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This is my first go at writing an erotic story. I hope you enjoy reading it and would appreciate any advice you can offer on my style of writing. I plan to write at least one more part, but possibly another if the story leads that way!

I thought it might be interesting to write from the perspective of both characters but whether I will do that in part 2, I am not sure! Let me know what you think!

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Rob’s Story

She had always been quite simply, the girl next door. Just there, just a kid, just irrelevant. Always the tomboy with a ball in her hands. Quite an irritant really. But that was until that kid became a woman.

I hardly noticed she was there over the last few years since we had moved into Half Acre, the house I built next door to her family. Occasionally she would appear at our door to ask for the return of her ball or anything else she had fired into our garden. And, as we couldn’t have kids of our own, Chloe, my wife, was always happy to offer to babysit Danielle and her elder sister, Ellie, during their younger years. Now they were older we rarely saw them. Occasionally I would see them in their garden, going out in the car with their parents or perhaps walking the dog. But one fateful afternoon she turned up at my door.

I had just returned from a meeting in town and was keen to do some follow up work in my study. Suddenly a loud knocking shattered my concentration. Who the hell could that be? I stormed to the front door, ready to tell some cold caller or whoever to piss off!

“Yes?” I bellowed. “Oh, Dani it’s you.” she handed me a large parcel.

“Sorry to disturb you Rob, er Mr Wright, but mum asked me to bring this round for Chloe.”

Shocked and almost speechless I couldn’t believe the change in her. She had grown into a stunning young woman. She was tall and slim, a beautiful face with amazing blue eyes and long shining blonde hair, but most of all, her tits! OMG those tits, they were huge. I had to drag my eyes from them and keep them focused on her face.

“Sorry Dani, I hardly recognised you,” I stuttered “you’ve grown so much.” Shit!

Not what I meant to say. “I mean you look so grown up now,” I added. “Look, Chloe is still at work at the moment, but do you want to come in for a drink – tea or something?” She hesitated at first but then said she would, but just a quick one.

As I led her into the kitchen, it occurred to me that maybe this was not the best of ideas. The atmosphere was highly charged with sexual tension between us; clearly we both felt mutual attraction and I tried hard to focus on something other than those amazing tits, but how? She had sat herself at the breakfast bar and they were right in front of me again. Her nipples poked hard and erect through the tight fabric of the top she was wearing. How had this young woman been given such huge breasts? They must have been at least a DD++! She certainly hadn’t inherited them from her mother. Before I could stop myself I started, “How large are … I mean, how old are you now?” I stumbled. For God’s sake, get a grip! I was behaving like a randy young teenager!

She told me she had now turned eighteen and would hopefully be leaving for uni later in the year. We talked for about an hour, only interrupted once when I had to excuse myself for five minutes to sort the ever growing bulge in my jeans which I hoped she hadn’t noticed. I didn’t want her to think I was some old creep living next door. After all, I was nearly fifty now and probably considered pretty old by someone of her age.

I was almost thankful when the front door opened. Chloe had at last come to my rescue. We all chatted a little longer until Dani said she should go. Feeling a little disappointed in some respects, but relieved in others, I walked her to the door to show her out. Then it happened. She turned to say goodbye and suddenly placed her sensual soft lips on mine for what seemed ages; my heart was pounding, I was both shocked and excited. I really wanted to be able to push my tongue in her mouth, pin her to the wall and take hold of those huge soft tits with my hands, to squeeze and caress them. Instead I gently pushed her away and calmly said goodbye, closing the door behind me. Breathless, I stood still to recover for a while, heat rising from my very stiff cock.

Suddenly Chloe appeared. “You ok?” She asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, why?” I answered, maybe a little too defensively.

“You just look kinda hot and bothered. Not surprising though. She’s gorgeous now isn’t she? But did you notice the size of those boobs and that rather inappropriate top she was wearing? I’m surprised Helen let’s her go out like that!”

“Can’t say I noticed.” I lied.

After that little episode I tried to keep a low profile. I secretly watched from a distance. I would catch the odd glimpse from my window, her perfect face with those generous lips. Her stunning long golden hair swinging behind her. Her gorgeous shapely ass and long legs and of course those beautiful tits that bounced eskişehir escort as she walked. Eventually though, it all came to an end. She had gone; finally packed off to Scotland for 3 years at University. Life seemed tedious without her around but at least I was now able to concentrate on my designs. I was trying to draw visuals of a very high tech house, but the project hadn’t been progressing too well with so much distraction. And perhaps it was for the best in other ways. I knew Helen and Greg, and certainly Chloe would never speak to me again if I went near her.

Over the following year, Chloe would give me all the gossip about Dani and Ellie. I pretended to take no interest, but I was desperate for any news of her. Was she enjoying uni life? Did she have a boyfriend? I felt jealous at the thought of some spotty teenager fucking her, kissing those lips, sucking those nipples. I tried, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Then the invitation arrived.

“Ellie turns 21! Please celebrate with us on Saturday 28th July at Landon House, 7.30pm until early hours! RSVP Helen & Greg.”

“We won’t be able to go.” I told Chloe.

“Why not?” She asked, “we’re not away. They always throw great parties and after all, it is Ellie’s 21st. I can’t believe she’s that age already. We have to go.”

My senses told me that seeing her up close again could lead to something more between us and potential trouble for the future. I tried arguing with her but she was having none of it, so it seemed I would just have to prepare myself to see Dani, who I hadn’t spoken to in well over a year.

“I’m really looking forward to this evening.” She said. Chloe looked lovely in a silver grey satin dress. She still had a good figure for a woman of her age. Not voluptuous like Dani, but still slim and elegant with firm small breasts. “Let’s open a bottle of champagne before we go.”

I agreed as I was in need of a drink; dutch courage! By the time we left the house, hand in hand, we had consumed the bottle between us and were both pretty merry!

“Happy Birthday and many congratulations!” I wished Ellie when she greeted us at the door.

“I’m really pleased you could both come.” She said. “Go through, everyone’s in the garden. We’re so lucky it’s such a warm evening.”

Chloe held firmly to my arm, as if she wanted to make it clear I belonged to her. Did she sense what the evening could have in store? I grabbed us both another glass of champagne on our way out into the garden. As we stopped by the buffet area, I did a quick scan, but I couldn’t see Dani. I knew I shouldn’t have been so keen to find her, but I couldn’t help myself. I was desperate to see how much she had changed and whether she was with someone.

I began to wish Chloe would just go and find someone else to cling on to, when Dani’s mum, Helen, appeared. We all talked for a while. I complimented her on her outfit and said how amazing Ellie looked. I really wanted to ask her where Dani was but managed to contain my curiosity.

“Well I had better be going, I’ve got to check they’re ready with Ellie’s cake. Oh you must come and see it Chloe, it’s so gorgeous. A pink Chanel handbag!” At last I was rid of Chloe who was eager to see the ‘gorgeous’ cake.

It was then that I spotted her. Standing by the pool surrounded by her friends, male and female. She looked stunning in a kind of 60’s inspired outfit. A black sleeveless top which clung to her now ridiculously huge tits. A tempting gold zipper ran all the way down the front. Teamed with an overtly sexy, tight shiny red leather skirt stretched over her gorgeous ass. For some strange reason on this balmy summer’s evening she was wearing black seamed tights and a stunning pair of black patent pointed stilettos with red soles. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Then she spotted me. It was like an electric shock when her blue eyes met mine. I immediately felt my cock stiffen. I wanted her. She gave me a knowing smile but then simply turned away, taking the hand of some gorgeous guy who led her to the dance floor. Jealousy raged inside me as I watched them dance slowly together. His hands rubbing her shiny leather clad ass and his lips seeking hers. If I had remained I would have seen her push him off her and walk away from him. But I had headed straight for the bar. I needed to get drunk.

“Maybe you’ve had enough?” the bar tender said. But I didn’t agree, I needed another. I took another huge glass of brandy and headed down the long garden towards the fields and woods beyond. I was being ridiculous I knew, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind; my imagination working overtime. They were probably in her bedroom by now, him sucking on those beautiful tits, tearing off that skirt, eating her pussy; all followed by a long leisurely fuck. I hit the tree I was leaning against and smashed the glass I was holding. “Fuck!” I shouted.

“What’s wrong Rob?” Dani looked shocked. Almost as much as I was to see her standing next to me.

“It’s gaziantep escort nothing, don’t worry, er just me and Chloe.” I lied.

“Why didn’t you come and say hello?” she asked.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you and your friends, and let’s face it, you looked pretty cosy on the dance floor with that boyfriend of yours.” I said sarcastically, clearly pissed off.

“Jamie is most certainly no boyfriend of mine. He was trying it on and I told him to get lost. You would have seen for yourself if you’d hung around longer. In fact,” she said angrily, “I had hoped you would get rid of him for me, but instead you left for your solo piss up at the bar!” She turned to leave but I grabbed her arm.

“I’m sorry,” I said ” it’s just I can’t stand to see you with someone else – I know it’s wrong but I want you so much.”

Her eyes melted into mine and I felt the heat rising from my groin. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pushed her back against the tree and roughly put my lips to hers. She opened her mouth to let my tongue in and we hungrily kissed each other – tongues sliding together, sucking, biting. I pulled my mouth from hers then hastily took the zipper in my hand and wrenched it down the front of her top, pushing it aside to reveal a fine layer of black silk just about covering her huge tits. Her very erect nipples poked through – I couldn’t stop myself I had fantasised about them for so long. I took them one at a time in my mouth. Sucking and chewing until the silk was soaking wet. She unclipped her bra at the front so that her magnificent tits burst out. The most beautiful mounds of creamy white flesh, tipped with the most exquisite rosy pink areolas and the thickest nipples I had ever seen. Now just too much for me, my cock threatened to explode. I latched on to one nipple at a time, sucking, chewing, kissing . I had gone to heaven. Her tits moved up and down with her rapid breathing and we both groaned in ecstasy. My hands started to rub the smooth soft leather skirt, pinching her arse, making my way round to the front to squeeze and rub her pussy through the slippery material. It felt so erotic I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I had to have her now. I drew my lips away from her nipples and bent my head down to her pussy, ready to lift her skirt. Slowly I peeled up the shiny soft leather; its squeaky sound turning me on even further – and then I saw stocking tops and garter belt. Complete overload! Just too much for a horny guy to cope with. I could feel the pre-cum oozing. I immediately parted the tiny strip of silk covering her pussy. She was wet, dripping in fact. I inserted one finger, then another. She groaned as I inserted the third. Pushing them in and out I told her I needed her now. In response she parted her legs further.

“You are on the pill aren’t you?” I asked, realising I was carrying nothing on me. The last thing I wanted was to make her pregnant. She assured me she was, so I began to unfasten my zipper. My cock sprang out. “God I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too!” She continued. “I’ve dreamed of this day. Since that time at your house it was only ever you I wanted; I want you to take my virginity. It seems a long time I’ve been saving myself just for you”

OMG! Complete and utter shock. Nothing else could describe what I felt. I stopped abruptly. “You mean you haven’t had sex before – you’re still a virgin?”. She made it clear again she was and that she wanted me to be her first. To take her, to teach her; to make love to her for the very first time. She wasn’t sure if she was in love or in lust with me. I felt overcome with the responsibility I now felt towards her. This couldn’t be a simple fuck against a tree. This had to be beautiful. Something she would always remember.

I zipped up my trousers and pulled down her skirt. “You need to dress. We can’t make love here, we need to find somewhere private. Your first time needs to be special and are you really certain you want to do this with me?” I asked. But she was adamant. She didn’t want it to be with some cock sure jock at uni. She fastened her bra and closed her top and told me she had an idea.

“Follow me.” she said.

She took my hand and led me through a gate at the end of her garden, leading to the full moonlit fields and spinney beyond. There we came across a summer house. She explained they used to sleep in it as kids. She lifted a large rock and underneath there was a silver key. She unlocked the door and led me in. It was perfect. So cute inside, homely. There was a kind of mezzanine floor with a bed. She took a candle and some sheets from a drawer and the two of us made up the bed together. “Now,” she said “I’m more than ready for you.”

She stood in front of me and placed her lips on mine. I gently stroked her beautiful face then wrapped my arms around her. We both kissed deeply and passionately, more love than lust this time I think. I slowly moved my lips down her throat towards her breasts. Taking the zipper in my hand giresun escort once again and fully opening the whole length. I discarded her top then unfastened the clip at the front of her silk bra, releasing her stunning breasts. My eyes immediately drawn to her fabulously large nipples. I bent my head to them and gently suckled for what seemed hours. I could have remained attached to them all night. Eventually I told her to turn around so that I could unzip her skirt. Normally I would have enjoyed fucking her in leather, but tonight was different. I wanted her naked. Virginal. Hopefully I would get to fuck her in that skirt in the future.

I unzipped the shiny skirt from top to bottom and threw it on to the floor. I drew in breath at the sight of her stood in her seamed stockings, garter belt, thong and heels. “Turn back to me.” I instructed. Her black thong fastened at both sides which I carefully unclipped, pulling it away from her beautiful cunt. Just a small triangle of blonde hair remained – proving she was a natural. I bent down and pushed her legs open, inserting my tongue into her cleft. I licked and kissed her opening, gently making my way to her clitoris. I heard her groan with ecstasy. “Step out of your shoes.” I said, then slowly unfastened her suspenders, kissing and licking as I peeled down each stocking one at a time. Finally I removed her garter belt. I laid her on the bed. Completely naked, voluptuous, beautiful – my golden haired virgin.

I stood a while to take her in. From her amazing tits to the small triangle of golden hair. I just couldn’t understand why this stunning young creature had chosen me, an older man. Love can strike in so many different ways I guess. I slowly stripped off my clothes. My prick looked hard and large and I saw her looking. It was time now. I lay down next to her and gently kissed her. I could sense she was nervous. “I’ll take care of you.” I said. My lips headed towards her nipples – gently sucking and stroking. Gradually working my way down to her cunt. “Open your legs wide.” I gently instructed. I parted her beautiful pink glistening lips and kissed, licked and sucked, pushing in my fingers at the same time. She was incredibly wet and soft. Ready to be taken. I mounted her and straddled my legs over hers. She watched me intently, our eyes locked as I started to enter her. Slowly and carefully I pushed in; little by little. I felt her body tighten as I pushed further then she groaned as I pushed all the way. I was fully inside her.

“Are you ok?” I asked tenderly. She said she was good so I started to move my cock in and out. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but maybe it was better that way for her first time. I lay on top of her. We cuddled each other and kissed passionately, as if we never wanted to let go. She groaned as the rhythm of my movements grew faster and harder. “You’re so beautiful.” I whispered as I exploded inside her.

We lay together in silence for a while. Wrapped in each other’s arms, softly kissing and stroking. “That was so amazing, so special,” I said. “I was your first, but you were my first too. I have never made love to a virgin before.” I continued.

“Oh God I love you.” She said. Did she really or was it simply how a young woman would imagine love would feel? What did I feel for her? I knew my feelings were strong. A strong sense of jealousy and protectiveness towards her and my absolute lust for her. This could be love.

I told her we should get cleaned up and return to the party. She told me where to find bottles of water and soft cloths. I quickly cleaned the length of my cock then climbed the stairs with water and cloths in hand. “Open your legs.” I instructed. I started to wipe her damp cleft but felt my erection rising again. Before I could stop myself I had disposed of the cloth and was now parting her beautiful moist pink lips with both hands. Holding them wide open I inserted my tongue. In and out, in and out. Kissing, licking, sucking her lips. She groaned as I worked on her pussy, eventually making my way to her clit. Gently licking, kissing, sucking. Her body writhed and arched as I increased the pressure. She was not far off now. More intense sucking and licking until her body jerked and spasmed as she climaxed against my tongue and lips. I continued to gently taste her until she relaxed.

She instructed me to lay next to her. She wanted me in her mouth. She took my hard cock in her lips. Gently licking and chewing the crown. Then stroking up and down with her hand, using her saliva as lubrication. Up and down with her hand, in and out of her mouth, her huge beautiful soft tits rubbing against my thighs. Within minutes I exploded into her mouth. She licked my cum from around her lips and gently swallowed it. She told me I tasted good. She wanted to clean me now. She took my cock in her mouth again, licking and sucking off all my remaining cum. This girl was incredible.

Suddenly a loud noise at the door. “Dani are you there?” Her sister’s voice. Banging on the door. Shaking the handle. Thank God the door was locked. Dani blew out the candle. The voices grew distant. Gone, quiet now. We hurriedly cleaned up and dressed, surprisingly not appearing too disheveled. We locked the door and replaced the key then both grabbed each other and kissed deeply one more time. I saw the tears forming in her eyes.

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No explicit sex here, just a little development of the storyline.

3

“Bloody Nora, if ‘just being me’ gets me fucked like that I must try it more often” Claudet says after an hour of some of the best sex since she had got together with Peter. “What brought that on?”

“Oh, I was sitting in the garden thinking about you swimming and remembering some of the stuff from our early days together.” Peter replied, hoping that this last bit covered the lie about sitting in the garden.

He knew that, at some point, he was going to have to tell Claudet that he had been peeking into the diary, although he was wondering if she actually knew that already. It seemed just a little too coincidental that her diary had been left on her desk, and open to boot.

“I’ve been thinking” he said, “about that little outhouse down in the corner, we never use it, and it’s full of rubbish. I thought that I might turn it into a sort of studio.”

“Good idea.” Claudet replies, “What sort of studio?”.

“Well, I’ve been getting a little bored for some time now, this not working lark is not all it’s cracked up to be, and I need something to do. I have been thinking about it for a while now, wondering what I could do for a hobby/part time business.”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, I have always been interested in photography, but have not had a camera for several years now, I thought that I might rediscover just how good, or bad, I am.”

“Excellent idea, I’m impressed. If you turn out some good work who knows there could even be a collaborative project in there somewhere.”

Peter did not reply to this, but it gave him some food for thought, elazığ escort and gave him the incentive to start making a mental list of what needed doing to the outhouse once it had been cleared out and redecorated, installation of electricity, heating, lighting, desks, computer, software, printer etc. etc.

“You’ve gone all quiet” Claudet prompted.

“Thinking about what needs doing” Peter says, “The first thing I need to do is get hold of a small basic camera to record the project from beginning to end. I think I can do most of what needs doing myself and will probably only need the services of an electrician.”

“Go for it tiger, if and when you need help I have a list of reliable tradesmen that can be called on for things you might not feel up to doing yourself.”

“In that case, do you know a photographer that I could go and have a chat with? I know nothing about digital cameras and will need some advice.”

“Well, he’s not a photographer as such, but if you go and have a chat with Jimmy Pearce I’m sure that he can tell you everything you need to know to get started. He’s been into photography since he was a kid, and there’s not much he doesn’t know.”

“Seems like I have a plan then, no more daytime fucking for the next month or so then.” Peter said with a hint of mischievousness.

Claudet didn’t reply, but he knew that she would not allow that state to continue for long, she always got horny after a good writing session. Good point, he thought, there will have to be a chaise longue or something similar down there for those occasions, but she didn’t need to know that right erzincan escort now.

“So where do I find Jimmy then sweetest.”

“I’ll take your down there in the morning, he can be a bit unfriendly, but if I introduce you he’ll be ok, and once you ask him about cameras you’ll have a friend for life. Now, that glorious fuck has given me a couple of ideas, I need to go and get them down before I forget them.”

Hmm, there’s sex in there somewhere then, Peter thought as he walked down the garden to the outhouse.

He lifted the latch to open the door and the door fell in, new door then thought Peter making mental notes as he went. Then he took another look, the old door was quite sound, it was just the hinges that had let it down, recycle it he thought. He pushed his way through the now defunct door and took a look around inspecting the building with a somewhat untrained eye. The roof seemed sound enough to him, and there was no obvious evidence of any leaks. The walls were stone and quite thick, heavily plastered inside, mental note, that will have to go and get back to the stone. He looked around at all of the piles of stuff scattered around, most of it was rotting away sedately, and looked as if it had been here for centuries, well, a century anyway. He’d have to ask Claudet if any of this was hers later.

As he was looking he spotted an old chair, testing it he thought it might take his weight and gently sat on it to think about this project. It was solid and didn’t collapse. Taking another look, he suspected that many skips would be needed to clear this lot out, thinking that, luckily the other erzurum escort side of the garden backed onto the upper road and that skips could easily be delivered there. Over in the far corner he spotted a wheelbarrow, at least that was one problem solved.

He got a fright as an arm slid round his shoulder, he was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear Claudet arrive.

“You’ve been down here for ages.”

“Just thinking things through. Is any of all of this yours?”

“No, not a bit of it. Actually, this is the first time that I’ve ever been in here, and I’ve lived here for coming up to eight years now.”

“So, you don’t even know what’s in here then?”

“Nope. You know all that scrub land on the other side of the upper road, well that was a market garden run by the people I bought this from, only by then it had long since ceased to be. As far as I know their son still owns the land but does nothing with it. I guess that all this goes back to then.”

“Hmm, might be worth making him an offer for it sometime.”

“Not sure my finances would be up to that.”

“Ours would. Now let’s go down to the Ship and get a beer or two.”

Claudet knew that this was the end of the conversation, and knew better than to press the subject. Peter had an idea and would share it only when he was good and ready to do so.

Peter knew that the piece of land that Claudet had mentioned could prove to be quite valuable and thought that it really should be reunited with the original property. Beyond that he didn’t have much thought as to what could be done with it as the current project of the studio was uppermost in his mind. He was going to have to get his lawyer to look into that land and see what was possible, and if the current owner might be amenable to selling, all very secretively of course. The late afternoon and early evening passed very amicably with beer, some of the pub grub on offer and good conversation.

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Cutie is driving along. She’s already out of her depth. For starters, she’s Australian so she’s driving on the wrong side of the road. And, though these parts are not terribly mountainous yet, she is struggling to round the curves of the road in the snow. Even her long slim legs and expert gear shifting aren’t helping in these conditions.

Things get worse far too quickly. She hears that all too familiar popping sound as the tyre blows. She’s rugged enough that she can handle the vehicle to the side of the road without crashing but she knows what this means. An Australian girl broken down on the side of the road, in the middle of, well, nowhere, in Colorado.

She gets out of the car. It’s raining now. Great. Her hair is tucked up into her beanie which she pulls down over her ears. She can see a house about twenty metres away with its lights on. Thank God, someone is still awake and not far away. She doesn’t bother trying to get her jacket out of her suitcase in the back. Decides to make a run for it. Stupid really. She gets saturated even though it takes her hardly any time to make it onto the porch of the little house. Looks cosy, she thinks.

*

Chris is feeling on edge. He’s supposed to be working on his article for the local paper, he even asked to be left alone to do it. His girlfriend has gone out with her friends and seems to be making it a late one. He has everything he needs, a glass of wine and a trusty typewriter. Well, it’s a laptop with a picture on the desktop of a typewriter. Blank page and all. Just like his article, he thinks. He starts to finger the keyboard slowly key by key. q-w-e-r-t-y- when he is interrupted by a knock at the door.

He is surprised the see the tall slim girl in front of him. He’s taken aback by her sodden presence. She’s drenched from head to toe it seems. And those eyes…almond shaped pools of green that just sparkle. She catches her breath. ‘G’day,’ she says. She’s Australian, he thinks. Feels like he knows her in that instant. There is warmth there.

He realises he must be staring at her when he computes that she’s been talking about a broken down car and tyres and not having a map and not knowing anyone and using the phone and it’s when she says “And blah blah blah, are you ok?” that he snaps out of the mesmerised state and offers quite naturally for her to come on in out of the rain.

*

She likes him straight away. Tall, dark and handsome. Still holding his wine glass. Kind of quirky the way he paused before letting her in. She offers him a wide smile of appreciation. He’s cute. Deep brown eyes. Hair longer than most guys, just long enough to run your hands through, she thinks. She apologises for getting his floor all wet but he is so soft and kindly guides her into the living room where he appeared to be working in front of the fire. She is drawn into the warmth immediately.

“I’m Chris,” says Chris.

His name crackles just like the fire behind her. Hard K. Soft S.

She says it out loud. “Chr-is.” She feels her pussy get wet just saying his name.

She slides her all-Australian ugg boots off and wriggles her toes in the soft fur rug on the floor. Chris catches a glimpse of her slender calves. He wants to see more.

He offers to get her some dry clothes çorum escort and suggests they work out who to call and what to do once she dries off. She takes off her beanie, spilling her long shiraz coloured hair all around her shoulders. Pouring over her like a glass of red wine. He takes a sip of his wine but he wants to be drinking her hair.

He offers to make her a warm drink. Hot chocolate.

“With marshmallows?” she asks. Chris likes the way her accent dances on the ‘a’s. So cute.

“Yes with marshmallows,” he replies.

Finally a smile, she thinks. It’s warm and broad, just like his frame. She just wants to be swept up into his arms to drown in his eyes.

“I’m Cutie,” she says.

She sure is, Chris thinks.

She takes off her soaked jeans. Her jumper – Aussie for sweater — is tight across her big tits and long enough to cover her panties but offers no coverage for her long slim legs. Chris likes what he sees, spying from the kitchen as he fumbles making her drink. Cutie knows he’s watching her, wanting her. She’s wanting him too.

She slips her jumper over her head. He is captivated again by the silhouette revealed against the flames of the fireplace. Broad shoulders, slim waist, curvy hips. She’s the perfect hourglass shape. Her skin is glowing. She looks so soft, he thinks. His cock is hard. As she turns he glimpses the shape of her breasts. They’re just as he thought they’d be. Big, Round. Supple. That’s it, supple, he thinks and smiles.

She’s standing there in her black bra and panties running her hands down her sides to keep warm. He can’t believe his luck. His cock is throbbing at the sight of her, the wish to be with her. There’s an ache as he thinks his girlfriend might walk in at any second. Why me, he wonders.

He takes the drink to Cutie, covering his front with a towel. “Thanks Chris,” Cutie says taking the drink. And the towel. Chris coughs a little embarrassed to reveal how big his cock must look through his pants.

He offers to get her some clothes too but she says she’s comfortable and asks whether he’d be more comfortable taking his clothes of to join her.

“I can throw a bucket of water on you first if you like, to give you good reason,” Cutie jokes.

Chris doesn’t need a reason.

Cutie puts down her drink. She takes his shirt, half unbuttoned anyway, and slips it easily over his head. She runs her hands down the sides of his arms. He loves her touch. Chris slides his hand into the curve of her back and pulls her close. Her heart shaped lips part and he kisses her. Softly, feeling each others lips connect and the soft breath on skin. Cutie is so hungry for him. Her pussy aches for that hard cock that she can feel pressing against her. She slips her hand around the top of his pants and underwear and slides them down and off.

He’s obviously of European extraction, she thinks, as his skin glows in the ambient firelight. Cutie is in awe of his big cock. She kisses him deeply, searching his mouth with her tongue. She moans for him.

“Oh Chris.”

Chris wants her so badly. He unclips her bra and slips it off cleanly. Cutie’s breasts seem to spill out, these billowy, pillowy, fleshy curves of perfection. Raspberry nipples, soft, denizli escort supple breasts give as he squeezes them. He puts her tit in his mouth and she moans as she feels the pressure of his tongue, her pussy juices responding to his touch. She loves the way he runs his hands down her sides. They rest on the top of her panties and then swiftly he manoeuvres them down her long legs and whisks her panties off. Chris takes her hand and guides her down to the rug in front of the fireplace. He gently lays her back and parts her legs. Cutie sucks in a deep breath in anticipation.

Chris runs his tongue over her clit, circling it. Cutie’s clit is so super sensitive she can feel the sensation as his tongue presses against the skin around it. She knows he’s going to be able to make her cum. Chris licks her swollen pussy lips. Cutie is aching for him and juice is dripping out.

“Mmmmmm,” moans Chris. Her pussy juice tastes just like apples. Cutie knows he’s enjoying this and that makes her feel so much hotter. Chris reaches up and runs his hand over her breast, makes her hornier still and himself even harder.

He slips his tongue inside her wet pussy. She can feel the sensation of his tongue just inside, teasing and taunting, it’s enough to drive her wild. Chris’ fingers caress her clit and the skin all around and the nerve endings scream with ecstasy. He moves a little faster inside and out. Cutie shifts her legs and moves her hips. She gives herself over to him, to the pleasure.

“Chris. Oh Chris. I’m going to cum.”

Cutie’s legs go weak as the pulsing sensation sends shivers hot and cold all over her body. His tongue slowly licks all over her pussy lips, enhancing the feelings. She has had an orgasm but that just makes her want him more. Chris is so hard now, feels like such a man making her cum like that. She’s so appreciative, he thinks.

Cutie takes his shaft in her soft hands. She wants that cock all over her body. First, she rubs his cock on her tits, they are on fire. Then over her neck and up to her lips. Her lips part and she takes in the head of his cock. Chris thinks it’s so warm and soft in there. She wants him to fuck her mouth.

Cutie slides her tongue down and around his shaft, licking under his balls and right under the fleshy part near his anus. She loves everything about his cock, from its base to its tip and shows it by licking it all the way back up again. She slides the head in again, lashing at the shaft with her tongue. His cock hits her palette, a sensitive place and she repeats fucking his cock with her mouth over and over.

It’s so frustrating for Chris, his cock hitting her palette, driving him over the edge wanting to be in deeper. Cutie takes his cock in further. Right into her throat. Breathlessly, she sucks and lashes and slides him back out again. All the way in and then all the way out. Over and over. She is worshipping his cock with her mouth. She looks up unto his deep brown eyes and feels the passion as the stares deeply into hers. He gently places his hand on the back of her head for some resistance as Cuties sucks his cock faster and faster and deeper and deeper, taking him all the way into her hot mouth.

Cutie’s pussy is aching so much now. She loves Chris düzce escort in her mouth but she wants him in her pussy too. So much juice is coming out of her pussy now. Chris has precum leaking out of his cock. He wants to cum in her mouth but he wants to be fucking that awesome pussy too.

Cutie sucks long and hard and slips him out of her mouth, pushing him backwards at the same time. She straddles him with her long slender legs, lifting up and onto his big cock. She wants his cock like nothing else. The head of his big penis parts her swollen pussy lips. The tightness gives and he enters the moist paradise. Cutie tightens the grip on his body using her inner thigh muscles. All that training for trekking in the mountains has not gone to waste, she thinks.

She moves her hips to take him into her. Feeling his whole penis inside. As it slides against her inner walls, all new sensations are felt.

Chris looks up at his curvaceous goddess. Big tits, long hair, slim waist, flat stomach. He rests his hands on her hips, towards the back. He wants to brace his queen when she starts riding him.

She looks down at Chris. His muscular build, not a gym-junkie thank god, just a natural, manly physique that makes a girl feel safe. Kind of like Clark Kent and Superman rolled into one. She circles her hips and takes him deeper into her again. Grinding down on him. If she moves a certain way, his cock hits her special spot deep inside. She likes his hands holding her hips and ass.

They fuck. Deep, passionate, man and woman lovin’. Cutie bounces on Chris’ cock, her tits bounce too, her hair swings. Bounces and flounces, moans and groans. This is where god lives, Cutie thinks, right in these moments. She fucks him harder. All her juices are spilling over Chris’ cock. He is lifting his hips to take the force of hers with each slam, bam, thank you ma’m fucking motion. It’s glorious. He throbs harder as she moans. Even harder when she starts to scream. He’s hit her special spot deep inside and made her cum. A long, deep orgasm that electrifies Cutie’s body and keeps her fucking him harder.

Cutie grips his inner upper arm muscles pushing against them. Harder and faster. Wet and soft. Hard and throbbing. Chris moans as he starts to cum too. Cutie pushes even harder, gripping with her pulsing cunt so that she can feel every throb of cum spill into her.

“Oh Chris,” she sighs.

“Oh Cutie. You’re hot,” Chris moans.

Cutie takes his cock out and feels the last throbs against the outside of her pussy. She leans forward and lets her long shiraz hair spill over him, resting her tits on his chest. He softly strokes her back. Two sexy people giving generously to each other sexually. They bathe in the glow of the fire. Lust can feel like love sometimes too.

*

They sip hot chocolates, laugh at each others accents, talk about their hopes and dreams for life, as you do. Chris has called the right people to fix Cutie’s car in the rain and her clothes are all dry. Cutie knows it’s time to go. She hasn’t even reached the mountain’s climax yet, well, in a way.

She gives Chris a long, deep kiss goodbye and, beanie in place, heads out into the cold again, a thirst for more adventure.

Chris is feeling less edgy now. He can get back to that article with a bit more zeal. Yeah right, as if writing about the local dairy industry compares with what he just did, he jokes. The page stares back at him. q-w-e-r-t-y is all that’s there. His fingers roll over the letters c-u-t-i-e. He smiles as his girlfriend walks in the door.

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Chapter 1

It started out as a long, hot day of sitting. Waiting on some hopeless individual who’s washer or dryer or some other wore out old appliance had quit working. Waiting for them to come by and purchase one of these second hand (also wore out) appliances that I sell. So here I sit. Waiting, dozing. To keep me from dozing, I read a few chapters of a crime thriller by James Patterson, an Alex Cross book, Jack and Jill is the name. Great book so far.

As I sit here though, my mind drifts. It goes to a place that I love to be, more than just about anything. My beautiful Babygirls arms. I can’t describe the feeling I get when I’m in her arms. But partly its a feeling of safety, comfort and relaxation. Its like the world just disappears.

As my mind drifts further, I begin to daydream, fantasize I guess you could say. I begin to see her and I, sitting on the couch doing what we love, watching food network. Whether it be Chopped or Triple D. She sits there quietly between my legs, slightly on here side, with her head resting gently on my chest. Her hand laying there also, playfully twirling my chest hair with her fingers under my shirt. As she continues what she’s doing I ever so gently push her hair behind her ear so that I can see all of her beautiful face. Her flawless natural beauty always gets me. God broke the mold after he made her, because I’m sure there could be no one that matches her stunning beauty.

As I brush her hair back, she turns and looks at me with her captivating green/gray eyes with little starburst in them. And let me tell you, when I get caught in those eyes, its like they take possession of me. I get lost every time. As she looks at me its as if she’s telling me something through her eyes or mind.

Kiss me.

Daydreaming

Chapter 2

Kiss me!!!

With her thought running through my mind, I gently caress her face and turn her to face me. As I gaze into her eyes I can feel this burn, this yearning deep in my chest. She still makes me anxious. After being together for twelve diyarbakır escort years she still gives me butterflies.

Slowly I lean in to take of her sweet, supple lips. The taste of her lips is like honey. Subtle and sweet. The taste of her saliva is slightly salty. Sweet and savory have always been a favorite of mine. Her lips are soft like velvet. Perched slightly but just firm enough to meet mine.

As we kiss I slowly move my hand over her back, up to her neck. My fingers run through her soft hair that smells of hemp shampoo and conditioner. They slightly graze over her neck giving her goosebumps. I can feel the tension building in her.

She begins to kiss me a little more passionately. As we kiss I feel her tongue slightly touch my lip. I open my mouth just a little wider to take her tongue in with a welcoming feeling. We kiss slowly, passionately. Our hands begin to roam. Then she stops me.

Daydreaming

Chapter 3

“Take me to bed!” she says, in a sexy yet demanding tone. “Yes ma’am.” escapes from my lips. I take her hand in mine and lead her towards our bedroom and our queen size bed. As we enter the door I turn and look her in the eyes. As I turn I take her in my arms because I know that’s where she wants to be. Held close and know that I love her. And I make sure that she knows that the love we are about to make is not just some random fuck, not just some wam bam turn over and go to sleep with hardly a word between us.

My hands begin to roam and caress her body. Down her back to right above her sexy, beautiful ass. I slide my hands under her shirt and raise her arms to remove it to free her glorious breasts. Her breasts are creamy white. Her nipples stand at attention before the cool air of the room hits them, letting me know she’s already very aroused. As it turned out she’d been that way most of the day.

I begin to kiss her slender neck, slightly sucking at little bits of it. I do my best to get her fully aroused with anticipation. As I kiss her neck my hands move to her waist. edirne escort I pull her tight against me so that she feels every inch of my hard cock pressed against her stomach. She lets out a light moan of approval. As I kiss her neck I start moving lower as my hands do. My fingers slip inside the waistband of the shorts she has on. As I move down so do the shorts. When I pull them down I notice a string of wetness between her shorts and her exquisite and delicate flower. There’s a wet spot on her shorts that tells me I must be doing something right. The smell of her sex fills my nose. This makes my cock throb as if the head could blow right off. When I see this I can’t help myself. I use my finger to gather all of the sweet nectar of her flower that I can and I put my fingers in my mouth. Mmmmmm she tastes so good.

Daydreaming

Chapter 4

“Mmmm damn you taste good”

With the taste of her sweet juice still on my lips she pulls me up and kisses me deep. “I do taste good don’t I.” she says coyly. Then she starts to kiss my neck. “Yes baby.” I moan. Her hands begin to move over my body. Every muscle in my body tightens as she kisses my neck and chest. Her hand slides down my body taking hold of my rock hard cock.

Starting at the base she grips it and slowly moves up and down with her hand. She then glances up at me and says “This is mine.” “Yes baby every inch.” She slowly kissed her way down my body till she was on her knees in front of me. Looking longingly at my 8 inch cock only mere inches from her face. “All of it right?” And before I could get the yes out of my mouth she put the head in her mouth and sucked some precum out. “Mmmmm your cock tastes so good.” She then proceeded to lick the bottom of my cock with love and passion. She then lifted my leg up and put my foot on the bed and kissed my sack and sucked it into her mouth. Then below my sack she licked my perineum. “Damn baby that feels so good”. As she turned her face around, my cock rested on her face as she sucked delicately at my sack.

She then took the head edirne escort bayan of my cock in her mouth again. This time she didn’t stop there. She sucked my entire cock down her throat and held it there for what seemed like a minute. I could feel my dick twitching in her throat. Not from orgasm but just sheer pleasure. I pull her up and took her lips in mine. I love the way her mouth tastes after she’s sucked my cock.

Daydreaming

Chapter 5

“I taste good too” “yes baby you do” she replied.

I then layed her down on the bed as I tried to catch my breath from the pleasure I’d just received. I started kissing her body. I started at her neck and worked my way down to her breasts. As I kissed her chest she began to moan, I then kissed her nipples softly and gently. Slowly pulling them into my mouth, she gasped and put her hand on my head and moaned “yes baby”.

I then moved up to her lips, and positioned myself over her my hard cock touching her. I reach down and parted her lips. I then raised up and looking straight into her eyes I placed the head of my cock on her moist slick flower. Then easily slipped inside. It was tight. She melted under me like butter. The feel of her tight wetness nearly sent me over the edge right then. I slowly eased every inch into her. Her eyes opened wide with pleasure. She looked at me and nodded. “Yes baby. Deeper!”

I steadied myself above her and plunged every inch I had into her. She let out a blissful scream. “Fuck me Seth.” She screamed. As we went we got into a sexy rhythm. I pushed in, she pushed down. It was amazing. As we really got into a rhythm I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock. Trying in every way to pull the cum out of me. As she tightened down I knew she was about to cum and the look on her face said it was here. As I slid in and out of her warm silky wetness my balls were swinging back and forth. Full of cum and ready to release. Harder, faster, harder, faster. I knew we were both close but I was going to make it last.

“Oooooohhh mmmmyyyyy Gooooooddd. Yes baby yes.” Randi screamed. And at the same time she tightened down like a vice I felt my cock begin to spasm and balls begin to twitch as I exploded hot cum deep inside her tight smooth wetness.

I held my body up over her. I wanted to just collapse. As I looked into her eyes I felt worlds away. “That was amazing baby!!!

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This is a fictional account with everyone over eighteen. Special thanks to my editor. For those of you waiting/wanting this to end, hold tight please.

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The next day, after finishing up my last day at work, I began to collect all my stuff for school in the basement for easy packing in my car. After I had most of that done, I decided to wash the car and change the oil. I figured I’d clean it up for my date with Katie that night. A little sweaty, I was just finishing when Anna and Penny showed up in the driveway of her house in Anna’s mom’s car.

“Hi, Davey,” Penny said first. “Working hard?” She seemed friendlier these days.

“I’m just getting ready to head off to Cornell on Sunday.”

“So soon,” Anna said, acting disappointed.

“What’re you up to tonight then?” Penny asked, showing me beer in a bag she held.

“Got a date,” I said too quickly.

“Oh, with Megan, huh?” Anna said.

“Ah, yeah,” I lied, not wanting them to know who it really was, or that Megan was already at Penn.

“Too bad…we could have had fun,” Penny lamented, licking her lips seductively.

We said our goodbyes and I watched the two of them go into the garage. A few minutes later I could hear music playing. I assumed they were cracking beers and from past experience I wanted to be up there. I couldn’t, though, so I just finished up and went inside to clean up for Katie.

Coming in I ran into Darci heading down into the basement. I’d seen her since the time in the basement, but mostly just in passing. This time I had to say more than hi as she stood basically blocking my way.

“Do we need to talk?” she asked. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I guess I’d had too much to drink.”

“No…we’re cool,” I said.

“Sure?”

“Really, Darce…everything is fine.”

“Ok,” she allowed and let me by.

I showered and dressed in a half hour. I still had a few minutes before I had to leave for my date with Katie, so I decided to spend it with Darci to show her I meant what I said. I probably wouldn’t have though, if I’d anticipated the questions.

“What’re you watching?” I asked, sitting down on the couch with her.

“Big Bang,” Darci said.

“Cool.”

“You look like you’re going out.”

‘Oh shit, another lie,’ I told myself. “Out with the guys before I leave.”

“When are Pete and Zach off to college?” Darci questioned.

“Pete leaves this weekend, too, but Zach isn’t until next weekend,” I replied.

Darci also had another week to go. “You should have told me; I could’ve joined you guys for a beer. I wouldn’t mind seeing those guys one more time before school.”

“Ah…sorry,” I said. “I better get going.”

“Ok…I’ll just be here,” Darci complained. “Katie’s busy and Ellen is too.”

‘I know Katie’s busy,’ I thought as I took the steps two at a time, again saying goodbye.

Not only was I possibly cheating on Megan, I was secretly occupying Darci’s best friend without her, and lying to most of the other women in my life about everything. Suddenly, I felt miserable about the whole evening. This promise to Katie had me lying like crazy to practically everyone I held dear.

I arrived at Quigley’s early and got a soda at the bar. They let me sit at an unoccupied table until Katie arrived. There was a baseball game on and I watched, but with little interest. I was feeling a bit down, but when Katie came in I tried to smile and not show it. Actually, it wasn’t that hard. She looked gorgeous and I felt like the luckiest guy in the restaurant suddenly.

“Hi, Davey,” Katie exclaimed excitedly.

“Hi, Katie…you like great,” I added.

“Thanks…shall we get a table?”

Katie talked nearly non-stop at dinner, and her enthusiasm for getting back to school and the year ahead had me feeling good too. We had a wonderful meal and great conversation, but I sensed nervousness in her as well. The whole meal seemed to take twenty minutes, but it was really over an hour. We finished and left, still joking around. It felt to me more like time spent with a cousin or step-sister than an actual date and certainly not the prelude to a night of hot and wild sex.

Walking into the parking lot, things suddenly felt even weirder. My first sort of date with Katie and now we were supposed to go somewhere and screw. But where? And in whose car, or was one of us supposed to follow the other? I think Katie felt it too, but at least she had a plan.

“Follow me,” she said.

I did so for fifteen minutes, and was totally lost when we pulled into a driveway in an apartment complex. I was beginning to think that maybe Katie had a love pad or something crazy like that. She parked in front of a unit and got out. She indicated I should park across the way in a small lot. I did and soon joined her, still not sure what we were doing here.

“This way,” Katie said as she led us to an apartment door.

“Where are we?” I asked, a bit shocked as I watched Katie retrieve a key from under a plant on the small porch.

“Barb’s a friend of mine for years from bursa escort church and junior high, but moved away our freshman year of high school. She moved back after high school. She is out for the evening and said I could use her spare room. Don’t worry, neither Darci nor Ellen know her too well. They’ve met, but they haven’t seen her in two years. She also has no idea who I’m with.

Katie opened the door and put the key down on the coffee table. It was a small apartment, but it had two bedrooms. The place was comfortably decorated and the bed in the spare room looked to be a double.

“Want a beer?” Katie asked. “She said I could grab a few.”

“Sure.”

While Katie got the beers, I tried to get some music on the stereo. It wasn’t hard as the channel the receiver was tuned to sounded good right away. Katie returned and handed me a beer. We sat on the couch and tried to make conversation. Suddenly, it wasn’t as easy as before.

Katie and I had known each other forever it seemed, but faced with never having a history of dating, setting the mood for sex was difficult. Our previous sex had been spontaneous and without preamble. We hadn’t even really kissed much other than on birthdays or holidays. Katie felt it too.

“Good song,” Katie said.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“You ok with this?” Katie asked.

“Sure,” I said, but it lacked real conviction.

“Davey…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t want to force you.”

“You’re not. I do…it’s ok.”

“God, it’s not! Katie suddenly seemed to scream to the ceiling. You’re right. We shouldn’t do this. I see it now. You shouldn’t because of Megan and I shouldn’t because of Darci. Your sister is my best friend and she’d be hurt if she found out. I’m sure of it. Besides, I hate all the sneaking around and lies. Don’t you?”

“Yes…I hate lying to people.”

“We should stop this right now while we can still feel ok about it.”

“You’re probably right.”

“That’s it then. Let’s just go.”

“What, just like that?” I found myself complaining, shocked at how fast things had changed. I was so torn wanting her and hating myself. I needed and wanted the sex, but my heavily suppressed conscience took over. “I guess so.”

“I think we’ll both feel better in the morning,” Katie said, trying to sound convincing to both me and herself.

We straightened up and left the apartment. I couldn’t believe we’d planned this whole thing out and dropped the plans at the last minute. I was still torn, wanting Katie, but I somehow felt much better about our decision.

“You know where you are?” Katie asked.

“No.”

“Just follow me. You’ll be on Rock Ave. in no time. Will you know your way from there?’

“Sure.”

“Are you ok? Disappointed?”

“Yes and of course. You know I think you’re hot,” I told her.

“Thanks. You too, but this is better. It just feels wrong. I’m sure of it now.”

“Yeah.”

“Ok…follow me until we hit the light on Rock Ave.”

“Ok.”

Katie gave me a peck on the cheek. “I feel better already. I thought I knew what I wanted, but this is better. Don’t you agree?”

“You’re right, it is.”

“I’ll be off to school this week, so I won’t see you till Thanksgiving break. Have a good early freshman year. Try not to let all those cute freshmen women find out your hidden talents right away. Study hard.”

“Thanks…hope school is good for you too.”

“Bye, Davey.” Another peck on the cheek.

“Bye, Katie…you’re the best.”

“Maybe not the best. You’d better go before I change my mind.”

“Ok, bye.”

I followed Katie and realized where I was. We parted at the light at Rock Avenue just like she said. I waved and she honked back. I drove on with mixed emotions. My male hormones were screaming at me, ‘You fool. You could have fucked that fabulous body once more and this was probably your last chance.’ My better half was relieved, though, that I had nothing to regret.

Back at home, I started packing my stuff in the trunk and back seat. Darci helped me until I had everything in the car that I didn’t need for now. She acted sweet, but I could tell she was still a little disturbed, or was it forlorn, from what happened the other day. ‘I need to say something,’ I thought.

“Hey, let’s grab a beer in the basement,” I said when we were done.

“Sure.”

We went down into the basement and I got two beers as she sat down on the couch. I handed her one and sat on the couch with her. You could hear the muffled sound of the TV upstairs in the family room. It was getting late, so mom was probably already upstairs and it was just dad watching.

“Thanks,” Darci said, taking the beer.

“No problem. You’re looking forward to going back to school?”

“Definitely. I’ll have far more fun there than here.”

“I’m glad you will, because I know you didn’t like it here much this summer.”

“Yeah…I miss my college friends. Katie and Ellen are wonderful, and we’ll always be close, but I need different friends too.”

“You have some çanakkale escort good guy friends there?”

“Yes…why do you ask?”

“Just talking,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“David…are you concerned for me?”

“Well…sort of. I just want you to be happy.”

“I’m happy. Don’t worry about me. Nothing’s wrong a good night out at school won’t cure,” Darci declared.

“Glad to hear it.”

“I’m sure you know from the other day what it is I need.”

“I’m guessing.”

“Why guess? It’s no great secret between us. Your poor big sister hasn’t been laid all summer. And before you ask, those guys down the shore were ok, but we never ended up in the sack, just the front seat if you know what I mean.”

“I think I do.” Actually, Katie had told me pretty much what happened.

“It’s been a little frustrating for me watching you screw like a rabbit, too. I’m not jealous. I’m happy for you, but it doesn’t help ease my need, either.”

“I can imagine.”

“I’m sorry about the other night. I was a little drunk and you just happened to be right there. I’m afraid I lost my head. Maybe it’s because I love you so much.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more considerate, and me too. Loving you, I mean.”

“Nonsense. You were right. We’re brother and sister. That shouldn’t happen. I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

“Well…I hope we always remain close.”

“We will. In many ways, we just have each other, besides Mom and Dad.”

“True…and you’re the greatest sister ever.”

“Thanks, brother…I feel the same way.”

We changed the subject and each drank two more beers. By the time we headed up to bed we were talking and laughing about different things. My dad was already in bed, so we tried to be quiet climbing the stairs. Darci kissed me on the cheek at her bedroom door. I said goodnight and headed to bed.

I’d struggled to fall asleep after drinking and talking to Darci. My own frustrations were building, what with Megan off to college, Katie out of the question now, and trying to stay away from Anna and Penny. I also knew that once I got to Cornell it could be a month or more before I got to see Megan again. I had my own hand and nothing more to look forward to for a while. After all the incredible sex this summer, the prospect of limited or no pussy for that long was very disappointing.

I thought about calling Megan and driving down to Philly for the day. It was Saturday and I was leaving on Monday for Cornell. I might even try to spend the night with her. That way we could do it a couple times and maybe that would help carry me for a while.

On the other hand, she might have other plans with her new roommate or school work to do. Maybe her parents were there, too. I’d taken her initially because her grandmother took a bad fall and was in the hospital when Megan needed to be on campus. Her parents probably wanted to see their darling daughter off to school despite missing the original drive down. Besides, Megan might be miffed at me if all it seemed like was a trip down for sex. Sure, I wanted to see her and be with her badly, but the truth was I needed her too.

Anna and even Penny could be easy scores without having to drive to Philly, but that presented other complications. I could justify it in my head as one last summer fling before school. However, I knew that was just a rationalization for my own desires.

I decided to call Megan and see what was happening. Were her parents there or was she alone too? I went out to my car for some privacy. Megan’s voicemail kicked in by the fifth ring. The message I left was just to ask how she was doing and to call when she could. Getting out of the car, I was disappointed and hoped Megan would get the message soon.

Rounding my car, I was headed to the side door of the house when I heard Anna call. I turned to see her shutting her back door and coming down the steps. She looked very hot in a very short skirt and with her hair in pigtails. Her blouse fit very tight over her tits. From the look of her bouncing breasts and her nipples poking as she neared, she lacked a bra too. I could feel my cock stir as she approached, smiling.

“Hi, David…how’re you?”

“I’m fine…you look gorgeous.”

“Thanks…I’m going out.”

“Lucky guy.”

“Yeah…ah…oh, hell…it’s not just one guy…I’m working a bachelor party again.”

“Oh…similar to last time?”

“Should be,” Anna said. “I got to go, sorry. Penny might be around if you want. Call her.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Maybe…have a good time.”

“Ok…bye.”

I walked inside, suddenly disappointed Anna wasn’t around to take care of me. I was feeling like Darci now, sexually deprived. With Megan at school, I was as frustrated as my sister. Katie’s change of heart at the last minute had been the right thing, but still teased at me. Feeling sorry for myself, I went down the basement to play some Wii.

When my cell went off, the noise from the Wii almost prevented me from hearing it. As it was, I probably heard more the noise of it vibrating on çankırı escort the table than the actual ring itself.

“Hello?” I said, not recognizing the number.

“Hey, Davey,” I heard Penny say. “Anna called me to say you might be free tonight.”

“I guess I am.”

“Want to hang together in the garage?”

“Sure,” I said without even thinking. I was bored too.

“I’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes?”

“Ok.” I knew where this was headed, but didn’t care. This might be my last time with Penny, too. ‘It was just sex,’ I told myself. ‘Megan wouldn’t care.’

I bagged up a few beers from our refrigerator and finished the Wii game I was playing. In exactly fifteen minutes I headed next door. I got there first and put the beers in the fridge. I was just figuring out how to turn the TV on when Penny showed up. She came up the stairs with a smile and her hair in pigtails. I smiled back seeing her hair like that and the tiny shorts she wore along with a tight tee shirt. No bra, I could tell as she neared.

“Hi,” Penny said.

“Hey…good to see you,” I replied and meant it. I’d never been with Penny without Anna.

“Anna tells me that Megan is off to college.”

“Yeah. Hey, would you like a beer? I brought a few with me.”

“Sure…sounds good.”

I got Penny and me two beers and she helped get the TV on a good channel. We sat down together on the couch and sipped our beers. Penny sat sideways towards me on the couch while I just stared mostly at the TV.

At first, conversation with Penny was tense and limited. There had been so much we had done together, but it was always coordinated through Anna rather than just the two of us. It seemed strange to be slightly uncomfortable with a girl whom I had fucked numerous times and eaten her pussy, and who had sucked my dick.

By the end of our second beers, Penny and I began to ease up. I could see her nipples poking at her top and the tightness and skimpiness of her shorts in her crotch. They were so small and figure-hugging, that with her leg on the couch sitting sideways they molded around her pouty pussy lips.

“God, you look good enough to eat,” I finally blurted out.

“Promises…promises,” Penny replied, laughing.

“I’m ready.”

“Me too,” Penny responded, her fingers twisting her pigtails in her hands.

“Wearing pigtails tonight,” I stated and chuckled.

“You know what that means?”

“I do and I’m glad.”

“Excellent,” Penny said, and looked into my eyes as she suddenly stood by the couch.

I watched as she stared at me and started to undress. Her tee shirt was off in a second and her breasts practically jumped out at me. Her cute tits were pale and the nipples pert. Her shorts were gone quickly, dropping to the floor and then kicked off. She turned so I could check her out in her tiny panties. They clung to her and gave away all the curvy shapes I loved on her body.

“I love your tits,” I said with sincerity.

Penny dropped her panties to her feet and looked at me, “These small tits? They don’t compare to Annie’s and you know it,” she replied.

“I still love them. They’re so cute and perky and pink.”

“That’s nice to hear,” Penny said moving in front of me. She looked me straight in the eyes. “We’re always good together, aren’t we, Davey?”

I didn’t answer, just stared into her eyes as she dropped to the floor at my feet. She pushed my knees apart and shuffled between them. My cock had been reacting to her striptease and the tent in my shorts gave it away. Penny’s hands crept up my legs to my belt, but her eyes never left mine.

“What’s this?” Has he missed me?” Penny asked jokingly.

“Definitely.”

“Stand up so I can get these shorts off you.”

Standing, I helped her totally remove my shorts and boxers. My cock was practically erect and pointing at Penny’s face as I stood there. She looked up into my eyes and then to my dick. Her hands came up to caress it and she looked back up at me.

“Megan’s so lucky to have your heart and this nice cock to look forward to.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely,” she said, as she kissed the big mushroom head.

I suddenly saw a different side of Penny. A side I’d never contemplated before. Her teasing and joking I had taken for disliking me. Maybe the truth was something else entirely. Maybe she’d become interested in me somewhere along the line this summer. I’d certainly changed my attitude about her.

Penny took most of my cock deep into her mouth. She sucked on it and her tongue flicked full life into my dick. She backed off to suck just the head and it felt wonderful. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked the head like a snake. Penny certainly knew how to please a cock orally and she seemed intent on showing her considerable talent. I was beginning to feel weak in the knees and my balls started to respond.

“That feels great, Penny,” I told her.

“I could suck your delicious cock all day, Davey.”

“Umm, I’d love that.”

Penny smiled at me and resumed sucking. She took me again as deep as she could and I felt the back of her mouth. She couldn’t deepthroat me like Anna, but she tried and gagged deliciously on my cock. Tears formed in her eyes and she tried repeatedly, but just couldn’t do it all the way. It didn’t matter, the feelings to my dick were incredible, and I had to sit or fall over.

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Darleen…

It was 1968, I had just graduated from high school. To be exact, it was July 4th, 1968 and there was a block party taking place and I was dancing with the most exciting and beautiful girl I had ever gone to school with. Her name was Darleen. It was still light out and the band was playing a lot of slow songs at the request of several of the dancers, me being one of them. I was holding Darleen close, she was blowing in my ear. I was 18, she was only 17, besides she had just told me she was leaving the state in the morning. Her father had been transferred. I was crushed. I fell in love with her that night. I think she felt the same as we held each other as we moved to the music.

“I’ll miss you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I’ll miss you too.” Her warm breath made me shiver. I felt her shiver, too.

I think we were both afraid to tell each other we loved them. I was. I was afraid if I said it, she would leave. She was anyway, but I wanted to hold her in my arm for as long as I could.

“Don?” she started.

“Yes?”

“I…I…”

“What?” I asked.

“Never mind,” she said shyly.

I pulled my head back to look into her eyes. She smiled at me. I quickly pressed my lips to hers. She didn’t pull away, she started to kiss me back. We kissed for a long time. At least until one of her girlfriends tapped her on the shoulder.

“We shouldn’t,” she said, swatting at her friend.

“You’re right, at least not here.”

Her head snapped around so her eyes were gazing into mine.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means I shouldn’t have kissed you here. Somewhere else, in private. Who was that who smacked you?”

“She’s just a friend who came with me to look after me.”

“Ah. It’s nice to have friends like that.” I rolled my eyes as I said it. Her friend was behind me so she couldn’t see my face.

“It is,” Darleen said trying not to laugh.

“Let’s go get a soda,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her away from the crowd of dancers. She willingly came with me.

We grabbed a soda out of one of the coolers that dotted the street and went and sat at one of the many picnic tables that also dotted the street. We could both see Darleen’s friends watching us from the edge of the crowd by the band. I laughed.

“What are you laughing at now?” she asked.

“They are watching over you like mother hens as if I would try anything on the first night we realized that we…” I stopped. I had almost said we loved each other.

“You wouldn’t?” she asked, surprised at my comment.

“No. I would like to kiss you some more, maybe feel your breasts,” I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I would like that too, but not tonight.”

“But you’re leaving tomorrow…never mind. I would never force myself on you.”

I leaned over and to kiss her cheek. She turned her head so our lips were pressed together. I moaned, she sighed. I pulled my lips away and just looked into her eyes.

“I think I’m falling in love with you. Thank you for just dancing with me.”

“Don…I have something to tell you…I love you too. I have since freshman year. I was hoping that you would ask me out, but we didn’t have any classes together and the only place we were at the same place at the same time was homeroom and then I was way up in the back and you were down front.” She stopped drawing in a breath that sounded like a sob.

“I wish I had known,” I said wanting to kiss her, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw her friend heading our way.

Darleen looked up at her friend and shook her head. Her friend backed away, her eyes still on us. Darleen looked back at me and squeezed her eyes shut. A single tear rolled out of the corner of her eye and down her cheek. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips. I pressed them gently to the soft skin on the back of her hand. Then I turned her hand over and kissed the palm. As I let her hand go, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine hard. I could see her friend with her hands on her hips. I guess if I didn’t start the kiss, it was okay for us to kiss.

We sat there kissing for a long time. I had my arms around Darleen, hers around me. I kept mine where her friend could see them. When we finally broke our kiss, it was getting dark. The sky was still lit, but the street lights had come on and we were in shadow. I took Darleen’s hand in mine and stood up.

“Come on, let’s dance my lady,” I said. Even to my ears, it sounded pretty lame.

Darleen giggled, but stood up and followed me back to the dance area. We danced together the rest of the night. A lot of guys tried to cut in, but Darleen would tell them no when I stepped back to let them in. She would say no, then rush into my arms. The band stopped playing at eleven o’clock. Darleen and I stood there just holding each other.

“Dar, we have to go,” her friend said.

“I know, now go away for a few minutes.”

Her friend retreated until we couldn’t see her. Then Darleen pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back bitlis escort with all the passion I felt for her. After a few minutes, Darleen broke the kiss and hugged me fiercely.

“I love you, Don. There will always be a place in my heart for you.”

“I love you too, Darleen, so much it’s hard for me to speak anymore.”

“Oh god,” she whispered, then handed me an envelope. “Don’t read this until tomorrow night, please.”

“I promise.”

She pulled my lips to hers one more time. The kiss was short-lived, then she was gone. I stood there like an idiot. I watched as she slowly walked away until I couldn’t see her anymore. Then there was my next door neighbor standing in front of me. She just looked up at me with sad eyes.

“Darleen asked me to come over here and make sure you are okay. Are you okay?” she asked softly.

I looked at her, not really seeing her. “No, I’m not okay. The love of my life just left me. Of course, she probably feels the same way and that’s what’s killing me.”

Jane wrapped her arms around me and pulled my lips to hers. I just let her, but I didn’t kiss her back. She pulled away looking up at me with surprise on her face.

“You’re not okay, are you?”

“No.”

“Really, you fell in love with her?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me,” Jane said leading me to the picnic bench in front of my parent’s house.

We sat down on the same side. Jane moved me until I was facing her. Then she pulled my head down to her shoulder and just hugged me. My arms just hung at my sides. After about ten minutes, I raised my arms and clung to Jane as the sobs and tears starting rolling out of me. We sat there for a long time. When I was cried out, Jane let go of me, grabbed my face and shook my head. Then she kissed me. I finally kissed her back. It was a friendly kiss on my part. Hers had a little passion in it, but not much. We were friends. She lived next door. She had next door looks too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slim waist, shapely legs and nice boobs. And before tonight if she had kissed me like this, I would have been all over her, but I knew she just wanted to be my friend.

“I’m okay now,” I said pushing her away.

“Good. Now kiss me one last time.”

“Thank you, but…”

“But what?”

“I will miss her so much,” I told her.

“But you hardly knew her,” Jane said.

“I know, I love her and always will.”

“What about me?” she asked smiling at me. I knew she was joking.

“You? You I will lust after for the rest of my life,” I told her with an evil grin.

“I can deal with that. Would you like to come in the house with me? My parents and brother and sister are gone for the weekend. They won’t be back until Tuesday.”

We were both 18, she was the oldest child in her family as was I. I hung my head for a minute thinking. We had both just graduated. Both our birthdays were in January.

“Sure, why not,” I told her.

I knew what she was going to do for me. She got up, took my hand and pulled me after her. As we entered the house, their dog came out of the living room. He was a purebred collie. His name, believe it or not, was Pal. We said hello to each other, then I was following Jane farther into the house. We wound up in her bedroom. I had only been here once before with her brother and then I only stood in the doorway. It was a typical girls room. Pink and lacy.

Once inside the room, Jane sat down on her bed and patted the space next to her. I didn’t know how I felt about what she wanted to do for me, but I knew I would be grateful to her for a long, long time. I sat next to her. She pulled my head to her and kissed me. She was full of passion. I know she didn’t love me, we were just friends. But I knew she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend. Her kiss was passionate. Then I felt her tongue brush my lips. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her mouth, searching for her tongue. When I found it, my breath exploded from my lungs and Jane sighed.

I decided to take liberties with her if she was willing to give them to me. I placed a hand on her breast. Her breath exploded from her lungs and I sighed. Our passion for each other soared. Her breasts were perfect, they fit my hand perfectly. I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. She was very excited about what we were going to do. Jane pulled away from our kiss and looked me in the eye.

“Don,” she said. “I just want to tell you how much I adore you. You have always been kind to me. You have never even tried to make a pass at me. You are the perfect gentleman. But now I want you…not to be a gentleman. I need you to ravage me, to fuck my pussy and my mouth.” She finished.

I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say, except to nod my head and smile at her. We sat there looking into each other’s eyes for quite awhile. Then I gently kissed her lips. She sighed as she kissed me back. Our tongues were in a battle again. I had never let go of her breast, but now I wanted to see them both. I reach down to pull her bolu escort sweater off, she didn’t stop me. She had a skimpy bra on that almost showed her nipples. I was surprised her mom let her wear something like this, but she was old enough to make up her own mind about her underwear.

“Beautiful,” I croaked.

“Thank you,” Jane whisper, reaching around behind her to unhook the bra.

When she shrugged it off, I had my first look at her perfect breasts. They were beautiful. White where her bathing suit had covered then. Her nipples were a smidgen darker than her tan and they were hard as diamonds. Her areoles were all crinkled with her sexual excitement. I could hardly wait to suck on them and gently bite them.

“Help me get my jeans off,” Jane told me.

She had them unbuttoned and unzipped. I stood and grabbed both cuffs and pulled them off her body. She had beautiful legs that I had admired every time she was out sunbathing in her backyard. She had on a sexy little pair of sheer, lacy panties that matched her bra. She looked yummy. I pulled my t-shirt off as she worked on my belt and pants. Back then, I wore tighty-whities. They had a bulge in them now.

“Have I done that to you?” Jane asked.

“Yes. You have done this to me almost every day since you moved in here.”

“Every day? Really?”

“Yes, every day.”

“Good. She leaned forward and kissed my cock through my underwear, then reached for the waistband and pulled them down.

“Impressive,” she said, smiling and nodding her head.

I knew she was just trying to make me feel good. My cock was average, about six and a half inches long. It was a little thicker than most I had seen in the locker room. And don’t ever let a guy lie to you about never looking. We all look. He does, however, hope that we are discrete enough not to raise the ire of the guy we are checking out. Then her mouth was wrapped around my cock. Her left hand cradled my balls, her right was wrapped around my shaft. She ran her tongue around the head of my cock and it felt wonderful. Then she started to bob her head up and down my shaft, taking a little more of my cock each time until she finally had her nose pressed against my pelvic bone.

I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to just yet. I had so much more to experience with Jane if she was willing to give herself to me. I pushed her back onto her bed. She yipped in surprise. Reaching down I pulled her panties off. She raised her hips to make it easier. I pushed the crotch against my face and felt the moisture there. I moved them to my nose and sniffed deeply. Her eyes opened in surprise.

“Do you do that with all the girl’s panties?” she asks.

I had never done anything like that before. I read about it in a penthouse.

“Of course. I love the scent of a woman,” I said lying through my teeth. “And you smell wonderful.” That wasn’t a lie, she did smell wonderful.

Then I bent down and kissed her furry vulva. She shivered and growled deep in her throat. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her wet labia. She yipped again. Then I was sucking her petals of flesh into my mouth and attacking them with my tongue. She cried out. No specific words, more like a moan and a groan but loud. Then I was licking her clit.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted. That was the first cuss word I had ever heard her say. I just licked her clit harder. “Oh fuck!” she yelled again. I just kept sucking and licking her clit. until she pushed my head away. It seemed to be getting too sensitive. I move down to her vagina and stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her. “Oh my fucking god!” she shouted. We were lucky her parent were out of town. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I pulled my mouth back from her pussy, with her labia inside. They stretched and stretched, then popped out of my mouth.

“Son of a bitch!” she cried out. Her hips started bucking of their own accord.

I moved up between her legs, stopping to suck on her nipples for a while. She shook and shivered as I did.

“God Don…if only I had known,” she said softly.

I pulled my mouth from her tit, her nipple still held in my mouth with suction, until it popped out. She grunted as it did. I looked up at her.

“If you had only known what?” I asked.

“How good you are at sucking pussy.” She smiled down at me. I nodded and crawled up until I was looking down at her.

“Are you still a virgin?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Jimmy fucked me a couple of time. It never really hurt and there wasn’t any blood.”

“Hmmm, well I guess we’ll find out,” I said, press my cock against her entrance. “Are you at least on birth control?”

“Yes. My mom made sure of that.” I nodded as I pressed into her farther. “Oh, you’re bigger than Jimmy, I can feel you stretching me.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not yet. It kind of feels good. Keep going,” she ordered.

I pressed into her, then pulled back a little and pressed in a little farther. She moaned as I pressed in and sighed as I pulled out. After about burdur escort five minutes of taking it slow, I was in her all the way.

“Does that hurt?” I asked once more.

“No that feels delicious. Oh god, you stretched me out, a lot. It feels so good.”

“Okay, I’ll take it slow at first,” I whispered in her ear.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

Then I kissed her on the lips, hard. At the same time, I pulled out of her until just the head of my cock was inside her pussy. Then I pushed into her slowly. She moaned as I did.

“Fuck me, Don, fuck me hard until I scream!” she said.

I pulled out slowly, slammed into her as fast and as hard as I could.

“Oh fuck,” she screamed.

I did it again, fast and hard. She screamed. for the next twenty minutes, I slammed my cock into her sweet pussy. She was cussing and swearing up a storm. I found it very sexy to listen to her. I was also watching her tits bounce on her chest. It was also erotic that I couldn’t last much longer. Jane was having orgasm after orgasm, so close together to be one. I’m not saying I was an expert lover, but I was young and healthy and had a hard dick that I could move fast and hard. I could feel my orgasm coming. It almost hurt as my sperm shot out of my dick into Jane’s wonderful pussy. When she felt my cum hit the walls of her pussy, it triggered her orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted.

I kept pushing into her with each spurt of my cum.

“Oh my fucking god, oh god, I’m coming!” she shouted.

I just pushed into her more. I spurted one more time. Then I just sighed.

“God that was so…beautiful,” I whispered in her ear. I was still on top of her.

“Oh god Don, yes it was, beautiful. Of fuck,” she yelled the last and shook with another orgasm.

I rolled off her and lay next to her staring at the ceiling. Then I turned my head to look at her pretty face. She was still having an orgasm. I smiled, leaned in and kissed her cheek. She turned her head to look at me. She smiled, closed her eyes and came again.

“Holy shit, nobody has ever done this to me. Not Jimmy, not…well you don’t need to know my dating history, right now. But fuck, that was fantastic.”

I smiled at her. Her eyes got big and she jumped up and headed out of the room to the bathroom. I heard the water running and lay back and closed my eyes. Having sex with Jane had been good for me. I still pined for the loss of Darleen, but all the tension about her leaving tomorrow had been drained from my body. Then I felt a warm washcloth touch my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Jane carefully cleaning my cock. It felt good. Then she sucked me into her mouth to see if she had cleaned all the stuff off me. She threw the cloth into the corner and climbed into bed.

“Can you stay the night?” she asked. I was very surprised.

“Sure, if you want me to.”

“I do. And if you’re up to it, I would like you to fuck me all night. Or at least eat my pussy.”

Again I was very surprised by her request.

“Sure.” Then she was kissing me, hard and trying to force her tongue into my mouth, which I let her do.

We spent the rest of the night trying a whole bunch of new things for her and some that were new to me. We had fun and both of us had a lot of pleasure given by the other person. It was an amazing night. When morning finally came, Jane looked at me.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked.

“I am, I really am. I know I have to get on with my life. And I want to thank you for what you have done for me.”

“That’s the way it started. I was just going to let you fuck me, then say goodnight and hope for the best. But you surprised me. You turned me on so much, I just wanted to have you do it over and over again. Can I call on you to please me in the future?”

“If I can call on you to please me.”

“Of course, of course. Oh god, I told myself I wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Change the way I feel about you. I was just going to keep you as a friend, but now I want you as a lover, even if I’m going out with someone else.”

“Really? You would cheat on your boyfriend?”

“With you, yes. I would tell him about you and that it’s just sex. If he didn’t like it, I would break up with him until I found one that liked that was cheating on him. There have to be men out there like that. I want to keep you as a lover. Maybe even let my boyfriend fuck me at the same time. I would like to try that.”

“Uh…I don’t know about that. We might want to wait on that one for awhile. Quite awhile.”

“Sure. Are you going home now?”

“Yes, I need to get some sleep. Would you like to go out later?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll call you when I wake up.”

“Great. I’m going to sleep now.”

She closed her eyes and was out like a light. I got dressed, kissed her on the cheek and left, locking the door behind me. As I walked into my parent’s house, my mom was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asked.

“I did, thank you for asking. Did you have fun?”

“I did. Did you go home with that nice looking girl you were dancing with all night?”

“No, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” I asked.

“Just wondering. You two looked good together and I watched when you were kissing and it looked serious.”

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My hands shook as I stood there staring at the crumpled piece of metal that had, once upon a time, been my car. I had been driving home from my job as a waitress at 2 a.m. on Saturday. Out of nowhere, as I had been entering an intersection, a tractor trailer had failed to stop at his red light and had blind sided me. As a result of being T-boned I had shattered my wrist and had a concussion. I had been knocked unconscious by the collision and was awakened by someone beating on my driver’s side window. It was a hysterical person who had witnessed the accident. He tried to pull open my door but it was wedged shut from when my car had hit the light pole. I could hear him talking excitedly to a 911 dispatcher, and then it all went black again.

The next time I awoke, there was a police officer knocking on my window. I hazily remember him telling me they were going to cut the door off of the hinges to get me out of the car, and then the roar of the machine as it cut through metal.

The next thing I knew I was free and being whisked away on a stretcher while EMTs poked and prodded at me. I repeatedly fell unconscious on the way to the hospital and once we got there. After three hours of doctors working on me they deemed me ok, except insisted I stay in the hospital so that they could keep an eye on my head where I had knocked it.

The next morning I was awakened by a knock on my hospital room door, after mumbling that it was ok to come in, two police officers entered the room. One was an older male with a grey mustache a paunch sticking out over his regulation black trousers. The other man, however, was incredibly good looking. Where the older officer was round and jolly looking, this one was well built and very fierce looking. I would guess that he had to be well over 6′ and his body, judging by the way his jeans and tight fitting black tee shirt fit, he was very much in shape.

Where the jolly looking officer looked to be friendly and easy-going, the other had what seemed to be a permanent scowl on his face. The older man, Officer Rich introduced himself to me then. He then explained that the man who had T-boned me in the tractor trailer had fled the scene on foot, leaving the scene on foot. He then introduced the other officer to me, Detective Reynolds was his name. Officer Rich then excused himself to go take the doctor’s statement on my health conditions after the accident, leaving me alone with Detective Reynolds.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry to hear about your accident, I hope that you are feeling somewhat better today,” the detective said in a low, husky voice that made my pulse speed up, which was quite embarrassing since I was still hooked up to that damned heart monitor. I felt my face turn pink as the annoying beep sped up, and I thought I noticed the detective’s lips twitch as if he was fighting off a smile.

“We just wanted to come by and get your statement on exactly what happened last night, so that when we find the man who hit you we will have it.” Detective Reynolds walked over to the chair next to bed and folded his long, muscular frame down into it as I told the story of what had happened.

Just as I was finishing up, Officer Rich entered the room again and said happily that the doctor was signing my release forms at that moment and I would be free to go. I was so excited by that news that I immediately got out of the bed so that bayburt escort I could change into clothes and leave. I may have moved a bit too fast for my head to keep up with because as I got to my feet the room swayed, and I felt a strong hand grip my upper arm.

“Easy ma’am,” murmured Detective Reynolds. “Take it slow, your head still may not be up to fast movements.” Embarrassed, I nodded and smiled meekly. The two officers then headed towards my door, stating they would wait outside until I was dressed.

After sliding back into my jeans from the night before, and my camisole, since my work shirt was covered in blood from where my arm had bled. I then slipped on my shoes and opened the door to the hallway.

Detective Reynolds was leaning on the wall against my door and looked up as I exited. He stood to his full height as I approached him.

“If you’d like, after you sign out, I can give you a ride to the yard so you can get anything you need out of your car, then I can take you home” he said. I felt relief at not having to call a cab for this reason and thanked him sincerely. He nodded at me and told me he’d meet me in the parking lot at his car, an unmarked maroon one. I hurriedly signed the papers I needed to and went to find the hunky cop.

The sunny day outside hurt my eyes as I stepped into it and I squinted to find the car. A dull throb pulsed in my head from the brightness as I walked up to the car. Detective Reynolds was in the car with AC running and leaned across the seats to open the passenger side door for me. I slid gratefully into the tinted car and leaned my head against the head rest. I sat forward and turned towards the man a bit,

“Were you on the call last night?” I asked as we headed towards the nearest junk yard. Reynolds nodded his head,

“Yes I was. Your car is probably totaled, I would guess,” he said and slid a glance at me. My stomach sunk, I couldn’t afford a new car right now. I sighed and rubbed my temple, then let my hand fall to the console in between Reynolds and myself. My arm brushed against his as I did and I gasped at the shock of awareness that jolted through my body. What was it about this man that set my body in a fit? I wondered.

As we neared a red light, the detective stopped the car and turned his gaze towards me, and I noticed for the first time what a startling color they were, almost black, they were so dark blue. Gorgeous was the first word to enter my mind, just like the rest of the man.

Reynolds’s dark eyebrows drew together in concentration as he stared intently at me. He then, to my surprise, lifted his hand from the console and brushed a strand of my light blonde hair off of my cheek.

“At least the accident didn’t mess up your gorgeous face,” he murmured softly and I felt myself go beet red.

“I… uh… thanks” I stuttered. Then to my astonishment, he flashed a grin at me, and it nearly made my heart stop. It transformed his face from a hard, world weary man, to a carefree boy. I couldn’t help but smile back. All too soon we were at the yard and we had walked to my car.

I couldn’t help it, tears started to fall from eyes as I thought about how close I had come to not making it out of this wreck alive. My hands were shaking as I felt two strong hand squeeze my shoulders in comfort.

“Shhh…” the detective bilecik escort murmured in my ear “It’s ok, it could have been a whole lot worse” he said, which caused me to cry harder. I then felt him turn me and my face was buried in his chest. I could feel his shirt growing wet from my tears and it took me a minute to get myself together. I noticed that his hands were caressing my back softly and my good hand was clutching his shirt tightly. I took a few deep breaths and released him, taking a step back.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I guess its just the shock of how close I came to, like, dying that just hit me”. A shudder rippled through my body. I then proceeded to get my belongings from the car, with the help of the detective.

We loaded back up into his car and I told him where I lived. He didn’t even need directions, as he said he lived not even two blocks from my house. This thrilled me for some reason. Before too long we were pulling up in front of my house and he offered to carry my things in for me. I accepted gratefully and we went up the stairs and into my house. I asked him to just sit the stuff on my couch and he did. He then turned towards me and walked up to me.

“I meant it earlier when I said you are gorgeous,” he said in a husky whisper as he caressed my cheek softly. My belly jumped at his touch and I felt my panties grow damp.

“Detective, I..” but he cut me off before I could finish.

“Please call me Bryce,” he said with a smile and I laughed softly.

“Bryce, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done… and the compliment” I said as I stood on tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. He surprised me then by turning his head and kissing me full on the lips.

His strong arms pulled me against his chest as his tongue swept into my mouth. A soft whimper escaped my lips and I ran my good hand over his chest as his own hands explored my back. I slid my hands down his belly and then under his shirt as our tongues mated together. His skin was hot to the touch and quivered as my fingers lightly played over it. He mimicked my movements and slid his hands under my shirt.

I felt his fingers moving lightly up and to the underside of my breast where he seemed to hesitate. I moaned softly and broke off the kiss so that I could lift my camisole over my head, leaving me in my black satin bra.

“Oh, baby,” Bryce moaned softly as his hands settled on my ribs. He then ducked his head to lay kisses on the tops of both of my breasts. He used one finger to pull the cup down on one until my nipple was exposed to his hot, wet mouth. His tongue flicked at the tight bud and switched to the under, doing the same thing, until I was shaking beneath his hands. I cried out softly and tunneled my fingers through his hair wanting more of what he was willing to give.

I reached my own hands down to lift up his shirt, revealing abs and pecs more toned than I had even thought. They were dusted with a slight sprinkling of brown hair and I nearly panted at the sight. I broke away from his touch long enough to trail hot kisses down his abdomen and to wear his jeans started. I then slowly undid the belt at his waist and undid his jeans as well, sliding my hand in them to pull his stiff rod out of his boxer briefs. I salivated at the sight of the steely length of him.

A low growl bingöl escort came through Bryce’s throat as I kissed the tip of his cock. I slowly let my tongue trail over the head of him, licking the pre-cum off that had gathered there. My good hand cupped his length and I stroked him up and down a few times before sliding my hot, wet mouth over his length until he touched the back of my throat.

I forced down the reflex to gag and swallowed until his length was completely engulfed in my mouth and throat, where I started sliding up and down. As I did this, I reached down to cup his heavy sac in my hand and rolled his balls softly around. After just a few minutes of this Bryce pulled me up whispering

“Baby, if you keep that up I’m gonna be done wayy too soon”. I smiled at this and led him towards my bedroom where we both fell to my bed. Bryce’s fingers trailed down my stomach and slid into the waistband of my own jeans where his fingers encountered the already soaking wet slit of my sex. Giving head had always been a turn on for me and that proved it.

A whimper escaped my mouth as two of his long fingers plunged into my depths and began stroking inside of me. Within seconds I felt on the brink of cumming and Bryce didn’t disappoint. I immediately tumbled over the edge of sanity and into bliss. I remember screaming Bryce’s name as I came and his low chuckle at how easy it was to get me off. After I came back to Earth I then shucked my jeans and underwear as he lost his as well.

Bryce was then on top of me, his shaft nudging at the entrance of my sex, seeking entrance. I opened my legs wide and felt him plunge in. I moan loudly at the same time that he did. He filled me so completely and I was so tight around him I didn’t think I could survive it. Bryce began with slow, deep strokes and gradually increased the pace until he was hammering into my pliant body.

I reached up and nipped his shoulder lightly to stifle my scream of ecstasy. Bryce was planting hot kisses all along my exposed throat column and neck as he hammered into me. I could feel his hot cock throbbing inside of my canal and I felt myself starting to clench around him. I was growing close to my second orgasm when I heard Bryce mumble a question.

“Is it safe for me to cum in you baby?” he asked and I nodded quickly. That seemed to be what he needed to hear as he plunged rapidly into me four more times and then spilled his hot seed into me. The feeling of him shooting into my pussy was enough to push me over the edge. I screamed as I tumbled over the edge once again. Bryce’s body slick with sweat, dropped on top of me and we kissed tenderly as our pulses returned to normal. After a few minutes, Bryce excused himself to my guest bath as I went to the master bath and we both cleaned ourselves up. Just as I was exiting the bathroom I heard him on the phone.

“They found him? Sure we will be there ASAP”. He then came into my bedroom. “Get dressed babe, they found the creep who struck you, we are going to go have a word with him” he said as he leaned in and kissed my lips.

Quickly we donned our clothes and headed out the door. Bryce used his flashing lights to get through the streets quickly, my heart hammering about as fast as he was driving. He reached over and squeezed my clammy hand.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m here with ya, nothing is going to happen except we are going to lock this asshole up”. I smiled at this just as we pulled up to the police station. Bryce never let go of my hand as we walked inside, where I expected to see some old, fat truck driver, but instead, to my utter shock, I saw my abusive ex boyfriend, sitting in a chair in handcuffs…

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Lars, 18, is going to join the Army. His world is turned upside down with an after-party realization from farm girl, Daisy Foster, who secretly is love with him. Sparks fly. The World ignites.

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Daisy’s Secret Love for Lars

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PART 1 — The Present

Stateside and Scared to Death

I’m sitting in a diner in the little town of Fort Montgomery, New York. I am not far from Danbury, Connecticut, where I grew up. My house is actually in Brookfield, but I knew the whole area well. I push around the stained, empty coffee cup. I nod for a refill which seems odd to me as I am used to just servicing myself at the base. I am wearing an Army surplus t-shirt, faded jeans, boots, and have my old Boston Bruins cap next to me. The waitress in her tight skirt smiles at me and disappears into the kitchen. I notice her tight ass wiggle. I smile and think, I wish.

The army would get in the way. I am a soldier. What the hell am I saying?

Who in their right mind would want a guy like me? Hell, I’ve been away from the States for over fourteen months not to mention Basic Training, then the wait, then the posting to Active Duty.

God, maybe close to eighteen months. Man.

I just don’t know about committing to someone. I sort of fucked-up leaving Brookfield, Connecticut but I am getting ahead of myself.

I sigh. I am back from active duty. Oh, yeah, I already said that.

Right now, I feel a range of emotions. I was brought up to be a positive person, not an emotionless dumb fuck. Hell, in my job, it’s all about getting the right solution to every situation.

I do not carry malice for my fellow humans. I have learned to protect them, to nurture them, and to serve them well. I didn’t get into the Army with negative ideas. I got into the Army to make my dad proud, to make me something I wasn’t in High School and to shape me as a person. I even said to the recruiting officer, I would not mind working towards being an officer.

So now.

God, where do I start?

My unit flew in three days ago, and we unloaded at Fort Bragg. We were all itching to go on leave, and taste civilian life again, get back with family and loved ones. I signed my paperwork for leave. Many of us did. We had chow and games and then lights out at our leisure. I was so tired I slept right up to 0500. Sarge came in and in his gruff manner told all to fuck off. It was music to our ears. So I signed out, rented a car, and took off.

I found myself in a gas station questioning my relationships as I filled up the red Toyota Corolla. Two weeks on leave. It seems surreal all this stunning greenery and busy lives buzzing past me. The dust, the heat, the cold, the rocks, the sweat of Afghanistan. Fourteen months of active duty, and now I am having a nervous fit, making my way home.

I flick through my new cellphone that is Army surplus. I remember my sister’s number by heart. Should I ring it? Do I ring Mom’s cell?

I call Mom.

Several buzzes. “Hello?”

“Hey, Mom, it’s me. How are you?”

My Mom squeals. “Lars!”

A big thunk. A scratching sound. “Are you okay baby?”

“Yeah, Mom. Just got back from active duty.”

“You Stateside?”

“Yes. I’m coming home. I am sorry I couldn’t let you know in advance. We were in tight. Hard to get the news out.”

“The Army needs way better ways to keep our families happy!”

“Seriously Mom I’ll tell you all about it later. I am sorry. Okay. It’s nice to hear your voice.”

“Same. You sound sad, honey, how about Mama’s chili?”

“Just tired. A Burger and your curly fries would be great.”

“Coming right up. Luna is here, she has come down. I’ll hand it over.”

My sister. My Luna. Holy shit. It’s been a long time. I can’t talk to her. I haven’t answered much of her letters. Shit. I hang up.

The phone buzzes seconds later. I stare at it. Shit oh, shit.

“Hello.”

“Hey, dumbass, how are you? I am so glad you are back,” Luna says through tears. I can hear how her throat is sticking, and she is sniffling. “You okay?”

I hold back my tears. Shit, this is hard.

“I am okay, Luna. Nice to hear your voice. Look I am in Fort Montgomery having a coffee and will be back in less than hour okay.”

Sniffles. A laugh.

“We all can’t wait.”

I get the shakes. “We?”

“My girlfriend, mom, and me, stupid.”

Dumbass me. Right. The last letter I had was over six months ago. Right, okay, her name is Kimberly. Shit oh shit.

“So how is Mom and um, Kim?”

“We are all great. Oh, Lars, I can’t wait to see you, hurry up dumbass.”

I laugh.

“Okay, leaving now.”

“Hey, Lars.”

“What?”

“Are you going to see Blair?”

Holy mother of something. She doesn’t know we broke up. She doesn’t know about Daisy balıkesir escort or any of that stuff.

“I um, sure.”

“Okay, cya soon.”

I put the phone down and wipe tears from the side of my face. The waitress comes by and refills my water. She looks at my tattoo on my right forearm.

“Army boy, huh. I thought so. I know what’s it’s like. My brother is in the Navy, and my boyfriend is an Engineer.”

“How do you cope, you know your boyfriend?”

“We get by. I miss him, heaps. He’s on Active Duty right now.”

“Where?”

“Afghanistan.”

“That’s where I was five days ago.”

She sits down across from me. I notice she has deep brown eyes and they light up. “How bad is it?”

I take a sip of water. “The Engineers, hell all of us have good and bad days. I mean I’m in what they call a Stryker Team. It’s a different world over there. It’s not all about what the media keeps telling you. We do long hours. We interact with the local population, it’s peacekeeping with occasional times where we meet insurgents. Keep in touch with him, that’s important.”

Stupid me over there, beating myself up over all the dumb things. I really kept thinking of one girl. One girl that blew my mind and put me into a state of otherworldliness. But I left. What bullshit could a girl go through to keep me as her man? Oh, listen to me. I should take on my own advice.

She gets up and nods. I notice there are tears in her eyes. I get up and put the change on the table. I give her a hug.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m Corporal Lars Kristov. I’m home for two weeks now. If you need to talk, let me know. I live over in Brookfield. I grab her pen and write down my number.

She kisses me on the cheek.

“I’m Jackie. Thanks, Lars. That means so much to me. I bet you can’t wait to hug your girl!”

Her words hit me like a battering ram straight to the chest.

My girl.

I sort of have a girl. I think.

I kind of do.

I sort of fucked-up. I think.

Why would she still want me?

I kind of missed the boat on that one.

Fuck.

Her name is so worth mentioning. It’s a name that I say before I go to sleep every night.

Daisy.

Damn it.

Daisy.

You have rocked my world. And my emotions are all about you. Damn it.

I don’t answer straight away, so she fills in the gap. “She must be a lucky girl. You going to surprise her?”

I feel all knotted she is right. “Yeah.”

“Have a nice day, Lars.” She waves at me.

I feel suddenly awkward. “You too, Jackie. Take care.”

I walk out to the Corolla. My mind is full. Damn it, Lars, you need to go there.

You have to.

You know you do.

Your heart is full of love.

Damn it.

She is everything.

So how do I explain it all to her?

I mouth the three words that have been haunting me for such a long time:

I love her.

The angel from Heaven.

Damn it.

Rewind a bit.

Let me explain.

I am a Corporal Lars Kristov. I know I already said that.

I joined the Army four days after Graduation. I did the ASVAB test with ease. I was sent to Basic Training and worked my butt off. I passed out of there in the top 5%. I was stationed at Fort Bragg. I got assigned to 2nd Stryker Brigade Combat Team 27th Brigade to replace 102nd Airborne Division’s 1st Brigade Combat Team. I have been on active duty for fourteen months. My Unit has been locked in a valley in Afghanistan for over six months. We ended up getting out of there and getting back to Bagram Airfield-BAF. Our de-brief lasted for a while, then the unit was broken up and made into a new “Special” Unit called Stryker 3, 21 Special Group. My commander put me in the new Special Group for my bravery, leadership, and team-building skills. I patted myself on the back because I knew my father would be so proud of me if he were alive.

My real dad was in the Marine Corps. Served twelve years. Then he got killed on active duty. So basically, my mom, Faith brought me and my sister Luna up. My mom didn’t remarry just went into a casual relationship a few years after Dad died, with the Principal of Brookfield Elementary School.

I scratch my three-day growth.

The only problem is I have pushed away from the one thing that drives my head wild.

Daisy Foster. I haven’t really had much contact with her since I left the States and I feel so guilty about that.

Her riveting green eyes. They pierce the soul with a simple look.

The body. Carved out of pure beauty a 5″7′, 119 pounds 34C- 24-32 shapely, fit, athletic body.

The smile. The laugh. The voice. The giggle. All to die for.

Daisy Foster.

Why didn’t I stay?

I must be mad.

Then there is my love for my mom and lovely sister Luna. Did they deserve me to leave them and go a fight a war on the other side of the world?

Damn it all to hell.

A World I Once Knew Evaporates

PART 2 — The Past

Back in High School, I had just started bartın escort my senior year, and I was only a week into my 18th year when I started going with the cute soccer captain 18yr old Blair Winston, a stunning deep wavy brown hair girl. I was quite inexperienced with girls. Her 32C-22-30 body was fit and toned. She met me when I went to a Cosplay Party a couple of buddies of mine threw. We hit it off straight away.

The first date she blurted out, “Have you had your dick sucked before?” Then proceeded to stare at my large bulge in my pants all night until she unzipped my jeans and told me my cock was a gift from heaven. The second date, she wore a dress and no panties. In no time at all, I had my face deep into her soaking wet pussy and being told how to lick and tease a clit. She then blew me like I was her last guy in the world. I didn’t complain. The third date she demanded we fuck. She taught me how to fuck and treat a woman that night, it was incredible. I came four times, 3 in her pussy and once in her mouth. I was a goner for this crazy girl.

So by my third date with Blair, my virginity was wiped away clean. She had lots of experience and was cocky, in your face, proud and demanding aggressively.

There would be many times when she would just blurt out something crazy usually when I was eating some curly fries.

Well, she was determined to teach me how to last all night. She loved the fact I was a fast learner and had a huge cock. That really turned her on. I loved it. She said my cock was like a fucking piston. She took pictures of my cock in her mouth, in her hands, on her body, and in her body. She was obsessed. She insisted on measuring it, which ended up being 9.5 inches.

I was pleasantly surprised that my anonymous cock had thousands of likes on her platforms. She even uploaded a video of her deep throating me on Pornhub. Currently is has ticked over 380 000 views.

After Blair’s initiation into sex, I started watching porn like crazy. I had watched it before, but now I was addicted. I started seeing myself as a porn star.

Anyway, Blair and I explored every position possible. She bought a small Kama Sutra book and demanded we try all the positions. I didn’t mind, and we had lots of fun fucking like rabbits. Her big turn on was to tease the shit out of me. It was crazy.

Then there was my sister, Luna.

Out of nowhere, she exploded into a guy magnet. She went from average at 18 to knock-out model by 19. She had an average body but hours and hours at the gym and going on a Paleo diet transformed Luna into everyone’s lustful dreams. She even started getting tips and tricks from Blair on how to tease. Their endless chatting, either in person or online, drove me up the wall.

Luna would ask me — do guys … would a guy … if you were a girl …

Then Blair dropped a bomb.

Blair found out my sister is not into guys at all, she identified as a lesbian. I actually was shocked at first, but when I thought about it, it made total sense. Her best friend Fiona or Fi as we called her was always dropping hints and making jokes about girls and they were always sleeping in the same bed when she came over for sleepovers. Blair also found out that my sister liked having a threesome. All girl threesomes. Wow, I thought I am living in a house with a sister one year older than me and a lesbian nympho!

Anyway, after Luna finished High School, College was not her thing, so she kept promoting her organic beauty products through her website, Instagram, and Youtube channel and had become quite popular and successful.

This is where it gets complicated.

Luna walked in on me. Oh, man, it was so embarrassing!

I have never sexually thought of my sister. That stuff is just wrong end of the story. But I do understand why she got all the attention.

The problem was I had a cock that got hard at a photo of a hot chick or a couple kissing. I was so horny all the time. Luna could see that and would laugh at me and tell jokes in front of Mom. Mom kept saying it’s just a natural thing for a boy to go through. Eventually, it will go away. That advice did not convince me at all. Anyway, I avoided any embarrassing moments until my sister walked in on me.

Ug, it was so horrific.

I was showering and slowly stroking my long cock. I was imaging Blair going crazy all over my shaft. One of her favorite things to do was use no hands. She called it “no hands job,” and she was insanely good at it.

So I am enjoying myself, lost in my sex dream and with no warning at all, Luna struts in wearing an only a towel.

“Oh, you’re in here!”

I jump out of my skin and spin round. “Can you like, get out Luna!” I hiss.

She comes up to the glass. “Blair was right, you do have a BIG cock!”

She laughs like a child. I freak out. My cock is still rock hard, my hand is still slowly stroking, so the fear hasn’t made me limp.

I turn slightly to her. “Go the fuck away.”

“It doesn’t bother me just keep stroking.” She puts her mouth on the steamy batman escort glass and kisses it.

I freeze. Luna drops her towel and wiggles her butt at me, giggles and leaves.

At that moment all the pent up frustration reached a crescendo. I stroked like a madman. I am not sure if getting caught by my sister added to the pent up excitement or not but I cum spurtling a massive load all over the glass. Rivulets of cum snaked down the glass.

I actually thought I have died and gone to hell.

After that, I was so ashamed of myself. I couldn’t bring myself to face her. Days turned into weeks when finally she plopped down on my bed and spoke to me.

“You have a healthy sex life, right?”

I nod. “Yeah.” I pressed pause on my game.

“I know because Blair keeps telling me.”

“Not the finer details I hope.”

Luna slapped me on the arm. “Wow, where did you get arms like that?”

“You know I am training for the Army, right?”

“Oh that. Anyway, don’t be ashamed of the shower incident. I was just fucking around.”

I blushed and look at her. Her blue eyes are so compelling. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s natural. It’s not like you were thinking of me!”

I looked at her, scrunching up my face. “Gross, no. Blair definitely.”

“See then, natural.” She punched me again, and I don’t move.

“I did um, you know.”

“I know. Again, natural. At least you haven’t seen me, huh. That would be weird.” She laughs.

I sighed and let out a little chuckle. “Are we good, you don’t hate me.”

“Fuck no. That’s just childish shit. Oh, by the way when you go to Lake Party, take bug spray.”

“Why?”

“I was down there two nights ago, my ass is covered.”

“I see. With who?”

“Can’t reveal the big secret. Let’s say she is amazing.”

I laugh. “Guys off the table, huh?”

She laughed at that comment. Her perfect white teeth are so um, perfect. “Yes, definitely. Donny Welbeck was a douchebag and couldn’t get it up and smelt of cigar smoke,” she says.

“He smoked cigars?”

“Yes. It was gross.”

“Maybe he turned you on to girls!”

Luna whacked me again. Wow, no power at all. “No dumbass I knew like in Grade 8. I definitely knew in my Freshman year.” She looks at her cell. “Shit got to fly, say hi to Blair. Oh, by the way, I saw her talking to that Linebacker dude, Frankie whatshisname in Walmart, they looked pretty friendly, just saying.”

With that bit of gossip, my flighty sister spun out of my room, and I heard her car zoom off not long after.

This is where it gets weird.

A text message appeared on my phone. I looked at it, and my eyes bug out.

F my ass is yours

Is F for Frankie or Fuck?? I knew I had to get to the bottom of this. Luna wasn’t just shooting off shit.

Fast forward to the Lake Party.

It was supposed to be the party to say good-bye to senior year. It turned into the party from hell. I got drunk because Blair was not in the mood for sex and kept pushing me away.

I eventually managed to corner her, and we talked.

It did not go down well.

The conversation went something like this:

“So, what is F?” I say.

“What the fuck are you talking about Lars?” She only calls me Lars when she is pissed.

“My phone. You sent me a message F my ass is yours!”

She looks at me like I am the biggest idiot. “I did not.”

I show her my phone. Her face scrunches up and throws the phone down.

“Fuck you, Lars.”

“Fuck me. F is for Freddie. Luna saw you and Freddie in Walmart. Why I thought we had something going on?”

Blair stares at the ground for a lifetime. I drain my beer. “Are you going to say something, Blair.”

“You are fucking her, aren’t you?” Blair stares at me, her eyes ablaze with anger.

My head explodes. I can feel thousands of pieces of my mind on the grass in front of us. What the?? I haven’t fucked anyone, but Blair isn’t that obvious.

“You I am fucking, yes. Like nearly every day. But her, who the hell are you talking about?”

“Black hair, green eyes, y’know Farm Girl. Jesus LARS YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID.”

I step forward and grab her arm. “Why would I want to cheat on you?”

“Fucking liar.” She slaps me across the face and walks towards the mass of others dancing and singing. I grab my left cheek. The sting lingers. I hear, yell out, “I fucking hate you, Lars.”

The words cut deep into me. Now that my head is in pieces, I cannot work out what is going on, so I grab another can next to my truck and crack it open. Blair’s best friend Rose walks around the back of my truck holding a beer can. She works on an orchard a couple of hours from here. She is wearing a t-shirt that says I hate the City, tight jeans and cowboy boots. She is cool.

“Couldn’t help but hear the yelling.”

“Sorry about that,” I muster.

“I care for Blair, but she’s gone too far. Can I sit down?”

I nod. She sits down on a log. She takes a swig and continues.

“It’s all about Daisy Foster.”

My mind goes blank.

“Farmgirl. Jet black hair, green eyes. Religious type. Doesn’t show off much. Head in a book, likes wearing dungarees, Daisy!”

I am foggy. I shake my head.

“Shit your brain is fried Lars. What with your training, your kickboxing, and fucking Blair do you notice any other shit?”

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I picked Lucas up at 7:30PM Tuesday evening. He got in, and turned to me. His beard was full, and bushy. He had thick eyebrows, which framed his dark brown, almost black eyes. He had a receding hairline, which he combed off to one side, with the sides and back trimmed short. He had on a low cut t shirt, which showcased his sweaty, and lightly hairy chest. His denim shorts were cuffed, exposing a bony knee, and muscular calves, with bunched socks and motorcycle boots. I liked this one.

We headed back up town, and went in through the garage entrance. The back elevator was quiet, yet we spoke not a word. He stepped off to the side, when the doors opened, and I led the way down to my apartment. Upon entry, I stopped and turned, as he closed the door behind him.

“Strip.”

He paused slightly, then peeled his t shirt off, over his smooth body, save for the patch of chest hair, and a thin happy trail. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, exposing a raven black bush, and slid them off. He had an average dick, and enormous balls. He was uncircumsized. Delicious.

I turned away, and ordered him to follow. My platform L.A.M.B. Boots, echoing their heavy trod throughout the hall. My leather pleated shorts swished slightly against my bare ass, and my denim shirt begged for relief, tightly casing my breasts. I entered my spacious bathroom, as he followed closely behind. In the studio lighting, he looked modelesque, with his cheekbones and jawline perfectly shadowed from above. I had a set of clippers and razor blade on the vanity. I turn on the clippers and kneel before him. He doesn’t make a sound, as I trim away his thick mass of black pubes. I massage his shaft with my left hand, while I trim with the right. He’s hardening beneath my fingertips. I carefully trim around the base of his shaft and balls, watching them flex slowly with the vibrations. I imagine my mouth around each one. Soft. Plump. Tempting…

I finish trimming off his happy trail, and reach for the razor. I use a small amount of shaving gel, and lather it slowly into his crotch and around his balls. He grows even more, as the gel lubricates and warms his manhood. I slowly shave his balls, and around the shaft, leaving a trimmed shadowing upward, throughout his crotch. I stand and turn to wet a cloth, in warm water. Kneeling before him again, I slowly wipe at the remaining gel, and he rises even more. I can see a hint of head, through the folds of wrinkled foreskin. Good boy.

I take Lucas by the hand, and lead him to the bedroom. I have a bottle of warming gel, on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

“Undress me.”

He slowly unbuttons my shirt, as my breasts freely expand. He stares briefly at them, purposely sliding his palms across my erect nipples, as he pulls my shirt down over my shoulders. I see a twinkle in his eye, as he unfastens my leather shorts, letting them drop to the floor. I step out, and raise my right leg, brushing my knee up the underside of his completely hard dick. His body flexes as he catches his breath. I point at my boot, and he kneels to unzip them.

I step afyon escort out of my boots, and stand just short of his beard. He looks down on me with a smirk. I turn and grab the first warming oil from the collection, and turn, squeezing a small portion into my right palm. I keep eye contact with him, as I grab his (now enormous) manhood, lathering it up with warming oil. He licks his lips lightly, and I see his eyes losing focus. He closes his lids, as his lips part.

“Open your eyes.”

He looks confused, as he looks back down at me. Little beads of sweat appear on his forehead. Even my palm feels hot, as I swish my fist up and down his thick, long shaft. I stop, and run my thumb back and forth over his exposed head. His body arches slightly, and his hands instinctively move forward in protest, but he stops himself, eyes fluttering.

“You want me to stop?”

He nods, and closes his eyes, turning his head to one side. His dick is bobbing up and down now, and his face is flushed. I reach down, and lather my pussy with my gel covered hand. He stares down, watching me fondle myself, his dick twitching with every heart beat. I move closer to him, and turn.

“Place your dick between my thighs, but do not enter me.”

He moves closer to me, and squats slightly. I feel the oily head of his dick slide from my ass, through my thighs, brushing my engorged lips. I close my eyes, and bit my lip. So tempting…I feel his dick throbbing beneath my pussy. I spread my thighs slightly, parting my lips. His breath his hot against my back, my hair is off to one side.

I press my weight down, spreading my lips around the top of his throbbing shaft. I move my body back and forth, creating friction between our most tender organs. He lets out a moaning sigh, as I work myself back and forth. I feel even my ass gaping, begging for entry. I look down to see inches of dick exposed, past my sliding pussy. I feel myself become light headed, as I lean back into his body. His sweaty chest flexing in and out with his breath. I stop, and push against him. He reaches out instinctively, hands at my waist. I push him away, and turn to him. My pussy is purring and my ass is lustful.

I have a change of plans, and arch over the edge of the bed, propping against my forearms. My legs are parted, as I look behind. He’s staring, lustfully at my ass. I feel the gusts of breeze from the overhead fan, against the warming gel covered parts of me. I’m begging inside for him to enter me.

“You may enter me.”

He moves forward, quickly placing his hands on my cheeks, and parting them. He slowly pushes the head of his dick into my anal passage, as my ass lips part for him. I turn and close my eyes, feeling him seamlessly move deeper into me. He slides back out, repeating his slow motion of entry. I’m flexing my ass muscles, as he slides in again and again. He’s moaning softly, with every entry. After a few seconds, we develop a smooth rhythmic motion, and he’s fucking me perfectly. Not too hard, or soft. The slick sounds of my ass accepting his dick, aydın escort echo into the hall. I feel my pussy vibrate with every move of his dick. I reach down, hooking three fingertips under my hood, flicking rapidly.

I cum in just a few seconds, dripping down my thighs and legs. He’s still fucking my ass, and I lean back, placing my back against his chest. He stops fucking, and places his hands around my abs. I’m shaking against him, as he reaches down, placing his flat palm over my quivering lips, juice flows freely against his hand. He methodically runs his palm in a circular motion around my engorged lips as I feel his dick flexing inside of my ass. I’m breathing heavily as he speeds his hand motion. I cum again, pushing copious amounts of juice out, coating my entire thighs and legs in my own orgasm.

He’s breathing heavy against my neck, and his dick flexes strongly within me. I move forward, pulling away from him, as his dick loudly pops out of me. I turn and take his shaft in my hand. I jerk him quickly, and rhythmically as he closes his eyes, and parts his lips.

“Open your eyes.”

He slowly opens them, as they glaze over. He can’t close his mouth, and he’s sweating from every pore in his face. I suddenly let go of his shaft, as he hunches over, breathing loudly. I slap him across the face, and he turns, with his eyes open wide.

“Back against the bed post.”

He leans against the post nearest us, and I retrieve some velvet roping from my chest of drawers. I tie his hands behind him, and lasso his waist to the post. He stares straight ahead, exhausted. I come back around, squirting more gel into my palm.

I kneel before him, and quickly jerk his shaft, pulling at his balls with my free hand. He starts to moan again, his breathing quickening. I let go of his balls, and start to palm the head of his dick. He lets out a groan, and gasp.

“Ahh! Fffff…Ms..Gggggg…”

“Quiet.”

He bites his lip, with his head down, sweating dripping down onto my arms and breasts. I continue my motions and let go with both hands. His dick jumps up and down freely, his balls high, and as tight as their size will allow. I look up, as sweat drips in mass amounts from his face. His eyes shut tightly closed, his mouth gaping open. He’s licking his lips and whimpering like a bitch.

I take oil up my left hand, and reach under his balls, working my middle finger into his ass hole. He raises his head against the railing, and exhales loudly. I hook my finger, and probe against the hard ridge of muscle and tissue, surround his prostate. He dick is flexing calmly now, and his balls are still tight. I take his shaft in my right hand, and slowly work my fist up and down, in rhythm with my left finger, probing his insides. I expose the head, and retract the skin over it repeatedly. His moaning increases in volume and length, and I prop up, and place my lips around the exposed head of his dick. I continue working both hands, as I flick my tongue over the head.

He whimpers loudly, and continues moaning, almost crying for ağrı escort relief. I continue in slow motion, as he tries to slump down, the roping stops at the etched ridges in the post, allowing very little room to move. He starts to shake as he weeps for me to let him cum. I slow my motions even more, and his legs part, as he lifts his left leg to hook his foot at the bed post. He continues to drip sweat, as he hangs his head, weeping, and shaking. I slide my finger out of his ass, and make a ring around his balls, pulling them down. He cries out briefly, and moans for me to let him cum.

“Pleeeeeease…pl…pleeaaa…Mmmmm…Fuccckkkkkk…”

I push my lips completely around his head, pushing back his foreskin, and hooking them tightly around the ridge of his dick head. I suck hard, and quicken my fist over his shaft.

“Ohhh…fuck yesssss…Goddd…Fuuuuuu”

He shoots hard into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, and filling me quickly with his load. I loosen my lips, allowing my cheeks to expand, as he floods my mouth with his sweet tasting cum. I breathe through my nose calmly, with my eyes closed. I close my throat off, and expand my cheeks. He continues to cum, and I move my mouth away, lips closed. He’s coating my lips and chin with his sweet smelling manjuice, as I continue to jerk his dick. I stand up suddenly, and grab his face, putting my lips to his, my hands tightly holding him in place. He gulps frantically, swallowing the cum from my mouth, breathing rapidly through his nostrils.

I open my eyes, to see him staring directly into mine, in a look of shock and amazement. He’s still swallowing, as I empty my mouth of his content. When I’m sure he’s had enough, I let go of him, a string of cum connecting our lips. He licks his, breaking the bond, and I kneel back down. Cum is still oozing out of his throbbing dick head, and I take him in my mouth, and suck him dry. He has the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted, and I smoothly ease it out, sucking sloppily at his head. I pull it out, and wipe the head around my lips and chin, coating his head with the leftover cum. I feel him shutter quietly, as I stimulate his dick head against my mouth.

He’s still rock hard, as I untie his hands and waist.

“On the bed.”

He obediently crawls onto my bed, as I mount his throbbing dick. I feel him slide all the way into me, as my soft lips brush against the prickly stubble of pubes I’ve left on him. I grind myself back and forth, feeling my orgasm rush up quickly. I hold myself on edge for a few seconds, and then hunch over, and feel myself explode with orgasm, all over his freshly sucked dick. I plant my hands on his chest, and I jerk my hips back and forth, building up another quickie, and cum again. I collapse on his chest, and roll over, his large, meaty dick pulling out of me, with a loud swish. I’m exhausted, and trembling, as I feel his hand caress my abs and work up toward my breasts.

“You may go.”

He moves his hand, and pauses momentarily, then slides off the edge of the bed. I watch as he leaves my room, his dick bobbing up and down before him. I hear the rumple of fabric, as he hurriedly dresses, and the stomp of his feet, as he slides into his boots. The door closes, and the quiet comes. I sit up, and inhale the smell of sex and cum, sliding off the edge of my bed. I may have this one back again.

Ms. G

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“So different in the winter,” he thought, as he descended the lake bank and shoed out onto the drifted snow. In the summer, there’d be the gulls overhead and the sound of calling loons, and a cooling breeze coming off the water.

“Well there’s a ‘cooling’ breeze today, too,” he chuckled to himself. “Gets much cooler, it’s gonna to be a pretty uncomfortable walk across.”

At what would in warmer weather have been the water’s edge, he stopped and looked out toward the far shore, maybe five miles away. He could just make out the cabin and the bush that surrounded it, well above the lake. The poplar trees stood like skeletons against the deep blue sky and the occasional spruce added a little colour to the otherwise drab winter world.

The slant of the sunlight emphasised the wind-sculpted snowdrifts with shadows and the reflected light to the west and northwest was blinding. All around him was a winter wonderland, the glitter of snow particles carried by the wind. The shoreline to his right was still in bright sunlight, that to the left almost a silhouette in the lengthening shadows of the trees, behind which the sun would soon set.

“Don’t stay up long, this time of year,” he mused.

Out on the lake the brisk wind swirled the snow into tornado-like twisters that danced along toward him, breaking up and reforming in constant motion, some reaching what looked to be 20 or 30 feet into the air above the snow covered ice. The wind was picking up.

“A blow comin’,” he thought to himself. “Wonder if there’s snow with it?” He could see dark clouds just above the tree-line on the opposite shore, and he could have sworn those clouds weren’t there as he came down the trail only minutes earlier.

Feeling a sense of urgency to get underway, he realized that the wind and clouds had him spooked a bit. However, there was nothing to do but go on; it was too late to turn back even if he had wanted to.

Putting his head down into the wind (had it picked up even more?) he set out across the frozen lake, his snowshoes whispering as they slid forward through the grainy snow.

Only a few minutes later he realized that the wind was getting to his face and neck through his parka, and he stopped to adjust it. He brought the zipper up from under his chin and out along the tube of his hood, until the world shrank to a four-inch, fur-trimmed hole that extended about six inches from the tip of his nose. Fumbling with his heavy mitts, he closed the flap at his neck and tested it, making sure the snap caught.

Already he could feel the difference on his face. His trapped breath warmed the air inside the tube and the cold he’d felt on his neck was now blocked by the closed zipper and the flap. Feeling more comfortable, he started up again; the sound of the snowshoes was gone now and the vapour from his breath swirled upward past the fur at the end of his sight tube.

“Not much view with the hood out like this,” he thought. Then he laughed out loud, remembering the day he’d bought the parka at the Bay store. He’d seen it on sale early on in the Fall and tried it on. The temperature in that old store must have been 75 plus and nothing would do in his mind but to pull the zipper all the way up like he had it now. He’d wanted to see what vision area he’d have, so he pulled that damned zipper all the way to the end.

Satisfied that it would give him enough to get by on, he began to open it up again. It was hot inside the store, and a down-filled parka, in a place that was already too warm for comfort, wasn’t something to keep on any longer than you had to. That’s when the bloody zipper had stuck!!

He’d kept working at it but it didn’t want to open. So there he was, all bundled up in a parka built for 50 below, in a room that was 75 above and it was getting hot as hell in there. Mind you, his contortions trying to get that zipper to work and a bit of a sense of panic sure as hell didn’t do much to cool things down either. He remembered seeing the store shelves out the end of the tube and having to adjust his head up and down, left and right, if he wanted to see where he was going. The old store was just chocker block full of all kinds of goods and the aisles narrow and crooked. He heard a voice somewhere on his left, aksaray escort asking if he needed some help, but it took a lot longer than he’d expected to locate the body the voice was coming from.

He could feel the heat inside that parka building up, the sweat forming under his hair, and the more he tugged and pulled at that motherin’ zipper, the hotter and more frustrated and he got. Several times he had to take a deep breath and try to calm himself down. Being inside that parka, with the limited view of the world around him, was sort of like being caught in an underground pipe; what little he could see looked far away, and there seemed no way out of it.

It had taken a good fifteen minutes, with the help of a couple of sales clerks, to finally get the zipper undone and get out of that parka. He remembered being wet with sweat by the time he was out of it, greying hair plastered to his skull, beads of sweat dripping off his nose and running down his flushed face.

The sales clerk had been astounded when he’d bought the damned parka anyway, but it was a good bargain and he knew that a little wax on the zipper would fix it up fine.

Lost in his thoughts as he was, he was still aware of his progress, the blast of the wind against his body, and the fact that visibility was dropping quickly in the swirling snow. Aiming his sight tube up a bit, he tried to make out the opposite shore and was shocked to find that he couldn’t see it, except as momentary glimpses through the wind-driven snow. Then he realized that the cloud bank he’d noticed just above the skyline fifteen minutes ago was now taking up fully half of the sky ahead.

“Looks bad…that’s a blizzard comin’ down,” he said out loud. “Better get a move on. Still got a long way to go.”

Bearing down into the wind (he could hear it now, even from inside the tube), he pushed on, willing his feet to move more quickly. He knew that speed was important, but if he tripped up now he’d just lose more time than he had gained… and he knew that he had to avoid working up a sweat; that could be deadly if he was forced to stop out here in the open wind.

The chill of the wind was beginning to get to him. He could feel the cold penetrating the parka sleeves and his arms were feeling it in the joints.

“Damned wind must be hittin’ 40 mile ‘n hour, maybe even 50,” he thought to himself. Pulling his arms in toward his body, he hunched over more, head down into the wind. His vision was now a 4 inch sighting of his snowshoes gliding through the swirling snow beneath him, and even they were hidden in the wind whipped snow more often than not.

Glancing back up, he could see that the cloud was moving in even faster now; the bright sunlight all but gone, as the cloud moved out over the lake. As he looked up, tiny flakes of snow fell on his face, like hundreds of icy needles on his skin. He quickly looked ahead and down again, checking his direction at the same time.

Life became a moving picture of snowshoes sliding through his view area–a monotonous left, right, left, right… over and over again. Now and then he’d look up a bit to check direction, but as long as he kept the light (what was left of it) on his left and the wind pretty much in his face, he wouldn’t go too far wrong. He kept a constant pace, at a constant speed, as well as he could with that God-damned wind buffeting him.

As his limbs continued the mindless work of moving ahead on auto-pilot, his mind wandered back to three days ago, when he’d left the cabin. It was cold that day but the sun was shining and -25 was no big thing, with the air still and calm. Janey had stood in the doorway, just his old parka over her shoulders, and watched him leave. They’d just finished breakfast, as the sun pushed above the southeast horizon; that was just 8:30 in the morning these days.

Janey. Now there was a woman. So young and full of life, even tryin’ to talk him into havin’ kids. Well, by her, he sure as hell wouldn’t mind; the makin’ of them, that would be more than okay with him. God, she had a beautiful body. Slim but soft, strong but curvy in all the right places and, when she had him in her, that body just moved and squirmed and trembled, and her hands… oh God, those hands would make that old bear-fur rug stand up. And when she put them on him, well….

He imagined that it was her body pressing into him and not that damned cold wind, and he tried to remember the heat of her and how it felt….

“Come on boy,” he said out loud, “She’s close by now. Just keep movin’ those feet, we’ll be there in no time.”

The light was going fast. The cloud, black and rolling, was above him now and passing over the shore he’d left behind a while back. The sun was hidden and soon would be setting, and there would be no sight of the moon he’d hoped to have overhead in another hour.

The wind was gusting. Every now and then it would catch him a bit off centre and he’d stagger, trying amasya escort to brace against it. Then it would change course a bit and he’d have to change his stance to brace again. Meanwhile, he had to keep those feet moving, at a good steady pace–left, right, left, right, keep them sliding, brace the wind, angle now on that drift, up the steep, down the gradual. On and on and on it went; monotonous but necessary if he was to get across this windswept plain that he could just barely see in the fading light.

Stopping for a second, he took a good look around. The light was all but gone now and the world around him was a wall of swirling snow. Every few seconds he’d catch a glimpse of the dark shoreline, as the wind slacked and let the snow settle lake-ward, but then it would be gone again.

There was no sound other than the howling wind; everything else, even the sound of his breathing inside the tube, became lost in thathowl.

“Jimmy, m’friend, I think we got a problem,” he muttered–not that he could really hear it, but he did feel his lips move.

Looking around him again, he decided that although he couldn’t see much, there was no point in just standing there being buffeted by the wind. He started out again, head down, into the gale; left, right, left, right, keep them sliding, brace the wind, angle now on that drift, up the steep, down the gradual. Although it was hard work against that mother fuckin’ wind, he could feel the chill working into his body. His thighs and upper arms felt numb and he knew that, in a few minutes, he’d have to stop, turn his back to the wind, and let them warm up a little.

In the monotony of it, his mind began to wander again. What would little Janey be doing right about now? Probably making a lamb stew, he imagined; he could almost smell the aroma of it, cooking slowly in that big pot on the back of the wood stove.

“Man, that girl can cook!” he marvelled out loud.

She’d be expecting him sometime soon and this sudden blizzard would have her a bit worried. Had she been looking out the window earlier? Had she seen him coming out onto the lake? They kept a pair of good binoculars on the sill; maybe she’d seen him, knew he was on the way.

He could see little of the world around him but he knew that the wind-carried snow was swirling all around him in the almost semi-dark. The sun was setting now and the great black clouds he imagined overhead were blocking most of the remaining daylight. The drifts were getting harder and harder under his snowshoes, as the wind compressed the snow into compact ridges. He didn’t bother to look at his four-inch world any longer; there was nothing left to see other than snow. He concentrated on direction, pointing himself to where the cabin was and correcting instinctively each time the wind buffeted him off course.

His mind took him to the cabin; one large room, an enclosed porch and two good sized windows all facing south, overlooking the lake. On the back wall, he could see the fieldstone fireplace, with some laundry hanging from the racks to either side of it, and the fire, not large, mostly glowing embers, because with the wood stove going it would get too hot in there. The old bearskin rug covered the plank floor in front of the hearth and the long hairs reflected the light of the fire.

Many, many times they’d made love on that rug; he chuckled at the thought of Janey’s insistence that she have a towel under her beautiful butt so the old bear wouldn’t get crusty. He had no doubt that there was more than one crusty patch on that old rug, the way they rolled and thrashed around with one another.

ooooooooooooooo

He’d known her only a short time really, but Janey had become a large part of his life in the past several months. She’d wandered in, late one afternoon in the early Fall; just a haversack on her back, dark red hair piled up under her broad-brimmed hat, looking very young and very beautiful. She didn’t look a day over fourteen, with her small build and the old sloppy clothes she was wearing, but, he’d discovered later, she’d seen her eighteenth birthday late in August, before she’d decided she’d had enough of her step-dad hitting on her all the time.

Having lived in the bush most of her life, she’d decided to “get on out and see the world.” She’d travelled over 100 miles, following logging roads, staying with people here and there, before arriving at his place, hot and sweaty, that afternoon. He remembered the day she came by. It was one of those hot Indian Summer days, the kind that make you think that, just maybe, Winter’s not coming. There was no wind at all and the cabin was too warm to be inside.

Having finished all his chores, he was sitting on the stoop, just looking out over the flat lake, a cold beer at his side. He remembered thinking how beautiful the changing trees looked, reflected in the lake: a riot of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns against the deep blue of the water. Suddenly, antalya escort he heard a crackle of breaking sticks as something moved off to his right. He immediately thought “Bear” and wondered whether he could get to his rifle if he needed to.

When he looked in that direction, however, he caught sight of pant legs and boots rounding the corner of the path to the road, the rest of whoever it was shielded from view by the deep red of the bush. Several more flashes of boots and pants later, she came into view. Of course he didn’t know it was a ‘she’ right then, but whoever it was was quite short and slim-ish, as far as he could see.

“Hey there,” said a higher voice than he’d expected. “I was just headed to the lake for a drink. Didn’t see the cabin in here.”

“No problem,” he’d said “Go ahead. That path goes right to the shore.”

ooooooooooooooo

He stopped now and turned his back to the howling wind. His upper thighs and arms felt leaden and badly needed to be out of the wind for a bit. The cold had penetrated him to the bone, even through his thermal underwear.

“God damn it!” he thought. “Can’t stop for long here but got to get some warmth back into the old legs, before they stop movin’ completely.”

The wind and the snow it carried pressed his back, making it hard to stand; the direction kept switching so that he had to keep adjusting his weight to it. He hunkered down, knees bent, until his butt was just above the snowshoes, his large haversack and bedding roll bearing the brunt of the wind. He lowered his head and tried to relax. Looking down, he could watch the snow pile up on his heels and make weird, moving patterns as it swept around them, his snowshoes barely visible beneath.

“Don’t think of the cold!” he told himself. “Think of warm cabins, hot summer days, anything… but don’t think of the cold out here.”

ooooooooooooooo

His mind took him back again, to that fall day when Janey had arrived in his life. After the stranger had gone off down the trail, to the lake, he’d sat dozing in the shade of the lilac bush at his front door. He must have actually fallen asleep for a bit and only came to when his elbow slid off his thigh. Righting himself, he sat there half awake, eyelids at half-mast, enjoying the heat of the day, and unconsciously listening to the mud hens out on the still lake and the song-birds in the bush all around him.

“Best get the boat tied proper,” he thought.

He’d left it earlier, with a rope just wound around the dock post a couple of times. No need to tie it right then, with the air so still like this. Besides, he’d had to pee and was anxious to get to the outhouse, back of the cabin. Feller didn’t want to be pissin’ all over the place; wasn’t sanitary.

He mulled that over in his mind leisurely, smiling a little at the sight he must have made practically running up the steep path to the cabin, slapping the fish down on the cleaning table as he passed it, making a beeline for the outhouse. Finally, with a sigh, he hauled himself to his feet and, hitching his pants, started toward the lake.

His feet knew the way down that trail to the lake. No need to think, just let himself follow that well known path. He didn’t pause as he came to the gentler slope to the lake. He just walked on out toward the dock, his eyes and mind on the ropes he wanted to tie. He’d forgotten the visitor and didn’t see her until he was already at the foot of the dock.

Now there was no doubt about it at all. ‘It’ was a ‘her’….Couldn’t be otherwise, not with those pert little breasts hanging down there in front of her as, bending, side-on to him, she twisted the water out of her hair. No doubt of it either when presented with the sight of those lovely rounded hips and buttocks, clad only in wet white cotton panties.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her there, and his jaw dropped open in surprise. That must have presented quite a picture to her when she suddenly realized he was there, not more than 10 feet away.

For a moment her eyes widened, in shock, as she saw him there but then she relaxed, straightened up, and laughed out loud. The shock on his face must have been comical. She sensed he was harmless and, still laughing softly, simply turned her back on him, her smiling face watching him over her shoulder.

When his brain started working again, he closed his mouth, turned his back and retraced his steps across the beach and up the path, back to the cabin. He sat back down on the stoop again and, when the realization of what had happened hit him, he laughed out loud. From the beach, down the trail, came an echo of that laughter in a very girlish timbre.

He sat there for maybe half an hour, chuckling to himself and shaking his head, as he relived their encounter.

“My God,” he thought over and over. “On my own beach… mermaids!”

“An awful pretty mermaid, too!” he’d added, as his mind painted a picture of what he’d seen.

Later, when she came up from the lake, she was smiling (and dressed again, in her baggy clothes), as she came into view.

“Sorry,” she said. “Guess I forgot to lock the bathroom door.”

He laughed and apologized and they went on talking for about an hour, as the sun gradually got lower in the sky.

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