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Yes.

That was the answer that rang in my head and gave a bounce to my cock. Yes. Do it.

I would like to say that it was because I wanted Tara to experience sex with love. I would like to say that the ‘yes’ was for both of them so that we could all move beyond what had happened and create a new level of trust. And I really wish I could say that my decision was motivated by a pure desire for Kayla and I to move to the next level in our relationship and prove to each other that we could survive anything as long as we were together.

But that’s not it. What really helped motivate the decision?

Kayla standing naked next to Tara, whose robe had slipped open a bit and revealed the top of her left breast. Their faces were close together, lips slightly parted as they both waited for my answer. It was sexy. Really sexy.

And the only thing I could think of at that moment, banishing both sides of the issue from my brain, was how hot it would be to have both of them sandwiching me.

Honorable? Of course not. Tasteful? Nope. But right now, with everything that had happened and the fucked-up state my mind was in, my cock took over most of the thinking and it was giving a resounding, “Hell yes!” to the idea.

Besides, they had said they wanted it. If it was going to help Tara feel better and help Kayla give closure to what had happened, then it wouldn’t make much sense to refuse, would it?

I was acting on instinct. Like I said, a different head was thinking for me.

I stood, gave the girls a smile, then went to close the blinds to Kayla’s window. Why did she never close those? I glanced across to my window but all was clear. Thank God. If Alan or Amanda happened to be in my room (which they better fucking not be unless I let them), the sight in Kayla’s room would be very, very difficult to explain.

I turned back, the word ‘Yes’ already forming on my lips, when Tara looped her hair behind her ear. It was a tiny gesture, probably half-a-second at most, but for a brief second the side of her head was visible as she lifted the stray lock. My attention zipped to it and I felt my legs go hollow.

The gunshot echoed in my head…I saw the side of the head explode, but it wasn’t Walburn’s head this time…It was Tara’s…

My stomach heaved and I staggered past the stunned girls to the bathroom, where I threw up the toilet lid and puked into the bowl. The entire Christmas dinner that I had eaten only a couple hours before sprayed into the toilet as I gagged and heaved, feeling like I was getting punched in the stomach every time I hurled.

It took about ten agonizing heaves before I emptied my stomach and I was left panting and sweating over the rim of the toilet, the tangy smell of my vomit filling my nose. My hands, one gripping the rim of the bowl and the other holding the seat up, slowly slid down as numbness spread through my limbs. I felt drained, and not just because the contents of my stomach were swimming just below me. My mind was—

WHAM!

The toilet seat dropped down, cracking into the back of my skull. It wasn’t heavy or anything, but in my weakened state it was like a brick dropping on me. I pulled my head out from under it and slumped against the wall as stars twinkled in front of my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

The girls had come in the bathroom, their expressions concerned with a slight seasoning of panic. Kayla made to move closer but Tara beat her to it, kneeling down in front of me and putting a hand on my leg.

Kayla stepped back, flashing an irritated glance at the back of Tara’s head. Like Tara looping her hair behind her ear, it was a quick movement, not really noteworthy in itself, but to me it opened a door somewhere in my mind and I saw everything laid out. A threesome with Tara…if Kayla was irritated that Tara beat her to making sure I was okay, what the hell would happen if I had sex with her? I mean, yeah, she’d be there, but she’d be sharing. She said she was okay with it, but…Fuck, what if this led to more jealousy? More days without any form of contact? I mean…Tara was moving down here in a few months so it’s not like it just happens and then she goes halfway across the country until God knows when. She’ll be in the area. It’s gonna stay fresh.

Jealousy…I don’t know if it was going to happen but…All I could see was this fucking up my relationship with Kayla. I loved Kayla. I loved Tara, too, but if I had to choose between them…

And what was up with dropping this on me after what happened? God damn, I had actually been considering this…

“I’m fine,” I said, my mouth feeling tacky. I gently moved Tara’s hand and stood up, one hand against the wall. Fucking legs were still shaky.

I looked up and saw that they were both still waiting expectantly. Jeez, the puke wasn’t a turn-off for them? “So, umm…I’m sorry, but it’s a no,” I said.

They were both genuinely shocked. I had been looking at Kayla more than Tara, wondering if I might see some relief from her, but all I got was a stunned expression that gave way to confusion. Not exactly what I was expecting. My eyes slid to Tara and, unfortunately, hers was exactly what I had been expecting: disappointment and a little bit of hurt.

“Are you sure?” Kayla asked, still looking like she thought she misheard me.

“Yeah,” I replied, wiping a bit of spit from my lower lip, “It’s just not…Like, right now is not the right time, you know? After everything that happened and…Tara, if I’m the first guy you make love to, that’s not exactly setting the pedigree high.”

“Huh?”

“I love you, Tara. You know I do. Maybe as more than a cousin, but you’re still my cousin. We shouldn’t do this.”

“Alan—” Kayla clamped her jaw shut with an audible clack but Tara didn’t notice.

“I don’t care that you’re my cousin,” she said, looking close to tears, “I just want to make everything right, and…you’re the only guy I know who actually loves me and cares about me and won’t make sex just a bang-and-dash thing.”

“And there’s guys out there who won’t do that,” I replied, feeling bad but knowing I couldn’t back down now, “I love you and I always will. But I can’t have sex with you.”

Tara looked desperately at Kayla. “You’re okay with it, right?” she asked in a breaking voice, “You said you were fine with it.”

“I am,” Kayla replied, putting a hand on Tara’s shoulder.

“I’m not,” I replied, “And that’s my decision. You said you’d be okay with that.”

Tara bit her lower lip and nodded slowly. “Okay, Jack,” she said in a hollow voice.

“It has nothing to do with you,” I said quickly, barely biting back the addition of, “It’s me.” That was one cliché I hoped to avoid.

“Tara,” Kayla said, leaning against her, “Go back to my room for a sec.”

“Okay…” Tara said quietly, giving her a small smile before leaving.

Kayla looked at me and said, “Jack, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you saying no?”

I threw up my hands. “I thought I was allowed to say no if I didn’t want to do it. If you didn’t want me to say no, you should have just told me it was going to happen.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you. Neither of us would.”

“I know…” My fingers ran through my hair, caressing the edge of a massive headache that was building inside my skull. “Kayla, it wouldn’t be like with you and me. I mean…I’m not in love with her so it would just be sex with a guy who loves her.”

“That’s what she wants. You said you loved her as more than a cousin.”

“Yeah, maybe I do, but it’s not the same. You and me…we’re made for each other. And you’re the one I’d be thinking about while…You know.”

“Jack, you’re making this way more complicated than it needs to be,” she sighed, her arms folded under her breasts. It didn’t seem the least odd that we were having this conversation completely naked.

“This is how I feel. Now tell me the truth…are you really okay with this?”

“Of course!” she said, a little too quickly.

I stepped closer and put my hands on her shoulders. “Kayla…”

She bit her lip and hesitated. “I…I would be fine with it if that’s what you wanted.”

“So you’re not 100%.”

“That’s not the point. She wants it…she needs it.”

“She doesn’t need it, sweetheart.”

She looked at me like I’d grown another head. “Jack…she’s never been with a guy who cared about her even half as much as you do. Whatever hang-ups I have—not saying I have any—don’t matter. She loves you and you love her.”

“And she’ll find a guy who will give her that better than I can.” My arguments basically wrote themselves but they only ran voice-deep. In my heart, I was still battling it out.

“Please, Jack,” Kayla said, a tear running down her face, “This will help her. And it’ll help you, too.”

“Me?”

She put a hand on my cheek. “I know how much it’s still bothering you. What happened with Coach Walburn. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to use it against you, but…I know it hit you while we were having sex.” I didn’t say anything. “This could help you. I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re feeling right now, but couldn’t this help? Take your mind of it and everything?”

“It’s going to stay on my mind, Kayla. It’s like…etched in there. I can’t stop thinking about it and if I try, it only makes it worse. And, what, I’m supposed to stop thinking about that so I can think about having sex with my cousin?”

“It doesn’t bother you that Alan and Amanda do it,” she replied, lowering her voice.

“That’s them. That’s none of my business. This…with me…Kayla, I can’t, okay?”

She looked at me levelly for a bit. “I won’t be jealous,” she said quietly. Mind-reader, I’m sure of it.

I pulled her in for a hug. “I love you,” I said, feeling my throat tighten a little bit as tears threatened to come out, “And I don’t think I’m coming out of this decision on the winning side no matter what. If you really, really want this to happen…how about we wait until—”

She put a finger to my lips then took my hand and led me back to her room. Tara was sitting on the bed, hugging the seal I had gotten Kayla to her chest. “Hey,” she said with a small smile. She put the seal on the pillows. “It’s nice and cuddly. Good choice, Jack.”

“Thanks,” I replied. It had just hit me that Tara had been in that closet for a while, waiting to come out. I sincerely hoped that wasn’t as weird as it sounded in my head.

“Keep going,” Kayla said to me.

“What?”

“What you were saying in the bathroom. About waiting. Keep going.”

I blinked and thought. “Oh, right…uh…I was saying that if you…I mean, Kayla…Well, both of you, I guess…If you wanted this to happen, really wanted this to happen…Shit, um…Well, Tara, you’re moving close in a few months so why don’t we wait? I mean, right now you want to do it because you’re feeling like…Like I need this. And you need this. And, I don’t know, maybe Kayla needs it, too. But if this is going to happen, and I’m not saying I don’t ever want it, I want it to be something we do when we’re happy, not because we want to be happy.”

“Jack, if she’s moving in a few months, why wait?” Kayla replied tartly, “I mean, come on.”

“Because all this stuff…It shouldn’t…We shouldn’t be dealing with it with sex,” I said, fumbling for words, “I mean, set aside Tara and me being related. Trust me, I would love a threesome. I mean…” I grabbed my cock, “Seriously, there’s no way it wouldn’t get me all hot and whatever but…Not now. Just…not now, Kayla. I’m sorry, Tara.”

“It would mean a lot to me,” Tara replied in a quiet voice.

“And I would do anything for you, Tara. Including…that, but…” I was running out of reasons. My head was throbbing and I put my hands to my head, pressing hard against my skull. I knew I was turning down what any other sixteen-year-old guy would dream of having but, God damn it, I had watched one of my teachers shoot himself! And this is what is dropped on me as a result?! What the fuck?!

I felt my back slam into the corner of the wall, the angle digging into my spine and I grunted in pain. “Jack!” Tara sprung off the bed and put her hands on my shoulders, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just breaking my back,” I grunted, wincing in pain as I flexed my spine.

“Well, stop that,” she said with a smirk. For a second, everything was back the way it was. She and I were cousins, content to love and poke fun at each other. Not…potential sex partners.

Then Kayla kissed me on my back. “Let’s lie him down,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“No, you really don’t…”

“You hurt your back,” Kayla said professionally, “Laying down is the best thing.”

“Laying down…on my back?”

She ignored me as she and Tara carefully lay me down on the bed. “Any pain?” Kayla asked.

I wiggled a bit. There was a twinge of pain but that was it. “No, I’m good,” I replied.

“Good. So, while we have you on the bed…”

I sighed heavily. “Kayla…”

“It’s okay,” Tara said suddenly. Kayla and I looked at each other. “We’ve talked about this enough and…Jack, if you don’t want to, then that’s…fine.”

“Tara…” Kayla said gently, “I’m okay with it, if that’s what—”

“I know you are,” Tara interrupted, “But he isn’t.”

She didn’t say it in an accusing way but it still punched me in the stomach. “I love you, Tara,” I said, taking her hand, “And I meant when I said in a few months…”

“Well, one more reason to look forward to moving here,” Tara responded with a small smile, “Thanks for trying to help me, Kayla.”

“Of course,” Kayla replied, not smiling.

“Are you sleeping over here?” Tara asked me.

Good question. It was already pretty late and I imagined Alan and Amanda were still going at it like jackrabbits. “Yeah, probably.”

“Would it…be okay if I slept here, too? I go back now and Alan and Amanda are gonna be asking me where I was and the last thing we need is them finding out about…well, you know.” Her voice was getting stronger but I still sensed sadness. Good going, Jack.

Then again, my conscious was going to fuck me one way or the other. It was a no-win situation.

“Of course!” Kayla said, this time with a smile, “Do you want the wall side or the floor side?”

“Huh?”

“The bed. Do you want the wall side or the floor side? Jack can be in the middle.” I looked at her but she seemed to be genuinely interested in the bed arrangements, not other things.

Tara reddened. “Oh, um…I was just going to take the couch or something.”

“I’ll take the couch,” I said, sitting up.

Both of them pushed me back down. “Stay, Jack,” Kayla said, “It’s fine, Tara. Besides, it’ll be warmer with three people.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m not going to let you sleep alone,” Kayla replied, dropping her voice toward the end of the sentence as she realized what it implied, “I mean…shit…Jack, you know that wasn’t—”

“I know.”

“Please, Tara?”

Tara smiled. “Of course…Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you said you wouldn’t have sex with me…yet…Not saying you have to later, but…Could I maybe have a…kiss?” I just stared. “It’s innocent, right? And Kayla’s here and she knows it’s just to smooth over everything and it would really, really help because I’m feeling kind of bad that the whole threesome thing came up…”

Shit, shit, shit. I know, I know…I shouldn’t have any hang-ups about this but considering what happened the last time I kissed her…And yeah, Kayla was here, but how’s she going to react to seeing that? And Tara’s fine with not having sex now but what if after we kiss, she…God, why can’t I just make a fucking decision! I hate this! I really, really fucking hate—

Kayla looked at me, then turned to Tara. “I’ll do it,” she said in a shaky voice.

Tara and I stared. “You will?” Tara asked in a voice that said she hadn’t decided how to feel about it yet.

“Yeah,” Kayla said, giving her a small smile, “I mean, you kissed Jack so if we’re going to be ‘even’, then…”

“…Okay.” I don’t know if it was just the pervy part of my mind but it sounded to me like she was excited. Yeah, they had originally planned a threesome but…weird…I hadn’t even considered how much they would get involved with each other. The whole ‘having sex with Tara’ part of it grabbed my attention more.

Kayla scooted closer to Tara and cupped her face. Tara smiled and leaned in, her eyes slowly closing as her lips pressed softly against Kayla’s. She leaned against Kayla’s body, their breasts pressing together as they slowly wrapped their arms around each other. Their kiss was not like mine and Kayla’s…long, slow, and lingering. Instead, their lips slowly slid off each other and came together again, their mouths slightly open until the moment of contact when they pressed against each other.

My heart was pounding and I could feel my breath getting ragged as I watched them kiss each other (their attire, or lackthereof, wasn’t helping much). My groin started to tighten as my cock stirred, slowly stiffening as I listened to their soft breathing and ever-so-faint moans as they continued to make out, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was there. All the better. If they had noticed me, they probably would have been able to shatter my willpower and get me in on the action.

I know I said I didn’t want to…but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to. Does that make sense? Probably not. Nothing I was doing made much sense anymore.

They were only kissing for a few seconds but it seemed like so much longer thanks to the lurid part of my brain. They slowly broke apart, eyes half-closed and shy smiles on their faces. Kayla scooted back until she was leaning against my body and let out a slow breath. “Was that what you needed?” she asked coyly.

“Oh, yes,” Tara said happily, a wide smile on her face.

“Was it better than with Jack?”

I winced a little at that, not really ready to have fun with what had happened yet. Tara didn’t seem to mind. She laughed shortly and said, “Not getting into that. Not when the two of you are here.”

“Come on! You can tell me!”

Tara shook her head piously. “Not saying. Did you enjoy the show, Jack?”

I swallowed hard, trying to will my cock to be flaccid. It worked…sort of. I could at least make my hand covering it look somewhat natural. “That was for you,” I replied, “But yeah…it was hot.”

Kayla grinned and squeezed her breasts together in my face. “Hot as this?” she teased.

“You always get the trophy for hot, sweetheart,” I said, leaning across her lap to grab my boxers.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I looked up at her. “Getting my…boxers?” Why did I make that a question?

“Nooooo,” she whined, pushing me back onto the bed, “I don’t wanna put clothes back on. I like feeling your skin.”

I smiled. “I like feeling your skin, too. But you could still feel it if I put on my—”

“I was going to sleep naked with you, dumb-dumb,” she cut in, putting her hands behind her head and stretching so that her breasts stuck out near my face.

Was she still trying to tempt me? Little minx… “Okay, fine,” I sighed, pulling down the blankets, “You don’t mind, do you, Tara?”

She shrugged. “I can get naked too,” she said simply, playing with the hem of her robe.

I had to swallow hard again. Once again, the perverted part of my brain, the one that was screaming at me that I was a teenage boy with teenage lusts, was telling me to take the two of them and make a Jack sandwich. My reasonable side, the one that was smacking my brain and telling me the last thing we needed was more complications in our relationship, argued back just as strong. I couldn’t be so hypocritical that I had to demand she stay clothed in the bed…but I was also afraid that, if she was naked, things would lead down a path I didn’t want them to.

Weird how all of this ran through my head in the course of a second and yet seemed as long as if I were debating it for hours.

“Okay,” I said, then quickly added when their heads snapped up to stare at me, “Just…can you maybe wait until you’re under the…blanket?” Fuck. That sounded awful.

Tara looked a little hurt but put on a gamey smile. “Sure…do you think I look bad or something?”

“No!” I said, feeling awful. I sat up and took her hands. “You’re beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. It’s just…well, I’m going to be sandwiched between two gorgeous girls and if I see both of you naked, together, I’m…going to have a hard time letting us get to sleep.” And yes…it really did sound as lame in my head as it did out loud.

Neither of them was buying it. “What?” Kayla asked, pulling an ‘Are you nuts?’ face.

“I mean, I already said ‘no’ to the…I…” Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. “Our parents are going to be home early tomorrow and if we’re up too late, then we’ll sleep in and then we have to explain what three naked teens are doing in the same bed. And if we…if I see the two of you naked together, I won’t be able to control myself. I’m having a hard enough time with just you naked, Kayla.” It was true; I was desperately keeping my eyes at the level of her face.

They still looked at me with the exact same look I’m pretty sure you have on your face right now. “If you want me to keep the robe on…”

“No. You can do whatever you want, Tara. It’s not…” I flopped back against the pillows. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to say the right thing and I just can’t…” I put my hands on my face and groaned, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

Two sets of arms wrapped around me and I felt the soft bodies of the girls press against me. I peeked through my fingers and saw them both looking at me with concern. I slowly lowered my hands and wrapped an arm around both of them and we shared a group hug, the closest we would come to a threesome that night. Their skin was cool against mine, helping to soothe the turmoil inside me and allowing me to come closer to relaxing.

Kayla let go first and pulled back the blankets, slipping underneath and motioning for me to do the same. I slid in behind her, curling an arm around her as she leaned her back into my chest, one hand clutching mine. I kissed her lightly on the neck. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“I love you,” she whispered back.

There was a rustling behind me and Tara’s robe sailed over us to the floor. Three naked teens in the same bed…My cock twitched and Kayla shifted her rear against it but said nothing. Tara slid under the blankets with us and shifted closer to me, resting her cheek and a hand against my back. I couldn’t feel the rest of her body and I wondered if she was trying to keep it away from me because of what I said earlier about not wanting to see her naked.

Shit, that was a dumbass thing to say. Great work, Jack.

“I love you too, Jack,” Tara whispered behind my head, her breath warming my shoulder.

“And I love you, Tara.”

“I love you too, Tara,” Kayla said.

“I love you too, Kayla.”

It was like The Waltons if they’d been a family of naked teenagers. I was reminded of that one cutaway gag in Family Guy, when they’re all saying ‘good night’ to each other but John-Boy doesn’t respond and Ma goes to check on him and he screams, “Damn it! Can’t a guy masturbate in this house!” Remember that?

Fuck me, my mind was a mess.

I shuffled back and forth to get myself comfortable against Kayla, laying my cock in the groove of her rear. If we had been alone I may have been tempted to go a second round with her but with Tara…God, I felt bad about that. Not just about turning her down but because everything I did seem to be tainted with my ‘no’, as if I had said it because I was repulsed by her. I wasn’t! But it sure as shit seemed like I was.

And if I changed my mind now…it wouldn’t seem like it was coming from me.

Angry at myself, I closed my eyes and fell into something like sleep, though I was aware of everything else around me. But hey, I was between two gorgeous naked girls. Why should I complain, right?

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Nice…

I don’t know if there’s a sensation that’s been labeled as such but that’s what I felt when my senses kicked back into gear.

Nice…

I was breathing through my nose…Why? I tried breathing through my mouth but…no, it was like breath was being pushed back into my mouth.

Huh?

Weird.

Nice…

The lower part of my body was shifting. I wasn’t trying to wiggle my body and I tried doing it consciously. It was a separate movement. Something else was working down there.

Where were my hands? I flexed my fingers and they pressed against something soft.

Soft…Nice…

My brain was slowly waking up and connections were being made in my brain. The soft stuff that my fingers were pressing against…skin. Not mine or I would have felt it. So someone else’s. Whose?

Who did I fall asleep with last night?

That movement at the lower part of my body…Hmmmm. Something was stiff down there. Of course! My cock! Makes sense. Morning wood and everything. But why was it moving?

Nice…

It felt like a hand. Hand-job? With a hand that wasn’t mine? Excellent!

What about the breathing? My eyes were slowly starting to open, my eyelashes still making a curtain of fuzz that obscured my vision. Something was pressing against my lips. Soft…warm…loving. Lips!

A kiss…Nice…

The pieces were all there in my brains but the connections were taking a while to build. Kiss…morning wood…hand…skin…Nice…

Familiar…

Who had I fallen asleep with last night? Who would be in the bed with me?

And why did all of this seem so familiar?

Come on, brain…Start…Start…

And it started. And everything came back. And I remembered why all of this was so familiar. And I also remembered who was in the bed with me and which side they had fallen asleep on but, for the life of me, I couldn’t tell which side I was facing.

I sat upright so fast that I heard a squeak and something fell to the floor with a loud thump!

I was trying to catch my breath when something stirred right behind me. “What the heck…?”

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Whose voice was that? Who fell? What the heck…?

The hand on my cock was gone and my fingers were clutching empty air. So whoever had been on the edge of the bed had been the one that…who had taken the floor side?

Kayla’s head appeared over the side of the bed, her hair disheveled and her face red. “Ow,” she groaned, rubbing her back.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, sliding out of bed to crouch down beside her, “I just…felt everything and I remembered the last time I was doing something without being fully awake and…”

“What’s going on?” Tara asked, leaning across the bed. She was holding the blanket up but only above her nipples, letting the rest of her cleavage spill over.

I stared for a second, then quickly lowered my eyes. Thankfully, Tara was too busy looking at Kayla to notice where I had been looking. “I kinda…knocked Kayla out of bed because…Well, she was kissing me, and…” Fuck, I was doing it again. Shut up, Jack!

“Oh,” Tara said, sitting back a bit and reddening, “Are you okay, Kayla?”

“I’m fine,” Kayla replied, groaning a little as she stood up and stretched. “You can help yourself with that,” she said to me with a tiny smirk, nodding towards my still-hard dick.

I quickly covered it, feeling myself blushing. “Thanks for trying to help me but…” I jerked my head at Tara.

“Oh, come on,” Kayla said, laughing a little, “She already caught our show last night.”

“Yeah, well…Maybe she might not appreciate it now,” I said with a sigh, bending my neck to alleviate the head-rush that was threatening to knock me over.

“You okay?” Kayla asked, putting her hands on my shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a head-rush.” I took a deep breath and the cottony feeling left my head and I was able to look up. “So what got you all hot-and-bothered this morning?”

“Huh?”

“Well, kissing is one thing but you were…” I might a small jerking-off motion with my hand.

“She was jerking off?” Tara asked in an innocent voice.

Kayla snorted with laughter and blushed. “No. I woke up and felt Jack poking me in the butt so wanted to…Okay, if I say I wanted to give him a hand, I’m not trying to make a joke.”

“Okay.”

“So…yeah, that’s about it.”

“Horny in the morning?” Tara asked with a grin.

“No…well, yes I am, but I felt bad that Jack didn’t get to cum last night.” She gave me an apologetic smile. “And after everything that happened and us getting all upset and stuff…you deserved it.”

I gave her a smile. What a perverted angel. “Thanks, baby,” I said, giving her a kiss, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I do! It’s not fair that I got to cum and you didn’t. I mean, Tara and I could—”

She cut off as soon as she saw my expression. I could feel it darkening, like someone was sucking the life out of my face to leave it a joyless, tight-skinned husk. “We’re not going to talk about it anymore,” I said coldly.

“Whoa, Jack,” Tara said, holding out a hand, “I think she was just kidding.”

“Were you?” I asked Kayla.

She frowned and replied, “Yeah, but even if I wasn’t I don’t know why you’re getting upset.”

“What did I say last night?”

“That you didn’t want to. I remember.”

“So why are you bringing it up again?”

“Jack,” Kayla said solidly, putting her hands on my shoulders, “I love you more than anything but you’re going to drive me nuts. How about we drop it?”

“…Sure.”

“Shit, what time is it?” Tara gasped, sliding across the bed to look at the clock. The sheet fell from her body and she lay bare across the sheets. She was laying flat on the bed so we couldn’t see the front but her smooth, lightly tanned back was visible for all to see. And as much as I’d like to say I didn’t look…I did notice that she had a very smooth, very tight, very gorgeous rear.

Kayla’s was still better, of course. Always would be.

“What time are the parents supposed to be back?” Tara asked, reaching for the robe she had pitched on the floor the night before.

I looked at the clock. 9:13. “I don’t know,” I said, a seed of panic starting to sprout in my stomach, “I thought they’d be back by now.”

Kayla grabbed her discarded pants and started riffling through the pockets. Her breasts swayed and jiggled as she did so and, again, it struck me just how nonchalant we were about being naked around each other. It wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, I loved it and nothing could make the world suddenly a brighter place than seeing my gorgeous girlfriend in her birthday suit. But…I don’t know, when you’re a teenage guy, a naked girl is like fucking Nirvana or something. Seeing one is like putting a trophy on a mental shelf. Now, I was used to it. Well, not used to it in the ‘it’s boring now’ kind of way. It’s just…we’re comfortable and trusting enough with each other.

The thought made me smile.

Tara climbed out of bed to retrieve her robe and, for a few seconds, she was as freely naked as the two of us. I tried not to stare, trying to focus on Kayla finding out if our parents were on their way home, but I couldn’t help stealing a glance out of the corner of my eye. Kayla did the same.

I only caught the profile view but I had the immediate impression of what Tara was like naked. Kayla naked was like…well, how do I describe it? She was gorgeous and sexy in the way you always imagined a naked girl would be. Even more so than you thought. Remember when you were just becoming a teenager and you wondered what a naked girl would look like? How it seemed, like I mentioned, the trophy on the mental wall? That was Kayla.

Tara, on the other hand, was an entirely different creature, mainly because she and Kayla were very different. Tara was lean and lithe and sexy in the way strong girls are. It’s more of an attitude thing than a looks thing. What does that have to do with her being naked? It’s an enhancement. Her breasts were firm and round and proud, begging to be kissed and loved. Her stomach was taut and flat, pointing down to the area between her legs where a thin sheet of hair covered her groin. Her legs…God, her legs…muscled and lean and curving gracefully down to her feet. She was gorgeous, but it was the way she carried herself, the absolute confidence, that gave her an even greater allure.

I wasn’t oogling her. Just appreciating.

Give me a break. I just woke up and I’m still kinda in a fucked-up mental state.

“They’re not on their way yet,” Kayla said with a sigh, holding up her phone, “My parents said they’d message when they were heading out.”

“Awesome,” Tara replied, pulling on the robe and tying it.

“Where are your clothes?” I asked.

“Oh, in the closet somewhere,” she said vaguely, “I’m gonna grab a quick shower if that’s okay?”

“Of course!” Kayla replied quickly, “I’ll give you a shout if they text me.”

“Awesome.” Tara smiled at us and walked out

Kayla waited until she heard the bathroom door close and the shower start to jump on me. She mashed her lips against mine, rubbing her naked body against my skin and squeezing at my back with strong fingers. “Want a quickie?” she asked with a saucy grin when she came up for air.

I laughed shortly. “We don’t have quickies,” I replied, resting my hands above the curve of her butt.

She laughed as well. “True. Jack…I’m sorry about the whole threesome thing. Well…not sorry that I brought it up—because we should still totally do it—but I’m sorry it made you uncomfortable.”

“I don’t know,” I replied with a sigh, “I mean…if Joe heard about me turning it down I think he might cry. If any guy at school heard about it, they’d probably think I was gay or something.”

“Definitely not,” Kayla replied, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my swelling cock, “But you’d still be amazing if you were.”

“Thanks…I just…I meant what I said about waiting. Maybe when she moves in and this whole thing about Walburn kind of settles down and it’s light and fun and we’re doing it because we want to, not because we feel like we have to…”

“Take a breath, baby.”

“Sorry…Maybe then, okay? Just not now.”

She sighed and said, “Okay but don’t start looking for other partners to get involved with, buddy.”

“My eyes are only on you.”

“Good,” she replied happily, kissing me again, “Now, about you needing to cum…”

“Kayla, I—”

She pushed me back so I was sitting on the bed, my cock sticking up proudly like a Clinton Monument. She kissed me again and slowly started to pepper my body with smaller smooches, starting at my chin and working her way down. She kissed my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders, both of my pecs, my abs, and slowly down to my stiff member, which had been poking into her breasts the whole time. Her kisses weren’t like when we pressed our lips together; instead, she would open her mouth slightly and bring them together on her targeted spot. It was like she was sucking something off of my skin. It was light and sensuous and was teasing the shit out of me.

“Kayla, you really don’t have—”

She put her finger to my lips and smiled up at me before planting one of those kisses on the crown of my cock. A throb of pleasure swept through my lower body, quickly silencing any other comments I might have made.

“You like that?” she asked coyly.

“Yeah…” I breathed.

“Again?” She brought her lips onto the crown of my cock again, engulfing a slightly larger area this time. Another throb of pleasure and this time a moan escaped my lips. She smiled. “I thought you might like that.”

“You know I love it.”

“Well, that’s a go-ahead if ever I heard one,” she said chipperly before slowly sliding the head of my cock into her mouth.

I gasped and my hands gripped the sheets as Kayla rolled my cockhead around in her mouth, slowly letting her tongue caress it. Every time she pulled back, she let the tip reach the edge of her lips so that they almost touched, and then slowly slid her lips apart again to let my cock slide back in, going a little further down. Her technique was painfully, erotically slow, and I could tell she knew by the mischievous glint in her half-closed eyes that never left my face.

She rested against her breasts, which were pressed against my legs, and let her hands roam my body, lightly raking my skin with her nails. She bobbed her head back and forth on my cock, expertly using her tongue to keep it in her mouth whenever it was in danger of popping out. Every time her tongue ran along the underside of the crown, the resulting sensations made me lurch and moan. I could feel her smile every time a moan came out of my mouth and that tongue swept across the sensitive area quite a few more times that it needed to.

Not that I was complaining.

“Oh, God…” I said in a shuddering voice as her mouth made it halfway down my cock, unaided by her hands.

She slid her mouth off my cock and looked up at me with it resting against her cheek. “Does it feel good?” she asked innocently.

“You know the answer.”

“I still like to hear it,” she replied, sticking out her tongue and gently gliding it along the shaft.

The featherweight teasing was like static shocks along the most sensitive parts of my member. “Fuck…yes, it feels amazing…” I moaned.

Her tongue slid up to the top of my cock and she swirled her tongue around the crown. “Really?” she said breathlessly.

“You know it does,” I groaned, twisting this way and that as the sensation turned my muscles to rubber.

“Mhm,” she moaned as she wrapped her lips around my cock again, sucking at an agonizingly slow pace.

I ran a hand through her hair, fighting back the urge to seize her hair and hump her face faster. Kayla loved her slow pace and I loved it too, but I could really only appreciate the torture of the tease afterwards. In the moment…God, I wanted her to suck until I couldn’t move and I came so hard that I passed out.

“Fuck, you’re so good…” I moaned as she continued to bob her head up and down on my cock, humming in her throat to throw more teasing sensations down my member. The vibrations made my legs shake, drumming my feet against the ground as my head fell backwards.

She leaned harder on my legs, her hard nipples poking into my thighs, as she began to increase her speed. Her hand was now wrapped around my cock with the other one fondling my balls, tickling them and rolling them around so the entirety of my groin was seething and sparking with enough energy to power a city. I felt alive…awake…if I had been told to run a marathon, I would have zipped through it like the fucking Road Runner.

And she just kept going. Nice…

I ran my hands down her head to her shoulders, caressing the skin and lightly massaging them. She moaned in appreciation and twisted her head from side-to-side, sucking with a corkscrew motion that she had never tried before but oh, God, please let it last. Her tongue swirled around and around in her mouth, accompanying the twisting of her head that…damn it, I can’t even describe it. I wanted to cum but I was also desperately trying to hold back so the experience could continue. The suction, the lips, the tongue, the movement…oh my God!

Guys, next time you’re getting a blowjob, maybe suggest this to your girlfriend/wife/lover/whatever?

Ladies…only do it if he deserves it.

Her twisting, corkscrewing motion was tantalizing enough but the addition of her tongue and hands was sparking enough pleasure and energy into my cock that I felt my balls churning in no time.

“Kayla…”

“Mhm.” She stopped the sucking and slowly lifted her mouth off my cock, her lips remaining connected to it until the last possible second. Once it was out, she began tonguing it in long, slow strokes up its entire length, ending with a swirl around the head when she reached the top.

It only took a few of those to push me to the edge. “Kayla…” I grunted before the head of my cock swelled and, with a titanic surge, my cum erupted from the tip, coating her mouth and chin.

She coughed and clamped her mouth around the head of my cock, increasing the suction as if to drain me of everything left in my balls. Every suck made me shoot and I could feel my balls tightening as their load was drained with masterful suck after masterful suck. Several days worth of cum had been built up…and Kayla wanted all of it.

Damn…

I finally fell back on the bed, my nose running and my vision blurry. My ears were ringing, blotting out all other sounds to a muted level as I caught my breath. I hadn’t even noticed that I had been holding it while I had been cumming but that first explosion of air into my lungs was enough to give me a head-rush that knocked me on my back. All from a blowjob…Well, a blowjob from Kayla.

God, that was amazing.

The tingling sensations in my body gradually receded and the warmth of blood returned to my limbs, allowing me to sit back up. Kayla was cleaning herself with a hand towel and she smiled at me when I sat up. “How you feeling?” she asked.

“…Amazing.”

She giggled. “Good.” The sound of the shower, which I had barely noticed over the past few minutes, suddenly stopped. “And good timing,” Kayla continued, inspecting herself in the small vanity on her dresser before tossing the hand towel in her laundry basket.

“No kidding,” I replied, grabbing my boxers and slipping them on. It felt weird to cover myself after such a long period of nakedness. It was like when you leave your house and forget your wallet; something feels off. Still, the warmth was welcome, though Kayla’s mouth had already done a good job raising my temperature.

“Awww,” Kayla said, sticking out her lip as I pulled my boxers up.

“Tuck that thing back in. Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

“Oh, eventually,” she said vaguely, stretching her arms above her head so her breasts were stuck out teasingly, “I kinda like the naturistic style.”

“That’s naturalist, genius.”

She flicked my ear. “Thanks, smartie.”

The bathroom door opened a crack and Tara, her hair still damp, poked her head out. “Hey, could one of you bring my clothes?”

“I got it,” Kayla said, ducking into her closet and pulling out a stack of garments. She handed them to Tara through the door.

“Thanks!” Tara’s voice called before the door closed again.

“I’m surprised she’s so modest now,” Kayla commented, bending her legs to pop the joints in her knees.

“How do you mean?”

“Like…wanting to dress in the bathroom. Closed door. After we’ve been naked for, like, half a day together.”

I shrugged. “Well, nothing’s going to happen, so…”

“Just interesting is all.”

Tara emerged a few minutes later, dressed in what looked like a running outfit: sweatpants, thin hoodie, even an athletic band for her hair. Again, maybe it was being naked for so long, but the sight of clothes still looked weird to me. Tara seemed to share my sentiments: “Fucking clothes,” she sighed, tugging at the tight collar of the hoodie.

“In a running mood?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nah, but it’s a good excuse for why I wasn’t home when the twins got up. If they’re up. Might still be asleep.”

“What if they ask where you were last night?”

“I closed the door to my bedroom. I’ll just tell them I turned in early. If they argue, I’ll just kick their butts until they agree.”

Kayla snorted with laughter. “God, I can’t wait till you live closer.”

“Me too, girl,” Tara said cheerfully, “Gotta head out. See you later?”

“You bet your sweet candy ass you will,” Kayla crowed, opening her arms for a hug.

Tara gave her a tight hug, then swatted her bare rear. “Honey, you’ve got the candy ass.”

“No, you do,” Kayla replied, giving Tara a spank through her tight pants.

Tara glanced over at me with a wicked grin. “How you doing over there, Jack?”

“Just fine,” I replied, though I certainly wasn’t complaining about the two hot chicks spanking each other in front of me.

“Bet you are,” Tara giggled before coming over and giving me as big and loving a hug as I had ever got from her, “Sorry about stuff…I still want to but I can wait till you’re ready.”

“Thanks,” I replied, squeezing her enough to lift her off the ground.

She squealed and kicked her legs a bit before I set her down. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, somewhat close to my lips, and waved. “See you soon, Jack!” she said before skipping out of the room, a ball of cheerful energy.

Kayla sighed. “God, I wish I had relatives like her,” she mused.

“What? That want to bang you?”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “No, smartass. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do.” I took her hand and pulled her in for a soft, warm hug. “What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, “What do you want to do? I mean, after our parents get home with both of us keeping a very chaste distance from each other.”

“Ha! Chaste!” I barked, “Well, I could shoot Joe and Belle a text, see if they wanna hang out.”

“Cool. Have you heard from Craig?”

“Not yet.”

“Mmm.” She let go of me and sighed. “Next week, back to school.”

“Goodie,” I replied in a humorless voice, “Hey, did your parents text yet?”

She picked her phone off the ground and checked it. “Not yet.” She tossed it on the bed. “I gotta go take a dump. Be right back.”

I snorted. “Sure thing, dude.”

“Girls take dumps too, ya knob,” she snapped amusedly, “I could be more graphic if you want.”

“I’m good,” I replied, folding my arms and sitting on the bed.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the bathroom, absentmindedly scratching her side. “When we get a house,” she said before closing the door, “There’s gonna be a strict No-Clothes policy. I like being naked.” She winked at me before closing the door.

When we get a house…was it too early to think about stuff like that? I mean, I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask her to marry me any time soon (who gets married in high school?) but…I smiled. It was a good thought.

I sighed heavily, the weight of Walburn’s death still heavy on my shoulders and a generous amount of ‘What the fuck?’ from last night still lingering around, but…I don’t know, it hit me in the gut a lot less. And it wasn’t because of the blowjob or the sex or anything. I mean, it helped but it didn’t really…I mean…Jeez, just trying to find words is tough. I guess a bit of that sunshine that I lost was coming back. Little by little, anyway. But things didn’t seem so dark, so depressing. Maybe I was just getting numb to it, but…

I smiled and shook my head. Why think about it? Things were going all right.

I stretched back, feeling my back crackle, before falling back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and fighting off the urge to doze. As I fought to keep my eyes open, something tickled my side. It didn’t bug me at first, since I just figured it was a muscle twitch, but then it did it again and I sat up. The hell…?

I glanced down to see Kayla’s phone lit up with 2 New Messages. Shit, her parents must be on their way home. I clicked open her phone to check what time they thought they were getting back but, to my surprise, the messages were not from her parents. I went back to the Messages library and scrolled up to the top of the list. Two New Messages from Jeff.

Jeff? Who the fuck was Jeff? I cycled through my mental rolodex but couldn’t think of anyone I knew at school named Jeff. I mean, Kayla had different classes than me but she never mentioned a Jeff or anything. At least, if she did, it was never in a capacity that would require him to have her number.

Who was Jeff?

I stared at the phone for a second, knowing it wasn’t really any of my business, but the little voice in the back of my head was egging me on, reminding me of those texts Kayla kept getting that put her in a foul mood. Maybe this was who was texting her. I could just take a look at what he’s saying and maybe try to fix the situation. Discreetly, of course, so she doesn’t have to find out I was going through her phone.

I glanced guiltily up at the bathroom for a second before clicking open her phone and looking at the messages.

Jeff: hey beautiful!

Jeff: how was ur Christmas??

‘Beautiful’. An icy trickled ran down my spine. Okay, okay, calm down. Maybe it’s just one of her relatives…a really distant one that I haven’t heard about before. And that apparently can make her upset and sour whenever he texts her.

I scrolled up through the messages, noting that he seemed to be texting her every few days, usually with a simple, ‘Hey beautiful!’ or ‘How’s it going, gorgeous?’ Yeah…a relative this is not. What stunned me was the volume of messages that were still there. I mean, if this was the guy who was texting Kayla and making her so upset, why wasn’t she deleting the texts? I’d seen her delete them…when I was around.

That icy feeling continued to crawl down my spine.

Every so often, Kayla would send back a response, usually a curt ‘hey’ with no follow-on message. Well, that’s good. I don’t know why she doesn’t block him, but…

However, as I started going back a couple of months, conversations started to blossom between the two of them. I checked the dates. September. Right when we started dating. The gist of them seemed to be Kayla tell this Jeff that she had met a new guy (most likely me) and we were going out. He seemed less than amused by this, telling her they could make the long-distance thing work out. She turned him down with more tact than I would have (though, to be fair, reading this made me want to find this guy and clock him).

Then came this section:

Kayla: Sorry, Jeff. No.

Jeff: You don’t even have to brake up with him!

Kayla: ‘Break’. And I’m not going to.

Jeff: I know but we can still fool around 😉

(Urge to kill…rising)

Kayla: No! Omg, what’s wrong with you?

Jeff: What’s wrong with me?? You told me you loved me!

Kayla: Well, sorry! Sorry if I led you on or whatever but I don’t love you.

Jeff: Thanks a ton! That makes me feel great! You tell me you love me, you fuck me, and then tell me it meant nothing.

Kayla: Sorry. It didn’t mean as much as you thought. Sorry.

I dropped the phone on the bed.

My stomach was still empty from last night but something sure as hell lurched in my belly, seizing it up like I’d been kicked by a horse. Those words were imprinted in my eyes… ‘…you fuck me…’

But it can’t be. I was her first. She told me…Didn’t she? I thought hard and fast.

Yeah, she did. When we first had sex, she had said she broke her hymen a couple of weeks before. Implying I was her first. But now…

What if it was just a figure of speech? No…it’s obvious what he’s talking about. And Kayla doesn’t even deny it.

The muscles in my arms seemed to drain of all their strength. Those three words kept flashing in my head, cycling through like one of those bits of stock info that roll around on those displays on Wall Street. Congratulations, Coach Walburn. You’ve been replaced in my brain. She had had sex before me…it wasn’t the fact that I wasn’t her first that upset me…okay, maybe it did a little…but she told me that…

No! No, there had to be an explanation! I mean…this guy, whoever the fuck he was…shit, this was the guy she had said she loved? I mean, yeah, she didn’t mean it; she had just wanted to feel wanted. That was it. She’d convinced herself of it and…but why would he say that if…

Was he trying to just get in her head? Possibly. Trying to make it seem like they did something more than they actually had. I mean, maybe they did go farther than just kissing or whatever but if they actually had sex, and she told me they didn’t…

I stared at the closed bathroom door. I wanted to go to her, to ask her about it, to demand…to…to ask for an explanation. I mean…why did she have to lie to me? Especially about that? Why had she not blocked this guy? Why hadn’t she just told me about it from the beginning? Why keep it a secret?

I looked at her phone, guilt lancing through my brain as I realized Escort Arnavutköy I had basically broken into her phone without permission. I mean, it was never expressly forbidden between us, except that we both observed common courtesy. Looking through her phone…it was like I was some paranoid, obsessive weirdo who didn’t trust his girlfriend.

Well, she did lie to me…

No, stop it! There had to be an explanation. There had to be…

It was a very long two minutes before the bathroom door opened and Kayla came out, a radiant smile on her face. “Much better,” she sighed, adding a little strut to her step, “Sorry, hope that doesn’t gross you out.”

“Nope,” I replied, trying to smile. My mind was racing, trying to figure out how I could bring it up without letting her know I went through her phone. That’s not the point, the voice in my head nagged, She lied to you. That’s the bigger issue.

She frowned. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just…” I tried to think of something but my mind refused to work. Brain functions were blocked up, flashing the message over and over in my head.

‘…you fuck me…’

Kayla put the back of her hand against my forehead and made a worried sound. “Hot,” she said, “I mean, you’re always hot. Obviously. But you’re gonna have to take it easy, hotshot.”

“Okay.” Seriously…let me form words with more than one syllable.

She kissed me lightly on the forehead. “I think we’ve got some medicine I can grab. Hang on a sec.” Before I could react, she picked up her phone and clicked it on. Shit…I didn’t back out of Jeff’s messages.

Shit.

Kayla’s smile slid off her face as the screen of her phone came to life. Her eyelids slid into a frown, then a look of horror as they traveled from her phone to me. Now, of all times, did I find my voice: “You got a message and I thought it might be your parents, and…”

“Oh.” That was all she said. She chewed her lip and set her phone on the bedside table. “Well…”

She was looking at the ground, her hair covering her face and her foot making small circles on the carpet. I watched her, wanting to say something but not knowing a single thing I could say that could lift the tension. I’d fucked up bringing up the subject and I had no clue how to proceed from here. I knew I had to bring up the message about…what they’d done but I was at least going to try to do it delicately.

How was I going to do it? Didn’t have a fucking clue.

Kayla cleared her throat and looked up at me, jaw set and eyes bereft of their usual spark. “Well, Jeff…he was the guy I told you about before who…I said I loved. Back in my old town.”

“I kinda figured.”

“Yeah, well…I got over him before he got over me. One day he just started texting me and…” She made a gesture with her hand. “I don’t like talking with him but sometimes if I respond he’ll leave me alone for a few days. Maybe he thinks I’ll message him back. I don’t know.”

“How…” Careful, Jack. Very careful. “How serious was it with him?”

She chewed her lip, turning her head slightly so that she addressed an area over my shoulder rather than look me in the face. “When I said I loved him, I didn’t mean it. I mean, I convinced myself I did, but it’s like convincing yourself you love peanuts when you really can’t stand them, just because you’re dating a person who likes them. You always know it’s not completely true, no matter what you say.”

“So…how serious was it?”

She sighed heavily. “Not very. Just regular boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.”

“Like?”

She looked at me suspiciously. “Do you want to ask me something?”

Shit. “I’m just curious.”

She stared at me levelly for a few moments before shrugging. “About as serious as Craig and I were, I guess.”

A lie. Another one. I felt a hot flash at the back of my neck as I said, “Craig?”

“Yeah. Heck, I might have been more serious with Craig.”

“You didn’t tell Craig that you loved him.” The anger was building, rising without anything to hold it back.

“No…but I didn’t have to convince myself to like Craig. At least at first.” She gave me a gamey smile. “So Craig wasn’t the worst boyfriend I’ve ever had. Imagine that.”

“Yeah…” Boiling.

“But I never told Craig I loved him.”

“You didn’t fuck him either,” I said in a strangled voice as the last bit of rational thought in my brain tried to kick in and prevent the words from leaving my mouth.

No use.

Kayla’s attention snapped fully on me and her face took on the exact same look that I must have had when I had read that message from Jeff. She had been leaning against the bedside table but now her butt slid on it and she had to catch herself, still staring at me in horror.

I immediately regretted saying it and started thinking desperately for a way to take it back. My mind broke free of the chains those three words had bound it in and began cycling through all possible options of explanation but…I couldn’t think properly. My mind couldn’t focus on anything. All I could see clearly was Kayla’s horrified expression and realizing that we were potentially entering an area even worse than when I had told her I kissed Tara.

What the hell do I do…

“I didn’t what?” Kayla said quietly, an emotion in her voice but too bedded down to make itself clear.

What do I do? Try to deny it? Cop to it? Her question seemed more rhetorical, meaning she knew damn well what I had said. Shit. I’m boned no matter which way I chose so…might as well bite the bullet:

“You didn’t have sex with Craig. That was the other big difference between him and Jeff.”

Kayla looked at her phone again, her face slowly twisting itself into a gruesome and heartbreaking mixture of anger and hurt. “You didn’t just read the new messages, did you?” she asked quietly.

I sighed. “No.”

“You went back through.”

“Yes, I did.” Then, before I could stop myself: “Why did you lie to me?”

Her breath caught in her throat. “I never said I didn’t have sex with him.”

The anger flared back up. “The first time we had sex, you said you had broken your own hymen a couple of weeks before. So unless he’s so small he couldn’t get to it when you fucked him…”

She winced when I said ‘fucked’ and I realized I was going too far. How do I pull back? How do I stop? Why the hell isn’t my brain working?

“Okay…Yeah, I lied about that,” she said, hurt overtaking anger on her face, “But what does it change, Jack? I mean, it doesn’t change how I feel about you. And it didn’t change what it meant for me the first time we had sex. At all.”

“Why did you lie?”

“I don’t know…I guess I just wanted it to be a new start, you know? A guy I really loved, making love for the first time…”

“You could have told me.”

“Jesus Christ, Jack, I know,” she said, her voice spiking, “You think I don’t feel shitty about it? But I’m telling you now.”

“After I found out on my own.” Brain, anytime you wanna stop my mouth, that’d be great.

Anger was coming back. “Yeah, about that…Why did you go through my phone?”

“Why didn’t you delete him?”

“Well shit, Jack, I guess I’m not perfect,” she replied acidly, “I don’t want him back or anything, I guess…Fuck, I don’t know, okay? I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

She looked at me expectantly for a bit. I just stared back. “Well?” she finally said.

“Well, what?”

“Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“For what? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You went through my phone!”

“You lied to me about me being your first!”

I had never seen her this angry. Well, okay, maybe I had, but it was different when it was directed at me. “Is that it, Jack? Is that what this is about? You not being the first guy inside me?”

“No! I mean, yeah, that’s there…but that’s not what—”

“Jack!” she said, stepping forward and taking my hands, “I…love…you! Isn’t that enough? I’m sorry I lied about it, okay? I’m sorry I kept it from you. But it’s not a big deal!”

“Lying to me isn’t a big deal?”

“What’s gotten into you, Jack? This isn’t like you.”

I didn’t know. I was so angry and I couldn’t keep it down. Part of me was fighting to keep it back but it was a losing fight. “Have you been keeping anything else from me?” I demanded.

“No!”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t want to have to wait another few months to find out something else I believed in was actually a lie.”

“I’m telling you this, Jack! I’m coming clean!”

“When I kissed Tara, I told you right away because honesty is supposedly important to you. That’s what you told me, right?”

“Yes…”

“So I can’t be mad at you for something you kept from me for months but I got a day of silence even though I had the decency to admit what happened?”

I was making mental notes to give myself a good punch for everything I said. I couldn’t stop myself (I was too angry) but the rational part of my brain was keeping score.

Kayla’s eyes were welling with tears. “I know you’re a good guy, Jack. I think that’s the first time you’ve ever thrown it in someone’s face.”

“I’m not trying to throw it in your face. I’m trying to figure out this double-standard that you seem to have.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m not perfect! What the hell do you want?” Angry tears were crawling down her cheeks. “I lied to you because I guess I just wanted to forget a really shitty time when I did something really stupid for a really stupid reason! Is that good enough for you?”

“This isn’t about being good enough!”

“Well, it seems like it is!” she snapped, wiping her cheeks roughly, “I mean…I was wrong to not talk to you for a whole day. I was wrong to keep it from you. I love you and I guess I was just scared that something like this would ruin what we had. I don’t know why but it was like…balance or something, I don’t know…”

Balance. That sounded familiar. A horrible thought occurred to me and it fell out of my mouth before I could examine it: “Is that why you suggested the threesome?”

If a pin had dropped, it would have created an echo. “What?” she asked in a voice so soft, I felt it more than heard it.

“Whose idea was the threesome?” I said, trying and failing to keep it from sounding like a demand, “Yours or Tara’s?”

She stared at me for a second, eyes too full of tears to read her expression, then swallowed and said, “Mine.”

I was silent for a little while, looking down at the ground and chewing my lip. “You said you were 100% on last night,” I said slowly, “Were you doing it because you really thought it would help Tara or because it would make us ‘even’?”

“How can you ask me that?” she said in a cracking voice, fighting to hold back tears. God, I was an asshole. “I did want to help her! I really did!”

“Kayla…did you want me to have sex with Tara to make us ‘even’?”

“What the fuck does it matter?!” she shrieked, swinging her fist and knocking the stuff off her bedside table. She put her face in her hands and wept. “I just want everything to be like it was before all this bullshit,” she said in a breaking voice, “Before you kissing Tara, before Brad, before all of that. When it was just you and me being happy together.”

I wanted to go and hug her but I got the feeling my touch wouldn’t be welcome. “I want that too, Kayla, but…I can’t ignore this.”

“Why?” she asked, turning to me and angrily wiping her eyes, “I had sex with a guy before you. It did nothing for me except hurt like shit when he put it in and then blew twenty seconds later. That dump I took just now meant more than that did.” I smiled a little at that and her mouth twitched a bit as well. “You actually made me cum. You made me feel wanted. Loved. Like you cared about me instead of just putting a notch on your bedpost. We made love. We didn’t fuck. If I lost my memory right now, there’d still be a part of me that remembered how amazing it was and how good it felt not here—” she pointed to her pussy, “—but here!” She pointed to her heart.

“It meant that much to me, too,” I said, feeling calmer but with rage still fighting like a caged beast in my chest, “And you were never going to be just a notch on my bedpost.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for lying about it and keeping it from you. It wasn’t something I thought you needed to know about.”

The rage burst free. “You said you wanted complete honesty!” I shouted, “You said not to worry about how you would feel! That if you needed to know, you needed to know! Does that not extend to me too?”

She backed up a little bit from my rage. “He’s not a threat, Jack,” she said in a quivering voice, “There’s nothing he can do. There’s no feelings for him anywhere.”

“Then why didn’t you block him if he was bugging you so much?” I demanded, my body shaking as I fought with the anger. Where the hell was it coming from? And why the hell couldn’t I stop myself? I wanted to…she didn’t deserve this, even if she had lied to me. It really wasn’t that big…not really. Why was I so angry? Why couldn’t I stop myself? Why couldn’t I fix this? Why couldn’t I stop things going out of control?

Why couldn’t I stop Coach Walburn from shooting himself?!

Kayla just shook her head and said, “I don’t know, Jack. I just don’t know.”

Why couldn’t I stop him? Why couldn’t I have helped him live another day?

I was hyperventilating, my head in my hands with my palms pressing almost painfully into my skull. Anger…rage…sadness…guilt…horror…regret…They all battled in my brain. I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t stop myself from hurting Tara. I couldn’t stop myself from shouting at Kayla. I couldn’t control my feelings.

Was it jealousy? Was I jealous of this guy who got to Kayla first? But Craig got to her first and I wasn’t…Yes I was. I couldn’t lie about that. I had been insanely jealous of Craig. Holy shit, what the fuck was wrong with me? I was losing control. I felt like I was on a tiny island in the middle of a vast ocean of sharks, each of them ready to snap me up if I made the slightest move.

I felt so helpless. I couldn’t stop other people from hurting themselves. I couldn’t stop myself from hurting other people. I couldn’t control my own fucking feelings and right now my brain would not shut the fuck up and give me some fucking piece and quiet, Jack, you motherfucking son of a fucking bitch! Why the fuck couldn’t you stop him from killing himself, you fucking cunt?! Why the fuck are you taking all of this out on the woman you love, you ass-end of a faggoty cock-pump?! You motherfucking pile of ass-raping, cock-sucking, limp-whore-muff cunting lucknutuckingassfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—

I opened my mouth to roar. Had any sound come out, it probably would have woken people in the next neighborhood. I needed to let out everything. It was tearing at my insides like barbed wire being dragged through my intestines. The rage, the regret, the sadness, the jealousy…I needed to let it all out. I opened my mouth, took a deep breath…

And nothing. No sound could come out. It all blocked up in my throat and I sat there, mouth agape, face red, unable to let out anything.

It was a few very long, very painful minutes before my throat started to clear and strangled breaths were able to come through. My chest heaving and sweat dripped from my head as my body shuddered its way back to something resembling normalcy. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Part of me wanted to cry. Part of me wanted to shout. Part of me wanted to apologize to Kayla. Part of me wanted to run out the door and just keep running until my heart exploded.

And part of me, and I didn’t know how prevalent or how big it was…but it was still there…wanted to find a way to end it all…

I needed to be calm. I needed to find a way to relax and let go of all this shit. To find that balance I needed.

I couldn’t…

My eyes slowly turned up to see Kayla looking at me with fear in her eyes. I didn’t blame her. With all that shit going on inside my body and in my head, I could only imagined what it looked like on the outside.

Damn…

“I’m sorry,” I said in a husky voice, still panting and fighting to get my emotions in check. It was a losing battle…but I was going to keep fighting. I had to. That thought…the one of ending it all…that scared me.

As I fought to get control of myself, a ringing pierced my ears. I thought at first it was just my ears ringing from all the effort of trying to get myself under control until I realized it was coming from my pants. My phone. Jeez, I’d almost forgot I had it.

Frankly, a lot of stuff I took for granted was suddenly seeming very foreign. If I had walked into my room at that moment, feeling as I did, I would have been as lost as if I had been on Mars.

I scrambled over the my pants, my limbs still feeling like jelly, and managed to tug my ringing phone out of my pocket and click it open. “Hello?” I said in a voice that still wasn’t under control.

“Jack?”

A man’s voice. Familiar, but… “Yes?”

“It’s Frank. From work?”

Frank…from work…Work! “Oh, yeah, hi. Hey, Frank. What’s up?”

“You okay, Jack?”

No. Hell no. Fucking hell no. “Yeah. I guess…yeah, totally fine. Why?”

“Well…where are you? You were supposed to be in half an hour ago.”

A weight of bricks dumped into my stomach and I felt like slamming my fist through the wall. That’s right. I’d been given Monday and Tuesday off with the understanding that I’d help with the post-Christmas slam the day after. Great…Impeccable attendance record officially down the shitter.

Lovely. Just one more stab to the gut.

“Oh, yeah! Frank, I’m so sorry! I completely forgot. It’s just been…well, it’s been kinda nuts and a lot of stuff has been—”

“Just hurry and get here, Jack. We’re dying.”

“Yeah, absolutely! I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

“Okay. Good.”

“See ya.”

I hung up, replacing the idea of putting my fist through the wall with putting my head through the wall. What a fucking wonderful day…

“I’m so late,” I said out loud, not really sure if I was directing it at Kayla.

“Sorry,” she replied, her voice free of emotion.

I looked up at her, wanting to convey in a look everything I didn’t have time to say. “I’ll talk to you after work,” I said, “If you want me to call or come over or…”

She thought about it while I struggled to dress myself quickly. “Well, our parents will be back so maybe we should wait?” The lack of anything other than crisp directness in her voice was chilling. I’d be less freaked out if she was actually screaming at me.

“I mean, we should keep talking,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head, “We need to. We’ll be calmer and we’ll figure out this whole…”

She nodded once. “Yes we will.” Nothing else.

“Kayla, I’m sorry it got so out-of-hand. I didn’t want to make you feel like crap or anything. I don’t think you’re a liar or that you did it because you’re…I don’t know…” Just stop talking, Jack, this isn’t helping.

She just looked at me, two tears quivering in her eyes. “I’m glad you don’t think that. Whatever it is.”

“I love you,” I said desperately, grabbing her gently by the shoulders, “I do. And I’m sorry about all this and I want to talk about it more…Calmly or whatever…When I can talk. I don’t even know what I’m saying right now. It’s just a bunch of—”

“You should hurry, Jack,” Kayla said with chilling politeness, “You don’t wanna be more late than you are.”

“Right…right…” I said, leaning in to give her a kiss, which she accepted. Her lips pressed against mine briefly and I felt them quiver. If I could separate myself from myself, I’d throw myself a huge beating.

“I love you,” I said again, using every ounce of that honest emotion from my heart to fuel those words into something that might begin to make up for the asshole I was for the last twenty minutes or so.

“I love you too,” she said, swallowing hard, “But, Jack…I just want you to know that you really, really hurt me. I know I hurt you too by lying to you, but…just thought you should know. So I can be completely honest with you.”

If Frank had still been on the phone, I would have told him I was too sick to come into work. Too late for that now, of course. I wanted to cry, to let all that regret I was feeling burst forth so Kayla and I could work this out right away instead of having feelings stew and simmer all day and potentially morph into something even worse than it already was.

But I couldn’t. I had to go to work. And maybe some space was what we needed.

“Bye,” I said, leaning in to kiss her again, this time on the cheek, filling the kiss with as much love as possible. It wasn’t going to make up for everything but it was something. We still had a lot more to talk about but I couldn’t just leave it on a note of animosity. I needed to give her something positive, even something as small as that.

I mean, after all…it’s not like either side was completely innocent. This wasn’t a question of who started it or who was more in the wrong but…well, balance again. Finding the equal ground where we could fix stuff and rebuild without feeling like one of us was more ‘right’ than the other. It had to be made right again. Kayla had been right…it would be great to go back to the way things were before all the bullshit.

My brain continued to babble on in undecipherable noises as I walked out of Kayla’s room, leaving behind the most hollow silence that had ever existed between us. I’d been scared by many things in my life but the silence that stretched until I was out her door was the first that pierced beyond the fear sensors in my brain and dug itself straight into my heart.

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I’m not going to pretend like every day at Gamestop was an absolute perfect day. I’d had more than my fair share of asshole customers, many of whom were so far-gone in their ‘holier than thou’ attitude that no matter what I said, they were going to leave pissed off. You learn to accept that in retail. To the customer, you’re being paid to deal with them being an asshole. It happens. And I’d learned to accept that. The majority of customers I dealt with were perfectly civil and receptive to the eagerness with which I helped them. The assholes? I still gave them my all, never letting on that I couldn’t wait for them to fuck off.

Basically, what I’m saying is that even though every day wasn’t perfect, it never got me down.

That wasn’t the case today.

Coming in late after an immaculate attendance record wasn’t the best place to start but add on top of that all the personal stuff and the swarm of greedy customers…yeah, it wasn’t a recipe for success.

The day fucking dragged. Normally being busy is good because the time goes by quicker but today…somehow it was busy and slow at the exact same time. Every customer I dealt with, whether they were just buying games or desperately wanting to know if the amount on a gift card was the same as the amount they were told was on it (and it always was), each interaction seemed like a small eternity and when it was finally over and I could look at the clock, only a couple of minutes had gone by.

It didn’t help that I was basically stuck in my head the entire day. Remembering everything that had happened over the past few days was bad enough, but now my mind had once again become a battleground between two moral sides. This time, it was a battle over how I should feel about Kayla having sex with this Jeff asshole before me. I know I was moving closer to understanding when I left Kayla but it’s a lot easier to be objective (I think that word applies here) when you don’t have the hurt face of the love of your life looking back at you.

On the one hand, she was with me now and she loved me and this guy was out of her life forever. She hadn’t responded to his texts in the longest time and the last time she did, she made it very clear that she wasn’t interested in him. She kept what happened from me, but…so what? It was in the past.

Then again, argued another part of my brain, was it really in the past? She hadn’t deleted his number from her phone. Why? Did she secretly like receiving the attention? Wasn’t my attention enough for her? Was I not giving her enough?

Of course I was! And she was giving me enough attention in return. It’s not like all of the feelings we’d had over the months we’d been together were predicated on the fact that she had been a virgin the first time we had sex. We said ‘I love you’ before we had sex. It wasn’t based on that.

But if it wasn’t based on that, why lie about it? Didn’t she trust that I could overlook that? That it really wouldn’t matter to me? That I would just be happy that she was with me now and our hearts belonged to each other?

But if it didn’t matter…why was I stressing so much about it? Our hearts did belong to each other. I was happy with her. I could overlook it.

Couldn’t I?

As much as I hated to admit it…there was a part of me that was jealous. Jealous that I wasn’t her first. Jealous that there was a guy who had been able to inspire the same lustful feelings in her that I had been able to. Yeah, they were stronger with me, but they had been there with this Jeff guy. What did she say…twenty seconds and he was done? Not an impressive pedigree but…they had still had sex…

God, why was this sticking in my head? It was an open-and-shut thing. She had sex with a guy before me, it meant nothing, it would never happen again. Obvious facts. And yet, for some reason, it was like vapor. Every time my brain tried to seize onto the idea, it seemed to dodge away. And it wasn’t really the fact that she lied. Yeah, I was angry that she lied, but it’s not like it was going to end the world or anything. I was angry at her, and yet…what was it that was keeping me from hammering down my emotions?

Maybe…

Maybe the jealousy was coming from the idea of that balance Kayla mentioned. She’d had sex with two guys in her life. I’d had sex with only one girl. And I planned to have sex with only one girl for the rest of my life, at least barring unforeseen circumstances, like a threesome or someth—

And there’s that thought again. Did Arnavutköy Escort Bayan Kayla try and set up the threesome with Tara to alleviate guilt? Bring balance or whatever? But why now? She could have suggested any other girl at school. Hell, she could have suggested it when Tara first came, but we were all distracted by Tara and Carson and all that other…

Hang on.

What if it was because I kissed Tara? I told Kayla about it right away. Maybe…maybe that made her realize she should have told me about this Jeff fucker long ago and it started eating at her. Maybe she wanted to get me together with Tara because then it would balance out everything in her mind. I mean, yeah, it would help with all the shit that came up between the three of us, but…

A hand slapped on the counter. “Yo, can you ring me up?” the guy said, waving a pair of games in my face, “I got a life I need to get back to.”

“Sorry,” I replied, taking them from him and scanning them into the register.

I was trying really hard to keep a pleasant countenance but the idea that Kayla may have been trying to use that threesome to cover up guilt…It was like a volcano of rage inside me slowly growing to explosion.

There was a lancing pain in my brain, just above my eye, for the rest of the day. By the time five o’clock rolled around and I was able to leave, I would have given anything for a nice, stiff drink to kill my brain for a while. It was an awful day and I couldn’t see it getting better when I got home.

I was pulling on my coat when Frank stuck his head out from the back. “Hey, Jack, come back here for a second.”

I sighed and walked into the back, ready to get a reaming for coming in late. “Frank, I’m sorry. I’ve just been having a lot of—”

He waved his hand, cutting me off. “Is there anything I can do?” he asked.

I blinked. “Huh?”

“Look, you wanna look at if from a business perspective, you’re a damn good worker which means you’re a damn good asset. We lose a damn good asset, it’s gonna be pretty damn bad for business.”

“I don’t know if I’m that damn valuable,” I replied.

He smirked a little and continued: “You wanna look at if from a personal perspective, you’re a good kid, Jack. Not just a good worker. And when I see you having a frown and muttering when I usually think I need to tie you down so you don’t float away on a bubble of joy, that gets me worried. Being late? Who cares? Happens to everything. But this…” He gestured around his face. “The whole depressed thing…doesn’t look good on you, Jack. And if I can help, I will.”

I smiled a little. “Thanks, Frank, but it’s stuff I gotta take care of on my own.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Still dealing with the girlfriend?”

I sighed. “Yeah, but this time it’s something different.”

“Oh? The other thing get worked out?”

“Yeah, but now it’s another thing. And it’s on her.”

He made an ‘eesh’ expression. “I hope you’re not planning on saying that to her face.”

“Of course not. But…I’m just trying to work through it and everything. Like, do I get mad at her or not. That sort of thing.”

He shrugged. “Well, you know the situation better than me. All I’m gonna say is to just be careful bringing it to work. If you can’t escape the personal crap at work, it’s gonna eat at you no matter what you do.”

Wonderful. “Thanks Frank.”

“No problem. I hope things get better.” I nodded and turned to leave. “And remember!” I turned back. He pointed at me. “A damn good asset.”

I smirked. “Thanks.”

It was a long car ride home, partly because I got stuck in the fucking red-light cycle and hit every single one on the way home and partly because my brain wouldn’t shut the hell up for a minute. I know you’re probably getting tired of hearing everything that was bugging me but just imagine what it’s like having it run through your head on constant repeat like a little kid shouting in your ear.

I tried to push it to the back of my mind, turn it into white noise so I could just focus on the road, but it was some pretty damn loud white noise. And every time I had to go back to concentrating on the road, whether it was a turn or a green light, the white noise would suddenly become intelligible again and the battle would begin again. Angry or not angry. Jealous or not jealous. What the fuck do I do?

That last one I had no answer for. I knew I needed to talk to Kayla again but how the hell do I approach her after the way I left her this morning. Even if the part of my brain that said I should be mad at her won out, there was no way I was going to start a conversation with her like, “How dare you keep that from me?!” Not if I valued my nuts.

Jesus…until like four months ago the closest I had come to sex was porn on the computer and my dick in my hands. Now it was like every decision I made was dependent on it. Sex here, sex there…Damn.

Worse than money.

I finally made it home after what seemed like hours. I shut off the car and looked up at Kayla’s window. I wanted to go over and talk to, just to clear everything up if not figure it out, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet at least. After such a shitty day at work, I needed some time to clear my head. Besides, our parents were home and I at least needed to say hi to mine.

Delaying? Absolutely. I wish I was strong enough to face it now but I didn’t trust myself much anymore.

Amanda and Alan were making out in the living room when I walked in. “Hey Jack,” Amanda said cheerfully, pulling away from Alan with the sound of a plunger being pulled from a drain.

“Jesus Christ!” I hissed, “The fuck are you doing?”

They looked at each other. “Making out,” Alan replied with the tone one uses on an idiot kid.

“Tara’s here!” I whispered, “So are mom and dad!”

“They’re upstairs sleeping,” Amanda explained calmly, resting her head against Alan’s, “And Tara’s been in her room all day.” She frowned. “I don’t think she’s feeling too good.”

I bet, I thought with a guilty surge hitting my chest. “Well, just be careful,” I replied lamely.

“Will do,” Amanda said as Alan pulled her face to his. After their first free night together, it seemed like they couldn’t wait to make up for lost time.

I stalked up the stairs, careful to not make too much noise. If my parents were asleep (so the first thing they want to do after a drive from a hotel is…sleep so more?) the last thing I wanted to do was wake them and have to deal with them. They’d pick up on everything that was going on right away and I couldn’t avoid them. Not after these past few days. I just couldn’t keep my defenses up anymore. I was sick of trying to avoid talking about it.

Instead, I knocked on Tara’s door. “Yeah?” came her voice from the other side of the door.

“It’s me,” I replied.

There was a moment of silence before she opened the door, a wan smile on her face. “Hey,” she said, stroking my arm for a second, “How was work?”

“Not good.”

She frowned. “Why not?”

“Just…” I was sick of avoiding difficult discussions…but that doesn’t mean I wanted to have them.

“Everything go okay after I left?”

The anger flared up again. No, everything was not okay. The asshole part of my brain was winning out. Kayla dangled Tara in front of me just so I would fuck her and then we’d be ‘equal’. No discussion with me, of course. She couldn’t handle just telling me what had happened and owning up to a lie. She had to be sneaky about it. Dishonest. We loved each other and yet she didn’t trust me to handle something like that.

How could she? After everything we’d been through. After all the stuff with Craig, Brad, kissing Tara…I didn’t deserve to know something as small and supposedly meaningless as me not being her first. I could have handled that! Why didn’t she trust me?

I looked up at Tara, her beauty striking me as it always had. Well, if Kayla wanted me to fuck her, why not? That would make us equal. I’m sure Tara wouldn’t mind. Hell, she’d probably love it. And maybe I’d keep it a secret for a while, see how Kayla likes…

As the thought streaked across my brain, taking no more than a nanosecond to do so, my body seemed to fall into limbo and time stopped. I was suspended in the full meaning of that thought and everything that it implicated. Slowly, gradually, the horror of it started to dawn on me. Cheat on Kayla…keep it from her…lie knowingly…maliciously…just to get back at her for something she had not done to hurt me…

My stomach heaved and I staggered away from Tara and down the hall to the bathroom, where I immediately puked into the sink, tears streaming down my face as the hot bile burned my mouth. How could I think that? Why would I think that? What the fuck was wrong with me?

Eventually the puking stopped and I coughed and spat into the sink, rising it out with the tap before swishing some water in my mouth to clean out the remaining gunk. The taste lingered…as did the guilt.

And hand touched my shoulder and I jumped in surprise. It was Tara. “Sorry,” she said, pulling her hand back.

“No, no,” I replied, wincing as my stomach throbbed painfully, “It’s okay. I just…haven’t been feeling good today.”

She put the back of her cool hand against my forehead. “No wonder. You’re burning up!” She took her hand away and gave me a small smile. “Guess I don’t have to be offended then.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you looked at me like I was a walrus or something and then ran in here to puke. What was I supposed to think?”

I laughed painfully. “It wasn’t you. Trust me.”

She put a hand gently on my shoulder. “Let’s get you in bed.” I gave her a look. “Ha, ha. Not like that, doofus.”

I managed to compromise with her on the whole resting thing. I agreed that I would just take it easy for a while rather than lie down and get some sleep. I wasn’t tired and, frankly, I was scared about the nightmares I might have with all the shit going through my brain. Tara looked less than convinced but didn’t seem to want to argue and told me to let her know if there was anything she could help me with.

I studied her the entire time we talked. I don’t know exactly what I expected after last night. I mean, yeah, this morning she was perfectly fine but I didn’t know how much of that was for Kayla’s benefit. Besides, she had plenty of time alone here to reflect on all of it. I sensed a melancholy in her, especially when our eyes met, but nothing that caused me any worry. No more so than being turned down for a date by your crush…Okay, yeah, that sucks and so did being turned down by me, I imagine, but she was making a good effort not to let whatever pain she might be feeling show.

And I could still remember when we would have mud fights in my grandparents’ yard. Now here we are. Damn…

I wanted to repeat what I had said last night: that I loved and would do anything for her and maybe it would be a better idea to wait until we weren’t in such a fucked-up state of mind. At least, until I wasn’t. But I didn’t want to reopen that door and I’m sure she didn’t either.

As soon as she left, the mass feed reopened in my mind and all I could do was sit there like a statue as it ran through my mind. Mad or not mad. React or not react. How did I feel about it? What should I feel about it? And why? What should I do? Should I do anything?

Repeat after repeat after endless repeat. It was going to be a long night.

Or, at least, it probably would have been if my phone hadn’t rang what seemed like only seconds later. Actually (looking at the clock), I had been sitting motionless for about fifteen minutes. Stupid brain…

I picked up my phone and checked the Caller ID. Craig.

Wait…Craig? The shock was enough to knock out most of the whirlwind of regret and pain that had been swirling in my brain. Sure, he called me and texted me often enough but…I don’t know, he’d been out of the picture for the past couple of days and so much had happened that it was easy to forget that he was a friend now.

Another thing I couldn’t have suspected a few months ago…

I clicked open the phone. “Hey Craig.”

“Hey Jack! Everything okay?”

“Huh?”

“Amanda texted me a couple days ago and said something had happened. You okay, man?”

“You didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?”

I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes. “Coach Walburn is dead.”

The phone was silent. I couldn’t even hear him breathing. After a minute, his voice crackled through: “Dead?”

“…Yeah.”

“How?”

I swallowed hard, telling myself to buck up and just deliver the facts. “He shot himself.”

“Fuck me…But…Why did Amanda text me about you?”

“…I was there.”

“Dude…No way.”

“Yep,” I sighed, falling back on my bed, “Shot himself right in front of me. You remember that day he made us wrestle?”

“Yes.” I didn’t know if it was the phone but Craig’s voice was cracking even more.

“Well, apparently he and his wife found out his son was killed over in Iraq or somewhere and he went a little nuts and…Well, when I saw him, he looked like shit. His wife was gone and…he didn’t have anything left to live for so…Bang.” My mouth was on autopilot. That’s why I was sounding like an insensitive cunt. Please don’t hate me.

“Oh.” Craig was silent again.

“Yeah…”

“Well fuck, man. That’s just…”

“Craig? You okay?” Another voice came in through the phone.

“Becca? Is that you?” I said.

“Hey Jack. Craig, what’s wrong?”

“Coach Walburn’s dead.”

“Oh my God,” Becca gasped, “How?”

“Shot himself…Because his family was gone and he didn’t have a job…” It wasn’t the phone. Craig sounded like he was about to cry. “It’s my fault.”

“What? No it’s not!”

“Yes it is, babe. He got fired because he made Jack and me wrestle.”

Oh, fuck. “No, Craig, wait,” I said, waving my hand uselessly (like he could see it), “It wasn’t you, man. You didn’t know.”

“Dude, I volunteered, remember? To wrestle you when he made you get up there? If I hadn’t…”

“He would have picked someone anyway. You didn’t—”

“I fucking choked you…If we had just been…I don’t know, trying grips or something, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten in as much trouble…”

“Craig, it had nothing to do with you. I’m as much to blame as you.” No, no, no, no, no. Fuck, why didn’t I think about this? Why didn’t I consider how Craig might feel? I should have known better…

“Craig, baby…It’s okay.”

I could hear Craig’s sobs. “I wish I had stopped being an asshole earlier…Maybe I would have—”

“Don’t think like that,” Becca said soothingly, “Please don’t…Craig…”

He choked back sobs and said, “Jack…I’m sorry for all the shit I put you through. I’m sorry for trying to choke you in class and…Fuck, he’s really dead?”

Feeling like an absolute asshole, I replied, “Yeah, but it’s not your fault, man.”

“If it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t have lost his job…”

“It would have been someone else, man. Come on, don’t worry about it.” I desperately tried to think of another conversation topic. “How was your Christmas? How’s Carson?”

“Jack,” Becca said, “Can Craig and I have some alone time?”

“Sure.” Fucking wonderful job, Jack. Craig wants to help you feel better and you make him feel like he’s responsible for what happened to Coach Walburn. Fucking…fantastic!

“I’ll message you later. Bye Jack.”

“Bye,” I replied, keeping the phone to my ear even after I heard the click and the line went dead.

I didn’t have any abuse left in my brain for myself. Frankly, I didn’t have any brain left for myself. I was so tired and weary and just wanted…nothing. There was nothing I wanted. If I slipped into a coma at that moment, it would probably be welcome. What a great fucking Christmas this had been.

Another half-hour of motionlessness passed with me trying to sort out my thoughts. First priority was, obviously, talk to Kayla. Try and work this whole thing out. Mad or not, we’d been together too long and our emotions ran too deep to allow this to create yet another gap between us. I grabbed my phone and shot her a message.

Me: Hey, I’m off work.

Second priority was…what? I had been thinking about talking to Tara but even as the thought crossed my mind, it looked less and less appealing. Last night was still fresh and I doubt we’d be able to have any conversation without it eventually creeping up. At least, I wouldn’t be able to; I barely kept from mentioning it when I saw her a little while ago. My intention was to get us back to how things were supposed to be: her and me as raucous and carefree as we had always been around each other. Last night having happened so recently…uh uh, not happening.

Part of me whispered that, after everything that had happened between us on this vacation, it would never be the way it was ‘supposed’ to be. I turned away from that thought. I wasn’t ready to face it.

I thought about texting Joe or Belle but figured, with my track record today, it would only make things worse for them. No way I could text Craig or Becca, not with how things must be going for them. Alan and Amanda were busy being amorous and talking to them could only break that up. So there I was, stuck all alone, too terrified to talk to anyone. Oh, happy day.

Ten minutes brought no response from Kayla. I sighed and figured she was probably still pissed at me. Great. What else could I fuck up today? I rubbed my face, feeling exhausted without feeling tired. Had to wake up. Had to stay functional or I’d drive myself crazy.

I walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, the cold liquid sparking my nerves and jolting me to a slightly higher state of awake. I let the water dribble down my face, streaking my skin and chilling my skin enough to keep me alert. The towel wasn’t necessary; I needed the chill.

I looked at myself in the mirror, the haggard, depressed, and sullen-faced guy staring back at me very different than what I normally saw. Part of me was hoping I’d have one of those surreal experiences where the image would come to life and tell me exactly what I needed to do. Sort of a Twilight Zone thing.

Okay, yes, it was a stupid thought but I would have grasped at the shadows of straws at this point.

As I stared at myself, I noticed some of the water drops had started to slide into my hair. I brushed it away, the wet hair streaking back under my finger. My eyes stayed on that wet streak, shiny and unnatural in the rest of my tousled brown hair.I put my finger back up to it, rubbing that spot. What would it be like if a bullet broke through it? I mean, yeah, bullets are fast, but is there like a second that you feel pain before lights-out?

I pressed the point of my finger into the wet spot. The pain flared up quickly but I didn’t pull it away. It felt solid but one tiny bullet and this ‘hard’ skull would explode like Styrofoam and splatter brains and blood all over the place…Just like Coach Walburn…

The finger dug in harder.

What was the last thought in his mind? Was he remembering his family? Hoping that he’d see his son as soon as the bullet did its job? Did his entire life actually flash in front of his eyes?

My temple screamed in pain but I didn’t stop pressing.

What would be the last thought in my head? Like, if I grabbed a gun right now and shot myself…What would I be thinking about? How I’d fucked everything up? The nasty words I had said to Kayla before leaving? And if my entire life flashed before my eyes, would I get only the good stuff? Or would I have the nasty stuff in there as well?

What would it be like for everyone? I know everyone would be really hurt for a while but how quickly would they move on? How would they move on? Would Kayla be able to find another guy? Would Tara have the courage to find the right guy? Joe and Craig…they could probably figure stuff out. Mom and dad…well, they had Alan and Amanda. And they had each other.

Life would go on…

If I was going to Heaven or Hell, would I be there right away? Pull the trigger and boom, roasting in hellfire or floating on a heavenly cloud?

Wonder what that would be like…

I was actually starting to notice the pain when there was a knock on the door, taking me out of my head. I pulled my finger away, the spot where I had been pressing still screaming in protest. I caught my own eyes in the mirror again and the entirety of thoughts that had been passing through my mind in the last few seconds hit me like a sledgehammer. Holy shit…my hand went to my mouth as my stomach lurched.

What the fuck had I been thinking…

The door knock came again and I opened it to find Amanda and…Kayla. “You okay?” Amanda asked, looking at my wet face.

“Uhh…” I grabbed the hand towel and wiped away the wetness. “Yeah, fine. Hey Kayla.”

“Hey Jack,” she replied with a small smile.

Amanda, sensing awkwardness in the way only she could, glanced down the stairs. “I think I hear a thing down there. I’m just gonna go do…thing…” With one last odd look at us, she went downstairs to go do ‘thing’.

Kayla looked at me in the eyes for a second before saying, “Jack, I—”

I glanced quickly at Tara’s room and cut in: “Hang on.” I took her hand and led her down to my room, making sure to close the door behind me.

I turned back to her, fully intent on saying everything that was on my mind, but looking into her eyes took away my ability to speak. Usually, this was a good thing; swooning over her beauty and all that. But now…all I could remember was the look she gave me when I was snapping at her this morning. The hurt and anger that had been directed at me for the first time that I could remember. It wasn’t there now but…you don’t forget that look.

Kayla frowned slightly before recovering and holding out something to me. “You left these this morning.”

The books she got me for Christmas. Of course. I’d completely forgotten about those. “Thanks,” I said, taking them, “I promise I’ll start reading them right away.”

“Awesome.”

Another awkward pause. Kayla’s arms were folded and she was glancing around the room, occasionally catching my eye as we both waited for the other to speak. The last time I’d been this stuck for words around here was when we first met…and then for completely different reasons.

Finally, Kayla cleared her throat slightly and said, “Jack…I’m sorry I kept what happened with Jeff from you. You did deserve to know. But…well, I still don’t think it was…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “What you said still really hurt and…being completely honest, I’m still mad at you about it. But—”

“I’m sorry,” I cut in.

She looked up. “I wasn’t—”

“Kayla…when I was in the bathroom, I was thinking about what it would be like to blow my brains out.”

Her face turned pale. “Jack, don’t you dare—”

“I’m not going to!” I said quickly, “And I’m not really sure I was thinking about doing it…I don’t think. I think…it was more of a ‘what if?’ kinda thing but it scared me. A lot.”

Her eyes were wide. “Was it because of this morning? Is that why you were thinking about it?”

“I think it was longer than that. I just…” My throat tightened a little and I took a shuddering breath. “I still see Coach Walburn shooting himself over and over and over in my head. I know you were trying to help me forget it last night but…it all came back this morning. Everything he said about losing his family…fighting with you made me think about losing you and I don’t know if—”

“Jack!” Kayla said, taking my hands, “You aren’t going to lose me! Don’t you dare think that!”

“It’s been eating at me,” I said, feeling panic rise in my voice, “And I can’t think straight anymore. I can’t…I don’t feel like me. I’m scared, Kayla. Every time I’ve tried to talk to people today, I fuck it up. Work sucked. Then Craig called me and he feels like what happened to Coach Walburn was his fault and…” I had to stop and take a few deep breaths to hold off what felt like an oncoming panic attack.

“It wasn’t his fault. And it wasn’t yours either!”

“I think I got so angry this morning because…having this in my head isn’t letting me think straight. I’m not using that as an excuse. It’s not. I said some really shitty stuff and I still feel angry that you lied and that this Jeff guy is still trying to get in your life but I don’t know how much of that is because of…” I tapped the side of my head.

“Jack…”

I ran my hand roughly over my face, feeling exhausted in every part of my body. “I need help with this,” I said slowly, “And you were so great, sweetie. I know how much you wanted to help me.”

“You don’t think I just set up the threesome out of guilt?” she asked, an edge in her voice. Fresh wound.

I sighed. “I don’t know, Kayla. I know you wanted to help me and…even if that was part of it, I know you really were trying to help me. But I don’t know if this is something either of us can work through. Even together…I mean, did you ever go through something like this?”

She shook her head. “What are you going to do, then?”

“There was a doctor…psychologist or whatever. At the police station a couple of days ago. He gave me his card. I think I’m going to give him a call.”

“You should. And you should have told me. Maybe that would have been a better way to help than…” The unfinished words hung guiltily in the air.

“Kayla, this isn’t something I want to do alone. Trust me, it means the world to me that you tried to help. And not just because of the sex. I mean, yeah, that was awesome like usual…” She smiled a little, “But I don’t want this shit in my head to fuck up stuff like this morning.”

“Well, we still need to talk about it,” she said, looking at me levelly, “It’s not something that’s just going to go away.”

“I know.” I looked at her, feeling all the shame of what had happened flaring up under her gaze. “I’m sorry about what I said. I love you and…We will talk about it, I promise. I just want to make sure I can talk about it without having all this shit I feel make me stay stuff I don’t want to.”

“Okay.”

I held out my hand to her. “But I want your help, too. The doctor isn’t going to see me all the time. I need your help more than anyone’s.”

She looked at me for a second before sliding her hand into mine. “I’m here, Jack. And you were wrong. The doctor will help but we will get through this. Together.”

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Man’s WorldMy name is Aditi, except my daddy everyone else calls me Adi. I am nine months pregnant. The doctors say that I will deliver my boy any day. Yes I know… they told me it is a boy.Damn this pregnancy, I am convinced that it will kill me. I became so huge that everyone said I was going to have twins but the doctors established that it was only a boy thank God for that.A month back I had some spotting and was rushed to the hospital. After ten days the doctors sent me home, though I was still feeling miserable, to die. They insisted that I am okay and advised me complete bed rest. You know how these doctors are nowadays you can’t believe them anymore.Let me tell you something in confidence, they prefer that their patients die at home rather than in the hospital because nobody would know that they have lost a patient or two. This is how they maintain their reputation.Omigosh! I am bored to death. I have no one to keep me company except for the idiot box and this computer. Even the stupid cable guy is conspiring against me. He has stopped showing the programs I like. Probably he also knows that I am going to die. I have four maids but now when I need them they are not here.Ouch! The little rascal is kicking me. Akaash (I have already named him. Akaash means sky. I hope you like the name? If not who cares) is impatient to see the world and why not after all it is a man’s world. He would in all probability want to meet his parents also. This is where my problem starts because I myself don’t know who his real father is.No, no it is not what you are thinking. I am happily married and have been since over a year. When I conceived him four virile young men, including my husband, were fucking me day and night for two weeks. Confusing isn’t it?Before my end comes let me try and explain how all this came about. Perry Mason always advises his clients that the best way to narrate a story is to start from the beginning but I am not going to do that just because some stupid lawyer said so.Let me tell you what I will do. I will begin from a year after, then go back to the beginning and then proceed from where I left off. Got it? I suppose not. Let me explain…omigosh even I find it confusing.Best is, I start writing; you just sit back and try to make some sense out of it. Agreed?Good! Tighten your seat belt; we are ready to take off.Few years ago on a cold January afternoon Sarita and I were sitting in my room. She was checking her e-mail and I was glancing through a fashion magazine.Sarit and I loved surfing. Together we surfed the net for hours. We loved visiting pornographic sites specially the ones that showed naked men. We looked at the huge cocks and discussed as to how it would feel to have one of those big ones up our cunts.We also frequented many chat rooms. Chatting with people using false identities. To get cheap thrills we enjoyed using vulgar words, which we couldn’t do in our daily life. We also got in the habit of using these words when we were alone.Sarit was a member of many sites, which posted erotic stories. Some of them even sent them in her mail. We would read the erotic stories together, get horny and masturbate like hell.’Adi come let us surf the net’ Sarit asked me.’You go ahead I am not in the mood’ I replied, ‘besides I must return this magazine to the library later this evening’.’Okay if that is what you want’ Sarit replied making a face.This is how it happened that she was checking her mail and I was reading a magazine.’Adi have you read this story?’ Sarit asked me.’No what is it about?’ I asked absentmindedly.’It is about a young girl who was deflowered by her jija (Brother in law – sister’s husband)’ Sarit giggled.’Hmm’ I responded without looking up from my magazine.’Look, here is a story written by a boy about how he fucked his sister’s best friend on Holi’ she said.(Holi is an important Hindu festival. In the west Holi is better known as the Festival of Colors. On Holi people visit friends and relatives, put dry color and colored water on each other. It is celebrated in spring each year. Many believe it heralds the onset of summer)”So’ I replied still engrossed in my magazine.’Adi you are not paying attention’ she said snatching the magazine.’Of course I am listening to you’ I replied retrieving my magazine.’Okay tell me what I said?’ she asked. The truth was that I had not heard a word. Sarit’s favorite topics were boys and sex so I took an educated guess.’You said something about a boy fucking a girl’ I replied hoping to score a bull’s eye.’No I did not’ she complained, ‘I told you, ‘you were not listening’.’Sorry Sarit tell me again’ I said closing the magazine, ‘I’m all ears’. She repeated what she had said.’Why are you telling me all this?’ I asked puzzled.’Kyonki meri pyaari Adi teri choot bhi tau tere jiju ne Holi a mauke pe phardi thi (Because, my dear Adi, your jiju (Jija = jiju = sister’s husband) also deflowered you on the occasion of Holi’ she said giggling.’Why this sudden interest in what jiju and I did last Holi’ I inquired raising one eyebrow.’Don’t you understand your story has both the ingredients first saali (wife’s sister) -jija angle and the festival of Holi. You should also write your story and post it on the net’ Sarit suggested.’Hai nahin! Main sharam se mar jauingi (Omigosh no! I will die of shame)’ I replied blushing.’There is nothing to be embarrassed about. No one will know who you are’ she replied then sitting up straight in her chair, pointing her big twin peaks at me added in her best pucca sahib accent, ‘net is anonymous you know’.’Lagta hai tu pagal ho gayi hai (It seems you have gone mad)’ I replied laughing.’Nahin main pagal nahin hoon (No I am not insane). Just think about it’ she said then changing the subject added, ‘I hear jiju is coming for a visit on this Holi also’.’Oh yes he is coming’ I sighed.’How does it feel?’ she asked.’Jiju ke aane ke baare main soch soch kar mere dil main kuch kuch hota hai (Just thinking about jiju’s visit makes my heart go pitter patter)’ I replied truthfully.’Arre pagali main tere dil ke baare main nahin poonch rahi hoon, bata teri pyari choot ka kya haal hai (Stupid girl I am not asking about your heart, tell me how does your dear cunt feel)’ she giggled poking my crotch with her finger.’Oh meri choot ka bura haal hai? Jab se suna hai jiju aa rahain hain, woh nadi ki terah beh rahi hai rukne ka naam hi nahin leti (Oh my cunt is in a terrible state? Since I have heard about jiju’s coming it is flowing like a river. It would just not stop)’ I giggled.’Don’t worry jiju will put a cork in it and stop the flow’ she laughed.’I hope so. I am looking forward to it’ I sighed clasping the magazine to my breasts.’Sarit I have heard that your jijaji is also visiting you folks this Holi. My advice is that you let him plug your cunt. You will love it’ I suggested grinning.’Na baba na main jaissi hoon achchi hoon (No thanks I am fine as I am)’ she replied, ‘waisse bhi mere jijaji aisse nahin hain. Woh ek gentleman hain aur mujhe ek lady ki terah treat karte hain (Anyway my jijaji is not like that. He is a gentleman and treats me like a lady)’.’You mean to say that your jijaji is a gentleman and my jiju is a rogue?’ I retorted throwing the magazine at her.’Remember you said it, I didn’t’ she laughed ducking my missile, ‘Sorry Adi I must run, I promised to help mama clean the store today’.’Achcha mera jiju badmash hai? Main tujhe dikhati hoon (So my jiju is a rogue? I will show you)’ I muttered to myself after Sarit had left, ‘agar maine iss Holi per teri choot main tere gentleman jijaji se daat nahin lagwayi tau mera naam Aditi nahin (if, on this Holi. I don’t get your cunt plugged by your gentleman jijaji then my name is not Aditi)’.Frankly I had no intention of telling you in detail about jiju and me but now that Sarit has blown the whistle I might as well tell you how it happened. But before proceeding any further let me give you some background about our families and us for better understanding.Sarita is my best friend. We grew up together. There are no secrets between us. We confide everything in each other including our most personal things. We are so close that many a times we take a shower together, kissing, hugging and touching each other. No we have no lesbian tendencies but do it just for fun. Sarit is a couple of months younger to me. Our thinking, tastes and reaction to most issues is about the same except that in a tense situation Sarit gets nervous very quickly. Another difference is our looks.Sarit is 5′ 6″ tall, fair and slim with short bobbed hair. She is pretty but not a head turner. You can’t say this about her boobs. They have turned many a heads. Omigosh, they are big. Sorry big is not the right word: they are huge, like two mini Mount Everest peaks. I always tease her by saying, ‘Sarit be sure to marry a mountain climber. An ordinary man will never be able to climb on top of you on your wedding night and you will remain a virgin all your life’.In contrast I, Aditi am no taller than 5′ 3″, with wheatish complexion, slim and have long black hair. My boobs are small. When I tease Sarit about the size of her boobs she retaliates by calling my boobs miserable looking pimples or mosquito bites.Another fact that brought us so close to each other was that our fathers are also great friends. They had been class fellows in school and college. In other words they did all things that boys do together. After their education they started their own businesses. They invested in land in the same colony and built their houses around the same time. I would not be surprised if the architect and the contractor were also the same. Sarit’s house is about seven minutes walk away from mine.We are five members in my family, my parents Ravi and Seema Razdan, my elder sister Madhu, my thirteen-year-old younger brother Hemant (Hemu) and I. Our two-storied house is built on a 500 sq. yard plot. Drawing room, dining room, kitchen and a guest room along with stores etc. are situated on the ground floor and three bedrooms with attached bathroom, one for the parents, one for us sisters and one for Hemu, are on the first floor.About five years ago my father developed some problem in his knees, making it difficult for him to climb stairs. As a result my parents shifted to the guestroom on the ground floor and we three bachcha party enjoyed the luxury of not having to share a room.Sarit’s father being more affluent constructed a palatial house on a 1000 sq. yard plot. There are only four members in Sarit’s family, her parents Romesh and Lila Singh, an elder sister, Rashmi and her.Three years ago my sister Madhu married Mohan. Four months later Rashmi also got married to Abhishek (Abhi). Like Sarit and me both Madhu didi (Didi= respectful term used to address an elder sister) and Rashmi didi were of nearly the same age, class fellows and great friends.Are you guys still with me? Please raise your hand if something is not clear. No hands! Good now let me get on with the story. In case I have forgotten something I shall elaborate during the flight.Two days before last Holi jiju and Madhu didi came to visit us and moved into Madhu didi’s room on the first floor. Didi was seven months pregnant. Their plan was that after spending his one-month vacation jiju would return leaving didi behind for the delivery and return three months later to take her and the baby home.It was a special Holi. No, no not because what happened between jiju and me but because daddy was the president of the “Residents Welfare Society” of our colony. Elaborate arrangements had been made as many guests were expected. Several tubs were rented and filled with water of different colors. A halwayi (a person who specializes in cooking sweets and snacks) was hired to prepare sweets and other snacks. Our servant, Bhola was in charge of making thandayi and bhang.(The Concise Oxford Dictionary defines Bhang as an Indian hemp used as narcotic and intoxicant. It can be smoked, chewed, eaten and drunk).NOTE: Traditionally bhang mixed in thandayi is served on Holi. Some people go to the extent of mixing bhang in sweets and other snacks also. Thandayi, a cooling drink, is made of grounded dry fruits predominantly almonds, herbs and select spices blended with cold milk or water.It was a fine sunny day. The sun was shining bright in the sky. It was not hot but warm enough to make playing with water a pleasure. We all assembled in the lawn of the house. After greeting each other and rubbing dry color on each other the elders including didi sat in the verandah while Hemu, jiju and I waited for the revelers to arrive. Hemu started the ball rolling by shooting a jet of colored water from his ‘pichkari’ (a large syringe like contraption) on jiju.’Wait you young scoundrel’ jiju said and ran after him. Catching him jiju dumped him in a tub full of colored water.’Jiju what about didi?’ Hemu suggested with a naughty smile as he climbed out of the tub. I tried to escape them but jiju was faster. Effortlessly he picked me up in his arms and dunked me in the tub. When I stepped out of the tub my drenched clothes were sticking to my body revealing it’s each curve and bulge. As I was squeezing the excess water from my wet clothes I noticed diyarbakır escort jiju staring at me with a strange gleam in his eyes.I forgot all about it as group of visitors arrived. The elders moved to greet my parents while the younger crowd joined us. I noticed that each time the revelers came, jiju concentrated more on me rather on them. Many a times I felt his hand squeezing my boobs and his hard cock pressing against my butt. At first I ignored it thinking that it was unintentional but when this happened again and again, I realized that jiju was doing it on purpose.’Jiju stop it’ I said when it happened the next time. Jiju just laughed. When he squeezed my tits again I said, ‘Jiju please stop it otherwise I will tell mummy’.’Stop what?’ he laughed.’Mere mamme dabane bund karo (Stop squeezing my boobs)’ I replied looking him in the eyes.’Main tere mamme kahan daba raha hoon main tau sirf ek hee mamma daba raha hoon kyonki tu mere adhi gharwali hai (I am not squeezing your boobs. I am pressing only one of them because you are my half wife only)’ he replied.Reflecting briefly, I realized that what he had said was right he had manhandled the same breast each time.’Ek mamma ya do mujhe pasand nahin hai iss liye aur mat kijiye (One boob or both I don’t like it so please stop)’ I told him.’No I will not I am only exercising my right’ he replied.’Kaun sa huq? Aap ko ye huq kissne diya (What right? Who gave you this right?)’ I asked getting annoyed.’Your parents. Remember you are my saali (wife’s sister). They say that saali aadhi gharwali (Literally translated it means: Wife’s sister is husband’s half wife). I am only following their diktat’ he replied with a grin.’Main aadhi gharwali ke chukker ko nahin maanti iss liye please aur mat kijiye (I don’t subscribe to this “half wife” stuff so please stop)’ I told him.Revelers kept coming and going. Jiju did not desist. Whenever he got a chance he continued to squeeze my boob and press his hardness against my ass.’The only way to make him stop was to make a scene’ I thought, ‘but it was not in didi’s interest, she being seven months pregnant’. I therefore decided to ignore his c***dish game. Another reason was that I did not find his touch unpleasant.Sarit and her parents arrived followed by a large group. We got busy playing Holi with them and entertaining them. Jiju continued to exercise his so-called “right”. As the crowd thinned Sarit took me aside.’Adi I see you are having a great time with your jiju’ she giggled.’You saw what he is doing?’ I asked grimacing, ‘I have asked him to stop but he says it his “right” because I am his saali, aadhi gharwali (sister in law, half wife)’.’Why don’t you tell auntie or better just scream murder when he does it the next time’ Sarit suggested.’I thought of it but it might have an adverse effect on didi. Her health is more important to me’ I replied, ‘so I have decided to ignore his innocent game’. I did not tell her that I enjoyed his touch and his hard on pressing against my ass made my choot wet.’Dhyan rakhna kahin woh khel khel main tujhe aadhi se poori gharwali na bana le (Be careful that in this little game from his half wife you become his full wife’ Sarit laughed.’No way’ I replied, ‘you think I am stupid’.’Who knows?’ Sarit giggled.Before I could give her a befitting reply more guests arrived and I got busy looking after them. In the meanwhile Sarit left with her parents. After couple of hours jiju and I sat down to relax.’I am thirsty’ I said, ‘I am going to have some thandayi. Will you join me?’.’Yes’ jiju replied and shouted, ‘HEMU’.Hemu adored his jiju actually we all did, and came running. ‘Yes jiju’ he panted.’Hemu please ask Bhola to bring us a glass of thandayi’ jiju said then turning to me asked, ‘I am going to try some bhang what about you?”No thanks I will stick to plain thandayi’ I replied, ‘Hemu one glass with bhang for jiju and the other without bhang for me’.’Yes didi’ Hemu replied.With jiju playing his little games I was suspicious and just to make sure that Hemu had understood the instructions correctly I made him to repeat them. Couple of minutes later he returned with two glasses. ‘Bhola has had too much bhang, so I have brought them’ he said.’One without bhang for didi and one with bhang for jiju’ he said handing the respective glasses to us. I was so thirsty that I nearly downed the whole glass in one gulp.’Adi more guests have come’ jiju said getting up.’I’ll just join you’ I replied and draining the glass ran after him.’Omigosh I am thirsty’ I said after seeing the new guests off, ‘jiju will you like another glass?”Yes thank you I will’ he replied finishing his glass. ‘Hemu please one more round of the same’ I requested my brother.’Hemu tell Bhola to put some more bhang in my glass. I could hardly taste it in the first one’ jiju told Hemu.Just then mummy arrived on the scene. ‘Adi it is getting late and we are going to get ready. Mohanji (Mohan = jiju’s name and ji added for respect. Sons in law in a Hindu family are highly respected) and you can look after the guests though I doubt if any more will come. Hemu you also go and have your bath’ mummy said pulling a protesting Hemu, who was giving us our drink, behind her.Jiju and I finished our second glass. While we were seeing off some visitors’ mummy shouted from the verandah, ‘Adi we are ready now you and Mohanji also go and have your bath’.’One minute’ Jiju said and picking me up dumped me in a tub half full of colored water and started to knead my tit with one hand and rub me between my legs with the other. I struggled and shouted for help.My mother heard me but had no inkling as to what jiju was up to. She watched us from the verandah with an indulgent smile on her lips thinking I was shouting because jiju had dumped me in the tub. He, being stronger than me, continued with his evil intentions.After five minutes jiju released me. ‘Jiju you are a very, very bad man’ I told him wringing the excess water from my clothes.’Adi let us get ready now’ he said laughing.When we reached the stairs my legs suddenly felt weak and I nearly fell.’Careful’ jiju said putting his arm round me to support me. His hand cupped my boob. He continued to press my boob while helping me up the stairs. ‘Please jiju no more’ I pleaded but he paid no heed to my plea. I tried to struggle but felt too weak and groggy. Slowly we went up the stairs to my room.’I can manage now you go’ I told jiju shaking my head vigorously trying to clear the cobwebs in it. He removed his arm but my legs buckled.’Let me help you’ jiju said catching me and led me into the bathroom.Once inside he suddenly embraced me, crushing my body against his. Chucking me under the chin he raised my face and started to kiss me passionately. I could feel his hardness pushing against my belly. Then he started to rub my cunt from above my salwar (the lower part of the dress salwar kameez). I tried to free myself but I was too weak to make any impact.He then put his hand inside my salwar and caressed my naked choot. I intensified my effort to get free. In the ensuing struggle the string holding up my salwar broke and it slid down to my knees. His hand now had unhindered access to my cunt. He ran his fingers up and down in between my lower lips.’Oh jiju please don’t’ I moaned. Jiju picked me up and carried me to my bed. Laying me down he disentangled the salwar hanging from one leg and dropping his pants lay on top off me. Luckily I still I had enough sense to close my thighs tightly. This did not deter him. He rubbed his hard cock in between my now wet slit.’Oh it feels so good’ I moaned. Involuntarily my legs relaxed and separated slightly. Seizing this opportunity Jiju pushing his knees in between them spread them wide and putting his mouth on mine pushed forward. I felt a stab of pain cut through my body as his hard cock entered me. His lips on mine muffled my scream of pain. For a moment he relaxed. Sarit’s words were still echoing in my head.Instead of shouting for help or asking him to let me go I said looking him in the eye, ‘Ab aapne mujhe aadhi se poori gharwali bana hee liya (Now from half wife you have made me your full wife)’ I said.’Abhi nahin abhi tau aadha hee gaya hai (Not yet it is only half in)’ he smiled and pushed again. I felt his cock slide deeper inside me. Jiju started to move his cock in and out of me.’Jiju please don’t’ I protested but he was past listening. Even my befuddled mind knew what we were doing was wrong but my body wanted more. Jiju’s cock felt so good. I had never experienced such wonderful sensation before. With each stroke the feeling got more and more intense. I lay moaning, ‘Oh jiju’ ‘Oh jiju’.Jiju was moving much faster now. I was fast approaching an orgasm. ‘OH JIJU GO ON. PLEASE DON’T STOP’ I shouted. My mind was willing him to go on and on. My body arched. I was nearly there but suddenly jiju withdrew his cock. The first spurt of his cum hit me on my chin the second fell on my stomach and the rest collected in a heap on my pubic hair.’Oh jiju nikaal kyon liya (Oh jiju why did you withdraw?)’ I moaned disappointed.’I had to otherwise there was danger of your getting pregnant’ he said gently kissing me, ‘don’t worry when we do it the next time we both will have our full pleasure’.I was so engrossed in enjoying the new sensation that I had completely forgotten about the consequences. I thanked God that at least jiju had the sense to be careful.’Adi it is late. Get up and get ready’ he said pulling on his pants. Then kissing me lightly on my lips left.I don’t know how long I lay on the bed thinking what I should do. Didi’s marriage and happiness were at stake. What if didi loses her baby on hearing what jiju has done to me? No, no the thought in it self was so frightening that I could never let that happen.Slowly I dragged myself out of the bed. The cold shower did me a world of good. As I stood under the shower I tried to recall what jiju had said. Ah yes, it was something about having our full pleasure when we do it the next time. ‘That is what you think. There is going to be no next time’ I muttered to myself smiling sardonically.Half an hour later when I went down the family was eating lunch and discussing something loudly. Seeing me approach the conversation ceased and everyone stared at me.’There she is’ Madhu didi laughed.’How are you feeling? Are you all right?’ Mummy asked concerned.Why is she asking me this? Why are they all staring at me like this? Do they know or have they guessed? These were the few questions that went through my guilt-ridden mind. ‘I am sure jiju is not stupid enough to have told them’ I thought.Blushing I shot back, ‘What should be wrong with me?”Aditi we are asking you this because it was your first time’ daddy said gently.’My first time? Omigosh they know’ I panicked, ‘jiju has told them everything’.’It was not my fault he…’ I started to explain but jiju intervened retrieving the situation, ‘Adi Mummy is asking you this because it was the first time that you had bhang to drink’.’Bhang to drink! I did not drink bhang. Why are they…? Oh I see Hemu had given me bhang with the thandayi? So this explains everything. That is the reason why I felt so woozy and weak’ I thought and made a mental note to kill the little rascal.’Oh you want know about bhang’ I laughed nervously much relieved.’What else?’ didi asked looking confused.’Oh nothing. Just a little confused otherwise I am fine’ I replied sitting down then glaring at Hemu added, ‘but I have a bone to pick with this little rascal’.’Mummy please tell her it was not my fault’ Hemu wailed appealing for help.’He is right it was not his fault’ mummy said coming to his defense, ‘you know how Bhola lisps and on top of that he had had too much bhang. Hemu misunderstood him and gave you the glass with bhang in it’.’Hemu how could you misunderstand such a simple thing? Did you also drink bhang like Bhola?’ I asked.’No I did not touch the stuff. Didi I am sorry it was really an honest mistake. I told Bhola what you had said. Giving me a glass Bhola lisped deh glath dida te diye aur deh glath didu de diye (Dith glassh thor dida and dith thor didu)’ Hemu said mimicking Bhola, ‘I thought by didu he meant jiju but the glass was meant for you’.’You stupid fellow do you realize that your honest mistake has cost me my virginity’ I thought wryly.Soon everyone lost interest in my plight and the table buzzed with conversation. They tried to involve me in it but I excused myself by saying I was still a bit disoriented. The truth was that I was so ashamed that I could not see anyone in the eye but what surprised me was that jiju talked and laughed as if nothing had happened and deflowering an unsuspecting virgin was part of his daily routine.I don’t know how I went through the whole day but after dinner I excused myself saying that I was tired and wanted to go to sleep early.In my room I changed into my nightie and hit the sack. I was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.In the middle of the night I suddenly woke up. Somebody was caressing and kissing me between my legs. ‘HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ I shouted unable to comprehend what was happening as my mind was still d**gged düzce escort with sleep.’Shh not so loud. It is I, your jiju’ jiju replied.’Yes who else’ I said sarcastically pressing my thighs tightly together, my mind was clearer now, ‘stop at once’. He was right there was no need to shout and collect the whole household bringing the events of the morning out in the open. Instead of stopping he recommenced to lick my choot.’Jiju stop I don’t like it’ I hissed, ‘stop immediately’. But he continued. I tried getting angry when that did not succeed I begged him to stop. More I protested harder he licked my choot. I wriggled and twisted in order to dislodge him but he held me tightly and his mouth stuck to my cunt like a leach. I was at my wits end.Then I got an idea. I caught his hair and tried to pull his mouth off my choot with force. With one hand he held me down on the bed and with the other caught my hand reducing the pain I was causing. I pulled his hair with all my strength but his mouth remained glued to my choot.Gradually the good feeling started to spread in my body. ‘Jiju please let me go’ I moaned. My body tingled with a new sensation. My hips started to move. My grip on his hair relaxed. Instead of pulling his hair I pressed his head to my choot.’Oh jiju it feels soooo goooood’ I moaned.The sensation got more and more intense. I was rapidly approaching an orgasm. Involuntarily my thighs separated. My body arched pressing my choot against his mouth. ‘Jiju don’t stop. Go on’ I moaned.Sensing that I was about to come he stopped and got in between my legs. With one deft stroke he pushed his cock deep into my wet choot and commenced to move it in and out. After a minute or so I came with a loud moan, ‘OHHH JIJU’.Without missing a stroke he continued to fuck me. The good feeling returned. ‘HAAN JIJU HAAN. MUJHE AUR ZOR SE CHODO (YES JIJU YES. FUCK ME HARDER)’ I shouted.He immediately put his mouth on mine muffling my further screams of pleasure. ‘Not so loud my darling somebody might hear you’ he warned in a whisper.’Sorry jiju I could not help it’ I moaned softly, ‘it feels so great’.Undeterred he continued. His strokes got faster and harder, soon I was again ready to cum again. My hips were moving in rhythm of his strokes. ‘Oh jiju! Oh jiju I am commmmmiiinnng agaaaaainnnn’ I shouted as softly as I could and fell back gasping for breath. Suddenly with a loud grunt he came. His strokes became slower and slower till he stopped completely and lay panting on me.Our lips drew to each other. After a long kiss he slid off me. ‘Adi it was wonderful’ he panted, ‘did you enjoy it too?”Enjoy it? It was just heavenly. I have never had such an intense orgasm before’ I replied kissing him, ‘but why did you cum inside me? What if I get…?’.’Don’t worry there is no danger. I am wearing a condom’ he assured me caressing my tits.For a long time we lay without talking savoring the sensations we had just enjoyed. There was something bothering me. I had to know the truth.’Jiju’ I said nudging him with my elbow.’Hmmm what is it?’ he replied.’Jiju tell me did you bribe Hemu to give me bhang so that you could fuck me’ I asked.’No I had nothing to do with it’ he replied, ‘I think it was a genuine mistake as Hemu explained’.’Then you must have come here with the intention of popping my cherry’ I asked.’Actually no’ he replied, ‘today being Holi, I decided to have some innocent fun with you…”Innocent fun my foot’ I said sarcastically interrupting him, ‘you call squeezing my tits and rubbing my choot?”Well it may not be exactly innocent’ he laughed, ‘but it was fun at least for me’.’What happened then?’ I pressed grimacing.’Believe me Adi when I escorted you to your room I had no intention of taking advantage of you’ he clarified.’Then why did you do it?’ I said with tears welling up in my eyes.’But when we were in the bathroom the vision of you standing drenched with your clothes sticking to you revealing all the nooks and curves of your body floated before my eyes. Suddenly something snapped in my mind and I lost control’ he explained, ‘with the result that we landed in bed and the deed was done’.’I don’t believe you lost control’ I countered, ‘you are normally so… what shall I say, so cool and collected’.’Well may be the condition of your sister had something to do with it’ he replied. I was now angry.’Don’t you dare bring Madhu didi into it’ I retorted angrily.’Easy Adi no need to get excited let me explain’ jiju said trying to pacify me.’Because of your sister’s condition I have not had sex with her for over two months. Though she did help me in other ways but they are no substitute for the real thing’ he said continuing with his explanation, ‘I was already feeling horny and this coupled with the alluring sight of your clothes sticking to your curves made me lose control’.’He may be right’ I thought calming down but aloud I said, ‘what other means?”I will tell you later’ he laughed, ‘tell me Adi are you very angry with me?”In the morning I was livid but now I am happy that it happened’ I replied covering my face with my hands in embarrassment though it was pitch dark in the room.’Thank God’ he sighed, ‘shall we do it again?”Yes! Yes! I thought you would never ask’ I giggled and turned on my back.’Give me a minute’ he said and went to the bathroom. I could hear the water running through the half open door. Few minutes later he emerged, leaving the door open and the lights on. He sat down next to me on the bed. In the dim light that now flooded the room I could see his erect cock sheathed in a condom.’What did you do in the bathroom?’ I asked out of curiosity.’To be on the safe side I washed my cock to remove all traces of my semen and wore a fresh condom’ he replied pointing to his erection.’Thank you jiju’ I said softly, ‘you think of everything’.’We wouldn’t like to get our little Adi getting pregnant would we?’ he laughed and added, ‘Adi take off your nightie’.’No please don’t make me naked’ I protested, ‘I feel shy’.’No you must’ he insisted, ‘I want to see your sexy body’.’He does think of everything’ I thought, ‘this is the reason he left the stupid lights on’.Despite my protest he pulled off my nightie in a trice. ‘Oh Adi you are beautiful’ he said whistling silently. I liked what he said and grinned happily.He caressed my hard tits and gently tweaked my erect nipples.’Oh jiju ‘ I moaned with pleasure.He then kissed and sucked my tits.’Oh jiju der mat karo mujhe chodo (Oh jiju don’t delay fuck me)’ I moaned louder than before.But jiju continued to kiss my boobs and slowly kissed his way down to my choot.’Yes jiju lick my choot I love it’ I moaned spreading my legs wide. He commenced to eat my pussy.After few minutes I could not control myself. I caught him by the hair and pulling him upwards pleaded urgently, ‘Oh jiju I can’t take it any more. Just put your big cock inside me and fuck me silly’.Jiju got on top me and shoved his cock inside me. ‘AHHHH’ I moaned with satisfaction.He started to stroke my choot with long slow strokes. ‘Darling if you pull my hair each time I eat your pussy then soon I will have no hair left’ he laughed softly without missing a stroke.’I am sorry I will never do it again’ I panted.After few minutes of in and out movement of his cock I could not control myself and shouted, ‘OH JIJU BAHUT ACHCHA LAG RAHA HAI. HAAN AUR CHODO. ZOR ZOR SE CHODO (OH JIJU IT FEELS SO GOOD. GO ON FUCK ME HARDER AND FASTER)’.He started to hump me harder and faster. Each time I was about to come he placed his mouth on mine stifling my screams of pleasure. By the time he came again I had cum three times.’Oh jiju this time it was even better than before’ I said gasping for breath and cuddled up to him. I don’t recall when I dozed off in his arms. After an hour or so jiju woke me.’It is getting late I must return to my bed’ he whispered kissing me.’No please not yet. Jaane se pahele mujhe ek baar aur chodo (Fuck me one more time before you leave)’ I pleaded.’That’s my girl’ he said laughing softly and pushed his cock inside my cunt. After we had finished he dressed to leave.’I will come again tomorrow night’ he promised.’I hope so otherwise I will tell didi everything’ I threatened kissing him and squeezing his flaccid cock.During the day jiju behaved normally but I found it difficult to stop myself from grabbing him and kissing him. I could hardly wait for the night. It was midnight when he came.’Why have you come so late I have been waiting for you since ages?’ I complained impatiently.’I had to make sure that your sister was asleep’ he said, ‘but now I am here let us not waste time and start’.That night and the following nights we fucked and fucked. Each night I waited impatiently for him. Many a times I fell asleep and he would wake me by gently eating my pussy. I enjoyed having my pussy licked so much that some nights I pretended to be asleep.On the fifteenth day the onset of my period took me by surprise. I was very worried because normally I am very regular and this time it had started ten days too early. That night when jiju came I expressed my misgivings.’Instead of complaining you should be happy’ he laughed.’Yes I am happy but my period has started ten days too early’ I said expressing concern, ‘I hope nothing is wrong with me’.’There is nothing wrong with you’ he replied, ‘it is because in the last days you have gone through intense emotional experience. Don’t worry everything is okay with you’.’I hope you are right’ I said still doubtful, ‘but the other problem is that we can’t do anything for days’.’Yes we can’ he said grinning.’You mean you are going to fuck me in this m…m…mess’ I asked surprised.’Who said anything about fucking’ he replied, ‘you remember you wanted to know by what other means your didi satisfied me’.’Yes tell me’ I asked innocently.’Mera laurda choos ke (By sucking my cock)’ he replied.’K..K..Kya? Aap chahate hain ki main aapka laurda apne muh main loon (W…W…What? You want me to take your cock in my mouth?)’ I asked incredulously.’Kyon nahin teri didi leti hai aur duniya ki hazaron aurtain leti hain (Yes why not your didi does it so do millions of other women in the world). Haven’t you ever heard of a blowjob?’ he said.’So this is meant by giving a man a blowjob’ I thought. ‘B…B…But I can’t it is so…’ I started to protest when jiju interrupted me.’Adi meri jaan agar main teri choot chaat sakta hoon tau tu mera lund bhi choos sakti hai (Adi my dear if I can lick your cunny then you can also easily suck my cock). It is only fair isn’t it?’ In a way he was right I thought but I was still not prepared to do it.’What happens when you cum?’ I asked.’Kuch nahin usse sakat lena (Nothing just swallow my-cum)’ he laughed.’Aap pagal tau nahin hogaye? (You must be mad?)’ I said, ‘if you expect me to swallow that gooey stuff’.’Listen sweetheart at your behest I eat your pussy and lick your juices and when I ask you to reciprocate you call me mad’ he said calmly but firmly.Change of tactics was required. ‘Oh jiju please don’t make me do it’ I pleaded.’All right if that is the way you feel I won’t insist but don’t ask me to eat your pussy again’ jiju said.This was even worse. I loved having my choot licked. No way did I want him to stop doing that. Maybe there is another way out I thought.’All right jiju I will suck your cock if you promise not to cum inside my mouth’ I said.’Sorry I must cum in your mouth otherwise it is no fun’ he replied.’God what shall I do now?’ I thought furiously. Suddenly a brilliant idea came to me. I will suck his cock but when he is about to cum take his cock out of my mouth and let it shoot its load in the air.’Okay jiju I will do as you say’ I said agreeing to his demand, ‘just guide me how’.’Good girl I knew you would see reason’ jiju said, ‘come kneel between my legs. Good now take my cock in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it and suck on it’.Under his directions I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck on it. After a few minutes jiju said, ‘Suck Adi suck harder. You are doing great. Good move your mouth up and down as if my cock was fucking your mouth’. My head bobbed up and down. Jiju’s cock went in and out of my mouth.Several minutes later I felt jiju’s cock getting harder. The head swelled to even larger proportions, the length of his lund increased. Jiju moaned louder than before and pulled my head even closer to his hairy groin.’Adi poore laurde ko muh main lene ki koshish kar (Adi try to take the whole cock inside your mouth)’ jiju moaned. I tried to take more of his cock in my mouth but nearly gagged. I shook my head indicating that I can’t take more.’That is all right just do your best’ jiju said, ‘keep fucking your mouth with my cock’.As the cock-in-mouth rhythm increased I was surprised that my choot got wet and I felt a pleasant sensation in it. ‘Sucking a cock is not so bad after all’ I thought.Suddenly jiju caught my head between the palms of his hands and moved his hips in fuck motion, moving his lund in and out of my mouth. His movement became faster. I sensed that he was about to cum and tried to pull my head back but could not as jiju held my head in an iron grip. I struggled to get free but could not.Suddenly edirne escort with a loud grunt jiju jerked his hips forward pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. The quantity took me by surprise and in order not to choke I had to swallow. Then he spurted many more times in my mouth. This time I was ready and did not swallow but collected his cum in my mouth.’Adi swallow it’ jiju said. No way was I going to swallow his gooey cum and shook my head as best as I could.He laughed softly and pinched my nose. ‘Swallow it Adi’ he said again. I shook my head but when I couldn’t breathe I was compelled to swallow his gooey salty cum.’Good girl. Sorry I had to pinch your nose, I knew you would try to cheat’ jiju laughed releasing my nose.After taking a few deep breaths I said, ‘Jiju you are a very, very bad man’.’That I am but tell me how did you like the taste?’ he said grinning.’Not bad but a little too salty for my liking’ I replied truthfully after reflecting for some seconds.’This was exactly Madhu’s reaction but the taste grows on you. She loves it now’ jiju said.Before he left I sucked his cock one more time. Jiju did not come the next two nights. On the third night I sucked him off twice. ‘When will your choot be ready for fucking?’ Jiju asked as he prepared to leave.’The flow has stopped I think we can fuck tomorrow night’ I replied grinning.’Great see you tomorrow’ he said kissing me and left.Thereafter he came every night and we fucked, sucked and sixty-nined.One afternoon we both were alone in the house. Daddy was at work as usual, mummy had taken didi to the doctor for a check up and the little rascal Hemu was out playing with his friends.’Let us go to your room’ jiju said, ‘I will show you something new’.Happily I led him to my room and after we had fucked once I asked, ‘what did you want to show me?”Get on your fours’ jiju replied.’Why what will you do?’ I asked.’Aaj main teri gaand maroonga (Today I will fuck you in your asshole)’ jiju said calmly. I was shocked. I had never heard of such a thing.’Y..Y..You want to put that big thing of yours in my gaand?’ I asked incredulously, ‘the pain will kill me besides it is unnatural’.’No it won’t. I will lubricate your asshole and my cock thoroughly with Vaseline. The pain of entry will be minimal’ jiju said.’Less or more pain it is unnatural’ I replied, ‘I will never agree’.Jiju did not give up. He continued to badger me bringing forth many arguments like you will love it, your didi loves it, all couples do it etc. To put an end to all this I said, ‘Jiju if you ever bring that big laurda of yours anywhere near my gaand then I will never speak to you’.’All right, Adi if you feel so strongly about it then let us forget about it’ he said, ‘come get on top of me and fuck me’.’That I will do’ I giggled getting on top of him taking his erect laurda in my choot. As I was fucking him I felt his fingers pressing my asshole. I stopped moving.’Jiju what are your fingers doing near my gaand?’ I asked.’Nothing my dear just exploring the region’ he replied smiling, ‘go on why have you stopped?”Jiju remember what I told you’ I replied and resuming the fuck motion.’Don’t tell me you are scared of my fingers’ he said pushing one finger inside my asshole and commenced to finger fuck my rectum.’JIJU’ I screamed, ‘STOP IT’.’Did it hurt?’ he asked.’No but…’ I replied honestly.’Then stop complaining’ he replied interrupting me and shoving the second one in, ‘you will like it’. He was right it did feel good.’Jiju you are the limit’ I laughed. He continued to finger fuck my asshole till we finished.’Did you like my fingers fucking your asshole?’ he asked.’I must admit it felt great’ I replied honestly.’Just imagine the pleasure my lund could give you’ he grinned.’You don’t give up do you?’ I said laughing, ‘I am telling you for the last time I will never let you put that big thing inside my asshole’.We continued to meet every night till it was time for jiju to leave. I missed him terribly but it could not be helped. Four weeks later my didi was blessed with a little girl. Six weeks later jiju visited us again. After spending a week with us, during which we fucked every night, he took didi and Shashi, his darling daughter home.Alone again I devoted most of my time studying. Whenever I felt horny I fingered myself or forced Sarit to take a shower with me. I told Sarit about jiju and me. Time flew. In the month of October Rashmi didi gave birth to a baby boy. They named him Sunder but called him Sunny. Months passed.Then came the wintry afternoon when I promised myself to have Sarit’s choot plugged by her gentleman jijaji. I thought and thought but could not come up with a plan to achieve my goal. Holi came so did didi and jiju but I still did not know what to do. I decided to consult jiju.’Jiju main chahati hoon ki Sarit ki kori choot phardi jaye (jiju I would like to see Sarit deflowered)’ I said to jiju.’No problem’ he laughed, ‘just tell me when and where I will be pleased to do it’.’Not you silly’ I said slapping him playfully, ‘I want her jijaji to pop her cherry’.’Lucky fellow’ jiju replied laughing.’JIJU! Please be serious’ I replied getting annoyed.’Okay sorry just joking’ he said, ‘I only want to see if those boobs of hers are for real”I have seen them, they are real’ I replied, ‘jiju please help me’.’Okay what do you want me to do?’ jiju asked.’I need a plan’ I replied, ‘I have not been able to think of any’.’Let me give it a thought’ he said. Later we discussed his suggestions. We rejected all of them because some were not practical and others required the use of force, which I did not want.On Holi morning I still did not have a plan. Sarit with her whole family including Rashmi didi and jijaji came to play Holi at our house. We all played Holi together. We ate and drank. Jiju and jijaji drank thandayi with bhang. Even I took some thandayi with bhang now that I had nothing to lose but Sarit was very careful. She did not consume anything including coca-cola.’She is careful’ I thought, ‘she does not want to go my way but what she doesn’t know is that I have pledged to have her plugged and will get her in the end’.After an hour or so Madhu didi and Rashmi didi left to take care of their bachcha party. My parents and Sarit’s parent were engrossed in some discussion.Jijaji and I sat on the verandah watching jiju and Sarit along with some other guests playing Holi. I could hear Sarit squealing as jiju squeezed her boobs.’Do you see what jiju is up to?’ I asked jijaji.’Oh that he is just having some innocent fun’ jijaji laughed.’Omigosh all men think alike’ I thought but aloud I added, ‘You don’t mind after all she is your aadhi gharwali (half spouse)’.’No why should I?’ jijaji said.’Kahin khel khel main jiju aapki saali ko apni poori gharwali na bana le? (Not that in this innocent fun jiju makes your half wife his full wife?)’ I said stressing the words your and his.Jijaji looked at me strangely and then suddenly stood up. ‘Now we can’t let that happen can we?’ jijaji said and pulling me by the hand added, ‘come let us join them’.While I was being pulled to the scene of action I thought, ‘Adi what a stupid thing to say. He suspects that something is on between jiju and you’.Jijaji joined the fun immediately. Poor Sarit she was in double trouble now. Instead of two hands now four hands sought her tits. ‘Adi please help me’ Sarit pleaded.’Hey guys that is no way to play Holi with a lady’ I said, ‘give her proper bath in the tub’.Sarit threw me a dirty look as four strong hands grabbed her and dumped her in a tub. Sarit screamed loudly and tried to get up. I saw jiju whispering to jijaji. Jijaji grinned and nodded. Jiju held Sarit down with one hand and with the other explored her mountain like boobs. It didn’t surprise me when I saw jijaji rubbing Sarit’s choot vigorously.’I bet this is what jiju whispered to him’ I thought grinning, ‘bravo jijaji go on’.’HEY STOP IT. LET ME GO’ Sarit screamed struggling to get free of their strangle hold on her.’Just checking if they are real’ jiju laughed.’Stop it and let me up. Otherwise I will shout’ Sarit threatened.’Go ahead scream’ jiju laughed. In the meanwhile jijaji kept massaging her cunt with full gusto. From Sarit’s facial expression I could see that she was getting horny.’AUNNNTIIEEE HEEEELLLPPPP MMMEEE’ Sarit shouted.’Okay bachcha partyy it is time to get ready’ my mummy shouted from the verandah.After a final squeeze and rub they let her go and pulled her to her feet. Instead of being happy Sarit looked a bit disappointed.’You both are very bad’ Sarit said settling her clothes, ‘and you Adi are the limit instead of helping me you encouraged them’. We three laughed at her discomfort.As we approached the verandah we heard Sarit’s mother say, ‘We will be back as soon as we are ready’.’What is happening?’ I asked.’Nothing we all are lunching together here’ mummy replied.’Auntie please let Sarit stay, she can get ready in my room’ I requested Sarit’s mother. She looked questioningly at Sarit.’I don’t mind but what about my clothes?’ Sarit remarked.In my eagerness I said, ‘No problem you can wear mine’.’Your clothes?’ Sarit giggled looking at my boobies. Everyone laughed when they saw what Sarit was staring at.’Of course Sarit can stay’ auntie replied and turning to Sarit added, ‘I will send your clothes over’.When we alone in my room I asked, ‘Sarit lagta hai aaj tune bahut mazaa liya (I see you had a great time today)’.’God these two men are terrors’ she replied, ‘did you see what they were doing?”Yes but I also saw that you were enjoying it’ I replied laughing.’Adi I tell you it felt great. Oh why did they stop, another ten seconds and I would have cum’ she complained.’It was your own mistake. You should have waited for ten more seconds before yelling for help’ I replied.’Yes I thought of it later’ Sarit said in a disappointed tone.’Soch Sarit kitna mazaa aayega agar tu jijaji se chudwa le (Think Sarit how much you will enjoy if jijaji fucks you)’ I suggested.’Na baba na main aisa nahin kar sakti (No, no I couldn’t do that)’ she replied turning red with embarrassment.’Teri marzi (It is up to you)’ I replied, ‘you are missing all the fun’.’I don’t mind’ Sarit replied.’Sarit I bet you are feeling very horny’ I said, ‘let us shower together’. In the shower we fingered each other till we came thrice.The lunch table was abuzz with conversation and laughter. Everyone was happy and relaxed except Sarit. She seemed preoccupied. She ate silently and occasionally glancing covertly at jijaji.’I bet she is imagining how it would feel to have jijaji’s lund in her choot’ I thought smiling to myself.During the conversation Rashmi didi said, ‘Madhu it has been a long time since we really had a heart to heart talk. Why don’t jiju and you spend a few days with us at our house’?Madhu glanced enquiringly at jiju. He nodded. Then she looked at mummy.’Madhu you both go and enjoy yourself. I will take care of Shashi’ mummy volunteered.’Thank you mummy’ Madhu didi said then turning to jiju asked, ‘Mohan what time do you think we can be at their house?”We should leave here at six’ jiju replied then looking at Rashmi didi added, ‘would that be okay?”Great but Jiju I must warn you that Madhu will sleep with me in my room and you will have to share the guestroom with Abhi’ Rashmi didi said laughing.’Doesn’t matter, it will give us an opportunity to really get to know each other better’ jiju replied.’Of course it will be my pleasure’ jijaji said confirming the arrangement.Just then the plan to have Sarit’s choot corked by jijaji’s cock flashed through my mind. In my excitement I shouted loudly, ‘YEESSSS I GOT IT AT LAST’.Pin drop silence followed my sudden yell. Everybody stopped eating and stared at me.’Aditi what have you got?’ daddy asked puzzled. Daddy always called me by my full name.’Nothing really’ I replied getting red with embarrassment, ‘just the solution to a problem I have been struggling with for long’.’I am happy that even on a festival day you have not forgotten your studies’ daddy said, ‘when do your graduation exams start?”In five weeks or so’ I replied thinking if he only knew what was going on in my mind.Sarit was still lost in her thoughts and quite oblivious to all that transpired.’Sarit’ I said.No response.’SARIT’ I said loudly.’Eh! What did you say?’ Sarit replied pulling her mind back to reality, ‘sorry I was lost in my thoughts’.’So it seems’ I said sarcastically, ‘I think you are very mean’.’Mean? W..W..What have I done?’ she asked bewildered.’It is not what you have done but what you have not done. Rashmi didi has invited jiju and Madhu didi to spend some days at your house and you have not invited me’ I replied shamelessly fishing for an invitation.’Of course please come I would love to have you’ Sarit replied still a little lost.’Mummy, please may I go?’ I asked.’Of course you can go’ mummy laughed, ‘now that you have invited yourself’.’Thank you mummy you are the best mother in the world’ I said happily.’Stop it you flatterer’ mummy laughed, ‘be ready to leave at six’.After lunch I did not get a chance to speak to Sarit alone as she and her parents left immediately thereafter.End of part 1. To be continued…Hi guys! I hope you liked this story.What is Adi’s plan? Does it work without a hitch? Will Sarit’s gentleman jijaji cooperate?To find answers to these questions and more please read part 2. Coming soon on Xhamster.As usual I request you to send me your candid comments. And please don’t forget to vote. Take care.

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The Neighborhood MILF: EvelynOur neighborhood is lucky to have a place where we can go to get a quick bite, a cup of coffee, or even a cocktail if you feel the need. Evelyn’s is a cozy diner I go to at least twice a week. The owner was a divorced lady that lived in the apartment upstairs and seemed to be open all the time. It can be a relaxing getaway by myself or a nice place for a little one on one conversation.Recently I agreed to meet an online friend there that I met on this site’s message board. Dirk and I shared a common sense of humor and a strong sexual appetite. We’ve chatted for over a year before finally deciding to get together. I was nervous because he was ten years younger than me, but his fascination with older women made me a bit more at ease. We met on a Monday night when the restaurant was really slow. Evelyn was working by herself, and I was her only customer as I waited for my blind date. The blue-eyed brunette sensed I was nervous as she poured my coffee, asking if I was having secret rendezvous. Her question seemed a little invasive, but she was right, it was a popular place for me and my girlfriends to meet when hooking up for a little fun.I confided to her that I was meeting someone I had met online, and she just smiled back at me, as she knew all about my so-called secret life as “Nipsie.” “Who’s the lucky lady?” she asked, raising her eyebrows, looking for details as if I was a romance novel. I didn’t have to answer, with the bells jingling from the front door signifying zonguldak escort a customer, suddenly interrupted us. After catching a glimpse of my handsome date, she turned and gave me a supportive look, silently mouthing the word “Nice”. She walked over towards Dirk, telling him he could sit wherever he wanted, giving him a little wink as she walked by and back to the kitchen.Dirk gave Evelyn a second look as she walked past, before glancing over at me, seeming a bit confused. I gestured for him to join me, and the well built young man took a seat across from me. We exchanged pleasantries and hit it off pretty well right away, carrying on more like friends than secret lovers. Evelyn came back and poured him a coffee, and we sat there quietly, not wanting any sexual tension to show. She flashed a smile at our awkward silence, asking “Do you two lovebirds want a menu?”Dirk and I just looked at each other and giggled. “Lovebirds?” I asked, “Do we look like lovebirds?” Evelyn never answered, but she still had that smirk on her face as she left us alone.I caught Dirk checking out her ass as she walked away, and found myself staring too. I never really realized before what a nice body Evelyn had. She was three or four years older than me, but was in great shape and looked much younger, without one bit of gray in her dark brown hair.”Is that one of your girlfriends?” Dirk asked, knowing of my recent encounters. “Evelyn? No. She’s just playing marmaris escort with you!”He seemed more interested in our waitress than he did in me. We made Evelyn our topic of conversation, just as if we were chatting online. “Do you think her pussy is hairy or shaved? Big nipples? Any tattoos? Does she squirt? Do anal? Suck cock? Eat pussy?” All the usual things we talked about online.When Evelyn returned from the kitchen, we zipped it up like a couple of grade schoolers with the teacher coming back into the classroom. She asked if we were ready to order, and grabbed her pad and pen. As Dirk was eyeing up the menu, Evelyn asked if he wanted to hear the special.The cocky young stud said “Sure why not?” as if we were really going to order something.Our sassy waitress surprised him with her response, which she rattled off like a special of the day. “My pussy is very hairy. My nipples are small but sensitive. I’ve never had a tattoo and never will. I only have squirting orgasms from masturbating with my gold vibrator. My ass is exit only. I love to suck cock, but I won’t swallow. I don’t eat pussy, but you can go down on me anytime.She stood there with a scolding look, obviously overhearing our sex talk earlier, but Dirk never flinched.”Anytime?” he answered back, apparently ready to take the mature waitress up on her offer. Evelyn gazed at him with her beautiful blue bedroom eyes, not concerned one bit that he was hitting on her in front of me. alsancak escort She walked over to the front door and locked it, flipping over the “Closed” sign, before returning and leading us up to her apartment.Evelyn had a huge bed in the middle of her living room with a really cool looking shag bedspread on it. She wasted no time shedding her clothes and sat back on the bed, completely naked. She wasn’t k**ding about being hairy, with a thick muff covering her pussy. Dirk ignored me, stripping down and joining our furry waitress. He skipped any foreplay and dove right in on Evelyn’s hairy crotch. The sexy brunette stared at me with a sly look as I sat across the room, rubbing myself, watching my online friend go down on her. Evelyn maintained eye contact with me instead of her muscular boy toy, giving me a “what are you gonna do about it” sneer as she was stealing my date.I unzipped my blue jeans and slid my hand down my pants as I watched Dirk pleasure this older woman. Evelyn continued to give me the evil eye as my friend licked and fingered her hairy wet pussy. She rolled over onto all fours never breaking eye contact with me, as Dirk began to fuck this slutty lady doggie style. He had a big cock and a chiseled tan body that was a stark contrast from Evelyn’s pale white skin.Dirk was pounding her pretty hard, causing her to moan in an eerie humming tone. I think she was about to cum, and she bellered out when she achieved a shivering orgasm. Apparently her line about only squirting from her gold vibrator was bullshit as she sprayed a little bit before collapsing on her back. Dirk was ready to erupt too, as he appeared to be holding off his ejaculation. He didn’t hold out very long though, as her pumped several thick globs onto Evelyn’s face and creamy white tits.I can’t wait to see what he leaves for a tip!

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** All Characters in this story are over the age of 18, legal adults, so don’t anyone assume otherwise… Legal Adults…**

“Oooh. Right there,” Barb moaned with her eyes closed. Wesley had found just the right motion, the perfect spot and rhythm. His hands held her hips while his torso moved with her. The way this man made love was downright artistic. His abs tensed. His lower torso curved back and forth like a dolphin swimming in the water. His cock slid deeper inside then back. He held the rhythm and momentum steady and consistent.

Barb’s orgasms weren’t often very quick. Her body required time and patience. She’d known a number of men who didn’t have that sort of patience, but Wesley was always good at taking things slow. She breathed deeply, in through her nose, out through her mouth as he moved inside of her. It was like exercise in a way, but the most pleasurable exercise she’d ever had. Her eyes opened to look up at her handsome, generous lover, watching the way his hair bounced with each rhythmic thrust.

She did feel the pleasure rising in her body. It was a warmth that permeated through her, not dramatic or sudden, but strong and deep. The beauty of the time her body took came in the way it rewarded her patience. She didn’t scream or shout as her climax arrived. It didn’t send her body bucking and thrashing, but the pleasure did last a wonderfully long time. She moaned gently as it began to wash over her and through her like a slow tidal wave on the beach. The sensation made every part of her feel good, her torso, her chest, her thighs down to her toes. Her mouth opened wide, wordlessly as the gentle pulses covered her, surrounding her in soothing, exquisite pleasure.

Wesley could recognize the sensations going through her, but he knew the best thing he could do was keep moving steadily. The motion of their bodies was perfect.

Her orgasm ran its course and her body slowly came down. She looked up at her lover as though she were waking from a splendid dream. She reached up to touch his forearm, her way of telling him she was finished.

Slowly, Wesley pulled his hips backwards, letting his cock slide gently out from her moist lips. She breathed deeply once again and nodded, “Absolutely wonderful.”

He nodded as well, rising to stand beside the bed. “Can I get you anything?”

Barb shook her head, “I’ll be up in a little bit.”

The two shared a smile before he walked away, leaving her to enjoy the soft bed and fluffy white covers all around her. She took her time, just quietly relaxing in her surroundings before she decided to stretch and begin the day. A splendidly comfy white robe was waiting in the closet. She wrapped herself in it and shuffled over to the couch where Wesley sat reading a newspaper. He gave her a wink.

“Anything good?” she asked as she sat down on the couch beside him.

Wesley shrugged, “Stocks aren’t bad.”

She nodded and picked up her cell phone. Her face scrunched, “My daughter called me.”

He lowered the paper, “Nice.”

“Well, she knows I’m here with you this weekend.” She clicked the icon on the screen, “Hey Sweetie.” Wesley stood up without being asked and stepped toward the sliding glass patio door so he could give her some privacy. She tilted her head, smiled and silently mouthed the words, ‘thank you.’ Then, her face fell. “Honey, Honey. What’s wrong? What’s going on? You… You’re what?”

Those were the last words he heard as he slid the door shut behind him and sat down on the deck chair. It was a windy morning, and the sound of the waves below seemed to echo from every direction. He watched the white lines of foam crashing against the shore, occasionally glancing back inside.

Barb Balgat Escort had one hand pressed against her forehead. Whatever they were talking about was clearly stressful to her. He frowned and looked back at the beach. He’d paid quite a bit for this view, and he was going to enjoy it while he was here.

After a few minutes, he glanced back to see her toss the phone onto the couch and rub her face vigorously with both hands. He took a deep breath before he opened the door and stepped back into the hotel room, “Everything okay?”

“Mum bobner’s regbmmd,” she mumbled into her palms.

He frowned thoughtfully, briefly trying to decipher those words but quickly giving up, “Try again?”

She pulled her palms away, while still keeping her fingertips pressed into her eyes. “My daughter. Is. Pregnant.”

“Oh. Well… Congratulations.”

“No… no no no no no.”

“Umm…”

“I’m gonna be a Grandmother.”

He nodded, unsure what he was missing, “Riiight…”

“I CANNOT be a Grandmother!”

Another nod, but this time he got it, “I see.”

“I’m not old enough to be a Grandmother!” He sat down on the couch, wise enough not to respond to that one. “Grandmothers have gray hair and glasses.” He willed himself not to look up at the patch of light color in her own hair, and he was not about to bring up how often she had to squint to see something. “Grandmothers bake cookies and knit sweaters. I’ve never knitted anything in my life.”

Wesley covered his mouth as he listened, making sure to hide any expression from her. “I can’t have a grandbaby. SHE can’t have a baby. She’s just a baby herself!” He hardly thought a twenty-four year old qualified as a baby, but not the time. “We have to buy diapers and… and… and a stroller. I don’t have any baby food in the house. Why would I have any baby food?” He was pretty sure there was plenty of time to buy the things they’d need, but nope, just let her keep going.

“How could this happen?” He was quite confident she knew how that worked. “How could she do this to me? Why didn’t she tell me about this?” Well, that was why she called, wasn’t it? “We’re gonna have to baby-proof the whole house.”

Wesley finally spoke, “Do you have any paper in your purse?”

Barb didn’t hear him. “I mean, is the baby gonna call me Grandma? Or Nana? Definitely not Gram Gram. Uck.”

He looked around and saw the desk. Yes, there’d be a pen in the top drawer, and nice paper with the hotel logo on it. She was still talking when he got up and began writing.

“What do I wear? I don’t wanna wear grandma clothes. I don’t even own a single broach.”

“Hey, Barb.”

“Oh. This is really not what I was expecting to hear today, I…”

“Barb?”

“I don’t even know what to say, I just…”

“BARB.” There was no anger in his voice, and he wasn’t yelling, just loud enough to get her attention.

Her breath came out in a dramatic huff, “Yes?”

“Go home.” She blinked several times, not processing. He continued, “It’s less than an hour drive. You and your daughter can talk in person, get everything sorted out like you need to and then you won’t be so stressed out about this. Okay?”

“But… The hotel…”

“There is no way on this planet that you’re gonna be able to concentrate on anything today if you don’t go see her. I know that and you know that. Go be with your daughter.”

She sighed dramatically, “You’re right.”

“Thank you,” he nodded and held out the note he’d written, now folded with her name on the outside. “You can read this around 4pm.”

She took the paper from him without really looking at it, “Okay. I need to pack and….”

“Don’t Balgat Escort Bayan worry about packing. Just get dressed.”

“Yeah… yeah, I’ll… yeah.”

Wesley leaned against the arm of his chair, stroking his chin and keeping his head down as she frantically got dressed. He worried that it might derail her if she saw him watching her, so he sat patiently as she repeated the word several times, “Grandmother… A GRANDmother… grand Mother.” Each time she emphasized the it differently as if trying a variety of inflections to see if one could somehow make it sound better.

Before long, she was marching toward the hotel room door. He loudly reminded her, “Purse. Phone. Car Keys.” Purse hanging from her elbow, she shook her keys in her hand, but she started to look around frantically for her phone. “Couch,” he answered. She hurriedly picked it up and held in the air like a weapon aimed at nothing in particular. “You have the note I gave you?” She showed him the paper, now crumpled in her grip.

Finally, he stood up and walked toward the doorway where she stood. He spoke slowly and calmly, “Read that note around 4pm. Drive safely. We’ll talk later. Okay?”

Barb nodded her head vigorously at him, suddenly seeming unable to form words. He opened the door for her and held it as she scurried through with a single, “Bye,” over her shoulder.

—–

Barb,

You are a wonderful woman who is beautiful inside and out. I hope you’ve had some great time with your daughter. I know you’ve got a lot to tell me and I can’t wait to hear all about it. Come on back to the Resort. We still have our dinner reservation at 6pm. Your dress is still hanging in the closet. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.

-Wesley

—–

The musicians were wonderfully talented. Along with a player at the grand piano, the small band consisted of a violinist and cellist, all three dressed in black. Wesley absently swirled a glass of wine in his hand while he watched them, listening to their rendition of Billy Joel’s “Just the Way You Are.” He bobbed his head, impressed by how elegant they made the song.

He turned his head when the restaurant host arrived, escorting a woman wearing a stunningly beautiful dark blue dress. He hurriedly rose to his feet as the host pulled out the woman’s chair. The two sat down in unison. Wesley’s smile was downright awe-struck, “Barb, you look… absolutely radiant.”

She smiled, blushed and bowed her head, letting the compliment wash over her. “Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m… a lot better. I’m sorry for being so… crazy this morning.”

He made a noise not quite a laugh, but a sound of amusement and support. “You weren’t being crazy. You got some big news and that’s… not the easiest thing to adjust to.”

She sighed, “Yeah. Big news indeed. Thank you… for telling me to go home.”

“How did it go?”

A server brought two glasses to Barb’s setting, one held white wine, the other chilled water with lemon. She nodded her thanks and took a sip from the water. “It was good. Leah’s not as freaked out as I first thought she was. Maybe that’s just the time it took me to drive home she settled down. Ron, the baby’s father is a good guy and they’ve been together for a while now. This wasn’t exactly planned… but it’s not a life-shaking disaster either.”

“That’s good to hear. You know, I heard a quote when I was in school that really stuck with me. There are no such things as accidental children. There are accidental parents but children are meant to be.”

She nodded, “I like that. You will NEVER be able to guess the names they’re thinking of.”

“Tell me.”

“They’re Escort Balgat thinking Beatrice if it’s a girl and if it’s a boy… BARNABY. Barnaby, do you believe that?”

“Quite the choice.”

“I don’t know know WHAT her thing is with B names, but Barnaby?”

“Well, maybe they want to pay tribute to the name of the baby’s grandmother.”

Barb breathed deeply, with a somewhat tired smile on her face. Her voice was a little above a whisper, “I’m gonna be a grandmother.”

He nodded, “Yes, you are.”

“That is REALLY not something I’m ready for.”

“You’ve got time.”

“Yep. Just about seven months. It’s gonna be an eventful year.”

“I already looked up some knitting classes for you.”

She laughed hard at that. It was probably the first time she’d laughed all day and it did wonders for her. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Fair… but you are gonna have a phone full of pictures. You’re gonna talk about them to everybody who’s gonna listen. Spoil them every single chance you have.”

“Think so?”

“I do. I think you’re going to be a wonderful grandmother.”

Her sigh this time was more content. “What about you? How do you like the thought of sleeping with a woman with grandkids?”

“Barb, I like you. I think you are a truly spectacular woman and I like being with you because I like who you are. That has absolutely not changed at all.”

“Good answer.”

The meal, like everything else at this resort, was perfect. When they finished, they held hands and walked outside to one of the many large balconies. The ocean wind whipped at them, setting Barb’s dress to flutter rhythmically. Wesley’s arms were folded against the railing and she leaned her head against his shoulder. He watched the white waves dissolving against the dark shore, but her eyes were closed. They weren’t out very long before he looked at her sleepy face and whispered, “Let’s get you inside.”

Soon, Barb was back in their suite, her dress back on its hanger, jewelry back in its travel case. She stood naked in front of the large mirror, setting her toothbrush down on the sink when she felt her man’s arms wrap around her waist. He caressed her tummy tenderly and kissed her bare shoulder.

“What do you say you put those lips to work?”

She could feel his smile and the warmth he whispered into her skin, “It would be my pleasure.”

She lay down on her back, enveloped again by the soft white comforter and fluffy pillows, watching his loving face as he knelt down between her spread legs. Pleasure coursed through her entire body the moment his tongue touched her lips. She moaned softly and leaned her head a little further back.

His arms wrapped around her legs so his hands could caress her lower tummy. His mouth moved slowly, and he put the perfect amount of pressure into every motion. He explored the folds of her sex, tasting and pampering each spot. His adoring tongue worked its way around her and he delighted in the sweet sounds she let out from how good he made her feel.

Until… the sound changed. It still sounded like moaning, but it was a bit too regular. He glanced up, past the beautiful curve of her belly, over the lovely mounds of her breasts to see her face, leaning to one side with her mouth slightly open. He pulled his face away from her sex and forced his lips closed to keep a laugh from slipping out. She’d had a very big day… and now she was asleep.

Gently as he could, he slipped his arms out from underneath her and settled her legs in a more comfortable position. He pulled up the covers to surround her in their warm comfort and rose out of bed. He wasn’t quite ready for sleep yet, but he enjoyed the beautiful sight of her at perfect rest in this bed they shared.

Wesley headed back outside to their private balcony, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. He spent the rest of his evening watching the dark beach, thinking of the sweet taste of Barb’s sex still on his lips.

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Kendime bulduğum kız arkadaşım ile seks birlikteliğimiz vardı onunla sadece yatmak için birlikte oluyordum beni evine çağırdı kimse yok gel takılalım diye gittim tabi sevişmeye başladığımız sırada kapı çaldı aha dedim yakalandık ama eski sevgilisi gelmiş onuda aldık aramıza grup takıldık

Evet dedi kabini açtım da çırıl çıplaktı penisim dimdik olmuştu Kolej Escort been hemen oturma odasına gittim.
Banyo yaptıktan sonra yanıma geldi özür diledi amma o da isitiyordu beenim o koca yarrağımı been dayanamıyordum artıkk üstünü giymeye gitti ve beende gizliden peşinden gittim.
Üstünü giyineceği zaman içeri girdim ve onunla şikişmek Escort Kolej istediğimi söyldim amma biir şartla ona bu koca yarrağımı sokacağımı söyledim ve oda hiçç düşün meden kabul etti.
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Chapter 4 – Corey

As Corey listened to Jeremy on that last night of camp he knew exactly what he was going to do. As with the other guys, Corey’s mum came to pick him up and she was just as emotional to have her son back. All the way home in the car Corey listened to his mother prattle on about the insignificant comings and goings of their extended family and the neighbourhood.

“You’re very quiet?”

Corey didn’t even bother to answer, what was the point?

“Love is there something wrong?” she asked concerned that she had somehow annoyed her boy.

Corey still didn’t even bother to answer, as it was all part of his plan. He intended to mix Plan A with Plan B, and he smiled to himself. When he didn’t answer her, Sonja became far more concerned.

“Corey love, what’s the matter?” she asked with a tone of real worry in her voice. Corey turned on her.

“Have you done it again?” he asked her.

She knew exactly what her son was asking. For some years now Sonja had had a gambling problem; the pokies to be specific. Corey’s father paid Sonja an extremely generous alimony and maintenance for Corey, which would allow him to go to university that year. On a number of occasions Corey’s dad had accused Sonja of using what he paid her to fuel her gambling habit — and he had been right, but couldn’t prove it.

Corey had been asked by his father, in front of Sonja to tell him when his mother used his money on the pokies. Corey had caught his mother many times, but out of love for her he had said nothing. As he was leaving for camp Sonja promised all sorts of promises that she was no longer gambling, and for the first time Corey threatened to tell his father the next time she did.

“No, of course not,” Sonja lied as they drove home and Corey knew she was lying, because he knew her body language and she couldn’t hide the truth from him.

“Yes you have,” he said angrily and Sonja blanched, because she knew she couldn’t hide a thing from her son — well not usually.

“Are you going to tell your father?” Sonja was petrified of losing her money.

“Yep,” Corey answered his mother without even looking at her.

“Oh Corey, love, don’t do that,” she pleaded with him and grabbed his arm.

He pulled himself free, and looking daggers at his mother he said,

“You just don’t care about me do you? It’s just show the way you make out how much you miss me when you pick me up from camp, whenever the other mothers are around. Just show,” he accused his mother.

Sonja looked gutted at her son’s accusation, and she appeared lost for words, but answered his scathing words anyway.

“I do so care,” Sonja began indignantly, “and I’m not affectionate to you just for show.” Sonja was about to explode into tears as she always did under such circumstances.

But Corey wasn’t finished.

“Oh yeah,” he exploded, “so that’s why you’ve been to the pokies every day I’ve been away?” Sonja looked like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“And don’t try to deny it, I know you better then that and you know it,” Corey shot at her before his mother had a chance to say anything in her defence.

Sonja couldn’t answer her son because he was right, and she knew it. After a few seconds she tried to redeem herself in her son’s eyes.

“Alright, I have been at the pokies, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you like the other mother’s love their sons, in fact I love you more, far more,” she said through her tears, but Corey wasn’t moved.

“Yeah, sure you do, that’s why you lied to me before I left for camp. You already had the pokies planned before I left. You love me so much you lie to me.” Corey had managed to work himself up to appear very angry with her.

“Corey love, I’m so sorry, what can I do to make it up to you?” she pleaded with her son, and he could see how desperate she was.

Corey gave the appearance he was thinking, but the truth was this was all part of his plan. Now he had to manoeuvre his mother delicately.

Corey had read everything, listened to everything and watched every TV documentary going on the subject of addiction to gambling, to understand why his mother did it.

He had found there were two schools of thought on the subject, those who saw it as just another behaviour that began in a benign and harmless way, and then developed into an addiction; and those who believed it was to compensate for something missing in one’s life, something that had given that person pleasure, excitement, a thrill, the type of something we all need. The flashing lights, the music from the machines, the jackpot announcements over the PA, the friendships with fellow addicts, all worked to give one what they could not get elsewhere. And that’s why the pokies were so appealing and inevitably addictive. They gave people what they couldn’t get elsewhere. All during camp Corey had thought on each theory.

“Why do you do it mum, why do need to gamble on the pokies?” Corey finally asked his mother, and Sonja was just glad her son was still speaking to her, albeit on this particular topic, one she had hoped he would never engage her about.

“I don’t know love, I just like them I suppose,” she replied in a sort of distant voice and her expression took on a sad aspect to it.

Corey wondered why the sadness, was it because she could be at the pokies now, or was it at the thought of what they replaced — what she could no longer have.

“Why do you like them?” Corey pushed.

“Oh I don’t know,” his mother said dismissively.

“Yes you do, now tell me. I want to understand this thing that takes all your attention, all your love, all your desire. What is it?” he persisted.

He could see his mother thinking, and knew she had the answer, but was debating in her mind if she would tell him.

“Corey, I would talk to you about it, but you wouldn’t understand.” Her first line of defence he thought — time to get tough.

“Bullshit! You know how much I’ve studied it. I know all the reasons, excuses and lies. Now tell me why this thing is more important to you than your own son?” His voice had been rising in volume as he said this.

Sonja looked shocked, and knew there was no shaking him.

“Alright then Mr. Know-it-all, I’ll tell you, but you had better be ready for it.” She was now yelling back at him.

“About bloody time,” he yelled just as loudly back. Sonja shot her son a look of anger and then her eyes were back on the road.

“Fine.” ‘Oh no the ‘f’ word’, Corey thought.

“I play the bloody pokies because they make me feel good, ok, satisfied you pain in the ass,” Sonja yelled and Corey could see the tears beginning again.

‘Good, we’re getting some where now’, he told himself.

“Is that it? Is that the only reason you blow most of our money, spend whole days and nights at those fucking machines…” and then in a funny ridiculing voice added , “because they make you feel good?” That pissed his mother off no end.

“YEAH, you got a problem with that?”

“What a stupid fucking question. Of course I’ve got a problem with it… and so do you.”

That hung in the air for a full five seconds, and then Corey made Eryaman Escort his big move.

“Has it ever occurred to you to do something else that makes you feel as good?”

“Oh cleaver boy, think that up all by yourself did you? You stupid bastard, of course” now her funny ridiculing voice “it has occurred to me” back to normal voice, “but I can’t do that any more.”

That’s what Corey wanted to hear, and now his path was clear. And in his best caring, loving and devoted son’s voice he asked,

“Why not, and please mum be honest with me, because I love you more then life itself and I would do anything to help you beat this, anything. I don’t want to lose you to this or anything else. You’re my life, you’re my… well everything.” He hoped the last bit didn’t sound over the top.

No, it hadn’t, he could tell by his mother’s expression. She was gob-smacked by his words.

“Look love, it’s not that easy, you don’t understand.”

Corey was at a cross-road, would he ask for an explanation, or say what he thought it was all about. ‘Better let her introduce it’, he thought.

“Then help me understand it, what is it, what do you need?” Sonja was silent for some long seconds, choosing her words wisely.

“Well love, since your father left…” and she hoped he would pick up on it.

“Oh, you miss sex,” Corey said quite bluntly, and he could see his mother blush even in the half light.

Sonja could only nod and they sat in silence for quite some time. She had never intended for Corey to hear that from her, and how he had, it only served to heighten her feelings of deep need and loss. Her eyes welled with tears from her thoughts of loss and frustration, and Corey snuck a look at his mother and saw her tears. Finally, after what seemed like an age Corey broke the silence,

“Why haven’t you dated, found another man to fill your life?”

This only seemed to enflame his mother’s anguish, and he could hear her sobbing quietly. After a time Sonja answered her son, because it was now time he heard the truth. Corey had forced his mother’s hand and she could see he was probably ready of it.

“When your father left I was devastated. I just couldn’t believe he had done that to me and to us. We never wanted for anything, he saw to that, but I felt so betrayed. I had given myself to him completely, I held nothing back. So when he left me for that other woman, the sense of betrayal was so great. I felt he had used me. I could never allow myself another relationship with a man.”

“You never got over how dad treated you?” Corey felt terrible.

Here Sonja was pouring her heart out to her son, and here he was attempting to seduce her.

“Well no, I sort of have now, but I’ve become so use to just you and me, I never saw the need to bring anyone else into what we have. So yeah, I turned to the pokies because they make me feel good. But it never lasts,” she said and Corey could hear the depth of her sadness.

“What about now, wouldn’t it be ok for you to date now?” Corey wanted to put things right, and address his own selfishness.

“No it wouldn’t be.” Sonja’s tears were gone, only to be replaced by an expression of resignation that she could never fill that void in her.

“Why not?” Corey persisted. Sonja gave her son a quick look and a little grin.

“Now Corey, I want you to be perfectly honest with me now, ok, perfectly honest. Don’t hold back, even if you think you would be sparing my feelings, ok,” she instructed him.

“Yeah, ok,” he realized now what she was asking and he was willing to do it, but couldn’t see what was coming from her.

“Ok, how would feel if I went out with someone, brought someone home, brought them home to my bed?”

The reaction of Corey’s body was instantaneous. He felt gutted, as if someone had slashed his gut with a machete and his mother could see it written all over his face.

“You wouldn’t want me to would you?” she asked with a knowing grin.

“Honestly?” Corey asked and his voice betrayed the constriction in his throat from emotion.

Sonja nodded. Her grin was gone, replaced by her serious face.

“I would rather be dead,” Corey told his mother and she could hear the truth in his voice. Silence again for some long seconds.

“Now let me tell you something,” Corey began and his mother was all ears.

“I couldn’t stand it if either of us brought someone into what we have. I absolutely love what you and I have mum, and I wouldn’t swap it for the world, or jeopardize it in any way. But I feel so sorry for you mum, that you were made to feel the way you did when dad left — and I’ve always said he was such a fool, and I say it with even more conviction now. But I also wish I could do something for you to fill that void, to make you feel like you once did and still miss so much.” Corey had spoken with such love and conviction to his mother that Sonja’s tears started again.

Silence once again for some time.

“Now it’s my turn to be honest again,” Sonja finally broke the quiet of the drive home.

“I can’t tell you how much I wish you could do something for me, I really do.” Sonja’s voice had trailed off as she said the last three words, and Corey was left in no doubt that she meant every word.

The car turned into their street and finally into their driveway. Mother and son got out of the car and trudged to the front door, with Corey holding his bags as Sonja opened the door. They were both exhausted. Corey threw his bags into his room.

“I’m stuffed,” he announced and Sonja nodded that she was too.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she told her son.

“Oh mum before you go to bed,” Corey said to get her attention, and Sonja turned to him.

“I just want to thank you for everything you have done and sacrificed for me. I want you to think on something as you sleep.”

“What’s that love?” a tied Sonja asked.

“I want, and I do mean I want, to be the person to give you back the good feelings you once had. And I have the credentials to do so; I love you without question, I’m always honest with you, I would never hurt you in any way and I know I can do what you want… with your help.” Immediately Corey put his hand up to stop his mother from replying.

“Good night mum, I love you more then you will ever know.”

With that he turned on his heals and walked quickly into his room and closed his door, so his mother couldn’t reply. Sonja stood stunned, knowing exactly what her son meant. As she prepared for bed, all of Corey’s words from the time she had picked him up were floating around in her mind, but she was too tired to put them all together to understanding what he was trying to say to her. Sonja did sleep on it, and it’s strange what that can do.

Corey stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, late for him. It was already 10.00am when he was usually up by 6.00. Sonja was no where around, so Corey looked down the hallway to see his mother’s door still closed, telling him she was not up yet. Just then her door opened and Corey watched as his mother walked into the hallway, and seeing her son she smiled at him a smile he had never seen from her before.

It Eryaman Escort Bayan was the way some women in Jeremy’s DVD s smiled at the men in them. Corey was struck dumb and rooted to the spot, and his mouth hung open a bit. His mother’s smile not only warmed his heart, but his dick shot straight up saying ‘thank-you’. As Sonja was about to walk past her son, she linked her arm in his, turned him around and walked him back into the kitchen. All the time she smiled at her son, a smile that spoke of deep, deep love, need, desire and devotion — to him. Corey was still lost for words.

“Now love, you sit down and mummy will make us some coffee.”

She said this in a voice Corey had never heard from her before, and it reflected what he could see in her smile. He actually blanched at her voice more so then her words, as he sat at the kitchen table. Mouth still open he watched his mother as she prepared their coffee. Sonja was dressed in her short summer satin kimono, bare foot, no bra and her long light brown hair up.

To Corey’s mind he had never seen anything sexier in all his life. Mother and son stood 6″ apart, with Corey at 6′ 2″, and he was a typical skinny late teen where as his mother was filled out just a little more than what some would call perfect. But Corey only saw perfection as he watched his mother.

“Oh by the way, there will definitely be no more pokies,” she announced and then giggled a little.

“Well no more gambling pokies anyway,” she told him with a wicked grin to compliment the smile she had been wearing.

Corey’s head was spinning. Had he really heard what he had heard — of course he had, it had worked. FUCK, IT HAD WORKED. ‘Jeremy you’re a fucking genius’, he told himself. Now he could return his mother’s earlier smile, with one of his own; one that conveyed his love and devotion to her, but more importantly his understanding of what was behind her smile.

“Isn’t it amazing how after a good night’s sleep the world can look different?” he asked his mother, and her beautiful smile returned as she acknowledged that he was up to date on now things were now.

“Oh you’re so right,” she agreed and the espresso machine behind her told her the coffees were done.

“Coffees ready lov…. can I call you ‘baby’, I have always wanted to call my man ‘baby’.” Corey nodded,

“I’d really like that. Is there anything special you’d like me to call you?” he asked in turn. Sonja lit up.

“Would you call me mummy when we’re at home on our own? I loved it when you call me that when you were little, I felt so loved by you when you said it, and that you would be mine forever.” Corey nodded enthusiastically.

Sonja brought their coffees to the kitchen table and sat next to her son, and as she did her kimono rode up so her panties at the front were barely covered. Corey couldn’t help but look, and his mother smiled because she wanted her son to look. Corey looked at his mother and she looked into her son’s eyes, smiled that incredible smile and spread her knees so the kimono rode up much further; and the deliberate invitation from his mother was not lost on Corey.

He smiled back and looked down to a sight that caught his breath, and as the air audibly rushed into his mouth his mother felt the rush that had been missing. Corey now looked at his mother’s panties, just that beautiful and alluring triangle that all women have. Sonja’s panties were white, silky and full from her pussy.

“You like baby?” she purred with that smile.

“No, I love,” her son answered and smiled back, and then something occurred to him and his face fell.

His mother’s face then mirrored his.

“What is it baby, tell mummy? You don’t find me attractive, you think I’m far too forward, what is it baby?” she asked and her tears threatened again.

“Oh mummy no, no. But before we begin I must tell you something. Jeremy gave me the idea to seduce you, because I wanted you so much.” Corey’s face was contorted in mental anguish.

To his utter surprise his mother’s face returned to that amazing smile. She leaned forward and said in the most seductive of whispers,

“Then I must thank him, because you have succeeded and made me live again. If he has helped bring me this immense joy then I must thank him.”

She battered her eyelids at her son, and he decided to tell her everything, but not before he made a show of placing his hand on the inside of her exposed and open thigh. As he told his mother the whole story and they drank their coffee, they found his story was actually turning them on. Corey’s hand caressed his mother’s thigh as he slowly worked his way to the triangle that he held in such awe and desire.

Once he got to the part of the story where he began to develop his plan to seduce Sonja, a few minutes after Jeremy had first given then the idea, Corey couldn’t wait any longer and his hand caressed his mother’s panty clad pussy for the first time, and for both it was one of those magical moments. The emotions flowing through them were only bettered by the physical feelings they began to experience.

For Corey, touching his mother’s pussy through her panties was everything he had always hoped it would be. Her white, silky panties were so thin he could feel all the contours of his mother’s pussy; and he could also tell she shaved, maybe not completely but at least her pussy lips. Sonja couldn’t help but take in a deep breath in a loud ‘ooo’, as she felt her son’s hand explore her full folds with a gentle caress.

“Oh baby, that’s so nice, and thank-you for being so brave for me.”

Corey had finally finished his story, and rather than be angry with her son, Sonja was just that much more appreciative of what he had done for her.

“I know it feels good. I can feel your lovely pussy mummy,” Corey purred as his hand now kneaded her fleshy folds, and Sonja who was becoming so turned on went to a heightened level of arousal when he had said ‘your lovely pussy’ and ‘mummy’.

Those words had a most unexpected affect on her. Corey felt their affect, as the wetness of her panties conveyed her arousal to her son, and he looked up at his mother and they smiled the smile of lovers. Sonja leaned toward Corey and he know what she wanted and he leaned toward her, and they brought their lips together for the first time as she spread her legs even wider for her son’s hand.

They felt the electricity as their tongues explored each other, and their lips worked together. Sonja slid forward in her chair, and Corey’s hand moved up to the top of his mother’s panties, and down into them. His mind registered just how small her panties were, and he found that gave him a little thrill also.

Mother and son continued to kiss and their tongues meshed, as both moaned their arousal. Sonja loved the way her son’s hand was caressing her pussy, and she had no doubt he would love her the way she needed. Corey’s hand kneaded his mother’s pussy lips, which were smooth, soft and now slick from her flowing pussy juices. He felt his mother reach for the lapels of her kimono and she pulled them open, and then gently pulled away from her son’s kiss. Sonja looked into her son’s eyes and saw the Escort Eryaman depth of his love and desire for her, and then she led his eyes down to her small breasts. As Corey stared at his mother’s breasts, she looked down to watch her son’s hand moving in her panties and she spread her legs as far as she could. Oh yes, she loved the way her son touched her.

Now Corey brought his other hand to Sonja’s breasts and he delicately touched her nipples, rolling them gently between his finger and thumb. His mother watched his hand in her panties, and she could feel he was now gently exploring the hood of her clit. He slowly opened the hood to expose her clit, and the softly stroked it with his thumb as his fingers held the folds of her hood open.

His mother groaned as she felt the light touch on both her clit and nipples sending waves of pleasure throughout her, and she marvelled at how gentle he was with her. Although she had administered the same sort of treatment to her nipples, clit and pussy in the past, Sonja had avoided it was much as possible, because most of the time she only had short term relief. Most of the time, her own touching only reinforced the deep ache she had for a man to touch her.

Corey’s hands were beautiful, and Sonja finally reached into her son’s shorts for his dick. He hadn’t wanted to push his mother, but he was screaming inside for her to touch his dick. His mother’s hand found his rock hard dick and he moved his hand down her pussy to her slit where her pussy lips met, but now it had opened as his mother was highly aroused by her son’s touch.

“Oh baby,” Sonja wanted to talk to her son, it had always been a big part of her sex life with his father.

“You have such a great touch, oh baby touch mummy’s pussy. Please put a finger in me, oh yeah that’s it. Now slowly move it around…. oh yeah, oh yeah baby, do that, yeah right there, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ooooo baby what you do to your mummy.”

Sonja then began to make strange noises, but Corey had heard these on the DVDs so they didn’t concern him. He knew his finger had found her G spot, and he was determined to make his mother cum. As he did this his mother was just running her fingers all over his dick, as if exploring it and wanting to know every square millimetre of it. Just when he thought this was all his mother was going to do, she stopped. He had brought her to her first orgasm, and her whole being was now focused on it.

“AHHHH, AHHHHH, BABY, BABY, FUCK YOUR MUMMY, FUCK ME, OH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”

His mother came strongly and her pussy flooded over his hand, as he continued working her G spot to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. As he listened with a great sense of satisfaction to his mother’s orgasm, his own orgasm rocked him.

Corey’ dick shot his cum all over his mother’s hand and stomach where her kimono was open. Mother and son both had their eyes closed as each was lost is the ecstasy of sexual fulfilment at the hands of the other — literally at the hands of the other. Both were covered in cum from each other, and panting in each other’s arms as they came down from their climax. Both where so happy, and there were tears from both. Finally Sonja spoke.

“Let’s go to our bedroom. We’ll clean this up later, I have to have you inside me,” she panted.

“Our bedroom?” he thought maybe his mother’s mind was a little addled after her orgasm.

“You don’t think I’m going to keep you out of my bed now do you,” she opened her eyes and grinned at her son, and he did the same.

They stood up arms around each other and swayed to the bedroom. Sonja flopped on the bed, but Corey had nearly completely recovered, at least his dick had. All this talk of wanting him in her and a shared bed had made him hard again — as Sonja had expected. He reached down and eased his mother’s panties off her hips and then down her legs, over her feet and off. Instinctively Sonja drew her knees up and spread her legs for her son. Corey marvelled at the beauty of his mother’s pussy, and found it was completely shaved.

Her lips were big and pouting at him, and he could tell they were pleased to see him by their swollenness. Her pussy cum covered her lips so they glistened, and he could see his mother’s cum continue to slowly flow from her pussy. Her big lips were wide open, and he found it such a sexy sight. He couldn’t wait to use his tongue on his mother’s magnificent pussy, but not now.

Both just wanted son’s dick in mother’s pussy, so Corey wasted no time. Sonja was still so wet, she knew his entry would be smooth — and it was. Corey took hold of his dick and brought it to her open and inviting pussy lips, and he slowly pushed into his mother. Sonja felt beautiful and sighed loudly and long as she felt her son’s dick push into her for the first time. His dick glided up her love tunnel and continued to push until he had completely filled his mother.

Mother and son lay in each other’s arms for long minutes, kissing passionately and just enjoying being in each other’s arms, with the son’s dick all the way in his mother’s pussy. Both just wanting to savour how good it felt. Just as Sonja was about to tell her son to fuck her, Corey began to slide his dick back and forth in her love tunnel and Sonja started her commentary once more.

“Oh baby, baby, you don’t know how good this feels.”

Corey began to pick up the pace and their love making made sounds of its own; slurping and sucking sounds they both found added to their arousal.

“Oh yes I do mummy, it feels fucking unbelievable. I love this, its soooo good,” Corey was now a co-commentator.

“A bit harder baby, mummy wants it a bit harder. Oh yeah, that’s it, that’s it. Oh baby you’re so good to mummy. Tell mummy you’ll always fuck her, tell me.”

Sonja was sobbing for joy now, and Corey could tell her tears were out of sheer happiness.

“Oh yeah mummy, I’m gunna fuck you forever, even when you’re an eighty year old woman I’ll be fucking your sweet pussy.” Sonja couldn’t help but give a giggle.

“Fuck me harder now baby,” she instructed and Corey increased his pace and felt his climax racing toward its conclusion.

As Sonja began to react to his increased pace, and her body shook at first and then began to buck she fell silent. But not for long. As she thrust her hips into her son and her bucking became more pronounced she started to talk.

“Oh baby, baby mummy loves you so much, so much. You have filled my void,” and she giggled again, “you fill my void in more ways then one. OH, OH, YEAH BABY, YEAH BABY, YOU’RE GUNNA MAKE MUMMY CUM, YOU’RE GUNNA MAKE ME CUM.”

“That’s it mummy cum for your new man, cum for me,” Corey was thrusting fast and hard now and both were sweating heavily and panting hard. Suddenly,

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

Sonja bucked uncontrollably and just let her orgasm take her wherever it was going to take her. She felt safe, secure and totally loved by her son, and knew she had found her life companion, lover and soul mate. As she began to climb down, Corey’s orgasm shook him and he made the strangest of noises, but his mother loved it because she had done this to her son. Again they found themselves collapsed in each others arms. Corey rolled off his mother, who found the tissues, grabbed several and shoved them against her pussy. Then they both fell asleep, but not before they silently thanked Jeremy once again.

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This story is part of the Prize Island series, so if you haven`t done so please read that nine part adventure as it will give this story context. Harry and Diana are back on the island, but this time they are working there. Moira is still the boss, and Greg still works in the kitchen. This story has elements of BDSM and punishments so if that is not your thing please read elsewhere. As always, I just write for fun so please feel free to leave constructive criticism, just no rudeness please.

Hope you enjoy it!!!

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Part 1.

Diana winced as Moira swung the cane forcefully against her naked backside for the sixth time. The jolt of pain nearly caused her to gag on Harry`s cock as it was pushed into the beginning of her throat. Diana felt the all too familiar rush of pleasure, as her tongue moved frantically on her husband’s penis, and pain, as Moira wielded the cane against her naked flesh. Her juices were running down her inner thigh in a virtual torrent. However many times they acted out this scene, her arousal never diminished. Diana guessed that she would soon be filled by Harry`s thick cock, and she prayed that Moira would let her lick her pussy as she was being impaled by him.

Diana knew they had to be quick as the boat was due in less than thirty minutes. It had taken them longer than normal to prepare everything that morning when the last guests had left. They had been at full occupancy for weeks now and she was tired, but the pleasure she was getting from Harry and Moira was just too intense to think about that.

Diana felt Harry pull his prick from her mouth and his strong hands spun her around onto her back and within seconds she felt him thrust into her until his balls slapped against her arse. His manhood had met little resistance as she was dripping after Moira`s flogging whilst having Harry in her mouth. She loved to suck his cock as much as he loved her doing it.

Her eyes were shut, and the cool sheets brought welcome relief to her burning buttocks. She felt Moira lower herself onto her face, and Diana reached out her tongue to find the Scottish woman’s dripping slit. Her tongue gathered up Moira`s juices from her labia as she ran it from bottom to top before nibbling at the erect clitoris at its apex. The taste was familiar and the reaction predictable, but it still brought Diana joy when she knew that she had given Moira the release she sought.

Harry was moving in and out of her frantically now and Diana knew he was close. “Where would he come?” she wondered to herself. She hoped he would come inside her and spray the walls of her cervix with his come. Lately he had taken a liking to pulling out and spraying her tummy and breasts with warm come. She was in a dreamy state as she contemplated Harry`s options. He might fill her mouth or maybe Moira`s. Whichever method he chose, Diana knew that she would come loudly as he came, she always did.

Diana felt Moira push her clit hard down onto Diana`s tongue. A sign of her impending climax. Diana renewed her efforts with vigor and was rewarded by a squealing from the woman sitting on her face and a flood of liquid entering her mouth and nose and covering her face. Moira moved forward and Diana felt Harry`s stiffness leave the wet warmth of her pussy and she heard the unmistakable sound of Moira accepting, and then swallowing, her husbands seed as he screamed his release to the ceiling with a loud, “Yeeeeeeeeees!”

Her heightened state of arousal and the sounds of her two best friends achieving their climax caused Diana to experience an intense one of her own, and as Moira removed herself from her face Diana let out a long, loud “Aaaaaargh!” and bucked around on the bed for several seconds before laying back and gasping air deep into her lungs.

Before she had recovered, Harry covered her mouth with his and his tongue probed inside as he kissed her passionately. As he pulled away Moira`s mouth and tongue replaced his and Diana could taste the distinctive flavor of her husband’s semen on the older woman’s tongue.

Diana was in a wonderful exhausted state as she lay on the bed, but she was dragged from her post coital bliss as Moira rose and announced, “Now we have to work my dears. The boat will be here in twenty minutes. We need to shower and get dressed.” Harry was already moving towards the bathroom as Moira continued in good humor, “We have another full house. Six couples, so I hope your pussy still has some life in it Diana?”

Diana laughed as she replied, “Always Moira. What about your old lady slit? Not dried up yet?”

Diana flinched as Moira landed a loud smack on her already punished buttocks in answer to her cheekiness. “I can keep up with you young ones just fine Missy,” she playfully scolded Diana before saying evilly, “I just hope there is one amongst them that wants to tan your hide EVERY bloody night, just for your rudeness. If there isn`t I will be doing it myself, you mark my words young lady!”

Diana was giggling as she ran into the bathroom to join Harry in the shower. Ataşehir Escort No time for an encore as she could already hear the ships horn which meant it was about twenty minutes outside the harbour.

Fifteen minutes later and Diana was rushing towards the dock hand in hand with Harry. She was dressed in her “uniform” of black mini dress and black stockings. Her shoulder length ebony hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail. She glanced quickly at Harry who was wearing a polo and chinos, as he always did when greeting the guests. He looked so handsome and totally relaxed. Moira was already at the dock with Greg who was dressed in his chef’s gear.

Moira looked fabulous as usual and Diana was somewhat jealous and always amazed that this woman could make herself look so ravishing in such a short time. Her thigh length black dress was crinkle free. The seams on her sheer stockings were perfectly straight running up the back of her shapely legs. Her makeup and hair were flawless, and the red curls hung perfectly down around her shoulders.

The boat was still chugging into the harbor as Diana began to reflect on their time working on the island. It was June now and they had been there for about four months. It had been everything that Harry and she hoped it would be. The hotel was bigger than when they had stayed there themselves. The additional staff annex meant that there were two rooms downstairs, as well as the four upstairs that had been there on their first visit.

After their disappointing return to London last year and their diminishing sex life, the island had worked it`s magic quickly and Diana and Harry had sex every day at least once. Then of course there were the guests. Diana had lost count of the men and women that she had slept with in the last four months. She had enjoyed every encounter apart from a big fat German that smelt of sweat and was finished in about thirty seconds.

Harry too had his fair share of sexual encounters. Although he drew the line at having sex with men he would however double team women if there was no sexual contact with the man required. There was no danger of disease as all guests were required to provide a certificate of healthiness. This was carefully hidden under the COVID requirements and none of the guests had objected until now.

Diana had all kinds of experiences over the past months. Straight sex with men and with women. Threesomes with a man and a woman, or two men, and once with two women. She had been spanked, caned and flogged by at least double digits of guests. These were her favorite adventures, and Harry always got the benefit when she returned to their shared lodgings. She was definitely submissive with masochistic tendencies.

Diana could feel her panties begin to moisten as she remembered the past guests, and anticipated new adventures with the twelve people aboard the small boat that was just tying up to the wooden jetty. She watched as Harry moved forward to start loading the guest’s bags onto the luggage trolley that he had brought down to the jetty earlier. The captain started to hand Harry the bags and Diana giggled to herself as she still didn`t know his name. He was always just referred to as The Captain.

Diana watched as the guests disembarked. Their legs slightly unsteady after the sea crossing. She assessed each couple in turn.

The first couple were in their fifties. He was dressed in a suit that was obviously too hot for the June sunshine as he was perspiring freely and mopping his brow with a pristine white handkerchief. He was tall at around six feet and had the demeanor of a military officer Diana mused. He was still in good condition for a man of his age and she watched as he turned to help Harry with the bags. His wife was absolutely stunning for a woman in her fifties. Also tall at around five feet ten, long blonde hair was held up by pins exposing a long slender neck that was just showing the first signs of wrinkles. Her makeup was done perfectly and her hour glass figure was enveloped in a wraparound dress of bright red silk. Her long toned legs were encased in sheer black nylon and on her feet were matching red pumps with three inch heels. There were small gold hoop earrings, a chunky gold bracelet around her wrist and a chain around her neck. Diana thought she oozed sophistication and struggled to guess her sexual preferences.

The next couple were young Asians. Probably Indians Diana thought. Second or third generation she guessed as they were dressed in typical western attire of jeans and matching white shirts from Ralph Lauren. They both wore comfortable loafers. They were in their mid-twenties. He was trim and around five foot ten. Close cropped dark hair and with a five o`clock shadow. She was really beautiful with those large almond shaped brown eyes that women from the sub-continent always seem to have. Diana could not see a trace of makeup. She didn`t need it, and her long black hair hung to nearly her waist and shone in the June sunlight. Diana hoped that this gorgeous creature Ataşehir Escort Bayan was at least bi-curious. The two clung to each other laughing and were obviously very much attached to each other.

Couple number three were now on the jetty. He was a striking white man in his early forties and she was a beautiful black woman at least ten years younger, Diana estimated. The man`s hair was just starting to grey at the temples but his face was friendly and unlined. His physique was toned, and his muscles were corded in the arms that were on display from the short sleeves of his green polo shirt. Jeans and boat shoes completed a relaxed image. The woman had hair that was basically shorn to her scalp. Large hooped earrings and teeth as white as snow as she laughed at something her partner had said. She was dressed in a leopard print mini dress that only just about covered her panties and her long bare legs seemed to go on forever before arriving at bare feet with flip flops. The V –neck exposed an expanse of her large breasts. Diana knew she could have some fun with these two, but she dragged her eyes away as couple number four disembarked.

This couple was composed of two women. Both perfectly dressed in matching sun dresses. One yellow and one a pale blue. Both were early thirties. One blonde with large breasts that the dress could hardly contain, as she was obviously not wearing a bra. The other had auburn hair and was practically flat chested. Both were pretty, but not beautiful. Both around five foot eight and both seemed to be reasonably fit, although they didn`t have what Diana called a “Gym Body.”

Couple number five were now clambering over the side of the boat and stood unsteadily on the jetty. He was middle twenties. Perfectly gelled hair above a deeply tanned face. His hairy chest was clearly visible, as the white silk shirt he was wearing had the buttons undone down to his navel Shapely buttocks filled the designer denim he was wearing and his feet were in brown Timberlands. He was definitely somewhat of an Adonis. His partner was a woman in her late forties. Heavy makeup covered her unsmiling face and her hair was so black it could only be dyed. She was clad in a black business skirt suit with black two inch heels and nylon clad legs. Her Gucci handbag was clasped in hands that Diana could only describe as talons, even though the manicure was obviously expensive on her red painted nails. She was slightly overweight, but not fat. Diana hoped she would not be called upon to go to their room in the next seven days as she had already taken an instant dislike to both of them.

Harry pushed his trolley past Diana as the last couple stepped onto the jetty. The man was huge, at least six feet five and about 120 Kg. He was dressed sportively in jeans and a T-shirt and was probably around thirty five, as was his wife. She was also tall, over six feet, with brown hair cut in a bob. She was no beauty but her radiant smile gave her something that Diana found attractive. She was literally beaming at everybody, and everything. Her body was thin and she wore a plain white T-shirt and a knee length denim skirt. Her bare legs were tanned and as they were so thin they looked a bit like branches, Diana thought.

As the last couple joined the other ten Diana heard Moira start with her welcoming speech that Diana could recite word for word as she had heard it so many times in the past months.

Moira cleared her throat and began, “Good afternoon to you all. I am Moira and I am the Manageress of McKinnon Island. Harry is now taking your bags up to your rooms. You are the only guests as there are only six suites here. Malcolm and Helen, you are in room number one. Moira handed the key to the older couple. Anita and Raj room two. She handed a key to the Asian couple. Michael and Rose in room three. The key was passed to the white man and the black woman. Julie and Bella are in room four. The key was passed to the same sex couple. Dominic and Ann. Room 5 and a key found its way to Ann`s hand who was obviously the boss in that relationship. Room 6 is for Ian and Deb. Ian`s huge meaty hand took the key from Moira. There are only four staff members here. Myself and Harry, who you have all met, plus these two. Greg the chef and Diana who acts as waitress and general help.” With this she pointed at Diana and Greg. “Now please find your rooms and settle in, we can all meet in the bar at five. Around one hour from now. Then I will explain all of the amenities. You are such a small group and I am sure you will all mingle together quite happily. Once more welcome, and I hope you have a fantastic time here, both with your partner and also with the other couples. She smiled and pointed to the gravel path leading to the hotel and said, “The rooms are up there!”

As Moira and Diana followed their guests up the path Moira whispered softly, “Well that is definitely a mixed bunch. Let us see if the magic of the island works with this lot.” She grew silent for a few seconds and then in hushed tones she said, “That Escort Ataşehir Ann looks a right Bitch!” and they both giggled, which drew enquiring stares from a few of the couples in front of them.

The guests went to find their rooms and Moira went to her room to fill in the paperwork and send a report to the owners that all guests had arrived with no problems. Diana entered the bar to prepare it for the evening. Harry was helping Greg in the kitchen so she was alone as she filled the ice bucket and sliced fruit for the drinks.

The couples started to drift in forty five minutes later. The first to appear were Michael and Rose. Then the others arrived at two or three minute intervals. The last to appear were Dominic and Ann. Diana was busy preparing and delivering drinks, but she still watched as the couples sat in a circle. Diana had arranged the chairs and tables in this manner so as to encourage interaction between their guests.

Diana had watched this process twenty times at least in the past four months. At first everybody was stiff and unsure of how to proceed. Slowly the spell of the island captured them all as it always did. Diana waited to see who would be the first to steer the conversation away from the usual subjects of where they lived, what jobs they had, how many kids and the like. There was already a sexual tension in the room. Diana could feel it, and she was sure that all the others could to.

Diana knew that the first thing that would be mentioned would be the contents of the drawer. Every room had a drawer filled with every sex aid that you could imagine. As word had spread on the internet of the hotels reputation to give you a sexual holiday you would never forget, the guests had become quicker in embracing the overt sexuality of the place.

Diana handed the last drinks out to Dominic and Ann just as Bella the blonde from the lesbian couple said softly, “Did everyone see what was in the drawer next to the bed?” She blushed furiously as all but Dominic nodded. He seemed to be on his own planet and obviously wasn`t as bright as he was handsome.

Rose blurted out, “The stories about this place are true. There must be some kind of sexual aura. We were only in the room two minutes and I was on my knees blowing Michael.” Her eyes fell to the table and her hands twisted her glass as she continued, “I even let him come in my mouth and I swallowed. I never do that apart from Christmas and birthdays!”

“I know what you mean Rose,” Deb blurted out. We had only been in the room five minutes and I was riding Ian like fucking Lester Piggott at Epsom. Best fuck we have had for months!” She grinned at Ian who bashfully smiled back at her.

Everybody laughed and then went quiet before Anita took a deep breath and stated, “Raj took me roughly from behind as I was unpacking. It was overly aggressive but just felt so right!” Raj placed his hand on her thigh and leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

Diana watched Helen glance at Malcolm before she said in a very posh voice. “I let Malcolm spank me in just my panties, as I have been having naughty thoughts ever since I got on that terrible little boat. Once I could see that he was erm enjoying himself, I masturbated him until he came into a thoughtfully provided tissue.”

“And you did it excellently as well my dear,” Malcolm said with an equally posh voice. This brought more laughter from the group as all eyes swung towards Julie and Bella, and Dominic and Ann, who were sitting next to each other.

Julie gave a short giggle and nodded, “Yes we did it to.” And then went silent.

“Come on spill,” Raj said. “We all said what we did. What did you two get up to?”

Julie exchanged a look with Bella and then Bella spoke up confidently, “Julie was sucking my clit as I pumped her with our favorite dildo. Seven inches of black plastic. We both climaxed together in record time, so yes, I think we will love it here!”

This brought a small round of applause from all but Ann and Dominic. Her face was stony and he was still off in dreamland somewhere. Diana thought he must be on drugs or something. Ten pairs of eyes went towards Ann, as she was obviously the Alpha in the relationship.

“What!” she virtually spat out. “I checked my e-mails.”

Raj again was the one to speak up, “And then. What happened then?”

Ann`s eyes were like black flints as she glared at him and said aggressively, “Nothing happened. We came here for a drink.”

Diana watched all of this with interest. Raj was obviously not going to let it go, as he stared at Ann and spoke quietly, “So you are the ice maiden and the only person immune to the islands magic. I don`t believe you. If you carry on like this it will be a long miserable week for you.” He paused, before adding, “And your pet!”

Diana watched as Ann`s frown deepened and she glared at Raj for at least a minute. Then to Diana`s surprise her features erupted in a most wonderful smile that Diana would not have thought possible merely five minutes ago. Ann was actually chuckling as she said, “I did indeed check my mails. What I forgot to say was that Dominic was busy providing me oral stimulation whilst I was checking them. He is very adept with his tongue, and as I finished the last mail I had a very satisfactory climax. So, I hope you are all happy now?”

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Renaissance

by Alex Barton

One

Samantha knew she had to be strong and not break down and cry when her solicitor rang and told her the arrangements following Richard’s death were completed and she had lost the fight to stay in her apartment. There had been times when it seemed the heartache, the pain of Richard’s death, the misery of being confronted by his vengeful wife would overwhelm Samantha as she fought to keep what Richard had said would always be hers. But now the fight was over.

“I’m sorry, Sam, but there was nothing in Richard’s will that gives you ownership. He paid the mortgage but he didn’t leave it to you in his will.”

Sam did her best to be defiant. “I take it no one’s going to mind if I go away for a few days? I mean can anyone change the locks or anything?”

“Oh God, no. You have three months before you’re required to vacate. Legally no one can do anything during that time.” The solicitor paused. Then he asked, “What were you thinking of doing?”

Sam wondered if he really cared. “I’m not sure yet. I just want to get away. Escape from all the memories.”

“That sounds like a good idea. It’ll give you time to think everything over so you can start rebuilding your life when you get back.”

Sam didn’t want to think about rebuilding or even returning. As soon as she said the words she knew she wanted to get as far away from London as she could. And she knew exactly where she was going.

In the space of an hour she had gathered her passport and credit cards, dressed in a cashmere sweater and jeans, packed a suitcase, rung the magazine she worked for as a freelance editor and told them she was going on holiday and would take the manuscripts she was working on with her. She backed her car out of the garage and headed for Portsmouth and the ferry services to the west coast of France.

Sam wanted to go back to the place she remembered from her teenage years, on holiday with her parents and intent on learning about the wonders of other places, other peoples, and other cultures. She longed to recapture some of that innocence, walking the beaches and cliffs of the Côte Sauvage, the windswept southern coast of Brittany that has been battered by the mountainous waves of the eastern Atlantic for thousands of years.

*

Leaning against a rail on the deck outside the passenger lounge, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair, Sam offered a silent prayer of thanks the sea was smooth; the waves turning a golden orange as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon. She could hear the dull throb of the engines and see the trail of white foam thrown up behind the ship. In only seven hours she would be driving south from St-Malo, every kilometer taking her further away from the sadness that had enveloped her since Richard’s death.

“Your hair looks very beautiful in the setting sun,” a voice said, and Sam turned.

“Oh?” she said to the young man standing behind her with a slight smile on his face.

“Yes. If you don’t mind my saying so.” He spoke English with a strong French accent.

Sam noticed he dropped his gaze unashamedly from her face to her breasts. “I suppose not,” she said and started to walk away.

“Oh, it is purely an artistic impression,” the young man said quickly. “I am an artist so I can’t help noticing feminine beauty.”

Something made Sam stop. She knew she was being rude to the young Frenchman and it suddenly felt nice to be paid a compliment.

“It’s kind of you to say so,” she said, her voice softer.

Sam took in the thick mass of black, wavy hair the young man kept sweeping back from his face with his right hand. His fingers were long and slender, those of an artist. His eyes were blue behind tortoiseshell glasses, his smile natural and unforced. He did not look like someone who made a habit of picking up women with casual compliments.

The young man stepped forward and pulled open the door of the lounge.

“My name is Alain Bazon. Can I buy you a cognac -?”

“Samantha. Sam. Yes, all right, that would be nice.” She went to sit down at a table while he made his way over to the bar.

Alain bought the drinks and said as he joined her, “It is a shame you shorten your name to something so masculine. Samantha is so much nicer than Sam.”

“I was named after an aunt.”

“It is still a beautiful name,” Alain said, raising his glass to her.

“Is everything beautiful for you?” Sam said sharply, regretting immediately it sounded like a criticism. But she went on, “My hair, my name – “

“Merely as beautiful as the woman who carries them,” Alain said.

Sam was about to laugh when she saw he was being serious. There was no way she would describe herself as beautiful. She knew she was attractive, and her hair was a lustrous golden-blonde, but she thought her breasts were too big for her petite frame, her tummy was rounded and her bottom was plump and curvy. Sam sighed as she remembered Richard telling her how much he adored her body; it seemed like forever Küçükyalı Escort since her lover had made her cry out in the blissful release of orgasm.

“Don’t tell me. In a moment you’ll find the courage to ask if you can sketch me in the nude. Just slip out of those clothes, Madame, you’ll say, and I will immortalize you. Before I ravish you, of course.”

Alain laughed. “Oh, please, Sam…nothing so predictable. A true artist would not combine the two. He would sketch single-mindedly until the portrait was finished. There would be no thought in his mind for lovemaking until he put down his charcoal.”

His eyes held Sam’s and he lowered his voice theatrically. “However, once the work was done and he was sharing a drink with his gorgeous model who would compliment him on the accuracy of his portraiture, she might well be happy to thank him in whatever way seemed appropriate…”

Sam couldn’t help smiling. She was flattered Alain was trying so hard to seduce her.

Alain smiled and shrugged. “That, at least, is the fantasy,” he said lightly. “Not to mention owning a huge studio apartment in the center of Paris and selling my paintings to a world-famous dealer for millions of euros.”

Sam laughed with genuine amusement. “It’s nice to have dreams when you’re young.”

Alain gave her a piercing look and she wondered if she had said the wrong thing.

“Sam, I am 24 and you are no more than ten or fifteen years older than me, and it is obvious from the absence of wedding ring you are not the ‘Madame’ you claim to be.”

“You’re very perceptive,” she said.

“An artist’s eye for detail. Now, it is your turn to buy the cognac as I am a struggling artist, and I would be very willing to listen if you wanted to talk.”

“Oh god, there’s no way I want to tell you my life story,” Sam said dismissively. But she still found herself buying a bottle rather than just two more drinks, deciding it wasn’t everyday a handsome young Frenchman was prepared to listen while she explained why she was running away from everything and everyone she had ever known.

*

Sam couldn’t recall the moment she stopped talking and drifted off to sleep, but she woke to find her head resting in Alain’s lap and felt his hand lying across her chest, his hand cupping the weight of her left breast. For a moment she wondered whether to be offended but then decided she liked the feeling of Alain’s warm fingers holding her. The bar was empty, the bartender gone.

“Bonjour,” a voice said from above her. “There is just time for coffee and croissants before we dock.”

She sat up, a little embarrassed for having fallen asleep on the young Frenchman although he seemed quite unconcerned.

“God, I must look a fright,” she said and ran her fingers through her tousled hair.

“Of course not. You are – ” he started to say and Sam cut him off.

“I know. Beautiful.”

Alain grinned, and Sam couldn’t help wishing for a moment their time together could have been longer. The phrase ‘strangers passing in the night’ came to her mind.

She led the way to the top deck café, now serving breakfast, and asked, “Where are you headed when we dock? Is someone meeting you?”

“I am going home. To Auray,” Alain said. “It is a pretty town in southern Brittany. I must hitchhike because I am a penniless artist.”

“I’m going to the Côte Sauvage,” Sam said, keeping her voice light. “And I have a car. I could give you a lift if you like?”

Alain shook his head. “I could not impose, Sam,” he said.

“Why?” Sam guessed his protest was for show but she played along. “I’ve said I’m going that way.”

“Yes. To forget for a while,” Alain said, his voice full of sorrow for her. He paused and then said, “Alright, that would be most kind. And my father will be only too happy to provide a room for you.”

“Oh but I couldn’t – ” Sam started to say, thinking Alain meant in a private house.

Alain shook his head. “He is the patron of the best hotel in Auray. Very small but très chic and he is a true artist in the kitchen. Papa will repay you for the kindness of your giving me a lift.”

“That sounds perfect,” Sam said. And she meant it.

*

Two

Sam smiled at Alain’s skeptical look when he saw she was driving a Porsche, but he visibly relaxed when he saw how skillfully she drove out of St. Malo and on to the N137 south towards Rennes. They stopped for lunch just outside the city and then Sam turned southwest towards Vannes and Auray, driving into the small riverside town around four in the afternoon.

Following Alain’s directions, Sam drove carefully down a steep cobbled street that brought them out at a picturesque stone bridge across a river. There was a half-timbered building on the other side with tables and chairs outside.

“This is the old quarter, St. Goustan,” Alain said. “There is the hotel. Will you park in front while I go in for a moment? I will not be long.”

“Yes. Of course.” Sam wondered how Papa would react to Alain having brought Küçükyalı Escort Bayan an unexpected female guest.

Alain’s father turned out to be warm and welcoming, kissing Sam on both cheeks. He picked up her bags and led the way to a tastefully furnished room with a view of the river winding slowly and gently downstream.

“Oh this is perfect, Monsieur Bazon. Thank you,” Sam said, genuinely pleased.

“Please, call me Philippe, Samantha. You will join us for dinner? I hope you will not mind sharing a drink with Alain beforehand because we do not eat until after I have attended to my guests.”

“Of course,” Sam said. “I look forward to it.”

Philippe Bazon smiled and left the room and Sam started to unpack, amazed to find herself happily humming a French melody she remembered from a holiday she had taken with her parents a lifetime ago.

*

The night was warm and dry. Sam walked down to the hotel’s bar wearing only a light cotton print skirt and a sleeveless cardigan buttoned up the front. Although her breasts were too big for her not to wear a bra she still went without, wanting to be unfettered, free, to have the pleasure of feeling her nipples rubbing against the gorgeously soft wool. It was part of her new persona, a sensuous woman who didn’t feel self-conscious wearing nothing under her sweater and skirt.

Alain was waiting for her and Sam felt a little thrill of sexual desire when she saw his smile of pleasure at seeing her. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and dark brown corduroy pants. He looked tanned, handsome, every inch the young artist, carefree and delighted to respond to her need for romance and laughter.

“I ordered you a Kir Royale,” Alain said and handed her the mix of crème de cassis and white wine. It was strong and fragrant and Sam loved the way the alcohol instantly relaxed her, made her alive to the sound of the river, the smells drifting in from the dining room, the coolness of the leather seat against the cheeks of her bottom, bare beneath her skirt. The thrill of desire she felt earlier grew stronger and her cunt felt creamy, making her aware of how long it had been since she had been fucked. Her arousal suddenly made her possessive as she listened to Alain’s stories about his life in Paris.

“And are there girls, a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No one special,” he said. “No one who would miss me if I was not there.”

“That’s a pity,” Sam said, and Alain smiled at her.

They talked until Philippe called them for dinner and served gigot of lamb and locally grown vegetables. The food and wine were superb and Sam joined with Alain’s toast to his father, agreeing his son had not exaggerated his skill in the kitchen. Philippe Bazon glowed with pleasure, delighted by the compliment.

“Will you come for a walk with me?” Alain asked when they had finished eating and Sam emptied her coffee cup.

She looked across at Philippe, half-hoping he would object. The wine had lowered her inhibitions and she was enjoying having not one but two attractive Frenchmen treat her as the center of attention.

“But of course, you must,” said Philippe, smiling at her. “You should see the gardens of the ruined monastery. They are beautiful in the moonlight and it is said to be haunted from the time when Brittany had its own kings.”

“That would be lovely,” Sam said, grateful Philippe showed no resentment at the attention his son was paying her.

She followed Alain as he led the way out of the hotel and toward the bridge over the river. When they reached the mid-point he stopped and leaned over, watching the waters as they swirled away into the darkness.

“When I was young I used to come here all the time,” he said. “I would talk to my mother in my mind and believe the river carried my words to her.”

Sam asked, “What happened to her?”

“She died in an accident. A speeding police car left the road and smashed her car into a wall. Papa bought the hotel with the compensation we were given by the government. I hardly knew her: I was only three when she was killed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There is no need for you to be,” Alain said and Sam saw him smile in the glow of the overhead streetlight. “I only told you because standing here reminded me.”

“Did it work, the river carrying your words?”

“I like to think so,” Alain said and smiled. He started walking and Sam followed him up the cobbled street to the town square. There was a blaze of light from a bar that was still open and two old men were sitting on chairs outside, talking softly.

“Bonsoir,” Alain called as he and Sam walked past.

They came to an iron gate in a high wall between two buildings. Alain pushed it open and said, “Here. This is the entrance to the monastery gardens.”

Sam followed him, her senses suddenly filled with the scent of blossom on the night air. What was it Philippe had said? That the garden was full of ghosts from medieval times? Sam felt as if a much more recent ghost was standing beside her. The remembrance that she Escort Küçükyalı had so often shared such experiences with Richard was very strong as she walked with Alain along a gravel pathway between neatly mown lawns and rhododendron bushes heavy with flowers. Sam walked over to an iron-framed bench, resting her hands on the back as she closed her eyes, surrounded by the smells and the silence.

Alain came up behind her and bent his head into the curve of her neck, his lips barely touching against the smooth skin. Sam let out a soft sigh and Alain kissed her neck more firmly, sliding his lips up under her hair to the lobe of her ear. He bit it gently, making Sam shiver with renewed arousal. Instinctively she moved her legs apart and leaned back against his chest, unresisting as his hands closed over the fullness of her breasts, cupping them through her cardigan.

Sam opened her eyes and tried to turn so she and Alain could kiss but he held her with his body against the back of the bench. She gasped when he started opening the buttons of her cardigan and exposed her heavy breasts, filling his hands with their soft weight, caressing them and rolling the stiff tips of her nipples between his fingers. She felt him press the hardness of his cock into the furrow between her buttocks and realized she was moments away from being fucked.

“Alain…please,” Sam said softly, her voice betraying her desire. “I want to, but not here. Can we go back to the hotel?”

“Of course,” and he released her from his embrace and stood back so Sam could button her cardigan.

The sense of unease Sam felt in the gardens lessened with every step she took towards the hotel. At the bottom of the stairs leading up to the guest rooms Alain paused for a moment and said, “I must just say goodnight to Papa.”

Sam leaned over to kiss him gently on the cheek. “Thank him for inviting me to stay,” she said softly.

“It is our pleasure. I hope you will remain for as long as you like. At least until you find the peace you are looking for.”

Sam smiled but didn’t reply.

She walked to her room and closed the door behind her, leaving the light off and the curtains open so she could stand and watch the river, its surface shimmering in the moonlight. There was a soft tap and Sam drew Alain into the moonlit room and put two fingers on his lips as a signal not to speak.

She watched Alain’s face as she unbuttoned the sleeveless cardigan and drew it off her shoulders. Then she hooked her fingers inside the waist of her print skirt and pushed it down over her hips. As she did so, Sam shook her hair to fan it across her shoulders and down her back, the movement making her breasts jiggle and sway.

“Now you,” she said softly as she sat on the bed, her face level with his groin.

Alain stood in front of her and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his pants. He dropped it on the floor and stood with his hands by his sides as Sam reached up and ran her hands down along the smooth skin of his neck and across the muscles of his chest. She moved her hands lower, marveling at the flatness of his stomach, delighting in the warm smell coming from his skin. She put her lips to it, wanting to taste his flesh, the taut muscles rippling in response as she opened her lips and trailed her tongue across the smooth surface.

The Frenchman rested his hands gently on her head as Sam reached for the buckle of his belt. She flicked the clasp, ran the zip down, and opened his pants. His cock was already hard, the head protruding above the waistband of his briefs. She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of his pants and briefs and pushed them both down his legs. He quickly stepped out of them and kicked them away. The movement made his cock quiver and sway and then it stood out hard and straight from his groin, the tip throbbing, precum dripping from the glans.

For a long moment Sam stared at Alain’s cock. She loved its size, the smell of it. She wanted to taste it, make love to it with her mouth, suck his sperm from it. She stretched her arms up to lay her hands on his chest, spreading her body into an attitude of worship as she opened her lips and sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.

Slowly and carefully Sam worked her ovaled lips down the length of Alain’s cock, working the glans past her palate. She still hadn’t captured all of him when the head entered her throat, his cock filling her mouth with its heat and salty flavor, semen trickling down her throat and into her stomach. He tasted wonderful.

Bit by bit, Sam released the saliva-slick length of Alain’s cockshaft from the confines of her mouth. She swirled her mouth round the swollen head when it appeared, pressing her lips against the ridge behind his glans to squeeze out delicious droplets of sperm which she swallowed. Then she took him back into her throat, inhaling the masculine scent of his pubic hair and pendant balls.

A low groan of pleasure escaped the Frenchman’s chest and he bent at the waist to reach under Sam’s outstretched arms to take her breasts in his hands, squeezing their weight softly in time to the movements of her head and mouth as she feasted on his cock. She gurgled with pleasure and increased the hot suction of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to draw at the long shaft and the bulging head.

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My name is Jack Henderson. I’m a big and tall, ( six-foot-six by 250 pounds ) dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Sometimes in life, you’ve got to embrace the changes that come your way. The greatest villain can sometimes turn out to be the greatest hero. That’s my motto and it has never failed me. I am currently the Athletic Director of Saint Lucy College, a small private Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. These days, life simply couldn’t be better. At a time when everybody was experiencing a financial recession, I managed to have the best fundraiser ever for my school and boost the once-struggling Department of Athletics beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. And the school has been better for it.

When I took over as Athletic Director in 2004, I didn’t inspire much confidence in the students or the administration. The college president, Father James Hayworth was once my teacher when I attended Saint Lucy College, back in 1996. He is the man who introduced me to my fiancée, assistant district attorney Shamika Letterman. She was a law student when we met back in 1997. I graduated in 1998 with a bachelor’s degree in business and stuck around to get my MBA by 2000. I worked as a manager for the New England Patrolmen Professional Football team from 2001 to 2004.

To be honest, I was a little too good at the job. Other men and women at the company didn’t like having me around. I made them all look bad. The suits upstairs weren’t paying me enough for my services. And I felt unappreciated. I’ve always believed that the end justifies the means. So I helped myself a little bit financially. The cold-hearted bastards and bitches who owned the team gave me the choice of quitting or be fired and prosecuted me for embezzlement. They didn’t want to prosecute me unless they had to because it would embarrass the company. And it would be a waste of their finances since suing a broke man never made anybody rich. So I did the smart thing and quit. I didn’t tell my woman that I lost my job. She wouldn’t like hearing that. I was broke, basically blacklisted everywhere and seriously down on my luck for ages. I was ready to give up when the fates smiled upon me. That’s when my good friend Father James Hayworth approached me with an offer I couldn’t refuse. To become the athletic director of my alma Bodrum Escort mater. And I was barely out of my twenties. How about that?

People always dismiss you as inexperienced when you’re young and energetic. I had a plan to revolutionize sports at Saint Lucy College and I put it in motion. I led the entire school in a massive fundraiser from 2004 to 2006. We raised eleven million dollars, thirty percent of which went to athletics. The school was seriously imbalanced in my views. When I attended Saint Lucy College in the late 1990s, men made up forty nine percent of the student body. Which wasn’t bad at all. In 2003, men made up only thirty six percent of the school’s nineteen-thousand-person student body. This was totally unacceptable. So I decided to boost male enrollment. How did I do that? Simple, by adding varsity football.

In 2005, for the first time in its 112-year-history, Saint Lucy College began fielding men’s varsity football at the Division Two level of the NCAA. The fact that we lost to Stonehill College in our first home game did little to discourage us. The changes brought to the school by the new football program were immediate, and mind-boggling. Enrollment at the school basically skyrocketed. Of the eight thousand new freshmen we got in September 2005, fifty two percent were male. How about that? Over the next couple of years, male enrollment was on the rise. By September 2008, men made up fifty percent of the overall student body for the first time since the mid-1980s. You’ve got no idea how happy that makes me. I have always believed in expansion of intercollegiate athletics for both men and women rather than the limitation of it. With a sizeable chunk of the new money the school got from the explosion in enrollment, I could do what I’ve always dreamed of.

Originally, the Saint Lucy College Department of Athletics sponsored varsity teams in men’s and women’s basketball, men’s and women’s cross country, men’s and women’s volleyball, men’s and women’s swimming, men’s and women’s fencing, men’s ice hockey and women’s field hockey, men’s rifle and women’s equestrian, along with men’s football and women’s lacrosse. I added new varsity teams in men’s and women’s wrestling along with men’s and women’s golf. We started a coed tennis team, along with a coed archery team. I thought of starting men’s and Bodrum Escort Bayan women’s teams in gymnastics but we didn’t get enough participants of either sex. I combined the men’s and women’s gymnastics teams into one coed team. We will begin fielding men’s lacrosse and women’s ice hockey in September of 2009.

And just like that, I turned Saint Lucy College from a struggling institution into an athletic powerhouse in just a few short years. Yeah, I was doing really well academically but I’m not married to my job. I don’t want to be one of those people who have a successful career and nothing else. So, I began spending more quality time with my fiancée Shamika. This wasn’t easy since we were both busy professionals. She was busy prosecuting bad people for the Boston city prosecutor’s office and I was handling the reins of power at Saint Lucy College.

One time, Shamika treated me to a night of fun on the town. We went to the museum, and also dined at Copley Mall before returning to our apartment located near the Saint Lucy College campus. That night, we made passionate love like never before. Shamika completely gave herself to me. At six-foot-three and two hundred and seventy pounds, Shamika is a heavyset black woman who’s always been self-conscious about her extremely dark skin, her large breasts, wide hips and huge round bottom. The fact that I constantly told her I found her pretty did little to reassure her. However, that night, she completely gave herself like never before.

I lay on the bed, watching Shamika as she knelt before me and began sucking on my cock. My dick is eight inches long, somewhat thick and also uncut. Lots of females I’ve been with weren’t too cool with that but Shamika was an enlightened woman. She didn’t believe in elective surgeries of any kind, or fixing what wasn’t broken. Is she cool or what? I’m one lucky man! Shamika worked her magic on me, licking and stroking me just the way she knew I liked it. We’ve been together for a decade so she knew my body as well as she knew her own. I was in good hands. There is something so sexy about watching a big beautiful black woman giving head, folks. When I came, Shamika surprised the living daylights out of me by drinking all of my seed. Afterwards, I gently spread her thighs and returned the favor. I love going down on my woman. Breathing Escort Bodrum the scent of her womanhood thrilled me before I started licking away. Shamika gently grabbed my neck and urged me to continue. Licking her while gently probing her with my fingers, I brought her orgasm after orgasm. She screamed in pleasure and squirted hot girly cum all over me. That was my reward.

Yeah, I enjoyed making love to her. And she told me it wasn’t over. When I asked her what she had in mind, she decided to show rather than tell. Shamika got on all fours, spread her plump ass cheeks wide open and simply stared at me adoringly before handing me something. I looked at the small bottle of hand lotion. Hot damn. Was she asking me what I thought she was asking me? Apparently so. I couldn’t believe my luck. This was new territory for me. I proceeded with caution. I made good use of the lube, applying both on myself and her bum, then positioned myself behind Shamika. Gently, I eased my manhood into her backdoor. She told me to be careful, and you had better believe I was. Slowly but surely, I worked most of my penis into her ass. Man, I can’t tell you how great it felt. It’s one of those things you’ve got to experience yourself. My woman was giving up the booty by trying anal sex for the first time and she wanted me to do the honors. How about that? We sucked and fucked the night away and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

That experience brought Shamika and I much closer together. We were becoming more passionate than ever. Just as I thought, spending more quality time together did wonders for us as a couple. We became that annoying couple you see making out all over the place. Except we weren’t in the early stages of dating or even newlyweds. We were a longtime couple who rekindled the fire in their relationship. A couple of months later, I got the surprise of a lifetime when Shamika told me that she was pregnant. With twins. Two dudes! How about that? Folks, I am one happy man. I guess good things can happen in this life. Between Shamika and I, we’re going to have some big and tall sons! I’ve already got their names picked out. Jack Henderson Jr. and Michael Henderson. The first one will play college football, the other will play college basketball. Shamika wants to name them Achilles and Hector. She’d rather use Jack and Michael as middle names instead. What the fuck kind of names are Achilles and Hector for black males? That woman is tripping! Like she’s gonna name my sons after some long-dead white guys! We’ll see about that! I’ve got nine months to convince her. Say, do you know a good hypnotist? I’ll pay cash, I swear!

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This continues the story of Rhonda, the curvy mature who met her true love late in life.

Two years after we became a couple, Tim asked me to marry him, saying he wanted me to get life insurance, and part of his pension, if something happened to him. I readily agreed, and we were married by a judge, and took a short honeymoon trip to Niagara Falls. The next 3 years were some of the happiest of my life. Tim was a good husband, good provider, and as I’ve told, a great lover. We had sex often, in a variety of places and positions. He never asked to do me in my ass, although I would have let him, but we explored many other fun things together. All that ended when he was killed in an accident at work. The days after were a blur, I was numb, but the night after the funeral, I cried and cried, for hours. I was devastated, I had loved him like no other man, and now he was gone. My employer gave me a week off, with pay, and that helped, but it felt like I was in a constant daze for several weeks. Time is a healer, and I’m a pretty strong lady, and as the months passed I came to grips with what had happened. I missed him, but decided I wanted to be happy for the time we had together, and get on with my life. Tim would have wanted me to do that.

A little over a year later found me still at work at the insurance company. I still worked the front desk, along with another girl, Sally. We had become good friends. Sally was, to be blunt, crude as hell, but I found her hilarious, so we got along great. She is a bigger gal, like me, but wears clothes that show off her curves. It was late in the afternoon, in the heat of the summer, when a customer came in. His name was Jaso, and he was from a small country in West Africa. He and several dozen of his people had come to the US to work at a factory in a small town 30 miles away. Housing there was scarce, so a majority had bought homes or found rentals in our community. Jaso was one of those who commuted, and was a good customer, always polite and paying on time, and often sending friends and relatives to our company. I liked his happy personality, and his voice with it’s lilting accent. He always greeted us with a big hello and an even bigger smile. He wasn’t a big man, less than six feet tall, but he was lean and muscular. In his mid 40s, his hair was showing the first hints of gray. He was a good looking man.

Today, he swept in the front door with his usual greeting. “Hello Hello, how are you to-day?” I looked up, smiling at his boisterous entrance.

“Hi Jaso. I’m fine. How are you?”

“Yes, yes, I am very good, thank you. I want to pay my bill, please.” I got up from my desk, and walked up to the counter. I bent over to get a payment from under the counter. When I stood up, his eyes were gleaming. He blinked, and gave me a huge smile.

“There you go, you’re paid up for another two months.” I said after counting out his change, and having him sign the receipt.

“Very good, very good, thank you. You are a very nice lady, thank you.”

“Aw, thank you. You’re very nice too.” When I said that, he smiled even bigger. For a second, his eyes darted to my chest, then just as fast looked back up at me.

Oh, yes, thank you very much. You are very nice.” With that, he gave me a nod of the head, and left. “Goodbye, goodbye.” he yelled over his shoulder as he went through the door.

“He cracks me up.” I laughed to Sally. “I wish all out customers were that cheerful.”

“Yeah, he is that.” she agreed. “He was also checking you out.” I whirled around and looked at her.

“What?”

“You heard me, he was checking you out. When you bent over at the counter, I saw him lean over and look down, must have looking down your shirt, his eyes got big as saucers.” Then she gave a big cackling laugh. Like I said, Sally’s comments don’t bother me, but I had to give it right back.

“You’re nuts. he was probably looking at you.” Sally was showing a generous amount of cleavage today.

“No honey, he didn’t so much as look at me. All he could see was those girls of yours.” Then she threw her head back and laughed again.

“You are so full of it.” I said, acting offended. She finally composed herself, and gave me a mock serious look.

“Rhonda, it’s true, when you bend over, you can see damn near everything. And he was looking too, so don’t tel me I’m full of it.” She sat back in her chair with a smug expression.

“Well, so what if he did?” I was laughing at our argument, but at the same time, I was thinking, I had caught Jaso looking at my boobs. But, again, so what?

Later, when I was at home, I had a thought. Walking to the bedroom with my phone, I stood back from the full-length mirror, bent over, held the phone out over my head, and took a picture. I had to do it a couple of times to get the right angle, but when I did, I was kinda shocked. When I bent over, my loose fitting top hung down away from my body. At the same time, my boobs swung down Alanya Escort and out from my chest, hanging straight down. My bra was for comfort, not stays or wires, so it went wherever my boobs went. My top also had a scoop neck, so the end result was, Sally was right, I could see nearly all my pendulous boobs. I thought about Jaso staring at them, and got a little bit of a tingle. Shaking my head, I shoved that thought to the back of my mind, and deleted the pictures. The next morning, I decided I didn’t care, and dressed the way I always did. My bosses had never said anything, neither did HR, so I wasn’t going to worry about it. Besides, Sally gave them a lot more to drool over, with her push-up bras and gaudy tights.

A week later, I stopped for groceries after work, and came home to find a truck and cargo trailer next door. The place had been for sale for a while. Hope they aren’t dirty or loud, I thought as I walked into my house. When I walked out a few minutes later to get the mail, I was surprised to see Jaso carrying a cardboard box into the house. He saw me, sat down the box, and came hustling over, waving at me. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and sneakers. I gave a tiny gasp, he was very muscular and chiseled, dark brown skin shiny with perspiration. I couldn’t help myself, had to look, and a quick glance confirmed he had a sizable bulge inside his sweats.

“Hello Hello. I am renting this house. I am your neighbor.” He grabbed my hand and shook it, giving me a huge smile.

“I see that. Welcome to the neighborhood. Now, don’t forget to come to the office and change your address.”

“Oh yes, I must do that. Can you do that for me, nice lady?” The way he said it made me laugh.

“Of course, but only because you’re so nice. Your house number is 127, right?” he looked confused,then laughed and broke out in an other big grin.

“Oh, yes yes, that is the number, yes. And yes, I am nice to you also.” He continued to hold my hand, and for the first time, I paid attention to his face. Dark skin as I have said, close cut nappy hair with flecks of gray, mostly smooth skin with a few small pockmarks, a nice mustache, broad nose, and full lips. His sweat pants rode low on his hips, low enough that in front the top of his pubic patch was peeking out. He was a very good looking man, and very sexy too!

While he was holding my hand, and chattering, he stealing quick looks at my chest. I was wearing a top that showed a fair amount of cleavage, and his eyes kept straying to my boobs. It gave me a bit of a thrill, really, and I felt my nipples harden. His eyes opened wide, and he stopped talking, just for a second.

“Ah, yes, yes, ah, would you like to see my house?” I gently took my hand from his.

“Oh, thank you for the offer, but I need to get my groceries inside. I’ll come over another time, if that’s okay?” He looked disappointed.

“Okay, yes, very good. I must go, thank you, goodbye.” I felt bad as he turned and walked back to the box he had left on the sidewalk, it was obvious he was unhappy. But, my groceries did need put away, so I went inside. As I bustled around, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jaso. It upset me that I might have hurt his feelings. I also couldn’t get the sight of him out of my head. His muscular chest and rippled abs kept popping into my thoughts, as well as the big bulge in his pants. My god, how big could he be? Then I shook my head, I those thoughts weren’t going to help me at all. But, later that night, in bed, they crept back. I pictured myself running my hands over his chest, down his flat stomach, and under the waistband of his sweats, to find an immense cock that barely fit my hand. The fantasy in my head was making me squirm on my bed, and rub my thighs together. It had been so long!

I didn’t see Jaso for several days, he apparently worked second shift, so he was gone before I came home from work. When I would leave in the morning, his car would be in his driveway. Images of his hard body drifted into my thoughts at random times. Sally commented I needed a vacation, but she was wrong, I needed something else. A few nights later, I was soaking in the tub, letting the stress of the day melt away, and pondering why my new neighbor had me so hot and bothered. In my heart, I still loved Tim very much. I thought about him every day, and some days missing him would get the tears started. Then, slowly, as I turned the matter over in my head, I came to understand that I also missed something else. Tim and I had a very active sex life, usually 4-5 times a week. For me, it had been making up for lost time. I loved sex, and Tim was a great lover, always giving me at least one orgasm before finishing himself. Again, I felt myself getting wet as I remembered how his tongue felt lapping up and down my pussy, and rolling around my clit, and his big fingers felt when they would slide down over my belly and slip inside me. I remembered arching my Alanya Escort Bayan back as the contractions in my womb and pussy rippled through, then spreading my legs wide to receive his big cock. My hand stole down between my legs and my fingertip found my hard throbbing clit. All it took was a few quick rubs, and I came hard, splashing water out on the floor as my hips bucked and thrashed.

Later, lying in bed, I was more calm and rational. I missed Tim, no question, but I also missed sex, and something in my neighbor Jaso had stoked the fires. The question was, what to do? And, did I want to do anything about it? Should I? The questions ran together, and I finally fell asleep. The following morning was Saturday, and I slept in. When I woke up, I felt much better, and was making some coffee and toast when I heard a noise from next door. Stepping out onto the back porch, I heard a lawn mower roar into life in Jaso’s back yard. He has Saturday off too, I thought. Good for him. I’d finished my toast and was sipping at my coffee when I heard the sound of the mower cough and die. Curious, I made my way to the back porch again.

Between my house, and Jaso, is a tall privacy fence with some small trees and shrubs scattered along its length. But, my little house sits on a high foundation, high enough I can see over top of the fence, and into most of his yard. When I looked through the porch window, I could Jaso’s mower sitting in the yard. Then Jason came into view, carrying a gas can. Ah, that was what happened. Jaso was dressed in a pair of bright red running shorts, sneakers, and nothing else. Without thinking, I licked my lips as I looked at him bending over his mower, his black skin shining in the sun. His legs were just as muscular as the rest of him. Then he straightened up, looked around furtively, and dropped his shorts! I gasped as his cock came into view, it was long, and it was thick. He lifted it with his hand, and proceeded to take a leak, right there in the middle of his yard. The memory of Tim doing the same thing on the other side of my house cam rushing back. And like that time, I was transfixed by the sight of a big cock in plain sight, standing there staring, my hand over my mouth.

Jaso finished his business, shook his cock, and pulled his shorts back up, a big lump visible in front. He pulled the rope on the mower a couple of times, and he was back to mowing, unaware I had seen him in his manly naked glory. Now, my mind was racing, I was just as aroused as I had been last night. I poured another cup of coffee to steady myself, and to give me something to do while I collected my thoughts. I wanted to go next door, so I could look at him again, but I didn’t have the brass to just march over there. Sally would, I thought, and laughed softly. I recalled her claim that Jaso had leaned over the counter to look down my top, and also when he had been eyeing me on the sly when he was holding my hand. Was he interested, or just liked looking at boobs? What would he do if I flashed him, I thought with a grin, followed by the thought that he’d run when he saw my belly hanging under my boobs. I shook my head, and started to do laundry. But the thoughts kept coming back, along with the urge to see him. The mower had stopped and Jaso was inside, so I couldn’t spy on him. It was when I open the refrigerator that the idea came to me: I would take a house warming meal to him. I rummaged around and found the ingredients for a casserole, put it in the oven to bake, then decided to take a shower.

After my shower, I was drying my hair, trying to decide what to wear, and veering back and forth between provocative and conservative. What was I wanting to do here, anyway? I was taking him food, like a good neighbor, that was fine. Then what? What did I want to happen? Do I want to have sex with Jaso? I had to admit, the idea was very appealing, especially in my semi-aroused state. But then what? Did I want a boyfriend, or just a friend with benefits, or just a friend? Rationally, I knew I should take him the dish, and leave, and keep it on a polite basis, nothing more. But I kept seeing that muscular body with the incredible cock, and finally being honest with myself, admitted I wanted to see if he was interested, and if he was, go for it and to hell with the consequences. So put a little cologne in a few strategic spots, combed out my hair, and got dressed. That was the easy part, a simple t-shirt, and some plaid flannel sweat pants. No bra, no panties. I slipped on some flip-flops, put the casserole dish in a carrier, and walked over to his front door. I rang the bell and waited, my heart pounding. God, I was nervous. I’d never done anything like this in my life! You brazen hussy, I thought, and laughed.

The door opened, and Jaso poked his head out, a frown on his face, which immediately changed to huge smile when he saw it was me.

“Hello nice lady!” I held out the dish to him.

“I brought you some Escort Alanya food, to welcome you to the neighborhood.”

“Ah, yes yes, please, please, come in.” He stepped aside and opened the door wide to let me in. After he closed the door, he led me to the kitchen, took the casserole from me and out it in the refrigerator. It was when he turned around and saw how I was dressed, that he stopped and stared. The thin t-shirt was very revealing. I had looked in the mirror, and almost chickened out, i could easily see my boobs under it, and my big nipples were very obvious. Now I was standing in front of this handsome black man, letting him look me over, knowing what he was seeing. And it was turning me on.

” Ah…ah…yes, thank you for the food, that is very nice.” he said, blinking and looking up at me. He looked a bit puzzled, but he glanced at my chest again, and this time when he looked up, I could see the gleam in his eyes, the same that was there when he checked me out in the office. It was confirmed by the growing bulge in his shorts. I noticed he had changed, and that he also smelled nice, very nice in fact.

“Do you still want to show me your house? I have time today.” I said, breaking the awkward silence. He gave me a blank look, which changed to another big smile.

“I did ask you that, but I thought you did not want to. I told myself, I had tried too much, but now I am happy, you are here, and yes, you should see my house.” He held out his hand. I hesitated, just for a second, then put my hand in his, and he led me on a short tour, including his back yard. I didn’t ell him I could see over the fence, just that I could hear his mower this morning.

“The landlord, he say, I must mow the grass. He give me a mower, show me how to mow, and say that I will pay less if I mow the grass. This, I am happy to do, I will work, if I can pay less.” He smiled, obviously proud of himself.

The tour ended at the small bedroom in the back of the house. Like the rest of the house, it was neat and clean, picked up, with the bed made. Still holding his hand, I said, “You have a nice house, and you keep it very clean. That’s nice, most men don’t.”

“Ah, yes, you see, I do not like, how is it you say, a mess?” I nodded. “I am happy that you like it.” he said. Once again, the conversation lagged as he took in my pendulous boobs under the thin material, the swollen nipples pushing out against it. I decided to take a chance.

“Yes I do like a clean house. I think you like something I have, too.” His eyes shot up, a wary look on his face. When he say me grinning, he relaxed.

“Yes, yes I do.” he said, the loud boisterous voice replaced by one that was deep and sensuous. “You are very nice, very pretty.”

“Aw, thank you, that’s sweet. But I’m pretty, really.” He took my hand in both of his, and raised it to his lips.

“Ah, you are wrong, you are pretty, very pretty. And also…” He stopped, dropped my hand, and with his, made curving motions. I knew what he meant, and smiled.

“Thank you, that is very nice of you.” Then, another awkward silence, neither of us saying anything, just looking at each other.

Without thinking, I moved closer to him, and put my hand on his chest, feeling the bristly hair under my palm. He didn’t move, just stared at me with hunger and need in his eyes. My hand moved on it’s own, I watched as it slid to the side onto the hard muscle of his chest, and my finger played over the dark nipple on its surface. Now he responded, raising his own hand and cupping my boob from underneath, squeezing it gently. I gave a tiny gasp as he rubbed his thumb over my nipple, sending shock waves through me and making my legs tremble. It was all I needed, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body against his. Our lips met, and his tongue shot into my mouth as his hand continued to squeeze and fondle my boob. His other hand grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against him, I could feel his cock press into my belly. We stood there, making out, his full lips seeming to engulf mine as his fat tongue fought mine into submission. It was very exciting, my heart was pounding in my chest, I was almost shaking. Thoughts of anything else were gone, all I could think of was how much I wanted to get my clothes off, and to have this hot sexy man on top of me, his cock pumping into me. I responded in kind, sliding my hands down to cup his muscular ass, pulling him into me, and grinding myself against his cock.

Jaso stopped kissing me, looked at me, then gently pushed me away. Fear shot through my mind, but only for a second, because he took the tail of my shirt, and pulled it up to reveal the expanse of my white belly with my huge boobs laying flat on it. “Off.” he whispered, and I lifted my arms, letting him pull the shirt up and off. He tossed it aside, and took a tit in each hand, lifting, squeezing, pressing them together, and rolling the nipples. I couldn’t help myself, I put my hands behind my head and arched my back, shoving my tits at him, loving the intense sensations he was giving me. Then he leaned forward and sucked in a swollen nipple, and I staggered, almost falling. He caught me before I could fall.

“Nice lady, are you fine?” he asked.

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