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It was a short walk from the parking lot to the entrance of the garden center, but far enough for Rose to have already started sweating. True, it was an uncomfortably hot morning, and the sun grew more merciless as the minutes passed, but the reason had as much to do with Rose as with the heat. She had dressed lightly for the day– a thin polyester dress with a floral pattern, sandals, a broad-brimmed hat– but at 44 she was not a petite woman, and it didn’t take much exertion for a film of sweat to form on her brow, her chest, and under her arms.

She hoped it might seem cooler inside the long rows of plants and flowers, away from the black asphalt of the parking lot, but if it did it wasn’t by much. As she looked around at various flowering plants and shrubs, feathery fronds and snaking green stalks, her thoughts turned to her weight, as they often did, and from there to her lack of a love life, as they often did as well. She attributed the latter to the former, though it might have been truer to say that she indulged the former because she had given up on the latter.

If she had thought about it, she certainly could have named any number of friends who had reached a similar size at a similar age, yet were in healthy (or even hyperactive) sexual relationships. In Rose’s case, it was less a matter of weight than of the fact that everything about her– the round puffball of teased and shellacked hair, the matronly attire, the powdery body scent, the sensible shoes– gave off a distinct air of permanent sexlessness. She seemed simultaneously uninterested in, uninteresting at, and incapable of pleasing a man in bed; seducing her would be like trying to interest a moose in the high jump.

But she had a beautiful garden– gardening, like food, being one of her consolations and forms of self-expression. She worked her way along a row of shrubs and then came to one she didn’t think she’d seen before– broad leaves on a clinging vine, and here and there a white bell-shaped flower with a shocking pink interior. She lifted one frond up and took a whiff of it– musky and strong, not sweet– and as she did a loose berry rolled off the plant and dropped into her mouth. She gasped in surprise– and in an instant she had swallowed it, quite inadvertently.

Oh dear! she thought. This could be quite serious! She looked around the base of the plant for a tag and found it. Argyreia nervosa– Hawaiian baby woodrose. Relative of morning glory, native to Asia and Hawaii… seeds are eaten as a mild psychoactive related to LSD– good heavens! Still, Rose rationalized, if people ate seeds, plural, for that purpose, one seed was unlikely to do a great deal. It was silly to be overly concerned. Perhaps a bit too readily, she put it out of her head and moved along to look at other plants.

A few minutes later, though, she began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. The sunlight seemed to be growing brighter, and she was feeling warmer, in fact as she looked down she saw that her casino siteleri dress was quite damp. Not far away a tall, dark-skinned young man who was spraying the plants with a hose turned to look at her– and the look on his face as he turned to look at her told the story. He rushed over to her as her knees started to buckle and just barely was able to hold her up to guide her to a bench placed fortunately just a few feet away.

“Are you all right, ma’am?” he said as he wet a cloth with his hose, then held it up to her face. The cool water was instant relief.

“The heat…” she said, and then she realized she had better tell him everything. “Also… this will seem silly but… I accidentally swallowed a seed. The Hawaiian baby woodrose.”

His eyes opened wide and she was shocked to see him laughing at her plight. But she didn’t begrudge it, he had a kindly, funny face– a big nose, a wide smile, black-framed glasses like you saw on so many college kids these days. Really kind of cute, not that she had ever thought that way about– what was he? Black? Middle eastern? Polynesian? Hawaiian baby…?

“… all tried it at some point,” he was saying, and she tried to focus on him, realizing she’d been drifting. “I’m pretty sure one won’t do you any harm. They say it’s a psychedelic and even an–” he lowered his voice– “aphrodisiac, but all anybody here seemed to get from it was a little happy feeling. I’m sure you’ll be all right.”

Aphrodisiac! My heavens, thought Rose. And as she contemplated the thought she did start to feel something run through her body, something she hadn’t felt in a long time; a kind of tingle in her thighs, her stomach… oh, don’t be silly.

She thanked him and moved along, taking only one backwards glance at him as she walked on. She liked the look of his buns, as her friends called them. Nice muscular legs in his shorts, like someone who biked a lot. Oh, what was she thinking, she put him out of her mind and continued on her way, looking at big leafy palms and brilliant red and purple annuals.

The colors of the flowers seemed to swirl and grow before her, intense, overwhelming. The fronds of the palms swayed back and forth, the sun beat down, the heat from the outside seemed to be matched by a surging force within her. She thought again of the young man, his tight ass, his strong legs as they must piston up and down, pumping his bike– Rose, what has come over you! She hadn’t fantasized like this in years, and as she did she felt the heat almost overpowering her. Another hose was nearby, no one was around, she could mist herself like they did the plants and cool down–

Unfortunately Rose didn’t really know how to work the hose and before she even could release the lever and point it away she had drenched herself, letting out a little scream in the process. And a moment later the young man appeared, clearly concerned by the noise. Deeply embarassed, Rose tried to mutter an explanation for the fact that she was now slot oyna soaking wet from head to toe.

To the young man, though, it had to be said that in many ways Rose had made an improvement. The puffball of shellacked hair now lay flat, curling loosely around her face in a much more youthful, relaxed way. And the dress, once shapelessly indistinct, now clung tightly to Rose’s form, revealing not a thin figure, of course, but a shapely mature form, buxom breasts, earthy broad hips.

Even in her embarassment Rose sensed that he saw her as a woman for the first time– and all the thoughts she had been repressing, about his thighs pumping and his tight buns in her hands and his body between her legs, overwhelmed her like the waves of heating coming up from the pavement. This wasn’t natural, she knew, it must be the effect of the Hawaiian baby woodrose, but there was no further hope resisting it. She grabbed his shorts and pulled him toward her, pressing her lips to his. He was startled, but then he was pleased, and she felt him take her broad butt in his hands, working it through the damp dress, and she knew he was hers.

He broke the clutch, pressed his finger to his lips and started leading her back through the nursery and then through a little wooden gate. They went around the greenhouse and found a shaded spot, out of view, where leaves and petals which had fallen off the plants were left to mulch in a large, soft pile, as big as a bed.

She sat down and then lay back on the bed of leaves and petals, pulling him down with her into this wonderland of jarringly bright colors and intoxicatingly flowery scents. She pulled her skirt up and he ran his hand up her sturdy long thigh as they kissed, deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth, her hand stroking his fuzzy black hair. She had never felt hair like his, she realized. His other hand massaged her big round breast under her dress, and she soon unbuttoned the top and let it slide off her shoulders, then unsnapped her bra in back and pulled it off over her head, exposing her breast. He sucked at the nipple eagerly and as he did she ran her hand across his shorts for the first time, feeling the hardness within respond to her touch and press back.

She had to have it now, a cock in her mouth, it had been years. Then it was something she had done, dutifully, with her husband during their brief marriage– short marriage, long afterlife of divorce. She had certainly never craved it as she did now, pushing him back into the flowers, petals leaping into the air and scattering around them, then moving down and unzipping his shorts to reveal the coffee-brown, gloriously ugly beast pointing up at her. The sight of it was coarse, a shock, like “fuck” yelled from a car. She loved that part of it and took the head in her mouth greedily, delighting in the idea of sucking a thick brown cock. As she did she moved down and rubbed herself in her panties. She sucked it greedily, and in a few minutes she could feel it twitching in response canlı casino siteleri to her work and then– a salty blast in her mouth, another one, she rolled it around the head of the cock as she sucked it and then swallowed it, something she had never done before.

She lay back in the flowers and leaves and reveled in the thought of what she had done. Now he ministered to her quietly, less urgently, sucking on her breasts, rubbing her clit inside her panties, then sliding a hand inside– the shock of the feel of a finger on her pussy as it found a slippery welcome. He moved down and pulled her panties off, then it was the electrifying sensation of his tongue touched to her wet slit, as he kneaded her big ass and his hair flopped against her belly with each lick. It only took seconds of this before she was screaming, sticking a hand in her own mouth to keep it quiet, clamping his face tightly between her thighs as each throbbing contraction of her orgasm seemed to run through her like a jolt from a car battery.

She needed him in her now, she had to have cock in her, complete the feeling; she had not known that she had needed this so badly but that seed, the single aphrodisiac seed from the Hawaiian baby woodrose, had revealed something inside her that had been buried for so long, had unleashed a desire that she now knew had to be satisfied, today and often in the future. She reached down and felt him half hard in her hand, so she sat up and clumsily bent over to lick the tip again, where that glorious spurt had come from that she could still taste. He was hard enough in a few moments and so she lay back, legs open wide, and he climbed upon her. Again, electricity ran through her as a cock, so long missed, plumbed inside her. It was just as she had fantasized, his muscular thighs grinding and pumping against her abundant softness, her fat jiggling in every direction as he thrust into her. She was making love, she was being fucked, she had the thing she had been missing for so long, cock–

Although, tasting her own pussy juices on his mouth, she suddenly wondered what licking a woman would be like, too.

* * *

The manager looked at the arrangement for a moment, then sketched a plan in the air with his hand. “And let’s move the azaleas onto this rack, and move some of these– what are those there?”

A young blonde woman looked at the tag. “Hawaiian baby woodrose,” she said. Then she stopped and looked at some small round objects which had collected in the middle of the plant. “Ooh, there’s something all over it.” She looked around and found a plastic wrapper thrown on the ground.

“What is it?” the manager asked.

“Jelly bellies,” she said. “Weird, somebody spilled a whole thing of jelly bellies here.”

“Well, clean ’em up before they turn to goo in this heat,” he said.

She pulled the leaf down and a dozen or so jelly bellies rolled off of it and into her hand. She picked a few more out, then dropped them into the trash bag on her cart, and began transferring the Hawaiian baby woodroses from the shelf onto the cart.

* * *

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(A touch of Erotica, written for an old friend, a story of female love. Thank you to gameon2007 for helping to edit my stories)

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Moonlight floods the otherwise darkened room… in the light reflected by the moon I see that you are waiting for me, as naked as I want you to be.

I join you in the moonlight from the room’s large picture window and slip my arms around your nudity, wrapping my arms around you just under your breasts.

I press my body against yours, nestling my already-aroused body against yours. I plant a softkiss on the back of your neck and squeeze you with a hug that murmurs silently to you that I love what the moonlight does with your nakedness.

You twist gently in my arms to turn around and face me, now pressing your body against mine. I love feeling your breasts push against me, making my mind flush with the awareness of their caress….

Our fingers intertwine and your eyes ask silently if we’re going to slip over to the bed or stay in the moonlight…

I release your fingers and slide my hands up your body to your shoulders and gently push you downward, on the floor, you sensuously spread your legs apart so that the moonlight is able to present to me a perfect portrait of your pussy painted in fascinating hues of moon glow.

Ah, the beauty of a woman with her legs so beautifully widespread. I lower myself to the floor.

I slide my hands along your legs, up your thighs to where they magically join together… my fingers gently enter your tangled triangle of temptation, determining how best to explore the length of the valley with your temple of orgasm.

They travel teasingly over your pussy and back down the length of your legs, I cannot wait any longer. I shift positions again and lower myself onto your gorgeously moonlit genitalia.

Burying my face in your pussy, my tongue quickly begins to find its way along the slippery pathways leading to the treasure it’s seeking.

Up one side of your widespread slit and down the other, up again and down again, releasing more and more saliva with each passage along fleshy pathways.

The tongue-bathing is repeated countless times, crossing under your swelling temple of orgasmic delight and then above this no-longer hidden monument of sexual excitement.

Then, suddenly as if the moon above us was guiding my movements, my lips close over your excited erection and I suck, slurping on the sensually swollen center of your carnal pleasure…

Tonight, under the eyes of the moon peering in the window, this slippery and saucy surrounding of your emboldened clitoris sends your psyche into an ecstasy flushed in moon glow.

I feel you shudder delightfully as the waves of your orgasm reach for every nerve-ending in your body. In a moment, I am resting with my head gently nestled in your tangle of pubic hair….

I feel the moon glow on me and I sense its silent casino siteleri approval….

Whispering that I will be back in a little while. I ask that you get things ready for the rest of our night of passion.

When I come back into the room, I am pleased to see that you had complied with my request. The room is lit by a single flame from the large red candle sitting on the table beside the bed.

You are laying face-down on the bed with your legs spread comfortably apart and you are wearing nothing but the candlelight.

In the flickering candlelight the inviting mounds of your delightful derrière, make an immediate impression and I feel my pussy respond appreciatively.

I instinctively reach for my already dripping pussy and rub my fingers across its smooth flesh a couple of times as if to prepare myself for the moment that soon comes. I join you on the bed so that I am kneeling between your wide-spread legs.

Shadows from the flickering candlelight dance across your smooth leg muscles and I reach out for each of your calves. You startle slightly as my fingers come into contact with your lower legs.

My hands immediately begin a slow journey up the backs of your legs: along your lower legs, over the backs of your knees, onto your thighs and up almost too where your legs join so beautifully together.

The journey stops mischievously and my fingers retrace their path down your naked flesh to your ankles.

This silent journey up and down your lower body, along the beautifully bare length of your legs, is repeated countless times. While we both want my fingers to explore other parts of you, there is absolutely no rush.

From time to time during these sensuous journeys my hands slide farther up your thighs and teasingly brush against your waiting buttocks.

I feel your legs straining to spread farther apart with each teasing touch. . Finally my fingers smoothly flow farther upward: over your thighs and up onto your bare buttocks.

My hands massage the sensuously soft flesh playfully, gently, and finally spread apart — for just a fleeting moment — the valley separating your tantalizing hillocks, exposing the treasure that many feel is the final sexual taboo. You wiggle your bottom in anticipation of further attention.

The swaying of your derrière makes me anxious to please you and I shift my position so that I am kneeling much closer to your still hidden treasures.

My hands start sliding down your legs again, crossing gently your shadow-caressed thighs, slipping past your knees and reaching for your smooth calf muscles before deciding to come back up your legs to the flesh of your delightfully bare bum.

Once my fingers are again gently kneading your buttocks, they again spread your pliant mounds apart so that your angelic anus is momentarily exposed to the flickering candlelight.

Exposed but not very exposed in the candlelight, slot oyna for the flickering darkness still allows your anal opening to retain intact the delightful details of its secrets.

I lean over your wide-spread valley and release a small shower of saliva in the general direction of your puckering anus.

I shift my position again. As I am shifting my body to position myself to get as close as I can to your ass, you realize what I’m about to do and begin swaying your derrière in anticipation.

My tongue glides up the upper backs of your thighs and onto the candle-lit cheeks of your ready-to-be-lip-caressed bum. My tongue glides over your hillocks and reaches the upper end of the valley hiding your treasures of anal delights.

I lick you tenderly, beginning a downward exploration of the banks of your valley of taboo treasures. Your flesh gets wetter and wetter as I release as more and more saliva into your crevice. I slowly cover the length of your bottom and find myself at the base of your buttocks.

Your flesh is so smooth and I can feel that it wants to be washed in a tongue bathing that you weren’t really expecting when you lit the candle and positioned yourself on the bed in expectation of what will be coming.

My tongue crosses repeatedly the fleshy frontier between your buttocks and your thighs. I plunge into the depths of your valley reaching for tonight’s object of desire.

I feel you playfully, teasingly, clench and unclench your muscles, beckoning me to keep searching. My face presses against you, worshiping this carnal contact with the base of your bare bottom.

You wiggle your ass, pushing it against me and my tongue probes deeper. My fingers find their way to where they are needed and I gently spread your cheeks apart so that my tongue can find the place it is so passionately seeking.

You raise you ass upward to make everything just a bit easier and suddenly my tongue is bathing with saliva the rarely-caressed flesh that rims the opening that your valley has been hiding. Around and around your angelic anus my tongue tours.

It wants to plunge into you but also wants to sensuously participate in just a bit more teasing. I feel your ass pushing up against me even more and my tongue waits no longer. Your anus is wet with the personalized bathing I’ve been giving it and my tongue rims the tiny opening one more time, delightfully spreading the wetness around and over the entrance that’s usually just an exit.

I spread you as wide apart as I can and push my tongue into you as far as it can go. Something else can go farther of course but we’re both keenly aware right now of this particular passionate penetration.

Your wiggling motions aren’t helping my tongue to reach into you! Ahhhhh, we get into sync and the motions of your wide-spread bottom find a raunchy rhythm with my probing tongue … probing and then once again rimming the puckered canlı casino siteleri flesh now so completely and utterly exposed … so contentedly bathed in unaccustomed attention.

I become aware that you have not been an idle participant in this adventure. You have secretly slipped a hand under you, probably when you began pushing your bottom upwards and now you are massaging your clit, knowing that I am continuing to focus my attention on another part of your naked anatomy.

I murmur my approval of your self-stimulation and you increase the tempo of the melodious movements over your pussy. Knowing that you are building yourself up to a climax, I shift positions again so that I can contribute in another way to your enjoyment of the moment.

Placing the one head of the vibrating cock into my own dripping pussy, the other end hovers over your wide-spread derrière, as if its tiny opening sees in the flickering candlelight what is waiting for it.

Passion is passion but preparation is important too. A bottle of WET is not far away and I squeeze some of that slippery stuff onto the strap-on and spread it entirely around the tip so that it’s luxuriously covered in lubricant.

My fingers then quickly reach for where the tip of it should go and your angelic anus is soon slippery and slimy too.

A gently probing finger slips into you to help pave the way into your secret tunnel of temptation. It slides around leaving behind the gift of something slippery. I can partially see you fingers moving over your pussy.

The thought occurs to me that you’re now waiting eagerly for the penetration that you know is coming. In response to this realization, I position my self at the entrance of your anal alley and begin to gently push the smooth head into you. I push and your anus resists. I shift the angle slightly and push again,

this time the resistance turns into a receptive embrace and the vibrator feels a tight welcoming hug as your anus opens itself to the erotic penetration.

I push farther into you and, once you feel that I’m securely inside, you begin wiggling your ass again, ever so slightly; seeking a rhythm that will bring about the desired crescendo leading to the climax which you know is going to happen.

Your fingers let go of the holding pattern they had been in and start the confident climb toward your carnal climax. As I continue moving in and out of you. I can feel the vibrations in my own body and the vibrations from your own feels passing through me.

Countless seconds later, you quiver uncontrollably as you cross the point of no return. What a fantastic feeling to see your body shudder at the same time as mine as our orgasms flood each other with love and passion.

I gently pull the vibrator out of both of us, turn it off and lay it down before shifting positions on the bed so that I can lie down beside you.

I wrap an arm over you so that we can share in an extended post-orgasmic embrace, slowly my hand slides gently over you, caressingly and tacitly telling you that you are a fantastic woman.

And the candlelight flickers approvingly…

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The following week was extremely stressful for Janelle, she had drank a bit too much with dinner. She had a surprise for the girls and decided to hold on to it for a bit. The trio were in the pool doing their normal relaxation exercises when the teasing between Jordan and Kelsey began. It was a trivial disagreement and Janelle began to grow tired of their bickering mostly due to her week and the slight buzz she had going. She figured they hadn’t burned off enough energy and decided to sponsor a longer race in the pool than their normal two laps. She made them do four laps, figuring that would wear them out and they’d quit bickering. She lined them up on the shallow end while she stood off to the side at about the four foot level and started the race.

The girls finished the race in a tie; Janelle smiled as they popped up at the end of the pool, looking at each other, they arched their heads back to squeegee the water from their hair. Their firm breasts highlighted by the pool light, Janelle licked her lips imagining their nipples between them and then quickly tried to block that thought. They turned to face her, anxious for each to be declared the winner. Janelle waded towards them, the full moon peeking through the gathering clouds, silhouetting their bodies as they watched her walk towards them.

But there was something different in her stride, now. Despite the water, she looked as if she was purposely walking towards them to show herself off, her background in modeling obvious. Slowly twisting her torso and slipping her fingers through the surface of the water, her eyes focused on them. Her smile had a hungry look to it as she neared them, in a slight husky voice she told them.

“I see it as a tie, ladies.”

They both sighed looking at each other nodding in reluctant agreement.

“Don’t be so disappointed.”

Janelle moved between them; wrapping an arm around each back, pulling them close to her. Leaning down she kissed each softly on the forehead, making small circles on their lower backs. Their warm wet bodies against hers.

“I have a special prize for both of you, since you did so well. Go dry off and sit at the table, I’ll bring it out, but you have to promise me you’ll keep your eyes closed with no arguing.”

They looked at each other and shrugged, wondering what she had in mind. Then releasing their hold, turned and waded up the steps and out of the pool. Janelle lingered behind enjoying the view. Jordan turned halfway up the steps and saw Janelle gazing at her. She smiled then continued walking to the glass table with a curious look on her face. She whispered to Kelsey, asking if something was up with Janelle. Kelsey turned smiling back at her aunt, then whispered back that she didn’t see anything weird but that Janelle had a really hard week.

Taking their seats, they patiently waited for their surprise. Janelle emerged from the pool, their eyes focused on her, her bare breasts jiggled as she walked past them; hard nipples obvious as she passed them to get their treat. After a few minutes she called out to make sure they had their eyes shut. In unison they told her they were closed. She walked out carrying a tray of eight chocolate covered strawberries with two glasses of champagne. Setting the tray on the table she reminding them to keep their eyes closed.

Jordan tried to guess what Janelle had, but she was told to hush and wait for her gift. They both squirmed with anticipation, knowing Janelle didn’t do anything less than first class. Janelle grasped one large firm berry between the tips of her fingers positioning it so the chocolate tip was available first.

“Girls, keep those eyes closed and don’t say a word when I give you the surprise, I don’t want either of you spoiling it for your sister. Understood?”

Once again in unison they replied yes ma’am. Smiling while gripping the arms of their chairs they patiently waited. Janelle first moved to Kelsey, leaning in she pulled the girl’s hair back from her face leaning down she kissed her cheek. As she did, she told her to open her mouth. Taking the berry she placed the tip of it between Kelsey’s lips whispering once more.

“Quietly now sweetheart, here’s the first part of your treat.”

Kelsey felt the berry on her lips; she parted her lips further as Janelle gently pushed it forward. Biting down, Kelsey moaned as she tasted the combined flavors. Janelle cautioned her to stay quiet so as not to spoil her sisters’ surprise. She tried to reach up to feed herself but Janelle pushed her hands back down wanting to feed her herself. Jordan squirmed wondering what they’re doing as Kelsey finished her berry.

Janelle kissed Kelsey on her cheek once again asking if she liked it. She nodded yes, telling Janelle it was very nice. Janelle reminded her to keep her eyes closed and not say a word because there was more. She let Kelsey sip a bit of the champagne then she left, plucking another berry from the tray. Jordan took her time devouring the berry as Janelle repeated the process with her. Janelle smiled, casino siteleri reminding Jordan to stay quiet, just as she did with Kelsey. Jordan grinned replying with a yes ma’am as she finished her sip.

The scene was repeated twice more, each time Janelle’s kiss on the cheek moved closer to their lips. With the third berry Kelsey turned her head slightly when she felt her face close to Janelle’s. Janelle took advantage of this brushing her lips over the anxious Kelsey’s. Kelsey gasped as Janelle placed a finger on her lips to quiet her. She then proceeded to let her have her berry, a bit more champagne, then moved back to Jordan.

Jordan, awaiting her next berry, turned her head in anticipation, brushing her lips with Janelle’s. Her reaction was much different than Kelsey’s this time she let Janelle kiss her lips, smiling to herself as she did. Janelle grinned while she finished feeding her.

“I have one more for each of you girls, can you last that long?”

Jordan sounded disappointed when she replied, “Only one?”

“I do have more, but they are inside if you want to keep doing this.”

“I’m fine with four Janelle.” Kelsey confessed.

Janelle grinned moving back to Jordan. She placed her hand under the young woman’s chin tilting her head back.

Turning to look at Kelsey she whispered, “Are you sure you don’t want more, Kelsey?”

“I’m fine, I think the champagne is affecting me.”

Janelle leaned down kissing Jordan fully on the lips. This time Jordan reached up and placed her hand around Janelle’s head to hold her. The kiss lasted for a good thirty seconds until Jordan released her and opened her eyes.

“I want more. Let’s go inside,” Jordan whispered, looking up at Janelle, her eyes open. Janelle smiled.

Kelsey, eyes still closed, had a curious look on her face. She heard things she couldn’t quite make out and wondered what they were doing.

“Keep those eyes closed ladies,” Janelle reminded them.

She picked up the last berry and walked over to Kelsey. Her hand brushed Kelsey’s neck as she whispered to her.

“Don’t you like your surprise Kelsey?”

“I do, but I’m not used to champagne, it is champagne, right?”

“Yes, good guess. You can open your eyes now. There are more strawberries inside if you want them.”

They both got up, Jordan looking a bit flush with Kelsey having a questioning look on her face. She was thinking about what had just occurred and how it made her feel inside. Both the girl’s hearts were racing. Janelle’s touch, the strawberries and the glass of champagne had combined to get their blood flowing, putting them both in a mood to forget what they were bickering about.

Janelle scooped up the tray, placing the glasses on it then followed them inside.

There were four berries left, the girls each had one, letting Janelle devour the last two. It was getting late so they said their good nights.

Jordan thought about talking to Janelle regarding the kissing but she shrugged it off to stress and alcohol. She really didn’t mind it too much but there were questions that needed to be answered.

As summer progressed so did the girls comfort with the L.A. life style. They went to various parties and met quite a diverse crowd. At first they were shocked at some of the affections displayed between couples at some of the parties. But after three or four it seemed routine and didn’t shock them at all. They even began expecting the behavior when told who was attending them. They would gossip with Janelle on whom they expected to see flirting and who would go home with whom.

Janelle was glad the girls were acclimating and enjoying themselves. She watched as each would mingle at the parties, sometimes they would be flirted with, and they seemed to enjoy the attention from both the men and women. Janelle’s friends knew the girls were off limits, but that didn’t stop some who didn’t know from trying their luck.

After each party both Jordan and Kelsey would compare notes on whom they saw and who had been flirted with the most. It became a game with them. Seeing how many would attempt to take them home since they were new to the crowd. Janelle kept a close eye on them both and made sure that the uneducated knew the girls were not here for that purpose.

Janelle had to step in a couple of times when young men seemed to be monopolizing the girls’ time. A couple of times she blocked older men from making the move on “her babies”. The girls didn’t really see the talks as anything but polite conversations. That was until Janelle gave them some background information regarding the men they had been talking to. Most of them were married, two of them to Janelle’s friends and one to a very high placed studio executive whom Janelle declined to name.

After awhile the girls became more cautious, realizing they were “fresh meat” on the party circuit. Eventually word got out that they weren’t to be fooled with and the parties became more lighthearted and fun.

Every so often, Kelsey and Jordan slot oyna confessed to Janelle that they were smitten with some of the young men who hovered around them. Janelle knew it had to be hard for them, each young, attractive and single. Occasionally they would mention a woman or girl flirting with them; this seemed to be more of amusement than anything else.

Janelle saw many of the flirtations the girls received, some she just laughed off, others she felt a bit nervous knowing the flirts. The girls were polite, knowing they would be gone after the summer and not wanting to start a relationship that didn’t have any place to go. Janelle thought she saw them want to return the flirtations but they held back and were simply polite. Normally Kelsey would socialize, but then return to Janelle like a chick coming home to her mother hen.

They acted a bit naive at first, asking what was in their drinks, why people liked them so sweet and various other questions. They in turn enlightened many with tales from Montana, their ranch, and how “country folk” live.

One particular night they discussed Jordan’s encounter with a model from one of Janelle’s company rivals. Jordan seemed to enjoy the other woman’s attention more than casually. She was as tall as Janelle, around Jordan’s age, flowing red hair, a low cut backless dress, complimented with 4″ stiletto heels that accentuated her long, muscular legs. Jordan had talked with her for nearly an hour, laughing, whispering, and just enjoying each other’s company to the exclusion of all the other party goers. Janelle became aware and knowing the girl decided not to interrupt.

“So, Jordan what did you think of Emma?” Janelle started off the conversation.

Jordan was riding up front with Kelsey in the back. It was fairly late; Kelsey began to nod off as Janelle drove. Janelle kept her voice low as she talked to Jordan, watching Kelsey fall asleep via her rearview mirror.

At first Jordan was surprised that Janelle had noticed them talking so much and not stepped in. Calmly she replied, “She’s very nice and she’s my age.”

“She is very nice. I’ve talked to her several times, and she’s even thought about modeling for me.”

“Really? What’s stopping her?”

“She is in a very lucrative contract right now and I can’t beat it. She is making almost as much as two of my girls put together.”

“Wow, she does have that look.”

“She does and she’s smart. I would love to have her. She looked like she’d like to have you.” Janelle turned her head to see Jordan’s face turn beet red with embarrassment.

“She mentioned that she has talked to you and she respects you, Janelle. I didn’t know she was into girls.”

“Oh? I thought she was flirting with you a bit, must be my imagination.”

Jordan coughed, “Yes, Janelle it must.”

Janelle smiled, thinking to herself, debating if she could bring herself to use Jordan to get Emma to work for her. Maybe at the very least invite Emma over just to see how Jordan would handle a more intimate setting. She gave it a few seconds thought, deciding to save it for later when she could actually plan something.

Janelle didn’t have to wait very long to plan something for Jordan. Within a couple of days, Emma had called asking if it would be all right with Janelle if she and Jordan got together for lunch. She had heard that Janelle’s house guests were off limits for dating but decided to take a chance just to get to know Jordan better. Janelle explained the girls’ situation; filling in the blanks Emma and Jordan hadn’t touched on during their brief encounter at the party. Janelle suggested she come over one weeknight to spend some time with them relaxing by the pool. They set a day and then Janelle informed Jordan.

Jordan first seemed apathetic to Emma visiting, but as the time approached Janelle noticed her primping more than normal. She then decided not to intervene at all and let things happen. She reminded herself she wasn’t going to put any pressure on the girls, hoping whatever occurred was something that Jordan decided on her own without any influence from her.

Friday evening after dinner they altered their routine a bit by not swimming topless. They were out by the pool when Emma arrived, talking about the day’s events as usual. The help had let her in, and then departed for the evening.

When Emma walked out all heads turned to see her, dressed in flip-flops, an emerald green sundress with no make-up she looked just like any other twenty-something. Her wavy, red locks were tied back into a ponytail that casually swayed back and forth across her shoulders she as approached them. Emma’s eyes focused on Jordan which ignited a broad grin.

When she arrived at the table the tote she was carrying dropped to the ground, allowing her to open her arms to embrace Jordan. Jordan blushed, realizing that Emma only had eyes for her. She quickly rose to greet her guest opening her arms for a hug. Seeing Jordan rise, Janelle and Kelsey followed suit. Janelle watched as the two young canlı casino siteleri women embraced as if they were old friends. Parting, Jordan turned to introduce Kelsey while Emma held her hand.

“Janelle you know. Emma this is my little sister, Kelsey, Kelsey this is Emma.”

Both Janelle and Kelsey hugged Emma. Kelsey’s eyes widened as Emma held Janelle tight then kissed her softly on her lips. All three girls were about the same height, Janelle being about three inches taller. Janelle smiled and asked Emma if she’d brought swimwear.

“Yes, I have my bikini on under my dress along with a bottle of wine in my bag for you, Janelle.” She bent down to pluck the bottle from her bag, handing it to Janelle so she could inspect the label.

“When you feel like changing just go ahead, we’re not too shy around here, are we ladies?” Janelle smiled as she read the label.

Jordan and Kelsey blushed hearing their little secret revealed to Emma. Emma grinned while slipping off her flip-flops and looking for a chair.

“Kelsey, why don’t you get some glasses and the corkscrew so we can have some of Emma’s gift.” Janelle asked.

“Sure, be right back.”

“You didn’t have any trouble finding the place, Emma?”

“Oh no, Janelle, the driver found it easily. This is a very nice place you have.”

“Thank you, I think I’ll go help Kelsey make a small snack to go with the wine. You two get comfy and we’ll be right back.” Janelle smiled while getting up to go inside.

The girls watched as she went inside, waiting until she closed the sliding glass before they spoke.

“She was amazing when she was younger.” Emma stated, turning her attention to Jordan.

“She’s still amazing, I don’t know what we would have done if she wasn’t mom’s best friend. This trip has opened up so many possibilities for Kelsey and me.”

“I’m glad you had the opportunity, but I’m sad you had to lose your mom to get here.”

“Thanks, Emma, I know what you mean. Did you want to wait for them? Swim? Just talk?”

“We could swim and then get out for the wine, if you want. I’m here just to see you. You made a very deep impression on me at the party.”

“How so?” Jordan raised her eyebrows, wondering what she could have done to deserve the praise.

“I think you could model a bit, you’re smart, great sense of humor, and I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Did Janelle set you up for this? She mentioned she’d love to have you with her agency. Am I the bait?”

Emma laughed, “She mentioned that, but I wouldn’t sign with her with the promise of something she had no control over. I’m not a high-priced whore.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Jordan was very embarrassed.

“Just being friends would be fine with me. How about doing a lap or two before they come back out?”

“Sounds good, I need to stretch and unwind a bit. It’s been a long day.”

“Mine too; you can change in the pool house if you like.”

“I’m wearing my bikini, silly. Didn’t you hear me?”

“That’s right. My mind must have been elsewhere.” Jordan blushed once more.

They stood up, Jordan pausing for Emma to slip off her dress. She watched as the young woman slowly removed the straps from her shoulders. Letting them fall down her arms. Then carefully grasping the top, wiggled it down her sides. Jordan couldn’t help but stare at Emma’s multitude of freckles that dotted her pale yet alluring skin. She slid the dress down carefully stepping out of it after slipping out of her shoes.

Draping the dress over the chair she looked at Jordan asking, “Like my suit? I actually got it at a discount store. Just because it matched the dress.”

Jordan was still taking in her new friend’s body, sleek, freckled, and very appealing even to a straight girl she thought. Returning back to reality, Jordan managed a swallow and commented, “It’s very cute. I would have thought you’d have some designer thing on.”

“I only wear those for shows. It’s rare those prima donnas let anyone keep their creations. They can all be real bitches, the women too.” Emma laughed while taking Jordan’s hand, walking her to the pool.

“You know with a little time in the gym you could be a fitness model too, Jordan. You’re close enough already and with Janelle’s contacts you could make some serious money.”

They stepped down into the water, Emma turned to face Jordan, falling back then beckoning her to follow. Jordan did a small dive next to her surfacing a few feet further out. Emma stood up and walked to her. Looking her over with hungry eyes, Emma grinned.

“I could get my personal trainer to work with you if you wanted. You and I could train together, if you didn’t mind.”

“I don’t know if I want to stay in L.A. The summer is getting close to being over and I should probably get home and help my dad.”

“It’s entirely up to you. Talk to Janelle and see what she thinks.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

With that Jordan twisted and dove for the far end of the pool. Emma smiled as she watched Jordan’s ass bob to the surface. Then she went under and pushed off from the side. Hopefully, she’d catch the sleek little dolphin or at least get close enough to make her feel guilty about not saying “go”.

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“Gate 7 … Cart number 7 … Moonlight!”

The mocking crowd was mostly making jokes rather than applauding as the embarrassed ponygirl advanced to get inside her gate. Her recent incident, having rammed her gate before it had opened, had left an indelible mark in the public opinion.

“Don’t listen to them, Moonlight. They are just having fun. We will show them something different this time around.”

The ponygirl took a deep breath and focused on her next task, racing. After her humiliating way-too-early crash, Sophie changed her tone and became much bossier and severe. It was not so much to assert her power over Moonlight rather than acknowledging her responsibility in the debacle.

Sure, Sophie had explained Moonlight exactly how the start of the race would occur and what to do technically, she was certain of it, but she had failed to prepare her pony mentally for the excitement of the race and the side effects that came with it. It was a well-known fact that fear and anxiety could affect memory and judgment; therefore, remaining calm before a race was mandatory to avoid mistakes. Perhaps Sophie got too used to race with Morning Star, who was generally in absolute control of her emotions. Obviously, this excluded her recent mood swings due to her injuries.

Adopting a more severe tone toward Moonlight was the right thing to do. It was the best way to separate what had happened before from what would happen next. Racing a ponygirl who just wanted to go home would guarantee a catastrophic result. Imposing a strict course of action and revoking her freedom of choice would ensure such irrelevant thought wouldn’t surface again.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, hold on to your hats for the last race of the evening. Can Electra, winner of the first race, manage to surprise everybody again? Hopefully, our newcomer Moonlight will have better luck this time. Please encourage all our participants, and let’s get this race going!”

“Alright, Moonlight! Stay calm, and don’t move a hair until I say go! Got it? We don’t need a good start. Trust me. Let me take care of the strategy, and you just run as I tell you too.”

Moonlight gave a little nod and let her shoulder drop a couple of times to evacuate the stress the way Sophie showed her. She dug her horseshoes in the dirt in a much less aggressive manner this time around. Her focus was on Sophie and no longer on the gate.

“Ready! IN THREE … TWO … ONE…”

The ponygirl’s head was slightly turned to the left to hear the small driver better, and her eyes were closed… Then, the metal gates slammed open, and Sophie yelled at her…

“GO! GO! GO!”

This time it was a successful start. Moonlight strong legs engaged and the cart got moving nicely. Right off the bat, they were last, behind everybody else on top of having the outer corridor; that was the worst combination to overcome.

“Great start for most ponies. Silver Sword and Red Pearl in the lead. Electra in 3rd followed by Lady Wallenstein and Private Grin. Moonlight is last, two lengths behind Last Moment.”

“Good start, Moon! Don’t worry about being last. It’s all good. Just focus on running and follow the reins.”

Moonlight battled with the thought of being on a real racetrack and competing with other ponygirls for the first time. Sophie had asked her not to push right at the start and to stay behind everybody to avoid all traffic.

She felt a little tug on her left rein and obeyed by slowly moving toward the rail.

“Great! Now we just need to catch up to them and wait for opportunities.”

“Silver Sword still in 1st. Electra aggressively passed Red Pearl and is going after the leader. Lady Wallenstein and Private Grin are battling for the 4th. Moonlight moved to the inside and passed Last Moment, which is now last.”

“See, we already gained a position without even working hard. Those two in front of us are burning each other out. Pay attention to your breathing, Moon. save your strength.”

To Moonlight, racing without unleashing all her power was a strange concept. Following the pack so casually gave her a wasted opportunity feeling since she knew she could go much faster. But she promised to follow Sophie’s instruction by the letter this time around; after what she had done during the first race, she intended to stick to that promise.

A little tug to her bit’s right side directed Moonlight to go back to the outer lane. As soon as she did, the cart that was in front of her slowed down for another easy pass. The pony wondered how Sophie anticipated this to happen.

“Keep going, Moonlight. You are doing fantastic. Keep that pace. And keep those wrists to your waist… You are moving them too much to my taste. If you disconnect a cuff, we will get disqualified.”

“As the ponies are about to enter the second turn of the first lap, Electra and Silver Sword are neck to neck, battling for the lead. Lady Wallenstein passed Red Pearl, who is now fourth. NICE SURPRISE! Moonlight is now fifth after passing Private Grin. The newbie casino siteleri seems to have some fresh legs after abandoning her first race.”

“Alright, Moon. We are about to enter the final lap. I know you want to go faster, but keep listening to me, okay. You are doing just fine. Once we pass Red Pearl, get very close to Lady Wallenstein but don’t try to pass her just yet, you’ll see. Relax as much as you can right now. Don’t think about anything else than your running technique and breathing.”

Sophie navigated carefully around Red Pearl, who seemed to have made the critical mistake to keep up with the best ponies right at the beginning of the race and was now running out of fuel. She knew moonlight was far from being at her limit just yet, so she crafted a strategy based on that fact.

Moonlight her was growing impatient, though. She knew she could catch up with the leading ponies, but she had to listen to her driver, no matter what. Making another mistake tonight would be catastrophic on so many levels. All she needed was a good racing experience, and Sophie had promised to deliver that in exchange for blind obedience.

“Moonlight passed Red Pearl to get in fourth position. She is now right behind Lady Wallenstein, who hasn’t slowed down since the beginning of the race. As they come out of the first turn, Electra and Silver Sword are still battling each other, refusing to concede the first position. I’m wondering if the two carts touched just now. They will have to be careful not to get disqualified.”

Dirt was flying from Lady Wallenstein’s horseshoes and kept hitting Moonlight’s legs. She wanted to go around her, but she had not received any command to do that; she was not even a meter away from that cart.

Lady’s driver kept looking behind herself and even threw some invectives at Moonlight, who frankly didn’t know how to react. It wasn’t her fault… It was Sophie’s odd decision to tail her like that.

“Come on, newbie! Are you going to climb in my cart too? Why don’t you go back to your stall and play with some toys! Leave the racetrack to the adults.”

Sophie heard every single word, and this reaction was exactly what she had hoped, putting pressure on Wallenstein’s team. Racing was not solely about physical prowess; some mind games were going on at all times. Sophie had raced against the Elites and was used to this kind of behavior, but the other amateur contestants in this race were not as familiar with it.

Brittany’s terrible attitude during the NRPA races had been good training for Sophie. Enduring that crazy girl successfully meant that she could easily cope with anything else. It was a bit dirty to apply some of those nasty strategies during an amateur race, but it was legal, even if not ethical.

“Hey, whatever your name is, if you don’t want us to pull your hair while we are riding your ass, you should try to pick up the pace. Or is it that your ponygirl can’t do it?”

“Screw you, newbie! Come on Lady Wallenstein! Show her what you can do!”

And the bait worked like a charm. Lady Wallenstein started to sprint as they entered the last turn, increasing the distance separating her from moonlight, who was more confused than ever. Sophie had not told her to go faster yet and didn’t seem worried that they were falling behind.

“Lady Wallenstein started an early sprint, trying to catch up with Electra and Silver Sword, who seem to be slowing down now. Moonlight is still in fourth position keeping her nice pace as we are about to enter the final straight of the race.”

“Alright Moon, get ready, as soon as we exit that turn and I say go, you’ll sprint with all you’ve got. Don’t leave anything in those legs of yours.”

Moonlight was still feeling great. She was more than ready for a sprint and wanted to start it right now. Just the thought filled her blood with adrenaline, and she only needed to hear one single word to release all her energy, a tiny two-letter word that meant so many things… In this case, it could mean victory.

“GO!”

The ponygirl leaned forward, glued her wrists to the small of her waist not to make a costly mistake, and pulled the cart like never before. Sophie gently guided her to the outside lane, where there wouldn’t be any traffic to worry about.

“Lady Wallenstein just passed Silver Sword and Electra, who have nothing left in the tank… but … Oh, my! Moonlight picked up some incredible speed and is passing them too. She is dangerously catching up to Lady Wallenstein who will maybe regret having started an early sprint. WHAT A SPEED! Only three lengths away… Two …. Will Moonlight have time to pass her before crossing the finishing line … ONE! It’s going to be a very close one… CAN SHE MAKE IT?!”

***

“Paul! Paul!”

“Mmm? What!?”

“Wake up, Paul! I have some information for you!”

“What the hell, Brittany? What is your problem? It’s the middle of the night!”

Sophie burst into the bedroom and woke up Paul, who was about to kick her away for disturbing slot oyna his sleep.

“I know who it is!”

“Who it is what? What are you talking about?”

“Penny’s new pony! Who else? The one who will team up with Morning Star to compete in the Triple Crown.”

“Okay? Who is it then? Is it someone from the NRPA?”

“Nope! I’ve never seen her before. Her name is Moonlight. She raced for the first time tonight.”

“Oh, really? So, they decided to go with a newbie? What kind of stupid ass move is that? They lost before we even had a chance to beat them. That’s a let down.”

Brittany shook her head, disapproving of Paul’s simplistic assessment.

“You are wrong. Moonlight won!”

“What? She won what? Her first race?”

“No, she crashed in her gate like an imbecile during her first race. But she won her second one.”

“So, what then? She had fresh legs. It’s not like the amateur league is very challenging anyway.”

“… Sophie didn’t try to win. I know her… She took it easy for the whole race and went for a sprint in the last straight. She was testing her ponygirl. It was Moonlight’s first race, and she flew on the last straight of the track like a cheetah on steroids.”

“Was she that fast?”

“Yes. Super Cup fast. And I got the feeling she could have started her final sprint a full lap before everybody else.”

Paul paused for a bit after that last sentence. Brittany was insane, but she was not a liar. Additionally, she was very competent at assessing ponygirls. She had been right about Hemlock, and she had been right about Nightshade. There was no reason to believe she had imagined things.

“Take off your clothes and get in bed.”

“… Is that how much you are concerned about this?”

“What do you want me to do about this at 1am? But since you are here, I would not mind getting a blowjob… unless you prefer anal?”

“…”

“I thought so… Come on. Get in bed and get to work.”

Paul was rude.

***

“You got 8 points for your win, so that was not enough to get a prize, but I’m very proud of you. You would have brought back a medal if you hadn’t had your little accident during the first race.”

Moonlight lowered her head. Yes, she was happy to have finished a nose length ahead of Lady Wallenstein, but she finished fourth overall because of the cumulative scores, and there was no reward for that. Such was the harsh reality of amateur racing.

“Don’t worry, Moonlight. It was a great night, and you learned a whole lot. Go to bed now. Tomorrow we can talk about it some more. It’s 1 am already. I need sleep.”

“Aren’t we going to tell Morning Star? She must be lonely in her stall.”

“I put her there for a reason… It’s going to be good for her in the long run. I’m sure she is asleep anyway.”

“She looked a bit depressed this morning when we left her behind to go to the track. I’m sure she would have loved to come with us.”

“Aaah, Moon. Stop feeling guilty for her. I’ve been her trainer for years. Yes, she was sad, but she is smart, and she knew I was right to leave her there. Look, I need to sleep now. So you can sleep here in your bed, or if you feel that guilty, you can go sleep in the stall next to hers.”

“… I… I never slept in a barn before.”

Sophie stretched her limbs and let a long yawn out.

“It’s not nearly as bad as you think. If you decide to spend the night there, just don’t get in Morning Star’s stall, please. Alright?”

“Okay… Good night, then.”

“Night, Moonlight. And try to be proud of your race. You did very well.”

“Thank you.”

Sophie left, and her lazy footsteps in the wooden staircase indicated that she was more than done for the day. Moonlight was just standing in the kitchen, trying to decide whether or not she should sleep in the barn with Morning Star.

Then something caught her attention. There was a pile of paper on the kitchen countertop, more than likely today’s mail. She walked to the pile and pulled out what looked like a magazine.

“One of Morning Star’s racing magazines…”

Moonlight knew that Sophie had taken away all racing magazines from Morning Star as a punishment for her bad behavior a few days ago. It was only fair since she could have aggravated her injury and, at the same time, obliterating any chances to save Penny’s stable. Knowing how much Morning Star loved those magazines, it was still a rough punishment, though.

Sophie had missed that new one apparently. It was a special edition with some color photos inside too.

***

“Pssst… Star? You are awake?”

Morning Star just turned to her side, not overly wanting to socialize right now. The frustration of being excluded from the racing night was still fresh, and she didn’t want to hear about it. Seeing Moonlight on the other side of the jail-like door didn’t help her to feel better. She was stuck in her stall, with the bridle on, and a short rope attached to the wall ring. Her cuffed wrists prevented her from canlı casino siteleri getting free.

Then a metal squeak sliced the silence of the night. Immediately, Morning Star turned around and looked at her door.

“Mmmph!”

It was not right at all. Moonlight was not supposed to be inside her stall like this. Sophie had more than likely prohibited her from doing such a thing. The young ponygirl entered the stall and closed the door behind her and held her pillow to her chest. Was she coming to sleep with her? Maybe she didn’t know pillows were unnecessary when sleeping on a haystack.

“Shhh… Don’t make a noise, Star. I just wanted to check on you. Let me sit on your haystack.”

“Mmmph!”

“I know… I can get us in trouble. But I’m fine with it. Can I sit?”

Morning Star starred at Moonlight for a few seconds before deciding to nod and move a bit to give her some space. The ponygirl wearing civilian clothes found a comfy spot very close to the latex-clad pony and started to chat using a discreet voice.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t come tonight. But I’m glad you didn’t see my first race. I rammed into the gate before it opened and didn’t get to do the race. It was so embarrassing. I wanted to leave, but Sophie prevented me from doing so and became all bossy. She didn’t let me say another word until my second race.”

“Fff fff ff!”

“That’s not funny! I thought I was going to die of shame, but then Sophie made me win the second race. So I guess she was right.”

Morning Star nodded. She had never rammed the gate that way, but she did have a couple of bad performances and remembered how Sophie reacted to those counter performances. There was no doubt Moonlight got the same treatment, which was a good thing.

“So, I missed you there. I thought it was unfair for Sophie to leave you here all alone.”

After a short sigh, Morning Star shook her head. Her understanding of her mistake and the reason why she was punished made sense. In a certain way, Sophie knew better, and her predicament would be a good thing in the long run. She would have liked to talk at this moment to explain to Moonlight that it was okay to get punished when it was fair; it was not a negative thing even if it was not fun.

But her train of thought abruptly terminated when Moonlight pulled something from her pillowcase… Morning Star went ballistic when she realized it was a new racing magazine.

“MMMPH!”

“Oh… You seem to know what it is, right?”

Morning Star nodded energetically and got hyper-excited all of a sudden. She had been waiting for this special edition for a while. Nobody had told her that it had finally arrived. Moonlight tried to push her back with some difficulty and kept the magazine away from the overacting pony.

“Heeey… Shhh! Stop stop… Stop making so much noise, Sophie will hear us. Calm down, okay? I can’t uncuff you or remove your bridle, so I’m going to help you read it, okay? It’s very dark, but we will do what we can with the moonlight. Hehe… That is like my name. I’m qualified for doing this.”

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”

“Okay, just sit very close to me, I’m going to flip the pages for you, just let me know when. I don’t know how you like reading those magazines.”

For a couple of hours, Moonlight patiently made Morning Star read her new magazine. The two ponygirls got comfy and eventually fell asleep next to each other. The bright moonlight was reflecting on Morning Star’s latex skin. The pillow they shared wasn’t bad either, even if it was not needed when sleeping on a haystack; some exceptions were always a good thing.

***

“Wake up you two!”

“Mmm? Aaah!”

“Mmmph!”

That was bad news. It was early in the morning, and Sophie showed up at the barn before the two ponies had a fair chance to wake up and separate. They were so screwed.

When they opened their eyes, they saw the small trainer in the stall, bringing some water and tools for the morning routine. She didn’t seem mad to have found the two of them together like this, but Moonlight did feel very guilty about it since she did this without permission.

“Sophie… I’m… I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t worry, Moonlight. It’s all good. Go to the house, take a shower, and put your latex suit on. I’m going to turn you into a nice ponygirl today, and we are all going to train together.”

“Together?”

“Yes… Come on, Moon… Hurry!”

“Y…Yes!”

“You forgot your… pillow. Who needs a pillow when sleeping on a haystack?”

“Oh… right… sorry.”

Moonlight turned around and grabbed her pillow, and sneakily tried to hide the magazine behind it before rushing to the exit. Sophie stopped her in her tracks.

“Wait! Give me that!”

“My… My pillow?”

“No, silly, the magazine you are trying to hide from me.”

Moonlight looked at Morning Star, worried about this special edition’s faith, but the ponygirl didn’t seem to know what to think either. Moonlight handed the magazine over to Sophie.

“Thanks. I know Morning Star… She will want to reread it until she memorizes the whole thing. We will leave it in her stall for now. Go! Don’t make me wait. I have your breakfast with me here.”

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I’m somewhat ashamed to say that I was a little bit giddy that week. The thought of having sex with a guy for the first time was one I’d had for a while and now that the time had finally come I was nervous. But I was determined not to chicken out! This was an experience I was going to have! Even if it was only once, that’d be fine, but life is about experiences and I was going to do this.

I spent all day Friday shaving. Thankfully I was not naturally hairy, unlike a friend of mine. The guy was like a freaking bear. Of course, this shaving included what little facial hair I had and my crotch and even the hard to reach areas. By the end of it I was as smooth as a baby’s butt. I then took some laxatives to clean out the system. What pornos and stories never mention is all the work that goes into making this kind of thing, like, not really messy. As a guy about to be fucked in the butt by another guy I didn’t want something obscene to occur in that hotel room. Andrew might have been into it but I certainly was not.

After cleaning and dressing myself I took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. I looked like a totally different person, which I suppose was the point. The wig didn’t look terrible, the make-up I had put on did the job without making me look like a slut, and my outfit was a really sexy yet humble skirt and sweater ensemble. My figure wasn’t too bad, either. I had never been a skinny kid, but for the past few years I had been using the college’s gym to work off the fat around my stomach. I had left the weights alone, though, and the effect, with a little help, was that I could pull off a natural breast size between an A and B. If I hadn’t known the girl I was looking at was me I would have definitely enjoyed a night with her.

The time had come. I put sweats on over the skirt, blouse, and sweater and set out with my equipment. Since I went to an urban school the hotel Andrew was staying at was only a 15 minute walk from campus, and as I arrived I tried to look as not-out-of-place as possible, so as to not draw attention. His room was apparently 7069 (the irony was not lost on me) so I made my way up to the 7th floor and found a bathroom to change in. I took my sweats off and stuffed them in my bag, which I then stuffed in a purse. Also in the purse went my shoes and out came a set of 1 inch heels. As a man, I had never had to master the art of walking in heels so I wanted some that would make me look more girlish, but that also wouldn’t break my legs in two steps.

With wig adjusted and lipstick applied I walked out of the bathroom in my heels and with my purse over my shoulder and I can safely say I’ve never felt sexier. The confidence didn’t last, though. I had butterflies building in my stomach as I walked down the hall. Standing in front of his door I wrestled with myself one last time. I decided that I wasn’t going to let an opportunity casino siteleri like this go to waste so I psyched myself up and knocked.

He answered a few seconds later. He was just like in the pictures. He was tall, had short black hair, and was tan like he spent time in the Mediterranean. He had a dress shirt and some slacks on at this moment. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Um… I’m looking for an ‘Andrew?’ Are you him?” I squeaked in the girliest voice I could muster.

A smile spread across his face as he shifted positions in the doorway. I had apparently found the right man. He had also apparently picked up on my sheepishness. “Aren’t you a cutie? And what might your name be?”

“Um…” I hadn’t really thought on it. I just chose the first name that popped in my head. “M- Meagan. Sir.” It was my sister’s name, which for me just made the situation hotter.

“Well, Meagan, why don’t you come on in and make yourself comfortable,” he said as he vacated the doorway and let me into the room. It was like all hotel rooms, a hallway with a bathroom leading to a central bedroom with a tv and windows. “I’m glad you agreed to meet me tonight, Meagan. Is this your first time?”

“Uh… yes, actually. It is.”

“Well I hope I can make it an enjoyable one,” and with that he grabbed me, brought me close, leaned down, and kissed me full on the lips. I was able to take in his musk and he definitely smelled like some kind of expensive cologne. His hands sought a place to be and found my butt, groping me under my skirt. Though that felt amazing I wasn’t really ready for a make-out session, so I broke it off and kneeled down. This is what I was here for. “A little eager, are we?” he said with a smile as I unzipped his pants. Soon his flaccid cock popped out from behind his shorts. It wasn’t pornstar sized, just as most men aren’t, but it was big. I considered myself of average length and it was definitely bigger than mine. 7 to 8 inches, at least.

I looked at the head, transfixed. After a few absentminded strokes I took it in my mouth, licking the head and getting the length as wet as possible, even getting my tongue into his little hole. Down here I was enveloped in Andrew’s smell. It was all musk and no cologne and it definitely got me all riled up.

I continued to stroke the base as I sucked on the upper half of his meat. “Oh, yes. That feels amazing. Keep going,” he was saying as he tucked my blond hair behind my ear and out of my face. I continued to stroke and suck for a few seconds after he had gotten hard, then stopped. “No,” he whined, “Why’d you stop?”

“I have a little surprise for you,” I replied. “Why don’t you get comfortable while I get ready?” I picked up my purse and went to the bathroom in the hall. After admiring my reflection and how sexy I looked in it one more time I stripped and got the lacy lingerie I had bought a few days before. It was a set of black lace underwear with bra and panties (which my rock hard dick was sticking out of at the moment) and in addition I had gotten lace stockings with garter belt and gloves. After tonight, I thought, I will definitely have some fun alone time with this outfit.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked when I came out. I tried to strike a sexy pose and felt like I succeeded. “W-Well? Do you… see something you like?”

“Oh, yes,” he said with that smile of his. “You are truly beautiful. The sexiest slut I have ever seen.” He opened his legs, beckoning me. I walked over to him, swaying my hips like a woman who knew what she wanted, and took hold of his massive member as I kneeled down. Taking his cock from him, I stroked it with my gloved hand as I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked. “Oh, god, this is amazing!” he moaned. I continued to stroke his rapidly hardening cock, loving on his sack all the while. He happened to be one of these guys who shaved his crotch, thankfully. This would not have been as enjoyable if I was getting a mouth full of pubes.

Taking the now hard and ready cock in my mouth I moved to massaging Andrew’s scrotum with my hand. “Oh fuck! You’re better than my girlfriend.” That took me aback. It seemed rude to me to mention another girl when your cock was being serviced by someone else, and in response I doubled my efforts to make this man cum. When he was screwing his girl I wanted him to think about me and the great fuck I gave him.

“Oh- OH FUCK!” With a tensing of his balls and a flexing of his massive penis, load after load of hot cum shot into my mouth. The only cum I had ever tasted before had been my own, and Andrew’s was definitely different. Thicker and sweeter.

His orgasm had caught me off guard, but I was determined to swallow every drop of the salty juice. After he had finished cumming into me I sucked on his beautiful member like a straw, trying to get everything I could. It was truly an amazing experience: the salty sweet taste in my mouth, the warmth in my stomach, and Andrew’s moans of pleasure all added to slot oyna my arousal, making me hornier than I had ever been before.

He fell back onto the bed, momentarily exhausted. “Wow. That was just… amazing,” he said, though I didn’t give him any time to recover. I began to stroke his wet meat again, trying to harden it back up. I was not done and I wanted to make sure he wasn’t either.

When I was sure he wouldn’t refuse some more, I stopped and climbed onto the bed kicking off my heels. I crawled up to the headboard and stuck my ass into the air. “Andrew, I would you be a dear and help a girl out?” I said with a little shake of the booty.

“You bet, you little minx.” I could feel him position himself behind me, and after he pushed my panties aside he licked my ass hole. That was an entirely new experience for me and now I was definitely happy I cleaned earlier that day.

With his tongue in my hole I couldn’t help moaning the cutest, girliest moan I had ever heard myself make. “Oooh, yes! That feels amazing. Keep licking my pussy; you’re making it dripping wet.” And he obliged. Not only did he wet my ass but also the underside of my balls and everything in between.

“Oh, oh please. Fuck me now!” I cried. I couldn’t take it anymore. I braced myself and planted my face in the cheap hotel pillows, trying to relax my ass muscles. I felt his tip probing at my rosebud, then the pressure of his wet head pushing into me. I bit my lip, prepared for the point when his head entered me completely and the rest of the shaft slipped in.

It happened quickly. One moment there was a bulge pushing into me, the next it was traveling deeper into my bowels. I had never felt anything like it before: the sense of completely filling up thanks to the wondrous rod of a man, especially one as big as Andrew’s. I didn’t have much time to reflect on this, as Andrew started to pump almost immediately.

In and out, in and out. All I could feel was the head gyrating inside of me and the shaft rubbing on my asshole. “Oh-h-h-h my GOD! Fuck. Me! Yes! YesyesyesyesYES! Fuck me like you could never fuck your girlfriend. Make a woman out of me!” I undid my bra to let my breasts swing free and I couldn’t keep my hand away from my neglected clitty. With my face buried in the sheets I started to masturbate as my ass was being serviced. The feel of my lace gloves did me in and I had never cum so fast and so hard. I could see trails of my jizz on the sheets under me as I screamed, “I’m cumming!”

I guess this pushed Andrew over the edge since he started to shoot his load into me for the second time that night, and this time I could feel the warmth actually filling me up. But he didn’t miss a beat. After he had finished unloading his cream into me he picked me up and flipped me around, pivoting me on his penis, which was still inside me. I landed with my back in pools of my own cum and I could see this man furiously pounding into me, trying to harden back up. We locked eyes and he took the chance to start kissing me again. With my mind occupied by the meat in my butt I wasn’t able to break away from the kiss and just went with it.

I lifted my legs to give him a better angle and wrapped them around his back, pulling him into me. He eventually broke off the kiss and sat back up, supporting my back with one hand and wrapping the other around my sore shaft. With a grin on his face he began to pump my penis vigorously. “Ow, I can’t take it. My head’s too sore.” Thanks to my earlier orgasm my dick was hypersensitive to the attention Andrew was giving it. It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before a shudder ran through me and my balls constricted, retreating further into me than they already were, and load after load was launched from my hole.

Streams of my cum shot up my body, with most landing on my breasts and stomach, but some of the first few made it to my face. At feeling my juice on my face I opened my lips to try and get a few spurts into my mouth.

Andrew retreated out of me, leaving a cold, empty feeling in my ass, and laid down next to me, trying to catch his breath. I wasn’t ready to be finished, but I was too sore to do anything fun, so I crawled down to his penis and started to clean the cum off his shaft with my mouth. After that was accomplished I snuggled up next to him and we laid there like that for a while.

I awoke in the same position an hour later. The lights had been turned off and I could feel Andrew breathing rhythmically beside me. I got up and looked out the window at the lights of the city below. The hotel was right on the edge of the financial district which, at night, was quite beautiful.

I didn’t notice Andrew was behind me until he started touching me and sucking on my neck. I moaned, accepting his advances, and pushed my butt up against him. He accepted my invitation and shoved his dick back up my ass, pressing me up against the large glass window.

The mix of sensations was erotic: the heat of Andrew behind and in me coupled canlı casino siteleri with the cold of the glass against my breasts, body, and erect penis. When I started to move with Andrew, the sensation of the window on my penis acted like a masterbatory effect and allowed me to orgasm. My load shot up, coating my stomach and the window in my cum. In all of this, the thought that this would be a bitch to clean up for the staff reached my head, and I sank down to my hands and knees and started to lick my own cum off the window in an attempt to clean it.

This gave Andrew perfect access to my hole, so he entered me, taking me doggie style. He reached around to grab my tits, grunting with every movement of his huge phallus inside of me. For my part I was moaning, tongue out and lapping up every stream of my cum that was sliding down the window.

“Mmmm… yes. Fuck my pussy. Shove your huge hot dick up my virgin pussy! Yes!” I was shouting between my licking of the cum on the window.

“Ooh yeah, you like that, you little slut? You like my dick up your ass?”

“Yes!” I couldn’t take this anymore. I moved my arms to the window and shoved my face in my cum, preparing for what I wanted. “Will you stroke my clitty for me, baby?” I asked.

He didn’t waste any time and grabbed my dick. He stroked it furiously, and I responded with violent thrusting back into Andrew.

“Oh- oh- OHHHHH!!” I screamed. Being taken furiously from behind like an animal and the scent of my own juices soaking me and the window filling my nostrils pushed me over the edge. More loads from my clit coated the carpet under me, as well as Andrew’s stroking hand.

It was too much. I looked out over the city lights, a city that could probably see a little crossdressing slut in the window of a hotel laying in her own spunk after being taken like the bitch she was, and just rested. Andrew pulled out of me and went back to the bed.

I flipped around and just sat, my balls laying in pools of cum. This was the first chance I had gotten to reflect on the events of the night. I looked down at my sore and twitching penis and my cum stained body and decided that tonight had been a success, and that I should probably head out.

I got up and, trying not to fall thanks to my raw ass and weak knees, made my way to the bathroom and ran a bath.

After cleaning up I got my wig back on, bits of cum still in it. ‘I need to find out how to clean this,’ I thought. I also put some makeup back on. Despite just ingesting a lot of his cum, I didn’t want Andrew getting a good idea of what my face really looked like.

Dressed in the skirt and blouse I arrived in, with my cum covered lingerie in a bag in my purse, I went up to the bed and told Andrew that I was leaving. He looked up and said, “Please wait a minute.” He got up and jotted something down on a piece of paper, his now-flaccid organ swaying as he did. “This is my number. Get in touch with me and next time I’m in the city we can do this again,” he said, with that mischievous smile on his lips.

“Will do,” I mumbled, trying to suppress a smile of my own. With that I left the room and the hotel altogether.

I hadn’t changed into my boy clothes before I left and on the walk back to my dorm I was getting stares from all the drunken guys leaving the bars. At this time of the night, or morning depending on how you looked at it, the only guys still out were those who went out looking for something and hadn’t found it yet.

I passed this one guy coming out of a bar who noticed me and called out, “Hey, sexy. You looking for a good time?” I looked back at the guy, a young white stud who could barely stand, and decided in my cum-high that his was good looking enough.

“Sure. Why not?” I said and took his hand. I lead him to the ally beside the bar and got down on my knees.

I undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his boxers down. His dick was already hard and I started sucking. “Holy shit, bitch. You’re eager, aren’t you?” I didn’t want to talk to him, I just wanted his seed in my mouth.

I was startled to feel his hands on the back of my head pushing me down further onto his meat, which was smaller than Andrew’s. In fact it was close to my size, though it was still bigger than my clit.

Gaging on his shaft I knew I couldn’t do this for long. Someone could walk by, not to mention the difficulty I was having breathing with his penis down my throat. I grabbed his balls and began to massage and doubled my efforts on the cock. Moving quickly I bobbed my head up and down, using my tongue to clean the whole organ.

The guy couldn’t take it and started to thrust into my face. “Sh- shit, girl. You’re a re- real slut, you know that?”

I moaned into the guy’s pelvis and that seemed to push him over the edge. Hot streams of his seed shot from his dick and into my eager mouth. I swallowed all of it, not letting one drop go. It tasted like alcohol.

With that I got up and left quickly, before the guy came to his senses. I was able to leave him dumb in the ally as I got back to my dorm. I was lucky that my roommates were out for the weekend. I did not want to explain to them why I was in drag at 2 in the morning.

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I sighed with relief as I entered the hotel bar that Friday afternoon. It was Labor Day weekend, always an intensely busy period for a hotel on Clearwater Beach, on any Florida beach. Memorial Day and July 4th are also incredibly busy times as well but Labor Day weekend is total madness as hundreds of thousands of people seek to enjoy the last weekend of the summer before school. The big spring break craze falls into a completely separate category. Not only are there official hotel guests, thousands of Floridians from surrounding counties flock to the beach for the day. Most people don’t realize it only takes about three hours to drive from coast to coast in Florida so those who live in the center can be at a beach in about an hour and a half, closer areas in less time. As long as a Floridian has a car and gas he easily can spend the day at the beach. Guests had begun pouring into the hotel on Thursday afternoon, a weekend party crowd determined to live it up. Only an Elvis sighting would bring in a more wild and crazy bunch of people.

The big three weekends are a great time to be a bartender. You can make a couple thousand dollars in tips and you can fuck until your cock is completely numb and your nuts feel like you’ve had a knee in the groin. I probably could have sex with a hundred people or more if it were physically possible. The party crowd that flows through the bar hits on every bartender. When I get off work and put on a bathing suit to cruise the beach I could fuck another hundred. Some people just lose every inhibition when they get to the beach and would fuck naked in the sand if the law allowed it. To say I look forward to the big three is the understatement of the century.

All of our bartenders work double shifts on holiday weekends. The hotel hires temps from the local bartending school; also former employees who have gone on to other careers but are grateful for the extra cash. As I came into the bar that afternoon I saw our regular staff and several new faces. I’d been off for two days because I’d been promoted to assistant bar manager and had a grueling weekend schedule ahead of me. As I headed for the employee locker room to change into my Nike’s I bumped into Steve, the bar manager. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his small office.

“There’s a guy who was here looking for you, Rowdy, name’s Matt Logan. He’s in Room 707. Why don’t you go up and seem him before you come into work?”

Matt Logan. I hadn’t seen him in almost ten years and we’d only been acquaintances, not close friends. I looked at Steve, suddenly suspicious of his generous offer to let me go see a personal friend instead of reporting to work at our busiest time.

“That’s nice of you, Steve. You sure you don’t want me to report in? I could see Matt on a break later or maybe I could call him and have him sit at the bar.”

Steve looked uncomfortable. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and turned us toward his office door.

“No, no, buddy; you go see your friend. And if you need anything, Rowdy, don’t hesitate to ask me. You know I’m here for you, right?”

He squeezed my shoulder and from the pained look in his eyes I knew something was wrong.

“What’s up, Steve? I haven’t seen Matt in almost ten years.”

“Trust me, Rowdy, just go see him now. He seems like a really nice guy.”

I felt sick in the pit of my stomach.

“Okay, I’ll go. Thanks, Steve. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t worry about it, Rowdy. He’s your friend and you haven’t seen him in years. I’ve got enough people here to cover for you. Take all the time you need. Take the whole weekend if you want.”

I felt sweat on my neck as I walked away. I had no idea what Matt would be doing here or how he even knew I worked here. All I could think of was old wounds being torn open again. I walked toward the elevators, still puzzled why a voice from the past would suddenly appear. I realized I’d have passed it off as Matt having come to Clearwater just for Labor Day if I hadn’t seen Steve’s face as he spoke to me. Steve didn’t rattle easily and he was obviously out of sorts. I got off on the seventh floor and walked to 707, took a deep breath and knocked. There was a brief silence and I thought Matt must have gone down to the beach. Then the door opened and he stood before me barefoot and in jeans, pulling on a dark blue shirt. I couldn’t believe how incredibly handsome he was. The Matt I remembered had been a gawky kid who had worn black horn rimmed glasses and most definitely had given no sign he’d grow up to look like this. He was a total stud that radiated a sexual presence, his black hair tousled as if he’d jumped out of bed, the blue of the shirt making his eyes seem purple, with a dark five o’clock shadow.

He smiled and stepped back into the room for me to enter.

“Rowdy, come on in! It’s been such a long time.”

“What, nine, ten years?”

“Ten,” he laughed. “I can see I made a real impression on you.”

“So, are you here on vacation?”

“Yeah, I made my reservation weeks ago before I even knew you worked here. I’ve always heard how beautiful the beaches are here so I decided to find out for myself. Plus I had a meeting in Orlando for my job.”

I felt a sense of relief. Nothing casino siteleri could be wrong if he’d made his reservations so long ago.

“Here, let’s have a seat.”

We sat on the couch by the balcony window.

“I’ll come straight to the point, Rowdy. Your parents are both dead, died two days ago.”

I was stunned even though I hadn’t seen or heard from them in ten years. We sat in silence for awhile and then I spoke.

“What happened?”

“It isn’t a pretty story, Rowdy. Your mother killed your father with a shotgun and then shot herself. She didn’t leave a note but I think most people can figure out why.”

After all I’d been through with them I still felt tears sting my eyes although I didn’t cry. Matt saw my emotion and put his hand on mine.

“I’m sorry, Rowdy, I know what you went through and this is probably still hard for you. I had no idea you worked here until Rose Marie asked me to tell you. I guess you must have written her and told her you’re here. When Alicia told them I was coming here for the Labor Day weekend, Rose Marie and Mary Alice wanted me to tell you.”

I’d never written either of my sisters. I hadn’t seen or heard from them since I left El Paso.

“So is that it? I’m not sure why they would even want me to be notified,” I said.

Matt stared at me for a moment.

“They don’t want you at the funeral. They were afraid you’d hear about it and come. I’m sorry, Rowdy, there’s a lot of bitterness there.”

“Don’t be. I didn’t know and if I had I wouldn’t have gone anyway. I wouldn’t have done anything.”

My voice was sharper than I wanted it to be and I saw surprise in his eyes.

“I’m not attacking you, Matt. You know that. You’re just the messenger here. I take it you told Steve because he seemed all weird when he sent me up here.”

“Yeah,” he replied, “I told him because he got a little huffy and told me you don’t have time to socialize on Labor Day weekend. He said anything I wanted to say could be said sitting at the bar or on the Tuesday after Labor Day. So I told him and he changed his tune right away. He really cares a lot about you, Rowdy. I’m glad you have such friends.”

I nodded and sat silent for several minutes while Matt watched tennis on television. As if in a trance, I sat and stared at Matt’s bare feet, seeing them and not seeing them. In any case, his feet were beautiful, the kind of feet you see on a man in a magazine advertisement. I almost laughed when I realized I was avoiding thinking about my parents’ awful deaths by focusing on a man’s bare feet. Freud would have had field day with that one. Finally I stood to leave.

“Look, can we get together a little later maybe? I need to be alone for awhile.”

He stood and hugged me tight, patting me on the back. I was surprised because we hadn’t been that close.

“I’ll be here and I’d really like to spend some time with you. It’s been a long time.”

“Good, I’ll see you later then.”

I left the room quickly and took the elevator to the lobby. I put my Nikes in my locker and walked onto the beach. It was 5:20 PM and the beach crowd was thinning. Most of the vacationers had either gone to their rooms to get ready for supper or were already eating. Still, the beach was more crowded than it was at this time normally. I saw a few girls — and guys — giving me the eye as I slowly walked toward Pier 60. I walked in the surf, the water cooling my feet as they sunk in the wet sand. When I walked, and sometimes when I ran, I liked to do it in the surf for the added weight pull toughening the workout. Now it was comforting.

I’d hated my father intensely and had probably hated my mother even more because I had absolutely no respect for her. I hated her for allowing him to abuse me year unmercifully after year without one damn word of support from her. We’d followed my father around the world as he moved from base to base. He liked Germany and France and along the way I’d become fluent in their languages, something that arrogant bastard had never even made an effort to do. Growing up I admired him as all children admire and love their parents. Even with as my hatred of him grew I still had a grudging respect for him, I suspect because of his impeccable military skills and the fact he was a war hero. My father had always slapped me around but I really learned my hatred for them starting around age eight when suddenly my parents began to pressure me and became very involved in my education. It wasn’t a parental interest in seeing me do well. It was a fetish. My father was a high ranking officer everywhere we went; eventually culminating in his being named a general after his experiences in the first Iraq War, then the second Iraq invasion, and the Afghanistan war.

Dad and Mom were obsessed with the idea that I had to be the best at everything; shine for Dad to make him look good, bragging to his cronies that his son would follow the family tradition at West Point. I did well in school from the beginning but I was considered a goof off with an attitude that started with the first whipping from my father. One of my teachers called him and told him I wasn’t paying attention in class and hell split open. School expectations, course levels, and teacher skills slot oyna vary from base to base, country to country. Some are excellent and some are god awful. I’d spent my kindergarten, first, and second grade years schooled in Okinawa. The school was wonderful and challenging although I didn’t realize it at the time. Dad was transferred and I had a new school for third grade. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either.

By the time we arrived at Fort Bliss, I was fifteen and in the tenth grade. I’d moved through five schools in four countries and Dad had requested Bliss because he was born in El Paso. It was going to be his final station before his retirement. Fort Bliss is located in two states, most in New Mexico but part in western Texas near El Paso. We’d spend a lot of off time in El Paso because Dad’s sister, Arleen, lived there with her two daughters Lena and Nancy. Both were older than me, Lena seventeen and Nancy nineteen. Arleen was seven years older than Dad and had been divorced four times. It wasn’t really clear to me why Dad wanted to retire to El Paso. He’d been gone so long he didn’t know anyone and he and Arleen were not even close. It was easy to understand why. She was a total bitch, as were her daughters, and with Dad being a controlling bastard, civil conversation was rare. Mom was always such a whining whipped dog her opinion didn’t matter to either of them.

It was hard for a child to understand why his mother won’t defend him against the abuse and cruelty dished out anyone. Mom never once tried to interfere as my father beat and punished me. Instead she actually went along with it, sometimes slapping my face when she knew I’d done something that my father would be angry about when he came home from work in the evening. He treated me like shit, beat me all the time, and her only response was a milquetoast whine that I needed to not upset my father. In retrospect I realized that I shouldn’t have expected anything else. If she’d protested, he’d have knocked her to the floor. The only time I saw her seem really happy was when my twin sisters were born and even then I couldn’t understand why. Why would she be happy to bring two female children into the world for him to beat and abuse? He never missed the chance to say the only purpose in life for a woman was to stay barefoot and pregnant. Mom would’ve had a baby every year if her ovaries had worked. The twins were born because the planets were aligned right in the heavens. Or maybe were misaligned, I should say. They had to be my father’s children because Mom was too chicken shit to have ever had an affair.

My father would always make me pull my pants down so he could whip my naked ass with his belt and I’m not ashamed to say I cried a lot. If fucking hurt, not to mention it was humiliating, particularly after puberty began. When I first started to sprout pubic hair, Mom walked past during one of my ass beatings. She stopped to stare at my crotch and commented that I’d begun to grow hair ‘down there’ and I needed to be more of a man. ‘Stop crying and take the punishment I deserved like a man’ she said. The girls were born when I was twelve and the hair started the same year. I vowed to myself that I’d be out of that hell hole before the girls were old enough to see my naked penis swinging in the breeze while my bare ass was getting beat. The only thing that was funny to me out of the beatings was a time when I was fourteen and my mother passed by during a session. She commented to my father that it looked like I took after the men in her family because my dick was already bigger than his. I proceeded to get an even worse beating as he took his frustration out on me. When he finished with me, he beat Mom with his fists and broke a rib and her nose.

When he beat Mom she always had to go to a doctor and hospital off base to avoid bringing attention to Dad’s brutality. There were medical records of her beatings in every city we’d ever been in and Mom was too stupid to use a false name, something Dad never realized. It all came to the breaking point the week of Halloween. I don’t deny I did wrong or that I deserved to be punished. It was the nature of the punishment that pushed me over the edge.

My father never really gave a damn about religion. Why should he when he was one of Lucifer’s hell hounds on earth? But he played the game; the chaplains were important to him to help him exert his control over the military personnel. The farce he maintained with the chaplains gave him the guise of a god fearing man who was a patriotic zealot. My biology teacher was married to one of the chaplains and she was a fucking ignorant redneck. As would be expected, she not only didn’t teach the theory of evolution, she ranted against it like a madwoman. One who believed in evolution not only faced certain damnation but needed to be ‘cleansed by the blood of the lamb’ to avoid contaminating other innocent minds. She invited her husband to the class to shed more light on the correct theory of divine creation. I’ve alluded to the fact I’m smarter than the average guy, not a MENSA member, but far from an idiot. With the luxury of hindsight I know now I was an idiot that day.

Chaplain Moses swept into the class like he was the personal messenger of the heavens. He proceeded canlı casino siteleri to preach a load of bullshit while his good wife Dorothy sat behind her desk glaring at us like an avenging angel. I must have had a wild hair up my ass that day because I decided to take him on. I pointed out scientific evidence of the earth’s age, dinosaur skeletons, etc. supported Darwin’s theory of evolution, and I proceeded to whip the class into a total frenzy of questions the good chaplain couldn’t answer. He left the classroom in a rage and when I got home that evening from football practice my father was waiting for me. He tied me to the headboard of the bed in my room, completely naked, and beat me until could see blood on the sheet beneath me. I was screaming and crying because he used a cane he’d gotten on a trip to Singapore. I stayed out of school until the following Tuesday recovering from the beating. And Mom? She added to the punishment by refusing to let me eat for two days, wailing about her wicked child from hell. She did this more for the effect it had on my sisters who had turned three. They were terrified of me, thinking I really was from the devil.

When I returned to school it was to a triumphant Dorothy Moses who immediately asked me to tell the class what I’d learned about divine creation. I kept silent and she wrote me up for insubordination. That same day two of my more criminal classmates urged me to join them in seeking revenge on the Moses family. During sixth period P.E. the three of us slipped out of the gym and I poured sugar into Mrs. Moses gas tank while David scratched the paint with a nail and Howard scratched the windshield with a diamond ring he’d stolen from his mother. Typical of my luck, Magdalena Moses, daughter of the chaplain, walked into the parking lot to put her books in the car before she went to cheerleading practice, something that was a serious infraction of school rules. Students were forbidden in the parking lot during school hours and now the spawn of Satan had caught us.

Within fifteen minutes David, Howard, and I were in the principal’s office with the accusing Magdalena and her mother. Naturally, Magdalena also being in the parking lot was ‘not an issue’ when I pointed it out to the principal. Fifteen minutes later Dad strode into the office, his face like thunder. He ripped his belt from his waist and in one sudden move pulled my gym shorts and jock strap to my ankles. I still had scabs from the previous week all over me as he began to scream and beat me. My eyes immediately went to Magdalena who was watching my penis flop around. Her eyes rose to meet mine and I could see the laughter in her eyes, the total scorn for me. Mrs. Moses smirked at me and occasionally nodded her head as if to say she was enjoying seeing me get my just desserts. Howard and David were in total shock, tears streaming down their cheeks in fear of Dad. The principal and everyone else kept their mouths shut, afraid to take on a general whose command also included the base schools. Suddenly Dad’s belt buckle connected with my testicles and I almost fainted, the only thing that ended the beating because I collapsed to the floor. While on the floor, Howard’s father and David’s mother came into the office. My humiliation was complete. Dad kicked at me and ordered me to pull my shorts up and go home to await further punishment, part of which would be to get a job to pay for the damage to Mrs. Moses’ car.

I wasted no time getting out of that office. I grabbed my bike and raced toward home without stopping for my books, my regular clothes, or anything because I knew what I had to do, what I was going to do. I went into the garage and got a rope and a chair. It took me only a couple of minutes to create a noose and throw the rope over a limb of the tree in our front yard. I stripped naked and jumped onto the chair, determined that when my body was discovered everyone who saw it would see the evidence of the abuse I’d suffered for years. Matt lived next door to us and I heard him yell as I kicked the chair out from under me. Looking back, I’m surprised that I felt no fear as I lost consciousness. I tried to jump up and down, to increase the pressure to break my neck. I didn’t break my neck but I created a rope scar that will be there until I die.

As the world grew dark to me I felt only relief to be leaving it. Instead I awoke to find myself in a bed in the base hospital with a nurse checking my vital signs. My first words to her were regret that I hadn’t blown my head off with my father’s twelve gauge shotgun but that I’d take of that as soon I was released and sent home. The nurse totally freaked out at my statement. About that time my parents walked into the room, Mom looking like a whipped dog and Dad was angry I’d embarrassed him. I couldn’t take it anymore and I began to scream hysterically that I was going to blow my brains out because I was tired of the years of his abuse. I screamed at the nurse and asked if she was fucking blind to the scars on my back and ass from continuous beatings. I saw anger in her face as she ran from the room. About half an hour later two civilian policemen came into the room and ordered my parents to leave. They examined my back as I told them how Dad beat us, how I feared for my sisters, how my mother was as guilty as him, and told of all the civilian doctors and hospitals over the world where she had emergency room records. I also told them I didn’t expect them to do a goddamn thing because Dad was a general.

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“What do you want for your 19th birthday?” My best friend asked me, thrusting a candle into my hand.

I smirked at her, and joked, “A boyfriend!”

She laughed. “One who’s good in bed!”

“Yeah!” I cheered in agreement. “One who gives me so much sex it feels like there’s two of him!”

“How about smart?” She asked.

“Yep, and funny… um… good looking… but most importantly, I want him to treat me well. I don’t want him to be a jerk like the last one!”

“Alright Shana, light the candle!” My best friend commanded. I found the request strange, but complied. She gestured for me to put the candle in the holder located in the center of the table. “Now, it’s time to get drunk!”

She poured me another Long Island Iced Tea from the pitcher she’d made, and then poured one for herself. We clinked our glasses together, and exclaimed “Cheers!” It was fun to drink — laughing, singing, and dancing — until we both passed out.

The next morning, I woke up on the floor. I groaned, clutched my head, and slowly sat up. At first I didn’t see my best friend anywhere.

“River…?”

“Oh, you’re awake! Check this out,” she beckoned. She was kneeling on a chair, leaning on the table.

I carefully got to my feet, and looked at the table.

“The wax from your candle melted into an interesting shape while we were passed out,” she informed me.

Sure enough, there was now a puddle of cooled wax on the table in the shape of a heart. If a person were to cut two hearts out of paper, one slightly bigger than the other, and then layer them so that the smaller one was on top of but slightly to the side of the bigger one, that was what the wax heart looked like. I scratched my head.

“How’d it do that?”

River shrugged. “I think it’s a sign that your heart will soon be joined to someone special.”

“That’d be nice,” I murmured, and then went in search of the bathroom.

*****

“Your name is Shana, right?” A cute guy asked me. We had at least one — maybe two classes together, and I think we had ever since I started college last semester. I hadn’t really paid him much attention because I was shy and tended to keep to myself.

“Yeah… and you’re… J… something…” I cringed as I realized that I couldn’t remember his name.

He smiled. “Yep. J.T.”

“Really?” I asked, incredulous that I had actually gotten it right. Sorta…

“Have you ever been to the Fair Trade Café?” He wondered.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Well then, come on! My treat,” he invited me with a grin.

Ohhhh… This is him! This is the guy that River said I’d meet soon! I forced my shy nature to the back of my mind. “Um… okay.”

He took my hand, and led me to the café, which was located off campus, but within walking distance. As we walked, I kept looking at our joined hands. My heart beat just a little bit faster than normal.

“So…” I searched for something to talk about. “What’s this café you’re bringing me to?”

“It’s called the Fair Trade Café. It specializes in organically grown or humanely raised food — local when possible.”

“Sounds expensive,” I murmured.

“Nah! Not really. I mean you could go to a fast food joint and buy a “value” meal for about 5-7 dollars, or for just 7-10 dollars, you can get a meal at the café that is chemical free and won’t make you sick in the long run,” he explained.

I laughed. “It sounds so simple when you say it like that.”

“That’s because it is simple,” he grinned at me.

We soon arrived at the café, and sat at the counter. J.T. ordered a ham sandwich, and highly recommended that I get one too. I shrugged, and nodded. It came with a salad and a bowl of fruit. The trickiest part was deciding what type of bread to have it on. They had a variety of organic breads I’d never even heard of.

“Do you normally eat soft white bread or whole wheat?” J.T. asked me.

“Whole wheat,” I replied.

“Then I recommend getting the sprouted sourdough. It’s really good!” It was also what he had chosen, so I nodded.

When we got our food, I was amazed! I was expecting something that looked mostly like sandwich meat bought in a store, but this was slices of a real ham! It was also tender and juicy.

“Wow!”

“I know, right?” J.T. grinned at me.

After we finished eating, I glanced at the time and gasped. “I hate to eat and run, but I have to get to my next class!” I had plenty of time to get there if I left now, but if I didn’t rush, I’d be tempted to linger or even skip it all together.

“Me too, let’s walk back together,” he suggested.

I nodded, blushing for some reason.

He paid the bill, and then took my hand again as we walked back to campus. I still had five minutes until class started after we got there, and he had to get to the other side of the building for his next class. Even so, we stared into each other’s eyes for a moment.

“Blue and green,” I murmured, referring to the fact that he had one blue eye and one green eye. He brushed some of casino siteleri my hair aside with a hand, and then kissed me. I think my toes curled! I was definitely blushing by the time he was done.

“See you tomorrow!” He stated and then rushed off.

I was on cloud nine! I probably should have skipped class after all because I didn’t hear a word the teacher said, but I was in the habit of recording the lecture so I could listen to it while I did my homework.

The next day, J.T. playfully covered my eyes, and commanded me to, “Guess who!”

I laughed. Then, without giving it any thought, I blurted out, “My new boyfriend!”

He turned my head so that we were face to face. “That’s right,” he confirmed, and then rewarded me with a kiss for guessing correctly. I felt like I was floating, and had to look at my feet a couple of times to make sure they were firmly on the ground.

He brought me to the café again, and this time, he recommended the chicken sandwich. Once again, I was surprised to see actual chicken meat. It looked like they had marinated, baked, and then pulled apart a thigh so they could toss it on my sandwich.

I was in love with this café! I might be really close to being in love with my new boyfriend too…

The entire week passed in bliss, but I was nervous about the weekend. What if not seeing me for a couple of days made him change his mind? We got together on Monday, maybe a week was all he could stand to be around me…

“Are you busy this weekend?” He asked.

“Well… I plan to do homework, but other than that, no,” I replied.

“Good, then we should go to a movie.”

I was happy, but I looked away. He’s bought me lunch every day for a week, and now he wants to go to a movie. I felt like he was spending way too much money on me. I think he could read my mind, because he stroked my cheek, and made me look at him.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he murmured, his green and blue eyes sparkling merrily, and then kissed me. I made a mental note to hug River when I got back to our dorm.

I am not sure I paid any attention at all to the movie! I was too busy watching him and thinking about what I really wanted to do with him when the movie was over. I do remember it being funny, but I couldn’t tell you the plot.

“Do you want to come back to my apartment with me?” He asked.

I nodded, too overwhelmed to actually speak. His apartment was small — a one bedroom — but it was clean and smelled good. He started kissing me the moment his door was shut.

“Do you want to…?” He whispered in my ear before nuzzling my neck.

“Mmmhmm,” I agreed, words still beyond me.

He removed my clothes as he led me to his bed, and then got rid of his. I was so nervous! This wasn’t my first time, but it felt about ten times more special.

He totally took the lead, kissing me and stroking my body with his hands. He looked like he was playing with his favorite toy as he sucked on and fondled my breasts. Previously, I didn’t really like guys playing with them — it felt annoying — but his touch made me hot.

He massaged my stomach, and then his hands explored my wet opening. His thumb rubbed my clit causing me to gasp. Oh wow! It seems like all he needs to do is touch me, and I quake with pleasure!

I grabbed a pillow and smothered myself as I screamed. I know it sounds silly, but I didn’t want him to hear me making such an embarrassing sound. Not many of the guys I’ve been with have taken the time to make me feel this good.

“You want to help me put the condom on?”

“Sure,” I replied even though it was hard to speak. He opened the package as I tossed the pillow aside, then handed me the condom. It was unlubricated, which was good, because the stuff they use on lubricated condoms always made me break out in a rash.

My hands shook as I put the condom on him. He was a bit bigger than my last boyfriend, but his shaft looked absolutely beautiful to me. Once it was on, he kissed me, pulling my legs around his waist.

“Are you ready?” He whispered into my mouth.

I nodded, touched that he bothered to ask. “Oh…” I exhaled in appreciation. He felt so good inside me!

I was making so many noises that I wanted to cover my face again, but he kept kissing me. I was in heaven! He had more stamina than I expected. Five minutes was about average for the others, but he took at least 20 minutes. Not that I was counting…

When he was done, he kissed me for a couple of minutes, which made me moan, and long to start over. His blue and green eyes looked eager to have more fun as well. I smiled, thanking my lucky stars that I’d found him. Well actually… he’d found me.

“I have to go to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back, and then I plan to start over,” he informed me.

I felt like squealing from happiness, but managed to keep it inside. “Okay.”

He was gone about 2 minutes, but when he returned, he practically leapt into bed with me. I laughed, kissing him as if it had been a long time since I last saw slot oyna him.

This time, I had the courage to let my hands roam his body. He playfully licked me at random, causing me to shriek and laugh. I have got to give River a thank you gift! I’m not sure how she knew, but she was right when she said I’d find someone.

J.T. put a new condom on, and then helped me straddle him. I lowered onto him carefully, savoring the feel of him sliding in. He held my hips with his hands to guide me up and down slowly, using one thumb to stimulate my clit.

I’ve got to say that no one’s ever had me ride them quite like this before! It was all I could do to follow his lead; I kept shaking from the pleasure. I started screaming again, only there were no pillows within reach, so I shoved a hand in my mouth to muffle the noise.

Two orgasms in one night is my personal record. He is officially the best boyfriend ever!

I was too wobbly to remain on top of him, so he rolled me under him. Subtly pinching myself proved that I hadn’t actually died and gone to heaven. He started thrusting as fast as he could, and I held him so tight that I think I might be choking him.

When he eventually came, I was astonished to discover that I was actually disappointed he was wearing a condom. I wanted so badly to feel his cum flooding me. I’m going to have to get on birth control so that we don’t need to use condoms any more.

We rested long enough that I almost fell asleep, but then he started tickling me. I grabbed his head, stared into his green and blue eyes for a moment, and then kissed him.

“This is the best night ever,” I told him honestly.

He chuckled. “I’m glad you think so. I feel the same.” He paused for a moment, then sighed. “But I have to walk you home now. I need to get up early tomorrow so I can drive back to my mom’s to do laundry.”

“Lucky that you live close enough to do so. I have to bring mine to the Laundromat and spend a lot of money,” I informed him.

We got dressed, and then he walked me home. I was so happy that it seemed like less than a minute passed before we reached my dorm. I pouted.

“I can’t wait to see you again on Monday. Too bad you don’t have a cell phone so that I can text you,” he said.

“That would be nice, but sadly, I just can’t afford one,” I replied, but then realized that I’d rather be kissing him. I flung my arms around his neck, and kissed him for at least 5 minutes before he insisted that he needed to go home and get some sleep.

I floated up to my dorm room, and then hugged River for being the best friend who ever lived.

“I take it your date went well,” she grinned.

“Mmmhmm,” I sighed happily, and then went straight to bed. Even if J.T. dumped me on Monday — which given my track record, was highly likely — I’d still had the best date and sex of my life, so it wouldn’t be all bad. I sincerely hoped that he’d want to keep seeing me for the rest of the semester at least, but I wasn’t getting my hopes up.

*****

J.T. held up a large takeout box that said “Fair Trade Café” on it, and then tucked my hand in his arm. “I figured that it would be quicker to eat our lunch at my apartment, and then maybe we’d have time for a little fun before our next class.”

“Sounds like a great idea to me!”

The very moment we finished eating, J.T. tossed the garbage, and then we had fun on his couch. We were simply too much in a hurry to go all the way to his bed.

The next day, we didn’t even bother going to the couch. Instead, we used his table — which I have to admit was a lot of fun.

The day after, we didn’t even bother eating lunch first. We simply leaned up against the wall, and took advantage of the fact that I’d decided to wear a skirt today. I no longer cared who might hear the embarrassing noises I made, though it was nice to muffle them by kissing him.

My lids were half closed as I moaned from the incredible pleasure, but something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked up, and saw a face watching us from his bedroom. His face…

I gasped, but he was grunting in a way that told me he was done now anyway. He looked at me, and noticed that I was looking at something behind him. The face had disappeared, but I’m certain I hadn’t been seeing things.

“What’s wrong?” He wondered.

“I saw you… watching us from the bedroom…”

“That’s…”

“Silly, I know, but I swear…” I faltered, realizing how crazy I must sound.

“No… That’s my twin brother,” he confessed.

“Sorry!” His brother apologized, poking his head out of the room again. “I couldn’t resist.”

“I didn’t know you had a twin,” I murmured.

“We purposely didn’t tell you. We, uh… We always pretend we are one person, and not many people know there are two of us,” J.T. explained.

“Why?” I wondered. I couldn’t help but notice that I was still up against the wall with him inside me. It was a bit embarrassing now that his twin was actually in the same room as us. I pushed against him lightly canlı casino siteleri so that he would let me out of this awkward position.

J.T. pulled the condom off, then closed his pants as he threw it in the trash. I half watched him, half kept an eye on his twin.

The twin shrugged. “We think it’s really fun. We’re completely identical except…”

I looked at them both carefully. They really did look exactly alike. I couldn’t find anything to mark them as different. Wait… Blue and green… green and blue… I gasped again.

“Oh my God!” I hadn’t noticed it earlier, but their eyes were different. “I’ve been dating you both, haven’t I?”

They nodded. I felt faint and had to sit down.

“Please don’t be mad at us; we both really like you!” They begged at the same time.

I tried to stay calm by controlling my breathing. “So which one of you is J.T.?”

“We both are,” they chorused.

The one with one green eye one blue held up his hand. “I’m Jacen Thompson.” He was the one who’d pinned me to the wall a few moments ago.

The one with one blue eye one green pointed to his chest, “And I’m Jaden Thompson.”

“Oh… J.T. … I get it…” I murmured, still in mild shock. It’s actually pretty clever of them. In my mind, I saw a picture of the melted candle wax. “Two hearts…”

“Huh?” They questioned.

“My friend… she used a candle to predict that I’d find love soon. She said that because the wax formed a heart, that I would soon meet someone special. But the wax actually formed two hearts.” I sketched it out using a pen and a notepad from my purse, which was on the table in front of me. “Like this.”

“That’s cool!”

I smiled. “I still have it.”

“So… now what?” Jacen asked.

“Which one of you did I meet first?” I inquired.

“That was me,” Jaden confessed.

“And, um…” I blushed. “The first time we had sex?”

“Me again,” Jaden stated. “And then him…”

“Oh!” This actually made some sense. I tilted my head a little as I gazed at the ceiling and beyond. “Don’t you each want your own girlfriends?”

They shrugged, and then looked at each other. It seemed like they had a whole conversation without saying a word. Jacen decided to tell me what they were thinking. He sat next to me, and held my hand.

“There’s not much point in finding separate girlfriends. We both like the same things; the same people. We always have. Even without trying, we really are like one person. Whenever we tried dating different girls in the past, inevitably, we’d argue. It’s hard to explain.”

Jaden started rubbing my shoulders. “We’d both want one of them, and not the other.”

“Hmm…” I thought this over carefully. “So… What you’re saying is, that… I get two boyfriends instead of one?”

They nodded.

Ever since my first boyfriend, I’ve had a string of relationships that didn’t really last all that long. None of them ever made me feel like J.T. had. I wondered if I should get upset and break it off, but… well… They seemed to want to be with me. This was unique and intoxicating at the same time.

“Alright,” I told them with a blush. “I can try it.”

“You mean it?!” They asked excitedly. I nodded in confirmation, and they pulled me to my feet so that they could sandwich me in a hug. Jaden started nibbling on my ear.

“Since you still have plenty of time before class…”

My heart skipped a beat and I nodded. He twirled me around happily, and led me to their couch. I found it interesting that they always had plenty of condoms in their pockets. There’s no denying that they’re cute enough to attract plenty of girls though.

I straddled Jaden, again taking advantage of the fact that I was wearing a skirt. My entire attention was focused on him — his kisses made me want to swoon! Then… I looked up and noticed Jacen watching us as he ate his lunch. This was weird yet it made me hornier, if that was possible.

Inexplicably, I orgasmed right then and there, throwing my head back to cry out how good it felt. My pleasure set Jaden off. He held me tight, and grunted into my chest as he filled the condom.

After a short rest, I ate my lunch, and then Jacen and I walked back to school. I snuggled up to him as I held his hand, and he lightly stroked my arm.

“You’re the first girl who hasn’t gotten mad at us,” he remarked.

“Probably because this is my longest relationship so far and I’m just so frickin’ happy to have a boyfriend. You two have treated me better than all the rest, so why not see what happens next… you know?”

We arrived at my class then, and he kissed me. My toes were definitely curling!

The rest of the week passed with me going back to their apartment for lunch, and then having fun with them. They had a schedule of alternating days that clearly outlined which one of them was “my” J.T. and the one who wasn’t attended classes on the opposite side of campus.

On Saturday, it was Jacen’s turn to take me out on an official date. He brought me to dinner, and I found it strange that a lot of our activities revolved around food. Afterwards, he brought me back to their apartment where Jaden had gone overboard lighting little tea candles and scattering flower petals everywhere.

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It was about 7:30 and Angela was working at her desk. She and Brian were the only two people left in the office. About 25 people worked for their company, but usually it was only Angela and Brian who were left this late. Angela had a major crush on Brian and did everything she could to grab his attention. It very rarely worked. Brian had a girlfriend and talked about his girlfriend a lot when Angela was in the same room as Brian. She still wanted him.

Angela decided to go for a stretch break. Staring at the computer for so long was hurting her eyes. She decided to take a walk around the building. She walked by Brian’s office making sure he noticed she was still there and he got a good view of her slim body in the tight, short skirt she was wearing. As she was walking by, he called her into his office.

“Angela, I’m glad you’re still here. I’m having a problem with my computer. I can’t print anything, and I keep getting this error message.” Angela walked around the desk so she was standing next to him and bent over to look at what the problem might be.

Brian took a long look at the curve of her ass that was staring him in the face. He so badly wanted to rub his hand over it. He wanted to touch her, caress her, kiss her, make love to her. He wanted to stay loyal to his girlfriend, though. He stood up from his chair and offered it to Angela, she declined and continued to work on the problem with the computer. Brian left the room and got a drink of water and came back. casino siteleri His view as he entered the room was down Angela’s low cut blouse. She had such gorgeous breasts. He guessed about a 36C. He quietly walked around the computer and as he stood behind her he asked if she had fixed the problem yet.

Brian’s voice startled her and she jumped up and back into him. Brian pulled Angela back into him with his hand around her waist. She felt so good against him. So soft. Brian ran his hand over Angela’s stomach and then moved his hand up to her breasts and massaged them. While his hands were massaging her breasts, he nibbled her neck and ear. He wanted her so badly.

Angela couldn’t believe what was happening. She had wanted this for so long and now it was actually happening. She needed him inside her so she reached her hand behind her and started massaging his cock through his pants. He let out a soft moan and turned her around and kissed her. It was a hungry kiss, telling her how much he wanted her, needed her.

He pulled her blouse up her sides and over her head. Breaking the kiss just long enough to get the blouse off. He unclasped her bra and as it slid off her shoulders he bent down to take each breast in his mouth. She let out a soft moan as he sucked and massaged each breast. Angela reached down to unbutton and unzip his jeans and reached her hand in to stroke his cock. After a few minutes of Brian’s attention on her breasts, Angela pushed Brian away and got down slot oyna on her knees in front of him and pulled his pants and boxers off. She took his cock in her hand and licked it up and down and around the head of his shaft. She slowly took him in her mouth causing him to let out a gasp.

Brian loved having Angela sucking him off. She was such a good cocksucker . . . .an expert. He pulled her head further onto him and felt his pole hit the back of her throat. She started playing with his balls and he felt that he was getting ready to cum. “I’m cumming, baby . . . swallow it all, take it allllllllllllllllllllllllll Ahhhhhhhhhhhh . . . ”

He shot the largest load he had in a long time into Angela’s mouth. She took it all, like a pro. “That’s my girl,” he whispered as she licked his cock clean.

Brian lifted Angela up onto the desk and pushed her skirt up to her waist. He was surprised to find she had no panties on. “You little whore . . . ” he said and dug his head into her sweet cunt.

She tasted so good. He licked up and down her slit before concentrating on her clit. As she started bucking her hips Brian inserted two fingers into her hole. She moaned so loud that he was glad nobody was there to hear them. He felt a resistance and realized that Angela was still a virgin. He felt her body bucking against his face and he loved it. All of a sudden her body tensed and Angela started screaming and thrashing. She had a very powerful orgasm.

Brian kissed up her canlı casino siteleri body to her lips. He kissed her hard. While their lips were locked, tongues battling, Brian rubbed his rock hard shaft along Angela’s slit. He stood up and positioned his cock at her entrance. “Are you sure you want to lose your virginity to me?” Brian asked giving Angela a chance to back out.

“Just fuck me! I’ve always wanted you to be my first. Break my cherry, Brian, and I want to feel you fill me up with your cum. FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Brian didn’t need any more encouragement and slowly pushed into Angela. When he had about an inch in her he stopped to let her get used to his size. He was about eight inches, but this was her first time. When he felt her relax a little he pushed a little further. He slowly kept pushing in until he reached her hymen. He pulled almost completely out and then slammed back into her hard. He got his whole 8 inches into her.

Angela felt a sharp pain rip through her body as Brian broke her hymen. She wanted to cry, but didn’t want to cry in front of Brian. She wanted this and she wanted him to continue to fuck her. “FUCK ME!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!” Angela screamed, and Brian picked up the pace.

Before long Brian had Angela cumming in another tremendous orgasm. Brian knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He started pounding hard into Angela and before long he was cumming deep inside her. He fell on top of Angela, exhausted. “You are marvelous,” he whispered and kissed her.

After resting a few minutes, they got up and got dressed. They went back to Brian’s apartment and fucked all night long. He is now dating Angela, and they are expecting their first child.

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Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

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This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions.

First the people tend to be a little more sexual and less hung up on sex that they are in our universe. This does not mean that monogamy is the exception. James and Heather were monogamous for a significant amount of time before they “accidentally” swapped partners.

Second the repercussions of unprotected sex are less severe than our universe. Not to say that STDs and unexpected pregnancies don’t occur, just that they occur less frequently and in the case of STDs, a good shot of antibiotic will put you right again. HIV has yet to be introduced so STDs aren’t a death sentence there.

Lastly, pedophilia and incest (which I will not be writing about) are virtually unknown. Children are to be protected and loved not abused. When they reach the age of consent, they can join in the adult games if they so desire, but there is no pressure on them to do so.

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Tom looked at the coals in the grill and decided they weren’t ready. He lifted his beer and let the cool nectar of the gods slide down his throat to join the rest of the six pack.

Not quite drunk, but definitely buzzed, an errant thought popped into his head. ‘April Fool’s day is coming,’ he thought as he let his mind wander.

Seemingly at random, his memories focused on late March of 2016 and that old dive bar next to the adult bookstore….

“Tim, you gotta do me this solid,” Tom remembered saying.

His identical twin just stared at him with a blank expression until he finally replied, “We haven’t done the old switcheroo since, what’s her name, Betsy.”

Tom cut him off, “It was Becky and she still blew you anyway. No this is serious shit this time. I have to go out of town to a client’s HQ on Friday. He is ready to sign and the CEO called me this morning to say that if I didn’t show I better have a note from the coroner or not to bother coming to work on Monday.”

Tim started to laugh and Tom cut him off again, “You don’t understand. This guy has no sense of humor. He was serious. That is how much this contract means to the company.”

Tom put his head in his hands and said, “An hour ago when I tried to tell this to Jean, she just looked at me and said that if I was not there to take her to the opening of her brother’s play, I should just delete her number from my phone, because my dick was never going to taste her sweet sweet pussy ever again. And she was deadly serious too.”

Tim took a big swig from his beer and then said, “What about an early flight home?”

Tom shook his head. “Tried that,” he said, “Because of time zones, the best I can do is to show up 2 hours late. I might as well not show up.”

They both sucked on their beers in silence, until Tom said quietly, “She is the one, Tim. When she sucks my cock, it is illegal bahis electric. She does things with her tongue you wouldn’t believe. I’ve had other girls deep throat me, but she just slides me all the way down and licks my balls.

“And after I blow my wad, she comes up and kisses me so sexily and whispers, ‘There. Now that we have the quick one out of the way, come fuck my brains out.’ I can’t help but get hard again.

“And she loves anal. About half the time when I’m fucking her I’ll have my thumb up her ass and when she starts to come, she’ll scream, ‘Get that thumb out, I want that big cock of yours up my butt.’

“When was the last time you heard that?”

Tim just stared at his brother, open jawed.

Tom said, “Here, give me your phone. I’ll download some pictures of her for you.”

Tim just surrendered his phone and Tom put them back to back, making sure the movies transferred as well. When the files were transferred, he brought up the picture of Jean in her tiny yellow bikini and set the phone on the bar. “I’ll be back in a few,” he said. “Need to return some filtered beer to the environment.”

Just before he went into the men’s room, Tom looked back to see Tim swiping through the photos. ‘Hooked you,’ he thought with an evil grin.

‘Now to reel him in,’ thought Tom as he exited the bathroom and headed back to his brother.

Tim quickly set his phone face down on the bar as Tom approached. But not before Tom saw that it was playing one of the movies. ‘Bingo,’ Tom thought.

Before Tom could say anything, Tim blurted out, “Ok, I’ll do it, but only if you promise not to be mad if this blows up in your face or my face or whatever.”

“Cool,” said Tom as he slid off the bar stool. “Come out to my car and I’ll get you some of my shampoo, my deodorant and my body wash.”

Tim just looked question marks at his brother.

Tom stopped and responded, “I read about this in a story about twins swapping. Women are way more in tune to their noses. If you don’t smell like me, it will be over before it starts.”

Tim nodded and drank off the last swallow of beer. “Makes sense I guess.”

After picking up the box of toiletries and some of Tom’s clothes, Tim waved goodbye and drove off towards his home.

Tom stopped to text “It’s on,” and whistling tunelessly he climbed into his car and headed home.

On Friday night, Tom’s phone pinged. It was a text from Tim.

“OMG. Whatta babe!!! Reality >>> Pics.”

Tim also sent a surreptitious picture of his date in a skin tight red dress. Tom looked at it and whistled. It looked like it was painted on. And her nipples looked like they were trying to chew their way out of the paint.

Tom grinned broadly and showed the text to his female companion.

She reached down and rubbed the crotch of his jeans and smiled while whispering, “Let’s take this back to your room.”

Tom just nodded because all the blood was now filling his little head.

Saturday afternoon found Tom and Tim back at the dive bar once more. Tim was already there illegal bahis siteleri nursing a beer when Tom walked up and slapped his brother on the shoulder.

“So how was it?” Tom asked as he sat down and waved at the bartender for a beer.

“You were right,” Tim said. “She was fucking awesome and awesome to fuck.”

“So give up the details,” Tom said eagerly.

Tim took a long swig of beer before saying, “You know I don’t fuck and tell.”

“Well at least give me the highlights in case she asks,” Tom said pleading. “I am going to have to fake that it was me.”

“Alright, just the highlights,” Tim agreed.

“I did as you suggested and washed with your soap and stuff. Then headed over and picked Jean up. Those pictures you gave me do not do her justice by any stretch. She is a fucking babe. And that red dress. OMG. I had a stiffy by the time I walked up to her. I’m pretty sure she noticed.

“She gave me a kiss that damn near imploded my head.”

“Yeah. She has that effect on me too,” Tom agreed.

“Anyway, we went to the play. It was pretty good. Her brother was really good and we went back to talk with the cast after the show. Everybody was hitting on Jean and I ended up being kind of possessive and a bit of a jerk.”

Tom nodded and took a big swallow from his beer.

Tim continued, “So after a few minutes I whispered to her that we should leave and go someplace a little more private. She giggled and whispered back, ‘Somewhere to take care of your little problem?’

“I agreed and whispered back, ‘And before those nipples of yours tear through your dress.’

“We headed out to her place and I had just closed the door when she dropped to her knees, pulled my cock out and gave me the best blowjob ever. I blew my wad just after she swallowed the whole thing.

“You were right. After swallowing my jiz, she sttod up and kissed me, then said, ‘You were happy to see me. Now it’s time for you to repay the favor and fuck my brains out.’ With that, she grabbed my cock and pulled me into the bedroom.

“When we reached the bedroom, she had me unzip the dress and when it dropped to the floor, she was totally naked. It only took her moments to get me in the same state.

“She lay down on the bed and pulled my head between her legs and had me eat her. She must have been pretty excited too because it only took a couple of minutes for her to start thrashing and splash my face with her juices as she came. When she was done she pulled me up and licked my face clean.

“One of her hands went down and found that I was hard again. Smiling, she rolled me on my back and mounted my cock. As I slipped inside her it was like fucking a Fleshlight. She was so tight.

“I remembered that you said she likes a finger in her ass when you fuck her. I had to slip her my middle finger because I couldn’t get my thumb into her in that position.

“When I did that, she leaned down and bit my earlobe. She whispered that I was a very dirty boy and that I would get my cock in her ass soon enough. Then she started canlı bahis siteleri humping and grinding on me.”

By this time Tom was squirming in his seat desperate to adjust his erection.

Tim ignored him and continued, “Just before I got to the point of no return, she started shaking and flipped over and put the head of my cock at her backdoor and pushed down until I popped inside. She stopped, and then slowly slid down my cock until her ass cheeks rested on my thighs and my cock was fully engulfed.”

Tim stopped and took a large gulp of his beer before continuing. “Jean stopped and I could feel her breathing for a moment. I just kept still, trying not to come. Then I felt a finger slide into her pussy and she began to rub herself. She started to fuck my cock in and out of her ass and she started moaning and telling me to fuck her dirty ass with my cock.

“I lost it then and started fucking her ass as hard as I could and just as I started to lose it she screamed that she was coming and she wanted me to flood her butt with my come.

“That was all it took and I came like a grenade inside her. We bucked and thrashed and she laid back on me. I kissed her neck and rolled us over. Hours later I woke up, my cock still embedded in her ass. Just thinking about that started getting me hard again. I started to stroke in and out a little, just rubbing my cock inside her.

“Somewhere about then, she started to wake up and began to hump me back. I rolled her onto her stomach and slid my hands underneath her and cupped her breasts. That got her moaning and her nipples started to poke into my fingers.

“By then I was stroking my cock fully in and out. Occasionally I would pull all the way out and then slam myself all the way in. She had one hand down and was rubbing herself. As she started to come, I shoved my cock as deep as I could and dumped another load into her ass.

“We lay there coming down for a while then got up and showered. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but we finally got dressed and I headed over here to meet you.”

Tom slapped his brother on the shoulder again. Laughing, he told Tim, “I have a confession. I didn’t go out of town. This whole thing was a setup. Turn around.”

Puzzled Tim turned and was face to face with Jean and Jean? His mouth moved but nothing came out.

One of the Jeans stepped forward and kissed him on the lips and hugged him close.

After a long time Tim came up for air and whined, “Somebody please tell me what is going on?”

Laughing, the girl in his arms said, “It’s simple. I’m not Jean, I’m Jane. The bitch over there hugging that son of a bitch, who I assume is Tom, is my twin sister Jean. We were set up as an April Fool’s day joke. The joke is on them though; I’m not giving you up. Marry me.”

Tim pulled her close and kissed her. When they broke, he said, “Yes.”

The memory started to fade as Tom started to come back to reality.

“Tom, are the steaks done?” called Tom’s wife.

“Yes, dear,” Tom called back as he snapped fully back to reality.

Shaking his head, Tom walked into the kitchen of the duplex and dropped the steaks on the table. He turned and kissed his wife, Jean as Tim opened the bottle of champagne and poured it into the glasses that his wife, Jane held out. April Fools indeed.

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I was about knee-deep in client contract reviews when my phone buzzed. The clock showed 3pm, I was making good progress and could use a break.

It was a text from Ginger.

“Hey babes, busy?”

“As usual…what’s up?” I replied.

“Ohhh…not much. I just got out of a “meeting”, and I have a surprise for you.” she sent back.

A meeting, in quotes? She had my attention. “What kind of meeting?” I asked back.

I waited a bit, could see that she was replying, but it took a minute. Then her answer popped up.

“Maybe this little exchange with Sarah will give you a clue.” This was followed by a snippet of texts with Sarah:

Sarah: “Slut.”

Ginger: “Excuse me, Ms Sarah???”

Sarah: “Fix your damn blouse.”

Ginger: “OMG! Thanks. Was it obvious?”

Sarah: “Probably just to me. Slut.”

Ginger: “Jealous?”

So…Ginger had been up to something. Sarah, former girlfriend, current best friend of my wife’s and thus privy to Ginger’s escapades, had clearly picked up on it. Picked up on what, though? I felt a stir in my pants as I tapped out a reply.

“JFC, what did you do?” I sent.

She sent back “Don’t you mean who?”

It is times like these that I swear the woman wants me dead, because teasing like this nearly kills me every time.

“You can’t do this to me at 3 o’clock on a Friday baby.” I wrote.

“Too late, already did. I’ll tell you all about it at home. Try not to be late.” was her reply.

I wanted more, but knew better. That would be it until I got home. I put the phone aside and tried to concentrate on the contracts again, shifting uncomfortably until things finally settled down inside my pants.

Despite my haste at the end of the day, she beat me home. My heart tripped in anticipation as I walked in the house. All quiet downstairs, so I headed up to our bedroom and found her propped up on her pillows reading a book. She looked over the book at me, then at the clock.

“Hmmm, you’re home a little early…how come baby?” she asked with a sly smile.

She hadn’t changed from work, her not-too-short skirt rode up about mid-thigh as she lay there, legs bare since the weather was nice, silky blouse clinging just so to her C-cup breasts. Her shoes on the floor next to the bed, open-toed sling backs with 3-inch heels. Sexy, but not over-the-top. She just sat there, watching me take her in, that little smile playing at the corners of her mouth the whole time.

“I see you fixed your blouse.” I started. That drew a laugh.

“Thank God for Sarah.” she replied.

“Sarah clearly knows something that I don’t.”

“Maybe if you come over and sit with me, I’ll tell you.” she teased back.

She slid to the middle of the bed as I approached, sat up with her legs folded off to her side. I slid across to her, slid a hand around the back of her neck, and kissed her hard.

She made the little sounds I love while we kissed. “Mmmm…mmmm…” then pulled back.

“Sorry baby…I didn’t suck his cock.”

She seems to know what I’m thinking, even when I don’t. Or maybe I’m just predictable.

“Maybe I just wanted to kiss you.” I said somewhat defensively.

She laughed softly. “Baby, that was your “Ginger just sucked someone’s cock” kiss. You can’t lie to me.”

Except “can’t” came out “cain’t”, her soft southern drawl peaking out. Still drives me crazy with desire.

“Don’t be disappointed though.” she continued. There just wasn’t time for that. But, you get to be second on my chest if you can get me out of my blouse and bra.”

She leaned back against the headboard as I slid my fingers up along her buttons, stopping at the top one, working it free. I was trying to go slow, not seem too eager, but it was a struggle.

She started her story. “So I’m coming across the lobby from the big conference room, and there’s a delivery guy from the office store at reception, but it’s not Mike. Mike’s the regular guy.”

I was on the third button. “I know Mike. He delivers to us too.”

“Uh huh. So, I’m kinda checking the guy out, thinking “hmmmm.” He looks good in the uniform. And I hear “HELLO, GINGER? Are you on another planet?”

“It’s Shelley at the desk, and I guess she’s calling to me, but I was busy checking this guy out and didn’t hear. So I go over, sort of embarrassed and feeling busted.”

I chuckled, trying to concentrate on the buttons, but struggling even more as I thought about her checking the guy out.

“Slow down baby, you can do it.” she teased, then continued. “The guy is covering for Mike, and she asks me if I can show him the room so she doesn’t have to leave the phones. I grab the key and tell the guy to follow me. As we’re walking, I can feel his eyes on me. I drop the key and stop short, turning around quick, and his eyes are right where my butt was a second ago. He got a little red, but I just smiled, picked up the key, and kept going.”

Finally, I get the last button free. I pushed her blouse back over her shoulders, exposing her black illegal bahis lacy bra, letting my fingers glide over her soft shoulders. I fight the urge to jump on her, get my mouth on her breasts, but I want to hear what happened, so force myself to go slow.

“So I show him in to the room and point back to where we keep the stuff he’s brought, and check him out as he walks past again. He’s pretty nice looking. Now, I was trying to figure out what you and me would do tonight just before I saw him in the lobby, and so I was already a little heated up, and I decide right then I’ll just go for it.”

I let my fingers slide over her collarbone, down the center of her chest, softly, fingertips barely grazing her skin, then resting on her bra clasp, starting to work at it slowly.

“Mmmm…nice baby…nice.” she responded. “I let the door close. It shuts hard and locks on its own, but there are several keys and I know anyone can come up at any time, so I have to be quick. He looked up when the door closed, and I go “Ummmm…how long would it take you to make a special delivery?” I try to strike a little pose, you know, by throwing my hip out to the side.”

I tried to stifle it but failed, and I laughed a little.

She punched me lightly. “Shut up. I know. And you know what? He laughed too. So now I feel stupid, so I turned to leave. Then he speaks up.”

“Hey..wait…you just caught me off guard. Ummm…yea.” he says.

“I turned back around and said “Yea what?” and he says he can do that. I tell him it needs to be quick, and he just nods his head, so I walk toward him. He notices my ring and asks if I’m married, and so I say “Are we doing this, or are we playing 20 questions?” That shut him up.”

I popped her bra free, pushed the cups back, watched her pretty pink nipples bloom in to view. I thought about his mouth on them, felt my cock rage as I thought it. I leaned in and began kissing her neck.

“Mmmm. So I sat myself up on this counter in front of him and started working his pants. He took over, so I slid off my panties, then pulled him right toward me.”

“Jesus Ginger.” I murmured in to her skin as I kissed my way down to her chest.

“I saw he was looking at my chest, so I undid a few buttons for him just as he pushed himself inside.”

I tried but failed to squash a moan before it left my throat. I was losing control, slid one hand down over her stomach, down her legs, began pushing her skirt up as my lips continued toward her breasts. She parted her legs obligingly. I paused, looked up at her. “Did he make you cum baby?”

She smiled. “Is the Pope Catholic?”

The question was becoming something of a joke between us, because the answer was never “no”. I like to hear it though. The thought of her cumming while another guy fucks her is probably my biggest turn on, and I always ask just to hear the answer. My favorite reply is a long, slow “mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmm…” The funny replies are growing on me too, though.

She went on. “I was sitting up so that his shaft would brush my clit every time, since I figured he’d be quick. He didn’t bother unclasping my bra, just pushed it down and started sucking on my nipples.”

That was it for me. I pounced on her left breast, pulling her nipple between my lips as I pushed my hand up her skirt, searching for her panties.

She pressed my head to her breast, moaning lightly. Then she whispered “Bite it…bite it baby…yesssss…harder….”

I did it, of course. I always do what pleases her. This was fairly new, however, and my mind wandered back to a night about a two months back, where it seemed to get its start.

She’d met a new guy on line, from Colorado, and had been chatting with him for a few weeks. He was coming down for work and she’d decided to hook up with him if he would stay over Friday night. He agreed, of course.

While I wouldn’t call them routine, we’ve had enough of these nights where it’s become a bit of a ritual. We drive in to work together. She goes to get her nails done at lunch. I pick her up after work and we go for a couple of drinks and dinner. She doesn’t meet the guys until 9 or 10 o’clock, so we go home and she showers while I set up her outfit on the bed. All black, this time. A miniskirt, opaque black leggings, a black bra, low-cut black blouse that buttoned down the front, and black strappy heels, the kind with the platforms under the front. When she’s out of the shower I help her dress. The whole night drives me crazy with anticipation, and her being a wicked tease the entire time only enhances it.

She told me that the guy was a little quirky, like specifically asking her to wear what she was wearing. She seemed a little more nervous than usual, but said there was nothing to worry about when I asked about it.

I spent the rest of that night trying to distract myself, waiting for her to come home, as usual. There are no rules, she stays out until she’s done, but it’s usually only a couple of hours. After 1:30, I shut off the TV and went up to illegal bahis siteleri the bedroom. I read a while. I remember looking at the clock at 2:15, but must have passed out just afterwards.

A noise woke me some time later. The room was dark, although I thought I’d left the light on. The clock read 3:38. I sat up and saw light beneath the bathroom door. My heart started pumping with anticipation. But was that the shower running? It was. Odd. The water shut off, and a few minutes later the light beneath the door went out and the door opened. I heard her step in to the room, saw the white fabric of a towel outlined in the dark.

“Ginger?”

She gasped. “Holy shit baby! You scared me. I thought you were sleeping.”

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“Uh huh. You were just sleeping when I came in, so…” she let her voice trail off.

This was strange. She’d come home when I’d been asleep before. She always woke me, and usually not very gently. She never showered before coming to bed after her nights out. Cleaning her up after she’d been so dirty was pretty much the point of the whole thing.

She came to the bed, dropped the towel, and slid in next to me. “You ready for me, baby?”

Lust washed over me despite my concerns. Still, I managed to ask “What’s going on, Ginger?”

“It’s nothing baby, don’t worry. I’m just a little tired. So…just…make nice on me tonight, k?”

The way she said it, her soft southern voice asking me to “make nice on her”. I felt like I was in a trance, being pulled to her.

I leaned in and kissed her, a little too hard. She pushed a hand to my chest. “Nice baby,k? Nice…”

I softened it up. She was tense, her muscles tight beneath her skin. I felt them soften as I caressed her though, heard her soft sighs as I kissed her skin gently. She guided my head with her hand, pushing me down her body. I paused at her breasts, licked at one, then sucked on it. She sucked air between her teeth, then said “Easy….easy Thomas.”

Her hand was on my head again, pushing me lower, her legs parting beneath me.

I stopped for a second, looked up at her. She was lying back on the pillow, eyes closed.

“Did he make you cum Ginger?” I asked.

A sharp, short laugh escaped her lips as they curled in to a smile. She picked her head up and looked at me. “Hard and often, baby. Hard. And often.”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. She continued.

“I swear baby…I was dehydrated by the time I left. I must have drank a 1/2 gallon of water when I got home.”

Dehydrated? Hmm. “He made you squirt, Ginger?” I asked.

She was still looking at me. “Uh huh. Every time. Every single time.” Then she dropped her head back on the pillow.

I was torn between lust and concern, but lust won out since she didn’t seem upset. I kissed my way to her smooth, pink slit. She was fresh, clean, there was no trace of him. I pushed my tongue slowly inside her, and tasted only her.

She sighed, let a hand drift lazily to the back of my head.

“He tore right through my leggings to get at me, Thomas. Then he ripped open my blouse and bra in one swipe. I was thinking “Damn, he’s the one who told me what to wear, and now he’s tearing it up.”

I stopped. “Did he hurt you Ginger?”

“No baby…no no no. Don’t think that. Don’t worry, OK? I’m fine.” She coaxed my head back to her slit.

I continued to lick her gently while she talked.

“He had toys. And, I don’t know…stuff I think he must have made. It was very….intense. He started on me with a toy, and then I felt something on my clit, and it just started to drive me crazy. I came the first time, and it seemed it wouldn’t stop. He had my hands over my head, holding them with one hand while he was working on me with the other. When he finally let up on me and I got my wits again, I realized he’d tie-wrapped my wrists to a bed post.

I was having a hard time telling if she was upset or excited while she talked me through it. Any time I’d pause, she’d tell me not to stop, not to worry. But her voice had a tremor in it as she spoke. He had kept her hands bound, and then used a variety of toys on her, both inside and on her clit, bringing her to gushing orgasms over and over. Between making her cum, he’d do things that scared her. He never crossed a line, she said, but he’d gotten right up against several of them, and seemed to get off on her fear that he’d push across one of them.

She’s not in to anal sex, for instance, and had told him so when they chatted online. So he’d bring her off, then when she came down, press the head of a dildo against her ass, on the brink of pushing it in. He’d stare in to her eyes and smile as she told him not to do it. Then he’d stop, and play with her pussy until she came again.

After a bit, she stopped talking, shifted her hips so my tongue was on her clit, and pressed my head down while pushing her hips up. She’d had enough of my tongue teasing. I sucked her clit between my lips, flipping the canlı bahis siteleri tip of my tongue across it as fast as I could. After a while, I was rewarded with the warm flood of her juices. I heard her softly whispering my name above me…”Thomas…oh Thomas…Thomas…yes…”

I was throbbing, dying to be inside her. I began to slide up, but she pressed her thighs together, reached down, and took me in her hand instead.

“This way tonight baby, k?” she asked.

I nodded. I wanted her, but where’s the fun if she doesn’t want it too?

“Did he fuck you, Ginger?” I asked. It came out wrong, sounding jealous, a little petty, when I’d only intended to hear it as another turn on. Or maybe the way it sounded was the way I felt inside, who knows? She either didn’t notice, or didn’t take it the way I thought it had sounded.

“Yea…but not until he’d wrung me out like a wet rag. And when he did it, it was like he just wanted to use me to get himself off. I was coming down from cumming again, wondering where the hell the fluids from the last one had come from, thinking if he made me do it again I’d start to wrinkle up from the loss of water. I was breathing open-mouthed, harsh and raspy. He didn’t seem to notice or care, just got up on his knees and looked at me as he rolled on a condom. It was an ugly look, like he was getting ready to do something he hated to do. Then he was in me, just thrusting at me with his hands planted on either side of me.”

She’d started to stroke my cock as she talked. “I was still wet, but I wanted him done so I could get loose and get out of there. I looked up at him and started coaxing him on. “Come on…fuck it…fuck it harder.” His face started to twist up, and I was thinking that he looked so ugly. Then he pulled out, and all of a sudden he was straddling my chest and pulling the condom off.”

She was working me faster and faster, and even though I could tell she hadn’t much liked what she was telling me about, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I exploded in her hand. She pulled herself close to me, so that my cum spurted up her stomach and toward her chest. She stopped talking, made nice little moans each time I splashed over her skin.

I started to deflate in her hand, so she let go, pressed her hand in to the strips of my thick juice, and rubbed it slowly in to her skin.

She rolled on to her back, her hand making lazy circles on her stomach, spreading it around. I settled on to my back as well, feeling exhaustion settle over me.

“He finished on my face.” She said it plainly, like she might say “Looks like it might rain.”

She’s not a big fan of guys cumming on her face. It’s not a hard rule with her, and there have been times when she’s been all spun up and asked a guy to do it, but it’s definitely not a favorite. I wondered if she’d told him that while chatting with him. My guess was that she had.

I rolled on to my side, touched her cheek. She turned toward me. I said “You sure you’re OK?”

She smiled again. “It’s fine. It was just a weird night. He cut my hands loose right after he finished and just walked to the bathroom. He didn’t say a word. I didn’t wait for him to come out, just wiped off my face on the sheet and got out of there. I didn’t hate it…but it’s not something I want to do again either. I won’t be talking to him anymore.”

We settled in side by side, and I must have dropped off pretty quickly after that. It seemed like only a second when I felt her slide against me, put an arm and a leg over me. But when I cracked my eyes open it was light outside. Her lips were against my neck. She kissed it, then I heard her murmur.

“You awake?”

I reached down and squeezed her thigh in response.

“Sorry about last night baby.” she said.

“No need. So long as you’re OK.” I answered.

I felt her head shake once. “I know how much you look forward to me coming home like that. It wasn’t fair what I did.”

“Gin…it’s OK. I got my happy ending.”

She laughed. “Speaking of…lick me again, Thomas?”

“You think you need to ask?” I said. I started to push myself up, but she pushed me back down.

“Huh uh.” was all she said before getting up on her knees and straddling me. She knee-walked up over my chest, lifted her hips, and moved forward so her smooth lips were over my face.

I breathed in her scent and moaned. She cut it off mid-moan, lowering herself on to my mouth, pressing down hard. She put a hand on my head, pulling me up while she pressed down.

I could hear her above me as she started to thrust her hips back and forth. “Uh…uh…uh…uh..uh…”

I did my best to hold my tongue on her clit, but she was doing most of the work, effectively fucking my tongue. It didn’t take her long. I felt her thighs tighten on the sides of my head. I had to sneak breaths through my nose when she’d thrust back, but was getting only little sips of air before her mound pressed back to my nose. She quivered, and her juices flowed easily in to my mouth. I licked greedily.

She slowed down, and I felt her looking down at me. She picked her hips up slightly. I licked at her soft pink slit.

“Again baby…k?” she said.

I lifted my head, clamped my lips over her, pushed my tongue inside.

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