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The Relationship Continues

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This is part two of the story of Kate’s relationship with Brianna. While it can be read as a stand-alone story, it may better be enjoyed by first reading “Fun with Bri”, which relates how Kate and Bri first got together during a business trip to Orlando.

I have posted this in the Lesbian Sex category as the focus of the story is the developing relationship between Kate and Bri. Note that there is also some straight sex featured in the story too. If that isn’t your thing please pass this story by.

Enjoy, and as always, I welcome positive, constructive feedback that helps me grow as a writer..

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Kate

Crystal and I always get together first thing Monday morning to discuss ongoing work and plan our activities for the week. The Monday after returning from Orlando was no different and I spent ten minutes updating her on the information that Brianna and I had gathered during our trip. She listened attentively while I explained what we had found and the ways that I thought we might use it to the advantage of our clients.

“That’s great, Kate. Good work,” she said with a smile. “The information that you sourced will go a long way to helping settle the suit.”

“A lot of the kudos goes to Brianna. She prepared well for the trip, and that made it easy for us to achieve what we needed very quickly. She really is a find for the firm, Crystal.”

“I know, I hear it from others as well as you. I’ll make a point of stopping by Bri’s cube later to thank her.”

“Thanks, Crystal. Hearing what a great job she is doing directly from the Managing Partner will be good for her.”

“Ummmmmm, I have an eight o’clock call, but I really want to hear how the other part of the Orlando assignment played out. Are you free for lunch, say around one?”

I blushed. “Yeah, that works. I’ll swing by then and we can walk over to Little Italy. See you then.”

I collected my notes and phone from Crystal’s desk and headed down the hall to my office, deep in thought regarding the ‘other assignment.’ In addition to being colleagues, Crystal and I have been lovers for the past six months, and have both acknowledged an attraction to Bri. We had agreed that I would use the Orlando trip to grow my personal relationship with Bri and figure out whether she might be open to a relationship with one or both of us.

Well, I succeeded beyond my wildest dreams with that part of the assignment, I thought to myself as my mind flicked through the trip. After successfully running the Disney Wine and Dine half marathon in a personal best time, Bri had been tired, wet and hungry. I’d driven her back to our hotel, ordered room service for the two of us and, in a moment of inspiration, offered to give her a massage using my Lelo Mia travel vibrator. She was a little reluctant at first but with some gentle persuasion she was soon lying, almost naked, on the bed. I had slowly and sensually seduced her and, forty minutes later, was rewarded by watching as she shook and shuddered through a long, seemingly ecstatic orgasm. Afterward, she had returned the favor, licking and sucking at my pussy until I came explosively, her head clamped between my thighs. It may have been her first time, but God, she certainly knew just how to please her partner. We made love many times following that initial seduction, and Bri was a willing and eager participant in what turned out to be a delicious voyage of exploration.

I was hopeful that our voyage could continue now that we were back in Austin and that we might expand our horizons to include Crystal in what, I mused to myself, could be a very promising and delightful menage a trois.

Brianna ?It seemed like the trip back to Austin, and the reality of life came all too soon. The time I spent with Kate both shocked and thrilled me at the same time. Honestly, I don’t know what came over me while we were together in Orlando. Maybe I actually was a lesbian or at the very least bi-sexual? The way that Kate had brought me to such delicious orgasms had me questioning everything about my past relationships. Even my initial reluctance to go down on her quickly evaporated as I delighted in the taste of her sweet nectar. It felt as if I was making up for lost time as each night we found new and different ways of giving the other erotic pleasure. ??In a way, I was glad to be going home, so I could rest and catch up on my sleep. Kate literally wore me out, which while not unpleasant, had given me little time or desire to consider the implications of sleeping with my boss.??On the flight back I held her hand in mine, at times wishing I could hold her closer. I know it sounds silly, but I was infatuated. Maybe because she was my first, perhaps because she was so gentle and caring, I don’t know. I knew I had to put those thoughts away once we landed. Kate is happily married and would never leave Dan and her children. What a lucky bursa escort man he is.??My first day back at the office proved uneventful. Kate had an early meeting with Crystal to discuss our trip. I worked on organizing and cataloging the information that we had collected, prior to my three o’clock meeting with Kate. ??Over lunch I allowed my mind to revisit the many wonderful moments that Kate and I had shared on our trip. I squirmed in my seat as I thought of the jolt of pleasure I had received from her first caress and I positively flooded as I recalled the intensity of the orgasms that she had given me with her mouth and fingers. ??The sexy thoughts that had invaded my mind over lunch made my pussy tingle for the rest of the day, something that has never happened to me before. I actually looked it up online as I was so worried about this new feeling. I discovered it was called ‘edging’ – a sexual technique which may be practiced either alone or with a partner and involves the maintenance of a high level of sexual arousal for an extended period of time without reaching climax.??Needless to say, I worked myself to a massive orgasm as soon as I got home that evening.

?Kate?Crystal was on the phone when I tapped on her door just after one. Looking up she held up a finger and pointed to the chair in front of her desk. She smiled as she hung up a few minutes later.??”Phil Laidler at Brooks, Morgan. Looks like they have a large transaction coming up that they want us to represent them on. Should be a great piece of work. Hopefully, we can get you involved.”??I smiled, “Phil is a good guy!”??I had worked with Phil a few times on previous projects and knew him to be a major flirt. I could never quite grasp whether he was truly serious or just flirting for the fun of it, however. His wife, Marianna, was a gorgeous Brazilian that he had met while at law school and I couldn’t, for the life of me, fathom why he might want to play outside of his marriage. Just another example of how difficult, perhaps impossible, it is to have any insight into someone else’s relationship.??Ten minutes later, Crystal and I were seated at our favorite Italian restaurant sipping on a couple of iced teas.??”So, your smirk of satisfaction didn’t go unnoticed this morning when I mentioned the additional Orlando assignment, Kate! Time to tell all!”??I laughed softly. “Well, I have to admit that I succeeded beyond what you could ever imagine! Let’s just say that Bri may be considering changing sides!” I lowered my voice to a whisper, “She is absolutely delicious, Crystal. You should have heard her when she came! Oh my God, it was so wonderful to experience.”??Crystal looked at me, astonishment showing in her eyes. ??”You slept with her in Orlando?”??”Not just once, Kate! Once the dam broke, she was almost insatiable! There is actually a very sexy young lady hiding behind the demure persona that she presents at the office!”??”You did communicate the importance of discretion on this? It needs to stay between you, her and I.”??”Yes, we talked about that. Bri understands, and while she’s over the moon about her and me, she knows it needs to be a secret for now. I haven’t told her about our relationship just yet, although her face did light up when I told her that I was sure that you would definitely want to get to know her as well as I do. She didn’t ask, but I think she understood what I was saying.”??”I’m swamped this afternoon, I’ll make a point to chat with her later however to make sure she knows how valuable she’s becoming. Have you given any thought as to what comes next, both on the Lyons case and with Bri?”??”It so happens I have,” I replied. “Bri and I need to work on developing our case over the next few weeks. Once we’ve completed that we’ll have a much better perspective regarding what comes next and the level of resources required.”??”OK, but please keep me in the loop regarding how things are going. What about you and Bri?”??”Still to be decided, Crystal. I told Dan about her and I the night I got back from Florida. He gave me his ok to continue seeing Bri if that’s what I wanted.”

Dan’s only concern had been that I might be getting in over my head as far as the number of lovers I was slowly acquiring. However, I had reassured him that he was number one forever and always, reminded him that Crystal had Dave and told him that neither of us was contemplating leaving our wonderful spouses for anyone. Bri was simply an inquisitive young woman who seemed to want someone to introduce her to the joy of lesbian sex and I told him that I’d make sure she was aware of our situation before we went any further. I had no intention of deceiving her into thinking I would ever leave my family.

I had then kissed him deeply, told him he was the best, and ten minutes later was on my back receiving long, slow strokes of his thick cock as he drove himself mercilessly into my exceptionally wet pussy. I came twice before he finally let go and emptied himself into me.

After my lunch with Crystal, I met with Bri to help plan her week. She bursa escort bayan sat on the sofa in my office taking notes while I reeled off the various activities that needed to be completed. She was dressed in a grey pencil skirt that ended a few inches above her knees, paired with a classic white blouse decorated with lace, and buttoned to provide just a hint of her breasts. She seemed oblivious to just how sexy she looked in the moment; tanned, taut legs crossed, one nude heel dangling from her foot, as she spoke confidently about the case. It was a struggle to keep my mind on work.

I complimented her on the work that she had done so far and commented on the schedule that Crystal had requested.

“Crystal asked if we could present our strategy for the case to her and the remainder of the leadership team by the end of the month. That’s tight but achievable, I think, though it will probably require a few late nights for both of us.”

“That’s fine for me, Kate. I really don’t have much of a social life these days anyway. Besides, I’d love to be able to spend some alone time with you, even if we are working.”

I blushed a deep red, took a deep breath and, walking over to the door, closed it quietly. “Ummmmmm………well yes, we did seem to connect in Orlando. And that…………I guess that leads to the next thing. Ummmmmmmmm, I told Dan about you and me when I got home and asked if he would be ok with me continuing to see you. I……..well,…….to be honest I’d love to explore what a relationship between us could be.”

Bri was clearly startled and shocked by the information that I had just imparted.

“You told Dan that we slept together! And he was ok with it? Are you serious!”

Carefully, I explained to Bri that Dan and I are totally committed to our relationship and that while we don’t have an open relationship, he has given me the opportunity to explore relationships with certain women. I didn’t, however, tell her that the only other woman I’ve had sex with is Crystal.

“He knows that I’m bi and loves me enough to allow me to satisfy that part of my make-up, Bri.”

She just stared at me, dumbfounded.

“I’d like for us to continue what we started in Orlando, Bri. See where it might lead us.” I said softly.

I can only imagine the thoughts running through Bri’s mind at that point.

“I like you, Kate. I really do. And I loved what you and I shared in Orlando……….”

I sensed a ‘but’ coming as she hesitated, gathering her thoughts, “but I would never want to do anything that could hurt your relationship with Dan. Besides, couldn’t you get in trouble with the firm if anyone ever found out?”

I shrugged, “That ship has already sailed, Bri. I’m confident that it won’t get out and, even if it does, I’m sure I can manage the situation. And there’s no way that I will do anything to hurt Dan either. That’s why I told him about us right after I got back.”

I could tell that she was reeling from the revelations that I had just laid on the table and the implications for her and I going forward.

“I really can’t process all of this right now! I need some time to absorb what I’ve just heard and think through what comes next!”

“Absolutely, Bri,” I responded with a soft smile. “Take all the time you need. Oh, and please know that whatever you decide it will have zero impact on our working relationship.”

Shaking her head and smiling softly at me, she said “Thanks for saying that, Kate. I trust you totally and know that you will always look after me here.”

“I will, I responded quickly. “You have my word on that, Bri.”

I walked towards the door, and as Bri stood, brushed my fingers across her cheek and kissed her lips invitingly. Bri responded, and in seconds we were locked in a deep, passionate kiss that communicated everything that each of us was feeling at that moment.

Brianna

I left Kate’s office Monday afternoon with my head spinning, not only from a kiss we had shared, but from the revelation that she’d told Dan we were lovers and that he didn’t mind. When I got home I felt as if I’d been drunk driving. I knew I was home but didn’t know how I’d arrived; my mind was flooded with questions, images, and scenarios regarding not only Kate but of Dan as well. Maybe I was taking this thing with Kate too far in my mind, though it wasn’t unpleasant imagining myself sandwiched between them in their bed.

I thought about that while I was showering. My once ‘vanilla’ mind played vivid thoughts of Dan happily satisfying my pussy while I, in turn, drowned in Kate’s sweet juices. The images scrolled through my mind as the warm water cascaded over me. Needing to satisfy the yearning sensation between my legs, I shut the water off, used my favorite body gel to make myself slippery and sexy, and sat back against the cold tile of the shower.

Soon I had one hand kneading each breast, pinching and arousing my nipples, while the other hand pretended to be Dan’s stiff penis slipping in escort bursa and out of me. After a few moments, I switched hands, tasting myself and imagining it was Kate spread over me as my ‘Dan’ hand merrily pumped away knowing the perfect spot to satisfy my desire. It didn’t take long before I was a quivering mess on the shower floor, panting, my heart racing, with one hand resting inside my pussy while I sucked on the finger of the other.

I lay there looking up at the ceiling, smiling as I shook my head. What had I become? I’d never had these kinds of feelings before and now they seemed to arrive frequently. Finally, I got up to finish my shower, the aching in my pussy satisfied for the moment. I knew that feeling would visit me again, I just didn’t know when.

I dried off, dressed in my lounging attire, then plopped myself down on the sofa to watch some mindless TV show. Then an idea shot through my mind. I quickly opened my laptop trying to remember the name that Kate had used. Luckily Google was able to help with suggestions. I found the site then perused it, gazing at the various items that were available. When I saw what I wanted I set the computer down to get my ‘online shopping only’ credit card, made my selections, entered the required information and clicked send. I sat back congratulating myself. Soon I’d be the owner of a Lelo Mia and Gigi 2, my very first sex toys.

Crystal

I was totally astonished by the news that Kate and Brianna had gotten together in Orlando. Make no mistake, Kate is hot, however, I never envisaged that she would be able to break down Bri’s defenses quite so quickly. Kate rocks my world when she and I make love so I can only imagine how Bri must have felt being seduced by Kate.

I eventually found a moment to drop by Bri’s desk around 5 o’clock. I have to admit to a momentary pang of jealousy towards Kate as I took in just how sexy Brianna looked. It passed quickly though when I reminded myself that Kate was actively helping me find a way into Bri’s bed.

I tapped gently on the cubicle wall and smiled brightly as Brianna shifted her gaze to me.

“Oh……..Crystal……hello!’ She greeted me, a quizzical look on her face.

“Hi Brianna, how are you today? How was the Orlando trip? I hear from Kate that you posted a personal best time in the half marathon that you ran. That’s fantastic, congratulations!”

“Thanks! The trip was wonderful. I loved seeing how Kate works and I think we managed to collect just about all of the information that we wanted. The time for the half was just icing on the cake!”

“Kate mentioned in our meeting this morning that the two of you had collected just about everything that you needed. That’s really great since given what Kate’s passed along, it should go a long way to ensuring a successful outcome for the client.”

Bri smiled, “I really hope so. I’m enjoying the experience of working on this one. Lot’s of new stuff to learn but Kate is being really good at helping me understand why we are doing the things that we are. Working with her is totally awesome.

I smiled back at her. “Well, I know that she is enjoying working with you too. She told me again this morning just how bright, hard-working and inquisitive you are. All traits that will go a long way in helping you build a successful career here. I’ve heard glowing praise from others too so please keep up the excellent work!’

Bri’s face lit up at my praise of her work.

“Oh…….wow, Crystal! Thank you! That’s amazing! Especially hearing it from you! And of course, I’ll keep trying to meet you and Kate’s expectations of me.

“I’m sure of that,” I responded, giving her an encouraging smile. “Oh well, guess I should get back to it – another hour or so and I should just about have caught up with my never-ending email stack! Thanks again for your efforts on the case.”

“You’re welcome, Crystal. Thanks for allowing me to work on it.”

“By the way, I love that skirt and blouse combination! Compliments your figure perfectly.” I said, turning and heading back to my office.

Brianna

What a day! After a night of masturbation, self-examination, and contemplation I made a decision as to my relationship with Kate. As soon as I got to my desk I emailed Kate asking for a private meeting. I knew that she was out that day but I wanted to get with her as early as I could tomorrow. I was pretty certain what I wanted to say however I still hadn’t fully made up my mind regarding what she and I had done in Orlando. I didn’t really consider myself a lesbian after just a week of making love with Kate. On the other hand, it appears that I’m not totally straight because, well……because I had just enjoyed a week of making love with Kate! If that confuses you just think what it was doing to me. Finally, I came to the conclusion that I’m not going to label myself. If I find someone attractive and we hit it off I’m going to go for it, regardless of their gender. That doesn’t mean I’m going to jump into bed with just anyone. I’m going to make a checklist of criteria that need to be met before I have sex with anyone. A large part of the checklist will undoubtedly be based on my relationship with Kate.

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Believe it or not, undergraduates have more to do than just party and fuck, at least those of us who hope to get real jobs one day do. There are papers to write, tests to study for, projects and presentations to prepare, plus I have to make a little money. For the next week I hardly saw Nick or Renee, and I only saw Amy in the dorm. I did have a little mid-day tryst with Renee one day in a hidden corner on the top floor of the library, and Amy spent one night with Renee. Nick and Renee were spending some time together, too. We kept talking about having a threesome or a foursome, but that also means more schedules to work around. Amy and I began sleeping in her bed together, I just left my bed unmade so that if anyone came in they would think I was sleeping there. We didn’t really care much if people thought we were lesbian or bi or whatever. But we didn’t want creepy guys asking to watch, or holy rollers telling us we were going to burn in hellfire for our “sins.”

Me and Amy were both swamped at that point. We’d come home tired, maybe give each other a massage and have comfort sex. Not that there is anything wrong with comfort sex. It’s wonderful to have someone you care about and lust for to come home to and fuck. But sex is like food. You can survive on the university cafeteria buffet, it’s filling and nutritious, but sometimes you need to go to a restaurant for sushi, or a five course French meal, or an expensive steak dinner. Nick knew what we were going through, he had been an undergrad not too long before. We ran into him in town on a Friday afternoon, the week after Amy came back. I guess we both looked a little frazzled.

“You guys alright?” he asked. We both rattled off a list of test and papers we had to do, along with complaints about half the faculty. “It sounds like you need some relaxation.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” Amy said flirtatiously.

“Well, one day soon the three of us and Renee are going spend about four days fucking, but unfortunately that can’t be this weekend. I have to drive to New York tonight, for a conference, I’ll be there until next Thursday,” he thought for a moment, “But I was about to go into Keri’s for a manicure. I’ll treat you two to anything you want.” Keri’s was a little salon off of the main street in town. Somehow it was both fashionable and friendly without being too expensive. I had gotten my hair done there once the previous year. Amy usually had her hair done there, but hadn’t had time in a couple months.

Me and Amy looked at each other, we didn’t have anyplace to be just then, we could certainly take a few hours off. “Sure,” we said in unison.

“Thanks Nick…but a manicure?” I said poking him in the ribs, “Won’t they kick you out of the Ecological Society?”

“Hush, I’m a gentleman of means now, it’s about time I looked like it,” he said with a false air of importance. “Besides, I’ve never had one, I’ve always wondered what it was like.” We went across the street to Keri’s. It was a slow day, we were the only customers. Nick got a manicure from a cute Korean girl who barely spoke English. Keri did our hair. Amy got her hair cut short and spiky, not much more than a crew cut, she looked even more boyish. I had my shoulder length hair cut into a bob, similar to Amy’s old haircut, but shorter.

Keri was one of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen. She was in her early thirties. Her face reminded me of Catherine Zeta-Jones, her dark hair was cut stylishly, very short in back and longer at the sides of her face. She had a wonderful figure. A thin waist that accentuated her wide, full hips and an ass you wanted to grab with both hands. She dressed with style, a tight, black knee length skirt, and a Japanese pattern silk top. As if that wasn’t enough, she was exceptionally intelligent, she had a degree in anthropology. I went first, Keri was cutting my hair while Amy was sitting in the chair next to us. Once, Keri bent over to get some hair gel from a lower drawer. I was fascinated by her ass, I didn’t even realize I was staring. Then I looked at Amy, she was staring too and biting her lip. We just looked at each other, smiled and resumed ogling this goddess.

When we were all finished it was close to five, Nick asked Keri if she wanted to meet us at the coffee house across the street. A little while later we were all chatting at the Jumpy Goat Café.

“So you two are roommates?” Keri asked.

We looked at other and giggled a little, “Well…” I started.

“We’re more than just roommates.” Amy finished.

“And Renee?” Keri inquired looking at Amy. I surmised that Amy had told Keri all about her relationships. The things women tell their stylists.

“Oh, we still fuck, whenever we can,” Amy answered.

“And this guy too, when he can get it up,” I added and threw the end of a biscotti at Nick’s shiny, bald head.

I wasn’t surprised that Keri and Amy had chatted before, but she seemed to know Nick well also, obviously he hadn’t needed bursa escort a hair stylist in a while. “So how did you meet Nick?” I asked her.

“Well…” she paused and glanced at Nick.

“It’s alright you can tell her,” Nick said.

“I used to be a dancer at the Oasis lounge,” Keri said, looking directly at me. The Oasis was a strip club just outside of town.

“That’s a lie,” Nick injected, “She was THE dancer.” Keri laughed and looked a little embarrassed. “I used to go there a few times a month, just to watch her.”

“I danced to pay my way through school, but I also like to cut hair, so after college I worked there long enough to get my business started. I quit dancing last year.”

“That’s a shame, I would’ve liked to have seen that,” Amy said, biting her lip again. Keri smiled slyly.

We chatted for a while longer until Nick had to go. Nick left and Keri said she had to go back to the salon before she went home. I gave her a friendly hug and peck on the cheek. Amy did the same and said “I wasn’t kidding when I said I would like to see you dance.”

Keri smiled at her. “Ya know, sometimes I do give private shows.”

“Really?” I said.

“Some of my regulars from when I danced at the club contact me from time to time.”

“Hmmm…Well, maybe we could meet somewhere, maybe Nick’s house, and you could dance for me… and Jan, just the three of us.”

“It would be more convenient if you just came over to my place, its right around the corner. Is tonight good for you?” We both just nodded. “Be there at eight, sharp, here’s the address.” She wrote down the address, and left.

We had a couple hours before we were to meet Keri. I was so excited I was bouncing, Amy was almost as bad. “She is so hot,” I said when we returned to the dorm.

“I know, her ass is just luscious, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Amy added.

“What exactly do you think she’ll do?”

“Dance, get naked, maybe let us touch her some, why?”

“You don’t think maybe she’ll do something like they do at that club in Montreal?” I had told Amy all about Pussy Brigade and everything else that had happened in Montreal. In fact, she had made me tell her several times.

Amy put her hand over her mouth, “You don’t think she’s planning on doing more than just dancing?”

“Well it’s not like we’ll be at some strip club, we’ll be in her apartment, she can do what ever she wants, and she’s obviously into girls.” Amy’s eyes got wide.

“Don’t get my hopes up, but…um…either way we’re going to have fun tonight, a lot of fun. I think maybe I should introduce you to my strap-on when we get back.”

“Really?” I got wet just hearing the words.

She came closer and kissed me, “Go take a shower, make sure you’re clean, everywhere.”

“What exactly do you have planned?”

“You’ll find out.”

I showered and fingered my asshole deeply. I gave myself an enema, just to make sure. Amy opened the door as I was drying off. I started to tidy up. I went to put the enema bottle away but Amy said, “Oh you can leave that out, I’ll need it.”

I wore a spaghetti strap top and the red mini skirt that Nick had bought me in Montreal. Amy wore a translucent peasant skirt and one of those backless shirts that just has ties in the back. At eight o’clock we were outside the door to Keri’s spacious apartment. She had the entire third floor of one of the older buildings in town. “Hello,” she said, “I’m glad you could make it.” She leaned alluringly against the doorframe like a lingerie model. She wore a silk kimono, her feet were bare. “Come in, you can hang your coats there, would you like a glass of wine before we start,” she sounded completely cool, almost businesslike. We each had a glass of Pinot and chatted about school, jobs, and relationships both with men and women. She seemed to favor women, but mentioned a couple guys. An hour after we got there we were still sitting around the kitchen table.

“Well, you don’t want to just sit here and listen to me talk all night, why don’t I put on some music and we can get started.” Keri got up and led us into the living room. There was an overstuffed leather couch, a couple chairs, and some large, velvet throw pillows. The room was decorated in dark wood and red and yellow tapestries. It had the feel of a sitting room from the 1920’s. There were probably a dozen candles burning and the lights were set low. She put on some ambient electronic music with a vaguely Indian feel and a nice, but not overwhelming beat.

Amy and I sat close together on the couch. Keri walked in with feline grace and a stare that could burn your clothes off. She bent over us and touched us each on the cheek, her legs brushing against ours. She danced slowly in front of us, then untied the belt of her kimono. She did not take it off right away, but only let us peek at the beauty beneath. She turned her back to us and bent over, letting us glimpse her white, lace thong. She dropped her robe slowly down escort bursa her back as she looked at us over her shoulder. We watched in awe as her kimono dropped to the ground and she stood before us, swaying to the music in a thong and strapless bra. She turned around and bent over us, brushing her body against each of in turn. She had a way of tucking the strands of her dark hair behind her ear, then leaning her head forward in an expression of tentative curiosity. She turned around again, now sitting on our knees.

“Unclasp my bra,” she said softly, almost shyly. Amy and I both reached for it and somehow our fumbling hands undid the clasp and the bra fell from her body. She stood and put her thumbs under the side straps of her thong, “Undress me,” she instructed. I took the left side and Amy the right, we lowered the last of her clothes over her hips.

She wore a scent that I had come to associate with strippers, smoky and sweet with a hint of watermelon and maybe mango. Both of us were staring at the flesh revealed as we took off her thong, the crack of her ass, her brown anus, and her shaved pussy. When she was nude she danced before us again. I had never seen a body like hers. Though she wasn’t much taller than us, Amy and I looked like girls in comparison. She had strong shoulders, large, slightly pendulous, breasts, and a thin, toned stomach. Her hips were wide, and full, and her thighs well muscled. She was tan all over, and her pussy was shaved except for a square patch above her clit. She rubbed her breasts across my face and the wetness of her crotch touched my knee. She moved to Amy and did the same. I pulled her dress up to her hips so she could feel Keri against her leg.

Keri put a hand around each of our heads, “Do you want to touch?” She asked. We nodded in unison. “OK,” she said, “but I’ll get to touch too.” My hands began at her thigh, moved up over her silken hips, to her breasts. Amy caressed her ass with one hand and moved the other up her inner thigh. As Amy approached her pussy she looked into Keri’s eyes. Keri nodded yes, and Amy touched her slit, playing tenderly with her lips. I looked at Amy in disbelief, then began to do the same, rubbing my fingertip against her clit. But I had become obsessed with more than pussy, and I knew Amy was too. I got my finger wet with her juices and traced them back, past the folds of her twat to her taint. Keri moaned in approval and leaned forward a little more. Amy saw what I was up to and bit her lip. I put my finger against her anus and made a tight circle. I felt her cheeks flex.

Suddenly, she stepped back. “Alright,” Keri said, “This show isn’t for free, its time for you two to dance for me.”

“Us?” I asked

“Yes, both of you, stand up,” we did as she told us. Keri lay down on her side on the couch. Amy put her hand around my waist. “Alright, go ahead, start. Dance for me, undress.” We started to slow dance, with Amy’s hands at my hips, and mine around her neck. Amy nuzzled my neck and bit my earlobe. I put my hands around her back and undid the ties of her shirt one by one, then it fell off between us. Amy pulled at my skirt as she turned me so that my ass was about a foot from Keri’s face. She pulled the hem of my skirt up, revealing my panties, then unzipped it and pulled it down. I pulled my shirt off over my head. We kissed there in front of Keri, our bodies pressed together. I looked over my shoulder at her, she lay on the couch like an empress, commanding us to pleasure her.

Amy squatted down in front of me and pulled my panties down. She massaged my ass, spreading me to present my pussy and asshole for Keri’s approval. I took Amy by the shoulders, stood her up and turned her around, so that she faced Keri with me behind her. I caressed her body from behind, cupping her breasts and fondling her pussy through her thin dress. I put my hand under her clothes and felt her soft wetness, then pulled both her dress and thong off together. I forced Amy’s knees apart, her cunt was right in front of Keri, and spread her lips and flicked her clit with my finger. I turned her around and bent her over, so that her ass was on display for Keri. Keri was watching intently, masturbating with one hand. I put my finger, with Amy’s scent, to Keri’s lips and she licked it. I held it there so that she could thoroughly wet it, and brought it to Amy’s anus, rubbing it then putting the tip just inside.

“You two must be horny by now, I want to see you lick pussy, Jan you lay down, Amy sit on her face.” I wasn’t going to argue with that. I lay on the rich Persian rug. Amy lowered her pussy to my mouth. She was wet, as wet as I had ever seen her. I eagerly licked her, savoring the salty taste. Amy did the same to me. I wrapped my legs around her upper body. I love to 69, but it can be a little frustrating, you both get really hot, then one of you starts to come and then she can’t please her friend. We mimicked each other, both concentrating on the others clit, sucking at it in quick, powerful bursa escort bayan strokes.

“Alright, that’s enough, I don’t want you to come yet,” Keri said, “Both of you face me and kneel.” We did as she said. “Amy, tell me about your friend, does she like to eat pussy?”

“Yes Keri.”

“Just pussy?”

“She likes to give rim jobs too.” I blushed a little when Amy said this, Keri raised her eyebrow and looked at me.

“Is this true Jan? Do you like to lick asshole?”

“Yes Keri.”

“Good,” Keri stood up, she seemed to tower above us, as she touched our hair, “Amy, you lick my pussy; Jan, you lick my ass.” I put both hands on her ass and spread, I had wanted to do that ever since I saw her. Amy was lapping at her pussy, for an instant her tongue met mine at Keri’s taint. Then I started loving her brown hole. It wasn’t large, and seemed smaller because of the width of her hips, and it was dark brown. Girls with skinny little butts, like Amy, had assholes that were easy to get to. Keri’s asshole was nestled in her ample cheeks, in this position, with her standing up, I had to press my face in her crack. My tongue found its target and I licked it with quick strokes, then sucked at it. Keri put a hand on each of our heads for support. I could hear Amy tonguing her cunt. Her hips bucked, but whichever way she went she pressed into either my mouth or Amy’s.

“God you girls are good,” she moaned. She had a minor orgasm, a kind of preview, then pulled Amy’s face from her crotch. “You want my asshole too, don’t you?” My face was still in her luscious derriere, so I can only assume Amy nodded yes. She pulled away from me and knelt on some large throw pillows on the floor. She put her elbows and chin on another pillow. Amy and I kissed, and for the first time I tasted another woman’s pussy on her lips. “Do like my ass?” Keri asked.

“Yes Keri,” we responded.

“Good, kiss it,” and we did. “Now, worship it, love my ass.” Keri arched her back a little more, presenting for us. Amy kissed her left cheek and I her right. It seemed like we kissed it a hundred times, moving slowly inward. I let Amy rim her first. I had felt her tongue me there, but I had never seen her give analingus before. She had an expression of supreme contentedness on her face as she drooled on Keri’s lovely sphincter. We took turns demonstrating our lust for Keri’s asshole. She groaned her approval. She was getting closer to climax and I wanted to give her all the pleasure I could. “Can I lick your cunt Keri?” I asked.

“Yes, eat it,” she replied. I lay on my back with my mouth under Keri’s pussy. Amy was still enjoying her ass, and she put her body on top of mine. I ran the tip of my tongue along her slit, then concentrated on her clit, sucking at it and brushing my teeth against it. It didn’t take long before Keri was shaking with pleasure. When she stood up, Amy and I kissed, I savored the taste of Keri’s body on my lover’s tongue. I rolled over on top of Amy so I could press my pussy into her. I couldn’t believe what we had just done together.

Keri wasn’t gone long. Suddenly I felt her lips on my ear. She kissed us both and said, “So, are you ready for more?”

“What did you have in mind?” Amy asked.

“Well first I want to fuck you pretty little girlfriend,” I felt a little slap at my ass, not from palm, but something plastic or rubber. I looked back and saw that Keri was wearing a strap-on. It was a well made harness, not one of those rubber ones that flap around when you’re fucking, this one was all leather and fit snuggly, but left her cunt and ass exposed. She had a nice purple dildo in it, eight inches or so. It was smooth and tapered at the end, not one of those ones that are supposed to look like a real penis, with veins and all, those might look nice but most women say they don’t feel that good. This one was made for pleasure, more than one kind.

“Stay just like that,” Keri said. She wasted little time. I kissed Amy and looked into her eyes as I felt the tip of the dildo rub against my slit. Keri eased it in with one smooth motion. She bent over me and nibbled on my ear and neck as she fucked me, I could feel her breasts on my back. This was different than being fucked by a guy, having living flesh inside you is better than plastic, but the strangeness, the perverse feeling, of being fucked by a woman made up for that.

I was really getting into it, slapping my hips back into her, then she pulled out. I wasn’t sure what she would do next, then I saw a look of surprise and pleasure on Amy’s face and I knew that Keri had penetrated her. I kissed her and bit her nipples as Keri fucked her. Then she stopped and mounted me again. Amy played with my clit and I returned the favor. Keri did this several times, getting us hot then switching between us. As she was fucking Amy, I felt Keri’s finger inside me, first one in my pussy, then two, then one in my ass. I knew by the expression on her face that Amy was going to cum. Then she shook and shivered and yelled as Keri thrust into her. Keri kissed the tears and drool from Amy’s face, then said to me, “You haven’t cum yet, we’ll have to change that…Amy, the lube is in the bathroom cabinet.”

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It has been our third date. You enjoyed every minute of it. We did nothing out of the ordinary, but it was a lot of fun anyway. We are now on the walk home, back to my house. You have been to my house before but you find yourself hoping that there is something more there than last time. Last time we simply watched a movie. You find yourself hoping that this time we can do something else. You wonder if it is right of you to think that way.

With your hand in mine we walk through the front door. You enjoy the feeling of being welcomed in so easily. You feel like you belong here. You enjoy that feeling. It is warm enough inside for you to take off your coat. I take mine off too. I turn to you and hold both your hands. I look into your eyes, deeply entranced in their beauty.

Our eyes seem locked together. Without saying anything you can tell that I want you. Without saying anything I can tell you want me. We stand so close to each other. I place my face against yours as we begin to kiss slowly. You can feel the desire in my kisses. I can feel the desire in yours.

I place your body against the wall, my hands hold your hips as my body presses against you. You can feel my chest beating against yours. It is so obvious that I want you. You wrap your arms around me and try to pull me closer to you. I kiss your neck. You breathe in deeply with a gasp of pleasure. You wrap a leg around me to try and pull me even closer.

I gently pull your panties down and slide my hand down your leg. My kisses travel back up your neck and onto your lips again as the passion grows. Now with your wetting pussy exposed to the air around you, you want nothing more than to feel me inside you. You slide a hand down my pants and undo my zipper. escort bayan bursa You can feel my hardened cock as you slide my pants down a little. You wrap your other leg around me as I hold you against the wall.

I hold you up as I slowly slide myself with you. You breath in deeply as you feel my shaft slide into your body. You love the feeling of me inside you. Knowing it is me makes you that much happier to feel it. I push myself slowly into you. The feeling pulses around your body, like a wave of happiness. Our lips lock once again. I slide in and out of you, holding you against the wall. You can feel my body pressed against yours as I hold you up against the wall.

My hands clasp around your hips and butt. My pace begins to quicken. You feel me push deeper into you. Your voice is stifled by our kissing, but your passion is obvious, nonetheless. You try to exert some pressure onto me, but it is difficult in this position and with so little control. I once again kiss your neck. Your voice is now so obvious. Your passion urges me forward.

I push my cock deeper and deeper into you. You feel the wall against your back with each thrust I make. You try desperately to hold onto my body, my shoulders, my back; anything to hold yourself up as the feeling wracks around your body.

It feels as though you have little control over your own body. You have given in to the feeling of me inside you. You try holding yourself up against me with even just a hand, a finger, a fingernail. The volcano of your passions bursts forward. Your cries of pleasure echo around the room. Your gushing pussy drips around my thrusting cock.

You feel me explode within you. The heat of my cum inside you grants you the bursa sinirsiz eskort knowledge that I have enjoyed this as much as you have. My legs weaken. Your body slides down the wall, legs still wrapped around me. We end up on the floor, a ragged heap of sweat and passion, lips still against each other’s.

We look into each other’s eyes some more. Still in a somewhat chaotic position, we continue to kiss. We are starting to catch our breath a bit. I can see you want more though, and I am willing to give you what you want.

Our lips make contact again. I hold my hand against your head and kiss you slowly. I want you so badly. I begin to stand up a little and you slowly join me. Now standing, we continue to kiss slowly as we carefully walk towards the bed. It seems that it takes hours for us to get there, though that is surely not the case. Even if it did, it was hours well spent. We lose what few clothes we still had along the way.

I follow your body down against the bed. My kisses now travel to your neck. I am gentle in my passions, though you are sure of my desire. Your hands brush my back as I slowly travel down your body. You are sure the best is yet to come. The anticipation of it is astounding.

My mouth spends some time around your breasts, playing with your nipples. My hands venture to your waist. It is not long before my mouth joins them. You can feel my breath against your still wet pussy. I do not go straight there though. I tease you a little, kissing your hips and legs as you part for me, hoping that you can steer me towards your clit.

My kisses travel nearly to your knees before my path seems to change. Once again, my mouth travels to where you escort bayan want it to go. This time you hold your fingers in my hair and try a little to make sure I don’t go too far off course. Still, I tease you though. I kiss all around your pussy. You can once again feel my breath against it.

You are not sure how much of this you can take. You want me to eat you out. You are sure I will, but you just want the suspense to end. The feeling growing inside you is hard to bear. You use your hands to try and force my head closer to where you want it. You can certainly feel me resisting your direction. I am teasing you so effectively. You need my mouth there.

After another minute of this torture even my kissing seems to stop. You look down at me to see what is wrong. Nothing is wrong. I just have my mouth above your pussy. You can feel my breath down your body. You know I am teasing you, seeing how far I can take it. You want me to taste you so badly. You want me to eat you out. Even just the wind of my breath is joyful, but you are sure that it is not enough. You don’t know how much longer you can take it.

The torture ends in a wave of pleasure. My lips plunge around your dripping clit as I begin to eat your pussy as though it is all I have left to eat. Your fingers grip my hair in animalistic pleasure as you feel each lap of my tongue inside you. I seem to travel deeper and deeper into you. You spread your legs as best you can to help me forward. You want me as deep as I can go. You need my tongue to go further.

Your juices flow around your body and gush into my face. I enjoy the taste of you so much. I push myself forward. I want to hear your pleasure. You know what I want, and you cannot help but give it. Your voice once again echoes around the room as an orgasm rattles around your body.

With the last of the air escaping from your body my mouth slows as I look up at you with a giant smile on my face. Your orgasm is what I wanted, and I got what I wanted. You are hoping you can give me more next time.

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Hello, this is my story.

My name is George. I am 31 year old bachelor who still lives at home with mother. Mother is a very strong willed person and I am a weak willed person.

I finally summoned the courage to enter a Cat House. I went to the lady at the desk telling her I wanted to rent a prostitute. I barely got the words out of my mouth before a wave of nausea hit me, I managed to fight off puking but I broke into a sweat. The lady was very kind and considerate.

She had me sit down and had one of the other ladies sitting there get me a glass of water.

“Is this you first time honey?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay you relax Suzi here will help you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

My mouth was so dry I could hardly speak. My hands were shaking. My mind was blank. Guilt paralyzed me as I thought of my sin against God. I thought I would fall down but Suzi’s kindness kept me up.

Her room was on the first floor.

When I entered it was was amazed to fond that there was nothing gaudy about it. It looked like any other woman’s bedroom one might walk into and she even had a Bible on one of her night stands.

“Before you ask, I do read it and I go to service every Sunday. I am a proustite not a heathen.”

“You seem very kind and compassionate.”

“Thank you.

“Take that jacket off before you pass out on me.”

I handed her the jacket which she hung on a hanger

“What is your name?”

George ma’am.”

“Call me Suzi, not ma’am.”

“Okay Suzi.”

“I am going to remove your shoes and socks George.”

She laid on the bed with her arm supporting her head. Looking at me.

“Ever kiss a woman on the lips George?”

“Never Suzi.”

“Come here, it is about time you did.”

She kissed me on the lips to my surprise I kissed her back like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. We kissed several times.

“Now George I want you to run your hand over my body. Places you feel comfortable with and the naughty gaziantep escort places you want and can touch. Lets kiss while you feel me.”

I ran my hand over her hip and the side of one buttock, went up her waist and her side. When I encountered her breast there was another conflict within me but I yielded to temptation and ran my hand over it. It was so soft that I had to hold it a squeeze it a bit. Suzi moaned.

“I moaned because I liked what you were doing to me. You are cute George.”

“Thank you Suzi.”

“Now I want you to undress me. When you cannot do it, leave it but I urge you to push the limits of your comfort zone.”

I’ve dreamed about stripping a woman and now I was actually doing it. But my hand were shaking and my fingers wouldn’t work.

“Relax George.” She took my hand and held it till the shaking stopped.

I could then strip her. When I uncovered her breast I was struck with amazement. They were beautiful. When it came to her panties it was harder for me to hook my thumbs in to take them down.

“Relax George.”

That steeled me to remove them. So I pulled them down. It was the first pussy I ever saw. It was pretty.

“You stripped me naked George. I think you told Annie and me a story when you said you didn’t have any experience with a woman.”

“If you felt the way my heart was beating now, you would know I wasn’t lying.”

“Just kidding George.” She kissed my cheek.

“Now it my turn to have some fun.”

Stripped me like a pro but when she came to the point of removing my boxers she stopped to ask if it was okay with me. I shook my head yes, then my boxers came down and my do-do came out.

“Don’t you cover yourself George. Let it hang out so I can see it.

“George! HOW dare you hide that from the girls. You have a beautiful penis. Lord, I see you getting erect right before my eyes. If that’s what I am doing to you, I feel very proud of myself.”

“Now for the copulation. Feel my pussy to see if I am wet.”

“You are wet.”

“I see you are hard so let’s get at it. If you can. I don’t want to have to call the EMT’s because you passed out on me.”

“I can do this Suzi.”

“Okay,” she get on the center of the bed and lays down on her back and open her legs. “George get between my legs and come up close.”

I followed her instructions. She take hold of my cock and guides me to her opening.

“Now push George.” I do finding a hold accepts me instinctively I push all the way in.

“George your cock feels great in me. MMMmmmmm”

“Okay now in and out.”

But I wanted to love her. I wasn’t going to be denied. So as I am fucking her I’m also kissing and hold her and foundling her.

“O George what are you doing to me? I feel your love encompassing me. God this feels good.”

Eventually I cum inside her after I do we lay together for awhile talking and kissing.

“Time for you to go.”

“What do I owe you?”

“$750.”

“That all?”

“Yes because I like you George. You have a lot of love to give some lucky woman.”

“Okay, but I do home repair on the side. You gave me you have a huge discount, so I’ll give you one. I am bonded and licensed here’s my card. Don’t hesitate to call.”

“Suzi, I really don’t know what love is, but after tonight, I do feel a close bond with you.”

I kiss her then leave.

She haunted me though. Being with her that night with her instilled confidence in me. I moved out of Ma’s house. Began dating select women. They noticed the change at work so when my supervisor passed away suddenly, I was given his position.

One Saturday afternoon is hear my cell phone ring. There was a message from a M. S. Waterford. “Need help. Please message back.” I did even though I had no idea who M. S. Waterford was but I messaged back: “Where do you live? What is your problem?” response came back immediately, “Water every where. The address is: 1075 N. Oak Ct., Jacobstowne.” Messaged back, “See you in 15.”

Pulling up to the curb a pretty young mother comes out followed by a 2 y/o, a 3 y/o and no more then a 5 y/o right behind. I look at the woman again, its Suzi!

We exchanged pleasantries. She led me to the problem, her basement had 3 foot of water in it. Eventually I found out that the city’s main into the house broke. I called the city a to come out and turn off the water at the street.

Wow did she have a mess. The water washed away a section of her cinderblock wall and the house was beginning to tilt. She has to get out the structure is no sound.

To make a long story short, I talked her into moving in with me for awhile largely because she didn’t have any other option since the City Engineer came by an condemned the house because part of the foundation was washed away.

After a couple of days of hectic work we got her and her family moved into my place. I had room and to spare so her coming in was just fill up empty space. But she warned me, “You will regret doing this.”

“Why?”

“You do not know how noisy small children can be. That’s why.”

“We couldn’t get to her bedroom furniture out because the house was breaking up over the hole. So she lost all her clothes.

Finally one night about 10 days later, we lay in my bed talking.

“My kids and I have been in your house for 10 plus days. You haven’t demanded any payment of any kind. I thought you would have at least demanded some pussy but you didn’t even demand that. What gives with you? Don’t you want to fuck me anymore after you found out the truth about me?”

“I still want you but I cannot demand anything. I can ask and you can submit or not submit, but I cannot coerce you for any number of reasons.”

“You are smart. I noticed that about you when we first lay together. I also noticed that you live by a strong moral code. So what are you waiting for? Ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“You cannot be that dense!”

“O, I get it. Mary will you have sex with me?”

“Yes. With pleasure. Now get naked because you’ve made me wait these 10 days.”

The end?

If I can come up with a story line to continue this saga, I will add, “to be continued.”

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“Alan, where are we going?”

“To the planetarium.”

“Um. it’s the middle of the night. Isn’t the planetarium closed?”

A mischievous grin. “Well, we won’t have to worry about it being crowded then, will we?”

We walked hand in hand through the still and starless night, a night almost as beautiful as she was. Not many women are flattered by overalls. Hardly any manage to make them look sexy. But on her…

“Um, Alan? Where did you get the key to the planetarium?”

“Hush beautiful.”

I led her into the planetarium itself, then left her just long enough to press a few buttons on the control console. She seemed about to ask another question when I silenced her with a kiss. Haunting music surrounded us as she finally relaxed in my arms. Her eyes closed, the tension left her and she seemed to melt against me. Points of light began to swirl around us as I pushed the straps of her overalls from her shoulders.

Her eyes came open at that, but I simply continued kissing her and the eventually closed again. My hands wandered her shoulders, back, hips and thighs, caressing her, freeing clothing as they went. This time her only response was a throaty sigh and a few slight movements to allow pieces of clothing to fall away.

After a time we neither bothered to measure nor even sense passing, she stood naked in my arms, a puddle of clothes beneath her. Our görükle escort kiss came to a lingering conclusion and she treated me to a smile at once warm, mischievous, loving, and intensely sexual. She was no longer the least bit confused about what I was up to.

She began to undo my belt, but before she’d made much progress, I backed her up a few steps and lowered her to one of the reclining viewing chairs. She sat up immediately, trying to pull my shirt from me, but I pressed her back down into the chair.

“Just watch the show my love.”

A bit frustrated, but willing to play along, she relaxed into the sofa-like chair and looked up at the domed ceiling above her. Points of light danced into constellations, then dissolved into a nebula of color. Comets streaked past planets that glided around stars. The music also began to build. No longer haunting, it took on an energy, a compelling rhythm that matched the pace of the projected heavens. Melodies as intricate as the lights above built, wove into each other, and dissolved.

During this time I was by no means idle. Satisfied that she had in fact settled back to watch, I kissed the hollow of her neck, then the valley between her breasts. My lips closed around one nipple as the tip of my tongue traced around it. I treated her other nipple similarly as my palm cupped the first.

After a time I reluctantly eskort bayan left her breasts to proceed lower. Light, teasing kisses traveled ever downward across her belly. My hands trailed along her thighs to her knees, gently parting them. Kisses lower and lower still, through the soft fur at the base of her belly, the even softer lips within.

As my tongue brushed her clit, I heard a gasp over the music. Her hands were suddenly on the back of my head, holding me to her. My own hands traveled up the delicious skin of her arms, pausing briefly at her breasts, then continuing up her shoulders, and back down her sides to rest on her hips, clutching them, holding her to me. All the while, my tongue and lips danced along her, over her, within her, building, building.

The music continued to build. By now the melody was lost in a heavy base beat. The relentless rhythm was at once frenzied and sensual, like the driving hips of rutting lovers. The lights had changed as well. Pinpoints of light expanded to intricate patterns, exploding into bursts of color. It was hypnotic. It made you feel as though you were moving, though you sat completely still. By itself it would have been breath taking. But she, of course, had other distractions.

By now my lips had settled around her clit, hot, slick and hard under my tongue. Alternating tip and flat, angle altıparmak escort and pressure, my rhythm ever matched the pounding of the music. Her grip on me tightened as two fingers found their way into her, twisting, searching, pressing, filling.

The muscles of her thighs began to quiver and tense. I could feel her clench around my fingers. Moans began to reach me over the music, through it, within it. Her hips began to buck so that I had to move around to stay with her. My fingers flew in and out of her as her hips thrust against them. My tongue, soft and strong on her sex pushed her ever higher, closer and closer to her peak.

She, the lights, and the music all reached a thunderous climax together: pulsing color, crashing drums, shuddering tension, then release.

The lights calmed gradually back to planets and constellations, progressing majestically across the sky. The music slowed over time back to slow tender melody. I crawled into the seat beside her, holding her hand in mine, watching her. Watching her breathing slow, her eyes move gently behind closed lids, the light sheen of sweat glowing in the reflected starlight.

I was still watching the rise and fall of her breasts when her eyes opened at last. “Mmmmm. thank you.”

I looked up to her smiling face, full of love and comfort. I shook my head slowly. Her smile was contagious. “Thank you.”

We lay there holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes for another delicious eternity.

“Alan?”

“Yes m’lady?”

“We should definitely come to the planetarium more often.”

A soft chuckle as I lowered my head to her shoulder.

“Indeed m’lady. Indeed.”

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This is how it started. I’m dressed up for a Saturday night – denim skirt, way too short, and a thin semi-transparent camisole under a gauzy cotton shirt, high boots. I’d left my long red hair loose and curly. The night with my boyfriend had devolved into the usual stupidity. I’d left impulsively – after another fight – determined to get away. It didn’t matter where I was going or what I was wearing. I just drove.

My luck unfolded in a bizarre way. First of all, I get a flat tire in the middle of the desert– of course, my asshole boyfriend had taken my spare and never replaced it. Two men in a van stop to give me a lift… great. Without air-conditioning… not so great. My hair was damp with sweat and I wished that I had something to pull it back with. It’s so hot. The baking kind of heat the desert makes. When the air rushes in through the windows, it dries your eyeballs, but does nothing in the way of cooling you off.

The road in the desert was dead straight. You barely had to look where you were going. These two guys had been attempting to play cards while they were driving. They’d had to give it up once I came in, as I had to sit in the spot where they were trying to balance the cards, next to the console between the two seats.

One, kind of soft and angelic looking; the other, the driver, was harder, darker. Meaner even. I didn’t get a good look at him. He was all business. It was obvious he hadn’t wanted to stop – didn’t want to be slowed down by picking up a passenger. Neither of them said anything to me other than “Flat tire, huh. Bad luck.” The dark-haired guy barely glanced at me. The other guy said, “It ain’t much, but it’s moving.” I laughed, and said, “Thanks, you’re saving my life.”

I squeezed myself into the area beside the steering column on the floor between the two front seats, leaned back, and closed my eyes. It was many, many miles to the nearest town.

Night

Time passed. I don’t know how much. I was in that state just before dozing off – the adrenaline keeping me going had long since worn off. In my half-asleep state, I had been tugging at the blanket that was crumpled partially under me, so that I could put it under my head. I jolted awake when I realized that part of it was wedged underneath the dark-haired man’s leg. As I pulled the blanket, his leg jerked up, and collided with my forearm. With the motion of the car, I lost my balance, and fell fully into the side of him. I had to grab his thigh to steady myself. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s all right,” he answered, in a smoky drawl of a voice. As he spoke, he grabbed the edge of the blanket and tossed it roughly behind my head. He then turned away from the road to look directly at me. It was the first time I had seen his face and I was taken aback. The man was striking – black hair raked back over his forehead, with flecks of gray, dark eyebrows, well defined cheekbones, a full mouth, a startling red. He looked full at me; frowning slightly, and gazing at me with eyes that I felt go right through me. The most amazing eyes I had ever seen – yellow green – almost golden. His look went on a little longer than it should. His gaze penetrated, held me, seemed to quiz me, “What the hell are you doing out here?” I was transfixed – pulled in by those twin golden tractor beams. I felt a stab of electric energy shoot inward from my eyes through the central core of my body and down between my legs. I felt breathless and warm. His eyes took in the rest of me, traveling briefly downward – and I was suddenly aware of how completely inappropriately I was dressed.

At my thighs, his eyes lingered for a moment; I pulled down my skirt a bit. He raised his eyebrows a fraction, then looked away quickly. “I left the house in a hurry,” I said. “I guess,” he gaziantep escort answered, and went back to driving.

It was starting to get dark. The drivers changed places. We drove in the darkness. There was no way I could sleep. Every inch of my skin vibrated with the memory of the look he had given me. My head, my heart, my soul, my being, was tuned into that signal. The transmitter was the beautiful, dark-haired man with the yellow green eyes, who now slept in the chair a foot away from me.

He was tall, and barely fit into the space allotted. His long legs, in tightly fitting denim, gleamed in the dark. The position looked uncomfortable, but he was asleep and oblivious. Replaying in my mind was the sharp physical memory of my hands on his thigh. I barely slept –all night I was conscious of how close he was to me. I couldn’t will my heart to stop beating in triple time, and was barely able to stop the urge to reach out and touch his hand, lying inches from my cheek, relaxed, defenseless, in sleep. A big silver ring on one finger had a cast of a gorilla’s face, open mouth in mid-screech, the face almost saying to me – go ahead, do it. I dare you.

Morning

It was about 9 o’ clock. The other man was asleep in the back of the van. The dark man had gotten out and walked into the desert a few yards from the highway, and stoo there, staring out. The weather had cooled – his white shirt was open, half-tucked into his jeans, and fluttering slightly in the breeze. He lit a cigarette and just stood there smoking. I was trying to calm myself down, mentally shaking myself for the way I was feeling so drawn to him. Crazy. I mean, who were these guys anyway? They could be criminals, anything. Who knew what all that stuff was in the back of the van.

I got out of the van,leaned against the side and watched him. He turned his head toward me suddenly, as though he could sense that I was looking at him. We stood there staring at each other, for minutes, hours, centuries. Then, to break the spell, he waved his cigarette – pointed to the pack in his pocket, offering me one. It didn’t seem like a good time to say I don’t smoke, so I walked over to him. He had already taken one out of the pack, and was lighting it for me. As he passed me the cigarette, his fingers touched mine, warm, and dry. He wasn’t quick to pull them away, but lingered for a moment with our fingers in contact – skin to skin. The spark I felt was almost enough to knock me off my feet. Blood was rushing in my ears; my heart was pounding. I managed to take the cigarette and stood there, completely awkward, watching the smoke curl upward around my fingers, thinking it was impossible that he couldn’t hear the screaming in my head, “No, that’s not what I want! That’s not what I want! You must know – you must know what I want!” I felt faint, as though I was about to float up into the sky, and disappear without a trace.

When I finally made myself look up at him – Christ, he was so much taller that me – those amazing golden eyes were looking directly into mine. His face was too beautiful, too perfect, and one corner of his mouth was turned up a bit in a smile. He glanced at my fingers, holding the cigarette awkwardly, “You don’t really smoke do you?” and kind of laughed, a soft little snort. Devastating smile. I shook my head, and smiled a bit, feeling ridiculous, like he’d found me out. “Yeah, I’m trying to quit too,” he said. I tried to laugh. My hands went hot, then cold. He took a last drag from his cigarette, and tossed it away onto the sand. He stood and stared at me for a minute, those eyes, intense, alive, questioning me. My eyes answered, “yes, yes, yes,” they were signaling. “I want you – I want you so much, you can’t imagine.” He licked his bottom lip, and took a step toward me, mere inches separating us now. He sighed, shook his head slowly, slowly, while the rest of his body was rigid, rooted to the spot. We stood there on the sand, breathing together. Moments passed while we studied each other, not knowing whether to scream or laugh or run away.

He broke the silence. “Oh, fuck,” he said, finally, and took a step towards me. He caught the edges of my shirt with his fingers, and holding tightly to the fabric, pulled me towards him, reeling me in, saying softly, “Come here.” His expression soft, and serious, pulling me closer and closer. Then, his hands were on my face – on either side, his long fingers pressing my temples. Turning back was impossible. He bent down toward me so our faces were close, then he paused, with his lips less than an inch from mine and whispered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Who are you anyway?” With the sound of his whispered voice and his proximity to me, my knees buckled for a moment, then I recovered, “Just a woman you found in the desert,” I breathed, standing on my toes and arching myself slightly forward, so our bodies were almost chest to chest, I could feel the metal of his belt as it pressed against my belly. His hand came down to caress my shoulder, my arm – the other hand went around my waist, under my shirt until he found my breast. I let out a moan, a sigh, as I let my knee move forward to come between his open legs, pressing the front of my thigh into his crotch, feeling him hard under the denim of his pants. A fierce thrill shot up through me. I seemed to lift several inches in the air, transported by the energy crackling around us – all desire, unmistakable, unstoppable.

I touched the side of his cheek. Felt the hardness of his cheekbone, his skin–melting warmth. He tilted his head downward to meet my hand, opened his mouth to catch my index finger, taking it inside his mouth, slowly sucking the length of it, finishing with a short lick at the tip with his tongue.

There was nothing in my mind now, but a blind desire. I took my hand behind his head, to the base of his skull, my fingers curling through his thick, soft hair and pulled his head downward hard toward me, so that I could put my mouth where I wanted it – on his. His lips pressed down on mine, hard at first, like the relief of a satisfied hunger. Then softly, moving slightly, barely brushing mine, slightly parted.

His arms came around my back, pulling me tighter to him, compressing my breasts hard into his chest, nothing between us but the thin layers of our clothing. We rushed headlong into the heat and inevitability of the kisses – our lips together, his tongue coming out to trace the edge of my lip, then to lightly lick the soft wet inner part. I took a deep sudden breath, as I felt him press his pelvis into mine, his hips moving forward, tensing, grinding – it was all hardness, softness and warmth in a delirious sensation of soft, sweet wetness. His mouth and mine, meeting, pulling away briefly, only to meet again, with ever more urgency.

His hands went down, around my hips, to my thighs, beneath my skirt, which was now hiked up around the top of my legs, then in one swift, sudden motion he grasped me with both hands under my ass, and hoisted my body up onto him to balance on his thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held me tight there as he took a breath, and buried his head into my neck, almost gasping. “We can’t stay here like this, a car just went by.” I let myself fall into him as he pulled me higher onto him. I clasped my arms around his neck as he steadied himself, my feet locking together around the small of his back, wrapped tightly onto him, His strong hands and arms supporting my sleight weight, holding me to him as he walked back to the van, finally propping us against the side, away from the road.

“What about…” I asked. “Don’t worry, he’s a sound sleeper,” he answered, breathing heavily. I was beyond caring, anyway, as he was now pulling my arms out of my shirt, lifting it over my head to reveal my breasts, with nipples hard, under the thin camisole. He pushed the camisole fabric upward over my breasts, and bent down to suck, first one, then the other, tracing his tongue in circles around the nipples. I was in an agony of delight with the feel of his mouth and tongue. Trembling, I thought my legs would fail me, but he kept me propped up with the force of his hands and thighs, lifting me to my tiptoes. I pressed my pelvis upward towards his, moving up and down, my body opening to him, wanting him to be in me – but wanting the exquisite agony of his touch to go on forever.

My hands traveled the surface of his back, snaked down the sides, to his waist. His thighs pressed into me, his cock hard inside his jeans, forcing me into the sidewall of the van. I lifted myself up to meet him – how much longer could I go without him in me? I couldn’t bear it. My hands went inside his shirt, found his smooth naked skin, felt his arms, his back, warm and hard. Then his thighs, tensed, hard beyond hard, my hands traveled down the length of them. And finally to the front, pulling at his belt, tugging at the leather, finding the end and pulling it free. Now the button, now the zipper, as he kissed my hair, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts.

Then he reached suddenly down and yanked my panties off me, so that I was free and dripping – waiting for him to come into me. His cock was out of his jeans and in my hands, the fierceness, the hardness of it made me catch my breath, as he lowered himself down, so that I could let him enter me. I cried out as soon as I felt it touch me, the sweetness, the throbbing inside my pussy almost unbearable, as I spread my legs and lowered myself onto him, so that he filled me completely. My legs were rigid with the effort of standing. His arms were strong and tight around me, holding me up off the ground, as he moved inside me, groaning, breathing hard into my ears. He sucked my neck as he thrust.

Then back to my lips kissing, kissing hard, then my nipples, cupping my breasts, biting and sucking so that I felt the blood rushing impossibly, throbbing hard throughout my entire being. I thrust my pelvis into him harder and harder as I knew I couldn’t hang on any longer. Waves and waves of pleasure pulsated through my entire body as I pounded against him, wanting him deeper and deeper in me. Arching my mound into his pelvic bone, my pelvis tilting into his to feel the exquisite pleasure of coming with him still hard inside me, my pussy tightening around his thick cock. He groaned as he listened to my involuntary cries.

“Oh god, not so loud, baby – he doesn’t sleep that soundly,” he gasped. Then he lost himself in his own pleasure, grabbed me fiercely around my ass, pulling me hard onto his cock as he thrust up against me, pounding me into the side of the van. I went along for his ride, rising up with him. Pinpoints of desire starting up again like pricks all over my body, wanting him deeper and deeper in me as he filled me to the core again. He came, flooding my insides with his heat, releasing a low groan and a long exhalation of breath, his hard breathing, his mouth next to my ear, panting, kissing my hair. Finally both of us drenched, standing against the van, panting. Our legs barely able to support us. We stood there and breathed together.

Consciousness returned for both of us as we heard a car go by on the road. We both laughed gently as we realized what a ridiculous position we were in, half-naked on a highway, leaning up against a van, with a man sleeping inside.

He gave me a long, lingering kiss, then stroked my hair, winding the curls around his fingers, smiling as he murmured, “I guess we’d better hit the road.”

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When a developing connection with someone is cut off, the mind continues to work on it in a vacuum. Like an engine starved for fuel, you continue to imagine how to advance things forward with them in fantasy.

*****

It had been a year since I cut off contact, and 2 weeks since we reconnected. In some ways the 2 weeks seemed just as long as the gap before, but I was very aware of the distance remaining between us. Her relationship had ended unhappily, and I still had no desire to question her about it. Now she was living at home again, where she’d been the last time I’d seen her, standing in the drive watching as I reversed out. Even after I’d given her a hug and moved to leave respectfully, she had tried to explain…that had been a painful day, but not the worst. Then a year later, seemingly out of the blue, she’d reached out. I’d responded cautiously, protecting myself, but with a few conversations and casual dates we’d developed something comfortable, if still uncertain. Now, after everything, here I was in her cramped bedroom with all its familiar contents: crystals, bracelets, incense, balms and other cosmetics crowding the vanity table squeezed next to her bed, clothes and shoes too numerous to fit in the small closet, still covered by the brightly patterned Guatemalan cloth I’d given her. The cat bed was gone…something else we hadn’t discussed. I allowed myself to notice the strangeness of being back here.

*****

Julie had somewhat contradictory personality traits, which must have drawn me to her. In social settings she presented as a proudly sexual woman who was always up for some innuendo and sometimes flaunted slutty exploits from her past. But she also carried powerful, sometimes crippling social anxieties, and could easily fall into broadcasting negativity about herself and others. Chronic pain from a back injury had taken away much of her independence and found her living at home with her alcoholic parents in her late 20s. I was in my 30s and had lived alone for many years. Although in many ways we were worlds apart, deep down I longed to see her rising out of her situation, just as I wanted to improve my own life. I guess I’ve got sympathy for social awkwardness.

Julie’s pain made it difficult for her to stay active, but she maintained a nicely shaped body with numerous little quirks I would later find myself attached to. She was pale-skinned, with straight brown hair that hung past her shoulders, a cute face with brown eyes, and a proud nose with a little sideways bend in it. She gained a shy, slightly elfish appearance when she tucked her hair behind her ears. My attraction was undeniable, and after some initial bouncing off each other’s insecurities and traumas, she eventually began to send occasional smiles in my direction which only reinforced my feelings. Through various difficulties in each of our lives, we had managed a wonderful year of seeing each other weekly, before she decided to get back together with her ex görükle escort bayan for a “proper relationship.” What exactly she wanted with me now was something we were still working towards, but we’d admitted we still missed each other, and that seemed to be enough for tonight.

*****

We’d come back to hers after a meal in town. She had suggested she could show me some new crystals, but the conversation over dinner had grown increasingly intimate, and sexual tension had been building with it. When seeing Julie before, I maintained a focussed, calming presence around her. It seemed to be the only way to mitigate her anxiety enough for us to connect. We’d had some excellent sex, despite her frustrations with her back pain, but I’d always wondered at the difference between what we were doing and what she boasted about doing and wanting. What kind of sex could we share now, after things went the way they did?

She had left me in her room while she went to the toilet, and as I stood there remembering, the light switch flicked off behind me, leaving the room illuminated by a yellow salt lamp and a blue night light in the corner. I turned to find her walking straight into my arms for a wordless kiss. It was passionate and firm, our breathing quickening, hands instinctively revisiting old caresses. I felt the curves of her large breasts against me, the contact exhilarating even through our clothes. We made out like teenagers for about 15 seconds before stepping back for a breath and looking at each other. Julie seemed to want to speak but she was nervous. Too much time had passed for us to fall back into our old rhythm. “Hey…ok if we talk for a second? I can try…” I started. She said “yeah,” relieved I’d taken the initiative.

Julie had a strong aversion to even the slightest hint of confrontation, and I knew I had to make myself vulnerable for there to be a chance of her opening up. No matter how many times I’d imagined myself saying this, it didn’t come easily. “When I first decided to ask you out…” I made eye contact and found her warm, not tensed to shut down. Good start. “…and I thought there was a chance we’d be hooking up…” I breathed and stayed on her face. “…I was, a little intimidated by you, with all of your sexual experience. I wanted to be open and happy and ready to explore with you, take some healthy risks. Who knows what we were going to get into…” I grinned shyly and left the details to her imagination. She’d certainly had some suggestions but had never followed up. “But somehow…” I reached out and squeezed her hand, smiling softly “…when we actually got there…” I drew closer, parted her hair with my nose as I nuzzled her cheek by her right ear, and gave her a gentle kiss and lick on the sensitive spot just behind her jawline “…you started asking me for ‘cuddles,’ and you couldn’t even say S-E-X.” I put all my positivity into it, desperately willing her not to feel teased but to engage with me. I altıparmak eskort think I’d said enough, so I just smiled as I backed off slightly with another light kiss on her lips, searching her face and giving her the chance to respond.

As she looked at me, arms around my neck, she inhaled nervously and gave a little hum of frustration that I remembered all too well. For a moment I was sure I had lost her, that she would fall back into the defensive posturing that had held her back from so much in her life. She looked away briefly before returning to my eyes. It was a look that struck me deeply: had she ever really managed to trust me, despite all my efforts and positivity? But I felt at peace with what I’d said, what we’d had, and who I was, and from then on I was relaxed and committed to the experience, even if it fell apart on us.

When she spoke again it was quieter and softer than I was used to. “I wanted you so much…” she said, and delivered a staggering kiss, pushing her tongue smoothly into my mouth for a few seconds before retreating again. My erection had hesitated as I’d spoken to her, but I had to push out a breath as it surged to life again. “…I just didn’t know how to…” she drifted off, then looked at me as she pulled off her shirt. Her soft, pale skin shone brightly in yellow and blue. I could see a new tattoo below her collarbone, under the bra strap. She reached back and took that off too, but as I moved to touch her, she pushed my arms back so she could grab the bottom of my shirt and start pulling it off me. I slowly removed the shirt myself, and as I tossed it aside I discovered that she had quietly dropped to her knees while my face was covered. She looked up at me, tucking her hair behind her ears before running her fingers over the bulge of my cock through my shorts. “The sex was already so good…” she said as she pulled down with both hands on the front of my waistband, exposing just the head of my cock to the warm air. The room was silent except for our breathing. She swirled her tongue gently around the underside of my tip for several very long seconds before resuming eye contact. I let out a slow breath through my nose as I eased my shorts and briefs down over my hips and off, exposing myself to her.

“I felt like I might ruin things if I went too far…” she said, her eyes on mine. I could feel her warm breath on me as she spoke, keeping her face close to the underside of my cock. She stroked along the sides of my stiffness with the fingertips of both hands, gently angling me towards her mouth. “…I’ve had problems with that before.” The eye contact and sensations on my skin focussed my mind, and I took in every detail as she dipped her face down to take me in her mouth. Just past her naked shoulders I glimpsed the large back tattoo, the one she got when we were seeing each other, that I’d helped her care for. With her hair out of the way I could see her lips in the yellow lamplight nilüfer escort as the head of my cock disappeared between them, and further down I could see the pale skin of her beautiful bare tits. I let out another slow breath and a moan while her tongue swirled around, keeping me in her mouth.

Julie bobbed up and down on my dick a few times before pulling it out and looking back up at me. “I wanted to do so many things with you…” she moved down, holding onto my stiffness with one hand and gently cupping my balls with the other. She ran the tip of her tongue slowly up the underside of my shaft, a slight grin visible in the corner of her mouth as she locked eyes with me. My arousal was almost overwhelming, but I relaxed, focussed, and let her be in control. She continued to talk, watching my face, and whenever she ran out of words or got nervous, she would slip my cock into her mouth, gradually taking more of me each time. “Maybe go for a bush walk with you…” “…and fuck you outside…” “…maybe get you to tie me up…” “…maybe find someone to join us…” “…but whenever I started kissing you, I couldn’t…” “…think properly…” “…you were so good with your tongue…” She teased the underside of my cock again before slowly taking me all the way into her mouth, humming gently. I groaned with pleasure, gently stroking her cheek and running my fingers through her hair, down the back of her head, and onto her shoulder. My cock twitched, and she chuckled and grinned as best she could with her mouth full of me.

I popped out of her mouth as she looked up at me again, her eyes now filled with playful desire. She jerked me off slowly, watching my face to see how her touch and words were affecting me. I communicated back with my hands on her face, head, and shoulders. “I just didn’t want to ruin a really, really good thing…” “…but, now that you told me how you felt…” “…maybe we can try more together.” She pulled back and moved her hand faster, watching me. “You know, I always wanted you to cum in my mouth.” “You want that?” I said with a groan, losing myself in her dark eyes. She nodded and licked her lips. “I want to feel you…” I realised suddenly that I was close to cumming. I held the back of her head with my left hand and guided her towards me, and as she put me in her mouth she reached back and grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me into her. I could feel her tits against my legs as I fucked her mouth. It only took about 6 or 7 thrusts before I felt myself smoothly going over the edge. I squeezed her shoulder and said “Oh f-f-f-” as I felt it take me, relaxing my muscles as much as possible, giving the involuntary spasms full rein. She hummed in response as I pulsed in her mouth again and again. She had always enjoyed my orgasms, as I had hers. This one peaked for around 10 seconds, and continued with delightful warm waves washing from head to toe even as she swallowed my cum and licked me clean. I sat down with her on the floor as I caught my breath, eager for contact, kissing her and laughing with pleasure. I felt invigorated, and was already getting turned on again thinking about returning the favour for her.

“Do you want to stay over?”

I smiled back, thinking of the sexual horizons we would chase together.

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Ellie woke in the mucky aroma of last night’s cigarettes and hard, oh so hard cider. Her musty hair clung to… “whose pillow is this?” she thought. She shot upright, constrained and trapped in sheets she did not recognize. “Whose room is this?” She gazed at the dark blue room with Aztec frosting-white crown molding. “Is this a man’s bedroom? How drunk was I?”

Her fingers pulled at the boa-constricting fabric. “Oh dear lord I’m nude.”

She fell out of bed and, somehow, involuntarily managed to take the covers with her, which luckily worked in her favor.

She tip-toed across the peculiarly neat bedroom. “Must be a gay man’s bedroom…. Oh, no, I slept with a gay man.”

A chest-lurching crack of pipes sounded down the hall. Running water noisily surged through the old Victorian home. She crouched and crawled the wood floors, nails anxiously clawing the boards, so that she could poke her head into the hallway undiscovered.

Steam rose beneath a door at the end of the corridor. The source of shower racket reverberated off newly painted walls. Plastic overlay floorboards, and a few packing boxes crowded the corners and entries of several rooms with wide-open-look-in-here doors.

She paced past a living room with several tall-backed comfy chairs wrapped in plastic and an overly… hairy rug of some sort. “Is that yak?” she thought.

The living room had an unblinded balcony with square window-walls and a dark mahogany spiral staircase, leading to the… first floor? She couldn’t remember anything about this house or its owner, and the lack of blinds uncomfortably exposed her to whomever may be looking through the windows.

With a deep breath and moment of silly hesitation, she begrudgingly opened the bathroom door. A rush of steam slapped her in the face.

“Hey! Good morning!” said an excited, unfamiliar voice.

Ellie stood dumbstruck while her bursa escort eyes adjusted to the smog. She could hear a glass shower-door creak open and soft pattering footsteps. Gentle, wet, feminine lips licked and massaged her own. “Good morning,” they whispered into her ear. She shivered as tip of tongue and frame of mouth prodded and teased her neck. Long, thin fingers slowly freed Ellie from the ravel of dark-blue bedsheets, and a warm, welcoming body crept closer to her own.

Awed, Ellie’s hands caught the base of the woman’s hips and traced the cradle of her ribcage. They braved the overwhelming, blood-rush, dizzying steam and dove into an electrifying hug. Ellie fish-flopped to the floor. Sparks and dots flew before her eyes.

“Ellie! Are you okay?”

A whip of familiar blonde hair smacked Ellie’s face.

“Shannon?!”

“Yeah, whom else did you expect?” Shannon said a bit miffed.

Ellie launched her face into Shannon’s mask of surprise. Tongues passionately tangled. They clung to each other as if luging for Olympic Gold.

The bathroom door opened. Light and fog outlined an illegible silhouette.

“Who’s that?” Ellie asked.

“Lauren. You remember Lauren right? If not, I’m sure she can remind you.” A wicked grin crossed Shannon’s lips as she tugged Ellie’s jaw for an addictive nip and nibble.

“Let’s take a shower,” Shannon coaxed; although, Ellie didn’t need much bribing.

Watching to see what Lauren looked like, Ellie realized she did know her, at least from Shannon’s photo albums of archery, camping and racing. Shannon’s blonde hair contrasted so beautifully with Lauren’s red, Ellie would gawk over the photos while Shannon was in the restroom…. This must be Lauren’s house.

Crooning, Shannon and Lauren herded Ellie to the shower, an astounding glass room with a drain in the middle. The shower was lighted so that Ellie escort bursa could finally see. Which was unnerving in terms of self-awareness and seeing EVERYTHING reflected in the glass walls. But Ellie didn’t have time to be self-conscious. Lauren’s hands clasped their mouths together; and, Shannon dropped to anal-tongue penetration, erupting a series of chirp-chortling gurgles from Ellie’s throat. The resulting onslaught had Ellie face-down on the tiles with Shannon anally dilating her, while saying spiritedly-motivational phrases such as, “Squeeze tighter!”

The crunching orgasms were so “hallelujah high-pitched,” Lauren was forced to retreated to kissing Ellie’s neck. During the apocalypse of blissful eating and penetration, Lauren disappeared. When Shannon finished with a big grin on her face and Ellie had enough energy to look up, she noticed something… impossible to overlook.

“Is that a crossbow?” Ellie asked Lauren.

“It is a crossbow…. Well, was a crossbow. But see, I punctured this dildo with a metal rod and reinforced the action in the trigger. Then locked the release and replaced the spring with my secret.. mechanism, and fastened the crossbow to a leather-platinum strap-on holster.”

“So what does it do now?”

“It pumps the fuck out of you.”

“Does it ever stop?” Ellie asked, observing the steel was quite hunt-ready.

“Only when I release the trigger.”

“It’s completely safe.” Shannon said.

Then again Shannon’s idea of safe was a bit… overtaking.

However, Ellie had no complaints or resistance so long as her enervated body didn’t have to move. Which it didn’t.

Shannon sneakily slid under Ellie’s propped body, serving as both a cushion against the tile and restraint to hold Ellie’s tired hips in place. The two soothingly caressed, kissed and spread Ellie into REM-like submission.

And then it happened. bursa escort bayan ARMAGEDDON. Battle weapon met orgasmic plunger in such a way that the Big Bang occurred in-reverse and then fast-forward in slow-motion as a result of Ellie’s orgasm. The vibrating buzz of the “arrow”, turned dildo, relaxed the entry of Ellie’s anus to such a miracle that she felt no pain. There was no resisting total takedown, especially when it felt as if she’d been gassed with sleeping gas and massaged, full-body, in an emergency space pod soaring through intergalactic time-warps. The domino orgasms could not be counted.

Lauren’s reaction was exhilarating as she felt the vibrations of the beast on her clit. Ellie passed out. Lauren, lying on her back in exhaustion, felt the immense prowess of her partner, Shannon, leap onto her crossbow and take them for an unforgettable ride.

Waking after several minutes of impenetrable blackout, they lay motionless trying to speak. When words finally did arrive they were airy with throaty whistles.

“Wow. Thank you for coming home with us last night or this would never have happened!” Lauren said. Her chest heaved in delightful exhaustion.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember how the sex was last night, but if it was like this, I probably lost some brain cells in the blackout.” Ellie said, the moan and groan of disappointment echoed in her chest. She yearned desperately to remember every second of their erotic ventures.

“Oh, we didn’t sleep with you last night! You were drunk!” Shannon burst into laughter. “We took you home from a house party we’ve no idea how you got to. Just saw some guy hitting on you. Lauren lived close by. Thought it was safest to bring you here. You were really out of it. Peeled your clothes off as soon as you entered the house.”

“We sat on the couch all night chatting about how cute you are.” Lauren said.

“Didn’t think you’d hop in the shower with us.” Shannon turned hysterically red as Ellie’s jaw dropped.

“I’m glad I did.” Ellie said.

Shannon and Lauren giggled gratefully and pecked Ellie’s cheeks as a serendipitous smile commandeered her lips.

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Seeing through the crack of her doorway the delectable shape of the most beautiful sister to ever grace Alpha Q Sorority I slip into Britney’s room, padding on shapely bare feet. My name is Nadine and I have recently been initiated into this sorority of the brightest and most beautiful; I have longed for a week now to be invited by this young goddess to be her roommate and although I may well be dreaming here as I steal into her most private sanctuary, the last thing I want is to analyze too much and so my attention returns to you, my gorgeous Brit. Taking in the vision of you sleeping soundly in your bed, I sigh with a bottomless sense of adoration as my eyes adjust to the moonlight bathing you in an erotic light that defies description, your delightful young curves fully visible and rather naughtily clad in an unreasonably tight white baby tee and matching panties that hug at the curves of your hips as you squirm on the bed giving me the occasional glimpse of the perfect round form of your cute little bottom ….

… You suddenly cry out softly and I smile with the realization that you must be in the height of a highly-charged erotic dream. My knees weakening as I hear you unexpectedly murmur the words “yesss … there, Nadine, right there” I am slowly and hypnotically drawn towards you as you writhe and wriggle, alone on the bed, left hand cupped under your shirt, right hand moving slowly beneath the shiny white silken fabric of your naughty little panties ….

… Breathing deep the heady and thoroughly intoxicating scent of your arousal which permeates the room with an almost impertinent ardor, I feel myself growing impatient, moist, a demanding lust taking control of me and I force myself to quietly and very, very slowly remove one article after another of my clothing, letting them fall to your floor as my eyes follow the movement of your luscious body on bursa escort the bed ….

… Naked, I climb on top of you, gently straddling and leaning in close, whispering so erotically in your ear, “it’s me sweet baby, it’s me, Nadine. You want me? You want my hot tongue down where your hand is right now? You want my mouth all over your sweet pussy? Kissing you, sucking you, licking you? I’m right here. I’ll do anything you want me to … just whisper yesssssss ….”

… Resting my right hand over the top of your panties, my middle two fingers separated by the thin silk material, finding yours, gently rocking with them as I hear you whisper the word I’ve so longed to hear from you, leaning in to place the most loving kiss I’ve ever given upon your beautiful ripe lips, gently moaning into you as our tongues lazily find each others and I slip myself into your heavenly pleasure-filled dream world with a sigh ….

… I finally break free, kissing my way patiently down your gorgeous body, marveling at your perfect beauty, falling deeper and deeper under your spell with each sublime touch of lips to gorgeous golden skin.The first two fingers of each hand eventually finding and hooking under the waistband of your panties as my elbows rotate upwards and outwards, pushing against the bottom of your thighs, guiding your legs up until your soft calves rest against my shoulders at either side of my long graceful neck while I look down on you with deep brown adoring eyes ….

… Pulling your panties lovingly up towards me as I hear you breath in suddenly, sharply, not sure if you’re still dreaming or awake, not much caring at this point, sliding them up until they rest in front of me, stretched between your small feminine ankles as my hands slide back down, palms flat against the back of your legs, gliding, gliding down the soft smooth skin, then sliding escort bursa back up as I sigh at the decadence of touching you like this, I stroke and stroke and stroke your long luscious legs ….

… Finally sliding my hands back up to your sweet little ankles, gently pushing your legs out in front of me, your lovely limbs pointing straight up as I guide the damp silken material off your tiny feminine feet, resting them delicately upon one shoulder as I take those pretty little feet in each hand guiding your legs back down, spreading you nice and wide before my naked kneeling form before taking your silks, breathing with a deep and lustful anticipation, then pressing the still warm and wet crotch directly onto my nose and mouth, breathing you in as I begin to shudder from deep within myself, sighing, “oh my god Brit, oh … my … fucking … god, I want you so much!!!”

… Laying myself down on my stomach between your widely spread legs, my own legs bent and kicking above my naked round bottom, gently placing your panties, crotch down, against your exposed and slightly flared pussy lips, so indescribably beautiful in this moonlight, I begin placing slow decadent licks against your inner thighs … alternating from leg to leg … so relishing the sweet-salty taste of your perfect skin … licking closer and closer with each stroke of my tongue …. tonguing the soft flesh of your inner thigh, closer, closer ….

… My hot tongue finally at the crevice where your left leg ends ….. licking now with tongue pressed flat and hard, straight up the side of your crotch, carefully avoiding any contact with your heavenly little puss so erotically covered by those naughty silken panties lying loosely on top of you … I finally poise my tongue above your moist wet musky center pushing, pushing, down into the silk fabric, pushing it downwards until I can bursa escort bayan feel the decadent cool silky fabric slipping into you … hearing you whimpering above me as my own voice huskily groans all over my thrusting tongue ….

… My hands gently caressing your inner thighs and the soft erogenous zones where your legs meet your writhing body, tongue working the little ball of silk further and further into your soaking wet pussy, until only the smallest fraction of material peeks out. “mmmm Brit,” I whisper with dripping lust, “I’m sure you taste so unbelievably yummy … which is why I want you wide awake when this tongue of mine finally gets to taste you for real ….”

… Pressing the remaining fabric firmly around your exposed pussy, shielding your perfect slice of heaven from any naked contact with my mouth, I begin to lick at you through the lovely soft silk sheath … lapping at it until it too is soaked through and through, exposing your glorious female perfection beneath ….

… Placing one final kiss against your covered sex, before grasping the material between soft lips, I pull the little flap of material away from you before taking it firmly between my teeth and slowly, slowly, slowwwwwly pulling the sopping wet panties out of you, watching with a yummy grin while you writhe from the agonizing sensation as they slide out of you inch by decadent inch ….

… Giggling, “ooh la la Brit, I think I will most certainly be treasuring these for a long time,” as I take your dripping wet panties into my hands, give you a flirty little kiss goodnight, and slip out your door with a naughty grin, slowly drifting awake in my fluffy white bed, smiling at the vivid memory still playing out in my mind as I pull my hand out from beneath my pillow to discover the still-damp silken ball of fabric clutched tightly within my tiny palm. The naughty grin lighting up my face as I bring the musky material up, breathing the intoxicating scent deeply and thinking, “soon, very, very soon.”

Stay tuned for further adventures of sexual abandon between me and my new Sisters …. kisses!! :x:x:x

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Lizzie slept late the following day and when she woke her memories of the latter parts of the previous evening were fragmented and incomplete. She pieced together what she could though and found she wasn’t too mortified by any of it. Checking her phone she found a little flurry of lighthearted and impressively creative mockery from her companions of the night before, stretching into the small hours. Anna had obviously passed around word of her early exit and the general theme was her pitiful lack of stamina. She shrugged to herself and decided she could be fine with all that as well.

Looking around the room evidence suggested that even in her drunken state she’d managed not only to get her clothes off on automatic but also to hang them back up. Good skills Lizzie, she thought and then immediately felt a little sheepish that she had caught herself taking pride in essentially having managed to get undressed.

Through a quirk of luck or metabolism she had somehow dodged the hangover she had so richly deserved, so she threw on some comfort clothes and went to see whether she could raid the fridge for anything to eat. Sarah and Ray were in the living room, and seeing Lizzie pass in the hallway Sarah got up and followed her through to the kitchen.

“Hello there sleepy, we got you some yogurt and fresh fruit. We thought your stomach might be a bit delicate today.”

“Morning Sarah, if it is still morning? Thank you so much. I hope I wasn’t too much of a pain last night. Did Ray really carry me to bed.”

Sarah laughed, “You remember that do you, we weren’t sure you would. You were definitely on the way out by then. And you were no trouble at all. It’s probably a good job you weren’t a couple of minutes later though or you’d have got an eyeful.”

Lizzie reviewed that, joining dots. Sarah hadn’t exactly gone out of her way to make it complicated for her but she wasn’t firing on all cylinders yet. “Oh god Sarah, I’m so sorry.”

Sarah waved her dismissal of the apology with one hand. She leant against the kitchen counter by the door, a little fidgety, testing out a few positions as if finding it difficult to come comfortably to rest.

Lizzie,” she said at last. “Ray and I have realised we can’t just keep you boxed up in your little room like a lodger forever. We don’t think that’s really fair on any of us, and it definitely isn’t what either of us want, nor you probably.”

Lizzie looked over from where she had been hulling strawberries and slicing them into a bowl. Her little production line ground to a halt as she realised that what Sarah was talking about was almost certainly going to turn out to be more important than breakfast.

Oh crap, she thought, guess I really did fuck something up last night after all. This is going to be the big talk isn’t it. Time to stop fannying around and start looking for a new place then I suppose.

Sarah saw the dejected look on Lizzie’s face. “Hey, hey, it’s nothing bad, at least I don’t think it is. We’d just like you to feel like this could be your actual home is all, somewhere you can live as long as you want to, not just a place where you’re staying until you can find somewhere better. Would that be something you’d be interested in? If you’d rather not it’s OK. I mean we aren’t trying to kidnap you or anything.”

Lizzie gaped, caught completely by surprise. “Wow, no, no that’s great, I just wasn’t expecting it. Are you sure you’re happy with that, are you sure Ray is? I don’t want to be in the way if you don’t want me.”

She paused, glancing out into the hallway, then said in a small anxious voice, barely above a whisper, “Especially Ray. Are you really sure Ray is ok with it?”

“Ray and I are both completely happy with the idea, we talked about it together.” Sarah frowned, puzzled and disturbed by Lizzie’s line of enquiry.

She kicked the door so that it swung smoothly to a close.

“Lizzie I had no idea there was an issue here,” she said quietly. “What’s the problem.”

So Lizzie, having backed herself tidily into her corner, gulped and started by telling her about the conversation she’d had with Ray, about how she wanted more space. She told Sarah about how much she’d been worrying about this ever since, and how she’d been meaning to look for somewhere else and get out of their way but that all the work involved had just seemed like too much of a hill to climb recently.

“And Ray’s lovely I’m sure,” she said, as diplomatically as she could manage. “And she’s been very kind, but she doesn’t talk to me a lot, and I don’t think she wants me around.”

She lowered her voice even further, “I’m not sure she really likes me very much.”

“Look I know it’s probably my fault,” she was babbling now. “But I can’t get my head around her at all. And she’s got this whole chiseled athletic implacable demigoddess thing going on which to be honest just scares the hell out of me.”

Lizzie felt like a bystander in her own head as she watched with horror the words coming out of her mouth. Every sentence just seemed to be making things worse and worse. Only a minute or so ago Sarah had been offering bursa escort her a home and now somehow Lizzie was standing here openly insulting the poor woman’s wife.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” she found herself repeating at the end of it, over and over again, not even sure by this point what she was apologising for. Maybe the words she had spoken, maybe more fundamentally her failure to appreciate the most important person in Sarah’s life.

When she’d finished digging her hole, and mercifully managed to stop herself saying anything more awful, or anything more at all, she glanced around the room nervously. Her eyes hunted fruitlessly for somewhere convenient to rest her gaze. She picked up her bowl and the tub of yogurt, then put them back on the counter again. Whatever would help her avoid having to look Sarah in the face. She felt certain that she’d let her down and couldn’t bear the thought of the hurt and disappointment which would surely be there when she eventually had no other option but to see.

As a matter of fact though Lizzie’s fears on this point were unfounded and Sarah wasn’t offended in the slightest. She was disappointed yes, but even then only with her own carelessness, and she was vigorously kicking herself for having let this misunderstanding develop right under her nose. Still, she thought, it could have been worse – there could have been a genuine problem at the heart of it all rather than just a bit of a communication breakdown supercharged by a whole load of paranoia.

“Lizzie, it’s OK sweetie, it’s all going to be OK. There’s nothing to worry about here, this is going to be really easy to sort out. Look you’ve got completely the wrong end of the stick – Ray doesn’t give a damn about whether we’ve got a spare room to store her kit in or not. The way we see it all we’re doing is trading a room which we usually just clutter up with odds and ends, and in return we get to have you here with us instead, simple as that. And trust me, that is what both of us have decided we want.”

Sarah could see that this wasn’t helping as much as she’d hoped, and was still determined to find a way of wiping away the awkwardness, so she moved on to a slightly different approach.

“She does like you, you know,” she said gently. “She likes you a lot actually. Maybe she doesn’t show it in quite the same way as you are used to, but it’s there if you look. Do you think you can take my word on that for now and spend some time seeing how it works out.”

Lizzie nodded, and did look hesitantly up at Sarah now. She’d lost track of her own thoughts in the turmoil of the last few minutes and ended up in a liminal emotional state, balanced like a spinning coin which might come down on either side. She genuinely had no idea whether she was supposed to be feeling elated or upset because aspects of both emotions were still mixed up inside her.

In the end her mind, failing to reach a conclusion on its own, instead took its cue from Sarah. And looking at the open hopeful expression on Sarah’s face all that Lizzie could see there was a trusted friend who sincerely wanted her to be happy. So the balance was nudged over that way, the coin came down sunny side up, and her worry faded. She smiled cautiously and found it was good. Even now though her internal saboteur had one last card left to play.

“Thanks Sarah, I can do that I think. But I have to warn you – I’m not sure I’m that much fun to have around at the moment.”

Sarah looked sympathetically at her. “We can see you’ve been having a tough time sweetie, you’ve not been doing a great job of hiding it, and that’s not going to be a problem for us either OK. There’s no obligation to be fun around here if you don’t feel like it. You’re not under a spotlight, and we’re not expecting a cabaret. You’ll fit in fine so you can stop worrying about that. And now that we’re sealing the deal I think a hug is better than a handshake don’t you.”

Sarah went over to her and that was the end of Lizzie’s resistance. Their bodies met and they stood with arms around each other for a long time in comfortable silence.

“Good, we’ll say that’s settled then shall we,” said Sarah finally. “Now finish making your food and come and watch Ray getting all annoyed about the cricket. Because it’s far more entertaining than the cricket itself, and she won’t let me switch that off. Plus it sounds as if you two still have some ice to break so I think she’d better get a cuddle too – I’ve found physical contact is a very good way of getting to understand Ray properly.”

*****

It was half past ten in the morning a few Wednesdays later. Lizzie was sitting at her workstation dealing with one of her least favourite of her job’s responsibilities. She was collating, and signing off on, the various expenses the sales team had accrued over the previous month.

The first pass through was always the easy (if slightly tedious) bit, whereby the stacks of receipts were reconciled with the entries on the spreadsheets and the printouts of the credit card statements. Then there came the second stage during which the company (represented escort bursa by Lizzie in this case) had to agree it would waive the missing proofs of purchase for clearly allowable items. Things like the lunch in the pub around the corner with the new client, or the early morning taxi to the airport.

All these were fine as well really, and just part of the usual ticking of boxes, but invariably at the end of the process there came the stage threes. These were the last few genuinely contentious expenditures still to be accounted for, and this was the nasty part.

Some specific examples of these might be the lunch for six (with drinks of course) at the Dorchester, or perhaps the five hundred quid spent in cash at two in the morning and listed only as ‘entertainment’ with a blunt refusal to explain any further, or along the same (suspected) lines the evening out with the visiting Saudi clients at Kittens Gentlemen’s Club. Often the items on this list occupied the shadowy ground between justifiable expense, diplomatic incident, and court case.

Fairly plausible company legend told that on two occasions in the past stage threes had escalated into dismissals for gross misconduct and realistically none of them were ever going to be resolved at her pay grade. They invariably got passed up the chain of command so that department heads could strap on their gloves and fight them out.

But nonetheless, to satisfy some obscure point of company policy, each month she’d have to argue the first rounds with the culprits herself and she dreaded it every single time. All this seemed to accomplish was to give her a few hours of unpleasantness while brash angry people took their turns to troop down from the dizzying heights of the sales department. On their arrival they would demand her audience so they could berate her for trying to follow the rules they couldn’t be bothered to observe themselves. And she, the lowly beancounter, had to sit there and take it until the farce was over for another month.

She’d just got to the point where she could no longer justify, even to herself, putting off sending out the emails any longer. So she was sitting mournfully, psyching herself up to weather the coming storm of verbal abuse. Then unexpectedly, as her mouse was poised ready to hit send on the first of them, she was saved from that particular fate and consigned instead to another. Her phone vibrated on the desk in front of her and it’s screen lit up – she had a call coming in from Ray.

Technically the company handbook stated that private calls were not to be taken on work time. These rules had been written back in the nineties though, and everyone had upped sticks and emigrated to the twenty first century since then, hence there was a certain amount of leeway given as long as you didn’t take the piss.

Keeping your phone muted was part of the deal, as was being considerate of your colleagues by not taking your calls at your desk. So, as custom dictated, she stood up and walked over to the break-out area in the corner of the room before answering.

*****

The barrier which Lizzie had built up in her mind between herself and Ray had first broken down and then entirely evaporated in the weeks since she’d had her little meltdown in front of Sarah. Lizzie had done her bit as she had promised and worked hard to put her worries aside. On closer examination she had quickly seen how mistaken she’d been and that her concerns had been grounded in her own invention rather than objective fact.

To put it more precisely she’d not been feeling very likeable recently and so she’d managed to externalise that into a conviction that she wasn’t liked. It had struck her that she hadn’t really understood until now how much of a blow her self esteem had taken when she’d left Amy. She also found herself considering, with this in mind, what else in her life might have been similarly tarnished by damaging events in her past.

She thought Sarah must have had a word with Ray about putting in some extra effort too, although she couldn’t be entirely sure because they hadn’t spoken about it directly. There had been one particular change in Ray’s behaviour which Lizzie was putting down to Sarah’s intervention though. Ray had started being quite uncharacteristically touchy-feely, and this wasn’t something Lizzie could mistake for a coincidence. Ray was definitely making sure she got regular doses of extremely personal time with her.

That first time (when Sarah had dragged Lizzie through to the living room and demanded that she and Ray should hug in recognition of the change in the housing arrangements) it had really been only a part of the ritual of the occasion. A sealing of the deal and little if anything more to it than that.

Since then though Ray had apparently decided a precedent had been set. She had gone on to start inviting Lizzie in for regular hugs whenever she felt the opportunity presented itself. This was generally at least once or twice a day, and it was often just before bed.

These events had been almost comically uncomfortable to begin with. Neither of them had been quite sure bursa escort bayan what the rules were, so both of them would stand there motionless. Their arms would be clasped stiffly around one another, until by some kind of tense unspoken agreement they had accepted they had put themselves through this for long enough and had stepped apart again. After the initial strangeness had dispersed though, and the intimacy of their closeness had started to become more familiar, they’d kind of got used to being around each other’s bodies.

Then stiff arms had gradually loosened and the awkwardness had slowly eased. Before long both of them had started to look forward to bumping into each other at one of those convenient moments, and there would be a spark of conspiratorial anticipation in each of their eyes as they moved eagerly toward one another. Lizzie had to admit that, especially for someone she had previously taken to be emotionally quite detached, Ray did turn out to give exceedingly good cuddles.

In part this was due to the sheer size and strength of her. Ray towered over Lizzie, her chin resting neatly on the top of her head when she held her, and her years of martial arts training had left her lean and muscular as well. In Ray’s arms, and pressed tightly up into her embrace, Lizzie felt very secure and enveloped. Not childlike exactly – she was far too aware that they were both adult women for that. In fact she was growing to admit to herself that one of the reasons she found Ray so intimidating was because she was simultaneously extremely attractive and utterly unavailable. Beyond the purely physical aspect though there was also a much more profound element.

The best way Lizzie had found to describe it to herself was that when Ray had hold of you something made it obvious she wasn’t doing anything else at all. She wasn’t planning her weekend or tallying up a shopping list or filling her mind with any of a thousand other possibilities. She was quite simply holding you, and while Ray was doing that her entire being was going to be focused on this specific point in time, to the exclusion of any distraction, until she decided she was going to stop.

Whipped up into a melange of physical and emotional sustenance the combination was kind of glorious – even though it did tend to have the inconvenient side effect of reminding Lizzie quite how deeply single she seemed to be right now. During these encounters she’d shiver ever so slightly with secret desire, letting herself feel cherished and appreciated as she never had before. Wanting beyond reason to keep on basking in the sensation forever but knowing it could never work out that way. One thing was for sure though, a hug with Ray at bedtime invariably led to a frenzied bout of very rewarding masturbation before sleep.

Returning to the point for the time being though, Lizzie had also gone on to notice that the same phenomenon of selectively targeted attention governed other aspects of Ray’s behaviour.

She found that, though Ray was never going to be what she could call talkative, when she did find the need to speak it was invariably worth Lizzie’s while making sure she paid close attention. Ray always gave the full benefit of her considered thoughts when she spoke, and coupling this with her laconic nature, the signal to noise ratio could be almost disconcertingly high. Similarly when she was listening to you, once again you had that same undivided focus. Lizzie literally never had to repeat herself for Ray. Ray treated everything Lizzie told her as if it was vitally important and remembered it without fail.

After she’d taken all this onboard Lizzie realised, once she taught herself to look for it, that Ray was actually entirely happy to spend time with her. In fact that she was going out of her way to do so and, looking back, that she had been all along.

It became apparent that had stood in the way of Lizzie seeing this in the past was Ray didn’t seem to recognise that she had any particular obligation to keep up a conversation. She just enjoyed the fact of having company without feeling the need to make it the centre of what she was doing. But if Ray had work to do while Lizzie was cooking she’d always quietly set up at the kitchen table, and if Lizzie was watching tellie in the living room Ray would invariably choose instead to work on the sofa with her laptop perched on the arm beside her.

This was all rather at odds with how Lizzie had been used to dealing with her friendships in the past. In her world if you were spending time with someone it had always been by definition the central event. You talked together, or did something together, or you went out to do something else.

As she adjusted to Ray’s style though Lizzie had discovered that she had a taste of her own for this same luxury. This sharing of companionship without the constant need to dedicate your attention to supporting it. She found it was remarkably comforting and relaxing just to be in Ray’s presence. Recently she was beginning to find herself drawn toward the room where Ray was whenever they were both hanging around in the flat. They’d exchange a brief greeting, maybe a few little token words of social grooming here and there, possibly if she was lucky one of today’s hugs. Then they’d get back on with whatever they each wanted to do, but alone with each other instead of just alone.

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