Keeping a Grown-Up Carlee, Company Ch. 03

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This is Chapter 3 of Keeping a Grown-Up Carlee, Company. It was part of Chapter 2 but it was running too long for one chapter, so I split it off. All characters are over the age of 18 and the story is completely fictional. Edited and proofed with software so I would expect something may have been missed. Comments on my stories are always appreciated.

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I knew that getting caught with Carlee by Peggy was imminent, it was just a matter of time. We seemed to get more and more careless, or daring you could call it, as time went on.

Carlee, and I had a free evening at her house, her mom Peggy would work an occasional weekend, turn over at our place of work was high, and sometimes she was needed to process new employees. There was a high turnover rate, no one wants to work at an assembly job, boring as hell, but pays well for someone like me who does not want to work at a coffee shop, or sell shoes to people with smelly feet.

Carlee and I had no real plans as far as I knew, she mentioned something about me meeting a good friend of hers, a close male, but yet just a Platonic friend. We talked a little, she wanted to know what I thought of the threesome we had with Gina a couple of weeks before, we had not talked much about it yet. I was careful how I answered. I said, “I enjoyed having sex with you and Gina together, and having your blessing, your encouragement just made me feel closer to you, but I hope you know Gina is a cousin, you are my true love,” then I kissed her, “I really do love you Carlee.”

There, I had said it, maybe in a roundabout way, but it was not because I didn’t really mean it, I am in love with her.

Carlee replied, “I love you too, and I am so glad you feel that way, I want you to be happy, and I wanted you and Gina to enjoy each other, and it was fun joining with her for the seduction part. You are just too much fun seducing, so reluctant to have sex with your cousin, but you were no match for the two of us.” She then said, “We are both too young to quit having new sexual experiences. It’s the only encouragement in the sexual area that my mother has ever given me, she said that to me on my 18th birthday, we shared a bottle of wine to celebrate, and she got loose lipped and said, “Enjoy lots of sex, with lots of partners while you are young, so you don’t have any regrets later like I did, and then end up being married too young, unhappy, and having inappropriate couplings.”

“I wondered what she meant by that, but figured it was better not to know. I know she was always close to my uncle, my cousin Tommy’s dad, who passed away, she really took it hard, they seemed to be too close for just a sister, brother-in-law relationship. Once I got older, I wondered more about it, because if he was my father, it would make me and Tommy, not just cousins, but half siblings as well, but it was likely just my mind taking things too far.”

I did not give it much thought, we have rumors like that in our family too. It was hard to believe, and I didn’t then, but as we get older we wonder about that kind of stuff more. I have heard my mom who is still a looker, was a whole different person in her teens, and early 20s when she got pregnant with me. In fact, I would not be surprised if either of my parents have not had extramarital relationships, without the other’s knowledge. I was premature, so that fueled thoughts of maybe the 8 months between their marriage and my birth was suspect, I have left it alone as I did not want to know.

It felt good to hear from Carlee that she did not have our whole life planned, because our love is not a cure for our curiosity about sex with others. I hoped that having a threesome, would happen again, as it would make things easier for Gina and I. I feel bad about what I have done after that one, instead of setting up a scene where we all three could be together again, I secretly had sex with my cousin since then. We just can’t help it, the sex between us was so good. I thought it was the newness, and the reliving of our previous relationship, and thought it would quickly go away, but now I am not sure.

The first time it was her that called me, and talked me into coming over to talk, turned out it was to talk me into us getting naked, and fucking again, but I did not put up a fight.

The second time was on me. I told her I just decided to drop by her place, and see how the room looked since she put back up the drapes etc., a weak story. We both knew why I was there, and were the first couple to fuck in the newly painted guest room, later in the kitchen, then we ended up in her bed most of the day, we are just so infatuated with each other sexually.

Eventually we decided to meet at the park, and we took a hike in the woods, so we could just talk about it without the beds being so convenient. We had a good talk, and we both claimed to be on the same page relationship wise, I just hoped we were being honest. We both claimed to still love each other, but only as kissing cousins, and that Beylikdüzü escort we would probably get over the sex part eventually.

We were headed back to our cars when we realized there was no one on the trail, or cars in the lot. So much for our plan, as we ended up naked in the woods, laying on our clothes in a bed of ferns, fucking like wild animals. I have been trying to forget how good I feel having my cock in her, but it is taking a long time to fuck it out, if young Carlee’s sage advice was true.

Despite all the weirdness going on with the three of us, I was still not prepared for what Carlee proposed to me next.

“I just want to put this out there,” she said, “seeing you consummate long time desires you and Gina had for each other, got me thinking. I have a similar situation in my life. I also have to admit, that I have always wondered how it would be to have two guys at once. Something I never thought I would get a chance to do, but I never would have imagined having two men I love, and trust in my life. It would be you, and my lifetime friend Chip, my relationship with him has been almost totally Platonic. You are my true love, but he has been my best friend since I can remember.”

“This would be so similar to you and your cousins experience, because it will clear up some unfinished business for us. I think Chip and I too, need to get rid of any pent-up sexual frustrations we may have built up over the years from being as close as we were. We had done things some might consider sexual, but they were innocent, and mostly driven by my curiosity, I told you about them before, what we did was no more than getting naked, to show each other our private parts. I guess it might have been a sign of sexual attraction, I wanted to see all of him, and wanted him to see all of me, it seems like it was long ago and was very brief, almost a flash.”

“We did have a type of one-way sex a few months ago, I guess you would call it a loving, but not driven by sexual motivations on my part. He was so hurt from a breakup, that he got intoxicated at a party and I had to drive us home. He could not stop talking about her, so I found a place to pull over, and I started jerking him off to get his mind off of his girlfriend who had just broken his heart, but it had little to do with sex. It is just that I love him so much I would have done about anything to make him feel better. I would have just blown him, or even fucked him if I thought it would have been a cure for his hurt. I just worried about it sending him a wrong signal at such a vulnerable time, and that the hand job would not be that sexual.

I admit though, that the feeling I had almost immediately when I pulled his cock out. Then watching it grow in my hand as I jerked him, made me not able to resist leaning over to finish him with my mouth, and take his shot there too. You are the only other person I have had anything close to that kind of feeling with. I worry that I have been lying to myself about my feelings for him being only Platonic. He later told me that he was worried that what I did for him might have a bad effect on the friendship we both cherish, he has always been more cautious than me about crossing that line.”

Well, here is my proposal, “Chip is coming over for a visit, just to meet you he thinks. I thought if we were all comfortable with it, the three of us could party awhile, and eventually I will figure out a way to get us all naked together. Then I just have to fuck him. But it has to be in front of you, and maybe with you in some way, like him fucking me as I suck your cock. It would be a good way to put a period, at the end of a chapter in Chip and I’s life, and I want to do it with you present, like you had me there when you made love to Gina.

I probably should not have jerked him off earlier this year, causing me to lose control and suck his cock. I may have done it more for myself. To be completely honest, I now really feel like I must have him inside me. It would always be an unanswered question to have never been totally intimate with him.”

Even though we had a threesome with Gina, this proposal came out of the blue for me. I enjoyed the MFF threesome to no end, but this was different in that I had not even met this Chip, and I was being asked to get naked, and share Carlee with him. I was not sure how I felt about the possibility of rubbing up against a male stranger in the buff. On the other hand, strangely, the thought of seeing Carlee, and her best male friend fucking for the first time turned me on. It took me a minute or two to try to articulate how I felt about it, but I said, “I no longer know what I will, or will not do under the right circumstances. I have never gone Bi, or ruled it out completely, there is a couple of man to man things that don’t totally turn me off.”

“If you’re asking if I would be willing to do a straight threesome with you and your friend, it would be different from our threesome with Gina, you knew her before the three of us got together, but I Beylikdüzü escort never met Chip, nor has he met me. Let the two of us meet first, and as far as my part is, I will sneak in a yes or no nod before we start anything sexual as a threesome. I love you, and I am not a jealous or possessive person. I have never been anything but turned on when you tell details, of when you fucked someone in the past, like Jimmy. Thinking about watching my lover fuck her longtime friend for the first time takes me to a whole other level of arousal. It does sound very much like me and Gina, other than the cousin part, so like you let the two of us enjoy each other, it would not be fair to the two of you to not have some time to be on your own sexually. I would be just as happy as you were watching your lover fuck someone they have had some long time feelings for.”

“That sounds fair, and pretty damn hot, it has made me a little wet already just talking about it. I would have the same rule I guess, sometimes you know chemistry is good or bad right away. I’m so excited at the possibility of having a threesome with the two of you, it’s giving me chills.”

Well, Chip came over, and it did not take me long to find out that she had not overstated what a good guy he seemed to be, I was glad to see she has him for a friend. They likely have no relationship goals, in spite of their normal boy/girl sexual attraction. Besides, we don’t own each other’s bodies or souls, situations change, feelings change. With Carlee starting college, and me grad school, it will likely be a long time before we could even consider any kind of total commitment to each other.

I gave her the nod yes, and she came up with such an obvious plan, so much so, we probably should have just took our clothes off, and got started. We smoked some weed, then Carlee wanted to play a stripping game. She said she felt lucky and wanted to see us both or fit bodies naked at the same time. I mentioned strip poker, but so we would not have to think much we just made it a draw game, whoever drew the best 5 cards got to pick their choice of a piece of clothing off of the person of their choice.

With two guys and one girl guess what hot girl was standing there totally naked first? When Carlee stripped off her panties to be totally naked, I still had my shirt and boxers. Thanks to Carlee’s last pick, Chip just had his shirt, and looked a little embarrassed with a boner. I see her naked like that quite often, but Chip was getting a real treat getting to now get to see Carlee’s perfect body, au-natural, and for not just a minute or two. As I have said before, her body is a plastic surgeons’ nightmare, nothing he could improve, perfect in every way.

Just seeing her not able to contain her joy, and he could not hide his amazement, as she took the chair that was in front of Chip, and pushed it closer to give him the best view. She is so beautiful any way she dresses, she is even beautiful in the morning when she gets up with her hair mussed, and no makeup on. Seeing her sit naked in front of her friend Chip was different, it seemed to give her a special glow, and look of excitement.

She was now totally exposed to her best male friend for the first time since she had developed such a perfect body. He had seen a lot of it when she has been in her bikini I assume, but now she was giving him a close up look at what has been hidden from him, the special part of a woman that men love to see, and experience. He now was no longer trying to hide his stiff penis, and she was determined to do a lot more than just jerk it off this time.

Carlee was so happy to be giving Chip such a close up look at her shaved genitals for the first time, she could not stop giggling, giving away her joy. In order to make sure he saw everything, she lifted her legs, then spread them wide enough to put her feet up on his chair, one on each side of him, it was quite a view he got that way, showing both her pussy, and her wonderful ass, including that cute little button of a butt hole. Carlee knew how to make even that view more seductive, as she put a hand on each side of her pussy, and spread her lips open enough to show the pink of her vagina entrance, in what I could only describe as a, “this is for you Chip” pose.

She giggled in delight as she saw the look it brought to Chip’s face, seeing her actual opening. I understood why she was just so excited to finally show her best friend Chip, who she loves so much, every last part of her naked body. I felt the same kind of excitement when Carlee pulled off my towel, with my cousin Gina right beside me. She could hardly contain herself but managed to give him a cute little innocent grin as he looked, that just topped the view off.

As worked up as we all were, I was still curious to see how this was going to lead into threesome sex, but again, I forgot how straight forward Carlee is.

“Okay guys, I am totally naked in a room with my two most favorite men in the world, I have my legs spread wide, especially for Escort Beylikdüzü you Chip, I wanted you to see everything that Jeff has already seen, and has explored with his tongue and penis. It’s time for us to do some things I have done with Jeff, and some other boys, I need to have real sex with you Chip. In setting this up, I have made myself hornier than I have ever been in my life, and I am ready to try something wild and new. How does this sound to the two of you, shed what clothes you have left, and be naked with me. I love and trust you both enough to offer you anything you want from me sexually. I just have to have both of you tonight, you can both have me at once, or take turns. My only rule is that the other has to be able to watch, and share this special occasion.”

Chip knows her too, even better than me, she gets what she wants, so he pulled off his shirt first, now his hard cock was even more obvious, sticking straight out in front of him. I would not say he was embarrassed, but I think what he was seeing and showing, might have put him in a state of shock for a few moments. As far as myself was concerned, as I removed my boxers, I was not sure I was ready to be naked with another man. I have been in showers at school, but not with another guy with a hardon like my own, but not with a naked girl present that had big plans for us.

I knew before he got here what she had planned, this was all a big surprise to him still. He recovered from the shock of it all, and was then ready to add to the evenings dialog, “My God Carlee, you’re my best friend, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I did not think I would ever get to see, and find out you have the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen too, you are just perfect. I would not have been ready for this kind of view of you when we were younger, but you have no idea how many hardons, and even some wet dreams you caused me to have. I remember how you talked me into getting naked with you briefly, I was so shaken, I didn’t even get a good look of your hidden parts. Now, I am sitting here looking at your vagina so close, I can even see the pink of your partly open hole, and your juices dripping from it. Yes, I would love to use my tongue to taste you, and then maybe make love to you. But I am still afraid something like this might hurt our friendship I so cherish.”

I felt like I should give him the OK too, since I was now considered to be her boyfriend, “Go ahead Chip, you need to see it even closer, and taste it for fuck’s sake, it does not just look great, her vagina is so tight, even around your tongue, look at how lit up her face is right now, have you ever seen her with such a glow, I haven’t, she is so excited to have you take her. How could it not be a beautiful thing for me to witness?”

He looked at her face, then mine, and then reluctantly moved toward her but stopped short again in hesitation, he wanted her, I think their close friendship was still making him hesitate to take her. I can understand him not wanting to risk losing their close friendship. I did not know what more I could add, but I followed up on what I said to try to convince him what was on the table for him, and that they can be on their own at first, “You two engage each other anyway you decide, and I will watch, and maybe join in at what I deem is the proper time.”

Carlee, was not about to let him off the hook, she knew what a hard sell he could be. She made him take her by her ankles, and had him hold her legs open as wide as they go. She now had her hands free to use her fingers to enter, and spread her vagina open so far, that even I could see the entire depth of it from where I was.

Then she said, “Chip see the inside of my vagina, now there is truly nothing else I have to show you. She focused down at what she was showing, and said look at my anxious pussy, just look at its opening, and how it’s just quivering in anticipation, and dripping my juices. It’s waiting for you, and only you right now, it’s just aching for your attention on this special night. This is full circle from when we were just sexually curious, and you were so sweet to show me all of you, yours was the first penis I had seen. Looking at you now, with your hard penis, and all your body exposed to me, I just have to have you. Don’t rob me of this opportunity. Let’s not leave that chapter unfinished, it is not fair to either of us.”

“Please, Chip, I just have to have you, if you don’t hurry and get your face over here, and your tongue deep inside me, you are going to have to watch me cry.”

Wow! What a hard sell, but she got him, she knows how to open her tear ducts on cue. Before one could make its way down her face, his head was deep in her sex.

I can’t describe exactly what he was doing to her, but I can try to paint a picture of what I was seeing. Carlee, now with the heels of her feet up on the chair, knees-up, and spread. Chip, was holding the inside of her thighs tenderly, to keep her pussy spread open as he used his tongue on her, exactly where and how, I don’t know. But he was getting sounds, and some looks on her face that I have never seen or heard from her. If I don’t lose her to him because of these hidden skills I don’t think she knew he had, I have to have a man to man, to try to get some tips.

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I got in my car and found my key chain in my backpack. As I started the engine, I flipped down the visor to look in the mirror. My face was flushed, and there was a smile playing on my lips. I had lost my virginity to Mr. McPhee!

I backed out and drove from the school parking lot to Kristen’s house, singing loudly to every song on the radio, and to some of the commercials, too. Her mom greeted me at the door, and asked if I wanted to stay for dinner. I answered that I would. Anything to keep me out of my house for as long as possible.

“Kristen’s in her room.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

I walked through their family room, messed up her brother’s hair, petted her dog, and continued to her bedroom door, where I knocked briefly.

“Come in!”

She had her stereo going, Third Eye Blind was playing. She was laying stomach down on her bed in our practice uniform we were instructed to wear for the day, black shorts and a white tank top with the words “Dance Team” embroidered on it. Her shoulder length brown hair was up in a ponytail, and she was studying for the history quiz.

“What’s up?” she asked as she sat up looking toward me expectantly.

“You would not even believe what happened today with Mr. McPhee after school!” I began.

“What? What did he do?”

“He fucked me!”

Her reaction was almost comical; first her brow wrinkled, then her jaw dropped like a cartoon character, and her eyes widened.

“No way!” she exclaimed, as her hand flew to her mouth.

“Dude, I am totally telling you, I had sex with him, and he wants to do it again I think!”

“Where? Where did you do it?!”

“The History Offices.”

She just shook her head in amazement, hand still covering her mouth.

“So that was it, that was your virginity!” She announced with a giggle. “Start spillin’ it………is he big?”

Laying back on her pastel patterned quilt, I recounted every detail of my incredible encounter with Mr. McPhee. Kristen leaned back next to me, asking questions here and there, analyzing everything, comparing my experience to her first time with her boyfriend Aaron.

“You wanna go out to my car and smoke?” I asked.

“Yeah, lemme grab my jacket.”

It was getting close to dinner time as we head out to the car, attempting to leave the house unnoticed. This was virtually impossible in the Kerry household.

“Hey, where you girls goin? We’re havin’ chili here soon,” her mom continued, “Q, did you call your aunt?”

“Um, no, not yet, but I will in a few minutes.”

Nobody ever called me “Q” but Kristen’s mom. I didn’t mind it.

Kristen’s house was set back off a two lane road, surrounded by trees, but still visible from the street. We walked across her gravel driveway toward my car in the turnaround. Upon shutting the doors and starting the radio, I dug through my backpack, found a bottle of ibuprofen, popped off the top, and pulled out a little baggie. Kristen opened my glove compartment and retrieved my bowl, and I proceeded to pack it up. After putting the pill bottle in my bag, contents safely locked away, I pulled out my lighter. Neither Kristen or I smoked cigarettes, the lighter was kept around for one thing only. Minutes later Pink Floyd was serenading us as smoke filled my car.

“When do you think you’ll fuck him again?”

I wasn’t actually sure. “I don’t know, but ya know what – he asked about you.” Kristen sat forward suddenly. “Really?! What did he ask?” she implored with a somewhat confused, shy smile.

“He wanted to know if you thought he was hot. He wanted me to tell you about what happened today, and for me to tell him what you thought about it.”

“What are you going to tell him?” she questioned me.

“I’m not sure yet. Ya know what, though, I think he wants to get with you too.”

“But I have a boyfriend,” she said, confused.

“Dude, Beylikdüzü escort that would be like me telling you that Brad Pitt wanted your body, and you being like ‘But I have a boyfriend’! Mr. McPhee is hot! You have to have sex with him if he wants you to! It’s like there isn’t a ‘no’ option!”

“But Aaron is the only guy I have ever been with,” she protested.

“I guarantee you that Mr. McPhee is, like, so much better.”

“I think I’d be so nervous,” she replied.

“I was totally nervous the whole time, but it was, like, the best experience of my life.”

She seemed to think about it for a moment, but her mind began to drift. Soon she started listening to the CD I had just put in. It was a song by Eazy E, “Gimme Dat Nut.” We both started to sing to it at the same passage:

“In some pussy is the place to be, always fucking is the life for me, spread them legs open far and wide, fuck this shit, just let me put my dick inside!”

By the time we were finished, we were both giggling and falling all over each other, a side effect of the herb.

Still laughing, Kristen looked at me as seriously as possible and said, “I wonder what pussy feels like,” and continued to giggle softly.

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it,” I lied. I had thought about it a few times before, especially after the first time I had gone web surfing a couple years ago. I ended up bored, so I had typed in the word “sex.” It returned with 5,472 matches. I clicked through all the sites I could, looking at every free tour, completely amazed, and very aroused. That was the first time I had ever seen anything like it. The memory of touching myself while looking at the screen began to arouse me. I regarded my friend once more.

Kristen by far was the most beautiful friend I had. She had stunning dark eyes that were framed so heavily with eyelashes that she never had to use mascara, shiny dark silk for hair that famed her face, soft olive-toned skin, and a figure to die for. She had both the tits and the ass, and was just tall enough to carry it off, creating an erotic and head-turning hourglass shape. I had often been jealous of her body, as most teenage girls are never happy with themselves. Then again, I often touched myself when laying in bed next to her, on weekend sleepovers. I had wanted to feel her sometimes in the worst way, and she was asking me now if I ever wondered what pussy felt like.

“Do you?” I asked.

“I just wondered, you know, ’cause I know what dick feels like. I was just thinking I have no idea what it is like to have sex with me.”

“Hmm, I dunno,” I began, “maybe it’s like having sex with me, I mean, like another girl, ya know?”

Kristen giggled nervously, and I joined her. We were still hunched pretty close to each other, partially from our last giggle episode, and partly because it was beginning to get chilly in the car. We were leaning our heads on each other, and slowly, she turned her head and looked at me. Her face was very serious all of a sudden, and she looked apprehensive.

“Can I kiss you?”

I looked at her blankly. Never had I ever imagined she would ask me that. I wanted to say yes, but my throat was unable to utter a sound.

My beautiful best friend did not wait for a response. Lifting her hand to my cheek, she began to run her fingers through my hair. Placing her hand behind my head she leaned forward as I closed my eyes. I began to breathe heavily as her warm, dark pink lips pressed my own. Her hand found it’s way into my coat and under my starched white blouse. Unsure of herself, she placed her hand at my waist and slipped it slowly upward, so that it stopped just short of my breast, creating a trail of fire on my skin. I could hear both of our hearts beating over the music as I pulled the bottom of her tank top over her breasts, exposing her ample bosom almost Beylikdüzü escort spilling out of her bra. She was wearing a sheer cream colored underwire bra, through which her nipples could easily be seen. Dark, almost brown, her quarter-sized areolas peaked into two extremely large, erect nipples. Her tits were fantastic, all I wanted was to have my mouth all over them.

Softly, I let my hands fall on the sides of her bra, and slid them toward myself to cup her soft , firm bosom. A small wimper escaped her lips, and she became more confident. She moved her hand behind my back, unfastened my bra, and took both of my perky breasts in her hands while her tongue licked my bottom lip before pushing into my mouth.

And there we were, high in my Lumina, fondling, squeezing, caressing each other’s tits, best friends since fourth grade. I wanted to touch her everywhere, to let my hands wander over this foreign but so familiar body in my hands, to kiss her in so many places.

I flipped the armrest up off the seat, and pulled her closer to me. Her tits pressed against mine, and I could feel the hardness of her nipples rub against my own. The car was cold, but our body heat and letter jackets kept us warm.

Kristen reached behind her, and grabbed my dance bag, full of clothes, and shoved it between me and the driver side door. She pushed me back onto it as her mouth fell upon my neck, near my collarbone. My fingers tangled in her dark hair, removing her hair band, as her mouth traveled to the soft swell of my breast. She glanced up and looked at me, her eyes mirroring my lust. My heart was pounding and my tits were aching for her mouth. She pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, watching my response intently as I dropped my head back and began to moan. Satisfied with my reaction, she licked my nipple with a warm, flat tongue, and then so quickly did she begin to suck, I arched my back in sheer surprise and pleasure. She released my tender flesh only for it’s twin moments later, her hand working the nipple she had left.

“Oh, my god,” I whispered hoarsely.

Looking up, my dearest friend, for whom I would do anything, gave me yet another reason to love her. She traced her finger from my areola across my stomach, around my bellybutton, and then directly down. She reached underneath my skirt and gently cupped my lace covered pussy. I took a sharp breath as she pushed aside my thong, and slowly, softly, explored my bare lips.

“You shave yours?!” she asked in surprise.

“Yeah,” I managed with a smile, “I saw it on the internet once.”

She stared at my moistened mound for a moment, and then slowly licked her top lip. Without averting her gaze, she moved her body back away from me while pulling my legs forward. When she was done, her breath was on my pussy, and my thighs were on either side of her head. Then she began.

It was the most incredible experience I had felt until then. She traced the opening of my pink lips with her dark tongue, and I lost control. As she began to push past my soft skin into my wet slit, my hands, still woven in her hair, suddenly pressed her face into my pussy. Both of us gasping for breath, she shoved her tongue into my hole, and then with a flat tongue, she licked from my opening over the folds of skin, and pushed roughly over my clit. I almost screamed in pleasure, as she began to hold back my lips and lap at my clit like a kitten would do with a bowl of cream. My face pressed against the steamed window, all it took was a glance down at my best friend eating my newly deflowered pussy to send me over the edge.

My thighs began to tighten, and my hips thrust up to meet Kristen’s golden tongue. The explosion washed over me in waves, my eyes never leaving the sight of Kristen’s mouth being filled with my pussy juice. She continued to explore inside my lips with her tongue, even after Escort Beylikdüzü I had cum. Gently I raised her head from between my thighs, and smiled, as I saw her face was covered with my juice. I sat up as I pulled her to me, and began to lick my honey from her face. Her tongue met mine and we kissed passionately as my taste covered my own mouth.

My hands went back to her magnificent tits, which I began to fondle through her bra, as she nuzzled her face into my neck and covered me with soft, tiny kisses.

“I want to make you feel good,” I said softly.

“I’m all for it,” she said with a smile.

As I slowly moved a hand from her tits to lower latitudes, we heard a call from the house.

“Girls! Chili’s ready! Get on in here!”

We quickly sat back from each other, her mother’s voice not a welcomed intrusion.

“We better get dressed,” she stated awkwardly.

“Yeah, I know.”

Quickly we arranged our clothes, and made our way into the house, looking at each other with a mixture of lust, fear, and guilt the whole time. We mostly felt lust, though. Eating chili at the table with her family was pure torture, as Kristen sat next to me, and I wanted to finish what we had started so badly. I thought about touching her under the table, but what if her parents or brother noticed? I couldn’t. I was too much of a chicken shit.

Kristen’s mom asked me again if I had called my aunt to let her know I was eating with them. I said I hadn’t, and she suggested that I do so that very minute. With much reluctance, I got up and went into the kitchen. Dialing the numbers, I began to get a little nervous. I did not have a good relationship with my aunt and uncle, and I knew that they would not be pleased or lenient with me for not calling. I knew this when I was reminded to call in the first place, but if I had called, I would not be permitted to stay. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, that was my theory.

The phone call did not go well, as expected. I was informed that I better get my ass home, that I was in for it. I knew that I would be. I was always on their shit list, as they called it. Just another day in my life.

I went back into the dining room and thanked Kristen’s mom for dinner, looking at beautiful Kristen the whole time. Her eyes were sympathetic, she knew what I had to go home to. I signaled for her to call me, said good night to everyone, and left the house.

The night had gotten colder, and I looked up at the stars as I crossed her gravel driveway. There was a clarity in the air, between the chill, the cloudless black sky ablaze with celestial lights, and the crunching sound my shoes made across the gravel. The wind moved through the trees, creating a rustle among the autumn leaves not yet sent to the earth. The moment was like an explanation that I could not translate. Reaching my car, I opened the door, moved my dance bag to the passenger seat, and slipped inside.

After turning the key into the ignition, I turned down the music, and with my hands and head resting on the steering wheel, I took a moment to think about my day. I had been embarrassed beyond belief in school, lost my virginity to my incredibly sexy history teacher, and had my pussy licked by my incredibly sexy best friend. It was a lot to take in. My head swam with the details of the events, when I realized I had not performed my dance team check-offs for Kristen as instructed.

I’ll just call her when I get home, I thought. She’d cover for me, I knew.

Tired, and not really up to going home and facing the tyrants, I backed out of the driveway and turned up the radio. I changed the station, never settling on anything. All I wanted to think about was seeing Mr. McPhee and Kristen tomorrow. I just needed to get through the night alone, and tomorrow would be even better than today. I wondered out loud what my name would sound like if Mr. McPhee married me.

“Quinn McPhee,” I stated with a smile.

Then I realized with a frown that I didn’t know his first name.

“No biggie,” I reasoned out loud, “All that matters is that he loves me. I’ll find out tomorrow.”

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Little Debbie the Girl Scout Leader

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Readers: I’d like to offer a few words of introductory information. I had intended to write a short tale of ‘slam-bam’ forbidden ‘barely legal’ sex. My trouble was; I fell in love with the female character and I couldn’t allow her to be ‘fucked and forgotten’. So, what I ended up with here is a slow-told sex story which has an element of romantic love mixed in with the lascivious lust. This story took on a life of its own and I found it hard to get out of it. Therefore, this tale is a little bit long. If you decide to read my erotic ‘novella’, thanks.

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Stepping from the shower, I caught a reflection of my nude body in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I’d always wished I was taller than my 5 foot 10 inches, but I had no other regrets about the muscular build of my masculine 36-year-old body.

Unconsciously, my eyes lingered for a minute on the stiffened erection between my legs. During my bath, my manhood had been swelling and getting harder. As a confirmed bachelor, I had no ‘serious’ lady in my life. I enjoyed playing-the-field too much to even dream of settling down.

The only problem with living without a permanent lady in my life was the fact that I couldn’t get a piece of pussy any time I wanted. And, at this moment, I needed a sweet wet vagina in which to dip my pulsating erection. Hell, I guess I was going to have to settle for beating my meat!

Before I had a chance to begin this self-relieving task, I heard the insistent ring of my doorbell. Damnit, somebody was interrupting my plans for a little orgasmic release!

Aggravated, I threw a bathtowel around my waist, tucked it in below my bellybutton, and headed for the front door. If whoever it was ringing the bell minded being met by a half-naked man then tough-shit to them! They ought to have better manners than to disturb a man with a throbbing hard-on.

When I jerked open the door, I was met by a blustery blast of cold, late-fall wind. A whirlwind whisk of a figure, a young woman dressed in a Girl Scout Leader uniform, rushed inside and shut the door behind her. The shivering, coatless sprite took a few steps into the room and held her hands out to the heat of my crackling fireplace.

“Oh Mr. Spencer, this fire feels so good,” she said. “I didn’t realize the weather would turn so cold so quickly. Why, it was actually ‘warm’ this morning! I’m Debbie Darling from down the street. I’m out taking orders for Girl Scout cookies. You know me, don’t you, Sir?”

Before I could respond, the young lady added, “Scout Leaders don’t usually go door-to-door selling cookies. That’s for the Girl Scouts themselves to do. But, I’m helping my troop out because several of them are sick with a cold. I was a scout myself for years and now I’ve just become a volunteer leader for a Brownie troop. Our recruitment slogan for girls and leaders this fall is ‘commit to a girl’. Sir, can you commit to our girls and their organization? Do you want to get any of my cookies?”

Commit to a girl, why I had no intention of doing any such thing! As for her cookies, goddamn my horny wicked soul to Hell, but my sex-stimulated mind took what the young woman said and turned it into a ‘dirty’ thought. Yeah, some sweet, warm female ‘cookies’ would taste mighty good right now!

Before I answered, my eyes made a quick visual inspection of my unexpected visitor. An official uniform scarf with a membership pin adorned her slim neck. A navy blue skirt and blouse in the style of business attire graced her body and seemed to fit the lady like a ‘too-tight’ glove. It must have been a ‘last-years’ outfit because the young female form was outgrowing it now. Feminine shapes and bulges stretched the fabric in several strategic places. The lady was short, perhaps a whole foot shorter than me. Slim legs peeked out below a blue hem and ran down to knee socks and patent leather shoes. If I was a betting man, I’d bet she didn’t weigh over 100 pounds. Her brunette hair was a mop of curly locks which were so short they didn’t even touch her shoulders.

With my stimulated erection straining my towel, I finally found my voice and answered, “Yes Debbie, I know you. I’ve seen you around the neighborhood. I think I’ve bought some cookies from you in the past years.”

Standing there half naked and horny as hell, mischievous thoughts entered my mind and I decided to tease the young seductress arousing me, “But, little lady I remember you as a childlike girl. Just when in the hell did your body start ‘filling out’ so much? What are you, about 15, 16 or so now?”

“No, I’m not 15 and I’m not 16!” the girl testily responded. Glancing at the watch on her tiny wrist, she continued, “I’m 18 and I’ve been 18 for two hours and five minutes! And, for your information Sir, I’m not a ‘little girl’! I’m a freshman in college. As to your other question, it seems like my body just up and decided to ‘pop out’ all over the place this past year. I don’t know why it took so long to do it. But Sir, I didn’t come here Beylikdüzü escort to talk about me. I came to sell cookies. Do you want to place an order?”

My mind wandered away in an effort to digest her information. “18 for two hours and five minutes” is what she said. Why, she has reached the legal ‘age of consent’ for any kind of sexual shenanigans a man might wish to engage in with her! My pretty little sexy neighborhood cookie-seller would fit nicely into the hallowed category of ‘barely legal’ yet ‘legal enough’!

Hell, I silently thought with my hard-on straining the bathtowel around my waist. A lot of damn good this information would do me. Barely legal or not, that teenaged woman would have no interest or attraction for a man of my advanced age. I’d bet she had a teenage boyfriend. What was it the kids use to say? Oh yeah, it was, “Never trust anyone over 30!”

Shaking my head in an effort to rid it of horny seduction thoughts, I answered the fascinating young lady, “Yes little Debbie, I’d like some cookies. Could I get about ten dollars worth? Girl, I’m horn…hungry as hell and I hate waiting for special treats. Would you have any cookies I could eat right now?”

“Oh yes, Sir,” Debbie eagerly said. “I’ve got some sample boxes in my backpack. I can let you have ten dollars worth of chocolate mint cookies.”

While the girl rummaged in her pack, I stepped back into the bathroom and picked up my wallet. I gave a quick thought to slipping on my pants, but immediately discarded it. I had plans for a masturbating party real soon with thoughts of a sexy young Scout Leader occupying my mind.

Back in the living room, I noticed the boxes of cookies laid out on the coffee table. I dug a ten dollar bill from my wallet and handed it to the uniformed cookie salesgirl.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you about the tax,” the girl apologetically said. “Growing up, my Scout Leaders told me to always remember the tax. It’s sixty cents more. Is that okay?”

Smiling, I answered, “Sure little Debbie, that’s fine. But, do you have change for a dollar bill. I don’t have any coins in my wallet and I don’t have any pockets in my towel.”

“I’ve noticed that,” the girl unintentionally blurted out. A crimson red blush immediately colored her face and her hands rushed to cover it. Demurely, she added, “Oh, I didn’t mean I was looking at your towel! Of course towels don’t have pockets! Tight-fitting towels like yours barely have enough room to cover a man’s big…!”

The girl’s face color reddened to a deeper shade of bashful blush. Turning away, she nervously dug into her purse and extracted some coins. She turned back and reached her trembling coin-filled hand towards me.

As I reached out to accept the change, Debbie’s unsteady fingers opened too soon and dropped the handful of coins onto the hardwood floor. The jingly-jangly coinage bounced and rolled all over the place.

Dropping to the floor, Debbie chased after coins. Her sexy young body made for such a delightful sight to watch that I too dropped down and began gathering the wayward change.

After capturing the last fugitive coin, the two of us stood back up. I soon discovered that my coin-chasing adventures had created a problem. My towel had loosened to the point that when I stood up straight the terrycloth garment had stayed on the floor. My upper body and my legs were now not the only parts of my body displayed in all its exposed erect glory. My thick, muscular cock was standing at naked attention!

“Oh my good god!” Debbie unexpectedly exclaimed. “Mr. Spencer, I now see why your towel was stretched out to the bursting point! Oh my goodness gracious, you had better cover that thing back up!”

I had never blushed in my life and I was determined to not do so now. But, I admitted to myself that I was a little embarrassed to have accidentally exposed my pulsating erection to an unsuspecting young woman.

Bending over, I snatched up the towel and rearranged it around my waist. “Debbie, girl I’m sorry!” I repentantly proclaimed. “Damn girl, I didn’t mean for this to happen and I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you!”

“Well, I’m not exactly ’embarrassed’, I don’t think,” Debbie said warily. “It just happened so suddenly I was unprepared to see your…your ‘man-thing’. Mr. Spencer, what do you men prefer to call your ‘man-things’? I’ve heard all the slang words, but since I’ve never talked to a man or boy about it, I’m pretty much uninformed about things like that. I’ve never even had the ‘sex talk’ with my mother. I guess for an 18-year-old woman, I’m pretty ignorant in the ways of men.”

A puzzling look covered my face, but I went ahead and answered the question she asked, “Girl, I prefer the word ‘cock’ as name for the dangly appendage between my legs. A ‘cock’ gets elongated and hard when it’s near a sexy lady. My cock is steely-hard right now because I’m so close to you. A girl of your age should know this. Debbie, surely a teenager as seductively sexy as you are, Beylikdüzü escort is not a virgin!”

“I most certainly am!” Debbie proudly announced. “I’m not about to let one of those ‘grabby-handed’ boys get their hands in my panties! Mom says I’m a ‘good girl’ and I intend to stay ‘good’ until I fall in love with a ‘special’ guy or get married.”

I forced a smile and then said something I didn’t really mean, “Good for you Debbie. You ought to stay virginal and innocent until the ‘right man’ comes along. Listen girl, why don’t you call me by my first name? Friends and adult Girl Scout Leaders can call me ‘Jason’.”

“Okay, I will,” Debbie eagerly replied. “For some reason, I feel comfortable around you, Jason. Thanks for buying my cookies. I’d better go before the weather gets any colder.”

Debbie turned for the door and took two steps away from my comforting fire. “Wait!” I shouted. “Girl, it’s as cold as a witch’s tit out there, so let me give you a coat to wear home. I think I have an old university jacket in the hallway closet.”

Debbie followed me into the hallway. I scrounged around searching for the jacket. Reaching up into the far, left corner shelf, I found the coat and pulled it out. Turning back, I handed it to the girl.

Debbie was giggling and pointing at a place below my waist. The stretching and tugging had once more loosened my towel and left it lying at my feet. My erection was again exposed. My rigid manhood was pointing straight as a compass at the girl’s smiling face.

“Hey Jason, I think you’re fighting a loosing battle with that bathtowel,” Debbie said in a giggly voice. “For all the good it’s doing you, why you might as well just leave it off! I’ve already seen your…your ‘cock’ so you have no reason to hide it from me. Mister, I wouldn’t bite you, even if I knew how.”

Grabbing up the towel from the floor, I followed the girl back down the hall to the warm living room. Following her suggestion, I didn’t wrap the cock-covering back around me. Watching her swaying young ass, I think my cock swelled to an even bigger size in length and girth.

“Let me help you get the coat on, Debbie,” I said. Instead of throwing the towel on the couch, I flipped it into a rolled up shape and hung it between my lower abdomen and my swollen erection. Several inches of my cockshaft stuck out through the cloth.

Mischievous devilment came over me and I teasingly said, “Hey girl, what do you think about my ‘towel rack’? I reckon a cock is a pretty useful thing for a man to have.”

Debbie sure was a giggly young woman. She giggled merrily now and answered, “Well Jason, I think you have the nicest ‘towel rack’ I’ve ever seen. You’re right; it does seem to serve a ‘useful’ purpose. You’re also right about it being ‘pretty’. Why, I’ve never seen anything so nicely-shaped and beautiful in my life!”

Blushing from her awkward boldness, Debbie started putting the jacket on. Reaching out, I grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it up. The tips of my fingers brushed against her swelling bosom. For a girl with her slim, diminutive stature, Debbie’s chest seemed to be well-endowed with mounded female shapes. Firm feminine forms stretched the bodice of her Scout Leader blouse. My fingers lingered and played a little longer than they should have.

“Debbie,” I impulsively said. “Speaking of ‘racks’, why young lady you don’t seem to be doing too shabbily in that area yourself! You really fill out your uniform nicely! Woman, if your bosomy boobs swell any bigger you’ll pop a couple of buttons and put some guy’s eyes out.”

Blushing and giggling again, Debbie shyly said, “Thank you, Jason. I think that’s the sweetest thing any man has ever said to me. My nipples are getting all ‘tingly’ and hard. Oh god, I didn’t mean to say that out loud! Now, you’ll think I’m a ‘bad’ girl.”

“Like hell, I will!” I exclaimed. “I don’t think any such thing! Having your nipples get tingly and hard is just a natural bodily function if a young woman is ‘sexually’ aroused. I feel kind of proud of myself that I can provoke such a response to my touch in you. Young lady, you’re making my cock hard, horny, and tingly, too! This doesn’t make either one of us ‘bad’.”

Unexpectedly, Debbie stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. Her slim hands lay against my nude chest. “Jason,” she whispered. “Thank you for making me feel so relaxed and comfortable in the presence of a naked man. I think I can tell you a secret. In a way, I kinda wish I was just a little bit ‘bad’. If I was, I’d…I’d…”

Instead of saying more, Debbie allowed her fingers to slowly feel their way down my chest and belly. Her fingertips lightly brushed the warm skin of my stiffened manhood. To her own amazement and mine, she pulled my towel off its erect cock-rack, put it to her face, and breathed in the masculine scent imbedded within.

Suddenly, the ‘always prepared’ Girl Scout Leader found herself in a situation she was ‘not’ prepared for. Pulling away, Escort Beylikdüzü Debbie stuffed the male-scented towel into her cookie-filled backpack.

With her back towards me, the innocent girl-woman did something incredibly impulsive. She reached her hands under her uniform skirt and slipped her panties down over her legs, her knee socks, and her shoe-covered feet.

Turning back to face me, the impetuous teenager twisted her slightly-damp panties into a roll and hung them over the elongated rod which had been holding my towel. Throwing her hands around my neck, Debbie once more stood tiptoed and kissed my cheek. She whispered anxiously, “Jason, forgive me, but I’m taking your smell with me, so I’m leaving mine with you. I think your cock makes a fine ‘panty-rack’, too!”

Before I could recover my astonished wits, Debbie’s voice sternly instructed, “Jason, please don’t say anything. Just kiss me the way a man kisses a woman and then let me run away from the temptation I feel for you!”

Stooping slightly, I ran my hands under the young woman’s uniform hem. I grabbed two hands full of firm panty-less Scout Leader ass and lifted a featherweight feminine body up enough for our kiss-hungry mouths to collide. I felt the sweet surrender of Debbie’s female passion run from my head to my toes.

Debbie’s lips and mine relinquish all self-disciplined restraint. Moist tongues licked slippery mouths, dueled and teased with awakening love, and mouth-fucked in a confirmation of undeniable lust.

Despite this young woman’s plea for me to say nothing, I stopped kissing and whispered in her ear, “Happy 18th birthday, Debbie. Sweet lady, I wish I had a present to give you.”

Inspired by passion, Debbie’s sock-covered legs encircled my thighs. As I pulled her closer, her dress hiked higher and I felt wetness touching my cockshaft. Drippy feminine moisture was leaking from the naked pussy pressed against my erection.

This young lady’s body was so light in weight I could have stood there holding her in my arms all day. Instinct propelled me to lift her into a position where her pussy was situated directly above my swollen manhood.

Sticky wet inner pussy lips kissed my cockhead. A river of vaginal fluid washed over my cockshaft and bathed it in hot, slippery penile lubrication. Mother Nature’s call was demanding a carnal conjoining of a cunt and a cock.

My rationalizing mind was silently screaming, “Don’t do it! Don’t fuck this ‘barely legal’ girl! Wait, wait at least until she gains a bit more maturity. Oh god, this virginal young lady doesn’t even know what is happening!”

Debbie must have known more than I was giving her credit for. She allowed her body to slip down until her warm inner pussy lips were wrapped around the head of my cock. Hesitantly, she allowed her virginal hymen to be touched and stretched by the swollen cock intruder.

By raising and lowering her body no more than an inch at a time, Debbie was able to test the strength of her protective virginal membrane without breaking it. Pussy muscles squeezed and contracted around the cockhead in an age-old mating welcome.

Didn’t this naive girl-child-woman know she was playing with fire? Didn’t she know she was getting perilously close to getting her sweet ass burned and her innocence incinerated?

Heated, pulsating blood raced though pussy veins and cock veins alike. Male and female cum-juices were bubbling and boiling. “Oh god, Debbie!” I huskily moaned. “Damnit girl, if we don’t stop now, we might not be able to later! Didn’t you say you were saving yourself for a ‘special’ man?”

“I did say that,” Debbie replied. “And, Mister, that’s just what I’ve done! Oh Jason, hold me tight and don’t let go even if I scream!”

Without warning, Debbie raised herself up almost to the point of loosing contact with the cockshaft touching her body so intimately. Quickly, she lowered herself back down and impaled her entire vaginal cavity onto my stiffened, swollen erection.

True to her premonition, Debbie did scream. Her hymen was split asunder and her piercing wail echoed off the walls. Keeping my promise, I held the girl tightly. It was too damn late to stop anything now!

With hot virgin blood now aiding in lubrication, I held onto Debbie’s firm ass and bounced her young body up and down like one of those rubber tether-balls attached to a paddle. In this case, Debbie’s pussy was the ball and my cock was the paddle.

I repeatedly bounced and paddled the sweet young pussy up and down upon my deep-penetrating cockshaft. Hot-blooded testicle cream was begging to be released from its ball-sack confinement. I knew I would start cumming soon.

In this race for cum-shooting release, Debbie beat me to the finish line. The young feminine body which had never felt the touch of a man’s cock was now spraying the erect man-shaft with a blistering mist of female cum.

Despite the thickness of her jacket, I could feel Debbie’s heartbeat pounding against my naked chest. I could feel her pussy’s racing pulse beating all along my erection’s elongated length. Whimpering cries stole the girl’s breath away. Breathtaking orgasms overpowered all her other senses and she moaned with overwhelmingly joyful lust.

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Like a Shotgun Ch. 01

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I was 15 when I first fell in love. I remember the first night that I met him. He was a friend of my father’s who had been down on his luck. He had just been recently divorced. So, lonely and depressed, my father invited him over to our house one night for dinner. He came into our house with dark, sad eyes, and I remember just wanting to hold him till he felt better. His name was Richard.

Although I was underage and nothing could happen between him and I, I was still heartbroken four months later when I found out he was to be remarried. We had been invited to the wedding, but on the day of the wedding I pretended I was sick and couldn’t go. I couldn’t bear to see him in love with another woman. Over the next few years, he came over to our house on and off. Sometimes with his wife, sometimes not.

Now, I’m 18. I would be graduating high school in about six weeks. I was thrilled about that part of my life, but I was still in love with Richard. He was a very nice man, always kind to my parents and myself. He and I had talked a little bit, about very general things, the weather, how school was going, etc. Our subjects always stayed the same, but over the last few weeks I had the feeling he may have thought of me in a different way. His eyes were very expressive, and I noticed he began to look at me more. He never flirted with me in any other way than with his eyes. His eyes, when we talked and when he looked at me, were very suggestive. He had very dark, seductive eyes. I loved these little episodes that we had together, when not an inappropriate word was spoken and both of our eyes seemed to do all the talking.

Anyway, that night, Richard was coming to our house for dinner. His wife couldn’t come because she had to work. I stood in the mirror and applied my makeup and brushed my long, blonde hair. It didn’t seem to bother me that he was married, or that he might like me. I was in love, and I wanted to see where this would go, if anywhere.

I had noticed that lately Richard had been less affectionate with his wife. When they first married and came to our house, they were very lovey-dovey, always holding hands and giving each other small kisses. But it seemed that those days were over. But so soon? They had only been married about three years. Maybe lust does die that quickly, I told myself.

The doorbell rang and I let Richard in. I saw that he noticed my outfit, which was a sweater and a miniskirt, all tightly clung to my body. At that moment, my parents came in and we all sat down to chat for a little bit.

Now I have one bad habit: I’m a smoker. And soon I got a craving for a cig, and excused myself and went out to the porch to have a smoke, as both my parents hated smoking.

Out on the porch, I lit a cigarette and watched the orange end contrast with the night sky. I heard the door open. I didn’t even bother to look back. I knew it was my Mom, scolding me, once again, on my smoking. But I was wrong. It was Richard.

“Hello, Christine,” he said to me.

He shut the door behind him and approached me with a smile. I turned around and looked up at him. I smiled. He had thick dark hair, dark eyes (as I had mentioned before), a small frame and stood at around 5’8″ or 5’9″.

“Hello, Mr. Andrews,” I said to him.

He stood beside me and spoke, “You know, all these years you’ve been calling me Mr. Andrews, and I’ve decided that you should just call me Richard. Calling me Mr. Andrews makes me feel like I’m 45 years old.”

I giggled, “Well, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to feel that way.”

We laughed. “Alright, Richard,” I said to him

“Do you have a smoke I could have?” he asked me.

“Well, there’s none left out here. I do have a box in my room. I’ll go get it for you.” I started to leave the porch

“No, no, that’s quite alright. I suppose that’s something we have in common,” he said to me with a smile.

I went back to the porch railing and leaned my back against it, looking up at him. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was flirting with me. But surely it was just my imagination. I decided to be bold and find out. I took the cigarette out of my mouth and held it up to his mouth.

“Open up,” I said teasingly, with a smile.

He chuckled and did as I said. I slid the cigarette in his mouth and brought my hand back down to my waist. His eyes never left mine. He studied me as he took the cigarette from his mouth and blew the smoke in the air. I saw him look down at my boobs, then my skirt and naked legs. I looked at him with big eyes, knowing what he was thinking of.

“I like that sweater,” he said to me, very matter-of-factly.

I looked down and blushed, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Nicole couldn’t come tonight, she’s been working very hard at her job lately,” he said, speaking of his wife. His eyes looked out at the sky.

“I’m sorry she couldn’t come,” I lied.

He looked directly at me, “I’m not sorry at all,” he said in a hushed tone.

At that moment, my Mom opened up the door Beylikdüzü escort and said it was dinner time. Richard and I went inside and we all took a seat at the table to feast on the steak, green beans and mashed potatoes.

We made conversation at the table, but I noticed Richard looked at me quite a bit, as I did with him. I didn’t know him very well, but I had a feeling he was a spontaneous soul, both in and out of the bedroom. And speaking of the bedroom, I had dreamed many nights would it be like to make love with him.

I was a virgin, which wasn’t always easy. It was hard to be so inexperienced around so many kids at school who seemed very experienced in these kinds of matters. All I knew was that I wanted Richard, and that I had been saving myself for him.

That weekend I went to the mall with Sherry, a girlfriend of mine. We had bought some clothes, did some window shopping, the usual stuff. We went to the food court and ordered some McDonald’s and took a seat and chit-chatted. She knew all about my crush on Richard and we began to talk about him.

“I remember meeting him once at your house,” Sherry said. “Do you want him real bad?” she asked casually, biting into her burger.

I giggled, “Yes, I really do.”

She shook her head, “I just don’t get that. He’s married and he’s not even really that good looking. Would you ever consider getting together with a married man?”

“I wouldn’t even consider it with anyone but him,” I answered.

“Wow,” she paused. “This is serious. I-“

Her cell phone went off. She answered it and talked for a couple minutes then hung up.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Damn,” she groaned. “I have to work second shift today. Shit. One of the other girls called in sick.” She looked at her watch. “I have about an hour till I need to be in. Damn it, I guess I’m going to have to go.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “I understand. Besides, we accomplished everything we set out to do, right?” I said, holding up my shopping bag.

She laughed, “That’s true enough. See you later.” She got up from her seat, grabbing her bags and walked off. I sat there quietly eating my chicken nuggets. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me. It was Richard!

I smiled, “Hello Richard, so nice to see you. I didn’t know you were a mall-goer.”

“Well,” he grinned. “I wasn’t expecting that warm of a hello. But I love it just the same.”

I motioned to the chair across from me, “If you’re not busy, would you like to sit down with me?”

He nodded and smile, “Sure thing.” He sat down with a cup of soda and a bag. “I’ve been out buying a birthday gift for Nicole. Damn, she is getting harder and harder to shop for.”

I giggled, “Well, I’m sure she appreciates whatever you give her.”

He shook his head, “Not really. So anyway, I noticed you sitting over here by yourself after your friend left. Wasn’t she feeling well?”

“No,” I said. “She got a last minute call from work. She actually got lip injections a while back. Don’t you think they turned out beautifully?”

“Nah,” he said. “Yours are much prettier.”

I blushed, “Thanks.”

“So what else is going on?” he asked.

“Well, I’ve come to a major decision,” I said. “Come May 1st I’m giving up smoking. I’m throwing it all out, going cold turkey.”

“Wow,” he said. “You know, you’ve got guts. I’m with you. I’ve been wanting to quit for so long, but always made up excuses. Well, forget that. May 1st I’m going cold turkey too!” he said in a determined tone.

I giggled, “Promise?”

“I promise,” he said.

I stuck out my pinky finger, “You have to pinky swear.”

He stuck out his hand and wrapped his pinky finger around mine, “I pinky swear.” We sat there for a moment awkwardly. He slid his hand from mine and cleared his throat.

“Hey,” I said. “I have an idea. Why don’t we catch a movie? The move theatre is just on the first floor. What do you say?”

He grinned, “Sure, that sounds great. Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a movie.”

We got up from our seats and threw our food and drinks away. We walked over to the escalator and stepped onto one of the steps. He leaned back against the moving railing. I looked up at him. He suddenly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, holding my cheek. It was a kiss that ended till the escalator reached the first floor. I was shocked and excited. We just shared our first kiss, and it seemed to me we were both antsy to do more. The kiss seemed so natural and we separated as we stepped onto the floor. We walked towards the cinema and talked about the movies playing. We decided to see “Changeling” which started in twenty minutes.

“Well, we have about twenty minutes to kill. What should we do?” I asked.

He grabbed my hand and turned right into a hallway of lockers. It was private and there was hardly any noise. He gently took my shoulders and leaned my back against the wall of lockers. I looked up at him and giggled. He smiled and rested his hands above my head.

“You’re Beylikdüzü escort not going anywhere,” he said playfully.

“Oh really?” I teased.

“Yes, really. You’re getting a little mouthy, aren’t you?” he smirked.

I giggled and his dark eyes searched my face. He leaned in to kiss me and we frenched. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his around my waist. We necked passionately for several minutes. I caressed him, kissed him, whispered in his ear.

“Do you want me as much as I want you?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” he said in a low voice. “I want you so much. I’ve been noticing you lately. That night out on your porch, when you fed me the cigarette. That drove me nuts.”

I giggled, “I’ve noticed you, Richard. For the longest time.”

He tucked my hair behind my ear, “Really baby?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

“I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold onto this feeling so long,” he said. “I’ve been wanting you badly. And at the same time I feel so guilty, because of Nicole.”

“It doesn’t matter to me that you’re married,” I said. “I just want you.”

“I want you too, Christine,” he said. “What should we do?”

We talked for a few minutes. We were horny for each other, but things had to be scheduled so his wife wouldn’t be suspicious. I told him I was a virgin. He looked at me, stunned. We agreed to go ahead and see the movie together and then see each other late Sunday night.

For the next couple weeks, we met late at night in secret. We’d sit in his car and make out or go out by the lake and sit and kiss, professing our lust for one another. I didn’t dare tell him I loved him so soon. I wanted to so badly, but I was scared he didn’t feel the same way.

My parents knew I was seeing someone, by the way I’d been leaving at night, but they didn’t know who it was. They were getting curious about this mystery man who I never spoke of, and who they never, as far as they knew, met before. I never spoke of Richard to my parents and I never spoke of him to my friends, except to Sherry. She was the only one I confided into about being his mistress. Unlike most high school girls, she meant what she said and swore never to tell anyone.

Richard and I went from silent flirting, to outright flirting, to meeting in secret. I couldn’t believe how fast everything was going. It just went off, like a shotgun. We couldn’t help ourselves.

One night Richard and I were sitting in the backseat of his car in an abandoned parking lot. We held hands and kissed softly. I was in love and I had to tell him. And I had to find something out.

“Richard,” I spoke. “Richard, baby. I love you.”

He looked at me. It looked as if he were about to cry. He hugged me close, “I love you too, sweetheart.” He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.

“Baby, are we crazy for feeling this way after only a couple of weeks?” I asked him.

“No, sweetheart. Not at all. These things happen when they happen. Nicole and I fell in love after only a short time. Or at least, we once were in love.”

“Richard, I need to be with you. Will you leave her to be with me?” I blurted out.

He looked at me, shocked. And I felt shocked and embarrassed that I had blurted out such a thing. But I realized, that’s what I had wanted to know all along. It’s what I wanted. Looking in my eyes, he could tell I was serious.

“No precious,” he said. “I can’t leave Nicole.”

“Why?” I asked angrily.

“Sweetheart, she’s my wife. I have to stay with her.”

“But I love you, Richard. She doesn’t.”

“I know sweetheart. But I can’t make such a drastic change at this point in my life,” he said.

I grew angry and demanded he drive me home. He quietly obeyed and drove me home. It was a silent trip on the way to my house. As I got out he asked if he’d ever see me again. I replied by slamming the passenger door.

The next day was May 1st and I needed a cigarette more than ever. My parents were proud of me as I threw out all my Marlboros and lighters. The next several days were hard. Well, hard doesn’t even begin to describe it. I looked terrible and I felt like crap without my daily nicotine. I had been a heavy smoker for the last two years, sucking down two or three packs a day, and my body was trying to adjust. I was pale and sick to my stomach.

About three weeks later, I was still nicotine-free. I was looking better and feeling better, with only an occasional craving for a nail. I was relaxing in the recliner one evening when the telephone rang. I got up to answer it.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hello? Christine?” said a male voice. It was Richard’s voice.

“Yes, Richard, it’s me.” I replied.

“Christine, darling, I want to see you again. Won’t you please see me?”

I thought for a minute and smiled, “Yes, yes I will.”

I heard him chuckle, “I’m so happy baby.”

“Me too,” I said. “I was hoping that you’d call. Have you given up your cigs?” I asked.

“Oh,” he groaned. “Yes, it was the hardest thing I’ve Escort Beylikdüzü ever had to do.”

We joked about what terrible shape we were in at first and what a tough time we had. A silence came over us and then we couldn’t help but confess at how much we had missed each other. He mentioned that he was coming to see my graduate, as my parents had invited himself and Nicole. I was thrilled that he was going to see me graduate. I was also thrilled when he told me that, although both himself and Nicole were invited, only he would be coming. He had left Nicole, he told me.

“Oh my gosh,” I said. “Really?”

“Really, sweetheart. I told her about us. I just want to be with you.”

A few tears came to my eyes, “Oh Richard, I’m so happy.”

“Me too baby,” he said. “Have you told your parents about us?”

“No, not yet.”

“You should sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll be out of town on business the next few days, but I’ll be back to see you graduate.”

We were both crying because we were both so happy. We realized we were truly in love and that we needed each other. He told me that Nicole had packed up and left and went to Connecticut to live with her parents. I knew he was right when he said I had to tell my parents, and after we hung up, I approached them.

It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to tell them. That their 18 year old virgin daughter was seeing a married man, and that, more so, he was leaving his wife for me. After I was done confessing, they sat there, stunned. My mother was angry with me. Her and Nicole had discussed that Richard was cheating on her, but she had no idea it was me. My father sat quietly, clearly disappointed in me. I felt bad that they felt bad, but I knew I was doing the right thing. I was going to be with my man.

Obviously, after that, my parents had no respect for Richard, so when graduation came, they sat apart from one another. I had my graduation gown on and when I walked down the aisle of the gymnasium, Richard rushed to me and we kissed madly. After someone scolded us to get a room, I walked across the floor and took my seat.

About twenty minutes later the ceremony began. It was very run-of-the-mill. Names were called, the names collected their certificates, the names took their seat. After the ceremony, I could’ve gone to the graduation dance, but I wanted to be with Richard instead. I shucked my graduation gown off along with my cap and went back to his big, empty house with him. He hugged me when we got into the door.

“Baby, I’m so proud of you,” he said. “You looked so beautiful standing up there.”

I blushed, “I love you, Richard,” I said.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he said. He looked me up and down, I was wearing a green mini-dress, which I could see that he liked. He sat down on the couch and invited me to sit down with him.

I sat beside him and he looked into my eyes. I knew he was in love with me, just by the way he looked at me. I leaned in to kiss him softly. He began kissing me back and stroking my hair. I moved closer to him and began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled his head away and watched my face as I struggled with the buttons.

“Here sweetheart,” he said gently, as he helped me undo the buttons. I pulled off his shirt and saw his gorgeous chest. It wasn’t overly muscular, but right just for me. He had a lot of dark hair on his chest.

He took the hem of my dress and lifted it up over my head. It felt so good to be before him, half-naked, finally doing what I had always wanted. He looked at my body lustfully, his eyes looking at my red silk panties and red bra. I fell into his arms, I was so hot for him, I couldn’t help it.

“Oh Richard,” I moaned. I wrapped my arms around his sides and he cradled me in his arms, leaning down to kiss me.

“Oh baby,” he moaned. “You look so sexy, so beautiful.”

We started to neck passionately. The heat was unbelievable. We had to part our lips every so often so we could breathe a bit, but we ended up just panting into one another’s mouths. I looked up into his eyes, and they were focused on my lips. He grabbed me and madly continued kissing me. We were panting and moaning and I reached for his belt. I fumbled with it clumsily.

He pulled his mouth from mine and laid his hands on mine, gently helping me take his belt off. I stood up and he lifted his butt up so I could slide his pants off. There he sat in just his boxer shorts and I’d never seen anything sexier. I sat on his lap, straddling him. I stroked his hair.

“Richard, I want you so bad baby,” I said.

He groaned into my mouth, “I want you too sweetheart. God, I love you so much baby.”

“I love you too,” I said in a whisper.

He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, revealing my perky B-cup breasts. He cupped them with his large hands and kissed me with renewed passion. I couldn’t take it anymore and got up to slide out of my panties. I kneeled before him, my body between his legs. I held him tightly caressing him all over, as he was with me. He felt my skin, caressing, touching me.

I held his face as we were kissing and gently pulled him down onto the floor with me. I laid down on my back. His hands wandered up and down my legs and touched my pussy, bare, warm and wet. He groaned.

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Lindsay in the Shower Ch. 04

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In the Gym

Robbie had apparently had some kind of influence over Lindsay and this was totally at odds with his view of himself. A country lad with a prodigious athletic ability, his time spent at the Sports Academy was supposed to be spent honing his fitness, skills, techniques and motivation for high-level sport and athletic performance. Instead, he was finding himself conflicted between his athletic goals and finding himself in compromising situations with Robbie, a veteran in the sprint discipline and still a formidable performer in the short and middle distance events, who appeared very interested in Lindsay when naked and vulnerable and thus responsive when aroused.

Growing up in a country town, he was seen as a person who would do his village proud. He had made a few girls dizzy with desire. He also had personal encounters with Mrs Jackson, a young widow who managed her late husband’s grain store. She had seduced Lindsay gradually over the first month he began doing the heavy work for her, and then regularly fucking him for the next 6 months prior to his enrolment at the sports academy.

Mrs Jackson was a hard working sole proprietor trying to run her own business and Lindsay admired her for her friendliness and her selfless effort to get the best deal available for her clients. In leaving her employment to join the academy, he missed her company and particularly her interest in him, but he knew he would never settle with her

The last day he spent with her before leaving, he fucked her in every position he could think of and a few other positions she thought of. He left town with vivid memories of her and wondered if they would ever enjoy one another in that way in the future.

He was relieved when he was enrolled and it had ended well. Both knew it was for the best.

-o0o-

At the academy, Lindsay was faced with a new problem. Showering in a communal setting meant he would need to become accustomed to different values, unfamiliar rules of privacy and new forms of expression. In spite of intense rivalries, there were only praise and admiration expressed to rivals and other team members.

Following two previous encounters with Robbie, he found he was very suggestible. His senior team member had seen him ejaculate while he thought he was alone under the shower. .

Robbie stood right in front of Lindsay observing he had closed his eyes. He watched Lindsay get a spontaneous erection as his exuberant organ swelled up and hardened, finally standing proudly vertical, and ‘Hands Free’. Robbie walked past unnoticed, and watched as Lindsay began massaging his cock and very quickly ejaculated his copious sperm at the wall. Later that morning, Lindsay let Robbie hold his hardened organ as he came again for the second time.

Over the next few days, Lindsay wrestled with his crisis of conscience, trying to come to terms with the complicating strands of who and what he was. What kept him sane and normal in his own mind was that he knew he preferred the idea of fucking Mrs Jackson. He thought more about her and missed her or at least he wished he could have her body again to uncomplicated his doubts about his sexuality.

As the weeks progressed, he found himself expected to comply with Robbie’s insistence that he suck, lick, and taste Robbie’s cock. On one occasion he was within seconds of being seen by the cricket coach, ejaculating into Robbie’s mouth, and was confused by becoming aroused so easily by something that repelled Beylikdüzü escort him.

Not long after that event, he was widening his initial assessment for sporting skills. When he was directed to the Boxing Gymnasium. Lindsay was paired off in a mentor/protégé pairing and through a casual lottery, he found Robbie to be his partner for instruction with circuit training. Older members were to show the inexperienced athletes the skills methods and protocols for most effective use of the equipment.

During the warm-up sparring session, Robbie sprained his ankle and Lindsay was relieved to be paired off with Maxxy, an athlete in his late thirties who supervised the Gymnasium. Maxxy was a former boxer who had changed over from any form of combat to triathlon.

He politely asked Lindsay if that was OK with him and Lindsay said that he mainly wanted to learn as much as he could.

He was 5 centimetres shorter than Lindsay, but as with all other sports academy personel, did not have an ounce of fat on him. His soft pleasant smile belied his tenacity and prowess in all his sporting endeavours.

Maxxy asked, ‘Have you tried the skipping rope mate?’

‘Yes. I keep getting the rope caught on my feet as it goes beneath me. What am I doing wrong.’

‘Show me.’

Lindsay tried a few quick skips and kept stopping after 3 or 4 skips.

Maxxie said, ‘Slow the rope and jump a little higher until you get the hang of it. When it gets easier you can speed it up a bit.’

Lindsay took his advice and was able to increase the number of skips with more careful practise.

Maxxy said, ‘You’re doing OK. Some of the guys skip for relaxation to stay in shape. How does it feel?’

Lindsay tried again and Maxxy could see him improving. As Lindsay kept skipping, improving his technique, he could also feel his cock gaining weight and sliding up and down inside his sky blue silk boxers, slightly behind his skipping rhythm.

If Maxxy noticed it, he wasn’t saying anything.

‘I’m out of breath but I can see the benefit.’

‘We use it as a warm up and warm down exercise combined with stretches. We’ll do it again at the end of your circuit.’

Maxxy directed Lindsay through the rest of the circuit and Lindsay spent the last half out of breath in the ring sparring with his tutor.

After two minutes of missing Maxxy with what he thought were well directed body blows and being hit on the chest and shoulders numerous times Maxxy said, time for warm down and a shower. Let’s go.’

Lindsay made his way slowly back to the skipping pad, and they both took up their ropes. Maxxy started while Lindsay caught his breath and joined in a moment later.

‘Try and reach 100 skips then we’ll do a few stretches and you can shower before lunch.

He began skipping slowly and Maxxy continued at his quicker pace and moved around Lindsay, facing him.

Once again Lindsay’s cock gave him away and this time, Maxxy watched spellbound. The huge wide arc of Lindsay swelling cock in his light blue boxer shorts hinted of something very large indeed.

Maxxy began to react to the presence of Lindsay’s swelling member with an erection of his own. After getting the rhythm of the sound of the rope touching the floor Lindsay’s cock began to harden and forced the shape of his shorts to bulge upwards.

‘Keep going Lindsay. You’ve got the hang of it now. Don’t stop for at least a minute.’

‘I don’t think I can keep going Beylikdüzü escort Maxxy. My legs are getting rubbery and I think I’m going to come. I can’t co-ordinate anymore.’

Maxxy said, ‘Stop for a moment and let me help you mate. Take your shorts down. I can fix that for you. Stand up here on the change bench.’

Puzzled, Lindsay dropped the rope and stepped up onto the long seat in the change room.

Maxxy approached, and proceeded to stretch the waistband of Lindsays shorts as though it was a normal protocol.

Lindsay was surprised and shocked and asked his tutor’ ‘What are you doing Maxxy?’

‘Just attending to your erection mate,’ he said as he lowered the blue shorts to the bench Lindsay stood on. ‘It’s just routine in this situation. In fact I have a hard-on as well so we’ll help each other out.’

‘What do you mean?’

Maxxy thought he could get Lindsay to suck him off and return the favour simply by explaining what he wanted. Lindsay had the biggest cock he’d seen for some time and he thought it was too good a chance to pass up.

‘I’ll show you. Just do as I do as we exchange places a few times. I’ll swirl my tongue around your cock for a few seconds, then we stop and exchange places and you do likewise to me. It will probably be better for me to come first because most guys lose interest after they come, but I’ll be happy to keep going after I finish. Don’t worry, Lindsay, I’ll know when you’re getting close and we’ll swap quickly. Are you ready?’

Lindsay was astounded that Maxxy was so open about sucking his cock, and having his own cock sucked by a virtual stranger. He was speaking as though it was a normal practise.

He took hold of Lindsay’s hardened throbbing cock, bent forward and held the end of it in his mouth without making contact. Lindsay watched fascinated but the anticipation of a soft wet mouth aroused him more than anything he’d ever experienced before. He felt spasms of extreme pleasure build up around the base of his cock, spread through his body to all his joints, the pit of his stomach and further intensified, the full length of his cock.

Maxxy was aware of how intense the response Lindsay was having. so he stopped even before he touched Lindsay’s penis with his tongue.

Maxxy said ‘OK, You’re nearly ready to ejaculate. Step down and let me do you the honor of letting you lick my cock.’

‘I’m not sure what I have to do.’

‘You’ll just have to try it out. Hold my cock in your hand and start by licking the head like you would if you were licking an ice cream. I’ll repeat what you do to me when it’s my turn.’

Maxxy removed his shorts and underwear and stepped up onto the bench. Lindsay was faced with a hardened five inch long circumcised cock. It was not as thick as his own, but it was as hard as If a bone was covered with skin.

‘Just remember, I’ll copy what you do. Imagine what you’d like to feel and do that. You’ll find if you lick softly just under the head, you’ll get a good reaction. You might need to do it for a few moments. Time to start Lindsay.’

‘What happens when I do this Maxxy. You’re not going to cum into my mouth are you?’

‘Not yet. I want to stretch this out to get maximum fun. Whatever happens, don’t stop until I say STOP. OK?’

Lindsay looked closely and the cock he was expected to lick and suck. He slowly opened his mouth and placed Maxxy’s rigid little cock inside his mouth without touching it.

“Good boy Lindsay. Now Escort Beylikdüzü you can start swirling your tongue around the end.’

Lindsay closed his eyes and hesitated for a long moment. He finally touched the trainers erect cock with his tongue and was finally able to lick it a few times.

Maxxy found it incredibly erotic and wanted to let Lindsay to keep licking his cock. But eventually reluctantly he said, ‘STOP please Lindsay.’

‘My turn to treat you. Change places again mate.’

Maxxy held Lindsay’s cock in his hand and said, ‘This will take you close to the edge Lindsay, but it’s important that you don’t come. You must hold off for at least 10 seconds, then I’ll stop and we change one more time. Ready?’

Lindsay remained silent. He was unable to voice his implied collusion and at a loss to find any way to approve of what Maxxy was expecting.

Maxxy, assuming Lindsay’s silence was acquiescing to his instruction, enveloped Lindsay’s swollen cock in his mouth and lightly but seriously gave it a thorough licking, but he blocked off his urethra behind his balls to stop him coming. Lindsay was right at the edge of an explosive orgasm but somehow Maxxy stopped as his cock was hardening pre orgasm.

He took several moments to recover from his very close call as Maxxy gave his next instruction.

‘This time I will squirt cum in your mouth, Lindsay. It would be very rude if you were to spit it out so be sure you swallow it. Got that?’

The thought of tasting cum made him gag a little, but this sounded like an order and Lindsay was new to the Sports Academy, so he felt it would be bad form, maybe even disobedient to do otherwise.

He found a way to accept his fate and was slightly more at ease placing Maxxy’s cock in his mouth the second time, Never-the-less, he was dreading the moment when he would have the trainer’s cum in his mouth.

He decided to get it over as quickly as possible. He began licking the hard little cock until he could taste a salty solution filling his mouth. He could not bring himself to swallow it so he kept it in his mouth, hoping he could spit it out discretely in the shower later.

But Maxxy was as good as his word and directed Lindsay back onto the bench to have his cock at face level.

Maxxy said ‘This time, close your eyes and wait.’

Lindsay finally swallowed Maxxy’s thick sperm, now diluted by his own saliva, then waited for 5 long seconds with his eyes closed. Then he felt an incredible sensation as Maxxy tongued Lindsay’s throbbing cock with his mouth juices. Then he held the base of his cock so that the first 3 inches were hovering in his mouth as he breathed slowly out with hot air warming Lindsay’s wet cock. Then he moved back a little and blew cold air over the sensitive head, alternately intensifying the sensation of hot and cold.

Lindsay couldn’t help him-self. His whole body shivered and his knees began to collapse a little as his orgasm consumed his body. He could feel intense pleasure course through his stomach, his anus, around the valleys at the top of his legs and along the full length of his obscenely swollen throbbing hardened cock. He squealed a high pitched shriek and thrust his hips forward and ejaculated four long squirts into Maxxy’s hungry mouth.

After gulping down Lindsay’s copious gushing semen, both athletes looked at one another for 10 seconds. Maxxy still had Lindsay’s cock in his mouth.

Finally removing his face from its primal engagement of the new athletes cock, Maxxy said, ‘No need for anymore training. Time for a shower, Lindsay.’

He turned his back on Lindsay and walked away without another word, picked up his towel and disappeared into the gym shower.

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Prudence tried not to look, truly she did, but there out of the corner of her eye she could see her dorm-mate Jessica – naked on the bed, reading a magazine. Prudence shifted in the bed and curled her arm around her book. Tried to concentrate on her homework, yet Jessica held a pen, a pen that was moving further and further down between her thighs. Prudence tried her best to ignore where that pen was moving.

Prudence tried to get her mind off of that pen. Tried to think of the weeks before she moved in the dorm. When she filled out the dorm application. Did she smoke, did she drink, etc.? Then through some mathematical formula the college matched her with Jessica. She wished the questionnaire had asked one more question….are you an exhibitionist. She had tried to get reassigned, yet the RA asked what her hangup was? They were both girls…she wasn’t going to see anything she didn’t see everyday.

But Prudence wasn’t used to seeing anyone else other than herself naked. She was an only child. And she had always been shy. Oh God, she couldn’t help but look again…Jessica was doing it. She was going to do it again.

Prudence looked out the corner of her eye, careful to remain unobserved. She saw Jessica move her leg over. Now her dorm-mate was propped up against the poster covered cinderblock wall facing her, one leg bent at the knee resting on the bed, the other spread wide, her foot propped up on the bed frame out beside her. In her peripheral vision, Prudence could see everything. And it wasn’t just that her room mate was naked, no, her fingertip was now now circling her clit. Around and around. Looking at her magazine she gave a low breathy moan. Prudence wasn’t even trying to concentrate on her studies anymore. She couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold.

Had the girl no shame? Prudence couldn’t imagine doing such a humiliating activity under someone else’s watchful gaze. Worse, the thought of it was causing Prudence to become aroused. It could be that it had been far too long since she had an orgasm herself. Before college, she usually pleasured herself twice a week or so. But since college, she hadn’t found the opportunity to be alone. Jessica was always there. And she wasn’t like Jessica..she couldn’t just do it with someone in the room…possibly watching. She had even tried at night, but the blinds did little to darken the room and Jessica had seen her…had asked what she was doing.

I can’t get comfortable, Prudence had replied. She was so aroused she had been unable to get to sleep until three in the morning. Shifting on the bed, Prudence couldn’t seem to get comfortable now either.

“Are you watching me Prude?” Jessica asked.

“No…” Prudence replied, her voice hesitant. She wished she were more forceful sometimes. Wished she could tell Jessica not to call her Prude.

“So you aren’t watching me?” Jessica asked.

Prudence knew she had been caught in a lie and sought to save face. “I wish you wouldn’t do that.”

“Do what?” Jessica’s fingers moved faster. Her hips began to pump. She gave a short gasp.

“What it is that you are doing.” Prudence was becoming exasperated. The girl knew exactly what she was doing, knew how much it bugged her, but Prudence refused to give her the satisfaction of naming it.

“Reading a magazine?” Jessica put the magazine down. Her gaze was focused Prudence, whose head was down in her book, doing her best to ignore the masturbating girl across from her. But the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

“You know what I’m talking about.” She turned the page in the book. Why did she let Jessica get to her like this?

“It has a name Prude,” Jessica said. “What is it that I’m doing? You can’t even say it can you?”

Why was she having such a hard time saying it? Masturbating. She had said it before. Yet somehow, now, it was difficult to get her mouth around the word. It wasn’t a dirty word, yet somehow it felt as though it were.

“Masturbating.”

“Do you have some sort of hangup? Are you gay or something?” Jessica asked.

“No…” Prudence stammered, suddenly on the defensive. “I’m not gay.”

“I think you must be gay, otherwise you wouldn’t be peeping at me. Always peeping, never looking,” Jessica said. “Maybe I should go to the RA and see about getting a new room mate. Maybe they can put you in a room with another gay girl. I bet you would like that.”

“I – I’m not gay.” Prudence felt a flush go to her cheeks.

“Ever had sex with a boy?” Jessica asked.

There was a pause for a few seconds. “Yes.” Prudence lied.

“You are such a liar.” Jessica said.

“I – I’m not gay.”

“Then why are you so afraid to look at me?” Jessica said. “I’m turning you on, aren’t I?”

“You aren’t turning me on. I’m about to gag.” Prudence lied once again. Now she started to doubt herself. Why was she turned on? Was Jessica right? Was she gay? She liked boys. But she was still a virgin, so she really didn’t know.

“Then prove you aren’t Beylikdüzü escort afraid.” Jessica got up and pulled Prudence up by her hand, sitting her down at her seat. “Or are you afraid of what you will find out.”

“I’m not afraid.” But Prudence was trembling inside.

Jessica pushed the assorted books and papers out of the way and sat down naked on top of Prudence’s desk. She spread her legs, one foot on each of Prudence’s arm rests. Her room mate was trapped. Now the fun could really begin.

“Look at me.” Jessica said.

The girl had the presumption to sit her naked bottom down on her desk…on her papers! There was no telling what sort of disgusting things were ruining her work. Then Prudence looked up from her lap and into Jessica’s blue eyes.

“Not there – here,” Jessica said. She reached under her large breasts and held them up for her room mate’s inspection. “Do you like these? Are you a breast girl Pru?”

Prudence wasn’t a breast girl. She glanced up at Jessica’s breasts. She was slightly jealous of their size, a full c- cup, compared to her b cup. But, they didn’t even make her blush, and Prudence began to feel a bit more confident, Jessica was wrong. She was not gay. Not at all…that is not until Jessica began to tweak her nipples, making them stand up hard and firm. So proud and confident. And it made Prudence want to curl inside herself.

“A nipple girl hmmmm?” Jessica smiled, as Prudence blushed all the harder. “Do my nipples turn you on little queer? Do you want to suck them, hmmm?”

“No…” Prudence whispered. She couldn’t believe how relaxed her roommate appeared to be, naked on the desk, only feet from her, showing off her hard nipples. Tweaking them. Tugging them. In a way she was envious. At the same time she was extremely uncomfortable. Prudence never did that to her own, even when she masturbated which only occurred rarely.

“Look how your cheeks warm. I bet I know something else you like. Look down here,” Jessica said, her hands roaming down her stomach, then up her thighs. Between her thumb and her forefinger, she spread herself, pink wet lips glistening under the lamplight. She licked her other forefinger, even though it was unnecessary, then began to rub her clit in small circles. “Look Pru, pink, just like my nipples.”

Prudence couldn’t bring herself to watch. She looked back up into Jessica’s eyes. Those big blue eyes met her own gaze…it was Prudence who looked away. But before she looked away, she glanced down. Down to a wet sex and busy fingers.

“You are a lez, aren’t you?” Jessica said. Her fingers moving faster. Her breath growing heavy. “You are afraid you will jump my bones if you look at me, aren’t you? Do you fantasize about me Pru? Hmmm? Jumping my bones?”

“No…” Prudence whispered so lightly she could barely be heard. She shifted her gaze down from the book case, down between Jessica’s lean wide spread thighs. Watching her roommate pleasure herself… to masturbate. She had never been that close to a pussy before…not even her own. She could see everything. Her damp sandy blonde curls. Her pink lips. Her clit. She could watch Jessica’s hips move up and down. She could see her roommate’s hole clench in pleasure. Jesus, had this girl no shame?

Jessica had no shame when it came to this. She had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist. But she had never had someone like this. Almost captive. Forced to watch. God, it was a turn on. It made her heart race. Her blood surge. Pleasure rush through her body.

“You want this pussy don’t you?” Jessica said, displaying her sex between her fingers. “Your cheeks are red from excitement. I can see your little nipples poking through your T-shirt. I might not be as good as you in my studies, but I know when someone wants me. And you want me Pru. I can tell. You want me just as much as any boy has wanted me. Maybe more.”

“I don’t…want it…or you…” Prudence stammered. Her mind was awash with confusing emotions. She was turned on and she didn’t understand why. Whatever the case, she had no intention of Jessica finding out. “It’s -just that I- I’m cold.”

“Then prove it,” Jessica said. Now her finger wasn’t just rubbing her clit. Every once and awhile it would dip down to her opening. Pump in and out a few time and then travel back up to rubbing her clit.

“I can’t,” Prudence stammered. “What do you want a lie detector test?”

“Sure you can,” Jessica said. “You’ve seen my pussy. Now let’s see yours. Let me see if you are wet. Girls get wet when they get turned on Pru. Like a wet little lie detector. No matter how much you lie to my face, that pussy will tell me the truth. Show me that pussy. If you aren’t wet, then you aren’t gay. We’ll just drop it from now on. Show it to me. Show me how straight you are my little Pru.”

“No,” Prudence whispered aghast at the notion. Not only was she far too shy, she knew what her roommate would discover. She could feel her juices running down the crack of her bottom. Beylikdüzü escort I’m not going to – to show myself to you.”

“Such a prude Pru,” Jessica said. “Too embarrassed. Nobody here but us girls. Okay, let’s make it even easier. Take off your panties. Let me see them. If they are wet…then I’ll know why. We’ll both know what you are. But we know that already. You’re a queer. My little queer roomie.”

“But you are turned on,” Prudence tried to get on the offensive. “Doesn’t that make you gay?”

“I’m turned on because I’m masturbating dummy. Looking at Brad Pitt in a magazine. Go look at it if you don’t believe me.” Jessica said. “And I was masturbating before you started peeping at me. Long before you sat down in front of me. Leering at me. I can see the hunger in your eyes.”

“Just let me up,” Prudence gave up on the argument. She had lost and she knew it. She was turned on. She just wanted to cut her losses.

“You don’t want me to tell the RA that you are a queer do you?” Jessica said. “I could tell everyone. This is a private school, a religious school. I wonder what they’d do to you. Ogling your roommate. Leering at me. A queer. A little peeping pervert queer. Oh at the very least…I bet they wouldn’t let you take a shower with all the little straight girls.”

“Please,” Prudence begged. “Just let me get up.”

“Or it could stay our little secret,” Jessica said. “Would you like that Prude?”

It took a moment for Prudence to answer. She knew there would be a price for the secret to be kept. “Yes.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Jessica said. “Move your chair closer, while I tell you my idea.”

Prudence refused to move. She didn’t like where this was leading.

“Hey everyone, Prudence is a queer! Prudence is a queer!” Jessica said loud enough for someone out the door or in the suite next to theirs to hear.

“Be quiet,” Prudence said. “Please.”

“Then move the chair closer….queer.”

Prudence bit back her retort. She didn’t like being called a queer. Besides she wasn’t one. But she didn’t fight with Jessica over it. Otherwise the girl might start shouting again. So she meekly edged her chair closer to her desk and her naked roommate. Less than a foot, but it felt like a mile. From safety and security to cold fear. She couldn’t just see her roommates pussy. She could smell it’s musky odor.

“Let me tell you what I’ve been thinking,” Jessica said. “I’m not like the rest of the people around here. I like to think of myself as being open-minded. So I said self, you know, having a pervie little queer for a roommate might not be so bad.”

“But I’m not…I’m not….gay,” Prudence said.

“Do you see what I’m doing with my fingers?” Jessica said, ignoring Prudence’s rebuttal. “Do you queer.”

“Yes.” Prudence watched her roommate. Watched her fingers making small circles over her clit. Watched her plunge her finger in. Watched her move back and begin to diddle again.

“While you were peeping at me. I had a cool idea. I thought, you know my fingers felt really good, but you know what might feel even better? If Prudence put her hand on top of mine. That would feel super-duper,” Jessica said. “Do it. I want you to feel what I’m doing.”

God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this. She knew she was crossing a line from passively watching and moving to participation. Timidly she reached out and rested her hand on top of her roommate’s.

“There you go Pru,” Jessica said. “Pay close attention. See what we are doing? First we go ’round and ’round that pretty clit. Then we go up and down that sexy slit. And here’s the best part…especially for a queer like you. Watch close now. In and out … in and out… that hot pussy hole.”

Prudence kept her hand on Jessica’s as she narrated what she was doing. Making small quick circles over her clit. Then moving her finger slowly up and down her slit. Finally moving it in and out her tight pussy, before starting back where she began. However, this time there was a difference. She didn’t move her hand as much.

“Gosh Pru, guess what? My hand is getting tired…real tired,” Jessica said. “I need you to help me Pru. Help my poor tired hand this time. You know what I like. Guide my hand for me.”

Prudence was aghast. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was practically masturbating another girl. But there didn’t seem to be another choice. Well, there was an obvious one. She could refuse. But then what would happen if Jessica told, which she probably would. It would be her word against Jessica’s, and Prudence couldn’t even talk about it without stammering and getting confused. That only left one option. Doing as best she could, she began to move Jessica’s fingers in circles over her clit.

“Tell me what you are doing you perve queer.” Jessica said. “Just like I did for you.”

“Ar-around and around the clit.” Prudence stammered. God, she was going to have to talk about it after all. She wanted this to be over. She was hot. Escort Beylikdüzü She was wet. Her mind conflicted and confused. She knew this wasn’t right. Worse, she had picked a religious college to make sure she wasn’t led astray, and now this- she was masturbating her female roommate.

“Say it right Prude,” Jessica said. “Just like I did.”

But it was so hard to say it. Saying it gave the meaning to what she was doing. A pretty clit. She had never thought of a clit being pretty before. But a lesbian would think of a clit as being pretty. And it was kind of pretty. Yet, that meant….

“Up and down that sexy slit,” Prudence whispered, her voice cracking. Jessica wasn’t helping at all. No matter how hard she tried to use Jessica’s finger, her own kept touching her roommate’s wet nether lips. Her sexy slit.

“I don’t want to say that stuff any more,” Prudence said. “I can’t even remember what comes next.”

“Come on Prude,” Jessica said. “You are helping me. And I’m giving you exactly what you want. Now say it . Or should we check those panties of yours? I bet they will tell the truth about how much you are enjoying this. Shall we check? Oh please, I really want to. Maybe we can get the suite mates to help. How about that? I bet Brenda and Ashely, and Megan, and Cindy could strip you out of them in no time. I bet they are curious too. I’ve heard them talk about it…wondering if you were queer. I bet they’d pay money to know for sure.”

The suite mates were a bunch of drunks and sluts that had little in common with Prudence, but they got along with Jessica beautifully. She was sure they would be glad to help, just like Jessica had said. She couldn’t bear the thought of her secrets being put on display. She shuddered at the image in her mind, being forcefully stripped, her soiled panties being laughed at…then they would make fun of wetness …. her body…just like the boys and girl back in high school. Worse, they would call her queer. A pervert queer. She had to obey. It was her only option.

“In and out….in and…” Prudence stammered, not just from having to say those dreaded words, but also because she couldn’t seem to get Jessica’s fingers to go inside herself. She tried several different ways, but nothing seemed to work. Her own fingers grew more and more slimy. Wet. Soiled. And then somehow, her finger slipped into that hot wet hole, causing Jessica to moan out loud. Prudence kept going. In and out. It seemed pointless to stop now.

“Oh Pru, that feels so good,” Jessica purred. “You have such skillful fingers..but I knew a girl like you would. Now, keep going. Tell me what you are doing now…say it queer.”

“In and out…that hot…..pussy….hole….” Prudence said, practically choking on the words. She wasn’t the sort of girl to say pussy. The word wasn’t even part of her vocabulary. It felt foreign. Alien to her tongue. Worse, she was saying it and actually using her own fingers. She was masturbating her roommate, there were no ifs and or buts about it. A queer. She may not have been one before, but she was one now. Or at least very close to it.

“That feels good,” Jessica said in a breathy whisper. “Now start again. Remember to tell me what you are doing.”

Prudence continued masturbating her roommate. Jessica had withdrawn her hand, so Prudence was only using her own . She began to learn what her roommate liked. When she liked it fast. When she liked it slow. Even saying what she was doing grew easier. She was doing quite well…up until the point where Jessica ordered her to wet her finger.

“Excuse me?” Prudence said.

“Your finger feels rough …. get it wet for me.”

At first, Prudence tried to get it wet by moistening it in the depths of Jessica’s sex.

“That’s not the way you do it dummy,” Jessica said. “Get it nice and wet. Use your mouth. Don’t worry, I’m open-minded. I’m not worried about getting coodies from a queer like you.”

Prudence didn’t want to offend her roommate, but she was worried of just that. A girl like Jessica. A girl who would walk around naked. Who wore slutty clothes. Who didn’t have any qualms of masturbating in front of her roommate. What sort of girl did that? Not a decent girl, that was for sure.

But soon Jessica took matters into her own hands and pushed her index finger into Prudence’s mouth, then began to masturbate again. Then brought it back to Prudence’s lips again. A finger. It wasn’t Prudence’s finger, but it was a finger that had none the less been buried inside another girl just moments before. And it wasn’t so bad.

Prudence opened willingly this time. Soon she was back to masturbating Jessica again. Except now, at times, Jessica would order her to wet her fingers. To get them nice and slick. And Prudence would stick her slimy digits into her mouth to get them wet again, even though in her opinion Jessica was plenty wet without the additional lubrication. And poor Prudence, more and more she wanted to stop, but couldn’t seem to find a good way to do so. Couldn’t get a word in edgewise between having to give a running commentary on what sort of strokes she was using and then there was Jessica demanding ever more. Worse, she was now being berated for her performance.

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Author’s note: a bit of a slow builder, but hopefully worth the wait.

*

Mark says… A few Decembers back and, facing the prospect of spending Christmas alone for the first time in years, I found myself at a low ebb. Having split with Donna in the summer, a stopgap at work colleague Gary’s house had turned into an elongated stay. Not that Gary minded unduly, a fellow singleton, he was glad of the company and happy with the rent, besides which I happened to be his boss. I suspected that, with the New Year pay reviews impending, he’d be expecting a better-than-average rise this time around.

Having graciously let Donna keep the car, as well as being his lodger I was his passenger on the trip into work each day. A fortnight away from Christmas and with the inclement English weather at its most mischievous, I was grateful of the warmth of the Mercedes that was Gary’s pride and joy. One of those ice-cold December mornings straight out of a Victorian Christmas card, a light covering of snow brushed the ground, supplementing the freezing rain to form huge slushy puddles. The breath from those walking on the pavement, wrapped in padded winter coats, hats and scarves, was clearly visible.

Being a passenger and not having to concentrate on the road, I didn’t notice her until the very last minute. Dashing for the bus in inappropriate heels, a white blouse and cream jacket, she really was asking for trouble. Gary saw her, however, and issuing an evil chuckle veered suddenly left to churn through a massive roadside puddle of sludge. Wheels spinning, a blanket of murky icy water flew up to splash the girl neck high, turning everything she wore black in its wake.

My colleague howled with sadistic laughter as in the rear view mirror the girl banged her fists, stamped a foot and bawled mute expletives our way. A right nasty piece-of-work at times, Gary could hardly to stop laughing throughout the rest of the journey. Pulling up in the company car park beside the office, we headed inside to join our colleagues about to embark upon another dull Monday. Still, Christmas was close and, with the festive season in full swing, the huge over-decorated spruce in reception brought some seasonal cheer, alongside the telephonists who were clearly trying to outdo one another with the largest Christmas card collection.

An hour later Jane Rees, the office manager came up to my office to reveal that our new temp had been in accident and would be late. Looking at the piles of work that had accumulated thanks to annual leave and a bad strain of the flu, I sighed. “Where does the agency find these people?” I mused, the festive spirit having quickly evaporated and not for one moment realising the journey that was about to begin.

* * *

Kate says… If I hadn’t needed the money so badly for Christmas, I’d have had no need to go temping. But I did and that was why I found myself rushing around on that horrid Monday morning. Blonde hair tied into a ponytail and smoothing the skirt down my bum, it wasn’t until reaching the front gate that it dawned upon me just how badly dressed I was. The cream jacket and skirt I’d worn to my last job a couple of summers back was totally inappropriate in the bleak midwinter. I shivered, almost loosing my footing as I stepped out onto the glazed pavement like Bambi on ice.

Seriously pushed for time, there was no turning back. I had to press on or risk being late for work on the very first day. Heading to the bus stop, I was lucky not to topple over two or three times on the way. Yet nothing could prepare me for what happened next. It all happened in a kind of slow motion. He knew exactly what he was doing, the nasty so-and-so, swerving so as to plough through the puddle to send a tidal wave of dirty slushy water all over me. Dripping from head to toe, I banged my fists and let fly with a string of expletives before breaking down in tears.

With no option but to head home to change, sobbing all the way, I knew my ‘work’ wardrobe was stretched already, the tight black skirt more apt for the nightclub than the office, the split up the side far from subtle. The only other top that wasn’t a t-shirt was a tight-fitting blouse from days gone by. Though I could hardly be described as busty, the blouse accentuated what boobs I had rather obscenely. I only hoped this firm had a relaxed attitude to dress code. I flung the heels in a bag and slipped into a sensible pair of trainers for the journey, making a note to get to the shops after work. I was so ill-prepared it was untrue.

10.30 before I made it in and, almost turning back several times, I carried on thinking only about the money and how useful it would be. Unable to locate the door – it just wasn’t my morning – I headed up the side, searching for an entrance. It was then that I noticed it, that same damned Mercedes that had drenched me in crap first thing. A black mist descended and, not really thinking straight, I moved upsides, taking out a shoe. A grimace slipped from my lips as the heel scraped the paintwork, its sound like the shrill chalk-on-a-blackboard noise from my schooldays.

Satisfied with my handiwork, leaving a nice Beylikdüzü escort dense scratch, I quickly changed footwear and looked around for a way in, finally locating a carousel door. It was only as I waited in the reception, cheered by the huge Christmas tree and abundance of pretty cards, that it occurred to me that the owner of the car I’d just vandalised probably worked here. Breaking out into a cold sweat and about to flee, I heard a voice in my ear. “Kate Lee?”

“Yes, that’s me,” I replied timidly.

“Jane Rees, office manager,” she introduced. “We’ll just get you issued with a pass and I’ll take you up.”

Too late now, I figured no one could possibly suspect innocent little me of inflicting the damage.

I turned a deep shade of crimson upon following Jane into the office as, standing at the coffee machine, the first person I laid eyes upon was the driver with a smug expression I’d recognise anywhere. He glanced my way, thankfully without a hint of recognition (at least that’s what I hoped), just that knowing look guys tend to give me whenever they set eyes upon me for the first time: heavy with lust and wanting. I had to run the gauntlet of a dozen more men, ranging from teenagers just out of college to those nearing retirement. A cosmopolitan bunch, they shared a collective one-track mind, mentally undressing me. “Is that the new temp?” I heard one whisper.

“Phwoar, wouldn’t ya just!” mouthed another.

You should be so lucky, I thought, making a point of glancing over my shoulder and pouting, despite having clammy hands and a heavily pounding heart. “Okay, this is where you’ll be working Kate,” Jane announced. “I’ll leave you in Kirsty’s capable hands.

And capable hands they appeared too. In her late twenties / early thirties, Kirsty Peters looked a real dish. With a brunette bob and a businesslike demeanour, she was my antithesis. Thank God the job only lasted a fortnight. She pulled up a seat and started showing me around the system. A whistle-stop tour, I was ready to begin work by 11.30. With the fax machine located at the side of my desk, it was funny how popular it proved to be over the next few hours. By lunchtime, it seemed that every guy on the floor had been over to check me out.

A quiet and uneventful rest of morning, just as well after the dramatic start, I was getting ready to go to lunch when the still was shattered and all hell broke loose. Mercedes Man, it seemed, had discovered my handiwork. He stormed down the aisle, cursing and raging and heading for one of the private offices. Even with the door shut it was possible to hear his raised voice and I felt my face redden. “It’s got a bloody great scratch down the side,” I heard him whinge from behind closed doors.

Serves you right, I thought.

The office door opened and he was preceded by the guy had I remembered had been in the passenger seat. Of medium height and build, his head was shaved, a look I had to admit I quite liked. “That’s the boss, Mark,” disclosed Kirsty in a whisper, rising to join the Pied Piper-like exodus as everyone went off to witness my malicious act of vengeance.

I let them get on with it, heading off to grab a sandwich and familiarise myself with the surroundings. Having killed the mandatory half-hour, the afternoon turned out to be less apocalyptic than the morning, spent working solidly. Having quickly picked up what was required, I was able to shift quite a few piles of work. “Wow, I’m impressed,” Kirsty enthused.

I blushed and at that moment we were joined by someone else. “Mark, this is Kate, the new temp,” Kirsty introduced.

I stood and turned to face him, holding out a hand in greeting. He took it and smiled, issuing the obligatory welcome and a look I couldn’t quite fathom. Was it possible he recognised me as the girl from the bus stop? Had he put two and two together? “How are you feeling now?” he asked in a deep voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.

And his smile, gosh, I nearly had to fan my face. “…After your accident,” he clarified.

“Fine thanks,” I replied, feeling my cheeks redden. “Sorry for getting in so late.”

“That’s okay. I’m impressed you came in at all.”

Everyone seemed to be impressed by me so far, well everyone apart from Gary. As he turned and walked away, Kirsty grinned. “Well it looks like you’ve won the boss over already.”

On account of the late start, a late finish was assured to make up the time or lose valuable pay. The office thinned gradually until the only sound came from my fingers clicking the keyboard. At least I imagined I was alone until a hand touched my shoulder. “Kate, would you mind coming in for second?” sounded Mark’s voice from behind.

My heart leapt as I followed dutifully and he gestured me to pull up a chair the other side of the desk. Out of the blue he asked: “Kate, um, do you know anything about what happened to Gary’s car this morning?”

My jaw dropped. Such a shock to hear those unexpected words, the guilt must have registered clearly on my face. I could feel myself overheating, throat dry.

“Well?” he prompted.

I Beylikdüzü escort stared up at the ceiling. How could he possibly know? Oh God I felt awful, tears welling up. “Yes, I do,” I confessed. “I did it.”

My candid admission seemed to take him as much by surprise as his question had me. He took a moment to process the information, staring into space. Then he looked over and straight into my eye. “Well, if nothing else I admire your honesty.”

I bowed my head, avoiding his piercing glare.

“You were the girl at the bus stop,” he said, before adding: “Not that that makes it right.”

“No,” I managed, then from somewhere finding the inner strength to defend myself. “It was a horrible thing to do. I was drenched through.”

“Yes it was,” he concurred

Gathering up more inner strength, I stood defiantly. “If you’re going to sack me, I’ll be off home and not waste any more of my time.”

As I headed for the door he said calmly: “Kate, wait.”

Our eyes met and he rubbed his chin. Moving back I sat down again, trembling.

Mark exhaled hard. “It’s, um, it’s not as simple as that, I’m afraid. Gary wants to involve the police.”

The revelation knocked me for six and I erupted in tears, head buried in hands. Looking up eventually, I apologised.

“The thing is, I’m in a real dilemma,” Mark offered diplomatically. Whilst I can’t condone what you did, I CAN understand why you did it.”

I looked over appealingly.

“Plus your work today has been first class,” he added, as if trying to justify things to his conscience. “AND you seem to have brightened up the office no end. AND we’re really snowed under at the moment,” he added, trying not to grin at his own pun.

I offered a forced smile.

“Okay Kate,” he said eventually, leaning back in the chair, hands behind head. “Tell me, what would YOU do if you were in my shoes?”

I shrugged. “Are you really going to involve the police?”

He let out a pained-sounding sigh. “I need to think about it. I’ll call you back in a few moments.”

I thanked him for his magnanimous approach to the sorry situation, before pulling up sharply. “Um, how did you know it was me?”

“CCTV,” he replied, hand resting on a video. “You were caught red-handed.”

I smiled awkwardly before departing. Doubtless he was thinking what a brainless bimbo I was.

* * *

Mark says… Well what a dilemma I was faced with! Never great at making decisions, being in charge of a twenty-strong team, that was somewhat worrying. The truth was I’d been promoted beyond my capabilities as a result of two former superiors moving on to bigger and better things. Rather than bring in an outsider with the requisite experience, they’d installed me in a caretaker kind of role. Things drifted like that for six months and, although far from ready, I was given the promotion on a permanent basis. Like a school uniform bought at the start of term, I’d grow into it eventually, but for now it was just a little big for me. “Oh Kate, Kate, Kate,” I sighed, fingers drumming the desk.

It didn’t help either that she was the cutest damn girl I’d laid eyes on in months. Not that that should sway my judgement… At that moment the phone rang. It was Gary and decision time. “Hi mate, did you manage to get it repaired?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Got a fair deal too. Turns out the bodyshop manager knows my old man. Not only that…” he continued, voice lowering as if about to disclose some top secret. “I think I might have pulled the receptionist.

“So all’s well that ends well?” I suggested, trying hard to justify to myself saving Kate’s neck. “Look, I’ve been through the CCTV footage and there’s nothing on there,” I lied.

“Oh well,” he conceded. “Thanks for looking.”

“That’s okay,” I offered, secreting the tape in bottom of the desk.

Two minutes later I was standing behind Kate, dispensing the news. She could keep her job and Gary wouldn’t be taking things any further with the police. She breathed a sigh of relief and thanked me before returning to her work. “Go on, you should get off home,” I suggested. “You’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

“But I’ve still forty minutes to make up,” she contested.

“Says who?” I replied, leaning over to sign her time sheet. “Go on,” I prompted, “You’ve put in good day’s work. Just try to get in a little earlier tomorrow, yeah?”

She smiled awkwardly and it took another prompt to get her to move.

After returning to the office to sign the day’s cheque requisitions and some of Kate’s dictation – most impressive typing I had to admit – I headed across the road to The White Hart. Despite being a Monday, there was a prevailing party atmosphere, courtesy of the festive season. The pub was all decked out in low-hanging paper chains, whilst spangly decorations adorned the walls and tinsel reflected back the lights of the fruit machine into which I fed a fiver. Mind wandering as the reels spun before my eyes, I found myself thinking about Kate. She’d made a huge impression in such a short space of time and I’d fallen for her in a big way. My resolution Escort Beylikdüzü to avoid bunny boiler-types was in grave danger of being severely tested.

Having done my money in the bandit, I joined a group of acquaintances at the bar. Despite protestations to the contrary, a second drink arrived and I found myself being absorbed into a big round. In fact, it was gone eleven before I could get away, somewhat the worse for wear and stumbling into a cab.

As I drunkenly attempted to fit the key in the lock of the front door, missing the hole several times, I heard voices from within. Gary, it seemed, was entertaining. I opened the door quietly and crept through, eager not to disturb. Indeed he was entertaining, locked in a clinch with an attractive girl who, I surmised, was the receptionist from the Mercedes dealership. He must have assumed I was already in bed, for unashamedly they were getting cosy on the rug before the fire. I’m afraid to say, I was magnetised to the scene, gazing in from the doorway with voyeuristic abandon.

Gary certainly had had one hell of a result on account of Kate’s destructiveness. The receptionist was stacked like a Playboy model and her tits looked real, jiggling naturally as she rode his cock. Occasionally he’d reach up and fondle or suck the nipples as he pumped hard from the buttocks. Gary was one lucky fucker – literally. Why couldn’t I have his kind of luck? Deciding that enough was enough in my sex-starved purgatory, I headed to bed, falling into an easy snooze. I was roused momentarily by the screams and grunts as the pair came hard, before submitting once more to comforting sleep.

* * *

Kate says… Having made an extra special effort to go to bed early on Monday night, I was rewarded with a seven o’clock awakening the following morning. Another cold and shivery winter’s morning, the urge to remain snuggled in the warm air-trap under the duvet was overwhelming. But I’d pledged to get in early and hated to break a promise, especially after the huge favour Mark had done me.

Hop-skipping to the bathroom to avoid the cold floor, I ensured the shower was piping hot before slipping under a jet of water that immediately smoothed away each and each goose pimple. Mmm, that felt so good, more so when the soap touched my body, rolling down my tits in thick trails and hanging off the ends of each nipple. The soap and water felt great on my pussy too, coating the sparse thatch of blonde. I hated to admit it but I was horny as hell and all that was missing was a shower buddy. Hmm, I could think of one or two ideal candidates from the office. In fact, somewhat perversely I was quite looking forward to getting into work.

A quick stop-off at the Christmas sales the previous evening, I was able to mix and match a number of cheap purchases, plumping for a vanilla blouse and grey slacks that showed off my bobble bum rather nicely. Still a little damp from the shower, the blouse stuck to my skin, accentuating what curve there was in my tits and hips. The boots I’d bought were far more sensible for the elements and a blue Paddington Bear anorak would keep out the cold.

Tea and buttered toast wolfed down, I headed off into the dull grey and cold pre-Christmas morning. A fifteen-minute wait for the bus, as my body temperature dropped, I could feel my nipples stiffen and chafe against the lacy black bra. Unsubtle I know, but I wanted to give the men in the office an image to remember whilst they were fucking their wives or girlfriends that night, or masturbating with me in mind. A not unpleasant sensation in my tits, I felt a series of tingles down below, stifling a satisfied little sigh.

Coming to my senses, I noticed that a city gent in his fifties was watching me intently. I smiled inwardly, basking in the effect I seemed to have over men of all ages – and even a few women too. In fact, my last two lovers had been women and, at 22 I’d grown to adore pussy nearly as much as cock. Nearly, but not quite, for there was no feeling to match the sensation of a good, hard, throbbing cock banging my tight little vagina. No strap-on dildo or hi-tech vibrator could ever quite replicate that feeling.

Lost in reverie, I must have groaned aloud for, growing braver, the city gent grinned my way. When finally the bus arrived, like a true gentleman he ushered me on first. In hindsight, he probably just wanted to check out my gorgeous arse as I mounted the step. The bus full of commuters, standing in the aisle was inevitable. The city gent had managed to manoeuvre so that he stood directly behind me, physical contact unavoidable as the bus moved with an erratic stop / start motion. He was so close I could feel his racing breath warming my neck.

Wickedly I decided upon a little harmless fun, pushing my bum back into his groin and hearing a baritone gasp of surprise. It made me feel like the dirtiest of sluts as I wiggled on his bulge, mercilessly teasing a fellow who was old enough to be my father if not grandfather. As a horn screeched in the road, the driver hit the brakes and the city gent was thrust into me. I could feel his cock rubbing my arse and hear the mumbling beneath his breath. Angling to allow even closer access, well as close as two sets of clothing would allow, this was as close to sex as it was possible without losing one’s clothes and, for a girl who’d been starved of cock for a year, it felt blissful.

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Len and Masie Ch. 05

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As they entered the bedroom Masie stopped and turned to face him. Looking straight into his eyes she shucked the gown from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood there apprehensively awaiting his response, the first time he had been able to look at her closely without touching, offering herself for his gaze and reaction.

His sharp intake of breath and soft moan relaxed her slightly but his barely audible ‘God, you are beautiful!’ set her completely at ease.

‘Sorry it’s not much to look at.’ she said looking down at her body and he laughed softly as he took her in his arms and kissed her gently.

‘You are the most beautiful person I have ever set eyes on.’

‘Huh!’ she snorted with feigned annoyance. ‘Get off with you! You’re only saying that so you can get into my knickers!’

He stepped back slightly and with equally feigned indignation said

‘Madam! What do you take me for?! What sort of a man do you think I am?!”

Pulling her close again he went on.

‘Anyway, I’ve already been inside your knickers and it was jolly nice thank you very much!’ He looked up at the ceiling. ‘But as I recall, you didn’t have any on last night!’

She laughed and playfully smacked his arm before pulling his head to her shoulder.

‘Oh Len,’ she said softly, ‘you are so lovely to be with.’

‘So are you Masie.’

With her hands behind his neck she pulled back to look at him. He could feel her pubis pressed against his and her nipples pressed into his chest but for all of this his penis was shrinking back to it’s normal state.

‘So, what sort of a man do I think you are?’ she mused. ‘Let me think.’ She screwed up her face as if in fierce concentration making him laugh.

It briefly occurred to him that only half an hour before he had been petrified that he would lose her but now here she was happy and relaxed in his arms joking with him. He couldn’t remember feeling so happy.

‘Well,’ she went on thoughtfully, ‘you are a kind, warm-hearted person, a gentle and caring man and someone who has given me more hope beyond my dreams for the future.’

She suddenly looked at him anxiously.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…….I wasn’t………’

Len silenced her with his finger on her lips.

‘Shhhhh,’ he said softly, ‘I know what you meant, and since yesterday I have been having similar thoughts myself’

He went on more seriously.

‘The only thing is Masie darling…….’

He stopped and it was his turn to look at her anxiously with wide eyes.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that………’ but was silenced by her smile before she rested her head on his chest. He could feel her shake it a couple of times before she pulled back and looked at him.

‘No, it’s lovely. I have so missed having someone feel that way about me.’

She leaned forward and kissed him gently for a long time.

‘Shall we lay down and cuddle?’

He nodded and dropped his gown before laying beside her and taking her in his arms.

They said nothing for a little while, content to just lay together her head on his shoulder touching his face. Her skin felt warm against his and the sound of her breathing further reminded him of what had been missing for so long. He pulled her close and she twisted to look at him.

‘Penny for them?’

He smiled. His thoughts were in turmoil at the moment and the highs and lows of the last 24 hours had rolled over him like a train. Not even in his wildest dreams or fantasies had he ever thought about anything like this, but here he was, cuddling the most wonderful person he had met in a long time, and still recovering from the wildest sex he had ever experienced.

Roses’ reserve would never have permitted the openness and sheer intensity of last night he thought with a tinge of regret. He cleared his throat more to disguise a slight lump in it than out of necessity.

“I was just wondering where we go from here,’ he said softly

She pulled slightly away and lifted her head to look at him intently.

‘Where Beylikdüzü escort do you want it to go?’ It was a hesitant question and a slightly anxious look appeared on her face.

He looked at her and smiled before caressing her face gently.

‘Last night was something I would never even have dreamt of……and I hope it isn’t going to disappear as quickly as it arrived. A one-off.’

He paused.

‘I would love us to be together but I am frightened that we might burn out………or that I might not be able to always meet your expectations or needs.’

Now it was his turn to look anxious until she leaned forward and kissed him softly and gently.

‘You silly man!’ she said softly, ‘you would never disappoint me like that. I know last night was a bit hectic……..’ he could hear the smile in her voice,’…..but I think we both had a bit of catching up to do. It wouldn’t always be like that. I promise. It couldn’t be!’ she said with some conviction. ‘Not at our age!’

He smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder again.

‘And I would like to be with you if you would have me.’

They lay in a comfortable silence again happy and content with each other.

‘Now then,’ she said getting all practical and pushing herself up from him, ‘what would you like for dinner tonight?’

‘Well…….’he said pushing his head into the pillow and studying the ceiling for a few seconds, ‘……let’s see. I wouldn’t mind caviar to start with then lobster followed by a nice pavlova! And a decent bottle of wine wouldn’t go amiss!’

She pulled away and looked at him intently.

‘Ah…em….OK…….beans on toast it is then!’

He laughed out loud and pulled her close again. Not only was she a lovely woman but she was fun to be with as well. Life could be very pleasant with her beside him.

He kissed the top of her head.

‘I’d love anything with you especially beans on toast on one condition.’

She looked at him expecting him to say he’d bring some drink but was a little surprised when he pushed his face into the pillow and his lips to her ear.

‘That after dinner I can fuck you!’

Now it was her turn to laugh, long and hard.

‘Why, you lovely dirty old man! Of course you can fuck me, I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.’

‘In fact,’ she went on, ‘you can fuck me whenever you want.’

He leaned towards her and they kissed, their lips pressed together for a long time. Len could feel himself hardening again which didn’t go unnoticed by the woman pressed against him. He twitched slightly as her fingers curled round it but the kiss continued unbroken. When they did part she looked into his eyes.

‘Looks like this little fellow is coming back to life again.’

She continued to caress him and he ran his hand down her back to her buttocks. As he felt round her hip towards her crotch she lifted her knee and opened her thighs for him. He pushed his fingers gently through her hair and into the space between her legs marvelling at the heat he encountered. As he touched her lips her eyes closed and her breathing slowed.

‘Oh yes,’ she whispered at him, ‘yes.’

He pushed a little way inside then felt forward for her clitoris feeling her twitch and gasp softly as he found it. He rubbed it gently lubricating it with the slick moisture now gathering at her lips and she pushed her head back and groaned.

‘Oh Len,’ she said barely audibly, ‘please take me again before I go.’

‘I will……….but I might not be able to finish.’

She suddenly stiffened.

‘Oh god, I’m being selfish. I’m so sorry Len.’

She started pulling away from him but he held her tighter.

‘Don’t be silly. Do you think I won’t enjoy it all the same?’

She was pushing against him quite forcefully now.

‘No, it’s not fair.’

He held her tighter.

‘I love being inside you, ‘he said softly, ‘and I want to now. I’d just like to save my fireworks for tonight.’

‘No, it’s selfish.’

Suddenly he pushed Beylikdüzü escort her flat on the bed and lay on top of her. She could feel his penis hard against her pubis and he could feel her hair on his glans.

‘A moment ago you said I could fuck you whenever I want. Did you mean that?’

She lay still and then nodded slowly.

‘But……’

‘But nothing. I want to now.’

She looked at him then slowly opened her legs. He pulled back slightly then moved slowly forward, his glans naturally finding her splayed wet lips and kept moving easily until he was fully inside her. Again it was an experience that he would never get enough of and the feeling of this lovely woman giving herself so freely to him was wonderful.

He rested in her for a moment and felt her legs wrap round his and her arms round his back before he started to move gently in her. She was so wet he slid effortlessly in her body and her head went back into the pillow, her eyes shut now. He could feel her juice on his balls as they hit her gently with each thrust

‘Oh Len,’ she whispered, ‘oh God, this is so good.’

He started moving more forcefully until he was fucking her hard and she was gasping loudly.

‘Fuck! Fuck!…………Fuck me hard…………as hard as you can!’ she groaned, he body rocking on the bed under his onslaught. The sound of their fuck was as loud as her breathing and spurred them both on.

‘Go on!’

He could sense her orgasm was not far off so he thrust into her even harder then dropped his head and sought out a nipple with is mouth. He sucked it in and closed his teeth on it causing her to gasp out loud and pull his head tight to her.

‘You bastard! You beautiful bastard!’

He could feel his own approaching so he left her breast and pushed himself up to look down at her and stopped his movements completely. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

‘Don’t! Don’t stop! Please!!’ she implored earnestly, her crotch grinding against him desperately seeking her release. He shook his head.

‘If I finish now I probably won’t be able to tonight.’ he paused, ‘And I do so want to just go to sleep with you again afterwards.’

‘Oh god Len! Please don’t leave me like this!’

He suddenly pulled out of her and moved quickly down the bed to place his face against her open cunt. Pulling her lips wider with his fingers he started to lap at the moisture that had flowed so freely from her before pressing his tongue into her as deep as he could. Finding her clitoris, her exposed little pink button, he pressed his flattened tongue against it and just moved his head from side to side quickly and continuously.

He was rewarded seconds later with her knees lifting towards her chest and her hands pulling him tight to her as she convulsed noisily over and over as her orgasm ran it’s course.

As she calmed down her body relaxed and she let go of his head. He moved up the bed to lay beside her and cuddled her close, his penis wet and hard against her thigh, and his face wet inches from hers.

She turned to look at him.

‘Thank you,’ she breathed, ‘I needed that so badly.’ She reached over and caressed his face. ‘But what about you?’

He smiled at her before kissing her softly. ‘Tonight.’

She reached under her bottom and felt the bed.

‘I’m sorry, I’ve wet the sheet again.’

He laughed.

‘Just a little more to add to last night……..but this time it’s all your doing!’ he said with mock severity. ———

A little while later they had dressed and she was ready to go home.

‘What time shall I come round tonight?’

‘About seven would be nice.’

‘Can I bring anything…..apart from my toothbrush?’

She smiled. ‘No, just your appetite and your enthusiasm.’

He headed towards the rear door but she just stood still.

‘Len’, she said, ‘are you at all ashamed or embarrassed by what we’ve done?’

He turned to her in astonishment.

‘Good God no!!’ he exclaimed. ‘Why do you ask?’ He paused and asked Escort Beylikdüzü in a quieter voice ‘Are you?’

She shook her head. ‘No not at all.’

She went on. ‘It’s just that people are soon going to know about us……if we are together that is,’ she added quickly, ‘and I wondered how you would feel about it.’

He came and stood in front of her.

‘I would be proud to have you on my arm Masie, and I don’t mind anyone knowing.’ He added as an afterthought, ‘But it might be difficult for me to keep the silly grin off my face.’

She smiled.

‘In that case I think I will leave by the front door and I would be obliged if you would come to mine this evening.’

‘Are you sure?’

She nodded. ‘Yes.’

‘I’ll see you out.’

As he held the door open for her and she stepped out, she turned and kissed him lingeringly on the lips, a lovers parting kiss.

‘I’ll see you at seven.’

Neither of them bothered about the curtain twitching at the end of the landing.

—

Major Alex Goodwin (retired) was engrossed in the Telegraph in the communal lounge. Of upright bearing and neat appearance as befitted his former status, he was searching the obituary columns for any name he might recognise. A daily duty to make sure he didn’t send any Christmas card unnecessarily.

A few seats away and at a slight angle to him, as she was every morning, sat Millie Thompson similarly hidden behind the Guardian and to all intents and purposes, studying it intently. Only she wasn’t. Her sole reason for sitting where she did was that it afforded her surreptitious glances at the Major for whom she had long held suppressed feelings. She always dressed smartly in the hopes that he would take an interest in her but up to now these had been slightly forlorn.

She admired everything about him, his upright bearing, his tidy appearance, his pleasant friendly manner, but above all his neatly trimmed silver moustache. ‘That could do wonders to a woman’s parts.’ she thought to herself deliciously.

The peace and quiet was shattered by the door bursting open and sudden appearance of Vera on a mission. A slight woman with a high-pitched voice it was nearly at falsetto level as she relayed her news.

‘You’ll never guess what!’ she exclaimed with uncontrolled excitement, ‘I’ve just seen Matilda leaving Lennards’ apartment and she kissed him and she had a bag and she must have been there all night!’ The words tumbled out in a rush.

Behind his paper the Major turned to Millie with a look of surprise on his face. This was matched by Millie’s and a little shake of her head. It was as much news to her as it was to him.

‘I wonder what they were doing and what his wife would have said if she was here. And what about her husband? He wouldn’t have been very pleased at all…………..’

She prattled on at some length and the Major eventually raised his eyes to heaven, then gave a deliberate wink at Millie before flicking the corner of his paper down and looking at the excited bearer of the news.

‘They’ve been together for a few weeks now,’ he said before retiring behind his paper again, ‘I’m surprised you didn’t know.’

A muffled cough covered the sudden laugh Millie fought to control.

‘Didn’t you know?’ she asked flicking down her paper. ‘Everyone else seems to.’

Vera’s face was a picture. It was as if the world had just disappeared from beneath her feet.

‘What…….how……when……’ she faltered not willing to believe her ears.

‘Oh yes…….weeks’ smiled the Major from behind the paper.

Totally crestfallen, Vera turned and shuffled out of the room muttering to herself about selfish people keeping things to themselves, her party cracker having been well and truly pissed on.

As she left the Major and Alex afforded each other a big grin.

‘Len and Masie eh? Well good luck to them.’

Millie nodded. ‘Yes.’ she said. Oh that moustache!

Turning back to the obituaries the thought crossed the Major’s mind as it had many times before, as to what she would be like in bed.

—

At a few minutes after seven a smartly dressed Len knocked on Masies’ door, a bottle of wine in one hand, a bunch of flowers in the other and his toothbrush lodger discretely in his shirt pocket.

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I checked in at the hotel just about 8pm. Master was giving a heads up that He’ll be late around 9:30pm, so I still had some time to clean myself and get ready for the night. I went down to the lobby around 9:15pm to meet Him, eager from anticipation. When He arrived punctually, I escorted Him up to the room.

We had a short chitchat since haven’t met for over 2 weeks, but He quickly shifted gears and asked if I knew the commandments and why I was still dressed. I’m still not used to this dynamic; when am I supposed to act as a slave and follow the commandments and when is it ok to be the “normal me”.

Anyhow, got undressed rather quickly and got in position in front of the couch by His legs. This “position” is part of the commandments that I had to practice. On my knees, forehead on the floor, hands behind my back. At first it seems easy, but very quickly becomes really uncomfortable mostly because a lot of weight is resting on the forehead. On top, I was tired from driving 7 hours earlier, so as He was asking the commandments one by one, I made a few mistakes. We went through them once more to give me another chance to redeem myself and I had to confirm my final version every time. I was better at it, but my head really hurt on the floor, sometimes I just couldn’t focus at all, the pain just overrides every other thought. So of course, it still wasn’t perfect. I probably had more than 4 mistakes but those were the serious ones where I missed words for example.

“So how many?” He asked at the end. “Sir, 4, Sir.” According to the commandments, I had to use Sir at the beginning and end of the sentence. For short sentences it felt weird at first. “You’ll get punished for the mistakes, 5 lashes each, slave. And you’re to thank me for each and say the number as well. If you miss one, we’ll start over. Is it understood?” “Sir, yes Sir” I confirmed.

I’ve never been punished before, of course I knew it won’t be pleasant, but didn’t really know what to expect. He stood up behind me and asked to move a bit further, then – whack -!

Shit that hurt a lot more than I anticipated. “Sir, thank you Sir. Sir one Sir.” At least composing the sentence and saying out loud took my focus away. But I knew I won’t last, it was just insanely painful for my virgin butt.

– Whack – Fuck!! I had thoughts racing in my head. What the hell am I doing here? Do I really want this? But still was collected enough to say “Sir, thank you Sir. Sir two Sir.” 18 more to go I thought.

– Whack – Holy shit that hurt, He kept hitting the same spot. I was really getting upset, and I had 17 more to go. I thought to myself it’s just a challenge and I’ll be stronger by the end. Besides I really didn’t want to break our relationship which I thought would be inevitable if I quit at that point. So I decided to play along. But at 5 I fell forward, putting down my hands, fuck I just couldn’t stand it any more. “You can keep your hands on the floor” He said. Such a nice sensible guy He is. I thought to call the safe word “Red”. That would stop the punishment and possibly everything. But I still resisted for about 2-3 more lashes. At around 8 however, as I fell out of position, I mumbled “I’m getting red Sir.”

He didn’t care, or didn’t hear it. In that position it’s really hard to speak, the jaw muscles get tired quickly. (Later on He admitted He Beylikdüzü escort didn’t hear it but it wouldn’t matter, the punishment would have to be finished anyway). Since I didn’t want to miss the counting and start over, I collected myself and continued. He gave enough time though, wasn’t rushing anything, for Him it was more of an inconvenience that had to be done. This part of BDSM is still very new to me. He loves me and punishes me to help me get better. I also love Him for helping me getting better at serving Him. Sounds crazy but that’s how it seems to work. So He just patiently waited every time for me to get back in position, say the words, then we continued my beating.

At this point I fell forward with every smack and gone through the “quitting” loop in my head. My right butt cheek was burning like hell, I couldn’t shift my attention away to anything else. Still something kept me at my place. Slowly I felt my brain switched to some resistant state. Like if I disassociated from my body. It didn’t matter any more. Collected myself every time, got back in position and said exactly what I had to.

Maybe He noticed it too and turned up the heat a notch, at 17 the pain was so intense, I couldn’t stand it any more. Falling forward I didn’t get back in position, I sat up on my ass to protect it and asked for permission to speak. I was going to tell Him, I’m at my limit and I want to stop this whole thing. I want out. I knew it will possibly end our relationship, I knew but I couldn’t bear it any more.

He denied. “No you don’t have my permission” He said. I was shocked. WTF, what forces me not to throw Him out? What is going on here?

“Get back in position” – He ordered. And while hesitantly, but I obeyed. Maybe the short break helped or the last 3 lashes were a bit lighter? Perhaps He didn’t hit the exact same spot any more? Not sure.. I knew He knew what was I going to say. I love Him for His wisdom for not letting me quit. My butt was really burning, but it was finally over.

He sat down and put my head on His lap, caressed my head while I was still kneeling in between His legs. He told me how well I did. Apparently some slave applicants have 25 mistakes. I couldn’t imagine how can someone take 75 or more lashes. And I knew that time will come for me too. But this just passed between my ears. All I could feel was this eternal calm and happiness feeling Him caressing my head and I almost cried.

Since I’m always analyzing, I got to the conclusion that probably the contrast does this very profound emotional uplift. During the whole event I leaked a ton of precum on the floor which really surprised me. That actually continued throughout the weekend and more, so He named me ‘leaky’. I like it.

Then we had a small dinner, then shower and hit the sack. Of course we had to try the new nipple clamps. They’re heavier than the ones we’ve lost last time, and they pinch harder too. But this was nothing compared to the beating really and I was already excited about them. Then He laid down on the bed, got me to undress Him and to please His nipples with my mouth for a while. Since it was a long day He didn’t want it for too long though, could have been maybe 30 minutes before He got me kneeling between His legs, playing with His nipples with my hands and His cock in my mouth. The deep throat practices Beylikdüzü escort are paying off, seems He really likes it. After He came, not one drop went to waste, it seems I’m learning quickly since the first time I couldn’t swallow. Or just the punishment is molding me to be more accepting.

He didn’t tie me up for the night, which was nice, I’m not sure how I could rest tied up and gagged.

In the morning still in bed, of course I was all frisky again. Since He is controlling when I can cum, it keeps me on edge all the time and craving for a touch or minor crumb of pleasure. He tied my hands behind, put His hole hand in my mouth and started playing with my tongue and forcing His hand back in my throat. Since I was struggling, He wrapped His long legs around me and locked me down. Then stretched my head back with His hand still filling my mouth and started stroking my cock. Of course while this was insanely arousing, I would risk a bad punishment for cumming so I was just trying to focus keeping my attention away from the sensation. I was really on the edge and He was actually very kind to always stop at the right time, slapping my dick to prevent me from cumming. After a while he let me go and I was proud of myself and happy for being able to resist possibly the most intense stimulation ever.

Then we got out of bed. He wanted to check my marks, indeed my right cheek was red and swollen, but it didn’t hurt any more. He said it won’t last another day. Before we left for the city, He asked me to wear the thigh high nylons I had to purchase earlier. (Under the jeans of course.) We walked around the shops and the harbor like two friends. Talked about travels, work, music, but of course my mind was constantly racing about this new world and new experiences I was having. But I tried not to annoy Him always talking about sex, and we had a really good time spending casual time together. It drove me crazy not knowing what the now sweaty nylons were for, I thought He wants to use them as gag on me and I didn’t like the idea too much.

When we got back to the hotel, He finally told me that we’ll have a visitor and I’m supposed to be dressed and be a dom in a role play. Wow that was a surprising twist. Apparently there is this old “friend” of His, who is really into smelling and being gagged by a foot with used nylons. So we staged the room, I was sitting in the corner reading when the guy arrived. Master got him to undress only wearing shirt and brief, tied his hands and lead him to me. The guy was literally shivering while kneeled in front of me. At first I was really worried about him. Then I ordered him to untie my shoes with his teeth and remove them. He had a hard time, I had to help, but I think he’s just lazy too a bit. Next time that won’t happen.

Then I started pushing my feet in his face and ordered him to sniff and suck my toes through the nylon. I liked stretching my toes in his mouth and making him lick them. Not just the physical aspect of it, but I felt confident in the dom role. I glanced at Master every once in a while, but mostly I was autonomous and I could see he was pleased. Long story short, I went way above my duties, turned out our friend also loved his nipples pinched while I sat on his face for good measure. All clothed of course, I didn’t even remove the nylons. I also tore and cut off Escort Beylikdüzü his shirt and brief. At the end he came really quick. Personally I think he got some good experience and it was surprising to me how much I enjoyed it too. When he left, we’ve discussed the session a bit with Master. He didn’t mind at all that I became creative, it was really fun.

Before hitting the bed I felt my prostate acting up from all the action and withdrawal, so I thought I’ll ask Master if I can jerk off in the washroom or He could milk me to help with it. Otherwise I would be miserable the next day. But He denied, saying He will figure out something else instead. I was a bit concerned, but I trusted His judgment. Anyway, He is making all decisions and choices for the slave. So we got in bed again. He didn’t tie and gag me again, so I thought we’ll just sleep but then He didn’t seem to be that tired since He demanded me over again to pleasure Him by licking his nipples and transitioning eventually to his favorite position. However this time He had other ideas and before finishing in my mouth, He ordered me to lie on my back. Then He straddled me above my chest and started jerking to my face while His other hand reached behind grabbing my balls.

Of course I got really excited and pulled up my legs wrapping them around Him, but it just made Him tugging on my balls even more almost lifting me up. He then ordered to open wide and when I complied, He released in my mouth. I sucked Him clean, this seemed to go easier every day. Then as I was waiting for Him to stand up so I could leave for the washroom, He stood up and told me to stay there. I felt a bit humiliated lying there with my face covered with his cum while He went to the washroom. But He came back soon and kneeled down between my legs. Then He lifted them above my head and pushed closer to support my back. I knew exactly what’s coming, he was holding me in a position with my cock above my face. He said “It’s your turn now slave, you can start jerking.” So I ended up with 2 milk-shakes and a tad stretched out sack but very happy.

Next day we slept in but before checking out, we did a photo shoot on the table. Master blindfolded me, put a huge ballgag in my mouth, and then tied my arms in a very artistic way, like an arm binder. Took a few pics, then we transitioned to more positions and settings. A simple hogtie, a hard and strenuous hogtie, then finally hogtie with anal hook. Wow that was nice, as I stretched my legs, it pulled in harder. I really didn’t want to get released, but we had to check out of the hotel already. Made about 50 pics, some came out really good. Somehow they make me feel proud though He was doing all the work. But He was happy with the outcome as well.

Then came the last night. We went to His place and since we both were tired just ordered food and started watching some movie. However I was really exhausted so I just curled up all dressed on the couch and fell asleep on His lap. I know many daddies who would be really content from this, but not Master. He was grumpy all night and only the next morning it turned out that he was really disappointed that I didn’t act as a slave. At that point I was really confused when I would have to switch into ‘slave mode’. At the end I left His flat all confused and in a bad mood, I felt like I was punished again psychologically. I knew I completely deserved it, but it didn’t make it easier to accept and it stayed with me for days. It was worse than the beating, where the marks were gone by next morning. I knew I won’t make that mistake in the future, if there’s one for us.

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I have no idea how long the townhouse next door had been empty before someone noticed that the two women living there were gone. I did see the story in the local paper of the two women who drowned on Lake Stanley when their rowboat capsized and thought of it as both sad and a little weird, as no one was supposed to be out in a rowboat on Lake Stanley after dark. Also it happened in early March rather than the summer, and they were reported to be dressed in street clothes. That too was weird—the wrong season to be rowing on the lake and the wrong clothes to be wearing to do it. I didn’t connect that report with my neighbors until the workmen showed up next door, though.

I’m not an unfriendly man, although I was going through a bad patch myself at the time. This small townhouse in a reclaimed, once slum area, of the old town hadn’t belonged to me when I moved in. It belonged to a professor, Tim. I had been hired as his graduate assistant and had started working in his office at the local university. He was steeped in his research, which spilled over into his private time and which, therefore, spilled over into mine as well. It expanded out from working at the university office to working at his home, my duties gradually broadening to include the domestic and personal. One thing led to another, and, for convenience at first, I was spending nights at his house. And then, again for his convenience, I suppose, I was sleeping in his bed.

When he died suddenly of a flu advancing into pneumonia, I found that he’d left the townhouse to me, as well as everything else he owned. And at his unexpected absence from the university, associate and assistant professors were moved up the chain, and I was brought in at the bottom of the chain as an adjunct professor.

It all happened so naturally and quietly that it seemed to have happened without my full participation. I’d been quite fond of Tim, and I’ll admit that his taciturnity rubbed off on me. I too became a bit morose and withdrew into a routine that didn’t involve much beyond classes at the university and continued research at home—and doing whatever Tim asked me to do.

The women next door were set in a routine too—for how long before I moved in with Tim, I have no idea. Only one of them ever seemed to leave the townhouse. She was the older of the two and must have been a professional, as she’d leave at 8:15 every morning, almost on the dot, in a tailored, but somewhat severe business suit, and with a briefcase in her hand. There was a bus stop up in the next block, on a busier street than we lived in, that regularly serviced the downtown area. I guess I always assumed she took the bus, but in the news report, they said there was a sedan belonging to one of the women found at the lake right where they would have taken the row boat, so maybe she drove and had the car garaged someplace nearby. She always reappeared by 6:00 p.m., often with a grocery bag as well as the briefcase, and she’d march right up to her door and then look furtively up and down the street before entering the townhouse. I found that odd enough that I marked it in my mind. I wouldn’t see her again then until the next morning—assuming I was looking out on the street the next morning.

My routines and isolation were such, though, that I found I did look for her to follow her routines as well. Observing her almost-on-the-dot departures and arrivals became as much a routine with me as winding Tim’s old grandfather clock. That being the case, I did mark when her routine stopped, but I just subtracted those observations from my own daily routine after a few days of change.

Our townhouses were small and bunched together close to the street, with no alley behind, so there really wasn’t much of a place to put a car. The woman’s townhouse didn’t even have a parking pad. There was one for two cars, taking up nearly the whole front yard, for Tim’s townhouse, but he never used it for his car. Tim had his car, a fancy Lexus coup he didn’t want to leave out in the open, garaged over on the main street. It wasn’t a longer walk from the house to where he garaged the car than our subsequent walk from the parking garage to our academic building at the university was. These walks were just about the only regular exercise we got—well, other than what happened in bed, our most active part of the day. Still, we both kept in shape.

We’d used the Lexus almost exclusively to get to and from the university, and I inherited it too. Tim didn’t have any family—other than me, and I wasn’t really family in any legal sense. I did wait around from some long, lost relative to show up and make a claim, which I would not have contested, but none did. This all happened before same sex marriage had passed in our state, so my claim seemed tenuous.

The older woman, Inger, although I didn’t know her name until after she’d died, was maybe in her early fifties and was a big-boned Germanic blonde. She wasn’t exactly unfriendly, although no one on this block of townhouses got into anyone else’s Beylikdüzü escort business much, but she wasn’t inviting either. She often seemed to have a weary and pursed-lipped look about her when she came home, and, as I noted before, she had a habit of furtively looking about her before opening her door and entering her house. I found that fascinating and all a bit Alfred Hitchcock in the atmosphere it created.

The other woman was somewhat younger in appearance and was of some Southeast Asian extraction. She was a scared little bunny, sometimes coming a step out of the house either in front or back, but never more than a foot away from an open door in front, through which she’d scamper back into the house at the slightest sound or movement on the block. She did hang their laundry out to dry on a line in their postage-stamp-sized back garden, which I found a bit “last century,” but it accorded me an opportunity to observe what she looked like. She was very attractive, but always looked a bit sad—and she too had a tendency to look around with apprehension before settling down to her laundry chore. All mysterious enough to provide me a mental break from my research to pursue flights of fancy about their life.

I didn’t learn her name until after they were gone either, and then, first, from the newspaper article without realizing that it was my neighbor. Her name was Lek, and she was from Thailand.

I often wondered how the two women could be so reclusive and what they did in the townhouse, just the two of them. But then I’d think about Tim and me living in here next door to them and how so steeped in his research Tim could be that we could go for days on end not leaving the house when university classes weren’t in session. And I thought about some of what we were doing in here alone, and I decided not to think that much about the women next door.

I didn’t think about the women next door so much—the interest in observing them having waned quickly once they’d broken their routine and never appeared—that it was maybe a month after I’d read the article in the newspaper without connecting their absence to the article, when I heard a racket start up on the other side of the wall and my own doorbell was ringing.

I opened the door to find a muscular and florid man maybe in his early forties, robust looking in white coveralls with no shirt under them that left his arms bare, showing bulging guns and several tattoos peeking out of the edges of the coveralls. There were construction boots on his feet and his head was topped off with a white painter’s cap.

I shrank away from him a bit. Before there had been staid academic Tim, there’d been a brief period in my life when I had gladly lain under such men. I’d had a fetish for muscular construction workers and construction boots. I found when I opened the door that old instinctive arousals didn’t die easily.

“Excuse me, sorry to bother you,” he said. “But I’m from Falwell Construction. My name’s Andy, and I’m the supervisor of the crew renovating the house next door.”

“Construction crew? Renovating the house next door? But there are women living next door. And I hadn’t heard about any construction.”

I trust I didn’t sound either belligerent or annoyed. I certainly didn’t intend to, but I had just come downstairs—I wasn’t a morning person—and only now realized that there had been some strange noises coming from next door since well before I got up. I hadn’t had a cup of coffee yet, and so I wasn’t really in control of what I was thinking or saying yet.

I briefly panicked with the question of whether I’d even dressed before answering the door—whether I was still just in my sleeping pants and barefoot—but, upon mental inspection, I realized I was dressed more decently than that. Still, the furtive looks the man was giving me when he didn’t think I was looking at him made me wonder if I had dressed.

“The house is empty now,” he was saying. “Apparently has been for some time. Bank repo. We’re clearing it out and cleaning it up for sale. Not much room out here on the street, though, and I’ve got a truck that has to be here with my crew and we have to bring a dumpster in for a week or so for what we’ve got to shovel out of the house. Looks like the residents just up and left without taking anything with them.”

“Up and left?” I nonsensically said. I was searching my brain for the last time I’d seen one or both of the women from over there and I was coming up with a blank.

“Well, we aren’t supposed to know, but these were the women who died in Lake Stanley last month. So I guess they’re not coming back and they don’t need anything in the house—although it don’t look like there’s much in the house to be proud of. Place needs a lot of work too. Doesn’t look like anyone was in here to service anything in years.”

“Oh,” I said, just now processing the connection between the women who died in Lake Stanley and the women right next door who I hadn’t given a second thought to for more than a month. Beylikdüzü escort I was just as glad they hadn’t died in the house. I wouldn’t have been any quicker, I don’t think, to cluing in to the lack of activity over there—and the smell. Some neighbor, I knew, but this really was Tim’s house, and, given my relationship with Tim, we hadn’t exactly become the neighborhood gadflies.

“Well, the reason why I knocked on your door is that we really, really need space to put the dumpster, and there’s very little space around here. I saw that you have a double parking pad without anything on it. I was told to ask you if the construction company could rent your pad for a couple of weeks for the dumpster. We’d keep the dumpster covered when we weren’t filling it. The company would pay well for the inconvenience.”

“Oh, yes, of course. No need to pay me,” I said, giving the man—who was quite presentable in a way that was a whole separate world from what had been mine and Tim’s, and therefore of more interest and worth a second look than otherwise. I’d always had a little surge of electricity over men in construction—all that virility and muscle—and Andy met that description well. It was sort of a taboo and two different worlds thing, I guess. I had gone with construction workers in an earlier life, and I’d retained more than a few fantasies of going with a construction worker. And it had been a good six months since I’d gone with anyone—and that was Tim and had become a bit ho hum. Tim was an older man. Of course I did gravitate to older men. Of course, the construction workers who had covered me were older than I was too.

Andy was an older man. Maybe fifteen or sixteen years older than I was. But the construction workers I’d gone with had all been vigorous and meltingly demanding in a way Tim never had been. Tim gave me rather more respect in the coupling than really aroused me. There’s no way I ever would have told him that, of course.

The construction foreman named Andy returned my smile and suddenly looked like a million dollars to me. But I knew that wasn’t going anywhere—or shouldn’t—so we just exchanged pleasantries and I left him to supervising the work next door. That day—and in succeeding days—I didn’t get much research or course preparation done, though, as I found myself frequently at one of the front windows, looking at an angle over at the small front yard of the townhouse next door, where there was a double-cab white truck with a Falwell Construction logo painted on the door pulled up on the more-dirt-than-grass verge between the front stoop and the street.

The workmen Andy was directing—all young and well-muscled and jovial men—swirled between the truck and the house, hauling in tools and hauling out split sections of drywall. I wanted to see what sort of furnishings would come out of the house. Maybe there was something I could salvage and use. But they seemed to be doing structural work now. This stood to reason, I decided, since the dumpster hadn’t arrived yet.

They also seemed to be having a good time and getting along very well despite being engaged in some heavy-duty work—very well, as a matter of fact. They were all banter and hands and sexual innuendo and “fuck this” and “fuck that” and “ream you a big one” with each other. Andy was directing them, but pleasantly—and in a very friendly manner. Very friendly indeed. More than once I saw him pat one of the young men on the butt or give one a bear hug.

It was, I was sure, all very innocent, but it set my mind aflutter. I hadn’t really given much thought to having once had a construction worker fetish—which I sometimes carried out—before I lived with Tim, but those fantasies certainly were stirring now. And I’ll admit that they were the source of more masturbatory sessions in the dark of the night than I customarily indulged in after Tim died.

He was a big, heavily muscled, manly musk-scented brute, certainly too powerful for me to fight in any way. We were in an unfinished house, bare wall framing, sawdust on the floor, unfinished floors. I was completely in his control. I had shuddered and gone powerless as he cornered me, putting his hands on me and talking “gonna fuck you hard,” “gonna ream you a bigger hole” dirty to me. Just the thought of that and look of him made me putty in his hands.

There was a straight chair, and he had his right leg lifted, his foot, in a heavy construction boot, flat on the seat of the chair, with my right leg trapped up and over his. I was bent over in front of him, both of my arms forced painfully up my back, him needing just one beefy hand to hold them together there in a grip that was painful on my wrists and an angle of stretch that was painful on my arms. I was gasping for breath, panting because he was already thick and long inside me, buried deep but just barely pulsating as yet. His right arm was wrapped around my waist, keeping me bent over there in front of him. My eyes were on the colorful snake tattoo wound around his right calf—and also on Escort Beylikdüzü his shiny construction boots, polished by my tongue. He’d made me slither across the floor and clean his boots with my tongue—and to beg to be fucked.

I yelped, giving it a hollow sound that assured me that I wasn’t really awake, as he began to stroke inside me with his cock. In and out; in and out; in deeper and hold; pull out to the rim of the bulb and plunge, causing me to gasp and jerk and groan. Even unconscious I had the presence of mind to search my memory for whether this had actually happened to me before—or if this was a true fantasy of what I would want if I unleashed my desires and let them run wild. I was ready to come. I screwed my face around to see his and was shocked. As I shot off in an arc over the sawdust-covered floor, the face registered—Andy, the construction foreman working next door.

I woke up in a sweat and with cum dotting the front of my sleeping shorts. I was gripping my still-hard and throbbing cock. I wasn’t fully awake, though—just fully satisfied for some reason—maybe for the first time since before I’d met Tim, I had to admit to myself. I went over the scene in my mind, trying to decide whether I was bothered that I’d had a wet dream about the construction foreman working next door. And I should have known it earlier in the dream than I did. Andy sometimes wore shorts rather than bib coveralls, and I’d seen the snake tattoo on his right calf before. I just hadn’t realized that the eroticism of it had stuck with me.

The next day I tried to keep myself busy with research. I almost regretted that I didn’t have any classes to cover at the university. But my mind kept drifting to what was happening next door. I don’t know at what point it hit me that they were working so hard and had been at it for a few hours and therefore could probably use a break and a cup of coffee. It would only be neighborly to offer them a cup of coffee. I went into the kitchen and scrounged around under the counter for the twenty-cup pot Tim had used for class and faculty meetings. After finding the urn I discovered I was out of coffee. There was beer in the refrigerator. Even better, I thought.

* * * *

“What could have made them want to do that, I wonder. They were reclusive, yes, but I can’t really believe that taking a rowboat out on a lake at night in early March and both falling out of the boat and drowning was an accident.”

“No, it wasn’t any accident,” Andy agreed. He was sitting at my kitchen table, on his lunch break. They’d been working on the house next door for several days now and I had started making them sandwiches and taking them over at lunch. They were such a convivial crew and so good looking that I felt comfortable and a little bit warm inside to have that bit of connection. I’d already dealt with the wet dream I’d had of Andy. It was just me not having had sex for some time and thinking back to my days before I’d met Tim. I’d given all of that up, though. That was behind me. I’d grown up.

Today, for the first time, Andy came into the house and ate with me while the rest ate over there on the job.

Until now, I hadn’t realized how lonely I’d felt without Tim in the house and in this hiatus between semesters at the college. And I certainly couldn’t concentrate on research, not with a dumpster sitting right outside my dining room window and me running there each time I heard a clunk to maybe see what was being tossed—and who was tossing it. It didn’t escape me that I was more interested in seeing what was what out there than annoyed at the interruption of my work.

Strong, hunky construction workers in those loose, white coveralls, with no shirts under them, giving the impression that was all they were wearing. Heavy-duty construction boots, wide-stance strutting to and from the dumpster like they were heavy hung. Moving with the grace of dancers, contrasting tantalizingly with the hulkiness and roughness of their bodies. All smiles, patting each other on the back and rump intimately. The construction supervisor, Andy, moving among them, more muscular than any of them. Tattoos on his bulging biceps as well as on his calf. Rough, calloused, but sensitive, hands, moving expressively. He so attentive as he sat at my kitchen table.

“There must be some story behind it,” I said, “and to think that it was developing just on the other side of this wall from me and I didn’t know it was happening—or care.”

“You mustn’t be hard on yourself,” Andy said, giving me a sympathetic look and ever so briefly touching my forearm with his rough, calloused fingers. “That’s the way it is with city life. I’m sure you were having your own concerns here.”

“Yes, I guess I was.” That’s when I told him about Tim and how harrowing it was that week that Tim was dying and there wasn’t anything anyone could do—or was doing—to prevent that. It, of course, was only a week, though, and whatever was developing next door surely built up over much longer time than that. But Andy was right about urban life. Everyone here husbands their privacy. I couldn’t say that either of the women, even the few times I saw them, appeared to be open to approach. Not that I ever gave a thought to approaching either one of them.

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