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They worked together in the trauma center of a large hospital. The last month even had them on the same shift. Karen and Melissa had known each other since nursing school. They were good friends and drinking buddies.

Karen was a curvy brunette and at 37, she was ten years older than Melissa. Karen was a DD with a nice round ass that looked great in her tight scrubs. Most people in health care are familiar with scrub butt. Karen had one of the finest scrub butts in the hospital. Melissa was a busty redhead. Her boobs were younger, a full D and firmer. But their size weighed them down just the same. Her ass was firm, round and gave Karen’s ass a run for her money.

The boys were finishing a deck at Melissa’s house today. The girls finished their shifts and stopped at Karen’s to shower and change. Then they were headed to Melissa’s. The plan was grilled chicken and beer to relax.

Like nurses everywhere, they finish a shift and need to clean every square inch of their bodies. They lived a few miles apart, and work was a thirty minute drive. When they worked the same shift, they usually carpooled. It wasn’t unusual for them to shower at each other’s house after work.

Today they had been complaining about the nurse manager and her attitude. Karen just kept her end of the conversation and walked towards the bathroom. Melissa simply followed Karen into the bathroom and continued the conversation. Not intending to violate her privacy but not embarrassed by bodily functions either. Nurses don’t have a sense of modesty.

Karen pulled her top over her head. Still facing away from Melissa, she reached around and unsnapped her bra. It dropped to the floor. Melissa could just see the sides of her large boobs. After turning on the water, she stepped back, bent slightly at the hips and slid out of her royal blue scrubs.

Melissa was amazed by Karen’s ass. It looked even better than she had imagined. Two kids and it was still firm and round. It was smooth and large. Not fat, but curved. She had a small a pair of red lips tattooed on the right cheek. Melissa knew Karen had a few tats. She often spoke about how she got turned on while getting them. In one quick movement, Karen was already in the shower and the blue shower curtain was pulled closed.

Melissa had always enjoyed the female form. Since high school, she had been with a few women, with and without her husband Larry. She looked down at the scrub pants on the floor. A lacy red thong was inside of them. She thought “That must look incredible when shes wearing it.”

Melissa pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet to pee. She took a deep breath. Her heart was beating. She tried to discuss the nurse manager that had been the focus of their chat when she followed Karen into the bathroom. But all she could think about was seeing the rest of Karen. And touching her. Not that Karen was by any means shy, but Melissa had never heard her mention girls, other than the occasional sexual innuendo when Karen was drunk. She finished, stood up and flushed. She was washing her hands when the curtain moved back a few inches and Karens voice.

“Hey red, why don’t you grab us a couple shower beers?”

Red or Ginge, were the nicknames she had for Melissa, neither bothered her. She walked out to the kitchen and grabbed four cans of Coors Light from the fridge. When she walked back to the bathroom. Melissa reached around the curtain and held a beer inside for Karen. She set two cans on the counter and popped the top on her own beer.

“Um, red? It’s not a shower beer, if you’re not In the shower. Get in here.”

A bit startled, Melissa muttered “Oh, OK”. Dropped her own scrubs to the floor and slid the curtain aside.

Karen’s amazing ass was turned towards Melissa and the water was running through her hair and down to the shelf formed by her ass. Karen’s head was back and she as taking a long gulp from the beer can.

Karen and Patrick had a smaller house than Melissa did. This was the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. The bathtub/shower was a bit confined for two. Especially when you are trying to avoid molesting your shower mate. The corner of the bathtub near the shower head had a plastic rack that held the body wash and shampoo. A red loofah was hooked on the corner of the rack.

Opposite the wall with the shower head, a wash cloth was hung over a blue dildo suction cupped to the wall. Melissa was staring at it when Karen said “It does much more than just holding that washcloth. Both Patrick and I enjoy that from time to time.”

Melissa mind was blank. Processing all this information stifled her speech. Patrick? Both of them?

“Its Ok, Red. Us old folks use the sex toys too.” Chirped Karen.

Melissa turned to her. Her right shoulder had an amazing tat of a Buddha and a Lotus blossom. Great colors and artwork. It went from her shoulder to the top of one of the most amazing breasts Melissa had ever seen. They were DDs with large and very erect nipples as big as Melissas escort ataşehir fingertips. Water was running down her body and Melissa followed the flow. Right down to her completely smooth pussy. Melissa kept hers waxed. Karen either waxed or shaved it regular.

“Well if you’re just gonna stare at least be useful.” She handed over the loofah and vanilla body wash.

Karen stood to fully face her, putting one hand on the wall and the other on the curtain rod. Melissa took the loofah, poured a generous dab of soap on and reached to rub it on Karen. She started at the shoulders then across both of her boobs, spending a little extra time to rub her nipples. Karen closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan.

“Red, be careful not to tease a sister. It’s been a few days.”

Melissa knew she was being teased. Karen oozed sexuality. She reached back, took the beer off the shelf and finished the rest in a single gulp. Melissa rubbed the loofah in big circles over Karens stomach and towards her groin, stopping just short of her majora lips.

“I said, don’t tease, Red.”

Melissa decided to call her bluff. She moved right up to Karen, smashed their boobs together and started grinding against her friend. The soap bubbles were amazing. She moved so that their nipples kept rubbing together. Karen reached around and pulled them together, pushing Melissa against the cold tile. Then she leaned in and kissed her.

Holy fuck. Karen was an amazing kisser. They kissed and rubbed against each other. Their curves were perfect together. Karen leaned down and took Melissa’s right nipple in her mouth. She twirled it with her tongue sucking and licking, while her hand moved down slid into Melissa’s wet pussy.

The first orgasm was instant. But she didn’t stop. She kept kissing her mouth, rubbing her clit. Toying with her clit. Flipping it between two fingers then using her thumb. The next orgasm was was stronger. Then another. Karen’s hand was as good as her lips were at kissing.

Oh God. Its gonna happen. Melissa panicked, then she realized she was in a shower. Karens thumb was pounding in and out of her. Melissa held her breath as the orgasm squirted out of her, covering Karens hand and Melissa’s legs with her pussy juice. Melissas knees almost gave out.

“Oh Red, I didn’t know you could do that!”

“It doesnt happen all the time. I can’t control it.”

“That was hot.” Purred Karen.

Melissa reached to her left and snapped the dildo off the wall. She twisted around and pushed Karen up against the wall, leaning down to take a huge nipple in her hot mouth. Then she reached down between Karens legs and slid the rubber dildo into her pussy. Melissa could barely wrap her hand around the dildo. It felt like her husbands cock.

Karen gasped, but relaxed and the dildo slid in and out of her in a fast rhythm. Back and force. The combination of the dildo and her nipples being toyed with by Melissa drove her to her own orgasm. A long deep one. Melissa was very talented.

While Melissa fucked her with the big blue toy, Karen returned the favor with her hands. Melissa broke free of their embrace and knelt down pushing Karen against the wall. While she continued to fuck her friend with the dildo, she buried her face in the very warm pussy, flicking and nibbling on her clit. The reaction was intense. Karen’s entire body began trembling as she experienced wave after wave of orgasm.

“Oh fuck! Lick that pussy Red! Momma needs to cum like that again. Damn, I knew you’d be a hot fuck!”

When Karen legitimately became worried that her legs would give out, she stepped back and took the dildo out of her pussy.

“Let me show you how we do it here.” Karen reached down and pulled it from her pussy. Then solidly slapped it onto the wall. The suction cup base held it in place below waist level.

“Now back that fine ass of yours up and slide that into your hot pussy.”

Melissa was so hot and wet, that she took the entire length of it, in on the first stroke. Fuck did it feel good. Bending her legs to adjust the height, she start pumping against the rubber dick. Each stroke pushed it deep into her pussy until her ass hit the wall. It was like being bent over and fucked like a cheap whore.

“Fuck that rubber dick baby! Show me what a slut you are for cock!” Karen leaned back against the tile and rubbed her own nipples and clit, giving herself more orgasms while she watched the redhead’s face contort through orgasm after orgasm.

Melissa was thankful for those hours in the gym. Her highs and hamstrings were sore and tight, but she could not stop fucking this magical rubber cock. It filled her so nice and so deep. Her whole pussy spasm again and she could feel the warmth of her cum as she squirted all over the blue dick and the wall, then ran down her leg.

She finally opened her eyes to see Karen rubbing her pussy. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, she motioned Karen over. Karen stepped closer and place one leg on the kadıköy escort side of the tub to give her ginger friend better access to her excited pussy. Melissa managed to find a rhythm that let her lick that delicious pussy and ride that blue cock.

The girls rubbed and sucked and fucked each other until they ran out of hot water. Karen finally reached over and shut off the water. Melissa was still pumping the dildo until she noticed the only sound was the slap of her ass against the wet wall.

After dismounting the dildo, she took Karen in her arms and kissed her deeply. This girl has a amazing mouth she thought. It wasn’t until that moment did she realize Karen hadn’t licked her pussy. Next time, she told herself.

Karen broke their kiss and pulled back the curtain to reach for a towel.

Melissa looked back at the rubber dick sagging on the wall “That’s a hell of a family toy.”

“You should see our family strapon. Let’s get dressed, the boys are waiting.”

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Today was just putting the finishing touches on the deck. The steps, the handrails, and the trim. They had started about Ten AM. Took a sandwich break about 1:00. It was 4:30 and the tools were put away. Patrick had been helping Larry with the new deck. Today was the third day he had helped. In exchange for lunch, unlimited beer and lifetime access to the hot tub, Patrick was much a much appreciated set of hands.

They had drank more beer today because less chance of a big screwup. And it was damn hot.

They had met through their wives, and like many couples, both partners became friends. It wasn’t Melissa’s friend Karen and her husband. It was Karen and Patrick. Patrick was a firefighter and his schedule had worked out perfect for the project. Larry had taken a few days off from his computer sales job.

They probably would have finished earlier, but they finished most of a case of beer. And the heat. Late July was a tough time to be doing manual labor. They wore both in cargo shorts and tshirts, which were soaked through with sweat. Patrick was 38 and a slim smooth guy, 5’8″ maybe 175 soaking wet, sandy blonde hair cut short. Larry was 30, built thicker and at 5’11 a bit taller. He weighed about 215 with a black crew cut. He was hairy ueverywhere.

When it was time to cleanup, he took Patrick to the Master bedroom. The bathroom was his project from two years prior. The center piece was the four foot square shower with multiple heads on the ceiling and walls. The clear glass door and lights made it nice and bright. Unless you wanted it a little darker. There was even a bluetooth speaker in there.

Larry showed him how to operate the shower heads and started the water for him. He moved out of the shower and turned to find Patrick had stepped out of his shorts and dropped his shirt to the floor. Damn. Larry couldn’t help but notice how well built Patrick was. He was completely smooth from the neck down. A little pink from the sun and sweaty.

When Patrick stepped over to the toilet to pee, Larry got a nice view of a nice tight ass. He had noticed it before and a couple times over the project, he had gotten a look at it up Patricks shorts. He was a little jealous. He didn’t work out enough, never had. But Melissa always made fun of his lack of an ass.

Patrick’s cock was smooth and cut. Larry could see that from his view to the toilet. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen another man’s cock. Not even the first time in this bathroom. Melissa and he had shared a few girls and guys over the years. He considered himself to be hetero-flexible.

He felt a bit of stirring in his own loins, so he started to leave. “Towels are there on the shelf by the door. Do you need anything else?”

“Sure. How about a shower beer?” He asked.

“What kind of host am I, not to have offered a shower beer? I’ll be right back.” Trying to clear his of the image of Patrick rinsing off in the shower, Larry headed to the kitchen and grabbed two beers.

By the time he got back upstairs, Patrick was lathering himself up. Larry opened the door and handed the can into Patrick. “Here you go. Anything else?”

“Well i cant figure out which of these buttons makes this thing scrub my back.” He said it half serious.

Larry replied “Normally, I have Melissa do that.”

“Well shes not here and you don’t want me to complain about the host, do you?” He turned to look at Larry with a smile on his face. Larry noticed that Patricks dick had gone from flat to about half mast.

“We can’t have that, can we?” So Larry stepped out of his shorts and slipped off his shirt. As he opened the door and stepped in, he brushed against Patrick. The body contact caused his own dick to begin to grow.

Patrick handed over the soapy loofah and turned around, placing his hands on the wall and leaning slightly forward. Larry started at his shoulders and scrubbed his muscular back. His ass never got any sun and the tan line was obvious. It was a very tight butt. The maltepe escort bayan view and the situation were turning Larry on. His cock started to grow to its full seven plus inches. When he leaned down to wash the back of Patricks legs, he could see that Patricks cock had also hardened up.

Larry stood back up and his hardon bumped against Patricks ass.

Not sure what to do, Larry froze.

“I think you missed a spot.” Said Patrick over his shoulder. Then he leaned back and pushed his ass against Larrys stiff member. “You might need a little more soap. That helps at home.”

With the pretense out of the way, Larry took a half step forward and ground his hard cock between Patricks ass cheeks. His hairy chest against that smooth back. His hand went around Patricks waist and found his cock and started stroking it. This caused the smooth ass to work even harder against the dick grinding into it. Larry brought his head to Patricks neck and bit down. Patrick responded immediately, arching his back into the hairy man that was dominating him.

“Aarrghh oh fuck! That is hot!”

Just like a wolf pack, the beta male submitted to the alpha. Patrick turned around and got on his knees. Then he took Larrys hard cock in his mouth. Sucking it and swallowing until he gagged on it. While the rest of his body was covered in fur, Larry kept his cock and balls shaved smooth.

“Does Karen know you suck cock like this?” Asked Larry as he watched his dick being serviced.

“She loves to watch me deep throat her strapon, before she fucks me. But its not as big as you are and it doesn’t have a beautiful vein like this one for my tongue to explore.”

Larry’s wife had told him more than once that his veins were ‘porn for nurses’, particularly the ones on his dick.

“Well then, you better prepare yourself for this.”

“Oh trust me. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” Patrick shifted himself to the floor so he could reach up and put his head between the larger mans legs.

Leaning up he licked and sucked Larrys balls. Then as he stroked the alphas hard cock, Patrick explored his friends ass with his tongue. The response was instant. Larry bent over and spread his ass cheeks giving that tongue access to his sensitive brown hole. The smooth blonde knew his place. Slowly at first, he teased and explored the the tender place, then slowly, at first, penetrated it with his tongue.

“Damn it bitch! Fuck that ass with your tongue! I haven’t a tongue there in years!” Larry had forgotten how much he enjoyed having his asshole played with. Patrick bobbed his head back and forth using his tongue to fuck that tight hole.

Larry couldn’t it take it anymore. His cock was so hard it hurt. He pulled Patrick off the floor. There was no doubt where his place was. Patrick faced the wall leaned back and prepared himself to be taken by Larry.

“Do we need a condom?”

Patrick looked over his shoulder “Hell no. Fuck that ass bare. I want to feel your load when you cum.”

The first thing he felt was the cold hair conditioner being rubbed on his ass, then a finger entering his back door to lube it. Then he felt it. The head at first just pressing against his hole spreading it slowly.

“Ready?”

“Fuck Yes! Fuck that boy cunt! Breed your bitch! I want a real dick in me! I want that cock deep in my tight ass!”

Larry splashed more conditioner onto his cock and slowly slid it in to the tight white ass in front of him. Patrick pushed back to meet him. It was so tight and he was so hard, that he didn’t know how long he would last.

Their fucking got into a nice rhythm. He had his hands on Patrick’s smooth hips. Every thrust was pushing deep into that tight ass at the same time he would pull the hips towards him to get that much deeper. He could feel his balls slapping against that lovely ass.

Patrick had to put both hands against the wall, to keep his balance.

“Fuck my boy pussy! Use it! I want to feel your cum inside me!”

Without even touching it, Patrick’s dick exploded. It shot out all over the wall leaving his knees weak. He couldn’t remember ever coming that hard or that much and he never even touched his dick. The load of cum splattered on the tile in front of him.

As Patrick came his ass tightened around Larry’s dick. Pulsing. Throbbing.

Larry knew he was close. He leaned forward and put his right arm across his Patrick’s chest. As he thrust his cock deep into his cum slut, he moved that arm up around Patrick’s throat. With his throat in the v of Larry’s arm, he was choked as Larry pulled back his arm back and pushed his cock deep.

Larry opened his mouth again and bit down on is bitches neck. Harder enough to leave a mark.

Patrick cried out in lust.

“Take that ass! Fill me with your cum. Mark your territory with your cum!”

With that, Larry’s balls tightened up and began pulsing as his cum shot into Patrick’s hot ass.

How long it took to recover, neither man knew. Larry stepped back and popped out. For a guy in the shower, he was hot and sweating.

As Larry turned to the big shower head, Patrick stepped behind him and respectfully said “Please let me wash every inch of you. I want you to be clean and rested when the girls get her.”

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…35 or 40 minutes pass and we are woken by the gentle sound of rain against the picture window. You are still in my arms, we are still in the living room, and it is now 1:30 in the morning. We look at each other and smile and you reach out and touch my cheek.

I lean over and softly kiss yours. One little peck turns into two, and then into three… before we know it I am trailing my lips across your skin to your delicious lips. Once again our tongues begin their hungry search… Our tongues intertwine, lips get nibbled, and the passion builds anew. Hands wander. Moans and sighs are heard. After a long period of kissing and caressing, my mouth hesitantly moves away from your lips. I trail kisses down your neck, across your throat, up under your ear. I whisper that you are incredible, and that I am now going to make love to you for the rest of the night. I can feel you shiver within my arms.

We make our way to the bedroom.

I once again kiss your lips, and then begin to slowly kiss my way down your sexy body as I tell you how hot you are and how much you turn me on. I am taking my time, as this is something that can’t and won’t be rushed. I reach your incredible chest, and slow up even more. My hands cup and caress each wonderful breast, as I slowly kiss around the other. My lips run under, with little licks from my tongue. Little nibbles from my teeth. Little tugs on your hardening nipples. I then slowly make my way up the middle, between your chest, kissing and licking every inch of the way. I am now pinching and rolling your nipples in my fingers.

You reach down and cup your breasts, once again offering them to me. I place my finger to your lips, tracing the outline of your crimson lips until you lick the tip with your tongue, making it wet. My wet finger then circles of one of your hard nipples. Bringing my face so close to your chest, I gently blow cool air across your wet nipple, making it even stiffer.

I can no longer hold back, and I lower my head to your breasts. I take each nipple in my mouth and gently swirl my tongue around it, before pulling it between my lips. While in my mouth, I flick my tongue across your hard nipple, and I hear a moan escape your lips and hear you whisper “harder, oh-harder” pendik escort I look up at you, directly into your eyes, and then see your parted mouth with your tongue wetting them, and this time I shiver. I scrape my teeth across each nipple and tug on them before pushing your chest together so I can get at both nipples at once.

You help me push them together, lifting them higher so we can share nipple at the same time. Our tongues dance across your stiff nipple and against each other, generating sparks that run through both of our bodies. With a groan you push my head away and I take the hint. I begin to kiss my way down under your chest and to your stomach.

I circle your belly button with little kisses and long licks. I kiss lower still. My wet tongue begins to once again find the wetness of your own. I reach up and caress your chest. My lips play with your inner thigh. I lick and kiss all over your curvy hips, as you eagerly part your thighs. I kiss my way down between them and spread your legs further. Using my fingers, I reach out and slowly spread your seeping wetness up and down between your glistening lips, up around and across your hardening clit, and down below, between those sexy ass cheeks of yours. I just love the feeling of how you rotate your hips against me and my fingers and just have to take another taste.

You reach down and slide me back up your body, until our chests are pushed up against one another. The feeling of your firm chest against mine is wonderful. We kiss, and I feel your hand slide down between our bodies. You wrap your fingers around me, and begin to stroke me between your lips and against your clit. It is my turn to rotate my hips, as I grow and stiffen to full hardness. After an eternity of your teasing, you put your hands on my ass, and begin to pull me into you. I try to resist, allowing just the tip of my cock to part your lips and enter your wetness. I try to hold still, feeling you move your hips up and down, trying to work more of me into you.

I ask you to hold still. You say you can’t. With a wicked grin, I tell you that I am going to pull out completely if you don’t stop moving. Through clenched teeth you curse and hold still. I slowly push my way in a little maltepe escort deeper, just another inch. Try as you might, I only allow that much inside. I now begin to slide just the first 2 inches in and out… so very slowly. Your wetness is incredible, and I am beginning to feel it pouring out of you. This is getting me very hot… your wetness is such a turn on to me, and before long I cannot stand it any further. I have to burry myself the rest of the way into your hot and oh so sexy body. The feeling is indescribable, as your wetness fully engulfs me and we both let out a groan of passion and you run your nails over my back.

After staying locked together and not moving for a long moment, we begin to move our bodies in unison, like we have been making love for years. I pull myself all of the way out, and slowly push my hard cock back into you. You wrapped your legs around my back and pull me in even deeper still. We grind together for a moment, your hard clit against my hard dick, before I pull myself back out and we repeat the process.

We make love, slowly at first… enjoying the warmth, the closeness, the moment itself. But as what has been happening between us lately, the heat and passion begins to take over. You begin to urge me on, to move a faster… you want me to move into you harder and I am more than willing to oblige. The excitement continues to build, and I slow as you come to the edge of your next orgasm, holding the pace to keep you on the edge…

We switch positions. You want to be on top. We twist together as one, and complete the move with me still buried inside of you. You look down at me with a wild look in your eyes, and with a hot and wicked grin you begin to ride me hard. We are holding hands, and you are raising and lowering your body onto mine. Your hard nipples are rubbing against my chest. I raise my hips to match your every move. You sit up, and I reach down to massage your hard clit with my thumb. Before long you reach down to do the same, adding your fingers to my thumb. As we play with your clit in unison, you drop down on me harder and harder, and suddenly you begin to shudder and cum all over me. You fall forward onto my chest for a breather, and our mouths meet once kartal escort again.

The kiss is short lived however, and you roll off of me as our breathing returns to normal. You turn over onto your belly, as I instinctively move around behind you, my inner thighs against your hips. I slide myself up and down between your hot and sexy ass cheeks, making a slick path with all of your wetness, which is all over me. My cock is still hard and very wet from being inside of you, and I have no problems gliding up and down between your cheeks. You rotate your hips back against me, and this just turns me on even more. It doesn’t take long before I have to slide myself back into you. Slipping further down between your cheeks, I slowly slide my cock between your lips an across your hard clit before sinking my way back into your wetness. This time it’s hard and fast right from the start. Between deep breaths you tell me to fuck you hard, and I reply that I will… and promise not stop until you cum again all over my hard cock.

We pound our hot bodies against each other, and I can feel you squeezing me tighter and tighter. You let out a little cry, but we keep our rhythm, and even pick up the pace. You push up against me, and raise yourself to your knees. I guide you to the end of the bed, and stand up on the floor behind you. Firmly holding your hips, I begin to drive into you once again. Using my hands, I push your hips away from me… only to pull you hard back towards me, driving me even deeper inside of you. I run my hand up to and through your hair… and pull your head back to me… so I can look into your eyes as we fuck so good. Our tongues reach for each other. We totally loose ourselves in time. With each stroke, I pound in harder and deeper. You’ve been moaning, groaning, cursing, screaming and finally let go and loose yourself in another orgasm all over me. This sends me over the edge and all I can do is explode for the second time tonight, this time inside or your hot, soaking wet pussy.

It’s my turn to collapse on top of you… our sweat and cum mixing together as our hearts stop trying to beat out of our bodies. We finally unlock our bodies and separate. You lay your head on my chest and nuzzle into the crook of my arm, and all we can do is breath heavy and smile once again… The last thing we notice as we drift off to a well needed sleep is the warm morning sun beginning to shine through the window. The soft night rain has made way for another beautiful day…

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Hello-

This story came to me during a wedding I’d recently attended. It was my cousin’s and it was very religious so, there was zero drinking or dancing (seriously, WTF). Anyways, I’m the type who likes to get turnt at familial weddings because my family is sometimes hard to deal with, so, here’s how I’d hoped it happened but, from a different perspective, i.e. if I was single and if the groomsmen were actually nice to look at. Of course, none of this went down and is pure fantasy. Hopefully, enjoy!

~E

P.S. I plan on going to law school (hopefully soon-ish) so that’s why a lot of my characters are related to some form of further education/ legal expertise. So, sue me.

*****

God, this wedding was awful.

Sure, the ceremony was lovely, what with the choked up bride and groom (standard, right?) and the wedding colors were dull. Shades of purple and cream. Come on. The groomsmen were dressed dapper style, which was kind of cute but played out and the bridesmaids were practically covered from head to toe. Only the skin on their faces, necks, and hands was showing. Their over-the-top bouquets rivaled that of the bride’s and what bridesmaid wears fucking white?

I tried not to roll my eyes as the officiant/ preacher came across a passage of how “wives need to submit to their husbands”. I snorted and earned a disapproving glance from my father. I only shrugged. Sure, I’d “submit” if only under ropes and bondages.

I guess I should be a little more appropriate; this was, after all, my cousin. One of my closest ones at that, too. We’d practically grown up together, a year apart with him being the elder of us. At twenty-four, I was still unwed and not bred. The only one in my family so far. I sighed and sat forward a little bit more.

A groomsman, with honey eyes and black hair that fell to his shoulders, looked across the pews at me. I caught my breath because let’s just say this man was beautiful. That’s right. B-e-auuutiful.

He had a strong jaw, nose, and luscious lips, along with a thick neck that had some sort of creature snaking its way up his throat. He sported two silver rings in his right eyebrow and his ears were stretched somewhat. He smiled and revealed almost perfectly straight teeth though they were white and that’s when I realized: I had been staring at him. Blushing, I turned away and hid my face, feigning I was wiping tears away. When, in all reality, I was not.

I was happy for my cousin but was perturbed because he had converted for his fiancé. Which didn’t bode well for my family. I wasn’t super religious and didn’t care but why become a Pentecostal?

I don’t know; it was weird considering this was the guy who would be at clubs all weekend long and get drunk, have one night stands, and try to hit up my friends. I guessed he repented and now was living the holy life. I didn’t give a single flying-

“You may now kiss the bride!”

Oh, thank the lord. I clapped along with everyone else and smiled when the photographer caught me scowling. We all stood up and watched the happy couple walk down the aisle to the lobby of the church. It was a nice church, if I was into that sort of stuff, and was rather large, which was kind of pointless but whatever.

After taking the designated pictures and embracing only the family I knew, it was time to let go. However, my hopes were dampened when we found out that the reception would be taking place in the next room. Still in the goddamned church.

Well, maybe there would be some dancing but once we made our way to the other room where the reception would be held, I wanted to roll my eyes.

Circular tables with cheap white linen escort ataşehir were thrown over the tops along with little decorative pieces of “Love, Life, woodsy and deep, a scent that could drive any female with ovaries wild. I bet he was also amazing in the sack. Chewing on my bottom lip, I felt an inner pride swell up as his brown eyes shot straight to my action of innocence. “Well, I’m related to the groom. He’s my cousin.”

A smirk played on those full lips as he looked to the sky in contemplation. “Well, that would make sense given you look like you don’t belong here.”

He was right but that kind of pissed me off. “Excuse me?”

He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “With your nose ring,” he flicked it, fingertip grazing my left nostril, sending a shock through me, “and your makeup,” he added with a ‘duh’ look on his face. “I mean, you don’t technically scream ‘church-girl’,” he chuckled.

It was then that I noticed he sported a tongue ring and I immediately flushed. Oh, what could he do with that? Shaking my head from the wayward thoughts, I leaned into him. “Well, you don’t look like you belong here, either.”

Feigning offense, he placed a hand over his heart, his fingernails chipped black. God this man was so different from everyone here. And I liked that. “What do you mean? I am perfectly prim and proper. I go to this church every Sunday and I am saving myself for marriage,” he joked, ending his sentence in a low tone.

I giggled. Yes, I actually giggled. “Oh I’m sure the girls throw themselves at you in droves.”

My eyes widened at my statement. I hadn’t meant to be so bold but oh well now. It was out there. One side of his lips lifted and he turned to look out into the parking lot. Behind the cars sat an open field, farmland most likely but it was still nice being out away from the city with no distractions. “You’d be surprised,” he murmured. There was an air of sadness around him now and I almost felt bad for him. Had he been severely hurt? Was it recent?

If so, I understood. I just recently got out of a four-year relationship and my heart was still battered. Sure, that had been about six months ago but I was still recovering.

We fell into a comfortable silence, several minutes passing us by before he faced me and grinned. “Wanna get out of here? I need a drink,” he winked at me before standing up. He looked down, his eyes finding mine instantly and held out a hand. “Come on,” he whispered.

Hesitantly, I took his hand and rose. Again, that odd shock shot through to my elbow and I had to lean after I stumbled from standing so quickly. I fell into him and he held me against his chest, his lips near mine. I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed almost nervously. As if my manners just so happened to come to me, I took a step back and motioned towards myself. “Oh, I’m-.”

“Jude!” My father called my name. I inwardly groaned when he appeared at my elbow.

“Yes, Dad?” I eyed him and watched as the guy I had been talking to shift his feet awkwardly.

My dad glared at me. What, he raised me. “Ready? We’re headed back to the hotel.” Dad glanced at the guy near me, his eyes narrowing in obvious disapproval. Aside from the tattoos and piercings, he was a class act. Genuine and sweet, he was making me grow attracted towards him.

I shook my head. We had driven about five hours to be here and, thankfully I had a separate room from my parents. Being in law school had its advantages like my parents willing to pay for anything. Since they were oh-so proud of their baby girl who was going to become a big shot lawyer. Whatever. I wasn’t into it for the money. kadıköy escort I wanted to actually help people. “I-uh, I’ll meet you guys later. I wanted to see the happy couple off,” I blinked up at my dad. I’m sure he knew exactly what I was about to do but I wasn’t going to tell him.

I mean, I wasn’t his perfect little virgin princess anymore, which he probably guessed from my most recent relationship, so, oh well. I was an adult for Christ’s sake. I could do whatever the hell I wanted.

Daddy dearest smiled and nodded at me before pulling me into a quick hug. “B-be careful and safe,” he flicked his blue eyes towards the guy. “Don’t forget about the mace in your car. Love you.” He said as he handed me my phone. “Call if you need anything.”

“Love you,” I replied and waved off my stepmom.

“Aww, how sweet. Hey Jude, huh?” The guy was rubbing at his jaw with one hand when I turned back around.

I playfully punched him. “Yeah, Jude. And what’s your name? Wait, let me guess. Something dark and mysterious like Jack or even possibly Bob,” I challenged him. “It’s Bob, isn’t it? I mean, you look like a Bob.”

I was laughing when he pulled me to him to growl in my ear, “It’s Zack.”

For some inexplicable reason, this seemed right. Zack holding me like this. Zack breathing harshly in my ear. Zack pressing into me so I could feel every heart beat and twitch of his muscles. “Zack,” I repeated.

He stepped away and gestured to the parking. “Come on, I got a favorite bar we can go to.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I had changed in my car before we arrived at a little bar that had a club vibe to it.

Still in my tank, I put on some black short shorts so as to show off all the squats I liked to do. I also put on some red Chucks so I wasn’t too made up. Unfortunately for Zack, he was still stuck in his stupid groomsmen tux albeit he was down to his white button up, untucked and opened up at the chest, and khaki bottoms.

I eyed his chest piece, a black and white dragon midflight. It was partially hidden beneath a wife beater but I could still make it out. “Come on,” he pulled me towards the bar so we could order.

“Jack and coke,” I ordered, my staple. I’m sorry I couldn’t deal with the girly shit.

“Shit,” Zack muttered. “You go hard, huh?”

I only cocked a brow. “So?”

He shook his head and ordered. “Vodka on the rocks.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Vodka?”

This time, he cocked his brow at me, the one with the rings in it. “Got a problem?”

“Nah.”

We waited for our drinks while he had an arm around my waist. I was keenly aware of his body so close to mine that by the time our drinks had arrived, I was nearly panting with both want and need.

He tugged on me so we could go to a dark corner of the bar. In the center was a large dancefloor with those who were brave enough and most likely already drunk. I watched as many of the women we passed give me dirty looks because of my “date” or rather the dude I was with. I was kind of proud of myself. Feminine pride swelling.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he said once we sat down in a corner booth. Thank the heavens it was clean because I fucking hated booths.

“What do you wanna know?” I asked, sipping my drink, the burn of the sweet whiskey traveling down my throat. I scrunched my face up because I hadn’t drunk any in a hot minute. But it was still good. However, my stomach swirled, considering I didn’t get to eat that much for dinner so I’m pretty sure I’ll be drunk in about ten minutes.

“The usual. Where’re you from, what do you do…et cetera,” he winked at me and took a swill of his drink. He maltepe escort bayan also lit a cigarette. Somehow, he made the vice appear attractive and even cool. Hmm.

“Well,” I shrugged. “I’m twenty-four and I’m from a town about five hours north of here. I currently am unemployed given I’m going to law school… I’m an only kid so you could probably tell how protective my dad was of me. I just recently got out of a long-distance relationship. Well, not really. We lived together for a bit before I went off to law school but then we broke up because of… differences.”

The warmth and scorch of the whiskey swept through my extremities and made me incredibly aroused in two seconds flat. I was almost done with my drink when Zack waved at the bartender.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Hang on,” he murmured before heading back to the bar. He returned with two drinks, his and mine, in each hand. “Okay,” he said after situating himself in the booth. We were seated right next to one another, watching the other dancers, our shoulders touching. His heat warmed me up even more but I didn’t dare move away. “I’m from out west. Moved here for college. Well, college and other personal reasons that made me stay after. Anyways, I run a law firm down the road with a buddy.”

I choked on my drink.

“What?”

He was a lawyer? With the way he looked? “Uh, I wouldn’t have taken you for being a lawyer, because, well, you know,” I gestured to him.

Now, he took real offense. “No, I don’t know,” he crossed his brows.

I set my drink down and scooted closer to him. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean-.”

Then he smiled. “It’s alright. I get that all the time but for real. I am a lawyer and a good one,” he winked at me. “If you ever need any pointers, hit me up. Shit, add me to your resume as a reference if you want.”

I nodded. “Okay, thanks.”

He winked and sighed, relaxing further into the booth, smoothing his hands out on his pants. “So, what happened with the relationship? I mean, if you’re okay talking about it.”

I nodded. “I’m okay talking about it. It’s just that, he wasn’t very supportive of my career choices. He decided his future was more important than mine and well, I didn’t want to live like that.”

“Well, he’s a jackass for not realizing what he lost,” Zack mumbled, his eyes almost glazed over from the alcohol. “And I understand with the support issue. My ex wasn’t into my interests. More like she was into my younger brother.”

I placed my hand over his arm. “I’m sorry that happened. It sucks getting cheated on.”

He shook his head. “I would have been okay with her cheating but, she… didn’t love me anymore, basically.”

For some inexplicable reason, I felt genuinely sorry for him and wanted to make him feel better.

We finished our second round of drinks before Zack got us each one more. I sipped that one slowly and watched the couples out on the dancefloor writhe and grind with one another. To be honest, and this was probably the alcohol speaking, I was feeling quite frisky, combined with Zack’s scent and heady breath cascading down my bare shoulder since I was so close to him.

I set my empty drink down on the small table in front of us and sucked in a deep breath. Here we go.

Zack followed suit and as he was sitting back, I grew brave, gripping his face in my hands to bring his lips to mine. He was shocked, his eyes growing wide and his mouth agape before he relented and kissed me back. His arms slid around my waist so I could straddle him.

I whimpered when my knees pressed against the wooden backing of the booth. God, his lips were like magic with the way they suckled and pulled with the right amount of pressure to have me grinding on him. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it up, using his tongue to slither gently across my teeth. The sound of his piercing skittering over bone had me gripping his shoulders even more.

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To recap:

Miss Vickie Roach, A relatively young high school math teacher started this school year as she had in the past. Although she is a beautiful, sexy woman, she was also shy and introverted. Her dress was drab and hid her body. She rarely thought about sex, nor relationships, nor was she socially adept. That is until she started receiving email messages from one of her students in her sixth period trig class.

The email exchanges transformed Vickie to her new world of sexuality, she not only embraced it but craved it.

Anyway, there’s a lot more. Read all of the chapters if you want to know every detail. I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

The last day of school.

Vickie sat at her desk. The school year had ended. The last day. The last day of a school year that had transformed her into someone she never knew existed inside her. But she liked this new person, this new Vickie.

The room was now empty but a few minutes ago it wasn’t

Most students had raced off to their summer vacations, eager to leave school behind them. Most, if not all teachers also departed as quickly as they could.

Most students but not all.

Vickie’s sixth period class, her last class of the day had come back after their last period, They visited her, they lingered, not so eager to have the school year of their dreams end. They talked and reminisced and for the first time in their school careers, they did not want the year to end. Their senior year. They felt an emptiness, a loss but Vickie assured them that they could visit her anytime. She explained that she would be eager to see them.

They shared their summer plans and asked Vickie about hers.

They shared plans but there was a sadness that permeated throughout the room.

Vickie, who during her April senior trip, never expected to be still teaching, told her students that she would be teaching an honors summer, math program. She explained that it was not set yet, due to the lack of enrollment but she hoped that it come to fruition. She needed to keep herself busy plus she truly enjoyed teaching.

They quickly ran out of things to talk about and they had made plans to meet friends, so the seniors reluctantly left Miss Roach, who was not only their former teacher but their confidant, their lover. The woman they could tell anything, the woman who not only allowed them to express their desires but allowed them to act upon them. She was their willing subject.

They exchanged hugs, a few tears and all of them took the opportunity to to touch Miss Roach. Many kissed the teacher and she willing accepted the hungry lips, the probing tongues, the aching desires.

Tommy McMichaels stood before his teacher and stared at her chest.

Miss Roach smiled and said, “That’s a good boy, Tommy. Get a good look.”

She then reached down and grasped the front of his shorts and found him hard.

“You make sure that you take care of this, Tommy. Remember, no headaches.”

Tommy turned and slowly walked away because he felt that he was on the verge of tears,. He did not want to suffer the embarrassment from his classmates overhearing the conversation but he felt that he was losing a mentor, a teacher that understood him, a teacher that opened his eyes, literally, a teacher who was a friend, a teacher with a sexy body.

“Tommy!”

“Yes, Miss Roach?”

“Tommy, if you really need me, you know where the key is.”

Tommy smiled. The loss didn’t seem as permanent now.

The entire class knew what she meant.

“Tommy is such a good guy,” said Maryellen

Her classmates nodded in agreement.

Miss Roach not quite knowing what to say added, “good guys are hard to find.”

“Hard guys are good to find,” quipped Nicole and they all laughed.

Then there was silence as they just stood there knowing the year was truly ending.

Vickie looked around at the students who remained.

Maryellen, dear, sweet, incredibly sexy Maryellen looked sad.

Veronica leaned against her friend James. James had one hand around her waist and greedily cupped a breast while the other was inside her shorts fingering her.

Vickie just smiled at them and nodded, remembering how James spent most math classes with his hand inside Veronica’s panties, at least when she wore panties. Vickie knew that Veronica would remove her panties just for math class and then playfully scold James for only thinking about sex. But Vickie saw the lust in Veronica’s eyes as James fingered her wetness.

Elona wore a cropped top that barely covered her hard tight boobs and left much of her midriff uncovered over her tiny skirt. The teacher marveled at how this foreign born student quickly assimilated into her new surroundings.

“I miss you, Miss Vickie Roach, You be my very best teacher,” said Elona in her broken accent, in a voice that barely held back tears. She then rushed towards her teacher and threw her arms around her and hugged her deeply. The teacher let the girl embrace her, she let her take her hand pendik escort and slip it under her cropped top and hold it to her naked breast, she let Elona grab her breast and then she let her former student kiss her fully before she turned and ran out of the room sobbing.

Miss Roach. Miss Vickie Roach had explained to all of her sixth period class student about the key. Where it was, when they could use it, what to expect of her. All of them had made use of the key since the class trip. Some just to talk and seek advice but they all knew that was just a ruse. Miss Roach was eager to console them, help with college decisions, and dreams, help them with their relationships but mostly they used the key for the sex. The boys relished the blow jobs as did Vickie. Maryellen and Nicole liked to play with the teacher’s body and on a few occasions the three of them touched and probed, and licked each other till they feel asleep in each other arms and there was Dave. Dave was the one who transformed her. How patient he was as he set froth in his plan but it worked.

Miss Roach seemed to know their desires and was eager to please.

They slowly left. One after the other. Each giving their respect. Each touching her. The way they groped her was not in the least disrespectful and Vickie seemed to enjoy their touches.

Mary Ellen and Dave were the last to go.

The three of them just stood and stared at each other.

Vickie broke the ice when she asked, “well did you ever think that you’d fuck your trig teacher, Dave?”

They all laughed but the sadness filled the room.

“Can I come over tonight? I just need to taste that sweet pussy of yours,” asked Mary Ellen.

“May I?”

“Huh?”

“It’s may I? Can I means am I capable and we both know how capable you are at licking pussy.”

Mary Ellen just wasn’t in the mood and hugged Vickie and softly whispered “please,” in her ear.

“Of course, but you know that I’ll want some of yours in return.”

Mary Ellen just released her, turned and left.

Dave started to follow when his former teacher said, “Thank you, David.”

He just nodded, fearing that his voice would crack with the heartache he was feeling.

“I expect you to visit me often over the summer before you go away to college. I need to practice hand jobs and blow jobs plus I just want to get fucked.”

He nodded and slowly exited the room.

“David, wait. Close the door.”

He did as he was told.

“Come here, my teacher. The student who taught me so much. I want to give you something to show my appreciation.”

The teacher’s hands went to his belt and she looked into his eyes and whispered, “I want to suck your beautiful cock, David, would that be okay?”

He just gulped as his teacher already had his hard cock out and was stroking it.

“Yes,” he answered

“Thank you, David.”

The teacher sank to her knees and wasted no time in putting his cock in her mouth and giving him the best blow job that she could muster.

She felt a twinge of passion when he grabbed the back of her head to hold her steady and she welcomed the flow of cum that spewed into her mouth.

She stayed that way for a while. Licking him, letting his cock soften in her mouth, lapping at the last few drops that oozed from him.

He didn’t say a word as he zipped himself up, turned and left the room.

They were finally gone.

The room empty. Quiet, yet full of the imagined noise of the year.

Miss Roach liked to sit at her desk, alone, on the last day. It was typically a shortened school day. Attendance was sparse, except for her sixth period.

Vickie just sat at her desk and thought. She thought about how close she came to resigning, to fleeing, to escaping the consequences of her indiscretions. She remembered that night during the April class trip when she told her students. She knew that they would object but she never realized how much they objected and later, that next evening how they all approached her. They made her sit and watch the video they made and she knew that it would work. She watched and knew that none of them would ever divulge what happened between them and their teacher.

She closed her eyes and the year flashed before her and she couldn’t help but bring the hem of her summer dress up and slide her hand under her panties and touch herself.

She tried to remember all of the things that went wrong and how to improve them in the ensuing years. Then, she would think of all the things that went right and how to incorporate them in the future.

She sat quietly, thinking of how she had changed. It was a slow transformation at first but things seemed to hasten during the class trip. She seemed to accept what she had become. She enjoyed her new being, and now, she craved it.

She smiled at nothing in particular and then decided it was time to clean out her desk. She opened the top right hand drawer and saw it.

A tingle ran through her body, both excitement and fear but she reached for the note. The maltepe escort neatly folded note, placed on top of a black blindfold.

Her hands shook a little as she unfolded the note. It was typed.

Her eyes raced over the text and she knew that she should just crumple it up and leave but she reread it and as she did her breathing got a little quicker. She was afraid. She was curious. One hand went under her skirt and she snaked a finger inside her panties as her other hand held the note.

HEY TEACH:

YOU DON”T KNOW ME, YET, BUT I KNOW YOU. I’M THINKING OF ENROLLING IN YOUR SUMMER SCHOOL CLASS. I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU. ALL YOU HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT ME IS THAT I”M DISCREET AND OF AGE. CLOSE YOUR CLASSROOM DOOR, SIT AT YOUR DESK, PUT ON THE BLINDFOLD AND WAIT. IF YOU DO NOT CLOSE THE DOOR, I’LL UNDERSTAND AND I WILL NEVER CONTACT YOU AGAIN, EVER. CLOSE THE DOOR AND I’LL TAKE THAT AS ACCEPTANCE. I HOPE I SEE IT CLOSED AND UNLOCKED. MAKE YOUR DECISION BY 3:00 PM. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

She crumpled up the note and threw it in the wastebasket and slouched in her chair letting one arm dangle by her side but the other was still between her legs, masturbating. She thought of the Saturday night special classes where her secret class grew in numbers. How she taught in darkness and her students had small laser pens to shine on her. She so enjoyed sitting on top of the front edge of her desk and lifting her skirt. The students were suppose to be taking a test but they all knew that it wouldn’t be graded. It was all just a game they played. She thought fondly of the time that Joey was pretending to take a test, even though the room was dimly lit and no one could see the pretend test and he complained that he couldn’t hold his pencil and his cock at the same time. The class played along and watched as their teacher walked towards Joey. Saturday evening secret class allowed Vickie to wear the shortest, the sheerest, the most erotic teacher outfits possible. She stooped my Joey’s desk and assessed the situation. Joey was pumping his exposed cock as he did most evening classes.

“Poor Joey,” said Vickie, “I see what you mean. Which would you like me to hold, pen or penis?”

He didn’t bother to answer but simply took his willing teacher’s hand and placed it on his hardness. Not one of the students in this secret class said anything as the math teacher willingly pumped her student as he pretended to write. The class would use their lasers to watch as Vickie covered the boy’s cock with her mouth and accepted his cum.

Those memories faded as she started to get angry, wondering how this student, this stranger knew. Then in a burst of energy at having finally made the decision to go home and hope this student honored his word to never contact her again, she slammed her drawer shut, stood and went to the door and left her classroom.

She slammed the door behind her and started to walk away and then stopped in the empty corridor.

Maybe she should open the door, she thought. She wouldn’t want the student to get the wrong idea.

She went back and opened it and just stared into her room.

Then it happened.

She entered her room and closed the door behind her.

She sat at her desk and retrieved the discarded note and reread it and placed the opened note on her desk.

Vickie’s hands shook as she placed the blindfold over her eyes. She folded her hands demurely on her desktop and waited. Her mind raced as she thought about the danger of her decision.

What am I doing? she thought and unconsciously unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and waited. Deep in thought…

DEEP IN THOUGHT

She thought about how she had almost quit. How she actually had planned the process of her leaving the vocation that she loved. She was fully prepared to quit and disappear. The fear of her actions becoming public had frightened her to the core. She couldn’t fathom the disgrace, the humiliation, the stripping of her teaching credentials , maybe even serving prison time.

She never planned on telling her students of her idea to flee but one night, she let it slip.

That night, after her first encounter with a nude beach.

The students who didn’t know about the nude beach were slightly upset, wondering where the others went.

Mary Ellen and Nicole had planned an elaborate lie about their whereabouts when they would meet their other classmates at the pool later that day.

Veronica, her hands on her slim waist, her tiny bathing suit heightening the sensuality of her tight body, demanded to know where they were until 3 in the afternoon.

Mary Ellen was about to weave the made-up tale when Vickie spoke.

“We’re sorry Veronica.”

She nodded to Veronica, to Joey, to James, to Jose, to all of them and then continued.

“We went to a different beach. It was a spur of the moment thing. It was early and we thought that we would be back before anyone noticed that we were gone.”

Mary Ellen stared at her teacher in disbelief that she would abandon kartal escort their planned lie, but she was also felt an admiration for her.

“Oh. So you just left us?”

“Sorry, guys,” said Vickie, “We shouldn’t have gone without you.”

Veronica calmed down a bit and asked, “What beach?”

“Three actually,” explained Vickie.

“Three?”

“Well, they were side by side, separated by rocks blocking the view of the other beaches.”

“Why would they block the view, was that done on purpose?”

“Originally, I don’t think so. It was probably done to help ease beach erosion but later it became a privacy issue.”

“What did they have to hide,” asked Joey.

Mary Ellen wondered what her teacher would say.

“The first beach is a normal beach but the second is for people who like to go topless.”

Veronica and the rest of the students stood in semi-shock. and you could almost picture their minds absorbing the idea of their classmates and teacher at a topless beach.

Veronica asked the obvious question.

“Did you go to the topless beach?”

Miss Roach took a deep breath and said, “Yes, we all did.”

“Whaaat?” said Jose.

“Did you take your top off, Mss Roach?” asked a shocked Veronica.

“No,” said the teacher.

The students that were left behind nodded at what they thought was the proper way a teacher should act.

“Nicole did.” explained Vickie.

“Nicole took off her top?” asked Veronica.

“Yes,” said a truthful Miss Roach and then added one word, “and…”

“And what?”

“Nicole took off my top.”

The student’s eyes went to the chest of their teacher as if they could imagine what she would look like naked.

“You went naked, Miss Roach?”

“No, topless. I was naked on the third beach.”

“Fuck!” whispered Joey.

The group went to the pool and they stood in waist deep water and Mary Ellen and Nicole explained everything that happened, everything.

The shallow end of the pool was a good place to learn about the nude beach adventure. It provided privacy and a cover for the boys’ excitement.

It’s a wonder that the group didn’t attract more attention as Mary Ellen and Nicole told them about the day.

They told them how beautiful their naked teacher looked, they told them about the old man who applied sun tan lotion on Nicole and how he got excited. They told then about putting lotion on their teacher.

“How did you guys know about the beach?” asked Veronica.

“Raoul and Josh,” said Nicole.

“Who are they?”

“Two locals, they were just trying to be helpful,” explained Mary Ellen.

“They were just trying to help the females out of their clothing,” Vickie added.

“It seemed to work,” said Veronica, “I wonder what it feels like to be naked in public?”

They all looked at Vicki for an answer.

“Awesome,” answered Vickie, “Shall we go tomorrow?”

They all agreed quickly, except Mary Ellen who dampened their spirit when she explained that they didn’t know how to get there. “Raoul and Josh drove.”

They spent the rest of the day at the pool, and Vickie couldn’t help but notice the way her students were looking at her. It was if she was naked, completely open to their stares. She was surprised at how much this excited her and she wished that she could strip now and show them her nakedness. She was willing, she was ready, she was excited.

An hour later an excited Nicole ushered two boys over to the group.

“Yo!, everyone, this is Raoul and Josh.”

They got up and stood around the two local boys and Vickie asked the pair if they could bring all of them to the secluded beach, tomorrow.

“Which one?” asked Raoul.

“The one where I can see my teacher naked,” said Joey.

“The nude beach then. Of course. Tomorrow, bright and early. Meet you guys in front at 8:00 AM”

They lounged around the pool until it was time to get washed up and enjoy some night life .

Later that evening

Mary Ellen and Nicole were both ready well before their teacher.

They went to the teacher’s room and knocked on the door.

Vickie answered and was still in her bathing suit that she wore earlier.

“Vickie, what’s taking you so long?”

“I need a shower.”

“Yeah, so. You don’t have a shower?” mocked Mary Ellen.

“I have a shower,” Vickie said defensively, “It’s just that I was hoping, um, you know.”

“No, I don’t know,” said an exasperated Mary Ellen.

“I know,” added Nicole.

They both looked her.

“She wants company. Right Vickie? You wanted us to shower with you.”

Vickie just nodded and confirmed that it was true.

Mary Ellen felt guilty. “How insensitive of me. I’m sorry, Vickie, I should have been here for you. Nicole and I are ready. How about you shower and we dry your pretty little butt.”

“Okay, but next time,,,”

“C’mon, hurry up,” demanded Nicole.

“Are we late?” asked vickie.

“No, we’re not late. I just want to get my hands on your body.”

Vickie made her way to the bathroom and the girls heard the shower running.

The unexpected knock on the door surprised them.

Mary Ellen went to the door and she was surprised to see Tommy.

He spoke first. “I thought that this was Miss Roach’s room?”

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I was in my car with my sister-in-law Patty. We were driving to a secluded spot in order to have some fun. We had been fucking each other for some months now. My sister-in-law was a bitch, but a sexy one. She loved to have sex with me, and the feeling was mutual. As we were riding to the state park, Patty posed this question to me.

“Jack, do you want to be my exclusive lover?”

I wondered what she was up to.

“You mean you have more than one?” I asked her.

“Well, yes, a few actually,” she replied.

She broke down and told me she was fucking most of the men in her neighborhood. She had even bedded down with one of her son’s friends from college.

I knew right then our time together was soon coming to an end. Patty was scheming and that meant problems for me. Her husband, Scott, had caught us screwing one time, but she had been able to talk her way out of that one.

“Jack, I need an alibi, I am pregnant.”

That revelation hit me square in the face!

“Who’s baby is it?” I asked her.

“I don’t know,” she said.

I didn’t know what to believe from her. It could have been the mailman’s baby for all I knew.

“If I tell Scott it was your child, he won’t suspect I was cheating will all the others,” Patty told me.

That was her plan. Pin the pregnancy on me, because Scott only knew about the one time I had fucked his wife. Patty could go on the way she always operated then. I wasn’t going to buy into that plan, but I said nothing to her.

We finally arrived at the lonely spot we had chosen. We got out of the car, and took a blanket along with us. We walked to a secluded area and both got pendik escort undressed. I got down on the blanket, and as I was lying there, Patty did a dance for me.

Even though she was thin and didn’t really have any boobs, she did know how to milk a man’s cock of its cream. She slowly moved to my shaft and started to suck on my balls. She lifted them up and then worked her tongue all around my ass rim.

Between sucking my sacs and licking my asshole, my cock was beginning to grow. Patty then began to flick her tongue up and down the underside my rod. She could almost wrap that tongue of hers completely around me. Up and down she went, then she moved her lips to my cockhead. She engulfed my mushroom head and deep throated me. She knew her business alright. I was so hard, my cock was twitching.

Patty wasn’t going to waste my seed. She moved her pussy above my rigid pole and sunk down on me. I held her hips initially and she rode up and down my thick member. Patty loved to be vocal, and out here in the woods, she let go.

She begged for it, telling me all the wicked things she wanted me to do to her. I rammed my cock in all the way now, pounding her tiny twat, stretching her with my thick pecker.

I just happened to look up and saw some movement over by the tree line. As I kept fucking Patty, I happened to see someone stroking their cock. We were being watched! I wasn’t going to stop taking my sister-in-law’s pussy.

She rode me for the longest time. Although she was already pregnant, she shouted for me to fill her with my baby seed. I let loose with rope after rope of my thick seed. I scalded her love tunnel maltepe escort with it and made her cum all over my shaft.

Our juices spilled out onto the blanket. We kept at it until finally I became soft and slid out of her cum drenched hole. Patty fell off of me and was resting there on the blanket, trying to catch her breath. I got up and made my way over towards the trees, as if I were going to pee.

Once I got there I spied my peeping Tom. He was a young kid who had caught two people fucking in the woods. I couldn’t blame him for watching. I would have done the same thing.

“I am sorry for watching you both,” he said. “I couldn’t help myself.”

His cock was out and he was hard from masturbating.

I told him, “If you want to fuck her, you can.”

“Are you sure, mister?” he asked.

“Help yourself, kid.”

I gathered up my clothes, got dressed, and walked back to the car. As I was sitting there waiting, I could hear sex noises coming from the woods, moaning and screaming mainly. Over an hour had passed when Patty finally showed up. She looked like she had been ridden hard.

She hopped in the car and we took off for home. She couldn’t bare not to tell me what happened. The young guy came in her three times, she said. He shot two loads in her pussy and one load in her ass. I think she told me to make me jealous somehow.

I couldn’t have cared less. It was over between us as far as I was concerned.

I parked the car down the block from Patty’s house. She asked me if I could tell her husband that I had made her pregnant. I told her I didn’t care what she did, but it was over between kartal escort us.

She threatened to tell my wife Kim, what we had been doing. I told her she better not, or else Scott would be told about all her neighborhood lovers.

I could see her face go red as she slammed the car door and ran up to her house.

In the end, it didn’t matter what Patty did. I changed my cellphone number and I would no longer make stops over to the in-law’s house, pretending to be there on errands.

The time finally came when Patty delivered her baby. A small dark skinned boy popped out. God only knew who it belonged to!

That was basically the end of the in-law’s marriage. My wife told me that Patty just up and left, no one knew where she ran off to. She took the baby and left. My brother-in-law also moved away, along with his two sons. I guess the pain of staying in that house got to him. He had finally caught on that his wife was fucking everyone in sight.

My wife Kim asked me a question one day, out of the blue.

“I am surprised you never bedded down with Patty.”

I think she was probing around, but I answered her this way.

“You know how I felt about that woman, she was basically a bitch!”

That answer seemed to satisfy her, and the subject was dropped.

The final end to this story came as I was reading the newspapers one weekend around a year later. There was an advertisement announcing some new exotic dancers at a local strip club. Sure enough, one of the photos was Patty. However, Patty was now Tanya. She had dyed her hair and had let it grow out. She now sported breast implants from what I could see.

I always knew Patty/Tanya would somehow land on her feet. How long she could dance, I didn’t know. She was already in her late 30’s. I was sure she would latch on to some rich gent and once more have a man take care of her needs! Good luck to her.

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It was a lovely Saturday night; perfect weather and perfect plans for a perfect summer night: We were going out with the group and the destination was the bar/disco where the regular Saturday night party was at – nothing could get in our way…

You do know what the deal is with these kinds of parties, don’t you: finding the perfect… dress! It’s like there’s a rule for people who are headed to a party: you just have to look sexy and tempting. Not that you’ll find anybody complaining, but it is a lot of work, equally for everybody. Guys have to make sure they smell fine and that their belts will hold onto the low-cut jeans under any circumstances; whereas girls struggle to dress up sexily, without actually revealing everything. Besides these, there’s always the typical “match the accessories” problem. Tough, tough work, but once you’re done, it’s only a downhill from there and you’re ready to rock and be rocked.

I was almost done, when my lovely friend barged in, wondering if she looked “presentable”. She had exaggerated her make-up, as usual, to look older (a nasty little habit from old times) and overdone it, but you don’t say these kinds of things to your best friend, so I told her she was charming. She wore a black halter top and a bright pink skirt, underneath high-heeled black sandals. She did look charming, but the look I wanted to go for was seductive, without looking like a complete slut. So I borrowed a black little top from her (that left very little to imagination) and stepped into my mini jean skirt. Completing the look with kitten heels, I passed onto the make-up stage. Normally I have to choose between my eyes and lips to emphasize and have a hard time with it; since it was a party we were going to, I went for both: dark eye pencil, bronze blusher, a dab of color on the lips and gloss over it… my work was finished quickly and we headed out.

The meeting place was the little café in the square. When we arrived, we saw we were the last ones to come. Having completed the group, we decided not to waste any more time, took our seats in the cars and drove.

As the place was nearby, the ride didn’t last long. We stepped directly inside and sat at our reserved table (it’s not easy to find a table for 10 people, especially on party nights). The group consisted of 3 girls and 7 guys, but we all were regulars at the club, so other friends also escort ataşehir joined us throughout the night.

It’s usually the habit to have the drinks right after arrival and that night was no exception. We all had a bit more than our share to loosen up and get rid of “inhibitions”. My fourth vodka rocks didn’t even burn my throat anymore – I was that immune to alcohol by then.

As we drank, I looked around a bit, checking in case there was a hidden potential somewhere, but no such luck! Actually, the hot dish himself was sitting right next to me, so I don’t know why I even bothered.

He held a shot of tequila in one hand and his other hand rested on my chair. As our eyes locked I said “No vodka for you?”, grinning in acknowledgement of the answer (you know how people say vodka causes erection problems and whatever). He winked at me: “After 10 tequila shots, it doesn’t matter what you’re drinking.”

In the background, music was on, full-blast and the DJ was really incredible. Just then my favourite song started to play and I just had to dance to it. So I pulled him off his chair, he held my hands and led the way to the platform.

The dancing is really easy, if you know how to “move”. I turned my back to him and he leaned in close –really close-, held me from my waist and we started dancing. As it went on we got even closer and he pulled me tightly to him. I could feel him hardening against my ass and it just felt amazing as e moved. I ground my hips against his crotch again and again, as he caressed his way down on me.

As it happened we lost track of time, but the “feeling” was intense and I could feel I was very wet. The drinks, dancing and his closure made me lose my mind. All I could think about was his touch. The songs changed and continued, but we never stopped. Occasionally I’d turn to face him and move between his legs, just to tease him and it worked wonderfully. As he leaned over, I planted a small but sensational kiss on his neck and I actually heard a very silent whimper. I turned around again and as we danced, I closed my eyes, dreaming about how it’d be like to have him then and there.

He must have been thinking along the same lines. His hands touched my skin and moved down to my bare waist, feeling the soft flesh. I pressed my body against him firmly. A small moan, again, escaped his full and sexy lips. kadıköy escort He slid his hands very slowly inside the skirt, grabbing and feeling me. The feeling was so mind-blowing that I could hardly wait before I jumped him.

I turned to face him one more time. His big green eyes gazed charmingly back into mine. Rising to my tiptoes, I whispered in his ear: ” Is there a dark little corner where we won’t be disturbed? ” He contemplated for a moment and then nodded. Holding my hand eagerly, he led me in the right direction.

We went to the back of the club and he unlocked a door. I stepped in but it was completely dark. When he suddenly closed the door and pushed me against the wall, I understood where we were: the shower room. The tiles felt cool to my skin as he lifted my skirt up. Without knowing my underwear was lying on the floor, wet and cold. His hands moved gently in its place, lingering on my thighs. I was drawn to him as he offered his lips to me; I pulled his face to me and started kissing him. Soon one of his hands found the door of my heaven. My legs unconsciously opened up and I let out a little moan, which seemed to encourage him (like he needed that).

My whole body was burning and being so close to him, I could sense he was on fire, as well. I took off his shirts with trembling hands, while his hands were working their magic on me. The first touch of his fingertip against my clit sent me over the edge and for a second back there, I think I blacked out. It was only with his lips on my neck that I came to my senses again. Suddenly I wanted even more; my desire for his hot body grew immensely and I knew there was no turning back from there. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped the jeans; as I knelt in front of him, I took them down with me. He stepped out of them and pushed me against the wall one more time. Could there be anything sexier than this guy, wearing only boxers and a hard-on, pressing on me with all his strength? That was probably “the” moment for me, that I erased all doubts and question marks; we were meant to have each other, driven and consumed only by animal lust, which suited the both of us fine.

With an evil grin, he took off my top. My “no bra” policy had worked one more time as I rested upon the cold wall, wearing only a mini skirt and nothing else. Before he could “attack”, I made the move and pulled the maltepe escort bayan boxers down. “Hmm, that’s a relief” he murmured, causing me to laugh. My hands wandered over his cock, feeling the hardness of the skin. Thinking about the pleasure coming soon, I licked my lips, which he returned by biting my neck.

I pulled him up to my lips and bit his, tasting the softness. Just then he grabbed my leg and twisted it around his waist. I felt all of him at once, when he pushed me up against the wall fast. The buzz was so breathtaking, I closed my eyes and pulled him to me faster every time. He was rocking me so hard, I could barely stand, even with all the support. Somewhere in between, I started moaning real loud. The sounds were turning me on even more, if that was possible. He too, was over the Moon, by the looks of him. Using him I wrapped my other leg around his waist. His huge cock slid deeper inside and explored untouched depths in me.

I leaned back, to the wall to ease him up and he freed one hand. Just as I opened my mouth to ask what he’d do with it, he slid his index finger between my lips. I licked and I sucked onto it, but he withdrew quickly; turned out he had other plans.

While still fucking my brains out, he lowered his wet finger and found my aching clit. I stopped his hips and just ground my hips to his finger’s movement. In a matter of seconds I was falling down from the top of a very high mountain. The climax had built up so much, I saw stars throughout.

After my first orgasm had subsided, we decided to change position. He sat on the counter, with his boner still intact and I climbed on top of him and lowered myself on his cock very slowly. Growing impatient he grabbed me from the waist and pulled me down. In an instant I had taken all of him and he was in heaven. I rotated my hips, engulfing him at differing angles and applying pressure, pushing him to the edge. When I was convinced he was close, my hands traveled down and wandered around his balls. As I caressed them, they swelled and he whimpered.

Next thing I know, we were both coming and we didn’t actually care about the mess. My body felt numb all over and I could tell he was in a similar situation. Through half-closed eyes he looked at me and we smiled, simply “charmed”.

After we’d got dressed, we got out the back door and went to his car. We couldn’t drive, because we’d drunk so much, so we just laid on the seats. It was a convertible little BMW and we stared at the sky; for how long I don’t know. After a while, he managed to pull himself together enough to drive and we drove to…

-Well, that’s another story. Enjoy!

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I meet you at the door wearing only my robe as you return home from work. You look so exhausted and it pains my heart. I wrap my arms around you, holding you tight as we kiss hello. The house is dark except for the pale light coming from our bedroom. Arms wrapped around each other, we enter the bedroom and you stop, surprised to see what greets you. There are lightly scented candles everywhere, soft jazz playing, a chilled bottle of wine and a large platter of finger foods settled on top of our bed. You smile, take my face between your hands and kiss me, softly, gently and with love. Your kiss fills my heart and soul with warmth and happiness.

You undress and put on your robe. We sit on the bed drinking, eating and telling each other about our day. I can see the pressure and tension of your day begin to ease but still not enough for me. I empty the bed of our dining items and pull back the cover to expose the new silk sheets I had just purchased. You raise one eyebrow but say nothing. I remove my robe and instruct you to do the same. I take you by the hand and lead you into the shower, grab the soap, lather up my hands and begin to wash your shoulders, your chest, your tummy, turn you around and wash your back.

I slide my lathered hands down your hips, thighs, knees, calves, ankles, feet; move to the front of you and move up until I reach your balls, cup them in one hand then gently grab your cock, sliding my soapy hand up and down; you’re pushing into my hand, wanting me to go faster and hold you tighter.

I remove my hand from your cock and once more step behind you, kneeling and lather your ass cheeks with soap, slide one hand down your ass crack, down to your ass hole, rubbing softly, rimming it with my soapy finger. I, oh so, gently ease the tip of my finger into your ass, you press against it, wanting it deeper, deeper, deeper. I slide my finger deep into your ass then all the way out, in and out, sooo ataşehir escort bayan very slowly. I reach around you and grab your steel hard, aching, throbbing cock with my hand, sliding up and down, from base to tip.

You spread your legs wide, leaning against the shower wall to support yourself. I’m fucking your cock with my hand and fucking your ass with my finger; you’re groaning and ready to cum. I remove my hand and finger and step away from you, grab the shower massage head and lovingly rinse you off from head to toe, my hands following the trail of water.

I replace the shower head and grab the soap, lathering my body, my shoulders, my breasts, my belly, reach down between my legs and rub my pussy and clit. You stand back and watch me touch myself, your cock in your hand. I take the shower head and rinse my body, change it to massage and place it a few inches from my pussy; leaning into and enjoying the pounding of the water. I replace the shower head and turn the water off. We step out of the shower and I quickly wrap a towel around me, grab another one and gently, lovingly towel you dry.

I lead you to our 4 poster bed and have you lie down on your tummy, straddling the small of your back. I grab some hot oil and begin to massage your neck, shoulders, back, pressing down hard on your back to relieve your muscles of all stress and tension. I lift myself up and kneel between your legs, rubbing my hands down to the small of your back, down your ass cheeks, down your ass crack to your thighs, the back of your knees, your calves, your ankles, your feet and toes, rubbing the oil in deeply.

I have you turn over on your back, straddling your chest. I kiss your forehead, eyes, tip of your nose, rubbing the sides of your neck with my oil laced hands, massaging your shoulders, down your arms, lacing your fingers with mine, kiss your cheeks and jaw then take your chin hair between my escort kadıöy lips and tug, nipping and nuzzling, kiss the very corner of your mouth, take your upper lip between mine and lick and suck. I open your lips with my tongue, find yours and our tongues dance then fight. I suck your tongue, kissing your mouth, you can feel my dripping wet pussy on your chest.

I give you one final kiss then move down to kneel between your legs, running my still oily hands down your chest, flicking your nipples, circling them with my fingers, trail my hands down your ribs, your tummy, rimming your navel, leaning over to gently blow on your cock but not to touch. I slide down further, massaging your thighs all the way down to your feet again. I get up and have you turn back over on your tummy. I grab 4 soft, silky scarves and tie your wrists and ankles to the bed posts. I kneel between your wide open legs and slowly run my tongue down your ass crack.

I slip a pillow under your hips so your ass is sticking up in the air, allowing me better access to it. I massage your ass cheeks and spread them open. I gently and lightly flick my tongue against your ass hole, over and over and over again. I rim your ass hole, sliding the very tip of my tongue inside you a tiny bit, in and out, faster and faster, you’re trying to push your ass against my tongue to take it deeper but the scarves prevent this.

I slowly ease my tongue inside you, deeper and deeper until I can’t go any further. I fuck your ass hole with my tongue, you’re biting the pillow under your head, trying to stifle your moans but I can hear you. I remove my tongue, slip my little finger inside my very, very wet pussy then rim your ass hole with it, circling around and around, teasing you by inserting just the tiny tip of my finger.

I reach under you with my other hand and wrap it around your cock, stroking you from base to tip, ease my finger inside your maltepe escort ass, slowly, oh so slowly and gently, all the way in then all the way out, in and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I’m fucking your ass with my finger and fucking your cock with my hand.

Once again you are about to cum. I stop and get up, untie you and have you turn over onto your back. I tie you down once again and straddle your chest. I rape your mouth with mine, grinding my pussy into your chest, hearing you whimper as I fuck your mouth with mine. I slide down your body until I’m kneeling between your wide open legs again, I fuck your navel with my tongue, you’re pushing your cock up to me, wanting my mouth on you.

I lean down and gently blow on your cock, just a puff of air, lightly flick the tip of your cock with my tongue, licking the pre-cum, trailing my tongue down to your balls. I cup your balls with one hand and wrap my other hand around your cock, take the tip of your cock in between my lips and suck, gently at first then harder and harder, you’re pushing your cock into me, wanting me to take you all the way into my mouth and this time I do. I slam my mouth down until your entire cock is in my mouth, sucking harder and deeper.

Fucking your cock with my mouth, you’re arms are straining at the scarves, wanting to be free to hold the back of my head and keep your cock deep in my mouth. You are about to burst; I take my mouth from your cock, straddle you and take your cock with my hand and rub my pussy and clit. I am dripping wet, teasing my pussy, my clit, your cock, slipping just the tip of your cock into my pussy, then all the way out, rubbing my clit, back to my pussy.

I slam my pussy down on your cock then stop moving, clenching your cock with my pussy muscles, tightening then releasing, over and over, rubbing my clit with my finger, grinding into you but still not moving up and down. I begin to ride you, up and down, harder, faster, rubbing my clit, both of us moaning. I lean over and once again rape your mouth with mine, fucking your cock with my pussy, your mouth with my mouth. I’m going to cum, you’re going to cum, we cum together as we scream into each other’s mouth.

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The meeting went well, the banker wondering if he might privately invest also. Promising to get the paperwork to both of them, his client not bothered by a possible conflict of interest, I headed home.

Everyone, including my wife, was happy to see me, so any fear of discovery I’d held… dissipated quickly.

Lexi wanted to go to bed early so I could tell her two stories, to make up for those she’d missed while I was gone.

Friday, I finished my meeting with my attorney early, a promise to get the contracts to Connecticut before day’s end, and with time to spare, I drove to a store I’d seen advertised in the local, “Scandal Sheet.”

“The Phoenix,” was a weekly that delved in national and local politics, entertainment, sports and, “the adult scene.” To that purpose, they printed a pull out section devoted to just that…, the adult scene.

“2Hot4U” advertised clothing, lingerie, accessories, adult videos, sex toys, fetish wear, literature and periodicals. The store was on the border between the retail and manufacturing sides of town, on a main thoroughfare. It looked like an old firehouse, but one that had been well maintained.

The inside was well kept also, a youngish woman behind the counter, attractive if you liked your women tattooed, festooned with assorted rings, pink hair and otherwise looking like a pin cushion.

“Hey,” my greeting as she looked up from her work. “Hey yourself,” she responded, “give me a minute to finish receiving this order and then I’ll be all yours.”

“Sounds like a proposition too good to refuse,” giving her a big smile.

“Cute,” she deadpanned, going back to her work.

By the time she was finished, I’d wandered through half the store. Kathy was the store manager and preferred, “Kat,” to Kathy. There didn’t seem to be a thing that she didn’t know about the inventory and was more than willing to explain anything and everything about the merchandise.

I explained what I was looking for…, and after a few, “not so innocent,” questions about, “why,” I was interested, she’d made the determination of, “why,” and asked if it wouldn’t be better for both of us to have, “…, what’s her name?” come in and pick out some things for herself.

I agreed and asked when she’d be available to help. “Don’t come in on a Tuesday. Other than that…, I’ll be all hers.”

I couldn’t resist asking, “You seem awfully generous with yourself. Anyone ever take your offer literally?”

“Not often enough,” she answered with a smile, “but thanks for asking.”

I bought something anyway.

It was after 4:00 when I got to the school, Elle’s car once again the only one in the parking lot.

I found it interesting that, during the day, in order to gain entry into the school, you had to announce your presence by ringing a bell and then telling the person on the other end of the intercom your name and who you were there to see. Then, after getting, “buzzed” in, you had to report to the office, sign in and get a name tag, before you were allowed to go to where you wanted to go. After 4:00… you just walked in through the unlocked door!

I guess the maintenance staff wasn’t worth the extra security.

Carrying the bag from, “2Hot,” I walked to Elle’s classroom, this time just sticking my head in the door without knocking.

She was sitting at her desk correcting papers again, but this time back in “Pilgrim mode,” the turtleneck visible from where I stood.

She also looked miserable.

Just like Tuesday night, I immediately thought…, “Someone saw us!” Or, “Her husband smelled something,” or…, any one of a million things!

The basic human instinct of, “Fight or Flight,” reared its ugly head and I was ready to take a step back away from the door…, when she looked up.

Surprise? Relief? Indifference? While it could have been any or all of those emotions, there was no happiness in her eyes or on her face.

Stepping into the room, I asked, “You okay?”

No reaction for a long moment until, “I would be…, if you would have stopped in to see me over the last two days.”

HUH?

“Elle…, I told you I had to go to Connecticut…, and that I’d stop in on Friday if I had the chance.”

Now her face brightened, a sudden sign of recognition and remembrance.

Bouncing out of her chair and rushing at me, she jumped from five feet away almost knocking me over. She was kissing me everywhere, her legs wrapped around my waist, “Godgodgodgod, I thought you’d had second thoughts and weren’t ever going to come back!” as she continued to rain kisses on me!

It took me a couple of minutes to get her to calm herself.

We sat down on our familiar two adult chairs, her apologizing over and over for her negative thinking. “I was in such a state of euphoria when you left…, I didn’t remember you saying anything about today…, until you said, “Connecticut.”

That was when I tried to rein her in.

Taking her hands in mine, “Elle, I have to tell ataşehir escort bayan you…, this is something very dangerous that we’re doing. We’re both married, with children and, in my case a grandchild, who would all be devastated if anyone found out what we’ve done. Are you willing to end your marriage, ruin your children’s lives and probably your own life…, just for a…, something with me?”

“I’d be willing to do anything if it meant I could spend the rest of my life with you,” she answered immediately, “but I know it wouldn’t ruin my children’s lives.”

“How can you say that?”

“Once they see how much in love with you I am…, and what a wonderful man you are, they’ll fall in love with you, just like I did.”

“Elle, did you just hear what you said?” my exasperation with her statement expressed in every syllable…, “what they’ll see is a woman who they thought they knew, thinking she’s in love with a man who’s old enough to be their grandfather…, and who just ruined their lives and their father’s life as well!”

“You’re not old enough…”

“Please listen to me. My age is insignificant. What is important is your family and my family. My boys are old enough to be on their own and my life, except for Alexis, is pretty much my own. But you have to know that I love my wife. This infidelity has nothing to do with her and it is completely inexcusable. I don’t know anything about you, your family or your life experiences, but I do know that you are very naïve if you think that you can just waltz out of your life with…, Todd…, and into a life with me…, expecting to have your family feel good about it.”

Talk about the air coming out of the balloon.

I don’t know what I expected her to say? While I hadn’t intended to go off on her this way, her, “Pollyanna,” approach to this was baffling!

And at this point, if I stood up, thanked her for the opportunity to make me feel closer to Lexi because of the, “Show & Tell,” story and walked out…, that would be the end of it. However, if I was ever questioned about my recent tryst with her, and there was someway that she could prove it…, I could always fall back on the famous “Bubba” Clinton mantra, “Hey y’all, eatin ain’t cheatin!”

Sitting there looking at each other, I expected her to break down, cry and then tell me how heartless and cruel I was.

Instead, she sat up, smiled and said, “See, that’s why I’m so in love with you. I act like a fourteen year old and you act like an adult! You’re right of course…, we hardly know one another. All we have in common is Alexis and maybe…, I know I do, an attraction that seems beyond what anyone would consider normal. I need to slow down and look at the realities we face and not just think of this as if it’s a romance novel or a Lifetime movie. You are absolutely right, this is very serious.”

Why did I think she was just blowing smoke up my ass?

This recognition had come far too easily to be believed. But…, looking at that face and thinking I knew what was going on inside her head, I believed that she was beyond guile at this moment, her acceptance of my logic her only avenue of keeping me where I sat and still accessible.

For her that was more than enough.

“So,” her hands now taking mine, “what do you want to know about me?”

It had been seventy two hours, (yes I’d been counting) since she’d appeared in front of me wearing next to nothing. Everything that had happened after that moment had been replaying in my brain, maybe not EVERY single second since then…, but for a vast amount of that time. And now she wanted to have a conversation with me!

Okay…,

“Elle, why do you dress the way you do? I know you told me it was because of your husband, but you obviously have “other” clothes, so…?”

“Short or long answer?”

“Tell me why…, whichever way makes you more comfortable.”

It took ten minutes.

“I’m an only child, my mother thirty six when she got pregnant. Not that they hadn’t been trying, but I was a change of life baby. My father doted over me, kind of like you and Lexi, and my mother, she never gave me everything I wanted, but let’s just say I never lacked for anything either. I went to catholic schools right through high school, always had good…, no, very good grades, and I was popular enough to be a cheerleader and a class officer. I went to college and that was where I met Todd. It was my sophomore year and I was at a frat party, one of the few I ever attended, because my grades were always more important to me than my nightlife. He was cute, shy but interested enough in me that I went out with him off and on for the rest of that year. Because my grades were so good and my family could afford it, I spent the first semester of my junior year in England, an exchange program at University College of London…”

“Not that this isn’t interesting, but what does it…,” I tried to interrupt.

Cutting me off, “You escort kadıöy wanted to know, so you’ll have to listen.”

I waved my hand for her to continue.

“Part of the exchange was having the students live with local families, but not the families of the exchange students. A girl I knew from my college came with me to London, but she ended up living outside the city with a family who’s daughter had graduated from UCL and now lived in France. They had a modest house and never did anything with her, other than feed her and put a roof over her head. She had an hour commute to school every day…

… I hit the jackpot!”

She was into the story, the dialog rolling along. Watching her I couldn’t help thinking about another, “Jackpot,” the one between her legs and the way she reacted to my pleasuring of it!

“My host family was very well off, their home in the West of London. Jean was French, a wine importer, his office close to the college. He drove me to school almost every day, mostly in his Jaguar. His wife Sophie had graduated from UCL also, a teacher who’d met him at a reception. She’d come from an old family, her father a war hero and Knighted, her mother’s family some kind of royalty. Their home was like a mini castle. They had two great kids, a bunch of dogs and housekeeper and maintenance man to take care of things when they were off…, and they went off a lot, sometimes taking me with them. I fell in love with him almost immediately.”

That got my attention…, a thought that she might be a serial, “Home Wrecker?”

Reading my mind, Elle continued, “And don’t think I did to him what I’ve done to you! I never came on to him or in any way let him know how I felt. And he never flirted with me either, just like you. He told me stuff when we were together, whether Sophie was with us or not. Stuff about the history of England and France, the wine industry, importing and exporting and the monetary exchange. My problem was…, I listened to his voice, his accent, but never to what he was saying. I did well in school, loved every minute of it and hated to come home. When I went back to school here after the Christmas break, Todd was waiting for me. He’d written me a couple of letters when I was away, telling me how much he was missing me and…, I was flattered. We dated steadily from then on, but he never seemed interested in sex…”

That raised an eyebrow…!

“He was, is, VERY catholic! From the moment he was able to comprehend the spoken words, his parents began driving the catechism into his brain, until he could only think about, “damnation,” and never about any of the beautiful gifts, including sex, that God had given us. Not that I was an expert on the subject. I’d only had sex with one man, or boy, up until that time… my high school boyfriend…, who was, believe it or not, the quarterback on the football team. He took my virginity in the back seat of his father’s Cadillac, under the bleachers at the football field. We had intercourse four times before the end of the school year and I’ve never seen him since.”

She paused, “Am I boring you?”

“No…, actually I’m finding this very interesting.”

She gave me a look.

“Seriously, I am. There’s a lot more to your life than I could ever have imagined…, and that’s the truth.” And it was!

“Where was I?” she asked.

“Todd’s a catholic.”

“Oh…, so I wasn’t bugging him about sex, but he was in a frat and we’d go to the house and his brothers would be there and, I guess they found me attractive because they’d always make remarks and at some point Todd must have felt enough pressure to…, it was after a baseball game…, did I tell you he played on the baseball team?”

My silence answered her question.

“He was a pitcher and a good one…, so after a game, and he’d pitched really well, they were all drinking beer and Todd suddenly took me up to his room and we kissed a lot and then he took off my clothes and he made me…, no, he let me suck on his cock…, and then all of a sudden he just climbed on top of me, stuck himself inside and then came in about ten seconds. It was over so fast I didn’t think he’d cum inside of me until I got up and it was running down my leg.”

“Was he a virgin?” I asked.

“That was his first time,” she answered.

“So he must have been thrilled.”

She paused, a swallow before she said, “He cried and asked me to forgive him.”

“What…! Why?”

“Fire and Brimstone Catholic!” He’d just committed a mortal sin and was going straight to Hell if he’d died at that moment. He was devastated!”

“But…”

“No buts about it. He was twenty one years old and he believed every word he’d ever been told or read about the teachings of the Catholic Church.”

“But…, this was… what… the 80’s? By then the Pope had told everybody…, “Never mind! What we’ve been telling you for the past nineteen centuries was all bullshit. You’re all good.”

She smiled, maltepe escort “Yeah, the Pope had said that…, but Todd never listened because his mom and dad were…, and still are, real old fashion. He’d had sex out of wedlock and was doomed.”

I shook my head as she continued, “He didn’t seem interested in me after that, his decision not mine, and I barely saw him my whole senior year. I had a brief affair with a grad student that year, really only a couple of dates and we got drunk one night drinking wine and we had sex in his apartment. It was basically like with Todd, he played with my tits and then I played with his cock and he climbed on top of me and…, well he lasted longer than Todd but he was done before I’d even started to get excited. We both lost interest after that.”

I was looking at her, thinking, “This is a very attractive woman! What is wrong with this picture? I would have thought that some of Todd’s fraternity brothers would have jumped at the chance to charm her. What’s missing?”

Her story continued.

“I graduated and got this job immediately, a few of the faculty having taught me in high school and then moved here when my old high school closed. I’d gotten great grades all through college and the year abroad helped. Since I’d already been accepted into grad school…, here I am.”

“But how did you…?”

“Oh,” looking at me, “Duh! I was out one night with a girlfriend, a teacher here, and I bumped into Todd in the bar we were at. He looked different and he acted different, more confident and secure with himself. He told me he’d been, “…, a complete ass,” about everything and how he’d been wishing he’d somehow track me down and ask for a second chance. We talked for the rest of the night and he invited me on a date. Six months later he asked me to marry him and…, since I hadn’t met you, I accepted.”

Shaking my head again, “Back to my original question…, your clothes?”

“Oh, alright, my clothes. One of the things that happened when we were dating again, something I noticed but paid no attention too, was his insistence, well not insistence, but his suggestions, that I dress in more…, as you call it, pilgrim or hippie clothing. He said he just liked the way I looked in that style and I had no reason to dismiss his opinion since I didn’t really have a style I preferred…,”

“Why is that?” I interrupted, “and while I’m at it…, why haven’t you been involved with more men? Unless you’ve just blossomed overnight, like in the last year “overnight,” there should have been hundreds of men chasing you. Why did you settle for him?”

“Remember, my parents were in their fifties when I was in school. Not that they tried, but I was more into making them proud of me than into looking for a man. I wanted to be the best student and the best teacher I could be. Style…? My mom still thinks a house dress is stylish.”

“So men weren’t attracted to you because you were a, “studious student,” and that made you less attractive? Come’on…”

“The truth? I’ve never encouraged a man in my life…, except you! I’m never flirted with a man, initiated a conversation or shown any interest in a man. I’ve been painfully shy around men, at least men my age…, and don’t go, “Oh, now I know why you’re interested in me…, I remind you of your father!” It’s not like that. I’ve just never been that interested.”

“So why Todd?”

“Because he was there! He was familiar and he was…, non-threatening I guess would be the best way to describe him. The only thing I think ever bothered him, and I know now it contributed to his wanting me to dress in clothing that hid my figure, were comments his friends would make when they’d meet me. It had something to do with football, like he’d done something like, “…, out kicking his coverage,” when he married me?”

Knowing him from only this description of him, I had the feeling that this was just what he’d been thinking.

I plunged on. “So what happened? Why hasn’t he gotten over it?”

She, again, sat quietly for a moment, looking down at nothing.

Then…, “About a month before we got married, it was St. Patrick’s Day weekend and we went up to Portland, Maine for the big St. Patty’s Day celebration. Nights were a continuous party, the days spent in the hotel. It was a great weekend and I actually thought we were going to have a really good marriage. Less than two months after the wedding…, I found out I was pregnant. I was ecstatic, a baby with all of his or her grandparents still healthy and alive. The large extended family that I’d never had…, to love and help raise the baby…, it was a dream come true.”

Head down again…, quiet.

“So…?”

“Todd the, “Fire and Brimstone Catholic,” resurfaced, sure his family and friends could count and they would know that this baby had been conceived out of wedlock! We and the baby were, “doomed,” we’d be ostracized forever, and “HE” was going straight to hell!”

I couldn’t help myself, “Sounds like a plan to me!”

She smiled, for the first time in a while. “Me too. But then I made the mistake of saying, “Todd, it’s just as much my fault. But no one is going to care how long we’ve been married once the baby is here. Everyone will be overjoyed!”

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“I’m hungry,” Marcia whined.

I kept telling myself it’s worth it. Only at the Mall Food Court can you stand in line for a hour for a delectable slice of cheese pizza. You know, the kind that leaves behind that triangular grease spot on the paper plate after you’ve picked it up to bite into it, reminding you that most of the grease is on its way to clogging your arteries. It’s worth it, I repeated to myself, as the young dad at the front of the line seized “ordering lunch” as a learning opportunity for his snot-nosed kid, already out of sorts since there’s no Happy Meal and hence no toy coming with lunch today.

“Tell him what you want, Austin.”

“Pizza! YAY, Pizza, pizza, pizza!”

“What kind?”

“What kind do they have, Daddy?”

“Look at the menu, big guy. You’re my big reader now.”

“Where’s the TOY?” Austin screamed.

“We’ve been through that already, Austin. This isn’t McDonald’s. Do you see Ronald anywhere?”

I was about to offer to buy Austin and his daddy their lunch if I could order for them, when the tight-lipped stone-faced “Where are we, Sesame Street?” stare from the attitude-rich girl behind the cash register altered Daddy’s approach. “Oh, I’m sorry, we’ll have two slices of cheese pizza, a lemonade, and an…what kind of bottled water do you have?”

“Aquafina,” came the flat reply from behind the register. You’re my big reader now is what I would have added, but I’m sure I wouldn’t last long working at Sbarro’s.

It’s worth it. Austin and Austin’s Daddy made their way to their table as I turned my attention to the woman from Stride-Rite in front of us. I won the bet I made with myself that she was coming with multiple orders that would each have to be rung up separately, she’d have separate money for each, AND she’d have to call one of her co-workers to tell her there was no…whatever it was she wanted…left, and that she’d have to order something else.

“Feed me, NOW!” Marcia added, tugging at my sleeve. She was half-whining, half-kidding, but I was scarcely amused. I stared straight ahead, arms crossed, reminding myself every minute we stood in line was one less minute of knick-knack shopping at Kirkland’s or “God, these jeans make my butt look huge” at Levi-Strauss.

“You take me to the nicest places,” Marcia continued. Gawd, it’s a Saturday afternoon, we were out to dinner last night, what more does she want???

I was in a mood to snap at her but decided it was hardly worth the aggravation. “Sorry, dear. You getting the special with the chicken wings?” Bad question.

“Of course not. I’m getting the salad just like I told you. Don’t you ever listen to me? Look at these thighs!! LOOK at them!” Honestly I couldn’t stand to look at those thighs anymore. She got this hostile leer on her face. “Do you think these thighs can afford my eating pizza and chicken wings? I can’t hide my fat like you can.”

Blah blah blah blah blah. Somebody just shoot me. Why I got back together with her after we broke up the last time is beyond me. Fortunately the line started moving quickly once the order for the hungry staff at Stride-Rite was fulfilled. Marcia got her salad and Diet Coke, though the good money was on her getting Haagen Dazs after lunch. As for me, I got the special, slice of pizza, chicken wings, regular Coke, and I was DEFINITELY getting the Haagen Dazs. I could in fact hide it much better than Marcia, tall as I was. One more thing for her to hate about me.

We sat down next to a table where four girls were sitting. One of them was particularly cute. She had dark hair and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. All she was eating was a big box of French Fries from Burger King, and looked like she didn’t have an ounce of fat on her (which guaranteed Marcia would hate her, too!) I caught her eye as I sat down, expecting her to look away, but she held her gaze, not that I’m anything special for her to look at, but probably to get me in trouble.

It worked. “Just what are you staring at?” Marcia demanded. “You waaant her, don’t you?”

It had been so long since I’d gotten laid I wanted pretty much anybody that was for sure. But this young lady was finer than frog hair. I quickly imagined some of the things I’d like to do to her before I was rudely interrupted.

“Why don’t you put your tongue back in your mouth and go get me a napkin?” Marcia said. “I just dripped salad dressing all over me.”

I grudgingly obliged. On my way back I saw French Fry Eating Girl catching my attention. Her friends were giggling, probably at me. She was sucking on one of her fries and staring rather seductively at me. I rolled my eyes and tried not to smile. While I didn’t exactly understand it I certainly enjoyed the attention. I was sure she was just fuckin’ with me when all of a sudden she got up to walk past us. Musta wanted more french fries.

As she walked by our table ataşehir escort bayan she suddenly bent over to pick something up. She brushed her dangling hair back behind her ear, holding it in place, as a hot pink thong poked out from beneath her ultrashort denim skirt. I became fixated with the word “Hottie” tattooed between her sacral dimples, and I had to tell myself not to crane my neck to catch a glimpse of her bare ass should the thong fail to completely cover it.

“Disguuuusting!”, Marcia said, definitely loud enough for Miss French Fries to hear and jolting me back from Planet Hottie. But Miss Fries just laughed when she heard Marcia, satisfied she’d pissed her and every other woman off in about a hundred yard radius. She stood right back up, apparently not having actually picked up anything, and went to refill her drink.

The rest of lunch went without incident. Good for me I didn’t get smacked. But, true to form, Marcia did get her ice cream and proceeded to blame me for it.

After she was done snarfing down her dessert, we walked toward where the kiosks were that sold sunglasses, personalized license plates, cell phones, whatever. In the middle were about half a dozen of those massage chairs, where you stuck your face down in them to let someone rub you down for 15 minutes (or 30 if you were willing to pay).

“God I’m so stressed, but I’m sure you wouldn’t pay for me to get one of those, would you?” Marcia whined. Just as she said that, I saw the little hottie walking by, alone this time, catching my attention once again. This time Marcia didn’t notice her, all too engrossed with the massage chair.

I figured I’d take Marcia by surprise. “You know what, not only will I get you the massage, I want you to have the full treatment.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go look for some Playstation games for my nephew, why don’t you get the full 1/2 hour?”

“Gee, thanks.” She thought of something to say that I was sure would ruin the moment. I was right.

“You’re going to look at games for a half an hour? You COULD go to the jewelry store, you know. I’m not getting any younger.”

Relentless. Don’t hold your breath. On second thought, go right ahead. “Just enjoy the massage. I’ll be right back.”

Marcia sat down in the chair and buried her face. Best she’d looked all day. That gave me a few minutes to see if I could track down Miss French Fries.

I began looking around for her when a voice behind me said, “Nice move, big boy. Hope you got her the full half hour.”

My knees got a little weak as I turned around and saw Miss French Fries. This time I got a good look at her and noticed fully just how pretty she was. “We don’t have much time, you know.”

“Much time for what?” I asked, brimming with hope and anticipation.

“Come with me.”

She took me by the arm and whisked me into Nordstrom’s, where we headed over to Ladies Sportswear. I had a feeling where this could be heading but it seemed too good to be true.

“One of my friends works here. Here, take this.” She handed me a couple sweaters and a blouse, and she grabbed a couple others which she held onto. “Follow me to the dressing rooms.”

Thisisgreat, thisisgreat, thisisgreat, thisisgreat. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. I also couldn’t help but wonder how many times Miss Fries had done this. “I don’t even know your name,” I said.

“Whatever you want it to be. Hey, how about Misty, ‘cuz you look like you’re about to cry!”

She was right. As she led me into the dressing room, I felt like I’d won the fucking lottery.

“I’ll just be a minute, hon. Here…” “Misty” bent down and yanked her pink thong right out from beneath her skirt. She tossed them to me and smiled. “These should tie you over for while you wait.”

“Uhhh, thanks.” After all what do you say? “I know this isn’t very romantic to say but I am on a bit of a…”

“…time constraint?” Sentence Finisher. Fuck it I won’t hold it against her. Too many other things I’d like to hold against her. “We have plenty of time, trust me.”

Off she went, where I didn’t know. I proceeded to strip down to my “who knew I was going to get laid in the Nordstrom’s dressing room anyway” not so sexy boxers, and proceeded to rub myself with my newly acquired souvenir.

“I’m baaaack,” I heard from the other side of the door. Well, that WAS quick after all. “Hope you’re ready for anything?”

This girl was so hot. “Ready as you are, c’mon in sugar.” I swear I’d never called anyone “sugar” before and I hoped it didn’t sound stupid.

The door opened up, and when I saw who was coming through, I thought I was gonna…but instead I just said it.

“Shit.”

“You’re Steve?” The supersized balding guy was hardly containing himself. “I’m Bill from Z101’s Bill and Stacy’s Morning Zoo, and I…”

“I know who you are, what escort kadıöy are you doing here?” Though I already knew. Busted. In a huge way.

“Well, the other day, we got a little call from your girlfriend. Seems that she doesn’t think you’re particularly…what’s that in your hands?”

“Stacy’s underpants I believe…hope the station buys her a new pair.”

“Why, did you mess them up?” Bill giggled. He loved to crack himself up. “Anyhoo, we did this little Cheaters set up game and Marcia…that’s your girlfriend’s name for the folks at home, figured you’d take the bait, and…”

“We’re live? Now? You better not be doing videos, too!” I was getting pissed but losing whatever fight I had in me. I knew I was in a heap o’ trouble.

“We’re not. Oh? She’s here? OK, bring ‘er in.”

Marcia walked in. I could see the hurt in her eyes but she had her game face on. “Hi Steve, what are you doing?”

“I think you know.”

“Well yes I do, but I want you to tell everyone so we can all hear it.”

I hate Scolding Time. Especially in front of Z101s target demographic.

“Here for a little fun, I suppose.” Again I lamely tried to put up a fight. “Been awhile, ya know.”

Bad move. “And why do you think that is? Well, I’ll tell you. What is it you always say? Why buy the cow when the milk is free?” I admit, I had said that. “And you follow some girl into a dressing room? Did you honestly think she wanted…God you’re stupid.”

Gee, thanks a lot. At this point I figured I’d just let keep my mouth shut. Of course, Fat Bill with the Face for Radio sensed my clamming up right away.

“Lemme ask you this,” he started in, “first of all, I do want to make sure you don’t die here today, Steve. Let’s start with Marcia’s point. Did you really think Stacy was going to make the sexy time with you?” He said “make the sexy time” in a really bad Borat-like accent.

While I barely remember the interrogation it went on for a few more minutes that seemed like hours and no, Marcia didn’t kill me. They didn’t even need to bring in that bald bouncer from the Springer show.

Bill left Marcia and me in the dressing room but continued to yuck it up with Stacy directly outside. He did also present Marcia with some prize package of a nice dinner for two at Lincoln’s and some facial/massage package at some spa. Good for her since she didn’t get the massage I’d paid for. Oh yeah, and an official Bill and Stacy’s Morning Zoo Tshirt.

“I wonder what Nordstrom’s thinks about this,” I said, trying to make small talk with the person who maybe now was about to kill me given there were no longer any eyewitnesses.

“You know what I wanna do?” Marcia said. She was actually smiling. Then she floored me as she pulled off her sweater. “Fuck me, Steve. Right here and now”

“What?”

“You heard me. Drop those godawful shorts of yours and give it to me.”

“But what about…and they’ll hear us…is this part of…?”

“Shut up. I want them to hear it. I want them to know we want them to hear it. Fuck me. Now!”

I pondered the offer on the table. Or was it a direct order? I thought back to the time I was first with Marcia, three years and twenty pounds ago, when it seemed sex was all we ever did. I wasn’t keeping score, but how often did we do it now? Once, maybe twice a month? And lately, not since we first got back together, again, a few weeks ago. Why was she suddenly interested in me now? Here?

My eyes popped as Marcia quickly pulled down her pants and sensible underwear. Wearing only her bra and an almost-forgotten sexy smile, she inched towards me and put her arms around my neck. A whisper in my ear beckoned me. “Unclasp my bra. I want to be totally naked with you. Sway with me.”

Where has this vixen been lately? What have I done to drive her away? What can I do to keep her here? “Gladly, sweetheart. You know how much I love your breasts.”

“Yes, I want to press them against your flesh. I’m craving you, your skin, the hair on your chest,” she continued to whisper, “I love the way your hair tickles my breasts. It makes me wet.”

“I know it does. I know what turns you on. Don’t you know I’d never forget?” I was poking my head out from the doghouse and peeking about, hoping there was no sledgehammer waiting to crash through my skull. “This is crazy, you know.”

“We’ve done crazy before. Remember?”

“Like when you jerked me off underneath the table at that restaurant?”

“Mmmm hmmm. And the time you fucked me while we were bobbing in the ocean with all those people swimming around us?”

“We were laughing so hard, I don’t know how we did it!”

“So it shouldn’t be so hard now, then?”

“I think something’s getting pretty hard, now.”

“I think so, too.” Marcia grabbed my throbbing dick and stroked it with both her hands, She grabbed hard with her left, and maltepe escort almost tickled the shaft with her right, how she was always able to do that amazed me. Believe me, I’d tried it enough times. Especially in the last few months. I began to wonder if that’s what kept me coming back. Would it be this time we’d recapture Sex Kitten Marcia and send Whiney Marcia packing? I reached behind her and grabbed her ass, massaging it roughly, the way I knew she liked it. You don’t turn me on when you barely touch me was the very first whine I had ever heard from her.

“Is there somewhere you’d like to put this?”

“Somewhere you’d like me to put it?”

Marcia turned around and placed her hands on the wall of the dressing room, spreading her legs apart and raising her ass. As I reached between her legs with my fingers, she looked over my shoulder, shaking the hair out of her eyes. “I don’t think that’s necessary. Stick him in.”

I had the sudden thought of how many dressing rooms Marcia might have been in while I was out at sports bars shooting pool with my buddies. This somehow didn’t feel like anything new to her. I set my misgivings aside, guiding my cock inside her pussy, wet and ready.

A smile spread across Marcia’s face as she rocked back and forth. “Move with me, Stevie. Let’s make some noise.”

I was busy giving Stacy’s panties, still in my hands, a bit of a sniff, when I realized what Marcia had just said. “What?”

“Oh yeah, Stevie. Pump me, pump me good you biiitch,” Marcia exclaimed. I was pretty sure she was playing it up for the audio, and I did start hearing the laughter from outside.

“What are you crazy kids doing in there?” How’s a guy to fuck anyway when some fat man is cracking on you?

I figured I’d jump in. “You know what we’re doing, Billy Boy, that is, you would if you’ve ever gotten any yourself”. Well wasn’t I just the stud all of a sudden?

The walls of the dressing room might as well have been made of cellophane, or glass. No one could see us, but it sure felt that way. I hoped Marcia wasn’t crazy enough to invite them in. “Stevie, fuck me harder, HARDER!” I felt Marcia’s pussy banging back and forth, up and down my shaft. I held back and tried to tease her with just the head, but she’d have none of it. She leaned back, knocking me on my back, and was quickly on top of me, inserting my penis once again.

“As deep as you can. And as HARD as you can!”

Marcia’s pale complexion turned beet red, her breasts bouncing up and down the quicker she humped me. Her pussy began to twitch as I felt my penis stiffen with the inevitable climax.

“I know you’re about to cum. Shoot it inside me. I want to feel your orgasm as you feel mine. SHOOT IT, NOW!” Marcia was definitely playing up to the radio people but I didn’t care. I lost my breath and clenched my teeth, letting my semen go. Marcia continued to ride me until I was fully spent, letting out an ear-piercing scream. Not quite Meg Ryan at the diner in When Harry Met Sally, but close.

We heard applause outside the door.

“You can go away now,” I said.

“Show’s over,” Marcia chimed in.

“We’ll leave you crazy kids alone now,” Bill said, laughing hysterically. Mercifully, I heard what sounded like the radio crew packing up and leaving.

“Well, that was interesting,” I said.

“Pretty much,” said Marcia. She was still on top of me. I gazed at the ceiling as I felt my semen, suddenly cold, run down her legs and onto my stomach. “I gotta admit, Stevie, I’ve always wanted to do that. And that was pretty hot.”

“Didn’t realize you had such a freaky side. It’s nice.” Marcia didn’t say anything. “So, you want to cash in those Lincoln’s vouchers tonight?” I asked her as we quickly got dressed.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” There was a knock at the door. Great. At least we were both dressed by then.

Stacy walked through the door. “Pick you up about six?” she said to Marcia.

“Sure thing,” Marcia replied. “I haven’t been to Lincoln’s since, well, since before I met Steve.” She shot an evil eye at me. Uh-oh.

“Well, I can’t wait,” said Stacy. And as if I hadn’t been floored enough in one day, she walked over and gave Marcia a little kiss on the lips. “See you at six.”

When she left I turned to Marcia. “Are you…?”

“No. But when I went to the station afterwards me and Stacy went out for drinks and things got, well, a little hot and heavy. So we both figured, hey what the hell let’s finish what we started and besides…besides, Steve…”

“What?”

“I’m done with you.” The hurt was back in her eyes. “Once and for all. I know you’re never gonna marry me. I know you don’t want me. I may not be the most beautiful girl. I may not even be the nicest. But I’m a lot nicer than you, and I deserve better.”

“Like some radio dike?” Ego kicking in.

“She’s not a dike. She’s my friend. And the first step to getting you out of my system. Now leave, Steve. I want to try on these sweaters Stacy picked out. And thanks for screwing me today. You were good for something today at least.”

For once, blah blah blah blah blah never crossed my mind.

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Chapter 2: Bohemian Rhapsody

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Second story in the tales of the cohort of recent college graduates employed by fictional Shield Insurance, a huge nationwide insurance firm located in the small factory town of Wanowee, Wisconsin. Even more than the first chapter, this is a basically character-driven romantic/erotic bit of fiction rather than a “quick wank” story.

It is partly inspired by many of the people I met while working emergency room security in college. Some (definitely not all) of the staff and the cops and ambulance drivers were amongst the best people I have known. Some of the patients and their friends and families made indelible impressions on me. Twenty years later, I can still see them. I was a good shoulder to cry on, and somehow it showed.

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April Price cursed as she dropped the razor to the floor of the tub. Brigid was waiting to get into the bathroom to clean up for her overnight date with Ollie, at nice a hotel in Lake Geneva no less. April’s little hands just wouldn’t seem to obey her desire to get done quickly so that she could get out of her roommate’s way. Finally, she finished shaving her legs and turned on the shower to wash off the shaving cream. April couldn’t resist the urge to make it a full-shower. No time to play with the hose on the showerhead tonight, though, just a quick scrub. Besides, she didn’t want to use up all the hot water—again.

April finally emerged from the steamy little bathroom, wearing only a towel on her head. Brigid, a big bath towel draped over the shoulder of her naked body, just couldn’t resist a playful slap to April’s round little arse as she passed through the kitchen. “And sure, there’s ar little bohemian wench, always cleaner and more well-shaven than any rosspot yer like ta see! Except fer that beautiful ginger minger down there!”

“Told you, I’m a poser, Bridgey,” she said and walked on through the living room and into her bedroom. As the shower came on in the bathroom, April rummaged through her dresser for a nice pair of black panties and matching bra. She liked her bra to fit snugly; even after five years of having pierced nipples, she loved to see the way the little rings showed against the tight fabric.

Not that anyone was likely to see the piercings, not with the way things had been going of late. Brigid finding Ollie had buoyed April’s hopes for a bit, but that was old news now. It had been some time since April had seriously believed in the notion that she was going to find herself a man in Wanowee. April dropped the towel from her light brown hair and went to work with the hair dryer for several minutes before she walked to the closet and slid into one of the many flowing dresses she kept there. She went to the jewelry box and picked out her favorite crystal necklace. April checked her ensemble in the mirror. It was a weekend, so she didn’t need to worry about office rules. She slid a tiny stud into her left nostril and a small hoop into her brow. She looked basically the same as she had in college the past five years, maybe a little fuller in the bust. Her dress was only moderately low-cut, but since it seemed everyone was taller than her anyway, it gave an adequate peep to interested parties, should there be any.

April walked over to the canvas in the corner of the room, squeezed a little orange onto her palate and added a few licks of flame to the picture of nude Greek women dancing around a pyre while Dionysius leered down from an elevated throne of twisted grapevines. It was an eternal project, never quite finished to her satisfaction. No matter how much orange and amber she added, she could never capture the heat of the women’s frenzied lust. She knew the missing element was in the expressions of Dionysius and the women, but she was so far from being able to capture it that she never even put a brush near their faces. She had even tried to find inspiration playing with her battery-operated friend while watching her own expression in the mirror, but it was never genuine enough. She finally grimaced and put the brush down, double-checking her hands to make sure they had no paint on them.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, April grabbed her big bag with the long strap and headed toward the door. “Have a good time, Bridgey,” she called to the bathroom door. “Please do something I wouldn’t do!” With that, she stepped into the unseasonably warm late October night. She hit the steps at sidewalk level and turned left, then right, then back left. Feeling like a fool, she kept heading to her left, no idea where to go. She was in the “wild” town of Wanowee, Wisconsin. Where the hell was there for a faux bohemian girl to go?

With a tinge of regret, she realized she was headed toward the downtown “Strip” and Mitch’s store. Mitch was a cute little man, thirty-ish with a gentle smile and gorgeous blue eyes. But, like most of the men April had ever grown close to, Mitch was as interested in finding a good man as she. For almost as long as she could remember, ataşehir escort bayan April had always been known as two things, a New Age hippie chick and a “fag hag.” Well, she was certainly guilty of the second charge. She had a sinking feeling she was about to help Mitch close up the store and then settle in with him for a marathon session of GLEE episodes or Mitch’s peculiar favorite, BIG LOVE. (What exactly drove a gay man to be captivated by a story of a conservative Mormon with a handful of wives, neither of them had been able to sort out. Perhaps opposites did attract.) At least she got free spiked gourmet coffee out of the deal, and besides, Mitch made her laugh when she wanted to cry.

She was not surprised to find “Beans and Books” deserted when she walked in. “Oh, you sexy beast!” Mitch declared without looking up as he heard the door chime. “How did you end up with me on another Friday night? Viggo Mortensen stand you up again?”

“He could stand me up or lay me down, Mitch. Either way you’d have to peel me off the ceiling when it was over.”

“I know exactly what you mean, sweet child. I know exactly what you mean. How many fingers you want?” She held up three. Mitch clucked and poured a healthy dose of Kahlua, peppermint schnapps and a dash of sugar into one of the extremely heavy, but somehow comforting to hold, mugs he made on his own pottery wheel. Then he filled it with his best coffee and topped it with creme. April took a seat by the open window so that a cool breeze washed over her. “I’ve got to go empty the trash can outside before I lock up. The town puts it there, but do they ever empty it? Sweet Jesus to fuck no!” April laughed and nearly spit her first sip of coffee. Even Brigid’s working class Irish-isms sometimes suffered in comparison to the colorful profanity Mitch effortlessly dropped in conversation. Mitch smiled at her and wiped a dollop of crème from her chin. “Great gobs of fellatio, what have you been doing, filthy bitch? Anyway, the frakking trash… I come in to open the store on a fall day and I’ve got a swarm of bees waiting to greet my customers. I have to empty it at night after the little buzzers settle down. Got stung trying to do it in the morning! Where’s my look of sympathy? Thank you! One of these days, we’ll have a good hard frost like Motherfucking Nature intended, and that will be the end of it until next year.” April smiled and nodded and grabbed a book to skim while she waited.

It seemed he was gone a long time, but she knew he had to go around the corner of the building to get to the dumpster in the alley. She looked out the window after a bit and noticed that Mikey Skardowski was standing across the street, looking toward the store. He had an inscrutable but intense expression on his face. Was he looking at her? She hoped not.

She and Brigid had gotten into quite a feud with Mikey and his friends, Jerry and Teddy (all from her Shield cohort,)after a drunken Packer Opening Night party at Vander Voot’s Sports Bar. Mikey had spent the whole night explaining American football to Brigid and then thought he was about to score himself. Brigid hadn’t known he was going for that; she thought he was just being a good friend. Embarrassed when he got rejected, he shouted at Brigid and called her a pricktease. Things got worse once he got Bridgey’s Irish up. Everyone’s night got all banjaxed; April had been in a heavy makeout session with Teddy and dropped him cold to go to Brigid’s aid. Except for dear sweet Ollie, the popular crowd that swirled around Jerry and Teddy had turned a big-time junior high cold shoulder to the roommates.

“Oh Goddess,” she whispered, looking at the hulking Mikey. “He’s going to give me a hard time, because he caught me without Brigid.” Brigid’s sharp Irish tongue and strong personality kept the brutes at bay most of the time, but April didn’t have that kind of fighting spirit. Everyone in this football-crazy town seemed to think Mikey was a big deal because had been a starting tight end for the UW-Whitewater Warhawks when they won a Division III National title, but even he wasn’t eager to lock horns with Brigid again. It had become almost comical the way he averted his eyes and tried not to start trouble with them at work. The football hero fumbled for excuses to leave the room when he was alone with one of them. “Oh, April,” she thought,” not that pun.”

Suddenly, Mikey launched himself across the street with an angry look on his face. “HEY!” he roared. April closed her eyes and prayed he’d go away. “Leave the little guy alone, ya pricks!”

What had he said? “Little guy?”

“Oh shit, Mitch!” April whispered and headed for the door. Mikey disappeared around the corner, into the alley. April followed, her three quarters-full mug of hot coffee still in her hand. She rounded the corner to see that two locals had been shoving Mitch around in the alley. One of them knocked him to the ground and kicked him in the ribs, but he stepped back away escort kadıöy when they saw Mikey.

“Get the fuck outta here!” Mikey said.

“Hey, no problem, big boy,” one of them said. “You know that guys a fag, right? Just teaching him a lesson.”

“Go!”

“Sure thing. Sure thing. Be cool.” They began to go, but when Mikey turned away and offered a hand to help Mitch to his feet, one of the locals grabbed a piece of broken board and charged from behind.

“Mikey!” April yelled. The big man turned at the last second and got a forearm up to block the blow. With amazing fluidity, he kicked the assailant in the gut with a left leg front kick and used the momentum to come over the top of the crumpling attacker with a long straight right square into the face of his onrushing friend. Mikey didn’t get his full hip rotation into the blow, but it still dropped the second man like a stone. He stepped back and drew into a defensive stance, but neither man rose to challenge him. One was unconscious; the other incapable of catching his breath. Mikey glanced back to see if Mitch was okay.

“Chuck-fucking, Norris!” Mitch gasped as he rose up to his feet. “That was—oh shit! Look out! Incoming!”

Unfortunately, Mitch wasn’t the only one who had unexpected friends show up to the party. Four tough-looking men had emerged from the bar across the street. April knew instinctively that they weren’t there as a Neighborhood Watch.

“April, get behind me,” Mikey said softly. “Dude, can you fight?”

“I’d sure as Liddell better try!”

“Fuckin’ ay right, Iceman.” Mikey gave him a confident half-smile and a nod. “Don’t worry, bud. You got this,” he said. April had never been in a fight in her life. She had always been too much of a pipsqueak to even get in girl fights with her prep school tormentors. She knew she was more likely to get in Mikey’s way than be of service, but on some level she was driven to rage by what had been done to Mitch. She got behind them, but not very far behind. “I didn’t start this,” Mikey said loudly as the men approached. “They were roughing up the little guy.”

“That’ll make ’em fucking terrified of me,” Mitch groaned softly.

“Guess you should’ve minded your own business then,” the man leading the group said as they closed the final ten yards. “Get the big one first,” he told his buddies.

April’s heart raced in terror as they closed in and arced around Mikey and Mitch. A sudden impulse struck her as the leader stepped toward Mikey. She stepped forward and reached under Mikey’s elbow, throwing her hot, alcohol-laced coffee into the man’s face. He screamed in pain and swung wildly. Mikey brought up another front kick, but standing fully upright this time, he landed his foot right underneath the man’s chin. He was knocked senseless and fell backwards to the pavement.

Two more men jumped Mikey, and one went for Mitch. Mitch showed some guts and some quick hands as he landed three quick punches to his assailant. But the man was much bigger than him, and little Mitch just couldn’t put him down. The man grabbed Mitch by the front of the shirt and threw him viciously, sending Mitch off balance and into the wall. April rushed to the fray and tried kicking the man in the crotch from behind. She came up short and hit him square on the rump instead. He hit her on the cheek with a backfist and April went down hard on her rump. She had never been struck by an adult before. It hurt even more than she feared it would.

“Stay down, bitch!” he roared. “Or I’ll tear you a new cun—” He never finished his brutal threat. With a sickening crack Mitch punched the man in the back of the skull. An old garbage lid was in Mitch’s fist, and he threw three straight rights into the man’s head, always striking him with the center of his improvised “brass knuckles.” This time the man went down.

Mikey was in some trouble. The duo now fighting him was a fair deal more competent than the original pair of assailants. April grabbed Mitch and pulled him toward Mikey. They tackled the man closest to them. Mitch wound up underneath him and effectively used the trash can lid as a shield while the man tried to rain blows down on him. He roared with animal fury as he began to wrest the shield from Mitch.

April searched for something she could use as a weapon. She spotted her heavy coffee mug lying intact where she had dropped it when she had gone to help Mitch. She grabbed it, not having any idea how she should use it. She turned and saw the man had pried the lid away from Mitch and was rising up to hammer him. “Full mount!” he crowed. “Ground and pound, bitch!”

April decided to throw the mug at the man’s big ugly head. She missed and the mug struck Mikey, who had rushed over to aid Mitch after finally downing his tough opponent. Mikey toppled forward, out cold. His hulking body knocked the man off of Mitch, and pinned him beneath Mikey. Mitch scrambled to his knees, grabbed the trash can lid and smashed it down into maltepe escort the man’s face. He ceased to struggle.

The leader of the group had managed to get back to his feet, as had the first man Mikey kicked. The leader pulled a butterfly knife from his back pocket and turned toward April. “Finish off the faggot. The bitch is mine.” April wasn’t quite sure, but she thought the twisted expression on his face was a smile. She was certain that after life of pacifism she was going to die in an alley filled with violent men. Mitch sprang to her side and held the shield in front of her.

Suddenly, a familiar “br-whoop” rent the air. Then a voice boomed over a PA. “WANOWEE POLICE! Eddie, drop the fucking knife or my partner will fire.” Two cops stood outside a cruiser that had pulled up to block off the end of the alley. A grizzled sergeant held a PA mic in his hand; his partner lay with his upper body draped across the front of the car and a 12-guage shotgun leveled at the knife-wielding man. It was a can’t-miss shot. April and Mitch hit the deck. Another cruiser squealed to a stop behind the first; then two cops on bicycles arrived, and finally a county sheriff’s SUV. All the cops cruised the Strip on Friday night.

Eddie and the other man had apparently done this before. He dropped the knife and they both put their hands on top of their heads and waited until the cuffs were slapped on them. “Which one of the boys finally knocked the big fucker out?” Eddie asked as two cops brought him to his feet.

Mitch looked at April. “I did,” she whispered, crawling to Mikey and cradling his head. The cops and Eddie all stared for a moment in disbelief. Then as Eddie turned his foot struck the coffee mug, and he put it all together.

“Fuckin’ crazy hippie bitch!” He cackled to himself maniacally as they led him away. “Caffeine is a drug you know!” he called as he was shoved roughly into a squad car.

“Bobby, thank god,” Mitch said, addressing the police sergeant who had taken control of the scene. “We were in some trouble here. That fucking amaze-atastic boy in the polo shirt saved my ass. Along with my little wildcat here!”

“Mitchy, you’re my favorite little cousin, but are you telling me the three of you took on Eddie Waller and five of his friends?”

“Of course we did.”

“Chuck-fucking Norris!”

“That’s what I said, cuz.”

“Sergeant, Mikey’s hurt!” April said.

“So’s everybody else in this alley. You got a hell of a shiner, there Mary Moon!” Mitch grabbed Bobby by the arm and walked him away for a moment. In a whispered conversation in which he talked urgently and gestured emphatically, Mitch explained the situation. Bobby nodded.

“Ellis, Powers. Can the county do us a favor and take these two to the hospital and keep an eye out for the other ones when they get there? These two are big damned heroes from the sound of it. Biggs, call for at least two ambulances. Vanderhouk, look up priors and warrants on the rest of these assholes. Not a one of them I haven’t seen at the station before.” Two burly sheriff’s deputies dragged Mikey to their SUV. Bobby gently took April by the arm. “Don’t worry, April. I love Mitch like a little brother. None of these assholes are going to bother him or his friends again. We take care of the good people in Wanowee.” April had never been spoken to respectfully by a policeman before, but she could see how sincere Bobby was. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek and then hurried to catch up to her ride.

On the ride over to the hospital, with the two friendly deputies occasionally checking to see if she was okay, April had a moment to try and piece together her thoughts. It was difficult to make sense of the last ten minutes, even moreso with Mikey’s head in her lap. He had been one of “the enemy soldiers” for so long. Now, she had to admit that she looked at him as kind of a hero. A song lyric popped into her head. “He’s gotta be strong;he’s gotta be fast; and he’s gotta be fresh from the fight!” Bonnie Tyler had never mentioned conscious.

Mikey stirred a little and began to come to. He looked up at her with blurry eyes. “April, the Pretty Hippie,” he muttered and slipped back under for a minute. She blushed.

“What did he say, Ellis?” one of the deputies asked the other softly.

“I think he called her a pretty hippie.” Ellis chuckled as he answered.

“Nothing wrong with his eyes,” Powers responded.

“No shi—sorry, miss. We didn’t mean nothing disrespectful.”

April progressed to another shade of crimson. “‘Pretty Hippie’ I can live with. And you guys have been great.”

The deputies struggled to get Mikey out of the back seat and into a wheelchair, but he came around and was able to help a little. “Wait!” he slurred as they started to wheel him inside the ER. “Bridjuh!”

“I’m April, Mikey.” She put her hand on his.

“Tell her I’m s-s-sorry. Ize drunk. Ize wrong.”

“I’ll tell her.” April followed them inside, displeased with herself for the little feeling in her belly when he had been concerned about her roommate instead of her. But what did she expect? Mikey had hit on Brigid before, and the Irish lass had always drawn more men than April. She stayed with Mikey as they entered the ER proper.

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