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They had talked, dreamed, fantasized, and mused about it for a year. What would it be like to meet, even once? They knew a tryst was risky on many levels. Both were faithful and committed to their partners. Would they risk it all to taste the sweet nectar of desire?

Patrick had business in Bali that would require him to stay for a weekend. When he checked into the hotel, he smiled with satisfaction. As requested, it was a suite with a patio that overlooked the ocean. He stepped out on the veranda and looked out at an ocean that was as a lovely sapphire- blue shade.

As Patrick looked out at the ocean he thought of his girl. He half-expected Isabelle to not show. He wouldn’t blame her, but the fire in his gut burned. He wanted her so badly.

She did it, and shocked herself in the process. It was a bold and ballsy move to fly to him. Isabelle deplaned and taxied to his hotel, still keeping the exact arrival time a secret.

The cabbie opened the trunk and a bellboy quickly carried her luggage to the lobby.

She looked into the hotel bar and there he was. He had a drink in his hand and he Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort was looking at his phone. When he glanced up, she smiled at him and Patrick’s heart pounded in his chest so loudly, he thought people near must hear.

They approached each other and embraced deeply. He pulled the lovely girl to his chest and lifted her into a bear hug that made her giggle.

He quickly tipped the bartender and secured a bottle of wine. With his hand on the small of her back, Patrick guided her to his room.

He opened the wine as she gazed out at the view. Pouring her a glass he walked up behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist. The other hand raised the glass to her lips.

She sighed and settled back in his warmth.

He began to nibble at her neck and whisper soft words of love, and sexy phrases in her ear.She slowly pressed her bottom back into his groin. What started as spark was quickly turning into conflagration.

Kissing her neck and shoulders passionately made her nipples harden in the cooler air of dusk. He lowered the straps of her pretty dress.

Patrick kneaded her firming nipples between his fingers. She pushed her curvy ass back deeper and teased him with subtle wiggling. His hardness grew until he was pulsating.

If Isabelle thought he was going to sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed, she was sorely mistaken.

He pressed her body forward and slowly raised the hem of her sundress dress. Isabelle’s panties were lowered by inches as he exposed her on the balcony.

Isabelle was nervous and excited at the prospect of getting fucked in public.

He bared her pretty bottom as her panties dropped to her ankles. Patrick knelt to retrieve them and placed them in the pocket of his jeans.

After leaning Isabelle forward even more, she rested her elbows on the wooden rails. He parted her legs and exposed her pussy lips to his ravenous gaze. Patrick knew what he wanted.

Easing in, he slowly traced his tongue around the edge of her labia. Isabelle tasted of rare honey. Patrick zigzagged his tongue across her outer and inner lips and her moisture grew. He then used the tip of his tongue to spell out his name across her clit.

Issy began to writhe and moan.Feeling her belly twitch and tremble she knew it wouldn’t be long. She rubbed her pussy back and forth, pushing it into his eager mouth. He responded by curling up his tongue like a cock.

Patrick tongue-fucked her pussy and reached around to tease her clit. Isabelle grabbed his hand and showed him all her secrets until she exploded with an earthshaking orgasm.

Patrick stood and freed his thick cock from he Levis. Rubbing the head back and forth across her damp pussy, she moaned softly until he fed his dick to her damp opening.

Another time he would make love to her slowly and sweetly; not this night.

Patrick began to fuck her with intensity. His penis pounded her tight pussy hard and deep. Isabelle grasped the rail as he fucked her like a man possessed.

His balls slapped her swollen bud and he kept time with a few well-placed smacks to her bottom. The pace grew to a crescendo until the passion overtook them.

His loins erupted a torrent of warm cum and her sex contracted and throbbed into another orgasm When their passions cooled, he lifted her into his strong arms and carried her to the bed.

This would be the start of a great weekend.

It was early summer time around 3 weeks after I had moved to the city on a work placement year, when my roommates decided to show me around the clubs and bars. Claire and Kate always went out. I would hear them giggling at 3am with some new guy who had walked them home along the long city streets after a night on the town. We had only met recently; Kate had been a student on placement in the office Claire worked at as a secretary. We now all worked in the same building together. Claire was 42, but didn’t look a day over 30… she emanated youthful vitality and vigorously took hold of everything put before her. Kate was 24, 2 years older then me, but she giggled and bubbled everywhere like she was fresh out of high school, but with the full hour glass figure wrapped up in a lightly tanned creamy skin.

Claire let her spare room to me in the modern three bedroom apartment high above the busy city.

“Hannah? Are you coming out with us tonight?” Claire called up the open slatted stairs.

“Yes! Come out with us Han! It’s been nearly a month and we haven’t even got one tequila down you.” Kate giggled. Honestly I didn’t want to go out. I was never good in social situations. Though ever Friday night for the past month they had asked me.

“Uh… I have nothing to wear” I said as I peeped from behind my bedroom door as I pushed back my thick dark rimmed glasses onto my nose.

“I’ll lend you something of mine” Kate said bouncing up the stairs and into her room. Her large hazel eyes gleamed with excitement as she pulled out a short red dress.

“There! This with go perfectly with your blazing red hair!” Kate said bubbling with excitement as she testing it against Hannah’s young slender body.

“Umm…” I searched for an excuse as I looked down upon the small piece of fabric Kate held out in front of me. “Umm…I’m not even washed… I don’t have any make up and my hair is a mess” I said begging in my head that they would just leave it for another time.

“Oh… I think we can sort that can’t we Kate…” Claire said walking up the stairs. A naughty smile flashed across Claire’s mature face which still radiated youthful vitality. She winked at Kate before dragging me into her room.

“Umm… what are you doing?” I asked. I started to become a little worried as Claire dragged me into her lightly lit room.

“We are going to help you to get ready while we all get ready” Claire smiled with a glint in her eye I had never seen before.

“Umm… I can get ready myself” I said as I noticed Kate walk in with two dresses… the red strap dress and a short black halter neck on hangers. She placed them onto a chair before locking the door behind her.

“Were sorry Hannah, but the last time you told us that you just spent ages pretending to get ready so we would leave you behind” Claire replied as she gently pushed me down onto the bed.

“Now are you going to get undressed yourself and go into the shower with us or are we going to have to get you undressed?” Claire asked as she loomed over me, a tall figure with dark brown, almost black, hair.

“Umm…” I began to get worried as a looked over at the locked door and then back again towards the en-suite shower room. “Umm… But you’re here; I can’t get undressed in front of you.”

“Well we’re all women here. We will get undressed then may be you’ll feel more comfortable.” Kate giggled as she knelt beside me on the coffee coloured bedspread.

Before I knew it Claire had started to slowly unbutton her blue silk blouse. It glid open showing her firm breasts which were Gaziantep Escort İlanları encased by a dark lacy bra. I watched as I lay on my back staring up at her as the blouse glid down her arms. Her soft nipples peaked out from between the holes in the black lace. I didn’t quite understand it, I was begging in my mind for her to slip that bra off as it toyed with me in my gaze. I didn’t understand it, it felt so wrong of me. I had never thought of Claire or Kate or any other woman like this before, but now each moment seemed to get slower and slower as I watched her slide her arms out of the bra straps.

My lips quivering as I watched her hands stroke down her body pulling her bra down releasing her soft delicious nipples. Watching her soft breasts, not too big but not too small, they would just fit perfectly into my hands, I thought, as I watched them bounce freely as Claire dropped the bra onto the floor. How I wanted to hold those soft breasts in my hand or feel her soft nipples touch and press against mine. I started to imagine in my head how good that would feel as she stripped off her skirt.

Something inside of me knew this was very wrong as I felt my pussy start to build up its warm juices inside of me. Claire pulled down her lacy thong which clung between her perfectly formed ass checks which clenched tight around it. I felt myself clench inside as Claire bent down to roll down her stockings and remove them. Her ass flashed in front of my face, aswell as a flash of her perfect pink wet lips. I blushed hard and I became wetter as I clenched up inside. I felt so embarrassed I didn’t want the others to see how much I was enjoying this… they would hate me or get upset I thought.

“Well?” Claire asked standing before me in all her natural naked beauty.

“Well are you going to get undressed or are we going to have to do it for you?” Kate asked as she loomed over me. Her large creamy breasts dangled and giggled in front of my face as she looked up. Kate must have got undressed behind me while I was infatuated with Claires curvy body before me.

Kate’s full figured but firm hour glass shaped body with its creamy skin dangled in front of me. Her firm hard nipples inches away from my lips. Something inside of me wanted Kate to fall, her hard nipple to plunge into my mouth so I could kiss or lick them even if only for a second. They looked so sweet and creamy, like large balls of toffee. Kate’s breasts were much bigger and more bouncy then Claire’s… Kate’s breasts bounced and jiggled as her thick curly hazel hair caressed them. Where as Claire’s breasts were smaller and firmer, her nipples were softer but not as hard and perked up as Kate’s.

“Umm…” I sat up a on the bed as I stared down at the floor attempting to hide my embarrassment at enjoying watching her beautifully naked body. My pussy was almost dripping wet as I felt Kate move behind me pressing her nipples into my back. God how I wished for my cardigan and flowery dress to be off so I could feel them against me. I so wanted to get naked with them, to be so close to the soft warm bodies, but I was enjoying it too much. If I did get naked they might notice how dripping wet my lips are or smell my scent rising out from pussy. Also something inside of me wanted them to undress me… for their hands, their bodies to glide down my skin.

“Ok I guess we will have to undress her Kate” Claire said as she winked to Kate behind me.

Kate placed arms around my waist holding me still and close to her. My ass pulled towards her gaping lips. Claire’s hands stroked along my body carefully as she removed my cardigan and flowery dress. Kate held me tight binding me to her body as Claire worked her way along removing each and every item of my clothing until I was pressed between them complete naked on the bed.

“Oh you are enjoying this Hannah and here was me thinking you were embarrassed for another reason.” Claire spoke softy as she felt the warm damp heat rise from my lips reaching out to her leg which lay between my thighs. I blushed hard as she spoke to me in that strict but caring voice.

“Oh… I think she’s innocent… we should give here some pointers before she goes out with us tonight.” Kate giggled as she bounced with joy holding me close against her large breasts.

“Oh yes… I think we should give her some pearls of wisdom from someone a lot older then her” Claire smiled.

Claire spoke to me softly as she traced around my wet juicy lips “Now… this is very natural… to enjoy yourself that is… shows you get turned on by something… even if it isn’t juicing for someone with a large cock between their legs… shows you’re interested in something…” I tried so hard to hold back my moans as I clenched with pleasure at Claire playing with my little pink clit. One of my moans managed to escape as Claire’s finger swirled around my bulging clit.

“Tutt tutt… doesn’t take much to get you moaning Hannah…you should keep it in a bit more.. or you’ll never get to the really good stuff…” Claire complained as she removed her finger from my clit as I begged open legged for more.

“Oh yes… you need to make them work for your screams and moans so they don’t get lazy” giggled Kate as she placed her head on my shoulder to get a better view of my worked up clit.

“Hmmm… you need more stamina before we can let you go out with us… I don’t want to get a bad reputation of hanging out with people who are easy to please… or they will never work hard for us…” Claire pondered for a moment. I had started to think may be I could just stay in like every other night. I could just lay in my bed dreaming about that hunky knight in shining armor from my dreams, then Claire continued.

“May be you could help me Kate… give her a bit more stamina” Claire smiled with a dirty glint in her eye.

“Ohhh yes…” Kate said enthusiastically. Before I knew it I was situated on the bed on all fours, my pussy lips hung just over Kate’s eagerly awaiting lips.

“Now we are going to start off slowly… you must only moan when Kate and I have earned it, Or else you will be punished. This shall teach you more endurance… once you’ve mastered this we will go on to something more intense… once you’ve mastered that we know your ready. Do you understand Hannah?” Claire asked sternly.

“Yes, I understand… I want to have more fun… I want to be taught” I replied very much turned on by but also very scared at what Claire had in store of me if I didn’t do well.

I felt Claire’s hand push down on my ass pressing my lips against Kate’s mouth. As soon as I felt her tongue reach out and lick my red pulsing clit I let out a load moan. I couldn’t believe how good something so simple felt. Just as the moan left my quivering lips I felt Claire’s hand spank my ass hard sending a shiver down my spine. I very much enjoyed it, I wanted Claire to spank my tight ass harder and harder as Kate licked me but I knew if Claire didn’t think I was taking it seriously she and Kate would stop. I tried my best to hold still, I was very naughty at first letting out lots and lots of moans, after a while I managed to hold onto them tight as I bit my lower lip hard. As Kate licked and probed deeper and deeper with her wet tongue and soft hands, Claire instructed me to let out some quite moans, but only quite ones. She instructed me and Kate like a conductor instructs a symphony… telling me how much I was aloud moan and shiver as she played with Kate’s clit using it like a remote control telling her how fast to go on me. They continued to teach me until I was allowed to moan and scream as load as I wanted and Kate’s tongue and fingers were franticly rubbing my pussy as fast as she could go.

Claire removed her finger from Kate’s pussy and I moved down a little to lay on top or her as we caught our breath. Our hard nipple pressing against each other as we panted both driven wildly into orgasms by Claire’s forceful nature. Kate’s lips were coated in my wet juices as she kissed me deeply as we waited for Claire to return.

Claire returned a few moments later with something I have never seen before. I had heard of them but never seen then before that moment. It was a long double strap on. Claire told me to lay on my back, so I did as she instructed. I lay on the bed beside Kate who was still quivering. Claire climbed onto the bed and slowly eased it into me.

It hurt a bit at first but after a while was moaning even more then before. I could see Claire getting all worked up and cumming hard as she fucked me harder and harder with the long latex double strap on. I could feel her hot wet juices running down the double strap on into my gaping pussy. She told me off a few times for moaning, but I was beginning to think this was now more about us 3 cumming harder and harder together then making any man work hard for us. Kate lay watching us fuck hard as she played with her dripping pussy lips. As Claire fucked me hard so hard it made the bed shake I wanted to fuck her back… I attempted to push my pelvis up to push it into her.

“Oh you want to try now? Very well then” Claire said smiling with a orgasmic glow I had never seen on her before. She pulled the strap on out of me and rolled over and lay were I had been lying. She passed the strap-on to me and told me to make her proud of teaching me so much. I had completely lost myself by now. I wanted to make Claire moan hard for me. I quickly placed the strap-on on and shoved the other end of the double dildo which hung between the fabrics into my gaping pussy. I pounded the latex dildo hard into Claire and heard Kate moan hard as she fingered her clit and watched me do it. I fucked Claire as hard with the strap-on as I could as the bed hit harder and harder against the wall when Claire let out a load scream, loader then even mine. She gripped onto my ass as we fucked hard as Kate masturbated watching us. Once mine and Claire’s juices drenched the bed we slide the dildos out and we kissed Kate whom had been moaning loudly during the whole thing.

We all showered together rubbing and washing our juice covered bodies hiding the strong feminine sent.

Although it was very late by the time we go to the club we managed to find some very handsome guys each and I myself found a very handsome 23 year old who was very nervous when he saw me in the short strap dress and my long red hair. Yet I managed to bring him out of his shell. I took everything Claire and Kate taught me and put it to good use as I rode him hard until the morning run rose above the city sky line. The poor man moaned even loader then me. I stroked his short black hair gently as I left him passed out. As I wandered out of his apartment around 6am I thought to myself as I clenched in all his cum, Claire’s juices and Kate’s kisses: I should go out with them more often.

We were so excited. This was going to be the best night in a long time. Amy and I had planned to knock everyone’s socks off when we got the party that night. There were 8 of us going to this great Millennium bash. We had decided to get dressed up and really make a nigh of it. When Amy walked into my house I was immediately taken with how beautiful she was. She was dress in a thin top, so thin her nipples showed, and tight sexy pants, and man, she could pull it off. Even my husband was taken with her.

Amy and I have known each other since college and have been very close friends. It has been a long standing joke that we are ‘too’ close. Put it this way, Amy and I have a tendency to kiss each other while out – especially if we have been drinking.

On this night we had a fabulous dinner and had started to dance. The drinks were flowing freely and a good time was being had by all. I couldn’t help notice when we danced how Amy’s nipples hardened as her thin shirt moved against them. The time was quickly approaching midnight so we all move out to the balcony to watch fireworks. As the countdown started bottles of champagne were opened and the excitement built. “Five, four, three, two, one…Happy New Year!!”

I first kissed my husband and then everyone started kissing each other. Amy and I soon found each other and kissed each other tenderly. A guy we didn’t know was impressed to see two girls kissing each other and asked Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort us to do it again. We looked at each other and shrugged – why not? We knew we needed to give him a show. She placed her hand on my face and we slowly started kissing again. Soon, I felt her lips part and tasted the sweet champagne on her tongue. As our tongues explored each others mouths I could feel her breathing increase. Slowly I moved my hand to her breast, thinking, this will really get the guys going. She let out a low moan as my fingers found her nipple and I could feel my excitement rise as it hardened with my touch. We pulled away, both startled by how aroused we were.

We decided o go back in and dance some more. We weren’t inside five minutes and Amy made an excuse to go to the restroom. On her way by, she gave me a look that let me know I should follow her. As I entered the restroom she was sitting in a chair directly in front of me. “Did you like that as much as I did?” She asked in a thick, low voice.

“Yes” I whispered. “I have been alone for so long, I don’t remember the last time I have been touched like that. I really enjoy having my breasts touched. I especially like it when my nipples are sucked on” Amy said to me. I replied “would you like me to do that for you?”

She closed her eyes “Mmm, that would be nice.” I kneeled down next to her and slowly caressed her breast through her shirt. She moaned and wiggled in the chair a little. Gently I slid her shirt down and exposed her beautiful breast. I inhaled sharply at the sight of it. I had never touched another woman like this and I was nervous. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting. I placed my mouth on her nipple and slowly moved my tongue in circles while fondling her other breast with my hand. This whole time we are sitting and a public restroom scared to death someone would walk in. Just as I was going to suck on her other breast we heard someone coming. I quickly helped her put her shirt on and waited patiently until they left. It was so hard, we tried to chat casually but they sexual tension between us was so thick. Finally we were alone again and I resumed sucking on her nipples.

My mind was racing, how far would this go, should I push it a little farther? I decided to so I moved one hand down her body and made my way to her pussy. I could feel how wet she was through her pants! This was incredible. I stood up and pulled her into a bathroom stall. There I removed her shirt and fully enjoyed the freedom of her breasts. As I sucked and played, I slid my hand down inside her pants, I wanted to make her feel good. I also was very curious what another woman felt like. I had only touched myself. Her clit was swollen and hard, her soft bush was soaked with the wetness of her excitement. I slowly moved my finger over her clit and watched her face light up in ecstasy. I played with her clit until I knew she was so hot. I moved my fingers to fill up her waiting hole. Slowly moving my fingers in and out and massaging her clit with my thumb, she moaned and rocked with pleasure.

Wow, I was so amazed and turned on I just couldn’t stop myself. I pulled her pants down and spread her legs a little farther apart. I squatted down on my knees, not even realizing what I was doing and before I knew it my tongue was tasting her sweet juice. I licked and sucked her clit, teasing her, flicking it with my tongue. I knew she was getting ready to come so I put my fingers back into her pussy and continued to massage her clit with my tongue. I felt so powerful, making her feel this good. She started moaning louder and louder, hips rocking back and forth, slamming into my face. I loved it, the closer she got the more I could taste her sweet pussy juice. Finally she was ready, I pushed my fingers in her harder and rolled her clit between my lips. She bucked and almost screamed, then, collapsed against me.

I helped her to get dressed and she gave me along deep kiss. “Thank you, that was fabulous. I will repay the favor later” she said. I was looking forward to that – she was staying the night at my house.

We regained our composure and walked back to the dance floor. “Where have you been for so long?” the guys asked. “Oh, just doing a little girl talk” Amy answered. We both looked at each other and giggled, both thinking about what would happen later.

Hope you all enjoyed this, comments are welcome.

Nickie came home from her long day at work. While she enjoyed working at a nursing home, sometimes it just frustrated her. She came home to find her roommate, Meghan, sitting on the couch, watching tv. Meghan had her hair in pigtails and was wearing a pink tank top and a short skirt.

“Hey, roomie,” Meghan said. “How was work?”

“Long,” Nickie replied. “It sucked.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” Meghan said.

“It’s ok. I’m over these old people. I’m gonna shower.”

“Ok.”

Nickie walked to the bathroom and stripped off her nurse uniform, bra, and undies. She turned on the shower and let it get hot. She entered the shower and let the hot water fall over her. It felt so good; she was so tense from the day’s stress. Suddenly she heard the bathroom door open. She peeked around the curtain.

“It’s just me, Nickie,” Meghan said, dressed only in a towel.

“Um, why are you in just a towel?” Nickie asked.

“Well,” Meghan said, blushing. “I thought maybe I’d join you, give you a massage.”

“Well, I’m not sure,” Nickie said. Gaziantep Escort Reklamları “I’ve never been naked in the shower with anyone else before.”

“We’re both girls,” Meghan giggled. “Just let me in. Please?”

Nickie nodded. Meghan let her towel fall to the floor. Nickie looked over her tight, firm body and ample bosom. Meghan stepped into the shower. She placed her hands on Nickie’s shoulders and began to massage. Nickie moaned.

“Feel good?” Meghan asked.

“Very much,” Nickie said. “Don’t stop.”

Meghan smiled, thinking something dirty. She pulled Nickie’s hair aside and began to massage her neck. Nickie moaned again. Meghan decided to try something. She put her lips on the back of Nickie’s neck and began to kiss. Surprisingly, Nickie did nothing.

“Oh, Megs,” Nickie said. “I like that. I’ve wanted this for so long. I was just too scared to ask.”

“Why?” Meghan asked. “You know I’ve wanted you since we moved in together.”

Nickie turned around and planted her mouth on Meghan’s. The roommates kissed passionately. Nickie slid her tongue into Meghan’s mouth; Meghan reciprocated. Their tongues swirled around each other. Both girls moaned. Meghan reached down and began to rub Nickie’s pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” Nickie gasped. “Finger me. Make me squirt.”

Meghan slid two fingers into her roommate’s tight slit. It was already warm and wet. Meghan began to slide her fingers in and out. Meghan leaned back against the shower wall and spread her legs.

“More fingers, Megs. I can take four!”

Meghan slid two more fingers into Nickie. Nickie moaned loudly. Meghan thrust her fingers deeper and deeper. Nickie screamed with pleasure.

“Fuck, Megs! I’m gonna fucking squirt!”

Meghan pulled her fingers out just in time. Nickie squirted her juices all over the shower floor. Then she looked lustfully at Meghan.

“Bend over, roomie.”

“Ooh, yes, Nickie,” Meghan smiled.

Meghan bent over and placed her hands against the wall. The hot steamy water ran down her back and ass. Nickie began to lick Meghan’s asshole. Meghan moaned. Nickie flicked her tongue around Meghan’s tight wet hole.

“You taste so fucking good,” Nickie said.

“I love that,” Meghan moaned.

Nickie then slid three fingers into Meghan’s slit. Meghan moaned loudly. She could barely take three fingers inside her, but it felt so amazing. If Nickie kept this up, she was going to cum really hard. Nickie continued to lick her ass and finger her pussy.

“Stick your tongue in my ass,” Meghan moaned.

Nickie slid her tongue into Meghan’s hole. Meghan moaned Nickie’s name. Nickie loved the taste of Meghan. She always thought rimming was disgusting, but now that she’d tried it, she loved it. Meghan began to get louder.

“Nickie…I’m…about…to…fucking…cum!”

“Then cum, bitch!” Nickie yelled.

“Yes! I’m cumming, roomie!”

Meghan’s pussy contracted over and over, squeezing love juices all over Nickie’s fingers. Nickie pulled her fingers out and tasted them. They tasted so sweet. Then Nickie and Meghan embraced and kissed again for several minutes. Then they washed each other and got out, drying each other. They got dressed and went to cuddle in front of the tv.

CHAPTER ONE

My ankles are crossed, and I smooth my pleated skirt over my lap. Today is the day. Word is that this new preacher, Pastor Ben Owens, is a hottie. Personally, I cannot imagine a preacher being anything other than middle-aged, overweight, and balding. That is what the other ministers in my life have been. Bless their hearts.

I fan myself with the bulletin. The organ plays Ode to Joy. The minister walks up to the pulpit, and I start to feel like a whore in church. The dirty thoughts that are going through my mind make me blush.

Lord have mercy. I am supposed to be a good, Southern, Methodist woman. The preacher’s mouth starts to form words that I don’t comprehend. All I notice is his deep, gravely voice and his eyes. His eyes are both blue and green. They remind me of the blue spruce trees I saw last year in Colorado on my skiing trip.

His black hair becomes disheveled when he runs his fingers through it nervously. I wonder how it looks first thing in the morning. I bet it is sexy when it is sleep-tousled—or sex-tousled.

CHAPTER TWO

Each year, the church gives the elderly people in our congregation fruit baskets for Christmas. Many don’t have family to tend to them, so we try to fill the void. Church members drop off fruit, and I assemble and deliver the baskets. It has been a mission of mine for years.

Usually, I have someone to help Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort me assemble these baskets, but the flu has really hit the congregation hard this winter. I don’t mind though. I enjoy the silence.

Pastor Ben interrupts my quiet time. “Scarlet, I am sorry that there is no one to help. I have rest of the evening off. Put me to work,” he says with a grin.

Oh, the thoughts that go through my head. I brush them aside.

“Well, if you don’t mind…”

“Not at all.”

“Can you put two apples in each basket? I’ll start bagging up grapes.”

Conversation flows naturally as we work side by side. It is like we have known each other for years. I love how his eyes crinkle when he jokes around. His face just lights up when he smiles.

His hand meets mine as we reach for the same basket. Our eyes lock, and I bite my lip. His breath hitches.

“Scarlet,” he says with deep need.

“Ben…” I pause for a moment. “We are at a stopping point.”

“We haven’t even started,” he protests quietly.

“No. With the baskets. I can finish tomorrow.”

“Scarlet,” he says again with growing need.

Our gaze is unbreakable. “Ben… I walked here. Care to drive me home?”

No words are said. I gather my purse, we put on our coats, and we walk to his truck. We look at each other with tangible lust—forbidden lust.

He opens my door and lightly runs his fingers down my back. I look up at him. The look in his eyes is primal. If this wasn’t the church parking lot, and if he weren’t the preacher, he’d have his way with me right now.

We both buckle our seat belts. He turns down the radio. His hand travels under my skirt, searching for the waistband of my leggings.

“Scarlet. You see me as a man—not just a preacher.”

“Oh, I definitely see you as a man,” I assure him.

CHAPTER THREE

We try to look normal as we walk up the sidewalk to my small, cottage house. I unlock the door, and we step inside. Immediately, his mouth is on mine, claiming me. His hands grab at my coat. I shrug out of it.

I break the kiss long enough to take my boots off. Too many damn clothes. We are both taking our clothes off as I lead him down the hallway to my bedroom.

I drop to my knees and pull down his boxers. A gorgeous, fat cock springs out from within the confines. Pre-cum covers the bulbous head, and I lick it off. He moans and runs his fingers through my dark hair. I lick the vein that strains against the taunt skin and slowly take his length in my mouth.

“Fuck. Scarlet, I’m not going to be able to last long. It has been over two years.”

I look up at him, cock in mouth, with wide eyes. Two years is too damn long for any man to go without—Man of God or not. I release him from my mouth.

“You need someone to take care of you,” I purr. I pull back my pink comforter and pat the light blue sheets. “On your back. I am going to ride that fat cock.”

His eyes are cloudy, his moans are guttural, and his cock head is covered in more pre-cum. He lays on the bed. I admire his hard body, and I admire even more his ramrod straight dick.

I strip the rest of my clothes off, and I straddle him. “No more going without,” I chastise. “There is no need for that. I’ll take care of you.”

“Yes. Yes, yes. Please fuck me,” he begs.

Slowly, I lower my slick pussy onto his dick. He cries out in need. He is fighting the urge to thrust up into me. Slowly, I move my pussy up and down, squeezing my muscles each time.

His eyes are closed shut. “Can’t last much longer,” he says with clenched teeth.

“Don’t come until I tell you,” I whisper.

His face contorts. He needs to relieve his desire. I grind my pussy against him, soaking his cock with my juices.

“Come!” I demand.

I throw my head back and release all the tightness within. The tingling sensation swirls inside me. The sounds of pleasure coming from Ben throw me into another orgasm. One orgasm fades into another.

He grabs my hips and thrusts upward, filling me with his seed. The thought of his cum inside my spasming pussy makes me smile naughtily down at him.

I lay beside him and lightly kiss his lips. Neither of us say anything. We just look at each other and grin.

Thank you to Mary for encouragement and Elizabeth for editing. And thank you for reading.

The economic environment, being so difficult, meant that my wonderful college degree that left me thousands in debt didn’t assure a great job upon graduation. I’d worked a couple jobs before convincing my landlord to give me a shot at being the on site property manager for my building.

He’d either fired, or the prior PM walked out, depending on the story you believed. But after being given the opportunity to earn the job, by overseeing the duties for several weeks, my successes led Mr. Orvis to give me the position.

That sounds great! It is great. I was able to quit one, and then both, of my part-time jobs. I got partially paid rent and was able to begin paying back my loans while banking a few bucks.

Everything was wonderful, sort of. You see, I left out some of the story. While things were indeed rosy, the part about how I really got the job, and what has happened since, caused me some severe humiliation. The first two stories in this series tell the story, at least to recent history. And while I wasn’t going to write more I will say that numerous emails and comments have incented me to bring to you my dear readers what you’ve asked for: what happened after the activities I wrote about in the other segments occurred.

In some respects, it’s hard to write about me being, well, a whore to my job, but on the other side of the equation it has been an erotic ride getting, keeping and excelling in my job.

Let me ask you, have you ever done anything, well, naughty, to get a job, a promotion or a great grade? If you are female, one degree one way or another, you very well might have. My mother admitted to me once dressing seductively to entice a professor to get a better grade. Oh, she didn’t sleep with him or anything, but she did admit to sitting in the front row with her stocking tops showing to get his attention.

It was wrong, stroking off the curmudgeon Mr. Morely and his acquaintance, Thornton, the one-named guy. That’s right, for them to take their apartments at full price — a feat which impressed my boss Mr. Orvis — I secured the job at a decent pay and lowered rent of my own to boot.

And at a recent whack off session both renters got the sensual persuasion of my hands, one on each side of me. It was so erotic, but as good things go, it was made quite wrong when my boss appeared in front of me and I took his cock in my mouth.

Yes, I sucked off Mr. Orvis while jerking off Mr. Morely and Thornton. It was obviously a set up by the men, but it indeed happened. And for the next week I couldn’t look any of them in the eyes. The guys were good, never mentioning anything, but I knew they knew, I knew I acted like a wanton slut whore, but they didn’t rub it in my face.

And there wasn’t a repeat the following month. I jerked off one of the guys on a Wednesday night, and it was actually kind of nice when he had flowers for me and a very nice writing book as a gift. The other wasn’t as nice, but it was still a simple hand job with a lot of oohing and oh yes mutterings while I worked.

It wasn’t until Mrs. Spencer in 2B left me a note that anything unusual occurred. Mrs. Spencer lived with her 18 year old jerk of a son, just the two of them after her divorce. He was supposed to move on to college but was taking a year off, working for tuition money but really playing video games most of the time. He was swarmy, and was always making inappropriate comments. I knew I couldn’t have him find out about my nocturnal activities because the onslaught of his barbs would never end.

When Mrs. Spencer opened the door I knew something was amiss. She had a look of disgust on her face and mocked me with her talk. “So, missy, you’ve been a busy bad girl I hear,” said the 50ish woman. “I wonder what your boss would think if I told him he had a slut for a property manager. There is nothing like a boss knowing his charge was a wanton sex addict, you hussy.”

Acting as if she was from Mars, I of course denied having even a sliver of an idea of what she was talking about.

“Your visits to Thornton and Morely ring a bell? I hear you’ve been the active slut,” said the woman.

Of course I feigned lack of knowledge until she came up with the doozy. “I heard them talking the other night, about your hand job, blow job and how you fuck for gifts. I heard it all. I’m thinking of calling the authorities. We shall see about this.”

Knowing she had to have been making things up, or working of little pieces of information, I cautioned her to be careful what she said. She responded with a photo of me in Morely’s apartment, taken from the fire walk, of me mimicking a blow job while jerking him off.

“Not so prissy now, are we?”

I didn’t think there were any laws being broken, but it could be an uncomfortable situation. I loved my job, and with the economy where it was, did not relish the thought of having to find a new one. Mr. Orvis wouldn’t fire me, of course, Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort but if enough renters knew about my activities and if others learned as well it could be uncomfortable and who knows what Mr. Orvis’ boss might think.

“You could sleep with my son. That might do it. He could use a good piece of ass. I’d keep it quiet,” said the woman, almost mocking me. “God knows he’s never been laid.”

No way, no way I thought, but all I could do was shake my head.

I must have looked terrified, and the woman suddenly turned super nice. “Ah, come on Kimberly, take a deep breath. We can work this out like women. No problem. I was just saying Skip hasn’t had a girl and probably spends more time with porn than books. Besides, I have an idea that could help all around.”

She paused, as if thinking but I believe mostly for effect, allowing the situation to sink in.

“How about if I gave Skip a hundred bucks a month allowance to do some odd jobs around here? Things you could get done on the cheap? Painting or cleaning up, sweeping and making the outside area look tidy. Maybe plant some shrubs. You’d look great with Mr. Orvis. He’d do work and wouldn’t think anything about it.”

I asked the woman what she would want in return, what was the catch.

The woman smiled and led me to her living room. She told me to remain standing, but sat herself on the couch.

“I want some of what the guys in the building get. Give it to me and nobody will know anything, you will have a worker you don’t have to pay for, and you might even like it.”

With that she lifted her skirt, slipped her hands into the elastic band of her blue panties, and slipped them down her legs. “Come on girl, get on with it,” was her simple command.

Wow, there it was in front of me, a real, genuine well-trimmed pussy. It is not as if I’d seen something for the first time, I mean, I’d been undressed before other girls before at slumber parties and caught glimpsed in locker rooms. But here was Mrs. Spencer on display just feet away from me. Her pussy hair was darker than the hair on her head, so she obviously had color used. It struck me how she took the time to carefully manicure her pussy. I mean, I spend time doing it, but I didn’t expect the older woman to have the same grooming techniques.

“I’m waiting,” said the woman, and as if to help spur me along she reached down and opened the petals of her pussy to my view. “Do it.”

Slowly I slipped a finger along her crease, surprising myself at its wetness. She was obviously excited and actually moved to my touch. I slipped first one and then two fingers up and down her pussy, spending a little time wiggling them around in time to her movements. Soon I heard an “oh yes” from above and I knew that while I was breaking my girl-to-girl virginity I was doing something right.

Giving up the fight, I lowered my head to her core and slid my tongue up and down her slit. I’d tasted pussy before, my own, both from my fingers and on cocks I’d sucked after they’d been inside of me. But this was so much different, so very hot. I got lost in the actions, licking all over the wetness with my nose sliding along the hair above her clit.

Soon I began nibbling and licking that sensitive bud drawing gasps and groans from above. She was pushing against my face as I devoured her snatch. On one hand I couldn’t believe what I was doing, on the other it seemed so natural. I kept thinking how naughty this was, how wrong. But hearing her getting into the action and enjoying herself so much I knew it had to be right.

“Oh yes, Kimberly, lick my snatch, lick it like that. Oh yes, that’s it, do me, do me,” mumbled the woman old enough to be my mother. I was licking the pussy of a lady and liking it. What had I become? I didn’t care, it was so very hot. The woman rocked against me, pushing her pussy against my lips.

Funny, she was being like a guy! I mean, she was pushing against me, but instead of a bulging cock it was a soft wet pussy. Like guys, though, the grunts and groans from above were the same. Oh, she was unladylike, but it was the same as a man humping against my mouth uttering guttural tones to my licking and sucking.

It was as if I was in a trace, or this was a dream. I surely couldn’t be going down on another woman! No way.

Mrs. Spencer was rocking and enjoying the action, so much that soon I felt her pussy pulsating and she pulled back from me. I pushed forward kissing her pussy as much as I could as the woman because tensing up and cumming right on my mouth. Damn, that was so hot.

The woman tensed and then there were sighs of relief. She settled back into her seat, eyes closed and a look of satisfaction on her face.

Apparently I could add pussy licker to my expanding resume!

# # # # #

The second floor apartment facing the street was an awful one to rent. It was the noisiest, closest to the street, closest to the stairway, and had been available for more than two months after the former tenant – an elderly lady – moved back in with her daughter across town. I’d had a few inquiries, but nobody took the bait.

Despite my nocturnal activities, Mr. Orvis was somewhat worried about it vacancy, as I’d set the bar so high with the rents coming in on time and the rest of the building being filled. He wasn’t mad or anything, but it was a bone of contention.

So it was with high hopes when Riley Johnson knocked on my door inquiring about the unit. Johnson, it seemed, had lost his house through divorce, and had been living at a tiny apartment. He wan’t a little more room, and he said his friend Thornton recommended the building as being a nice place to live.

Thornton? Well, I guess he also knew about the discounting offer in effect then. Damn, when will it all end? Was nothing secret anymore?

“Call me Riley, I’m not as stuffy as Thornton. Besides, who goes around only having people call him by a last name? That’s weird!”

As much as I didn’t want to, I sort of liked the quirky guy. He was somewhat nervous, as if he knew the “secret” I shared with some of the dwellers in the building but didn’t believe it true. He looked at the unit, questioned about the laundry room, the distance to the market, and other nondescript questions.

We sat on the window seat and talked about things in general. He was actually very pleasant to speak with, and knew a little about a lot of things. He did have a dislike for his ex-wife, on several occasions talking about her being a real bitch.

I just figured it was all about the divorce, but he opened up with details which made me think maybe the woman was a little overbearing. Riley did more than his share of work around the house. Not only the Honey Do list but also the laundry and found the time to make most of the meals and shilled out cash for her weekly shopping trip.

In return he was badgered about this and that, embarrassed in front of her friends, and generally treated poorly for what appeared to be such a nice guy.

Finally we got around to the lease, and he said he’d sign….as long as he got the “special discount” Thornton had told him about.

Go figure. At least I knew that was coming. What’s a girl to do?

We agreed in principle to a once a month session that he’d keep quiet about. He said he didn’t believe me, but when I asked him to drop his drawers he got the picture. Down they came, displaying his briefs. Unlike the other guys, there wasn’t a huge tenting in them, only a small bulge.

Stroking the pouch, I said he’d probably be more comfortable with them off. At first I believed he was simply nervous, but when he dropped the underwear I was shocked by the size of his unit. It was, well, miniscule! I’d never seen such a small dick.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he said, almost begging. “Just jerk it off.”

As ordered, I slipped by fingers, two of them anyway, around his tiny cock. It grew to my touch, but even at its fullest erect state couldn’t have been four inches long and maybe a little more than a half inch wide. It was clearly the smallest cock I’d seen, none had been anywhere near as small. It was like a pencil, a true pencil dick!

Johnson leaned back again the window as I worked his little dick. He enjoyed my ministrations over the next 10 minutes, rocking slowly to my touch. Once I realized I wasn’t going to break the thing I got a little bolder and stroked it harder. But it was clear I wasn’t going to be able to make him cum.

“Kimberly, I know it’s not the deal, but if you just suck it for a little I can come. Please? I will sign a two year lease and be your favorite, best tenant. My wife refused to do it. She ridiculed me, actually told her friends about my dick size and how I couldn’t satisfy her. When she fucked the guy who did our lawn and I caught them in the act I divorced her, but she got a good lawyer and the judge fucked me over in the settlement. Please, I won’t tell a soul about it. Please suck my dick.”

That wasn’t the agreed upon deal-maker, but I felt sorry for the guy, and, if you must know, I just had to have that little missile in my mouth. I mean, it was tiny. How would it feel? I’d had an eight incher once, but most of the guys I’d been intimate with were in the 5-to-7 inch variety. Riley here was at least an inch smaller than any I’d sample, plus it was tiny all over.

It was wrong, and I knew that sucking off my boss was one thing but a tenant? That was taking things to another level. But the guy seemed so needy, he was begging me, and I decided to do what I had to do to seal the deal but also satisfy my strange craving to suck on a tiny, tiny dick.

Giving his cock a few more strokes I cooed a yes into his ear, threatening him with castration if he every revealed a single word about what was going to happen. He promised nobody would know. For some reason I believed him.

Licking the tip, I smiled as the man moaned. Well, a cock was a cock, and when a girl licked one the guy liked it! Still, the dick was so small. I concentrated on the tip for a minute, but with Mr. Johnson begging I had to suck that thing. Ova ling my mouth, I slipped the thing between my lips and gently drew it into my mouth. An inch at first, but soon I was down to his pubes.

I had an entire dick in my mouth!

Deep throating, so to speak, even if it was a mini-dick. Slowly I pulled back, then went down to his stomach again. Back and forth I sucked his entire dick into and out of my hot sucking mouth.

“That is so amazing, oh my that is hot,” were the words from above. The man obviously liked my work. “My wife refused me this, the bitch. Oh my you are so good. What a cocksucker.”

At first I was a little put off by the little dick man speaking to me the way he was, but I soon realized it was his dick speaking and pent up frustration. I mean, yes, he had a small dick, but it was so cute sticking up rock hard even if only several inches long. It was tasty and sexy and I actually enjoyed blowing the man. I have to say it was so very different!

Still a man is a man, and my sucking got him shaken and stirred as promised, and soon his hands were cradling my head like most men do when their special girl is sucking their dick. He controlled the action, moving my head up and down on his cock.

I did move a hand to hold the base, but he asked for me to continue with only my mouth. It was his show, so why not. I gave him a no hands blow job for another minute before the tiny dick spasmed and began shooting cum into my waiting mouth receptacle. Sucking his dick I enjoyed the naughtiness of it all, and soon relieved the man of all his cum.

Staying down on him, I let his cock wilt in my mouth before moving back and looking directly at him. Smiling, I opened my mouth, showed him his sauce, and made a production of swallowing his man sauce before wiping my hand over my mouth.

“Oh my, Kimberly, that was so very hot. You are the absolute best. What a girl. Where do I sign?”

Another satisfied customer!

# # # #

In the weeks since I’d sucked his cock, Mr. Orvis had been the perfect gentleman. Never a word about that night, he treated me with respect and complimented me on my work.

When he called me down to his office I was expecting it to be all about work, and it started that way. But boy did that change.

“You’ve been doing great, Kimberly, I like the way the shrubs were planted out front, and even the hallways have been swept. Looks nice, real nice,” said my boss with a smile. We chatted a couple minutes about the tenants, about how I liked the job, and how things were going well.

“I’d hate that to change, Kimberly, you are doing so well here. You are great to work with and things are getting done…”

Looking at him, I said there was a “but” in his voice.

He brought up Riley and the other guys, and said they seemed happy with my work, and he empathized the word work. “But I was surprised at Mrs. Spencer, I didn’t think she was your type.”

“Mr. Orvis!, what are you saying!” was my reply. “She’s a dear friend and we talk about that ass of a son she has. She actually wanted me to, you know, include him in our deal. But I drew the line there.”

“Okay, okay, I was just fishing,” said my boss. “I mean, she’s kind of cute, and I wondered if she might want to have dinner with me. I mean, I’ve been a little lonely….”

I promised I’d put in a good word for him, if he’d like, and he thanked me.

Orvis looked me up and down. I wasn’t dressed up, just a tee top and sweat pants. But he had that look of a guy wanting something from a girl.

“You know I can’t stop thinking about that night, I’ve tried, but I can’t,” said the man. “I am so very horny for you, I need you.”

Feigning disgust, I mumbled something about men being men, always thinking about the same thing. Using power over women, making them perform.

“I’m not threatening you with your job or anything. I’m asking a favor.”

With that he swiveled his chair around from under his desk and displayed his rock hard cock waving in the air with his trousers at his ankles. “Please help me, Kimberly, please?”

It was a question, and the man was obviously desperate. I stood and took a step toward the door with all intentions of leaving. But something stopped me. I looked over my shoulder at him, and he was clearly a man in need and I had a special feeling about him. Locking the door, I walked back toward the desk and shook my head.

“You are a bad, bad boy, Mr. Orvis, you are simply incorrigible.”

As I slipped down in front of him on my knees I heard him call me his angel.

Grasping his cock, I jerked him off slowly. “You can’t cum in my mouth, okay?”

“Oh my Kimberly, don’t tease me.”

“Not in my mouth.”

“Deal. Just do it. Just suck my cock. Please.”

Teasing more, I actually enjoyed watching him squirm. Jerking off his dick was so very sensual, and I felt a surge of power holding the man in my hand. The guy had taken a chance on me, and while I knew he was the reason I’d spent more than my share of time sitting next to renters whacking off their horny dicks, I also realized he’d done a lot for me.

In her dream, she was reliving the night she had gotten drunk and ate her friend out for an hour. Raena was driving her friend crazy by attacking the girl’s clit with her tongue, one finger in her pussy and the tip of another in her ass. Rae’s face and hands were soaked, but she continued until she finally gave in to her need for air. Pulling her hand away, she opened her eyes and saw creamy pale skin.

Odd, she thought, I thought T was tanner than that.

The mystery girl in front of her and turned, revealing her face for a split second before Rae woke up.

~*~

Anytime she had a sexy dream about a woman, it always ended up as the same woman in the end. That woman was the one currently curled in a ball next to her. In her sleepy, sexual haze, she turned onto her side and propped herself on one elbow to see better. The morning light filtered dimly through the curtains of the only window, giving Rae a perfect view of soft curves and perfectly sculpted ass.

Tentatively, she reached out and caressed the creamy skin of Aya’s right hip. She shimmied forward a little and put slight pressure on it, encouraging Aya to scoot back. It didn’t take much to convince her to move closer to the source of warmth. Aya smiled in her sleep and snuggled as close as she could Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort get. She grabbed Rae’s hand off of her hip and wrapped it around her, resting it on her left breast. Rae stayed like that for a while, gently massaging the flesh beneath her hand while listening to make sure her friend was still sleeping.

Once she was sure Ayame was dead asleep, she ran her hand down toned muscles and over simple cotton panties, putting light pressure on each thigh to open them. Half on her back now, legs barely open, Aya whimpered in her sleep when Rae’s fingers brushed over her clit. Parting the soft lower lips, she found the little nub and pushed softly, rubbing it in a circular motion as slowly as she could. Aya’s breathing quickened in her sleep, her lips parting to let a quiet moan escape. With a smirk, Rae bent down and bit the silky skin of the neck beneath her. Aya’s head turned as she pulled away and blue eyes pierced her. Ignoring her, Raena slid a finger into her friend and bit again, and again.

“That…is not…very nice…” Aya managed to gasp out between bites. Rae giggled and kissed her bite marks one by one.

“Shh. (kiss) Quiet, my love. (kiss) Let me enjoy touching you.” Her last kiss landed back on Aya’s neck, where she bit down again and thrust her fingers in as deep as they would go.

In her head, Raena relived the dream she had just had. She thought of the things she did to T that night and realized she could do just about all of it but the anal. That was fine with her. Images running through her head, Raena pulled her finger out and had Aya take off her underwear and she did the same. Once they were both naked, she leaned down and pressed her lips to Aya’s. Her hand resumed it’s previous actions, this time with a second finger and a thumb on her clit.

Aya’s breathing hitched and she changed the angle of the kiss, playfully nipping at Ray’s bottom lip before soothing it with a swipe of her tongue. Goosebumps erupted all over Rae’s body and she shivered, tangling her own tongue with the other. The taste overwhelmed her. It was sweet and enticing, a shock to her starving sex drive. She missed this. The touch of a woman, the softness, the curves, the whimpers, and the moans. Women were so much more fun sometimes.

Reluctantly, Rae pulled away from the kiss and moved down to Aya’s left breast, her hand still busy. She bit gently and pulled, then sucked on it, flicking it with her tongue ring. Aya’s heart started pounding. Rae moved to the other breast, repeating her previous routine until Aya was shaking.

Smirking, she moved lower. She trailed bites, followed by kisses, until she was settled between Aya’s legs. She removed her hand and bit inside her left thigh, followed by the right. Finally, she propped Aya’s legs up around her head and ran her tongue from pussy to clit.

The gasping moan she received in response gave her confidence. She flicked her tongue against Aya’s engorged clit and lost all sense when she felt a hand grab a fistful of hair. Instinct had her pushing two fingers into her friend. Aya squeezed Rae’s hair and pushed, shoving her face down. Rae obliged her silent demand and sucked on her clit, moving her hand as fast as she could. Aya’s chest was heaving, moaning with every breath.

When Aya came, she held Rae’s head and bucked against it. Warm liquid ran over Rae’s fingers and into her hand and she did her best to lick it all up.

Finally, Aya let go of her head and Rae moved back up, giving her best friend a loving kiss. She ran her hands up and down Aya’s curves, enjoying the softness of her skin. Rae rolled off of the girl and they cuddled for a moment. Aya turned back to her after a while and kissed her again. It was sweet and sensual, until her hand returned to Rae’s hair and yanked her head back.

Blue eyes flashed and she saw a glimpse of an evil grin before hearing “my turn”. Then teeth met her neck and she was done for.

Chapter 3-Googling How to Move On

KYLE

Jacob was laughing with the guys at the lounge when I arrived. It felt awkward. It’s like I wanted to sit with them but I didn’t want to sit with them. I was about to walk out the door when Brad saw me.

“Yo Kyle!” He called out.

“Hey,” I replied as I approached them. Jacob’s expression transitioned from jolly to serious.

“I see you’ve met the guys. So, how’s class Jacob?” I asked. I almost stuttered.

“It was fine. Though, some girls looked at me in a very disturbing way.” He chuckled. I can sense in his voice that he was distressed while talking to me.

“Looks like you got competition for Best Teacher, Mr. Matthews.” Tyler joked.

“Hey, they looked at me like that, too when I first taught here. It was worse, they even stalked me home.”

The guys laughed.

“I remember. You had to tell them you were gay to stop them from following you to your house.”

We all laughed.

“I guess I have to tell them I’m gay too.” Jacob said seriously. I coughed.

“Nah. You don’t have to.” The guys advised.

“But I am.” Jacob insisted. He looked at me briefly, then he looked down. Brad looked at me next. He was clearly puzzled by Jacob’s comment.

“For real?” Brad asked.

“Yes. I’ve been gay since high school. I only came out during college, though.”

“Wow. Will it affect your career?”

“My non important singing career, maybe, but my modeling career won’t be affected.”

“Well, that’s good.” Brad smiled at Jacob. Then he looked at me. I cut my eye contact with him.

There was silence for a minute.

“So, let’s play a game. Each of us will tell our favorite memories from childhood,” Clay suggested.

“Oh God. You just want to tell your story about that bobcat that nearly killed you again, don’t you?” Brad exasperated.

“Nope. Not that,” Clay denied.

We glared at him.

“Fine. It’s that story.” He admitted.

Clay rolled his eyes. “Fine. First Kiss.”

Shit.

Clay started. “Jen Goodeman, my first girlfriend.”

“Anne Polecki,” Tyler added.

“What about you, Jacob?” Brad asked. Then he looked at me.

“Well, he was my first best friend.”

“Wow.” Brad commented.

“So, what happened?” Brad dug for more information.

“Well, he was a jock and I was the science nerd. He even admitted to me that he “loved” me. I guess those things in the movies never really happen. I guess he just pulled a prank on me.”

“What an asshole,” Brad commented. It’s as if he was directly saying it to me.

“Sometimes it really happens in real life,” I shyly added.

“It didn’t for me,” Jacob said bitterly.

***

Brad entered my office with a large grin on his face.

“Hey.” Jacob sat on Jake’s arm chair.

“Hey.”

“Sooooo, you want to tell me something?”

I paused to contemplate if I should.

“Come on, brotha. I know you wanted to devour him as soon as you entered the cafeteria.”

I sighed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide anything from Brad. The guy is like an empath.

“So you know Jacob went to this high school, yeah?”

“Cut the crap. I already know those things.”

I breathed deep.

“I was Jacob’s best friend.” Brad nodded.

“So, what happened? Did you just prank him or what?”

“No. It wasn’t like that. I just fucked everything up when I was drafted to the football team. I was stressed with dad urging me to do better at everything and with the football guys giving me the shit for being best friends with Jacob. So I just cut back the time I spent with him until I didn’t realize that I completely cut him away. I wasn’t even happy spending time with the jocks and other popular kids. I hated it. I ignored his calls, texts, and emails. Then during that summer, he moved away without saying goodbye. I’ve hated myself ever since. I didn’t get to say how much I regretted it. I never got the chance to say that I love him.” I didn’t realize that I was crying. Brad patted me.

The door opened and Jacob entered the room. He saw me crying.

“Is this a bad time?” He asked

“No. I’m just comforting Kyle here.”

“Oh. What happened?” Jacob asked,

“Well, apparently his one true love came back to town and doesn’t want him.”

Jacob just nodded.

Brad stood up and went for the door.

“I’m going to leave now. Ciao ladies.”

***

When Jacob wasn’t here, my thoughts would always drift to him and me kissing. Now that he is here, it drifts to me and him going down on each other. I’m always hard whenever he is around. He is like a personal walking bottle of pheromones to me.

Thankfully, my mind right now is pre occupied with my syllabus and the photocopies.

I was counting my copies when Jacob entered the room. My mind turned to those worldly thoughts and forgot at which number I stopped. DAMN IT!

I noticed Jacob looking pretty clueless with the photocopy machine. Gaziantep Oral Escort It was probably because the labels have faded.

“You need help?” I offered. It turns out I am right. He doesn’t know which button to press since the labels have faded. I taught him which buttons are which and started the copying.

“Kyle…” Jacob called me.

“Yes?” I fought to keep my enthusiasm from showing.

“You don’t have to be nice to me, Kyle. We both know this sucks and is awkward as hell. I wouldn’t even consider going to this school if I knew you were here.”

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Quadruple Ouch.

“I want to, Jacob. I want to be friends with you again. We may not become as close as before but I’ll take what you can give. I’ve missed you so much, Jake. I’ll apologize continuously until you completely forgive me. I don’t care if it takes forever.”

He took his copies and he went for the door.

***

My mind was drifting elsewhere as I lectured to the kids. It wasn’t going anywhere so I dismissed them early and just gave them some reading materials.

Jacob was packing his things when I entered the office.

“Jake – can we talk?”

“It’s not a good idea, Kyle.”

“I want to apologize again.”

“For what now, Kyle?”

“For everything.”

“I get it, Kyle.”

“No you don’t. I’ve been out for years and I am not afraid anymore. I don’t care what my dad thinks of me and I only care for what makes me happy now. I am not afraid to show the world how much I love you.”

He remained silent.

“I know you don’t deserve to deal with this or any of my shit but I hope that we can try to at least be friends.” I finished on a whimper.

“Friends?” Jacob said bitterly.

“Maybe we could start over again, Jacob.”

“No, Kyle. It just won’t work. Besides, were only going to be co-workers for a few months. I’m not going back here again after.”

“Why?” I cried.

“Cause you broke my heart, Kyle. You left it in pieces! For years, I lost my self-esteem, my pride, my ego, everything! I fucking struggled to get them back. I was afraid of getting into a relationship because of the trauma you caused me. I was afraid for years because I don’t want to go through that pain you put me through again. I thought I meant something to you, Kyle. I thought you loved me. I gave myself completely to you. I even thought we were going to get married. We made plans during our sophomore year and you just dropped me like a hot potato. You were my best friend back then, Kyle. You were my lover. And you chose to trample all over me.” The tone of his voice was filled with sadness and regret.

“You mean the whole world to me, Jacob. I couldn’t love anybody else. I’ve tried dating other people but my thoughts and my heart always go back to you. I can’t even have sex with them. I destroyed myself, too.”

“Just leave me alone, Kyle. Just -”

“Ja – ”

“I said no. I don’t want to do this. I don’t. Just go.”

***

Days passed by like a blur. I felt so weak and defeated. I’d hardly eaten or gotten some sleep. I spent much of my time in the main building and avoided my office like the plague. I didn’t want to spend my time near Jacob. It’s been too painful for me to see him. I was hurting so bad. The only time we spent together is when we are in the same hallway. He would look at me and I would look down. I didn’t want to look at his eyes.

Headaches and body pains were recurrent. I drank more and more to numb the pain. I’d become irritable and unenthusiastic. Everything was dragging.

I was alone in the cafeteria. I was eating after the designated lunch time. I was trying to eat the nasty food when Brad found me.

“Are you all right?” Brad asked.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Cause normally you would have finished your food by now. You have also been avoiding spending time with us. And I can smell a hint of alcohol on your breath. Are you drunk right now?” His words did not come to me at all. I was too preoccupied by my thoughts on the knife he has.

If I cut myself, how long till I feel completely nothing?

Brad quickly hid the knife out of my view.

“Jesus, Kyle.” He was flustered. “Why don’t you say something to me?”

I stood up. I didn’t want him or anyone here. I just wanted to be alone. Brad pulled me down again before I could take my first step.

“What the hell!?” I yelled. Instead of answering back, he hugged me. I felt the overwhelming urge to let loose. Thankfully, people cannot see inside the lounge. I would die of embarrassment if they saw me crying.

“Is this about him?” Brad asked.

I didn’t answer. Involving Jacob will just complicate things.

“When you’re ready, tell me everything, okay? Letting it bottle up inside you won’t do any good.” He let go of me and muffled my hair. “I won’t force you this time, Kyle. But if you don’t fix your shit right away, I’m carrying you to the shrink.”

I laughed. It was the first time that I laughed. I felt lighter. It wasn’t a total fix but crying it out really helped me feel better.

“Thanks, Brad.” He smiled at me. The smile let me know that it isn’t the end of the world for me. I’ll try to move on.

***

Two Days Later (Saturday) @ 7AM.

I was holding a box full of Jacob’s things. I was at his front door and trying to gather strength to talk to him. This would be the last thing I do before I tried to move on. I took a deep breath and knocked.

Jacob was shocked to see me.

“Uhm… Hi.”

“Kyle, if this is about us again, you are wasting your time.”

“Please, just listen to me for a minute.”

“Fine. What is it.”

“First things first, I’m here to return your things.” I handed him the box and went on. “These are your books and some of your clothes you left in my house.”

I took a deep breath again. My tears began to fall.

“This is the last time I’ll ask for your forgiveness, Jake. Again, I apologize. I know my presence still makes you remember the pain and I am sorry for that. I give up. I give up the hope that someday we’ll get married and that be happy. I give up the hope that someday we can become best friends again. I give up the hope that we can at least be friends. But I will not give up the hope that someday you’ll forgive me.” Instinctively, I grabbed his face and planted a long kiss on his lips. Though it was quick, it shocked me to the core. I smiled and left before all the courage I had mustered to move on crashes and burns.

I fought with all my heart the urge to look back. Now, I’m ready to move on, albeit painfully.

***

I did the first thing anyone would do when they decide to move on.

I googled it. I clicked on links on how to do it and give me insights – like ‘take up a new hobby’, ‘spend more time with friends’, and ultimately, ‘try seeing someone new’.

I decided to try ‘spending more time with friends’.

I took my phone and texted the guys to see if they wanted to hang out. After a minute, all of them declined with having things to do.

This is harder than I thought.

I faced the computer again to see the next item: ‘take up a new hobby’.

I remembered that the guys had said that I needed to learn how to cook. Maybe that’s a good thing for me to focus on. After all, I need to recover all the nutrients I lost the last few days. To my luck, there is a beginner’s cooking class in the Recreation Center in two hours. Immediately, I cleaned up myself, dressed myself, and drove to the class.

***

It was funny to see that all my classmates in the cooking class were kids. I thought the class was for adults who really don’t know how to cook. The teacher was a delightful, middle aged woman.

Not surprisingly, the first lesson was how to turn on the stove without burning the house down. I was more thankful that the stove we were using is similar to the one I have at home.

After a few minutes of lessons on how to not endanger you or anyone else while cooking, we finally started the cooking lessons. We were ordered to partner up. My partner was cute little girl named Sarah. She has blonde hair, green eyes, rosy cheeks, and two missing front teeth. I absolutely adored her when she shyly approached me.

“Hewwow Mithtur. Can you pwease be my partner?” I smiled at her.

“You had me at hello.” I replied. She giggled.

We made some simple recipes and ate them together. I hadn’t had fun like this in a while. I was already looking forward to the next session. The only thing I did not like is that it is only once a week on a Saturday.

I walked with her to the waiting area and waited for her parents to arrive. I learned that she only has a dad now. Her mom died at child birth. She is now 6 and is in the first grade. It wasn’t long till her dad arrived. He was a handsome man. His name was Gauge. He was over six feet tall. He had broad shoulders, green eyes and blonde hair like Sarah. His beard was carefully trimmed. I could tell he goes to a barbershop to have it styled.

He was nice. He was very warm and very intelligent. I actually enjoyed talking to him. He is an engineer and owns a construction company. He gave me his card and winked before he walked away.

I visited a few places that spark my interest before going to the grocery. I can’t believe that you can get lost in a grocery store. Before, I only went to one section, bread and spreads. It’s fun though. Different foods I never knew existed sparked a new interest in me.

I got home at 10. It was an exhausting drive but worth it. It was a good day, or so I thought. As I was walking to my door, I saw Brad, Clay, and Tyler coming out of Jacob’s gate. I guess they didn’t know we are neighbors. After all, I never brought them to my house.

They were white as hell when they saw me. I smiled bitterly and hurriedly opened my door and locked it. So much for spending more time with your so called friends.

***

I took an early lunch to avoid the guys and Jacob. The only living soul aside from me there was Robbie. I hadn’t seen Robbie for quite a while and I felt guilty for shouting at him.

I went to his table and sat across him.

“Hey Rob, I just want to say sorry for shouting at you that one time.”

“Sure. I’m sorry too. I know sometimes I can’t keep my mouth shut.”

“It’s alright. We all have issues.”

“Thanks. How’s rooming with Jacob, by the way?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why?”

“Well he doesn’t really talk to me so I only put my things there and avoid going to the room at all cost.”

“Oh. I thought it was because you had a thing back then in high school. It’s been a rumor recently. I heard some of the older teachers talk about it.”

“Oh. Well, whatever.” I tried to get to know my annoying colleague for real this time. Robbie was hilarious. It turns out we have a lot in common, too. He even invited me for Karaoke with the younger Math teachers. In turn, I invited him to the cooking class. He laughed so hard when I told him about the kids.

We were having a good laugh when the Jacob and the guys entered. I tried hard to not look uncomfortable and I casually went back to my conversation with Robbie. Robbie must have sensed it and invited me for a coffee in the Match teachers’ faculty room.

I felt their eyes bore through me as I walked behind Robbie to the door.

“Thanks.” I muttered to Robbie when we were away from the lounge.

“Anything for a friend. So, where are you going now?”

“I really don’t know. Wait for class I guess.”

“Okay. I’ll head to our department’s office now.”

“All right, see you.”

***

My nap was cut short when the office door opened. Jacob was back. I stood up and gathered my things. I kept my head down to avoid his gaze or gazing at him. I was about to open the door when I heard him speak.

“Kyle…”

I breathed deep before answering.

“Yeah?” I was still looking down. I refused to look at him. I was afraid that one glance at him and my task of moving on would shatter to oblivion.

“You don’t have to make yourself scarce in this office for me. I mean it is yours and I am just temporary.”

“I wasn’t doing it for you, Jake. I was doing it for me.”

“I see. And the guys, it’s -”

“It’s okay, Jacob. They are your friends too. I don’t have the right to stop them from spending time with you.”

“All right. Maybe you can come with us sometime.”

“You don’t to do that have, either, Jacob. I know you hate me. We would both just be miserable if we were together.”

***

Friday Night

It was a night filled with booze and drugs. Kidding. Just booze. We are party animals but not hardcore. I just finished singing Michael Learns to Rock’s 25 Minutes. I like the 90’s. Patricia, the algebra teacher is currently singing Katy Perry’s I Kissed A Girl. Annie, the other Algebra teacher played along with her by dancing. Some of the guys started yelling ‘KISS’ and I joined in. Not failing the request, Annie gave Patricia a quick smack in the lips.

“What the hell was that? I need to see some tongue action!” Robbie jokingly yelled.

The guys followed in chanting ‘TONGUE.’ I guess the girls were pretty boozed as they actually gave us a live make-out session. We, including the other girls, hooted.

The boys were sad when the song ended.

“You’re lucky.” Robbie said to me.

“Why?”

“Cause you didn’t have to feel sad when that ended.”

“Fuck you,” I laughed

“In your dreams,” he said back.

“More like nightmare.”

“Ass,.” he quipped back.

Patty sat beside me and asked a question.

“So, Kyle, there’s a rumor going on school that you and Mr. Hot Model were lovers in high school. Is that true?”

“No.” I denied it. I really didn’t want to drag his name in this issue. If I said yes, I’m sure that this would be the gossip in the entire school.

“They said you were pretty close.”

“When we were kids, yeah, but we ran in different circles when we started high school.”

“That’s a shame you didn’t become a couple. You two really would look good together.” I smiled.

She raised her eyebrows.

“You like him, don’t you?” She asked.

I was tempted to say that I actually love him but thank God I still have my inhibitions. I had opted to be alcohol free tonight since I have a secret cooking class.

“Who doesn’t?” I replied.

“You’re right. That hunk is so dreamy. Too bad, he bats for your team.”

Jacob announced that he was gay the morning the guys suggested it. Soon the girls didn’t really follow him anymore. They were just content to eye the candy in front of them.

I chuckled.

***

We’d said goodbyes to each other by midnight. Some opted to go to get Chinese food and some like me opted to go home. I have no one close by so I went alone.

There was someone slouched in my car. I walked fast to find out who he was. I have 911 in speed dial. It was the man I have dreamt of all these years. His face was so pleasant to look at. Before I could think of earthly ideas, I shook him to wake him up.

“Jacob, wake up.”

The next night, Courtney knocked on Denise’s door at about 9 p.m. The girls were gonna go out to a local dance club to pick up guys. Denise didn’t really want to pick up guys, she wanted to get into Courtney’s panties. She didn’t really expect to, but the thought made her pussy juice up like crazy. Denise answered the door, only to see Courtney standing there looking like a sex goddess. She had on a tight white tank top, and the TIGHTEST little red satin shorts Denise had ever seen. Denise almost came from the sight. She stuttered…

“uhh… h… h… Hi, Courtney…”

“What’s wrong, Miss thang?” Courtney teased, posing all pretty… she knew damn well she was getting Denise wet. Courtney knew that she and Denise had some serious sexual tension… she wanted it as much as Denise did, but they just couldn’t do it… they were always too shy.

Denise finished up getting ready, putting on her tight shiny leather pants, and a fishnet-style top. She was gonna make Courtney hot too, dammit.

The girls walked out the door to go out. As Denise strutted out, Courtney grabbed her ass… “Oooh…. what was that??” Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort Denise beamed…

“Ohh nuthin’… just playin’!” Courtney lied. Doing what she did had made her gush.

At the club, the girls started dancing and drinking. They each got hit on by about 30 horny college guys, but neither of them were interested in anything except each other’s hot bodies. About halfway through the night, Courtney and Denise were pretty buzzed. Courtney was actually REALLY buzzed. She was giggling and stumbling around. Denise pulled her out on the dance floor to calm her down. It didn’t work.

They started dancing to the beat, face to face, smiling and laughing, just having a good time. They started dancing sexy, wiggling their tight little asses and workin’ their bodies, doing a little bump and grind. Denise’s hands strayed down to Courtney’s ass… she didn’t even realize what she was doing. Her hands roamed all over the tight satin, feeling the perfect curves of Courtney’s beautiful ass. The same ass she had watched cum on a pillow just yesterday. Denise started to get REALLY horny. Plus, Courtney didn’t mind what she was doing. She definitely felt it, though, ’cause she was grinding her ass just so, making it all that much more erotic for Denise.

Then, Courtney spun around and backed up against Denise. She grabbed Denise’s arms, and pulled them around her, bumping back and forth. This didn’t seem unusual to the crowd, as girls tend to dance together alot. But this was something more. Courtney was drunk… she bumped her ass back against Denise’s front in wild abandon. She didn’t really mean anything by it, but she also didn’t realize the effect it was having on Denise.

Denise pressed forward a little against Courtney’s hot little butt. Whenever she wiggled, her ass rubbed against Denise’s mound, and Denise’s pants were so tight, it squeezed her whole pussy. She immediately became wet. At first, Courtney didn’t notice what Denise was doing, but when she did, she grinned, and pushed her ass hard back against Denise, intensifying her rubbing actions. Denise shuddered and kept working it. Courtney pulled Denise’s ear to her lips, licked it, and said:

“C’mon baby… fuck my ass… you wanna cum, don’t ya? Hmm? Oooh… c’mon”… she kept repeating these filthy little things to Denise… she was definitely drunk.

Denise almost passed out when Courtney started doing that. She reached her hands around Courtney’s waist, and down between her legs, and started to squeeze on her hot mound. Courtney’s crotch was wet. All the way through her shorts.

But Courtney still had enough sense to know people could see that. She pulled Denise’s hands away, and whispered to her: “Not here, baby… people can see… do that later!!!”.

With that, Denise started to cum. She pushed hard against Courtney’s ass, humping and pumping, and moaning softly.

“Cum for me, baby… do it… do it… cum all over my little butt… oooh… yeah… ohhh shit…” Courtney purred… Denise couldn’t believe it… she came harder than she ever had… this was too much!!!

After they had recovered, the girls went to get a final drink. Neither seemed very embarrassed about what they had just done – probably a side-effect of their drunken-ness. Denise couldn’t wait to see what happened when they got back to Courtney’s room… When they did, the burst through the door, flopped down on Courtney’s bed, and…

… passed out cold.

Working to continue the momentum here, please leave comments or suggestions. Simply trying to become a better writer.

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Walking with Ali to the coffee shop was a unique experience to say the least.

I know Ali liked being stared at by every soul on the street, but for me it was a bit weird.

She acted like she didn’t notice every girl and guy we encountered gawking at her presence.

While only a few days ago I was one of these people staring, there was not one person who didn’t do a double take as we strolled by.

The walk there was a bit silent, Ali constantly looking at me with her wicked smile.

A few minutes later we arrived at Jim’s Coffee, one of the popular off campus coffee shops.

Holding the door for Ali she walked across the threshold with an exaggerating hip swing. Popping her hip, the pose made her yoga pant covered rear look huge.

Ali followed with “Thanks hun!” and a big smile.

Approaching the Barista, a cute girl named Becky dressed in trendy clothes and very tight jeans. Becky was the definition of a hipster coffee shop employee.

“What are you drinking today?” Becky said.

As she focused in on us the look on her face said it all, she couldn’t stop looking at Ali. She was a bit mesmerized.

Becky was trying to decide if she hated Ali for looking like a bimbo, or loved her for being the extreme of the female form, a male fantasy, sexiness in the highest form.

Breaking Becky’s trance.

“I’ll have a drip coffee”

Becky’s face shot directly to mine, she seemed shocked I was standing there.

Nodding she replied quickly, focusing back to Ali.

“And for you?”

Ali simply looked at me, giving me the same body wiggle as back in the dorms. Her eyes pleading with me, a look of fear on her face. Her huge lips pouting forward at me.

A few awkward seconds went by.

“She’ll have a latte” I quickly replied.

Becky looking back at me, rolling her eyes. “That will be 6.75.”

Paying we then proceeded to wait for our drinks. Ali reached in to whisper in my ear.

“Thanks for ordering for me babe”

(After receiving our drinks we found a table.)

Sitting down Ali promptly followed after me and sat down next to me.

Wicked smile returning to her face, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh.

I quickly retracted my hand, feeling a bit uncomfortable. My mind was confused, why was this extremely attractive female taking such a liking to me, of all people?

Ali quickly pouted and frowned. I then slowly returned my hand to her thigh.

“I thought I am the one who is supposed to be in charge here…”

Ali replied “I know you are, but I want you to feel comfortable, help you be dominant.”

At that moment a girl approached our table. Ali shot up and greeted the girl with a big hug.

“OMG Abby sooo good to seeee you!”

“Ali, looking hot as usual! Who’s your friend” Abby replied.

Abby facial expression said it all, instead of Becky’s confusion over Ali’s presence, Abby was confused over my presence. Her gaze was eating me alive, she even had a similar wicked smile as Ali.

Abby was no slouch in the looks department, she had perfectly symmetrical facial features, d cups, rail thin, long legs, and attitude to boot. She had to be at least 5’9″.

“This is Jonny” Ali motioned toward me, giving me a side hug, jamming her huge boobs into my arm, and grabbing my hand.

For onlookers this probably looked insane, Ali was pressing her huge Gaziantep Anal Escort round tits into my body in a very sexual fashion.

Abby was unphased by Ali’s display of affection.

“Cool. Good to meet you Jonny.”

She then pursed her lips in an odd way and squinted her eyes.

“Is he the cutie you were making out with at the party?”

Ali quickly nodded “OMG… Isn’t he so cute!”

Ali gave Abby a huge smile, not the wicked smile I was use to, but a warm smile. She seemed more sincere for some reason at this moment.

Abby smiled and replied “Your so lucky!”

They both reached in to hug and say their goodbyes. This was a show all by itself. The two huge breasted girls leaning in to hug, smashing their large breasts together, forcing their asses back to make sure everyone in that coffee shop knew they were curvy where it counted.

My dick was starting to awaken at the sight of these two bimbos.

“See ya hun!”

Sitting back down Ali slid into the booth. I was starting to be okay with her always being in my personal space.

“So, we hooked up last night?…what did you want to tell me?”

I tried expressing myself in a calm manner, but the tone of my voice clearly expressed by frustration.

Ali’s attitude changed dramatically. She was looking around the coffee shop, wouldn’t make eye contact. She was being weird for sure.

Feeling uncomfortable by the situation. “Should we leave?”

Ali’s reacted like a child.

“Please, I gotta tell you some stuff, I just don’t know how to say it!”

I just made an awkward hand gesture toward her, she took a deep breath and started.

“Sooo, I’m like really into sex, I’m like a total nympho, that’s why I love being dominated by a guy…”

I simply nodded.

“So my Dad is also super dominant, toward me and my mom, n’ stuff… I don’t think college is for me, I just know it’s best for me to be a fuck toy for a guy, a guy like you, a daddy”

I furrowed my brow at her.

“And so, ummm, if I’m not in a relationship with a guy or in school he will cut me off financially, but like I said I really don’t want to do the school thing.”

At this point I was just shaking my head at her in confusion.

“So you just picked me out so you could drop out of school, I knew this whole thing was weird from the start, nobody acts like this.”

Ali’s looked like all her excitement and energy had been taken from her. She went from standing straight up pushing out her chest and pouting her lips proudly, to cutely biting her bottom lip and slouching over trying to cover herself up. Her anxiety over the situation was showing.

“Can I finish and then you can make your decision?”

Ali said in a very low tone toward me. Not making eye contact.

I nodded.

“So like if I get a boyfriend my Dad will pay him every month, he says women can’t be trusted with finances, bills, and money. According to him we are only good at spending it. You would like be in charge of my trust fund and obviously could live off it too, cause you will be my daddy.”

“This is weird, I know no guy would turn you down, but this is just crazy, come on this would make anyone uncomfortable, why me in the first place?”

“Well Mads said you were a ummm… a really smart guy, super gentlemanly, a real mans man, and even though I’m all about being dominated she said you wouldn’t take advantage of me.”

At this point her comments were definitely going to my ego, it felt wonderful. But I had to get back to the point of the conversation.

“Maddie said that?”

Ali was still hunched over, a smile crept up on her face. She nodded in affirmation to my comment.

“So, Maddie knows about this and everything?”

“Well we talked about it a little and when we saw you in the cafeteria we both kind of knew we wanted you to be the one. Out of all the guys you were the only one who could make it past my tits when we met. We just had to see if we were sexually compatible.”

“So you got me drunk?”

“Well…Mads said it was the only way, to um get… you naked!”

Ali then reached in to stroke my thigh, placing her hand uncomfortably close to my hip. She made what I would call a sexy face, her lips fully pouting to the extreme.

“What happen that night? I don’t remember a thing!”

“Me, You, and Mads had so much fun, you definitely know how to have a fun time, baby!”

Frustrated I snapped at Ali.

“Stop with this whole bimbo act! Did we hook up like Abby said?”

Ali started stroking my thigh “It’s ok babe, don’t get mad, I’ll tell you.”

Her wicked smile returned to her face. “And I am a bimbo, your bimbo.”

I furrowed my brow at her bimbo comment.

“We totally fucked, we danced on you practically all night, even after all those shots, you were super hard when we got you back to the dorm. You loved it, you were feeling us up all night.”

“Is there more to this story…?”

“Do you remember making out with me at the party, your hands were all over my ass…we were in the kitchen.”

Shaking my head at her, Ali continued the story.

“Do you remember me and Mads giving you a blowjob in the bathroom?”

“Are you serious?!”

“YASSS BABE! You were so hard from me and mads rubbing up on you all night that we had to help you. We would never let a stud like you have the blueee balls”

Ali had the look of devotion on her face, lips pouted in a submissive way.

I awkwardly replied. “Maddie sucked my dick?”

Ali nodded in an exaggerated motion emphasizing the size of her tits. At this point she was back to thrusting them into my torso.

“I really don’t remember a thing.”

“You fucked me and Mads when we got back to the dorm pretty solid, I totally slept in to 1pm and don’t even remember you leaving, I was out cold. You are a totally a stud hun.”

As she finished her sentence Ali rubbed my thigh up and down a few times, and placed her tiny hand on my chest. She tried reaching in for a kiss. I avoiding her large lips, Ali realized what was happening and gave me a slobbery peck on the cheek instead.

To Ali’s defense she wasn’t changing her script and continued to be so affectionate toward me. Everything about this was weird.

“Do you do this to all the guys you meet?”

She continued to stroke my thigh, speeding up her pace.

“No only for you hun”

At this point I was hard, my pants were stressed, I was extremely uncomfortable by the whole situation, and Ali in all her skills had moved her body even closer to me, her whole upper body was leaning over my crouch. She was practically on top of me.

Ali’s famous smile returning to her face, she was licking her lips like a lioness ready to pounce.

“Ali, I’m just trying to make sense of everything that’s going on here.”

Ali continued to rub my chest.

“I’m sure I can help you feel better about everything.”

I was simply stunned by the whole situation, I tried to readjust my crouch to no avail.

“Excuse me real quick, gotta got to go the restroom.”

“Oh of course babe, why didn’t I think of that!”

Getting up I was surprised that Ali followed me to the restroom.

I moved to open the single occupancy restroom.

Ali quickly ran up and grabbed the door. Pushing us in, Ali quickly slammed the door closed, locking the door behind us. Before I had a chance to say anything.

“Why hadn’t I thought of this, of course you want to use your new toy! Let me be your slut daddy!”

The wicked smile and Ali’s swagger returning after her off behavior. She quickly kicked off her shoes, and in one frantic motion pulled off her yoga pants and sweatshirt.

“Ok babe, lets get your pants off… take a seat on the toilet!”

My dick was at full mast at this point, I literally felt like my balls were going to burst at her display of sexuality and total gratification that I was prepared to cement “our” relationship with a sexual act.

Ali was totally delusional, sexy as hell, and bat shit crazy. But hey who was I to say no as this moment, when would a female throw themselves at me like this?

After removing my pants Ali reaches in to started stroking my dick, a few quick strokes and my cock was oozing precum at a quick rate.

“Ohh yeah, get nice and hard for your fuck pet, this bimbo needs it!”

Ali then slid onto my thighs and grabbed the base of my cock. She brought it to the base of her cunt, playing with my cock she teased me a few times, slapping her cunt.

The image reminded me of a porn scene to the 10th degree, this was about to be my first cowgirl ride.

Suddenly a sweet little noise came from Ali’s mouth and with a sudden entrance she imphaled my cock putting her weight into it.

I quickly let out an “Ahhhhh” sound.

Her weight and the amazing heat coming from her cunt was euphoric to say the least. Ali’s cunt immediately started working me, Ali then quickly started riding me moving around in a circular motion.

At this point I was totally involved in the sensations and forgot about being in a public toilet. I grabbed onto Ali’s huge breasts. Needing and pinching them, I was being way more aggressive with her then what I thought I was capable of.

Ali was riding me in a wild manner, I could feel her cunt work me over, she was constricting down onto me, the feeling was crazy. Her cunt was the definition of tight and warm.

Getting so close to cumming I started to really grab onto Ali’s fat tits. I was giving them a death grip.

“Hun, omg!” Ali whispered in my ear. She was cumming so hard at this moment. I could tell from her reaction that she loved being abused sexually.

Suddenly the sensation picked up, her cunt became the happiest place on earth and I started to cum.

Reality quickly hit me, we were in a public toilet.

Ali had been fucking me for less than two minutes and I already came in her amazing body. My dick continued to twitch, throbbing and forcing out more cum than what I knew possible.

“You did such a great job honey! Don’t worry we will have plenty of time to get your stamina up.”

I was totally silent to Ali’s comment.

“Your so good at fucking, daddy! Like I love when you really use me.”

I was a little overwhelmed but extremely content with what just happened. Odd how just a few minutes ago I was uncomfortable with Ali and what she was about.

Now I knew I needed to fuck this bitch all the time even if she wanted me to treat her like a bimbo, trophy fuck doll, or whatever she said she was.

Her praise of me just couldn’t stop.

“Your such a stud hun!”

“Umm… I think we should leave Ali.”