Chris ends his day and goes home, finding Alex playing video games on the couch. Chris drops a kiss on her head, not meaning anything by it. But she immediately saves and closes the game, turning off the console with the controller. “Daddy.”

“You’re needy today,” he remarks, eyes dropping to her hands, which have drifted to her thighs.

“Is Daddy going to leave me hanging,” she asks. He knows she’s teasing, but the idea still rubs him the wrong way.

“Never, baby. Just let me wash up.” He goes to the bathroom and washes his hands; not needed, he stayed in his office at the garage, but he still likes to. He returns to the living room to find Alex rocking on the couch, impatient. He sits next to her and she climbs into his lap. “Now,” he says. “Tell Daddy about you and Alejo.”

“He was so good, Daddy,” Alex moans.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. He laid me in my special spot. He was so gentle.” Chris smiles. He likes to hear that. “We started kissing. He’s such a good kisser, Daddy, I got wet just from that.”

“Then what?”

“He went to finger me but I stopped him. I thought if he felt you inside me he wouldn’t lick me out. But I asked and he did. At first, he was confused. But when I asked if he minded that I let someone else fuck me, he moaned.”

“Did you tell him it was me?”

“He asked if it was you,” she corrects him. “And when I said that my Daddy fucked me, he licked every drop of your cum out of me. He wants you, Daddy.”

“He just wanted you.”

“He said you were hot.” Chris raises his eyebrows. That’s surprising. He never figured Alejo was into guys. He never showed any interest. “He asked if he could watch.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Alex kisses him sweetly and he smiles. “Thanks, Daddy.” She smirks. “Do you remember what I said about him before I left your office?”

“That you wanted him to suck me off after I fucked you.”

Alex rocks on him and moans. “Yeah. He had to palm himself. He liked that a lot. And then I wanted to ride his face.”

“I know you like that,” Chris says, fond.

“He asked if I would touch myself when I watched you two. I said I would, maybe even use one of those pretty toys you got me,” she purrs, and he remembers that vividly. “Fuck myself on one of them and wish it were one of you.”

“Me first though, right,” Chris asks, smug.

“Of course, Daddy. But Alejo is just so shiny and new. I wanna break him in.”

“Then what?”

Alex shudders. “You know how in Spanish, you roll your ‘r’s,” she asks. He nods. He’s never been able to get the hang of it, but Alex does it perfectly. He looked it up once- something about how the muscles in your mouth and tongue form when you speak one language, and it’s harder to learn the syllables of another one. “He did that inside of me.” Chris is begrudgingly Cemre Escort impressed. “Then he curled his tongue and I came.”

“And?”

“He asked if I’d like another one.” Chris smiles. Alejo seems to be considerate at least. “I said I wanted to come on his cock.”

“And did you?”

“Wait,” Alex giggles, shuffling on his lap. He strokes her back, settling in. “He was big, Daddy. Probably around seven inches and thick,” she moans. He hums encouragingly. “He let me adjust, trying to hold himself back. But he couldn’t help his cock twitching inside of me.” Chris growls lightly. “I rode him, Daddy,” she sighs happily. “He has a filthy mouth, you know.” That Chris does know- Alejo curses more than anyone else he knows. Not when he’s around Chris, though. Then he’s perfectly professional. “Kept asking if I fucked you this well, if you liked seeing me on top of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I teased him, said I would only come on his cock if he was good. He rolled me over and started fucking me so good, Daddy. Hard.”

“Good. What else?”

“Wanted me to take off my shirt and bra,” she moans. “Got his mouth on me. Told him about sometimes you’d fuck them. Told him that my favorite was when you’d fuck me before school, make me feel you dripping out of me all day. And it is, Daddy,” she assures him. “Sometimes have to sneak off to the bathroom and fuck myself on my fingers, wishing it was you.”

Chris growls and rocks up into her- she’s never told him that. Alex laughs breathlessly.

“He really liked that. Lost his rhythm. Reminded him that I wanted to see him suck you off, and he let go of my tits and started fucking me harder. Told him I would tell him exactly what to do to make you feel good while I touched myself. Do you like that, Daddy?”

“Yes, baby,” he gasps, kissing her. Alex squirms in delight and sucks his tongue. He pulls away, nearly desperate for the rest.

“I put his fingers next to his dick so I was stuffed even fuller and I came. He did, too. And I made sure to get every. Last. Drop,” she growls. Then she smiles wickedly. “He couldn’t even speak English. Kept telling me how beautiful I was, how good I fucked him, how badly he wanted to suck your cock.” Alex rocks on him, panting. “I took a chance and asked if he’d like to be held down over your desk as you fucked him. Daddy, he wants it. Bad. So bad he twitched inside of me.” She pouts. “Then he pulled out and his cum started to slip out of me. But I took care of that; dug it out and ate it all up.”

“Fuck, Alex,” Chris says, rocking up into her.

“He told me to get dressed. Teased him by saying that I’d maybe just wait for someone else to come along and fuck me.” Chris tightens his hands on her waist. “Kidding, Daddy.” His hands relax. “Then I said maybe I should find Cemre Escort Bayan a playmate my own age.”

“If you want,” he mutters. “But I warn you- boys are stupid. They have no idea how to fuck girls. And my pretty little girl deserves to get fucked into the ground at every opportunity by someone who knows how to do it.”

Alex moans and rocks on him. “He said the same thing,” she gasps. “Pinned me down and put his fingers in me. Didn’t even move them Daddy, just shoved three fingers inside and stuffed me so good.” She smirks. “He licked them clean after. He looked disappointed- I think he wanted to taste you again.”

“And after all that, you still want to fuck me again,” Chris asks.

“I’ll always want to fuck you, Daddy.”

Chris picks her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. He carries her to her room. Most of the time, they fuck in his bed since there’s more space, but he wants her to smell them on her sheets after. Maybe even touch herself when he’s asleep. Chris puts a pillow down and lays her out, making sure she’s comfortable. She grabs his shirt. “Daddy, I want it hard.” Chris smiles. It’s not often he gets to really pound his daughter through the mattress. So Chris obliges her- yanks her panties down her legs and leaves her skirt on, pulling her close and making her grind her pussy against his jeans.

“Poor little Alex,” he mocks. “Too horny to be satisfied by two big cocks. Maybe I should just tie you up so I can have you any way I want. Leave you red and wanting while I fuck you, not letting you come.”

“Daddy, no,” Alex pouts. He smacks her thigh enough to hurt, making her squirm in both pain and (he hopes) delight.

“Of course I won’t, Alex. Daddy will always take care of you.” He pulls off the rest of her clothes, trying not to rip them; he likes this outfit. She’s naked and shivering on the bed, just ready and waiting for him. He pins her down by her hips. “Where do you want Daddy’s cock first? Do you want me to shove it in your cunt or down your throat?”

Alex moans and squirms. “Both, Daddy, both.”

“You gotta pick which one first,” he laughs. “Personally, I want to fuck you in your cunt first that way you can slurp up all your juices,” he pants, getting impossibly harder. Shit, he could probably hammer nails.

“Yes, Daddy, that.” Chris sits back on his heels, pulling his shirt off over his head. He stands, kicking off his shoes and shoving off his pants. Alex reaches for him, but he flips her onto her front. She immediately starts humping her bed, anything to relieve the emptiness she must feel.

Chris shoves three fingers into her just like Alejo did to remedy that. She moans, but he’s slightly disappointed to learn Alex was right- she ate every drop. Chris tilts Alex’s hips back and up and Escort Cemre slams home, and she cries out. She grinds back on him though, and he knows she’s ok. He holds onto her hips and pulls back until only his head is inside and then thrusts in, grinding against her. She pants.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she chants.

“You’re never this needy,” he says, lowering himself over her. He holds himself still and she whines, hips twitching against him. “Alejo really got you worked up, huh? Are you lying to me? Did he not make you come?”

“No, he did Daddy,” she says, still rocking against him. “But I just feel so empty.”

“I’m inside you.”

“Yes, and I need to be fucked hard.” He pulls out. “Daddy, Daddy, no,” she cries. He just flips her onto her back and sinks in again. She sighs in relief.

From this angle, it’s better for her. And for him. He loves to see his daughter’s face as he fucks her, how her mouth drops open and that wanton expression crosses it. He gets his knees under him, pulling her hips up with him and fucking her in earnest. She cries out. She’s so soft and wet inside, and he’s reminded of when he goes twice in one night. The second time, she’s so open and ready for him, and he’s already fucked a hole for himself and he glides in easy as could be. Alex wraps her legs around his hips and he slams in, grinding once he’s seated and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She comes around him and he shudders, feeling her flutter. He pulls out regretfully, ignoring her whine. He stands and goes to her closet, taking out her favorite toy. He eases it inside and she settles, sighing.

“Come here, baby,” he says, and Alex clenches her thighs together and sits up. She moans softly, distracted and rocking back on the toy. He offers his cock and she takes it in her hand, curling her tongue. She carefully bathes him, licking him clean. He threads a hand through her hair and she sighs. She runs the flat of her tongue up his cock and takes the head in her mouth. He groans and his hips twitch. She pulls off, leaving a strand connecting his cock to her lips.

“Fuck my face, Daddy.”

He groans through his teeth and gathers her hair in his fist, slowly pushing forward. She swallows him down easily, and then he’s in her throat. He sighs and she puts her hands on his hip, coaxing him to move. He pulls back and she pulls off. “Not exactly fucking my face.”

Chris growls and slams his cock in. She moans, muffled, around him. She drops one hand and plays with herself. He reaches down and pulls the dildo out, slamming it back in. She sobs. He alternates shoving his cock down her throat and slamming the dildo into her pussy, and she gushes when she comes. At the sight, he slams in one more time and comes. He pants and slowly pulls away. “You squirted,” he says, awed. Alex whimpers. He gently pulls the dildo out and admires the wet spot under her. “Come here,” he says, picking her up. He puts her in his bed and cleans up her bed, changing the sheets. When he goes back to get her, she’s asleep, exhausted. He curls around her, nosing into her hair, and goes to sleep himself.

Now I know what you are going to think after reading this, it was all made up. But I swear this really happened. The only amendments are the girl’s names. Read on and enjoy. Steve.

*****

“Post Grad/Finalist/Mature Student to share with 2 female students, luxury flat in Hove £35pw inc.

Tel 0273 ******”

I stood looking at the advert on the university notice board for a few moments as I deciphered it, Hove was a fairly unexciting place and required two train journeys to get to university. Hove and luxury an oxymoron I thought to myself. But £35 per week (1991 remember) was very cheap. Luxury back then for a student meant running hot and cold water.

I dialled the number and a rather posh voice answered it, automatically I put on a respectable tone. Explaining I was a finalist at the University of Sussex and wanted a quiet yet relaxed atmosphere.

She gave me an address in Hove. As I travelled on the train I thought about Denise, the only other times I had been to Hove was to watch Brighton and Hove Albion a few times at the old Goldstone Ground (long since gone). I was expecting white, middle class, slightly horsey.

Instead I got, well she looked either Asian (by this I mean from India) or possibly Arabic and tall. She must have been about 5″9′ and very slim. However she wore sensible clothes. The other female student was of the same ethnicicity and age but much shorter, quite plump and even more conservatively dressed.

They showed me round the flat which was absolutely enormous and far grander than anything I was used to. I got the impression their families were quite well off obviously due to the fact they could afford such opulence and by some of the things they said. I hope I made all the right noises, reiterating what I had said earlier on the phone. As was the norm in these circumstances they said they had a few more people to see but to phone them back the next evening. I was pleasantly surprised when they confirmed I could be their flat-mate and move in whenever I wanted.

I moved in three days later. Falguni, the tall one, seemed very aloof and would only converse with me if she had to. Rachita was slightly friendlier but I felt she was in Falguni’s shadow so I struggled to work her out. Although on the few occasions I was alone with her, I got the feeling, call it a sixth sense, Rachita was staring at me when my back was turned.

About a week after moving in they were discussing a girl on their course. Kate was her name…

‘She is such a slut,’ proclaimed Falguni, ‘she was boasting to all her friends, about how she went to that nightclub, the Gloucester, and just picked up some guy. He had a long-term girlfriend. She was pleased with herself, she should be absolutely ashamed.’

Rachita nodded in agreement.

‘Back home that sort of behaviour would not be tolerated, she would be ostracised.’

When they saw me the conversation rather petered out, I must admit I was a bit disappointed, Kate seemed the sort of girl I should get acquainted with.

The two of them went and did everywhere together, almost as if they were the same person. I did have my suspicions, but Falguni had a boyfriend who would visit but never stayed over.

A few days later Rachita said she was not feeling well so Falguni went into uni on her own. I left the flat sometime later but didn’t think anything of it when Rachita asked what time I would be back. Once at the university I spent a couple of hours in the library before going to my tutorial. However there was a note on the tutor’s door saying it had been cancelled. I could have gone to one of the pubs on campus but being a diligent finalist I caught a train back to Brighton before changing for Hove.

I entered the flat, Rachita was not about but I could hear the familiar sound of the washing machine going through its spin cycle from the kitchen whose door which was closed. I fancied a cup of tea so walked towards the kitchen and opened the door.

There I saw it!

I’ve never witnessed someone being killed in front of me, a building exploding, a plane crash any of those extreme things. But what I saw was far more extreme.

There before me with her back to me was Rachita, her jumper pulled up, her skirt down and she was rubbing herself up against the washing machine. I don’t know how long I stayed there open mouthed shocked.

I then made my way shakily back to my room, my heart was racing, skin suddenly clammy. “My God!” I thought, I’ve just witnessed my prim and proper housemate fucking the washing machine.

I didn’t leave my room the rest of the evening only to use the toilet and brush my teeth. However in the middle of the night I woke up with a rather devilish plan.

Next day I left fairly early and spent most of the day at the University Library. It was nearly 6.00pm when I arrived at the flat to find both girls in the kitchen. I stifled a little smirk as I noticed Rachita’s obvious discomfort.

‘What’s up?’

‘It’s the washing machine,’ replied Falguni, ‘it’s not working.’

‘It was alright yesterday.’

‘Yes.’

‘So something must have happened to it last night.’

Falguni Ostim Escort didn’t acknowledge what I said as she stated, ‘we’ll have to call the Landlord.’

‘No,’ I replied, ‘it might be a blown fuse or something,’ as I walked over to the washing machine and knelt down.

‘Hmmm, there’s a bit of an unusual smell,’ I commented as I sniffed the exact spot where I guessed Rachita’s pussy had been.

‘Really,’ replied Falguni.

‘Yeah, it smells sort of musky, not unpleasant though.’

‘What do you think it could be?’

‘Possibly the fuse. Have you got a screwdriver?’

Falguni nodded and went to the drawer where the tools were kept.

‘Thanks,’ as I set about unscrewing the plug. ‘Ah, I see the problem.’

‘What is it?

‘The live wire’s been disconnected.’

‘How did that happen?’ Asked Falguni.

‘I don’t know, but something may have banged into the washing machine, or been rubbing up against it.’

The look on Rachita face was a sight to behold.

Prior to the advent of e-mails, the pigeon hole was the only method of university communication between student and tutor. I decided to leave something in Rachita’s.

Now whilst I don’t profess to be a Monet or Van-Gough, I was quite proud of my little sketch of a washing machine. And to leave my house-mate in no doubt, I wrote in bold capital letters, “I SAW WHAT YOU DID!”

It was quite amusing watching Rachita’s obvious discomfort in my presence over the following days. Fortunately, for her I guess, we were never alone as Falguni was always about. However a couple of days later we were alone in the living room as Falguni had popped out to buy some milk.

Poor Rachita was sat on the settee seemingly trying to push herself between the small gap between the seat and armrest in a futile bid to escape.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked innocently

Rachita did not respond. I looked down at her hands and noticed she was twisting her fingers in knots.

‘You look like you’re in a spin about something…’ I remarked with unabated sarcasm.

‘It’s not what you think it was.’ Her voice shallow and raspy.

‘Oh really?’

‘I, I tripped.’

‘And, landed against the washing machine?’

‘Yes, yes that’s what happened.’

‘Mmm, yes you must have really hurt yourself when you “tripped.”‘

‘How do you mean?’

‘Well, you were really moaning and groaning.’

She let out a yelp of surprise.

Enjoying this I continued, ‘I guess when you tripped your skirt somehow fell down, and your jumper rose up…’

‘Enough,’ she proclaimed.

Rachita was curled in a ball in the corner of the sofa. I did feel a bit sorry for her, but not enough to proclaim, ‘you know I’ve a good mind to tell Falguni what I saw.’

‘No, no you can’t tell her.’

‘Why not.’

‘She’ll tell my parents everyone will know, ‘ then she muttered, ‘the shame.’

‘Hmmm…’

She simply replied, ‘I, I, I’ll do anything.’

‘Anything,’ I replied, before realising she clearly did not recognise how her offer could be interpreted.

‘Yes, money’, she spluttered, ‘money,’ and with that she got up from the sofa pulled out a £20.00 note from her purse. ‘Take it, take it,’ she pleaded.

‘Hmm,’ I replied as I took it before looking at her desperate face, ‘that should do,’ I deliberately paused, ‘for starters.’

‘You won’t tell her.’

‘We’ll see,’ I smiled.

A few days later when we were alone, I sidled up to Rachita and handed over some loose coins.

‘What’s that for?’

‘Your change.’

‘Sorry I don’t understand.’

‘I brought you a little present, so hopefully the unfortunate episode I witnessed does not re-occur.’

‘A present,’ she replied confused.

‘It’s under your pillow.’

‘You went into my room?’ Her voice agitated.

‘Yes.’

‘How dare you!’

‘Before you get all high and mighty with me young lady, let me explain, it’s not the sort of thing that I can give you publically.’

‘What is it?’

‘Go into your room and see for yourself.’

A few moments later she returned holding it in her hands and looking puzzled.

‘Oh please don’t tell me you don’t know what it is,’ I didn’t let her reply, ‘well it’s not a tooth brush or a food mixer, it’s a…’ as I put on my most sarcastic voice, ‘”little washing machine.”‘

She looked at it and dropped it on the floor, ‘no.’

‘Oh don’t get all righteous with me. Just you remember what I caught you doing, something that is indelibly etched into my brain infinitum. This is something that is actually made to pleasure a woman rather than to wash ones clothes.’

‘No, no I can’t,’ as she went to hand the white vibrator to me.

I took it from her, ‘I see,’ I replied sternly, ‘you know I’m now going to tell Falguni how I caught you fucking the washing machine and that I found this,’ I waved the 5 inch plastic phallus, ‘under the settee.’

‘But you didn’t.’

She was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

I remained calm as I continued to hold it.

Rachita looked aghast as she Escort Ostim took the vibrator from me and placed it in her jacket pocket as a few moments later Falguni entered the room.

I remained in the room as Falguni bemoaned the unreliability of British Rail although I was enjoying watching Rachita’s discomfort as she shifted uneasily from foot to foot before making her excuses and disappearing into her bedroom.

It was a few days later that we were finally alone, I sidled up to Rachita and asked, ‘did you use it?’

‘Sorry.’

‘You know what I mean, do I have to spell it out to you?’

She shook her head, ‘no, no of course not.’

‘You are so ungrateful, I go to the trouble and expense of buying a present and you don’t even use it, what gratitude is that?’

‘But I can’t.’

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t…’

Her voice petered out. I looked her up and down, staring at her intently, ‘you’ll enjoy it far more then the… washing machine.’

She looked down at the floor shamefaced, before muttering, ‘but I can’t.’

‘Oh yes you can, because if you don’t I’ll tell Falguni everything.’

She responded with a gasp of shock.

‘I will you know.’

‘Yes,’ she replied in a shaky voice.

‘So you’ll use it on yourself?’

She responded with the briefest of nods.

The next day I managed to catch her alone over breakfast, ‘did you?’

She looked very embarrassed, before she bit her bottom lip and slowly nodded.

I smiled, ‘better than the washing machine?’

She nodded, shame on her face, ‘I did use it on myself.’

‘Did you enjoy it?’

‘I …’ her reply petered out before it even began as she looked away from me clearly very embarrassed.

The thought of her using the vibrator turned me on and I could feel the start of an erection. This led me to ask, ‘will you use it on yourself tonight?’

She looked away.

‘Rachita, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and I like the fact you enjoy the toy I bought you.’ I continued, ‘so…’

‘I might use it.’

‘If you do, can I ask you to do something?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Well, if you do use it on yourself will you hand it over to me first thing before we go off to uni.’

‘Why?’

‘So I can smell it and make sure you’ve told me the truth.’

‘No.’

‘Oh yes, if you don’t you know what will happen.’

She looked down at the floor and nodded.

The next morning I entered the kitchen to be greeted by Falguni, Rachita was also there but avoided eye contact. Over my cornflakes I tried to catch Rachita’s eye but she was having none of it. Fortunately Falguni left the table to go to her room so I had Rachita all to myself.

Once I heard the bedroom door close I looked Rachita in the eye and asked, ‘do you have something for me?’

She looked towards the direction of Falguni’s bedroom before slowly shaking her head.

‘Tut, tut Rachita, why not?’

‘I couldn’t,’ she paused, ‘I was afraid Falguni would see it in my pocket.’

I stifled a smile, ‘not good enough!’

‘Oh please, please don’t tell her what you saw.’

‘Hmm,’ I paused as I stared at her for a few moments. Rachita appeared less plain and sensible every time I saw her. I only wished she’d not cover up her large tits with endless layers of clothing.

‘What?’ She shifted uneasily.

‘Well, if you don’t want me to tell Falguni, I will require something in return.’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Oh I think you do.’

Falguni slowly shook her head.

Looking down at her I remarked, ‘you have a very nice body, that first time when I saw you and Falguni,’ I paused before looking at her chest, ‘the first thing I noticed were those.’

She let out a little gasp.

I smiled, ‘you know, perhaps that’s the reason why I took the room, the chance I might get to see those lovely tits of yours.’

‘Stop.’

I smiled, ‘don’t you like me staring at them.’

‘I don’t know, nobody’s ever looked at them like that.’

I laughed.

‘What?’

‘Of course they have, you were probably just not aware.’

Rachita looked at me nervously.

I felt my heart increase as I said, ‘now if you don’t want me to tell Falguni,’ as I continued to stare at her breasts.

‘What?’

‘I think you know “what”‘.

She nodded nervously, before whispering, ‘I can’t let you see them.’

‘That’s okay I was going to ask if you would you let me feel them?’

Rachita looked at me, I thought she might scream or at best say “no” but she replied, ‘you mean now?’

‘Yes.’

‘I, I,’ she looked round before saying ‘Falguni.’

‘It’ll just be through your jumper.’

‘I don’t know,’ she replied shakily.

‘Rachita.’

‘It’s,’ she looked over her shoulder, ‘if Falguni ever found out.’

‘Just a quick feel, she’ll never know.’

Rachita took a deep breath and whispered, ‘I’m only letting you because you’ll tell Falguni about the washing machine…’

‘And the vibrator.’

‘I wouldn’t usually do such a thing and you promise not to say anything to Falguni.’

‘I Ostim Escort Bayan promise.’

‘Okay then.’

With that I leant over the table and cupped her left breast in my hand, feeling its weight, before giving it a gentle squeeze. ‘Mmm,’ I commented, ‘very nice and big too.’

I then switched to her left breast as I gently kneaded it through her jumper, ‘that feel good?’

‘A bit strange.’

With my thumb I began to seek out her nipple, I felt a small rise in the fabric as her nipple stiffened followed by a gasp.

‘So you like that then?’

‘Yes.’ she gasped.

I then pinched her nipple, eliciting a moan. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘But it feels good?’

She nodded.

I smiled before remarking, ‘so I won’t stop.’

‘Okay.’

‘Mmm,’ I groaned, turned on by her response as I inquired, ‘is it making you hot?’

She looked away.

‘Don’t worry its nothing to be ashamed of. I know it’s making you hot between your legs.’

‘How, how do you know?’

‘I know what girls like and what turns them on,’ I replied as I continued to tease her nipple through her jumper. Looking into her eyes I said, ‘now we still don’t know if you used your toy do we.’

‘But I did.’

‘I want to be sure you did.’

‘How?’

I smiled, ‘a clever girl like you, think about it.’

She gave a slow look of acknowledgement.

‘That’s right, you let me watch.’

She let out a gasp of shock and shook her head.

‘Why not?’

She did not respond, so I reassured her, ‘don’t worry, I won’t touch you, and if you let me watch, I won’t tell Falguni or anyone else about the washing machine.’

‘Nobody’s ever seen me do anything like that.’

‘Yes but I would really like to watch you, that’s all I’ll be doing.’

‘But I can’t.’

‘Why not?’

‘I…’ she spluttered, ‘I don’t know.’

‘It’s not like I haven’t seen you before.’

‘Sorry?’

‘With the washing machine, moaning and groaning you were trying to squash your cunt against it weren’t you?’

‘But that was different.’

‘Why?’

‘You, you didn’t see me.’

‘And are you ashamed of letting me see you?’

She nodded.

‘Trust me, you don’t have anything to be ashamed about,’ as I squeezed her breast, before continuing, ‘I’m really enjoying doing this.’

‘I know.’

‘Do you want to know how much I’m enjoying it?’

Not letting her reply I slowly stood up and then looked down at my groin.

Rachita gave a nervous gasp as she saw my prominent bulge for the first time.

‘You and your lovely tits did this you know.’

‘S-sorry.’

I laughed as I replied, ‘so you let me watch then I promise I won’t tell Falguni about the washing machine, or that you let me feel your tits.’

‘Do you promise?’

‘Yes.’

‘Really, really promise?’

‘Yes you can trust me.’

‘I …’

‘All I’ll be doing is watching you, you might like it.’

‘W-what.’

‘You might actually enjoy me being there.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Putting on a little show for me, teasing me, perhaps you might want to suck on it before you slide it into your pussy.’

‘Is that normal?’

‘Yes of course it is.’

She gave a gasp of surprise.

‘So you will then?’

‘You don’t leave me any choice do you?’

I smiled, ‘I suppose not.’

Both girls usually retired to their respective bedroom at around 11.00pm, so I said, ‘I’ll knock on your door at 11.15pm. Okay?’

‘Okay,’ she repeated shakily.

The thought of me watching Rachita fucking herself with the vibrator was a huge turn on and I sported a rigid hard-on for the evening prior to knocking on her door. In the minutes leading up to the event I changed into my bathrobe and whilst I thought it unlikely she would let me fuck her I put a packet of condoms in the pocket. I listened out for the sounds of Falguni going to bed and left it for another 10 minutes. I looked at my watch 11.17pm, and smiled.

I exited my room and knocked on Rachita’s door and not waiting for a reply I entered. Inside the main light was turned off with just the bedside table light on, Rachita was in bed with the covers over herself staring intently at me and looking very nervous indeed.

‘Hi.’ I greeted

‘Hi,’ she responded nervously.

‘Are you ready?’ I was half expecting her to change her mind or infer it was not a very good idea or even shout out to Falguni that I was in her room uninvited and with evil intentions but instead she just nodded.

‘Where is it?’

She did not respond but instead turned to the small set of drawers next to her bed and opened the top draw reaching to the back and pulling out the vibrator.

I gave a little gasp of delight before smiling at her, ‘I’m really looking forward to this.’

Rachita gave a nod of agreement before turning on the vibrator, its motor giving a barely audible whirr. She held it in her hand for a few moments before taking a deep breath and shoving her arm under the covers.

‘Rachita.’

‘Yes.’

‘That’s not how I want you to do it.’

She turned her head to face me.

‘I want to see you properly, under the covers is no good.’

‘But,’ she protested as she turned off her toy.

‘Pull the covers down, or get on top of them, and I did say I wanted you to put on a little show for me.’

David stood anxiously inline amongst his fellow class mates, waiting patiently for the line to shuffle forward down the hallway to where his module lecturer was returning their first assignment. Given it was the first assignment for this module it wasn’t an especially difficult essay to write. Despite none of the students considering this essay worthy of much of their time, David included, many were anxious to have done well. Whether this urge was driven by a desire for academic achievement or a more primal desire to please the course’s lecturer was unclear. The lecturer, by the name of Emma, inspired admiration amongst students and colleagues alike for her dedication to work and family. It also was fairly well understood throughout the class that Emma was certainly the most alluring and attractive of the department’s lecturers and it was a given that more or less anybody there would jump at the chance for any addition time in private tutorials with her.

David was a shy, reserved boy of 18 who had come to Canada when his father, who worked for the British Diplomatic Service, was posted to the British High Commission, Ottawa. Having applied for university in Canada he’d accepted a place at the University of Ottawa and arrived on campus excited about university, if not a little apprehensive at living in a new country, surrounded by the unfamiliar.

Emma Wilson. A women of 28, medium height, a good figure and an assured attitude that spoke of experience, confidence and determination all rolled into a body that often left men gawking in her wake. If her figure didn’t draw attention then her thick, brunette, shoulder length hair and deep brown eyes were sure to instead. Emma was confident in her looks; she knew the power she could have over men if she wanted it, but chose to play down the effect by dressing modestly. She still liked to let people know of her assets but she didn’t show them off overtly. She was happily married to another lecturer of a different faculty at the same university, but like all married couples there were secrets. Guilty pleasures which wormed their way into their personal time. Emma secretly nursed a desire for young, ‘innocent’ men — a commodity which, being a university lecturer, was in relative abundance but which once taken advantage of is necessarily lost.

Despite Emma being a lecturer she was not so far from her own days in university, and as such she could spot students who were still virgins with relative ease. To this end David would find a note tucked between the pages of his returned assignment.

David walks quickly down the hall way, it was 18:30, long after lectures had finished. In his hand David clutches note from Emma, now a little clammy from the sweat on his palms. He is nervous, the note had simply asked him to come and see his lecturer at around 18:30 that evening — there was nothing unusual about that Ostim Escort except the time and the lack of an explanation for the summons. David knocks softly on the door noticing the closed blinds inside the room and Emma leaning back on her chair facing away from him.

“Come in!”

The command is followed by Emma straightening up, her skirt falling back down to her knees as she stands to face David.

“Hi David, come in, sit down sit down, don’t be nervous — you look a little worried, don’t worry there is nothing wrong, you’re assignment was excellently written and very perceptive.”

“Thank you Dr. Wilson” David responded, his mood brightening

“Oh do please call me Emma” Emma trails a finger down to the top of her blouse and nonchalantly undoes the top two buttons immediately revealing her red lace bra underneath and the full breasts inside. David looks startled but can do little to stop his eyes being drawn to Emma’s cleavage. Emma enjoys his discomfort and takes the opportunity to sit on the sofa lying against one wall of her office.

“Why don’t you take of that jacket and join me David, you look so awkward standing there — and would you be so kind as to lock the door and close window blind for me?”

David obliges and turning to take his seat on the sofa he finds Emma’s skirt had ridden up her shapely thighs to reveal a set of black stockings. Emma traces small circles on her thigh as she pats the spot on the sofa next to her, indicating for David to take a seat right next to her. Dumbfounded and speechless David sits, feeling a gentle hardening and enlarging of his cock and flush rising to his cheeks.

“Emma….” David pauses as if to decide if it felt right to call his lecturer ‘Emma’ “I’m not sure…I mean, I don’t know…”

Emma breaks in mid sentence, “Don’t worry about it David, I know you’re nervous, leave it to me — just relax and follow your instincts”

David simply nods and stares in amazement as Emma slowly undoes her remaining buttons and removes her blouse revealing her near-see trough red bra and smooth stomach to David’s widened eyes. She leans forward, giving David a view between her full breasts, enjoying his indecision and inexperience becoming apparent. His arm twitches as if to make a move, Emma quickly reaches forward to grab the hand and pull it up to her right breast, manipulating David’s hand to make him massage it for her. David’s hand remains while Emma slowly pulls his t-shirt up over his head. David pulls his arm inside to allow it to slip over his head. Of his own accord David stands up and removes his trousers and pants, standing totally naked now in front of Emma who gasps upon seeing his cock. Despite her ten years of sexual experience she has never seen such a perfect cock as his before. It is a solid 8 inches long, ram-rod straight and with a girth she thinks Escort Ostim will fit perfectly inside her. She licks her lips in anticipation and as if on cue a droplet of pre-cum forms on David’s slit.

The need for seduction obviously negated, Emma quickly strips down to her birthday suit and stands up in front of David, each appraising the other. Emma sees in front of her a tall, slim young man with lightly tanned skin that tells of a beach holiday a few months in the past — the tell tale tan lines still vaguely visible. David sees before him a medium height woman, oozing a predatory sexuality. Her full breasts begin rising and falling more quickly, her wetness increasing as she sees David responding to the resplendent beauty before him.

A guttural moan escapes David’s lips when Emma leans forward and kisses him quickly on the lips, darting her tongue inside and to her surprise finding David’s tongue already coming to meet hers. The embrace soon broken, Emma kneels quickly and wraps her slender fingers around David’s cock slowly stroking his foreskin up and down. Emma kisses the tip and proceeds to wrap her lips around his cock, slowing bring it further into her mouth eliciting a low moan from David. David’s cock begins twitching with these new found sensations flooding his virgin body and Emma, sensing this, stops sucking his cock — she doesn’t want him spilling his seed just yet, she has other plans for it.

Emma takes hold of David’s cock and pulls him behind her back to the sofa. She sits down and lays back, pulling him down also, encouraging him, and pushing his head between her legs. David now has his first view of a real pussy, inches from his face. Emma’s scent fills his nostrils, igniting a primal lust in him. Using an instinct he never knew he had he leans in and gently runs his tongue along Emma’s slit, applying gentle pressure with his tongue to slide inside the folds of her smooth, shaven pussy. His warm tongue caressing and his hot breath smothering her pussy make Emma arch her back as the sensations spread through the rest of her body. She closes her knees together in ecstasy, pressing David’s tongue more firmly into her pussy, pushing his tongue inside her slit, making swirling motions and stimulating her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Suddenly a look of determination comes over Emma’s face. She pushes David’s face away and stands up, pivoted around pushing David before her and sits him where she herself had been sitting moments before. Quickly leaning forward to make sure his cock is nice and slippery she promptly kneels over him and begins to lower herself onto his now throbbing cock. She leans forward, arching her back, giving David a view of her cleavage hanging in front of him.

“Are you ready for your first fuck, David?”

David’s hips buck involuntarily upon hearing these words and Ostim Escort Bayan he reaches up to pinch Emma’s nipples between his thumb and fore finger, rolling each one between them causing a moan to escape her parted lips. David’s bucking hip is met simultaneously by Emma’s sinking hips. Emma pauses just as the tip of David’s cock slides inside her wet pussy. David groans at his first contact with a warm, wet pussy — feeling the slipperyness envelope his cock. Emma locks eyes with David and holds his gaze as she lowers herself further to the base of his cock, feeling his whole eight inches filling her up, stimulating her nerve endings, causing a flush to spread up her body through her stomach and up to her breasts, now bouncing as she begins to ride him. Sliding up and down his long hard cock, David’s hands on her breasts — massaging them, squeezing them, pinching them — she squeezes her pussy eliciting a gasp from David who clenches his body as waves of pleasure sweep down his cock, to his tightening balls and through the rest of his body, bringing a flush to the skin.

So far they had fucked in silence, interrupted occasionally by a guttural moan or grunt but suddenly Emma calls out.

“Fuck David, you like this? You like fucking your teacher?”

Emma leaps up leaving David’s glistening cock standing to attention. Emma goes on all fours on the sofa next to him, proffering her ass for him to fuck. He does so; his knees either side of her, he slides his cock quickly into her soaking wet pussy all the way to the hilt, an ‘ugh’ escaping Emma’s lips with every stroke. David leans forward while fucking her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear whilst laying his body flush against hers, reaching around to knead her breasts, and enjoying the warmth of the full body contact. Emma reaches under her and reaches down past her neatly trimmed pubic hair to rub and swirl her finger over her clitoris, heightening her arousal, bring her closer to climax.

David feels a tightening in his balls, his rhythm changes and his breathing becomes shorter and sharper. Hearing this Emma responds by changing the angle of penetration, bring additional friction and pressure against her clit. With no warning to David Emma cries out, her pussy clamping down on David’s cock and spasms of contractions and pleasure shooting through her body. A long moan accompanies her orgasm and David is dumb struck in fascination at the spectacle before him. Just as Emma seems to calm down she flips over, taking David’s cock from her now quivering pussy and starts to give him a hand job, stroking him furiously until the tightening in his balls leads to an explosion of cum over Emma’s heaving breasts. Emma milks his sensitive cock, squeezing as much cum out as possible before letting go and they both collapse onto the sofa breathing heavily. The scent of Emma’s soaking pussy fills the room and David’s semen oozes over Emma’s breasts and down to her stomach, now glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.

Emma cleans up and they both quickly get dressed.

“Same time in a couple of days, David? I think I ought to introduce you to my other hole, don’t you?”

He was one of the stars of the football team. I was a “band geek”. He was funny and always surrounded by people. I was usually alone with my books. He was the most photographed senior boy in our final annual with one hundred and thirty six pictures. I counted. You know how many pictures there were of me? Not counting the individual pictures they put in of everyone, there were two. Both of them, I was part of his background. In one, I was reading. In the other I was looking at him.

Looking back, it seems that I was always reading or playing my music or looking at him. I wasn’t alone in that last. Every girl was looking at him. But, he was the only guy who never tried to get in any girls pants. I mean, I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. I never had the chance to go out with him. Who wants to go out with a girl with lenses so thick she looks like an owl or teeth that could eat an apple through a picket fence? Not anyone else, but more importantly, not him.

But, girls talk, you know? And all I ever heard were complaints that he didn’t try anything. They would talk about the others trying something, and how they sometimes let them succeed. But, never him. Not him.

That was then, though, and this was now. Everything I had eaten for the last month was haunting me in my guts. Would he notice me? Would he see me? Would he care about the changes I had gone through? The changes I had gone through for him?

“I know that look. It’s too late to chicken out now.”

“I’m not chickening out.” I whispered, not daring to look up at Claudia. “I’m just…”

“Girl, look at me.” I didn’t want to. But, when she bent over in front of me almost touching the top of my head with her forehead, I had no choice. I wished, once again, that I had her eyes. “Look. I don’t care about this thing one way or another except for this. It’s eating you up inside like a cancer. You have got to face him and then either live your dream or get over him and move on.”

“I know.” I whispered. My eyes were burning and she seemed to shimmer in my sight.

“Besides, you know these jocks let themselves go after high school. He’s probably already bald and has a beer belly. Probably married the head cheerleader and they have some kiddo in the homecoming court already.”

“I doubt that.” I laughed and wiped at my eyes. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s different.”

“Then I bet he brought his boyfriend.”

“Stop that.” I laughed and swatted at her with my towel. “He is not gay.”

“Honey, I call them like I see them.” Claudia’s laughter had died and she looked completely serious now. “If he never touched a single girl he went out with, like you say, and he isn’t hooked up already. Then he’s most likely gay. I just want you to promise me that, however this goes, this is it. It’s over. You’ll give one of the guys back at Juliart a chance.”

“I don’t know if I can-“

“Just a chance.” Claudia’s fingers touched my mouth as she spoke. “Not marry the first one when we get off the plane. But go out on a date with one or two. Give real life a try instead of this fantasy you are living in.”

She didn’t understand. No one did. If he could just see me, he would know I was the one for him. I knew he would. He couldn’t help but know it.

When I spotted him at the game, I knew she was wrong. I would never be able to move on past him. And I didn’t have a snowballs chance in hell of getting past that social barracuda on his arm. It wasn’t one of the old cheerleaders. They were gathered close around him, and more than one was literally green.

I sat with the band and talked with the only person other than him I cared anything about seeing, my old band director. Once, when the band struck up a song, he turned and our eyes seemed to meet. That moment seemed to stretch forever. He smiled and waved. I lifted my hand to wave back, but he had already turned away again.

God, how could I have been so stupid? I wondered as I excused myself and started down the bleacher steps. I didn’t care about the half time show with the latest blond bimbette waiting for her tiara. I had never cared about the game, except when he was playing. I was here for him. And I shouldn’t have been. The last five years of making myself over into someone pretty enough to notice were all for nothing.

Memory guided my steps and I ended up passing through the band hall to the auditorium beyond. I had not been in this building since I was handed my diploma and went off to college. But, before that I had spent hours here alone with this old piano.

A tear slid down my nose and fell on one of the keys. It was almost hard to believe that the weight of it hadn’t sounded the note. Şentepe Escort Without a conscious thought on my part, my finger reached out to stroke the wet key. As always, the note reached into the very core of my being and pulled my heart out.

My other hand reached out and stroked another key. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the music. Let it leech out my sadness the way tears had never been able to. The chords hammered at the pieces of my heart, breaking them smaller and smaller and mending them at the same time.

When that song was through, there was more in there. I could not stop. I didn’t want to stop. This time, though, it wasn’t sadness but the love that had stolen my breath away the first time I had seen him smile at me. I was caught up in the storm of emotion tearing at me as the love and the sadness that it was unrequited tossed my heaving heart adrift in the ivory and ebony.

When there was nothing left to come out, my hands stilled and I let the pedal off the floor. The final note drifted away into silence. And then I heard a jarring note shatter the musical spell.

“I thought that might be you, but I wasn’t sure until now.”

Oh, God! It was him! He was here. He had heard my music. He was looking at me even now.

Aware that the careful make-up job Claudia had done on me was now a smeared mess, I turned away from him and started to rise.

“Laura, wait. Please.”

Wait for what? So he could see how hideous I looked now? Now that all of my careful preparations had been destroyed? I was three steps away from the bench and headed for the door when his next words made me trip.

“Of all the things from high school, I miss your music the most.”

“What?” I held my hand up to try to block the lights so I could see him. “When did you ever hear me play?”

“All the time.” His voice was approaching the steps to the stage. I could see him appearing from out of the shadow. “I used to bring my lunch in here and sit and listen to you play every day. I went to all of your recitals. No other music has ever touched me the way yours did.”

“I-I never knew anyone else was here.” I stammered, drawing my legs up under my skirt. He stopped and knelt down with his hands on his knees.

“I know,” he said. “I was afraid that if I ever said anything, you might not come here anymore during lunch. It was nice. Like my own private concerto every day. But tonight… you’ve never played like that before. Your music was always beautiful. But, tonight was like the hand of God reaching down and touching me. Please. Before you go, would you please play something else?”

“B-but, what about your girlfriend?” I hated myself for asking. “Isn’t she waiting?”

“Sylvie is just a friend. And she knew I was here to see you all along. She’s fine.”

“Oh, um. Ok, then.” I stood and moved back to the bench. I settled my skirts and looked at the keys blankly. “What, um, what would you like me to play?”

“Anything.”

I jumped at the nearness of his voice and glanced over my shoulder to find he had moved closer. So, close in fact that he was almost touching me. I closed my eyes and murmered a quick prayer that this was real and not some hallucination from falling and hitting my head trying to run down the bleachers or something.

“What you played before almost destroyed my heart,” he whispered softly. “Could you play something to mend it?”

My hands were shaking as I tenderly caressed the first notes out of that old piano. The chords were nervous. Shakey. A tremulous virgin’s first kiss. A boy trying to get up the nerve to ask out the girl of his dreams. A girl wondering if the boy would ask.

“I don’t understand how you can put something so beautiful into being,” he murmered. “I’ve tried and tried and I can not make anything worthy of your music.”

“Oh, please,” I laughed as I continued to play, the notes taking on the joyousness of him asking and her saying yes. But, now the nervousness was of how to act on that date. “You were a football stud. You were among the top ten in our class. You were in the play. You did lots of things.”

“I tried lots of things,” he sank onto the stool beside me. I winced as I hit a wrong note, distracted by his nearness. “But, nothing I did was as beautiful as what you do. Nothing I have ever done or will ever do will last as long as what you do.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice.” I was hitting more and more wrong notes, but the dischordance wasn’t wrong. It was right somehow. It fit the magic of the moment, the spell of the music.

“No, I’m not.” He said. I glanced over to see a tear leak from the corner Şentepe Escort Bayan of his eye. “I tried music first, then painting, photography. Anything and everything I could think of, but nothing hits the heart like what you do. I’ve listened to other music, studied other people’s art. None of them have your gift.”

The tremulousness, the nervousness was gone now. My fingers hammered and danced among the keys, tapping out joy for all I was worth. I wanted it louder. Louder than the pedals could make it. I wanted the whole world to here this joy, to feel it.

“I fell in love with you when I heard your music the first time, Laura.”

“Wh-what?” I felt like I was choking on my heart as my hands froze. As I turned and looked at him, I felt like my eyeballs were going to fall from their sockets.

“I’m sorry.” He bounced to his feet and took two steps backwards. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I came here tonight, and then followed you here to tell you that. It’s okay though. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll go.”

“No!”

The bench fell over as I stood. My skirt caught on the legs and I stumbled. His arms were there. Perhaps I wouldn’t have fallen off the stage if he hadn’t caught me. Perhaps I would have recovered and been fine. But his catching me stopped me from a wound worse than falling and breaking my neck. If he hadn’t caught me, I would have broken my heart. I would have broken my music.

“You are my music.” I whispered into his strong chest. “My teacher told me I was perfect, but had no feeling. I walked out of class that day almost in tears and ran into you. You helped me gather my sheet music and smiled at me. Your smile is all I see when I play something happy. You with someone else is all I see when I play something sad. I don’t see the notes on the page. I don’t play chords and… and… I play you. You are music. Without you, there is none.”

I had done it. I had told him. After all this time. Now, I wanted to throw up. Or at least sit down and put my head between my knees so I wouldn’t. But, his strong arms held me up, held me to him. I was going to faint. I felt like several of the strings of the piano had snapped halfway through the piece I was playing.

“I never knew,” he whispered. I felt his breath in my hair, then his lips pressed against the top of my head.

I tilted my head back and looked into his eyes. This shining moment was what I had been waiting for all my life. This glorious song of love and contentment. But, there was more waiting. I just knew it. So much more.

I lifted my lips until they touched his. It was magnificent. My heart soared like a bird’s song with it’s delicate wings fluttering in my breast. I needed more, so much more. I stretched out my tongue to taste his lips. His mouth opened and let me in.

I felt his hands sliding up my side, his palms pressed against the sides of my breasts. We were building towards a crescendo, the musician in me could feel it coming. How high the crescendo would reach, I didn’t know. But, I wanted the music to ride it as far as it would.

I moaned in his mouth as my hands reached behind me to unzip the dress that I had so carefully selected to look good for him, but was now in the way. I stepped back, breaking our kiss and the top of my dress fell forward into his hands, baring my breasts to his view.

“Oh, my god, I was wrong.” He whispered as he stared at me.

My hands started to reach to cover myself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could I have been so stupid?

“There is something more beautiful than your music after all.” He continued as he dropped that inconsequential scrap of material and stepped towards me again.

I felt like my face would shatter, I was smiling so hard as I reached for him in return. His hands were like a harpists as he played me like the finest instrument. His armature was firmer and surer than any horn player as he worked me with kisses. I reached the first cresendo of climax laying atop that piano with his head between my thighs.

There was no denoument, but a crescendo of another type as I dropped to my knees before him and reached for his belt. No flautist has ever applied their lips and fingers to the notes the way I did to his flute of skin. He throbbed within my mouth in tempo to our rendition of the oldest dance.

Not even the sour note of the pinch of pain when he took me on that piano bench could spoil the song of joy I screamed to the heavens that my dreams, my music, was becoming real. I thought the concert ended when he spasmed and lost the beat within me, as I felt the warmth soaking into me. I prepared to give him, to give Escort Şentepe us, a richly deserved ovation. But it was only the end of the first movement.

Again and again, he took me on that stage where I had thought of this moment as I played that piano. We could hear the band come in and leave until all was silence. The game would have long been over. People were waiting for us. Yet still my maestro coaxed note after note and chord after chord from me. Now pounding into me like a kettle drum, now drawing sweetly across me like the purest tuned violin.

But, no concert may last forever. Every musician tires eventually, no matter how much they may long to sing just one more. And so, after the final coda, we lay there on that wooden floor, a sweaty disheveled mess, gasping for breath.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“I would say that’s up to you,” he smiled over at me.

“I could move back here.”

“And give up your music?” He propped himself up on one elbow and stared at me. “Not just no, but hell no.”

Didn’t he understand yet? Without him, there was no music. I felt wounded. I wanted to weep. After all of this, he didn’t want me?

“But, I will graduate in December,” He said as he stroked my nipple. “I was thinking about graduate school, but… nothing says I have to go here. I mean there are other schools out where you are that I could study something other than music, right?”

“Really?” I gasped. “You mean that? You would come out there with me?”

“Only if you want me to,” his hand pulled away and I wanted to moan for the loss of his touch. “I mean, I guess I could stay here and just buy your cd when you get famous.”

It took me a moment to realize he was teasing me. I hit him in the shoulder and he smiled and leaned over me to kiss me.

Dressed again, and outside, I studied our hands where our fingers were intertwined. Somewhere in the distance, horns were honking and people were yelling.

“It looks like we won,” he said, pointing at the scoreboard that was still lit up.

“I’ll say I did.” I smiled. He smiled back at me a pulled me in for a kiss.

“There’s other places you could do that you know?” A voice called. “It’s fucking freezing out here.”

I looked over to see the beautiful woman who had been sitting with him leaning out the window of his car. Jealousy surged through me, then died. He wanted me. He was going to follow me home.

“So, how is this going to work anyway?” I asked, looking up at him. “You’ll just… I don’t know. Move in with me or something?”

“Or something.” He smiled and his fingers flexed in mine. “We have a couple of months to talk about it. We can try it however you want it. Just promise me you’ll play for me again.”

“Always,” I whispered as I leaned in to kiss him. “Just promise me you will play me again.”

“Laura, Kevin, I hate to be a party pooper and I am really really happy to see it worked out for you guys but I’ve been sitting here for two hours. Can we please either break this up or move it somewhere I can get warm? Please?”

We laughed and I reluctantly let his fingers go. As he walked away from me towards his car, it was the last time I would ever see him. He was killed thirty minutes later in a wreck with some drunk football players who’s celebration got out of hand.

I didn’t know anything about it as I drove back to the hotel where Claudia was waiting for me. I didn’t know a thing about it the next day as we boarded our flight home. The first I knew was when Claudia set me down and showed me a web page news story about the accident. According to the story, the whole town was in mourning for the three boys killed in the crash; the quarterback, the receiver who caught the game winning pass, and the tailback who had already signed with some college or another. She made me keep reading. I screamed when I read the names of “the couple in the other vehicle”.

Did they mourn him too? Or was five years too long for them to remember he was once a star on that same field? And they weren’t a couple. We were. He was mine. Finally, after eleven long years, we were going to be together. Would they have mourned that too? Or just the drunken louts who stole him away from me, who stole my music?

I tried to follow him. I would have too, except for one tiny miracle. While I was being treated, it was discovered that I was pregnant.

I had trouble reaching the keys during my May recital. Partly, the tendons in my arm were still stiff where I had cut them. Partly, my huge abdomen was getting in the way. I was too tired to play a curtain call for my standing ovation. Carrying twins will take a lot out of you. But, as I stood there on that stage to accept my bouquet of roses, I felt him applauding too.

I still feel him there, listening, every time I play. Whether it is on a stage in front of a thousand people, or an audience of two listening to a lullaby at home. When the music pours out of me I can feel him.

Here is my third part of the story at last – it will make more sense if you start at One. My thanks for your patience. “As you from crimes would pardon’d be, Let your indulgence set me free.” And as always, please vote or comment if you like it. Thanks!

*****

This has been a legitimately intense day. From the get-go.

Mwali’s alarm went off in the darkness. Her phone played its little tune a few times before I worked out what it was. I reached over her shoulders, grabbed the thing and tapped it a few times before it stopped.

That was all by reflex. I don’t think I woke up, but anyway I couldn’t make sense of where I was. The time was wrong, the moonlight was wrong, the bed was wrong… It was warm and soft, there was someone here… Mwali.

I could dimly make out her smooth back, the curve of her hips, the subtle smell of her skin and her sex. Memories floated through my mind, of making love, with her, for the first time, laughing, crying, romping with her. I smiled to myself in admiration for actually remembering some Shakespeare to quote to her. Mwali of course had lots.

The second time. In my life. In the quiet night, whispering secrets to each other.

Then the warm slipping, holding each other, falling asleep together.

Then there I was, totally confused by the jingle of her alarm, sitting up in a strange bed.

Our plan was that I would get up and go home around dawn, get organised for school and somehow take it from there. Yeah, it wasn’t much of a plan, but it was all we had. I stumbled out of bed and groped around for my clothes. I shuffled out of the bedroom, only missing one sock, but couldn’t remember where we’d left our school bags…

Mine was propped by the door. I remembered I’d got my laptop out to start some homework – I never actually opened it, Mwali distracted me when she led me into her bedroom. The laptop was now back in its sleeve, in my bag, waiting for me at the door.

Not really thinking about it, I walked out and down the road to the bus stop. The pre-dawn light gave everything a soft, muted version of the strong, bright colours we are used to in Australia. The air was cool, with a promise of heat later on. Dewy grass and flowering bushes scented the air. The traffic was still a quiet murmur before the day got going.

My body snapped from groggy not-really-awake-yet, to every sense speaking to me, from my feet pressing the ground to the faint breeze on my face. I brushed a lavender bush as I passed and the scent washed over me. I had a sense I would never forget every detail of the quiet morning. That old Hunters & Collectors song, Throw your Arms Around Me came to me and I laughed as I sang.

You will make me laugh and make me cry
And we will never forget it
You will make me call your name
And I’ll shout it to the blue summer sky…

What was coming over me?

I did forget a few details. I must have rushed into my house, grabbed some clothes and some breakfast, talked to mum and got my usual bus to school. I turned up, but I still don’t remember exactly how.

And school was a daze. I normally pride myself in having a smart-arse answer tailor-made for each of my teachers, but today, I’m not sure if I even spoke. I can’t remember if anyone asked me anything, so maybe I looked so weird they just backed off. Or else they did ask, and I’ve lost all memory. It’s possible.

At lunch I went to my bag, then remembered I hadn’t organised anything. That was a jolt. Mum usually gets stuff out and she and I make a sandwich or three (She makes jokes about how much I eat while I stay thin – which is a good way to annoy your sister!). Did I have any money to get something?

There was a lunch there. Mwali’s mum (I guess) had made something and put it safely in the bag for me. It was chick peas and some cold meat; not my normal, but what was normal, today?

Just as school ended the phone buzzed. “Hope not forgotten catch up after school mum”

I had totally forgotten.

The coffee with mum was… interesting, shall we say. There’s a nice place near her work, with excellent orange cake.

We talked. About small stuff at first. But that obviously wasn’t what the catch up was about. Mum was bursting to give me a long session, I could tell, with lots of probing and kindly advice, but to her credit she held it in. I’d mentioned Mwali and the Shakespeare stuff once or twice at home. It would’ve been obvious I was enjoying the friendship (actually doing a bit of homework was a bonus for the parents) and I was sure Macunköy Escort she’d joined the dots after me not coming home last night.

The tricky bit came at last: “You know we love you and we care for you…”

“Yeah, course.”

“We would want you to love and care for your… friends. Treat them, properly, respectfully.”

A pause. Thank you mum for looking out the window.

“I get that. I promise. This whole thing, it’s special. It’s totally caught me by surprise. I’m, I’m sorry I didn’t let you know and stuff- “

She cut me off with a wave. “Don’t apologise. Just be a decent, careful person. With us. With her. And take precautions!”

I was caught by surprise again and I laughed. It lightened the mood. Mum, you’re the best.

“Don’t think I can’t recognise that twinkle in your eye! She must be very special, wooing you with Shakespeare! I probably would’ve liked to meet her first. And maybe even her parents, eh? I’m, I’m trusting you… you be as good as I hope we’ve brought you up to be.”

She paused and took a swallow.

“I will say this much. I would like to meet Mwali’s parents soon. And you’d better keep up with your schoolwork!”

I felt my eyes pricking.

A text arrived. It was Mwali, inviting me to dinner at her house. I guessed she’d had “the talk” as well as me.

It was a moment. I looked up at mum. She was smiling but uncertain, struggling. She was wanting to let me go but wanting to hold on to me. How close was it to my thoughts!

She guessed who it was. “Mwali?” she said.

“Yeah. Dinner, with the family…”

She laughed. “I think I like her parents already! Well, she got in first. Off you go, but I need you home tonight! And you owe me a dinner – two if I count last night!”

Mum had tried her hardest not to be awkward. She’d done an OK job. She kissed me as I stood up, and lightly wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, but said not a word. I think her eyes might have been shining too.

The next surreal moment was at Mwali’s house. Dinner was cooked with lots of cheerful shouting in English and Swahili. Mwali was told to “entertain our guest”, so we just sat and watched. She sat very straight, looking radiant and proud. She would glance sideways at me under heavy eyelids and smile. I felt like I had the silliest grin on my face, but I couldn’t get rid of it. Small brothers and sisters would bring bowls of good things to the table, they would stop and stare at us, then run off chattering. When we were called to dinner the commotion got louder. Mwali’s father went to the head of the table and we all sat for a moment, in total silence.

He said Grace, quietly and naturally.

After the Amen it just went mad. Everybody passed bowls, served food and talked non-stop. Then they ate and talked non-stop. About everything. How was my mother and father? Your relatives are well? The rains are good, but we need more in the country. Mwali have you written your speech yet? John Oliver is good, but the rude words! Our treatment of refugees must improve. Mwali didn’t pass the sauce! Do you think Pope Francis will move Americans to better understand climate change?

My head was spinning, but I was loving it. Mwali’s mother put some Shakespeare into the conversation. Mwali looked at me and rolled her eyes. I nearly burst out laughing. A small person showed me a pinwheel she had made at school and that saved me.

Everyone had a laugh, shared some news, ate well and (the thing that struck me the most) showed respect for each other. If an adult spoke, the children listened, but many times they would invite a child to speak, so we all listened to them. It was a good meal.

After the equally crazy tidy up/wash up/put away, children went off to do homework, or turned on the TV (I hadn’t even noticed it wasn’t on before). Mwali and I went into her room.

And I lost it. The room, the scents of Mwali in it, brought the memories flooding back. Last night – only last night? Only this morning? Could it be? Making love, in this bed, with this amazing girl. Then going home at dawn, running along her street singing, “throw your arms around me”. Home, school, lunch, the convo with mum, the happy dinner… I sat on the bed, eyes shut, tears welling up, my breathing all wrong. Trying to laugh and cry and not make any funny noises.

Mwali came to me. “Manny, dear my love -” She saw the state I was in and just stood between my knees, hugging my head against her chest. The tears flowed. I listened to her steady breathing Macunköy Escort Bayan and felt myself start to calm down. I let my head fall between her breasts and it just felt nice.

Mwali started to rub my shoulders and I felt a soothing wave ripple down my back. I must have shrugged, because she laughed and did it again.

“You are liking that, indeed! Shall I continue?”

It was another of her questions with only one correct answer. She expertly picked up my ankles and swung me onto the bed. She took my shoes and socks off and started to push me up the bed. I took the hint and laid myself out on my back. She put a squirt of moisturiser into her hands and rubbed my feet, firmly pressing her thumbs into my soles and gently rolling and stretching each foot. It felt great.

She ran her hands up inside my trousers and gripped each calf muscle. Then with a cheeky look she came out, ran her hands right up my legs and undid my belt buckle. She tugged on my pants and I helped her by lifting myself up. With pants off, she set to work on my thighs and calves properly.

I lay there, wondering. I was being undressed by a gorgeous girl (my fantasy and now a reality), stroked over half my body, but I wasn’t really aroused, I just wanted to lie there and enjoy it. I watched her arms and shoulders flex with the effort she was making. leaning forward slightly, her breasts swung as she pushed into me. She smiled down at me as my face showed how much I liked it. I decided I could really get used to this. And maybe I should learn how to do it to Mwali.

She concentrated on my hands, kneading the palms and each finger, then moving up my arms. She tugged at my shirt and I slipped it off. I’ve always felt self-conscious about not having the ripped six-pack and bursting pecs, but Mwali’s tender look told me how unimportant it was to her. A thought went through my mind: boys don’t care if you’re a B-cup or a DD, boys like all breasts (whatever they might say). So maybe girls aren’t overly fussed… if they like you, they like you.

“Beauteous and lovely youth. Roll over,” she whispered.

More moisturiser, and now some hard work on my shoulders and down my back. She seemed to spread my shoulders wider and my back longer. It all felt fantastic, helped by the sensation of Mwali sitting on my bottom. I imagined her breasts hanging above me as her hands pushed and kneaded my muscles. Every firm stroke left a warm imprint in my flesh.

After working my back, she pulled and kneaded each arm, then reached up to my shoulders, rolling and kneading and pressing. I had a faint sense of her body brushing my bare skin. She tugged one shoulder up as a signal to roll back.

I lay there, warm, relaxed, not completely sure any of this was really happening. Mwali knelt beside me, giving me her big smile and half-closed eyes. She reached down to the hem of her top and drew it up over her head.

I gazed at all her lovely brown skin as she reached behind and undid her bra. Her heavy breasts with their dark nipples jiggled and settled on her chest. She knelt up, slowly tugged her pants down, then stood up and pulled them off. Mwali in all her natural, naked glory. I was excited and alarmed.

“Mwali, if someone…?”

“I promise you no one will! Did you not hear mother? Ah no, it was in Swahili. She said we are not to be disturbed for anything!” Mwali beamed.

This was not your average mother, that’s for sure. Well she’s the one who dealt so beautifully with Mwali’s horrible first time. I should be grateful.

At this point Mwali had climbed over me and was straddling my hips. I had lied earlier, I was quite a bit aroused by the massage, the nice attention and the gorgeous girl now sitting on me. She slid herself over my cock and wriggled it into her cleft. She rubbed it gently, slowly rocking back and forth on it. It felt amazing.

“This is just for you. You have been so good, and so patient with my family. I can feel that now you are more at pleasure.” She slid herself all the way up my shaft, then all the way back. “I like this! And I like the way you admire my breasts! But I have to say, you must be more careful at school. I like you to look, but it must be our secret.” See-crrett.

I might’ve been imagining it, but my cock was feeling moist where Mwali was touching it. I looked down my front to see my cock, but the sight of Mwali made me look up. In the soft light all her soft curves were shining. She was staring down where it was peeping out of her curly hairs, then looking Escort Macunköy up into my face. She beamed.

Rise, resty Muse, my love’s sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;

She leant over and kissed my eyes and lips. I could sense her lips brushing the crusts of tears round my eyes. My senses seemed to be humming – after the massage I was lying relaxed, but I could feel everything. Especially the touch of her lips or an arm – or her pussy sliding along me. I reached up and lightly stroked one hanging breast, then the other and her smile widened. I pressed into the soft skin and rolled the nipples into hardness.

“Mmm, yes. Nice.” Mwali pushed harder onto my cock and rolled her hips around. I could sense her desire rising. Her breathing had changed slightly.

After some more of this, She suddenly opened her eyes wide And looked straight at me. “This was going to be just for you, but now I am wanting to share the pleasure.” She stretched over me towards the bedside drawer and reached in for another condom. I couldn’t resist the stretched skin above me; I dragged one nail up her arm and into her armpit. She gave a little yelp and glared at me. “Mistah Rude!” she hissed. I gave her my best relaxed, cheeky smile.

Mwali sat on my ankles and opened the condom. I peered down and watched, then started in surprise myself as she suddenly bent over and kissed my cock head. Playfully she bit it and I had to stifle my own yelp.

“Another day, I will give you that pleasure also. But now, dear Manny, will I have you inside me!”

She rolled down the condom then climbed up me to kiss me. I could feel her lips and tongue playing in me as something was happening lower down… She sat up as I watched and felt my shaft sliding smoothly in. It felt so good, warm and tight; the sight of my beautiful lover above me, her breasts pointing at me, her smile for me, her weight on my hips… how could it get better than this?

“Mwali, this is… beyond words. So good. I love you so much. Wow! What was that??”

Mwali’s smile widened. “I am only playing with you with my uke, my vagina. I feel you so deep inside, I can squeeze you. Your look tells me you like it!” I liked it.

She sat for a while, or slowly rolled forward to let me suck her nipples (or kept them just out of reach), or rose up off me and settled again. I lay there, relaxed, somehow still feeling the effects of the massage, loving all her little actions. But soon she got more agitated.

She was sliding backwards and forwards on me and I guess her clit was getting stimulated. Her smell changed and she got more urgent. She sat up, still rocking on my cock and strumming herself, holding her breath then gasping out. Her breasts shimmered with her actions. A sudden look of worry flashed across her face.

I knew in a second what it was. She could feel a big, wet orgasm coming and she was worried her “lust was too strong”. Oh Mwali, let it go! I’m up for it! How could I reassure her? Think fast, Manny.

“Come! Come now!” I ordered her. “Come on me, all over me! Give it to me!” I demanded.

She looked surprised, almost puzzled, then the wave broke. She let out a long sigh as her juices flowed. She pressed my shoulders as she shimmied and wobbled on my hips. Her movement smeared her come everywhere – over my legs and hairs, over her shining thighs. Above me her mouth hung open in a heavy smile, her hair hung in a curtain around her face. In all the wetness I came too, pulsing up inside her, my stiff body against her soft one.

I might’ve dozed. I realised Mwali was lying on me, saying my name.

“Ah, my love, you are back. You were away, but, so was I. Thank you so much for, all things. For helping me to have such good orgasms!” I could feel my skin was stuck to hers. Her breasts pressed on my chest. She propped herself up.

“I will treasure this.”

But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure
Mine be thy love, and thy love’s use their treasure

She leant forward and lightly kissed my nose.

“Would that we could stay the night like this. But you must away, and I must to homework. We shall fix ourselves up as best we can, then you shall go home to your dear family. My parents want to meet yours, as I am sure yours want to meet mine. They consider you a fine young man, but the families must accept each other.”

We unstuck ourselves with little giggles and gasps. We shared her bath towel to wipe ourselves down (okay – not much of a plan again, I get it) and got dressed, barely taking our eyes off each other. I nearly forgot my school tie, but Mwali stuffed it into my pocket.

We stood at her bedroom door, looking at each other, both wearing a silly grin. Mwali put her hands on my cheeks and gently brushed my lips.

“Ah Manny. Mine be thy love, and thy love’s use my treasure.”

When I first heard about the course, I could only imagine. I’d been teased about having remained a virgin all through high school. Not that I hadn’t had the opportunity, I had, but I’d refrained simply because for me, the timing just wasn’t right.

Don’t get me wrong either. It wasn’t about waiting for the right girl to come along, many of the girls I had gone out with would have been “just right”, but I really did want the mood, the setting and the girl to be perfect. Sometimes those three things just can’t seem to come together at the same time. So now, here I was twenty-four years old and still a virgin.

And I’m no saint either. I’d had a few of those awkward make out sessions in the back seat of a car at the drive-in, and plenty of them on the downstairs couch at my current girlfriend’s home on a weekend when the parents were away. But like I said, maybe the girl and the mood were right, but often the setting wasn’t. I just didn’t want to be caught in the middle of things and suddenly have to duck out of a window carrying my clothes.

My best friend Larry understood that, to a point, though he’d been amongst my worst critic’s and teasers, never being able to understand why I had allowed so many “golden opportunities” pass by as he’d put it. Then one weekend he had come over to my apartment for our usual pizza, beer and the football game. But he had brought along a brochure with him as well.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I told him after he’d handed it to me. “I don’t need to attend a seminar on being a virgin.” I explained testily. “I’ve had plenty of experience being one for one thing, and for another, it’s not like it’s been my goal in life to remain one either.”

“Read the brochure,” he said simply. “It’s not anything like you’re thinking it is. Diane’s girlfriend Charlene took the course last summer, and according to Diane, it was the best thing that ever happened to her.”

“I’ll bet,” I said dubiously. Diane was Larry’s sister, and through her I had once bumped into Charlene. Having met her, I could understand why she had remained a virgin. “I can just see it now Larry, a fun filled week of lectures, seminars and god knows what with a bunch of nerdy, homely looking men and women with nothing better to do than to sit there gawking at one another and wondering just as I would be doing, why the hell they even took the course in the first place.”

“If you were to see Charlene now, you’d know what I mean,” Larry told me disapprovingly. “Like they say, don’t judge a book by its cover. She’s changed, and if it wasn’t for the fact I was dating Susan, I might seriously consider having a run at Charlene myself.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Just take a look at it, read through it and then decide. According to what Charlene told my sister, it wasn’t like anything she’d been expecting it to be either.”

I glanced through it while we ate pizza, drank our beer and watched the game. The next available openings were less than a month away over a long weekend beginning with orientation night on a Thursday, and ending on Monday evening with a graduation of sorts for those who completed the course.

Though I had skimmed through it, I hadn’t really read through it, pretty much discarding the whole idea in spite of everything Larry had told me. Once again, being forced to participate in a seminar specifically designed for self possessed virgins wasn’t my idea of a good time, nor a way to spend and waste a long weekend.

As an afterthought, I took the brochure with me to work on Monday and decided to give it a more critical look before tossing it in the waste can. By nine-thirty I was on the phone.

“I know that the fee seems a little steep,” the sultry sounding voice that had called her self Janet told me over the phone, “but it’s to ensure a real commitment by those who choose to participate. Two hundred and fifty of which is refunded upon completion of the course.”

A thousand dollars was a lot of money, though I was honestly now intrigued by a few of the things I had finally read and not merely skimmed over as I’d previously done.

“And that includes the room, meals and all of the classes and courses you’ve mentioned in the brochure?” I asked once again. I could almost see the smile in her voice as she spoke.

“All of that and more,” she said hinting at more than what was obviously contained or had been mentioned. “Now, can I send out an application form and a profile study?” she asked.

“Profile study? This isn’t one of those ‘match your mate’ sort of things now is it?”

She laughed at that. “No, it isn’t Mr. Richards,” she said taking a more serious tone. “After orientation we do group several men and women together for participation in the classes. We like to arrange them with people of similar interests, tastes and personalities if we can. It also makes the classes a lot more interesting and stimulating if you attend them with others more like yourself.”

That made sense, in a way I guess. “Oh, ok, well in that case then, sure go ahead and send me out an application.”

“Can I go ahead and tentatively mark you down for İvedik Escort attendance then?” she asked.

“Sure, why not.” I decided finally. “Maybe this wouldn’t be quite so bad after all.”

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I had quickly arranged the time off from work, packed a small suitcase with the few things that the brochure recommended I bring. Most everything else I could want or even think of needing would be provided. It was a relatively short drive to the resort from where I lived, a nice little mountain hide-a-way that promised plenty of scenery and seclusion. And no wonder, a couple of the “classes” as they’d been more specifically outlined in detail would need a fair amount of seclusion, especially if held outside as many of them would be in order to create a more relaxed, less awkward environment.

I finally met Janet and was indeed a little disappointed that her voice didn’t exactly match the image I had created of her. Not that she wasn’t attractive in a way, she was at the very least certainly cute, but just plain enough to cause me to once again wonder what I was really doing here.

“So, have you been through the course?” I asked curiously sitting down in front of her as I finished filling out a few remaining forms.

“We all have,” she responded simply. “I went through it about two years ago, and then came to work for them shortly after that,” she explained. “But everyone who’s hired, whether they’re still virgins or not attends the course.”

I merely smiled in response having satisfied my curiosity. But there was still one question I had remaining.

“It said in the brochure that I get the refund if I complete the course, but it also says there’s a special graduation ceremony on Sunday night for those wishing to stay and attend that part. Aren’t they one and the same?”

This time she laughed. “I’ll let Mrs. Davies explain all that at orientation tonight,” she told me. “But I’ll at least tell you this, many of the people who attend this seminar choose to remain virgins for one reason or another afterwards, but they do so with a different outlook, understanding and self awareness than most other virgins do. A few who might find circumstances here conducive to losing their virginity while here, are given a very special graduation ceremony in their honor, but again, it’s entirely up to you. The refund is assured simply by attending and completing the course, not necessarily ‘graduating’,” as she put it with an interesting emphasis on the word. “But like I said, Mrs. Davies the course instructor will go into a lot more detail about that during orientation this evening.”

Shortly after, I was then escorted to my modest, but lavishly furnished room. I noticed a T.V., but had already been informed its intent was for evening homework assignments or other instructional applications and not for any other use. There was a bright green terry cloth bathrobe that had been laid out on the bed and was mine to keep. One of the few nice perks I saw from coming here. I’d also been told on the way over to my room as we’d passed by the enormous outdoors swimming pool that orientation would begin there at six-o’clock sharp, just over an hour from now. I was also told as I noticed, that there were several brightly colored chase lounge chairs all grouped together by color surrounding the pool area. My assigned color was green, and I was to join my particular “group” where the seats so indicated by color at that time.

Along with the bathrobe, there was a short welcoming agenda waiting for me. I quickly put away what very few things I had brought along with me, put on the swim-suit we’d been advised to bring along, as well as my new green robe, and headed out towards the pool where I noticed from my window that many who were already there began to congregate. I was pleased to note that some rather attractive looking waitress’s dressed in white bikinis made the rounds taking drink orders and serving them. So far, I was the only ‘green’ person to have arrived as yet.

Having placed my drink order and awaiting it, I took a seat and allowed myself to begin scrutinizing some of the other’s who’d already arrived. It was certainly a surprising mix, one I hadn’t quite totally expected to see. And one that I also found curiously interesting, though I had remembered reading through one section of the brochure about “born again virgin’s” which had something to do with those who weren’t technically ‘real’ virgins, but had become through life’s circumstance once again celibate for one reason or another. Thus, when I saw a few “older” men and women suddenly forming together in the red group of chairs, I understood why, though I found it somewhat amusing.

“Hi, my names Kate.”

The sound of a female voice startled me as I turned to see a young woman taking a seat next to me. She too was wearing a matching green terry cloth robe.

“Hi, Dave, Dave Richards,” I said introducing myself taking her hand in greeting.

Kate had short almost jet black hair that perfectly framed her almost pixie-ish like face. She certainly wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, which I wasn’t İvedik Escort Bayan expecting to see here anyway, but she really was fairly attractive looking, though because of the robe she was wearing, I couldn’t tell much beyond that.

“So, you one of those born again virgins?” I asked, “Or a real one?”

She blushed at that, obviously shy. “No, I’m for real, you?”

“Ditto,” I replied which seemed to surprise her for some reason.

“Seriously? You are too?”

“Yep,” I said admitting it as I took a sip of my drink. “So tell me, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this anyway?”

Ok, maybe it was a lame line, but it seemed to work as she laughed and appeared to relax. “I’m hoping to change that tag a little maybe. At least enough to not be so damn afraid or embarrassed about being one anyway.”

“Being, as in remaining a virgin then?”

Again she blushed nodding her head. “Not that I haven’t tried to change that,” she offered boldly. “Just never seemed to work out, and things kept getting in the way for one reason or another, know what I mean?”

Fact was, I did, and told her so. “Some of the classes looked pretty interesting,” I stated, waiting for her reaction. She again blushed, though without looking away as she sipped her own freshly served drink.

“Boy, you can say that again,” she added knowingly. “Some of which sound pretty embarrassing in fact, but I made a promise to myself if I was actually going to come here, that I would participate no matter what.”

We were interrupted shortly after that with the arrival of four other green-robed group members as had begun to happen all around us as people filtered in. It was just a few minutes before six now, and obviously most had just started showing up before it was time to do so. As Janet had indicated to me earlier upon arrival, it was the sudden emergence of a middle-aged very professionally looking woman who came up to the microphone that had been provided near the edge of the swimming pool. She was likewise wearing a white terry cloth robe, and waited patiently for everyone to settle down into their seats before she began talking.

“Hello everyone and welcome. My name is Carol Davies; I will be hostess as well as counselor and instructor while you’re here. I would now like to take a moment or two to introduce four other colleagues of mine to you who will be very much involved in several of the classes being taught, as well as acting as instructors in their own specialized capacities. After which, I will spend a few moments telling you what to expect while you’re here, what we expect from you, and what the schedule will be during your stay. If any of you have any further questions for me after that, we’ll spend a few moments of time answering those questions.”

There were two male and two female instructors who she first introduced, then began by having everyone refer to the agenda notice that everyone had been given upon their arrival.

“There will be several classes being held each day that you are here,: she began explaining. “Each of you will attend three of them each day according to the schedules provided for your particular group. A map, as well as the times of each will be issued to you daily. There is an hour and a half break during the noon hour where you can come out to the pool, take a nap in your room, eat lunch, or whatever you wish to do. But all classes will again begin at 2:00 sharp, and you are expected to be there, and to be there on time.”

Someone from the blue group raised their hand.

“Yes?” Carol asked.

“Um, it doesn’t say anything about what the class is, only what time I’m supposed to be there,” the young woman asked. Carol smiled; obviously this particular question was anticipated.

“And the reason for that is, we don’t want you coming to any of the classes with a preconceived fear or concern for the course or class content. Each of you will learn soon enough upon arriving to the class what that day’s subject matter is about, along with any assigned homework you’ll be expected to do back in your own rooms later on.”

Carol then reiterated the reasons behind the profiles we’d all filled out prior to coming here, the color-coded group assignments which would be the members of our own little groups we’d all be attending classes with.

“Now, as this is our first evening here together, we want you all to relax, have a good time, and hopefully get to know one another a little bit. And as the first rule we want you all to follow now, is to remove your robes, no hiding beneath them now. Feel free to swim, drink, and participate in the outdoors buffet whenever you get hungry. Beyond that, we’ll see each and every one of you at your assigned class first thing in the morning.”

Which I happened to notice for us on our schedule was 8:00 a.m., after a 7:00 breakfast assignment.

“No sleeping in here!” I said jokingly to my group, and then we all disrobed and began introducing ourselves to one another.

There were six of us in our group, three males, three females, though I Escort İvedik noticed that a couple of the other groups were slightly larger with eight people in all in their groups.

Melinda as she introduced herself was a slightly overweight redhead with more freckles on her face and chest than I’d ever seen on anyone before. She was even more shy than Kate was, hardly saying a word except to give us her name.

Patty was a dishwater blonde who was on the opposite extreme, and certainly too skinny for my particular tastes with hardly any real noticeable boobs at all. She was also fairly short and just over five feet, and reminded me of a small child rather than a young woman who was a year older than I was!

Bill and Pete were the two other male members of our group. That “nerdy” definition fitting one of them perfectly. I had almost expected to see a pen protector in the pocket of the green robe he was wearing, along with several differently colored pens sticking out of it. But it was Pete who surprised me most of all. Here was a fairly tall, good looking kid that looked like some sort of super-jock just out of high school, which he was. The youngest of us at twenty, I couldn’t for the life of it imagine why he was even here. Explaining my own presence here wouldn’t have been nearly as hard to believe. But his was and I couldn’t even begin to put my finger on the why.

Eventually we all drifted off to get a bite to eat, returning with trays of all sorts food and sat eating, getting to know one another slowly over the course of the evening. Kate seemed to attach herself to me, sitting nearby which was fine with me as I liked her too. And I guess it only seemed natural as we’d been the first to meet. But she’d obviously been wondering the same thing I had been when at one point she leaned over to me discretely and wondered why a guy looking the way Pete looked would even need to be here.

I merely shrugged my shoulders however, letting it for now remain a mystery. I was sure that in time, we’d probably discover it, or he’d somehow share his reasons behind it with us. All in due time I supposed.

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The following morning after breakfast, the six of us in our group showed up at the outdoor Amphitheatre where we soon were met by Amanda one of the female instructors. As we’d been previously told we were all again wearing our green robes and swim-suits beneath. It promised to be a warm day, so I was glad that I wasn’t wearing anything else beyond the suit and the bathrobe. We soon formed a small semi-circle sitting around where Amanda stood on the first row.

“Welcome to class,” she began. “And before we begin, it’s important for you to know that you will only have two opportunities to pass this class. Today, and then again on Friday if you don’t chose to participate today. And unless you do pass this class, you won’t be given a certificate. Now, just for being here and even attending the course, you’ll still receive your refund provided you attend all classes whether you chose to pass them or not. But you won’t earn a certificate, which I assure you, might not seem like anything, but will to those who do participate and manage to pass all their classes. Everyone understand all that?”

We all nodded our heads curiously. Then she removed her robe and stood before us completely naked.

“We’re here this morning to begin shedding our inhibitions and alleviating some fears about ourselves, and one another.” If I didn’t know what was coming, I did now, though I hadn’t as yet guessed all of it.

“I want each one of you to tell me at least one thing you find attractive about my body, and one thing you don’t find attractive about my body, and why to each of them. You are free to come and have as close a look as you’d like, touch me wherever you’d like as well. But then you must state publicly your feelings about what you do and don’t find attractive about me. After which, each of one you will in turn, undress, and stand naked before the other members of your group and got through the same exercise. Melinda was sitting next to me and I heard her anguished sigh upon hearing that, but surprisingly I heard Pete issue one as well.

I wasn’t exactly looking forward to hearing everyone tell me what they didn’t like about me either, but I knew the reasoning behind it and steeled myself for the inevitable anyway. I could also see by the look in Kate’s eyes that she wasn’t looking forward to this either, and spoke hoping to assure her. “Just think, if we get this over with here and now, then it’s done and we don’t have to think about going through it all over again on Friday.”

She seemed to smile at that, nodding her head in agreement. “Just try not to be too critical of me,” she whispered. “I know none of us is perfect, but it’s still hard hearing it.”

I had to admire our instructor. She had a large scar on her abdomen that she’d obviously received several years ago from some sort of surgery. Even after all this time it still had a faint purplish look about it that detracted from her otherwise smooth looking skin. But I also noticed that though she appeared to have nice breasts, one was obviously slightly larger than the other. What was difficult for me was that I didn’t really find any of that to be unattractive, though perhaps someone else would. She again wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but I certainly wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers either.

This is my third true story. Please email me your comments. One was about a black woman, one was about a black man, and this one is about a white woman.

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When I was 19 years old, I used to babysit for extra money. People thought I was crazy, but I thought it was the perfect way to make money. You can sit around and watch television, usually eat pizza and drink all of the sodas you wanted to. I also only babysat for families that had older kids who didn’t need a whole lot of attention, and even some where I knew the husband had a good stash of porn.

There was one young family directly across the street from me that had two boys who both enjoyed it when I stayed there. We always had a lot of fun, and I always let them stay up past their bed time. I loved babysitting there because I had the hots for the Mom and the Dad had a really good supply of Penthouse. The Mom was extremely sexy I thought. She was 32, had a beautiful face, about a C cup breast and a nice thin waist. Her hips were a little big from having two kids, but she was gorgeous. She also had the most amazing lace bras which I used to love taking out of the hamper and smelling. She smelled wonderful! I think she bought her matching bra and panty sets from Victoria’s Secret, but at 19 I couldn’t tell the difference.

A time came where I think the two of them were having marital problems. He seemed to be gone a lot and she seemed to going out a lot. I know she was going out a lot because I seemed to babysit about once a week. She also had this really good looking friend that went out with her a lot. She was good looking and really slutty looking too. It made the mom seem even that much more hot! She especially looked hot the days I went to babysit because she was going out and she really liked to wear something skimpy and revealing. She dressed for fun and she always seemed like she had fun. She never came home with a guy (I fantasized about her friend spending the night with her), but she always seemed to come home late, always seemed a little tipsy with a smell of alcohol and cigarettes in her clothes. She didn’t smoke, but there was not a No Smoking policy in my hometown then. I always liked it when she came home late because I made more money and it gave me more time with her husband’s porn stash after the kids went to sleep. I was very lucky that since she lived so close and was such good friends with my parents, there were times when I would spend the night there if I would fall asleep on the couch. There were a lot of times where the kids would fall asleep at a decent hour and she wouldn’t get home until late, so I had plenty of time with the magazines. I also liked to go through her drawers and see what I could find. I really enjoyed her underwear drawer because she had such a good selection of things to wear. I could see a lot of her panties and bras in the hamper, but looking in her drawers gave me a chance to see some of the things she wouldn’t put in the washer. She had some really nice garments and just looking at them would give me a hard on.

I realized after several months, I had never looked in what kids think is the greatest hiding spot. I never looked between her mattress and her box spring. One night I looked there and found an envelope with Polaroid’s in it. I was very excited when I opened the envelope. I kind of guessed what type of pictures would be in there, but didn’t want to get my hopes up too much. They were justified in being up. There were about a dozen photos in different poses of the mom and of her best friend. None of them were of the two of them together though. I never did find out if she was bisexual, so that could have explained why they didn’t have pictures together, plus I imagine they may not have had a photographer. Up to that moment, this was the best time I had babysitting for her. Needless to say I used the photos for motivation as I layed on her bed and jacked off two times before she got home. After the second time I put the photos back carefully and went back to the living room to watch television.

For the next month whenever I would babysit for her, I would always get her photos out the first chance I had and jack off often. Some of the times I would pull out a couple of her husband’s Penthouse magazines and read the Forum articles while I looked at her pictures. It was the greatest thing a 19 year old could ask for. I went to look one night after the great month, and the pictures were gone. I don’t know where they went, but began to think that maybe Karşıyaka Escort she suspected either myself or her kids had found them. They were way too young to begin to think of anything like that, so if she suspected anybody, she probably suspected me. It was kind of exciting thinking she knew I had seen her naked body. At the same time though, she may not have suspected anything and may just have given the photos to her girlfriend to keep at her place. Either way, I no longer had the pictures to look at. I still did have a good selection of magazines which was all a teenager could ask for. As I lay there that first night, I got excited by the pictures, by what I was reading in Forum, and by the thought that she may have discovered that I would do bad things to myself while I looked at her. In my young mind, I thought she might have been turned on by the idea of me seeing her and by the thought of me fucking her like they did in the magazine stories. I decided to do something about it. I thought if I made it more obvious that I had found the magazines, she would know how horny I was and may want to act on it. After I was done jacking off for the last time that night, I left a couple of the magazines out where they could be seen under the bed. They were kept under the bed, but I left them sticking out so that she could tell somebody had found them. When she finally got back that night, she paid me and I went home. Nothing happened.

The next week she called me to see if I was available on a Friday night. Of course I said yes. I got there about 7 and she and her friend were ready to go. They told me they would probably be late, so I should go ahead and call my Mom and plan on sleeping on the couch. No problem I thought. They left; I played with the kids, fed them some pizza and ice cream, and then watched a little television before they fell asleep. I had them go to bed and looked at the clock. It was only 1000 which was great because it gave me plenty of time with the porn stash. I looked at the magazines for an hour or so, jacked off a couple of times (two times in an hour sounds like a lot, but remember that I was only 19), and then suddenly saw headlights in the window. I had plenty of time before she would come in the house, but was disappointed she was home so early. I had decided I was going to leave the magazines out again which I did before I went into the living room and started watching TV. I saw the headlights back out of the driveway and then heard the keys in the door. The mom came in and I could tell she had been drinking, but hadn’t had too much. We had our normal small talk and then went in to the kids room together to check on the kids. They were sound asleep still. We walked back into the living room, and she said she had to go get some money from her bedroom. I thought uh-oh because I knew she was going to see the magazines. She called my name and asked me to come into the room. I knew what it was about and started getting worried that she was going to be pissed and I was going to be in trouble. She was standing on the side of the bed I had the magazines on and asked me what this was as she pointed at the floor.

I kind of stuttered, and said I had just found them that night. She told me I was lying. She knew I had been looking at the magazines for some time now and had been playing with myself in her bed because I would accidentally leave the lotion out beside the bed and she could see my cum covered tissue in the trash can. Then she asked me if I liked her photos she had under the mattress. I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. She could tell that I guess because she just walked over to me and kissed me. I knew how to kiss and was hoping I was doing a good job. Up to that point, I would have been content with just kissing, but she wasn’t going to stop there. As she was kissing me, she moved her hand down to rub my crotch. I guess she liked the huge lump in my pants because she rubbed it and rubbed it. Then she took one of my hands and placed it on her tits. I had plenty of boob action on dates before so I squeezed them like an expert I thought. One of my girlfriends liked her nipple pinched so I did that and the Mom just squealed. I thought she wanted me to pinch harder but she yelped and told me not to pinch so hard. I guess I had a lot to learn.

I think she obviously wanted more than for me to play with her boobs, because she began kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear lobe. I was taller than her so it worked out Karşıyaka Escort Bayan perfectly. She eventually reached down and pulled up my shirt and moved to kissing my nipples and my chest. I had never had that done to me before and it felt wonderful. She was kissing one nipple and then began rubbing the other one. She squeezed it kind of hard and it hurt a little so I yelped. She looked up at me and asked me how I liked it. I wanted to tell her I liked it all but nothing came out of my mouth. I had been holding up my shirt which kept my hands occupied. I pulled it up over my head now so that my hands were free. She was kissing my stomach and before I knew it, somehow she loosened the drawstring on my sweatpants. She had gotten all the way down on her knees at that point and she pulled my sweatpants all the way down to my ankles which left my cotton covered cock at eye level for her. She licked the outside of my underwear and got a good taste of my precum. She licked me, and bit down a little on my cock too. I was loving it and she was loving it too.

She told me to sit down on the edge of the bed to which I gladly obliged. I was sitting there with my underwear still on and my sweatpants around my ankles. She got up and made sure the bedroom door was locked and walked back over to the bed, removing her shirt as she walked. She just threw it on the floor and since I didn’t want her to feel alone, I took my shirt off and threw it down on the floor too. All she had on was her jeans and her black, lacy bra and I was in my sweats (around my ankles) and my white briefs (with a big wet spot on them). She came over to me and took my sweats completely off and tossed them on the floor somewhere. She spread my legs a little and crawled between them. As she was doing that, she unclasped her bra’s front hooks and tossed the bra somewhere too. She had beautiful tits I thought. They weren’t really big, but they were perfectly shaped with a slight pointing upwards. Her nipples were good sized and very dark. I loved what I saw.

While she was kneeling there, she reached towards me and pulled my underwear down a little revealing my very hard, 8″ cock. She didn’t pull the underwear all the way off so my balls were still covered. She then began licking my head with her tongue trying to get all of the precum I guess. I wanted her to take it all into her mouth, but she only licked it. She then rose up and took one of her tits in her hand and rubbed her nipple on my cock. She had gotten all of the precum, but I was so horny, there was plenty more still in there. It leaked all over and coated her nipple. She backed up a little and the precum made a string to her nipple. Then she took her other tit and did the same with her other nipple. Both of her nipples were shining with my precum. She stood up and pushed me gently back on the bed. I was laying there on my back and she crawled up and put one of her tits in my mouth. This was the first time I had ever tasted my own cum and it was pretty good. I sucked on her nipple and remembering that her nipples were kind of sensitive, never did bite down on it that hard. She rose up and put her other nipple in my mouth giving me another taste of my cum. Her eyes were closed the entire time and she had a look of extreme pleasure on her face.

After I cleaned off both of her nipples, she stood up on the floor and unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down. Her black, lacy panties were part of a set and matched her bra perfectly. I didn’t see them that long, because she pulled them down too. She stood there naked in front of me and crossed her ankles which kind of covered up her nearly hairless pubic area. As she was standing there, she cupped one of her tits in both of her hands and flicked her own nipple with her own tongue. It was so hot. She didn’t do that very long before she walked back over to me and pulled my underwear all the way off. She reached for my cock and grabbed it, pointing it directly at the ceiling, perpendicularly to my body. She let go and it snapped back down making a slapping sound on my stomach. She bent at the waist and began licking my cock again, before she finally gave me what I wanted and took it all into her mouth. She grasped the base of my cock with her hand and bobbed up and down on it. I closed my eyes and just laid there enjoying the pleasure. Luckily I had already cum twice that night because otherwise, I would have exploded into her mouth right away. I think she wanted more than to just suck Escort Karşıyaka me off.

She eventually stopped sucking me and climbed up on the bed. I started to get all the way on the bed too, but she told me to lie as I was. Who was I to argue? She asked me if I had ever licked pussy before and I lied. I told her I had. She said good, as she crawled up and started to lower her pussy onto my face. I could smell the musky, and wonderful aroma of her pussy juice. I could see the few hairs she had glistening in her own juice. She wasn’t all the way on my face at first, but after she got her legs comfortable, she lowered herself so that her pussy lips were touching my lips. I eagerly lapped away. I was just licking like a fool when she made me stop and asked me if I had really ever done it before. I said that I had not. She could probably tell that I had not before so she told me to take it slowly. She also reached down and pulled her lips apart and showed me the little stub that was her clit. She told me to lick her crack some, but to also make sure I licked at her clit too. She lowered herself back onto my face and used her hands to keep her lips apart. She obviously trained me correctly, because as soon as I licked her clit a few times, and even sucked on it like it was a little cock, she flooded my mouth with her pussy juice. She was a very big cummer. I didn’t really know she had orgasmed, so I kept licking at her clit and pussy. She became very sensitive when she came and made me stop. As I look back at it, I was probably killing her as I continued to lick on her clit at that point. She rose up a little just to make sure I couldn’t touch her any more with my tongue and just sat there. I guess she was also a long cummer. She finally opened her eyes, and looked at me and told me how great that was. She said it was my turn.

She turned herself around 160 degrees so that her pussy was still in my face. She didn’t lower herself any so I couldn’t easily reach it, but I could still smell her wonderful odor. Before I could say or do anything, my cock was in her mouth. She was a pro. As I got older, I looked back and realized I had never had a blowjob that good before. Maybe because it was from somebody I had lusted after for so long, or maybe it was because she was so good at it, but it was a fantastic blowjob. She licked and bobbed and sucked. Her mouth had so much suction in it. She was able to put my entire cock into her mouth which I thought was going to choke her. She would go all the way to the base so that her nose touched my balls and then just hold it. I didn’t know how she was breathing. Then she would rise up and do it again. She was slobbering a lot I could tell because I could feel her saliva running down my balls, I loved it. She loved it too, but she wanted fucked. She just stopped and I asked her why she stopped.

She didn’t say a word as she turned herself another 190 degrees and quickly lowered herself onto my cock. She was very good at it because she went straight down. She didn’t have to feel around at all for my cock to find her slit. She just sat right down and lowered herself all the way down the length of my cock. She looked at me and smiled and asked me if I could feel her. She was squeezing her pussy muscles and it felt like she was trying to milk the cum out of my cock. At that rate, she was going to get it. She smiled and she saw the big smile on my face. She rose up a little and began going up and down on my shaft. She reached down with her own hand and also began rubbing her clit. She was getting close to cumming and so was I. Suddenly, she began biting her lip like she was trying to hold in a scream. I had to do the same. I was cumming and I knew it. In one long spurt, I erupted into her beautiful pussy and she flooded my cock with her juice. We both just spasmed for a moment before she opened her eyes and reached down and kissed me. I eagerly kissed her back.

She eventually climbed off me and lay next to me on the bed. We were both laying there naked, when we thought we heard a noise in the hall. One of her kids must be up. She quickly got out of bed, threw on a robe and told me to get dressed. She went out in the hall and saw her youngest boy going to the bathroom. He saw her and was excited that she was home. I knew he wasn’t going to go back to sleep. I decided to go ahead and get dressed. She came back into the room in a minute and told me he wanted to stay up and watch TV with her and I should go out the back door. I said ok and then left. She never did give me my money that night, but I did “babysit” for her again, even some nights when the kids spent the night with their friends. She was always a lot of fun and she taught me more than anybody else ever has. I owe her greatly for that. She’ll always hold a big place in my heart (and in my crotch).

Everyone has a story about his or her first time. Some are good, some are bad, and some are really embarrassing. Some are actually just humdrum and ordinary. My own story is probably one of the ordinary ones. Nothing embarrassing happened. It was enjoyable and fun, but I’m sure I wasn’t all that great. In fact, the details are probably too boring to even bother elaborating about.

Jeanie Delvecchio, on the other hand, now she has a great story about her first time. And I’m not just saying that because I was involved. Well, more than involved — I was the one. Still, biased though I may be, it’s a great story. And it begins the same way a lot of first time stories begin: long before the actual act.

Jeanie and I grew up in a relatively small town. It wasn’t a truly tiny place like in the Midwest, but it was a quaint little town on the East Coast, within driving distance of a few big cities. A nice place to raise a family in the heart of suburbia.

Growing up there had given us both the values and morals of the good, hard-working American tradition, as well as a rather acute sense of wanderlust and a hunger for adventure. But it was a happy upbringing and we were healthy, good-natured, middle-class American kids.

My best friend was Tony Delvecchio, Jeanie’s older brother. Tony and I were a year older than Jeanie and a year ahead of her in school. I also had a younger sister, Jocelyn, who was the same age as Jeanie. Our sisters were friendly with one another, but not as close as Tony and I. We were inseparable.

We met on the first day of 6th grade. The Delvecchios had just moved in down the street from us less than a month before. Jocelyn and I had noticed that two new kids moved in on our street, but we didn’t have time to play with them right away because we took a family vacation and were out of town during the weeks right before school started. Consequently I met Tony while waiting for the bus on the first day of school. Jocelyn and Jeanie met each other later on the bus to elementary school, but Tony and I had to leave for school earlier because we were big, bad 6th-graders.

Our friendship began the second we started talking. Tony and I were pretty much of one mind, and that mind mainly revolved around two things: sports and mischief. We weren’t malicious kids, just your average punk-ass pre-teens, thinking we were a lot cooler than we actually were.

In detentions and on sports teams our friendship grew through the years. The names Jim Stillman and Tony Delvecchio became synonymous, and they always meant hijinks. And all the while Jeanie was there, tagging along with us whenever she could, bearing the brunt of our immature antics. Tony was the typical older brother, taunting and teasing Jeanie in sometimes amusing, yet sometimes cruel, ways. I’m sure I was probably the same way with Jocelyn at times, but most of the time I was pretty nice to Joss. I never saw the fun in picking on my little sister. But Tony tended to be a big pain in Jeanie’s ass. I never understood why; I think it was just a deep competitive drive that lurked inside Tony. He always wanted to win, and he always had to try to be the best. I think that attitude carried over to his sister.

So he would pick on her relentlessly. But don’t get me wrong, he loved her dearly. It was ok for him to tease her, but if anyone else dared cross her, he’d be on your ass in a heartbeat. He had a fiery temper that could be intimidating at times, but since he and I were so close I never really worried about it myself. And, of course, I never crossed Jeanie. Sometimes I’d pick on her in a good-natured, not-too-mean kind of way. But I was never insulting or disrespectful.

I think it was this quality in me that originally made Jeanie take a shine to me. We were in our early teens, just beginning to notice members of the opposite sex. At that age, a single year made a huge difference in the way you looked at the opposite gender. For Tony and I, younger girls were essentially invisible. For a girl like Jeanie though, her older brother’s friend was probably pretty appealing. So over time it became kind of an ill-disguised secret that Jeanie had a crush on me.

Her crush really came as no surprise, especially with the way Tony picked on her. I was constantly defending her and taking her side to protect her from his ribbing; it was only natural that she would start to like me. In opposition to Tony’s tormenting ways, I became somewhat of a hero figure.

Jeanie was a bit of an awkward girl in her early teens. She wore big, plastic glasses, and she hadn’t quite had her growth spurt yet. So she remained shorter than most girls, and a bit flat-chested. Plus, her hair had a natural curl to it that was always difficult to tame. Tony pointed these so-called “faults” out to her on a regular basis, and I’m sure it wreaked havoc on her self-confidence.

To her credit though, Jeanie would fight back. She’d throw barbs at Tony, and occasionally a punch or two. She was a tough kid with a lot of fire in her, and it made her very likable and a blast to be around. For Yenikent Escort my part, I really did genuinely like Jeanie, but, as I said before, younger girls were essentially invisible in a romantic kind of way.

But the kid had fire, and it made her appealing, there was no denying that. She needed that fire for so many reasons. She had an older brother who took satisfaction in messing with her, and she had the unfortunate curse of having a unique name. For a kid in your early teens, nothing is worse than having a name like no one else’s. Other kids will pick on you and think of the most ridiculous jokes.

Jeanie’s full name was Francesca Giana Delvecchio. It was a family name from way back and her parents had bestowed that tradition on her. Early on though, she viewed that tradition as a burden. She had abandoned even trying to get any normalcy out of the Francesca name and instead decided to go by a nickname for her middle name. After some time, the Jeanie nickname stuck and it was only on occasion someone would use her full name to poke fun at her. Except her brother, who would constantly call her Frannie, Frankie or any other variation of the formal name she grew to hate.

Which was a shame because I always thought it was beautiful. In her adult life she has come to accept her full name, and even embrace it. But back then she saw it as a curse. No matter how hard I tried to convince her otherwise, she insisted she hated the name and never wanted to hear it. Except, of course, from me. Because I had told her how nice I thought it was, even from the first time I’d heard it, she would let me call her Giana. Or sometimes even Francesca as long as no one else was around to hear.

And so it remained as we made our way through the years of school, up into high school. Tony’s rivalry with his sister remained into our high school years, pathetic as it was. And I was always there to defend her. Her crush on me seemed to subside a bit as we grew older. She still always smiled when I was around, but she didn’t always fawn on me with her doe eyes like she did when she was younger. As we matured we just became good friends.

Unfortunately, that was all we could ever be. Even if I had started to like Jeanie, there was no way I could ever have dated her. Tony was absolutely against anything and everything about Jeanie having a romantic life. All the boys she dated had to hide. They could never come over to the Delvecchio house when Tony was around for fear of having their asses kicked. For all the tormenting of his younger sister he did, Tony was fiercely protective of her.

His job of fending off boys became increasingly difficult as the years went by. Jeanie matured slowly but surely. By her junior year of high school, she had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She had grown a bit and now stood about five feet, five inches, an average height. She wasn’t a particularly tall girl, but she could no longer be called “shortie” by her brother, especially since he was only three or four inches taller than her.

She had filled out as well. Her breasts and hips now had curves, and the back of her jeans stuck out in a particularly appealing way. Not that I ever looked, heaven forbid. I knew Tony would kill me if he ever caught me checking her out. Plus, I saw myself as kind of an older brother for her too so I made sure to squash those thoughts as soon as they crossed my mind.

It wasn’t easy though; Jeanie had become quite gorgeous. Besides her body maturing she also ditched the big glasses for contacts and had settled on a shoulder-length hairstyle that did justice to her cute, round face. And her eyes could absolutely melt you. She had deep brown eyes that sparkled with richness. They had a fiery flare whenever she laughed or got angry. On several occasions during our conversations, I would find myself becoming hypnotized when I looked into them, and had to snap out of my reverie. Any time I ever had a romantic thought about Jeanie, I would mentally chastise myself.

“She’s off-limits, stupid. Wake up and stop fantasizing. She’s Tony’s sister, and he’d kill you. Besides, she’s practically your sister, dumbass!” This thought process soon became a recurring theme in my head.

I kept myself in check pretty well throughout high school. I never so much as placed a finger on her, or made a single romantically-inclined remark. Besides, Jeanie got plenty of attention from the boys so I was certainly the least of anything her brother had to worry about.

Jeanie was quite popular in high school, in fact. Probably more popular than even Tony and I were, and that fact drove him insane. Not me. I had long since resigned myself to the fact that both my younger sister and his were pretty much way cooler than we were. I never saw that as a threat or a problem. Good for them, I figured. And it wasn’t like Tony and I weren’t having fun. Sure, maybe we didn’t run with the cool, popular crowd, but we had our share of friends. And we sure as hell had our share of fun. I’d had a couple of girlfriends and I was Yenikent Escort Bayan beginning to search that new realm of discovery. So I never saw the point of messing with Joss or with Jeanie. On the contrary, I was always friendly when I saw them.

Practically every day at lunch I would swing by Jeanie’s table and whisper, “Hey Francesca,” as I dropped a soda or a candy bar on the table in front of her. “Hey James,” she would whisper back, knowing full well no one ever called me by my proper name either. It was our little game, and it made our friendship special. Like we had a secret only the two of us shared.

Plus, I had my hands full with keeping an eye out for my own sister. She too had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman, and she drew the attention of all sorts of guys. I never really picked on Jocelyn, but I definitely let her know when I didn’t approve of a guy she was hanging around with.

Soon though, Tony and I were seniors and graduation was upon us. I couldn’t believe how our high school years had flown by, but the next thing I knew I was applying for colleges. In the spring of my senior year I opted to attend a state school in the fall about an hour and a half away from our hometown. Tony, however, opted to start working right away. He had spent his summers working at a landscaping company. Not only did he really like the work, he was really good at it. So good, in fact, that he would be made manager of the company just a few years after graduation. He was a hard worker with a smart business mind; the decision was easy for him.

He wished me well when I left for college, and of course he visited me often. College girls definitely liked the fact that he actually had money. Most of the guys they met, like me, were pretty much flat broke all of the time. Tony could afford to take girls out to eat for a real meal, and we took full advantage of this fact. Mostly he’d pick up the check and I’d scrape a few bucks together and throw them Tony’s way when I could. But it worked. We were always able to find girls willing to double-date with us.

Our arrangement was that he was the money, and I was the wit. I would charm the girls, and he’d get the check. That deal was fine with both of us. Tony was always just a bit awkward with the ladies. Having me there to break the ice initially and to keep the conversation flowing smoothly throughout was worth the money, he said. We made a good team.

Soon though, my freshman year of college came to an end and I moved back home for the summer. It was mid-May, and I immediately applied to get my old high school job back. I was a waiter at a local Italian restaurant. The family that owned the restaurant was good friends with the Delvecchios and it was Tony’s father who’d first gotten me the job. In the beginning, both Tony and I had started out as bus boys when we were 16. Tony got the job with the landscaping company for better money and left soon after, but I stayed and eventually went from bussing to waiting on tables. It was decent money and it did the trick.

But soon an adventure was to come my way that I had no way to see coming. When I returned from college it was mid-May and Jeanie and Jocelyn were nearing the end of their high school careers. They had both recently turned 18, and could truly be called women now. Having been away for a year I marveled at how beautiful, smart, and mature they now were. I had to shake my head when I hung out with them, hearing how grown up they had become. Gone were the kid sisters I once knew.

I had just eaten dinner with the Delvecchio family one night, when Jeanie approached me out of the blue. I’d only been home a couple of days and Tony and I were planning on going out for the evening. He was upstairs cleaning up before we left when Jeanie popped into the living room where I was lounging on the couch waiting.

“Hey James,” she teased as she ran into the room and jumped on the couch next to me. She was wearing a pair of tight, black Capri pants that hugged the generous curves of her hips and behind, and a loose-fitting shirt that revealed an almost immodest amount of cleavage as she curled her feet under her and leaned toward me. Her perfume was sweet and delicate in the air.The fleeting thought swept through my mind that this was no little girl anymore, but I pushed it aside. I couldn’t let my mind wander like that.

“Hey Giana,” I teased back, echoing our old joke.

“So… um, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while, but I… uhh, don’t really know how to.” She seemed very ill at ease and she kept biting her lower lip as she talked. I didn’t really know what was going on, but she looked so impossibly cute, even in her discomfort, that I had to try to calm her.

“What’s up, Jeanie? You know you can talk to me about anything.” I tried to give my voice a soothing, comforting quality. It was rare to see her uncomfortable about anything, so I wasn’t sure what was going on. I put my hand on her forearm to reassure her. Her olive skin was warm and soft to the touch, and Escort Yenikent I felt a little tremor pass through me when I caressed her.

She smiled down at my hand on her arm and seemed to relax a bit. “Well,” she said, still smiling, “I’m just going to come right out and say it.” She took a deep breath to gather herself. “My senior prom is next Friday, and I would very much like it if you would do me the honor of escorting me.”

The last part of her question came out rushed and a bit awkwardly and she exhaled sharply after saying it. My jaw dropped open when she said it, but she quickly regained her composure. “What I mean is,” she continued, gathering herself, “would you please go with me to my prom?” She smiled hopefully as she asked, shrugging her shoulders slightly in anticipation, and it made my heart melt. Her big brown eyes gazed into mine expectantly, waiting eagerly for my reply.

“Oh Giana,” I said, somewhat taken aback. I squeezed her arm with my hand. “You know I would love to go with you, I mean, I would be like the luckiest guy in the world.” She gave me a huge, wide smile when I said this.

“Really?” she asked, her smile beaming. She was an absolute vision to behold as she smiled, as though this moment had been building in her head for quite some time, and she got the answer she’d been longing to hear.

“Absolutely. I would be very honored and very lucky. Except…” I let that word hang in the air for a moment, and she gave me a puzzled, expecting look. “Well, I’m not sure your brother would approve.”

“Oh… right. That.” She said it slowly as though she was expecting me to say it, and possibly feared I’d say it too. “What if I told you to just leave the brother thing up to me?”

“Well, I guess…” I paused for a moment, thinking. “Hey, what about Jeremy?” I asked, suddenly remembering that the last time I saw her, over Easter, she was still dating Jeremy Gund, a guy in her grade that she had dated for nearly a year.

“Yeah, he and I broke up,” she said flatly, no emotion whatsoever in her voice. It was clear that that subject matter was closed.

“Oh I see. Well, in that case…” I stopped to think for a moment. Somehow I feared this might cause some sort of friction between Tony and I. But the sweet look of anticipation on Jeanie’s lovely face warmed my heart, and I put any fears aside. I took both her hands in mine. Something told me that given the past we shared, Jeanie had probably very much been looking forward to this moment. How could I possibly let her down?

“I would love to go with you, Giana,” I said softly.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, of course.” I knew the prom was a very big deal to most girls, and if I could somehow make the evening special and memorable for Jeanie, then I felt I had to do it. I owed her that.

At my reply she squealed delightedly and pounced on me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly. I put my arms around her and held her close.

“Thank you so much, Jim,” she whispered in my ear, “this means a lot to me, it really does.” Her breath was warm and soft in my ear, tickling me and sending little waves of arousal through my body. I suddenly became very aware of the sexuality of the creature I held in my arms. For the first time ever, the thoughts I kept censored in my head came crashing forward uncontrollably. Her body was warm pressed against mine, her breasts soft and yielding against my chest. Her hair smelled sweet, and I could sense the warmth of the soft skin on her neck just inches below my lips. I ran my hands down to the small of her back, to where I could already feel the gentle rise of her rounded bottom, and I felt her fingernails dig gently into my own back.

Suddenly I was struck by a thought. She wants this. I knew I wasn’t imagining things as I felt her exhale a long, warm breath into my neck, sighing contentedly as she did so. Her nails were in my back holding me close to her, and I realized in a heartbeat that I had to stop this. It would be far too easy to let this get out of control and her brother or parents could walk into the living room at any moment. Even just holding Jeanie in this close, tight embrace was more than I should do; it wasn’t right. And the temptation to touch her, to feel her soft, supple young body, was becoming more than I could control. I longed to let my hands drop down onto her behind, to squeeze her softness under those skin-tight pants. To let my lips caress her smooth neck, and make a trail of gentle kisses slowly down to her rounded cleavage.

But I took control of myself. I ran my hands to her sides and pushed her gently away, regaining my composure. I looked her in the eyes. “You do realize Tony is going to be a real pain in the ass about this, right? I’m worried you’ll get your hopes up, just to have him crush them.”

She ran her hand along my cheek. “Listen, James,” she said calmly, “you just let me deal with the pain in the ass Anthony Delvecchio. You made me very happy with what you just said, so my hopes are going to be way up no matter what.” After saying this she gave me a wide smile, and leaned in quickly to kiss my cheek. The actual kiss though, was not quick. She placed her lips fully on my cheek and gave it a long, slow kiss, sensual and alluring. Then she pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and whispered simply, “Thank you.”

Dan was caught up in the excitement of the moment as he and Chloe drove to meet his friends at their predetermined rendezvous spot. He and his friends had just graduated from high school the previous week and to celebrate were taking a trip to his family’s cabin in upstate Pennsylvania. His girlfriend, Chloe, sat in the seat beside him as he drove. They had been awkward friends since the start of freshman year of high school and had become a couple during their sophomore year. Both had been very active in sports and marching band. Dan was about 5’10” and had short cut hair that matched his brown eyes. He wasn’t ripped, but he had well defined muscles and even a slight six pack. Chloe was also in great shape with a slender body, long brown hair and emerald green eyes. Her legs were well toned from years of track and she was petite all around only standing at about 5’4, with B cup breasts and a tight round behind.

The 18 year old couple was driving with the radio blasting one of Dan’s favorite Pink Floyd songs. It was the beginning of June but the temperature felt like mid August so rather than putting the AC on, Dan had all four windows down and the moonroof open. He was distracted by the beauty sitting in the seat next to him. Chloe was wearing a black tank top and short denim shorts that never would have passed any school dress code. Dan knew from their little romp in the morning that she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could see her little nipples poking through her tight shirt.

“Try not to kill us, babe,” Chloe quipped as she caught him looking, “I want to at least enjoy this trip first.”

Snapping out of his daze Dan blushed and refocused on the road he said shyly, “Sorry, I can’t help it, you’re too damn beautiful.”

“Ok, lover boy,” Chloe laughed, “save all the sweet talk for the trip, you might get lucky if you do.”

Dan couldn’t help but smile. He and Chloe had never had sex in the two plus years they’ve been a couple. They’ve fooled around plenty though with oral and other sexual activities. Even that morning before they left his house they both went down on each other, so the thought of doing more with Chloe instantly peaked his arousal. They weren’t waiting for marriage or anything, just both waiting for the perfect moment.

Dan glanced at the clock on the dash. Even with the unexpected play time he and Chloe had this morning, the couple was a half hour ahead of schedule. Their friends weren’t meeting them at the coffee shop until 8am.

“We’re going to be pretty early,” Dan said glancing over at Chloe, “might want to text Nate and Haley to see if they can make it sooner.”

Chloe laughed, “Fat chance! I don’t think Nate has ever been early for anything in his life,” she said as she typed and sent the text.

The pair pulled into the coffee shop and walked in. They both got cups of coffee and grabbed a booth as they waited for their friends. They chatted and laughed as they always did, never letting the conversation die off. They were both usually pretty shy, but after knowing each other for four years, and being a couple for more than two, their conversations usually went on for hours without stopping.

Finally after waiting for thirty minutes their friends, Nate and Haley, walked through the coffee shop door. Nate was about 5’8 and was a bit stocky, he carried the little bit of extra weight well though. With bright blue eyes he had long wavy hair which caused people to think he surfed, joke was he had never even seen the ocean before. He was also the twin brother of Dan’s best friend Jason, whom would be joining the trip with his girlfriend over the weekend. Nate’s girlfriend Haley was one of the best looking girls in the school. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair that matched her perfectly tanned skin. Like Nate, her eyes were a bright blue that could have seduced any man. Her body was lean and fit with small A cup breasts.

Haley smiled as she spotted Dan and Chloe sitting in a booth. Her and Nate walked over and joined their friends.

“Hey guys,” Nate said with a smile, “sorry we’re a little late. Had trouble getting Haley moving this morning.”

Dan laughed as Haley punched her boyfriend in the arm, who feigned pain, “Something tells me it’s the other way around,” he said.

“Of course it was!” Haley said a little annoyed, “This guy will be late to his own funeral.”

“Well we’re here now,” Nate said excitedly, “so let’s get this trip going!”

The group all got coffee’s to go and piled into their respective cars. Dan and Chloe pulled out in his Lancer with Nate and Haley following in his pick-up. The drive would take about three hours and was nothing but back roads and a few small towns. Chloe had decided to make a playlist of her and Dan’s favorite songs for the car ride. Not even fifteen minutes into the ride they were both shouting lyrics and laughing at each other’s horrible singing.

Dan always drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the shifter, so Chloe seized Demetevler Escort her moment and placed her hand over his. Dan felt her soft, warm skin touch his hand and looked over to see Chloe smiling at him.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Oh nothing,” Chloe replied with a coy smile, “I’m just thinking about how much I appreciate you bringing me on this trip.”

“Of course, babe, I wouldn’t have even thought about leaving you at home,” Dan said, leaning over to kiss her.

Chloe’s phone rang out over their loud music, forcing her to mute the radio and put her window up so she could hear it.

Chloe answered, putting her cell on speaker, “‘Sup, Haley?”

“Hey, so I forgot to use the bathroom before we left,” said Haley’s voice through the phone, “any chance we can stop somewhere?”

“Yea,” Dan said to the phone, “we’re almost in Ashland, there’s a nice diner we can stop and get some breakfast too.”

“Hell yea!” Nate’s voice came booming through the speaker, “I’m starving!”

“Alright, another ten minutes then,” Dan told them as Chloe hung up the phone.

As Dan promised the group reached the diner in ten minutes. The four of them stepping out of the two cars, stretching.

“So how much longer?” Chloe asked Dan as they took a seat in a booth.

“We’re about half way,” Dan replied looking at the menu, “so about a hour and a half.”

“Awesome, we’ll be there by lunch then,” Chloe said in relief.

“In a hurry?” Dan asked her chuckling.

“No, not at all,” said Chloe, “I was just curious.”

“Okay. By the way, Centralia is right up ahead,” Dan said with a big smile, “I figured we could stop and check it out for a little.”

“No way!” gasped Chloe, “Everytime you talk about that place I get chills.”

Everyone in eastern Pennsylvania knows about the story of Centralia. The town that burns under the ground. In the heart of coal country Pennsylvania, the mine under the town of Centralia had ignited in the early 60’s and has been burning ever since. The town was abandoned and condemned by the state. Even still the smoke seeps up through the ground giving the town and ghostly look and an eerie feel.

“Did I hear Centralia?” Nate said returning from the bathroom with Haley behind him.

“Yea, it’s only five minutes up the road, we have to drive through it,” Dan explained, “I was hoping to stop and check it out, but Chloe won’t let me.”

“You can do what you want,” Chloe said slapping Dan’s arm, “but I’m staying in the damn car.”

“Sounds a bit scary,” said Haley uneasily as Chloe nodded in agreement with her, “I’m with Chloe, in fact I think we should drive around it.”

“Well it’s perfectly safe,” Dan said reassuringly, “the state detoured the road around the part that caved in years ago. Besides, it would be an extra half hour if we drove around.”

The girls still looking a bit unsure as the waitress approached the table, they all gave their orders. The four friends ate their breakfast and were back on the road by 10am. Hopping into their cars, Dan lead the way again.

Within a few short minutes Chloe was looking out of her window at the sight. Seeing a few abandoned buildings along the road, but no smoke. Dan guided the car over the crest of the hill and around a turn, bringing the deserted town into full view. Most of the buildings have been torn down, but there was still a couple run down houses. The cemetary was on their left and smoke was visibly coming out of the ground. Instinctively she grasped Dan’s right hand on the shifter and squeezed it. Dan put his arm around her and she leaned into him over the center console, placing her head on his shoulder.

Once through the town, Dan felt her relax a bit.

“Don’t worry babe,” Dan said calmly, “the rest of the drive is boring, nothing but trees, mountains, and more trees.”

Chloe giggled, “I guess we better find a way to make it less boring then.”

To Dan’s surprise, Chloe ran her hand up his right leg squeezing a bit as she reached his thigh. He looked over at her quizzically and all she did was smile. She continued to caress his leg getting higher on his thigh each time. By instinct, his body spread his legs a little wider. She took her cue and ran her hand all the way up to his crotch, feeling his soft member through his pants. Unsatisfied with what she was feeling she reached over, undid his button, pulled his zipper down and reached inside. She started off over his boxers, stroking his now stiffening 8″ penis. They reached a stop sign and she told him to lift his hips. Dan obeyed and in one swift move she pulled his pants and boxers down exposing his hardened dick. The cool air blowing in from the open windows tightening his scrotum.

“Don’t crash, babe,” Chloe teased him.

She undid her seat belt and leaned over the center console. Grabbing his manhood, she loved how silky soft it was. He had a little drop of precum forming at the tip which she spread around with Escort Demetevler her thumb. Dan moaned, focusing as best he could on the road and not the gorgeous petite brunette playing in his lap. Chloe leaned over even more and she licked the tip of his shaft, tasting the salty precum on her tongue. Slowly she licked up and down, sucking one of his testicles into her mouth eliciting another moan from her boyfriend. She licked back up to the tip and slowly swallowed his entire length.

Dan loved the fact that she could get his whole dick in her mouth, the way the back of her throat rubbed his head drove him crazy and he had to stop himself from cumming every time. As Chloe guided her mouth up and down, she massaged his testicles with her right hand. Dan flinched a bit at first, her hands were always cold to the touch. Chloe giggled a little bit, her mouth still full of her boyfriends cock, she decided to get a little daring. As she sucked him, she slowly slid her right hand from his balls down further between his legs until she reached his anus. She gently started rubbing it waiting to see a reaction from Dan, when he sighed she knew he was enjoying it. More firmly she continued to rub his puckered hole.

The more Chloe played with Dan’s anus, the harder and bigger he seemed to get. It was getting harder for her to engulf his entire penis. Her spit was escaping her mouth, running down his shaft, scrotum, and onto her fingers she had massaging his hole, lubricating them.

Dan was surprised at how daring his girlfriend had gotten. To this point, they had never tried anything other than the basics, oral, groping, handjobs and fingering. Both still virgins, Chloe even forbade Dan from playing with her own anus, and now here she was massaging his. It was driving him closer and closer to orgasm. He felt how wet her fingers were getting, and as he was about to climax, felt her middle finger pop into his hole. He came instantly, waves of pleasure running through his body. Spurt after spurt of semen coating the back of Chloe’s throat, and like a champ she swallowed it all.

Slowly Chloe lifted her mouth away from Dan’s penis, cleaning it as she did. She grabbed the bottle of water she got from the diner in Ashland and took a swig to wash out her mouth. She looked at her boyfriend who seemed to be in a trance.

Chloe was giggling, “Babe, you okay?”

“Yea,” Dan sighed, “that was incredible. What made you think of that?”

“Haley said that Nate loves it,” she said matter of factly, “so I figured you might enjoy it too. I assume you did, you’ve ever cum that much.”

Dan responded by leaning over and kissing his girlfriend softly on the lips.

Chloe sat back in her seat and put her seatbelt back on. She looked at the clock and saw it was a little after 11am.

“Only a half hour left to go, right?” she asked rolling her window down.

“Nah,” Dan replied, “probably closer to fifteen minutes actually. We’re making pretty good time.”

They were passing through Sonestown, and from years of making this trip with his family, he knew of the view that was about to appear out of Chloe’s passenger side window. Rather than ruin the surprise, he stayed quiet. They were on Route 220, which up head wound along the side of a mountain for a couple miles until it reached the top. About three quarters of the way up, the trees on the right faded away and opened up to an incredible view of the valley and distant mountain ranges.

“Oh wow!” Chloe gasped, “Babe, can we stop and get a picture?”

Dan obliged and pulled off at the overlook. Nate pulled his truck in beside them and he and Haley stepped out. The four of them took in the scenery. Deep green foliage spread for miles into the valley. In the distance they could see far off mountain ranges under the bright blue early summer sky. Chloe sidled up to Dan and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek.

“This is perfect,” she whispered into his ear, “I could stare at this for hours.”

Nate and Haley were silent, holding hands and taking in the view. Looks of relaxed peace on their faces.

After about a ten minute break and some pictures, they all climbed back into their vehicles and began the last ten minutes of their drive. Finally the turn that lead to Dan’s family cabin came and he took it, unable to avoid the potholes in the dirt road.

“Damn Pennsylvania roads,” Chloe said.

“It’s a dirt road,” Dan chuckled, “what do you expect?”

Dan turned the music off in the car. With the windows rolled down the only sound you could hear was the car rolling over the gravel road. He loved that sound. A couple of minutes later and he made the right turn into the driveway of the cabin and turned the car off. Chloe took in the sight and kissed Dan on the cheek smiling speechless. Tucked in amongst the trees was a decent sized cabin with stained cedar siding, a large covered front porch with big picture windows in the front. The young couple Demetevler Escort Bayan stepped out of Dan’s car, stretching after the drive as Nate and Haley stepped out of his pick-up doing the same.

“Oh my god,” gasped Haley, “it’s so peaceful.”

Dan paused a bit and closed his eyes. All he could hear was the gentle breeze through the treetops above them, birds happily chirping, and the occasional rustle of leaves and twigs, most likely from the hundreds of squirrels and chipmunks rummaging around on the forest floor. If he could, he would have stayed there, forever in that moment. Not a care or worry in the world. He opened his eyes and popped the trunk. Grabbing his bag and Chloe’s suitcase. Neither one packed a lot because the cabin did have running water, plus a washer and dryer. He noticed that Nate and Haley had seemed to have packed for a month, when they were only staying six days. Chuckling he lead them all up the porch steps.

Dan unlocked the front door and ushered everyone in. Standing in the living room everyone was amazed how large the cabin felt. The walls were pine wood boards that lead up to high cathedral ceilings. From the living room you walked into the dining room and kitchen which had a staircase that lead up to the loft that had three beds, one queen, and two double. Walking back the hallway was a bathroom with toilet, sink and shower, and two bedrooms, one master and one guest, both with queen sized beds. The master bath was a bathroom laundry combination, but no shower.

“Damn, I wasn’t expecting this to be so nice!” Nate said, “When you said cabin I was expecting an out house and taking baths in a stream or lake.”

“Yea, there’s cable and everything,” Dan laughed, “it’s not exactly roughing it. There is a lake though if you’d prefer to bathe in it while you’re here.”

Nate chuckled, “Nah, the shower works for me.”

“Well, the hot water heater isn’t very large,” Dan explained, “so we’ll all have to take quick showers or the last person isn’t going to be happy.”

“We could always double up too,” Haley chided, winking at her boyfriend, Nate.

They all laughed and separated off into their respective rooms. Dan and Chloe took the master bedroom, while Nate and Haley took the guest room. Sam and Jason would have the loft to themselves once they arrived for the weekend. Dan made lunch for everyone and then they all moved out onto the porch to just chat and relax. Chloe had fallen asleep in Dan’s arms on the porch swing as Nate and Haley sat in chairs, enjoying the tranquility.

“Hey,” Nate said sounding intrigued, “what’s in the shed over there?”

He was looking over at the small detached garage about 100 yards away from the cabin.

“Oh, that’s where the ATV’s are”, Dan replied. “I have the keys in my glove box. They haven’t been ran yet this year, so I may need your help getting them started.”

Nate had always been good with cars and engines. Except for the state required inspection, Jason did any repairs and maintenance on his jeep himself. He had shown Dan the basics like replacing bulbs and changing his oil and filters, but not much else.

“Yea man”, Jason said with a grin, “shouldn’t be too hard.”

It was about five in the evening when Dan’s stomach let out a loud growl. Chloe had woken up and asked Haley to help her with dinner. Nate had already started tinkering with the fourwheelers so Dan decided to go over and help him. They were able to get three of the four running before the girls called out to them, telling them dinner was ready. Once everyone ate, Nate broke out a case of beer and passed one around to everyone, knowing no one would be driving. Dan started a fire in the stone lined pit his father dug years ago, stoking it pretty high.

“Anyone have Marshmallows?” asked Haley.

“Damn it!” cursed Dan, “I knew I forgot something. I’ll go into town tomorrow and get some from the store.”

“I’ll come with you, it was my idea after all!” Haley said, looking guilty, “There’s a few other things I noticed we could use that I’d like to get.”

As the night wore on, Nate and Haley were getting tired and eventually said goodnight, heading back inside to go to bed, leaving Dan and Chloe by the fire. She moved around so she could sit on his lap, leaning back into him.

“This is perfect already,” she said, “and it’s only the first day.”

Putting his arm around her, Dan kissed her neck saying, “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Dan put another log on the fire, merely for light and effect, since it was still warm they didn’t need any extra heat from it. He sat back down, and Chloe took her spot back on his lap. Once again, Dan wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on her stomach. His face was nuzzled into her neck and he could smell the soft scent of her perfume. It smelled floral, almost like lavender, which Dan knew was her favorite flower after her trip to France.

“I still owe you,” Dan said softly.

Chloe turned and looked at him, “What do you mean?”

“For the car ride,” Dan said with a grin.

Chloe knew exactly what he meant now, replying, “You don’t owe me anything babe. You brought me along on this trip. If anything I still owe you.”

“You know better than that,” Dan argued, “I wouldn’t have come if you weren’t with me.”

Author’s Note: I struggled with whether this was a “First Time” or a “Mature” story. In the end, I suppose it’s about love and coming of age. So here it is.

*****

I was there when Laura Hollander learned of the death of her husband. I was cleaning the Hollanders’ pool, and Laura was sitting at the patio table reading a magazine when the doorbell rang. That was a quarter century ago. I am still certain today that had I not been there at that moment, events would not have unfolded the way they did, and I would not be the man I am today.

I was just a student back then, and cleaning pools after school was how I made my pocket money. I had about twelve regular customers in our gated community just north of Scottsdale. The Hollanders were my favorite customers because they didn’t have any kids, so it was always peaceful in their backyard. It was professionally landscaped, too, and with its flowery hibiscus trees, billowing red bougainvilleas, and pungent gardenia bushes, it was a tranquil garden respite from an otherwise hectic, kid-infested neighborhood.

The Hollanders kept to themselves, and though Laura was usually at home when I was there, we didn’t talk all that often (not before that day). She was always gracious, however. I would let myself into their backyard every Thursday at three, trying to be unobtrusive, but no matter where she was in the house or what she was doing, she would always come outside to say hello and offer me her hand and give mine a friendly squeeze. When I look back on it now, it was like the sun was always behind her at that moment, lighting up wayward strands of her curly sandy blonde hair. I remember her that way.

She always looked dressed up to me. Even in simple beach pants and a halter-top, I thought she was too elegant and attractive to be a housewife. She had long graceful limbs and a trim but womanly figure. There was a kindness in her hazel-green eyes that made me feel comfortable around her. She would occasionally bring out a pitcher of iced tea or fruit punch, and after about five exchanges of “Thank you Mrs. Hollander” and “You can call me Laura,” I finally got used to calling her Laura.

On the day Laura’s husband died it was unusually warm, a bright fall afternoon in the desert highlands. The air was dry without the faintest hint of a breeze. I was patiently skimming oily brown leaves from the pool. Laura was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn’t see her eyes, and as I often did, I imagined she was watching me, admiring my long, lean muscles and honey brown tan. I worked methodically that day, luxuriating in her presence and the calm of the garden. When the doorbell rang, she took off her sunglasses and looked at me. “Who could that be?” her eyes said.

I went back to work. Moments later I heard her muffled gasp.

“Oh God no!”

I could see her bright sundress against the black silhouette of two police officers at the front door. One of the officers stepped into the house, hat in hand, and led her by the arm to an overstuffed chair. Laura sat down and put her face in her hands. The officer had his back to me, and I couldn’t hear what he was saying.

I put on my shirt and organized my equipment. I thought about leaving, but I couldn’t. I knew something terrible had happened, and I felt like I shouldn’t run from it. I learned later that evening that her husband, Dr. Peter Hollander, had died in a car accident while in L.A for a conference.

It seemed like the officer talked for a long time, but I suppose it was only a few minutes. He set some paperwork on the coffee table and noticed me. I think he asked Laura a question. I saw her shake her head no and say something. I guessed the question was, “Is that your son?”

After a few more minutes, he showed himself to the door.

I couldn’t look away from her. Her face was still in her hands, elbows on her knees, and she looked like she wanted to melt into that big chair. The sun moved before either of us did. I thought to tiptoe away again, but it still didn’t feel right.

I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to startle her, so I moved some of my equipment around to make some noise. I saw her look up. I took a deep breath and walked over to the back screen door. She was looking at me, and her face was wet with tears, but she was not crying.

“Mrs. Hollander,” I said knowing the moment called for some formality, “is there someone I could call for you, something…anything I could do for you?”

“No, Kevin,” she whispered, “there is nothing anyone can do for me right now.” She kept looking at me, and the sadness seemed to radiate from her.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered back. “I’ll go.” I hung my head and began to turn away.

“Could you…” she started and I turned back. “Could you sit on the patio for a few minutes, just so I know someone’s there, until I can get myself together a little bit.”

“Yes ma’am. I can do that.”

So I sat at the patio table and looked at the pool. I watched the sun make its way over the glistening ripples of water. Batıkent Escort I had never experienced such quiet. Then I heard her soft voice.”

“Thank you Kevin. I’m okay. You can go.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am going to be fine. My sister is coming.”

“I can stay until she gets her…”

She pursed her lips in a way that told me she thought I was unnecessarily concerned. “She’ll be here any second,” she said, “and I really will be fine, Kevin. Don’t worry.”

As I looked at her I could sense her already growing resolve. Her face was still streaked with salty tears and her hair was in tangles around her face, but she had clear eyes and a determined expression. I felt strangely connected to her just then, like we were truly seeing each other in that moment. I saw that she was beautiful and strong-willed. I wondered what she saw in me.

“Thank you,” she whispered and turned away.

I went home and stretched out in my bed and I felt an unfamiliar pain in my heart.

Laura’s sister came to live with her for a while after that. It was about ten days after the funeral when I when I first came to clean the pool again. I wondered, curiously, whether I should ask Laura if she still wanted me to clean the pool. I don’t know what I expected – that she’d let the pool go to hell now that her husband was dead? I brought a bouquet of flowers for her. The neighbors had gone in on some flowers for the funeral, but I wanted her to have something from me.

Laura’s sister answered the door. The flowers made her think I was a delivery boy and she asked me whether she needed to sign for them.

“I’m here to clean the pool,” I said. “I brought these for Mrs. Hollander.”

“Oh you sweet boy,” she replied with a genuine smile. She looked very much like Laura and she had Laura’s same easy gracefulness.

“And I wanted to make sure it was okay to clean the pool.”

“Oh, I am sure it is, but let me ask Laura…” She turned her head. I heard Laura’s voice approaching.

“It’s okay, Doris, I’ll get it.” She sounded tired, but there was warmth in her voice.

Doris opened the door wide for Laura.

“Oh Laura,” Doris gushed. “What a kind gesture, don’t you think? What a wonderfully sweet pool boy you have.

Laura looked at me and for the first time I noticed the bright amber streaks in her green eyes.

“He is not the pool boy, Doris,” she said quietly. “He is the young man who owns the company that cleans our pool.”

That made me smile, and I thought I saw Laura’s lips purse in a strained smile.

“Hi Kevin,” she said in a whisper.

“These are for you.” I stepped forward and handed her the flowers. “I…” I started to say I was sorry, but decided not to remind her of her loss. “I hope you like them.”

“There beautiful. Thank you.” There was a long pause, and again I felt like she was looking inside of me. And then a tear streaked her cheek. “I’m sorry,” she started, and then she turned away.

“There very pretty,” Doris said too loudly. “She will be okay,” Doris whispered to me unconvincingly, like she was surprised by Laura’s reaction.

That night I was again afflicted with an unfamiliar pain in my heart. It would be a while before I learned of the importance of those moments with Laura.

Time passed and the seasons changed, and Laura, to her credit, seemed to have grown out of her grief and returned to her relaxed and cheerful self. I could tell, however, that she now looked forward to my weekly visit; I figured she saw it as an opportunity to talk to someone. She would ask about school and friends and my plans for after graduation.

One time I was uncharacteristically gloomy, and Laura asked if I was having trouble with a girl. It was like she had read my mind, and I told her about my conflicted feelings for Cindy, a girl I was dating.

“But do you love her?” she asked. She leaned toward me and peered at me as if she was trying to coax a truthful answer.

“Kind of.” I replied.

“There is no ‘kind of.’ You either love someone, or you don’t. So…?”

“I guess not.”

“Then there’s your trouble. Don’t waste time with girls you don’t love, Kevin. You’ll only hurt them and make yourself miserable. And don’t pretend to be in love just to get attention. Go out and find someone you love. Love first, then everything else.”

I knew exactly what she meant. Though I had described my predicament cryptically, she had gone straight to the heart of my consternation. I broke up with Cindy even though I am certain that we would have lost our virginity together had we stayed together. But Laura was right; the time you spend with someone, the intimate time, is precious, and love and honesty are more important than sex (even if you’re a virgin, or perhaps most importantly if you’re a virgin).

I finally received my acceptance and a scholarship award from the University of Southern California in the spring. A few of my buddies wanted to celebrate by taking me to a bordello Batıkent Escort Bayan just across the border in Nevada. I declined. I didn’t want my first time to be with a hooker. Of course, I didn’t tell my buddies that. I don’t think they would have believed I was still a virgin.

I had had a few opportunities since breaking up with Cindy, but every time I would recall Laura’s advice. Then I would find myself wishing I could lose my virginity with someone I loved; it always killed my mood, and I always backed out of those one-night stands with some excuse or another. I know it seems silly now, but at the time I thought there was something wrong with me.

The summer after graduation Laura began to talk to me for longer periods of time. She had always been genuinely interested in what I had to say, and she listened intently, but I think my going off to college excited her and steeped her interest. She wanted to know about USC and what I wanted to study and where I pictured myself five, ten, twenty years. I sometimes spent an hour with her, sitting at her patio table drinking iced tea and talking. Her fascination with me made me feel good about myself.

I learned more about her, too. She and Dr. Hollander had married right out of high school, and they went to college together at Cal Berkley. Then she worked full-time to put him through medical school. They moved to Scottsdale when he started his internship at St. Joseph’s Hospital. Laura no longer had to work after that, and she got pregnant. They lost the baby in childbirth, and while she didn’t come right out and say this, I knew that Laura had also lost the ability to have children and that it had devastated her.

One day she told me she wanted to go back to school – was planning on it actually, “someday.” It finally made sense to me, why she had been so fascinated about my situation. Unlike me, however, she knew exactly what she was going to study.

“Marine biology?” I looked back at her across the patio table with a quizzical look.

“Yes. I want to spend some time on a boat, in the fresh air, do research, help animals, and learn something totally new.” She was as animated as I had ever seen her. Her eyes sparkled, she was all but giggling, and it was like all the years that separated us had melted away.

“I don’t even know where one would go to study something like that?”

“San Diego,” she said sprightly. Then she sighed. “Oh, if only I were younger.”

“Why?”

“I am going to look pretty silly on a campus full of young people.”

“I don’t know about that.” I meant it. She laughed.

“C’mon, Kevin. And it’s not like there are many women at all, let alone any women my age, studying graduate level biology.”

“Lie about your age.” I said smiling. “Tell ’em all you’re… twenty-five!” She shook her head and smiled. I continued. “Heck, I’d believe it. Who knows, maybe you’d have some fun.”

This made her burst out laughing. When she settled down she looked at me, but she wasn’t looking inside me this time. Instead, it was like she was trying to figure out my hat size. I don’t know what she was thinking.

“Thank you, Kevin,” she said coyly.

Several weeks later, I mentioned that I would only be cleaning her pool a few more times before I left for USC. A confused look came over her face, and I thought she was concerned about finding someone to replace me.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I sold all my equipment to my partner Brad, and he’s reliable. I will bring him around to meet you.”

“It’s not that,” she said, and she was looking into me again. “I just…” She had a look of pain on her face that seemed familiar to me as she struggled for words. “I will miss you.”

We were standing only a few feet away from each other. She was wearing an amethyst cotton shirtdress with a wide white leather belt, and I noticed that with the sunlit patio behind her I could see the silhouette of her hips and legs through her dress. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her face was flush with color. Her skin was creamy, and faint freckles were dappled across her nose and under her eyes.

She was lovely and alluring, and a powerful notion to kiss her surged up within me, and it surprised me, and I think I trembled. And then she stepped towards me, put a hand on me cheek, and kissed me on the lips. Not with “passion” per se, but it was no quick peck either. Her lips were moist and soft, and as our lips parted I felt something like the prick of a pin that sent a charge of electricity through me. Then she stepped back and spoke softly.

“I can’t believe you are leaving; it is all happening so soon.”

She hung her head. Then she turned and went inside.

Until that moment, I had not thought of Laura in a raw, sexual way. I had fantasized about her on occasion, but they were silly fantasies involving things like her greeting me in the nude, or imploring me to swim naked with her – mere trifles of the mind. Until that day, fantasizing about actual Escort Batıkent physical contact with her seemed ridiculous. My fantasies about Laura were about to take a turn, and the one I indulged that night was significantly more urgent, vivid, and physical than any I had imagined before.

I didn’t leave my room until ten o’clock the following morning. My mother greeted me in the kitchen.

“Good morning sweetie,” she said with her usual cheer. “Oh, before I forget, Mrs. Hollander called. She has a project she wants some help with tomorrow morning. I told her you would rearrange your schedule. She said she would pay you. I think you should tell her you would be happy to do it for free.”

“Okay.”

Then my mom walked over to me and made sure she had my attention. “That poor, dear widow. You make sure you are especially kind and nice to her.”

“I will.”

My mom smiled. “She is very fond of you, you know.”

“Really?”

“She told me I was very lucky to have such an intelligent, handsome, and considerate young man for a son.”

“She said that?’

My mom only smiled and patted my head.

I arrived at Laura’s house at eight o’clock that Saturday morning. There was a small guesthouse with a garage in back of the main home, and the garage door was up. Laura was inside, going through some boxes. She waved me in.

“Oh thank you for coming, Kevin. It is so sweet of you.”

She was wearing black stretch culottes that clung to her hips and legs like tights. Her sleeveless powder-blue blouse was open at the neck. Her hair was pulled back in a bob of sun-streaked curls. Her lips were a soft and deep red. As I took her hand, I noticed that her nails were manicured and painted to match her lips. She put her other hand on my shoulder and squeezed it affectionately.

“I have decided it is time for me to move,” she said looking me in the eye.

“Like ‘move’ move?” I asked.

“Yes. Move away from here, start a new life. So, today I am cleaning out the garage. All I need your help with is moving the heavy things and getting the stuff from the shelves I can’t reach.”

“You’ve got it.”

I spent the next few hours pulling down garden tools and boxes full of Christmas lights and the like. She organized the stuff, throwing most of it away, and she repackaged and marked the boxes she wanted to keep.

At one point she called me over and showed me a large framed picture of her husband and herself in front of a gaping expanse of canyon on what looked to me to be an antique motorcycle. The small, oxidized brass plaque said “The Grand Canyon: July 15, 1953.”

“We were eighteen then,” she said wistfully. “It was our honeymoon.”

Laura was stunning in the picture. Her hair was longer and blonder, and she was thinner, almost skinny. Peter Hollander’s face looked nothing like mine, but in all other respects he could have been me – thick, wavy gold/blonde hair, lanky and tall, a broad smile.

And then I did the math, and I almost blurted out something embarrassing; Laura was forty-six years old. She was three years older than my mother. That couldn’t be. I looked at her and she was already looking at me. I must have looked a little bewildered because she smiled and her eyes flashed. She was so beautiful, I thought.

“Wow,” was all I could offer. Then finally I said, “You’re a really great looking couple.”

“Thank you,” she said. “Here.” she started to reach for my face. “You’re going to get hair in your eye.” She brushed my hair away from my face. It fell back to where it had been as soon as she pulled her hand away. She laughed. I palpably felt something change between us. For a faint moment, I thought we were going to kiss. And then she turned away.

Later that morning, while I was sitting on a chair taking a break, she was clearing off a shelf above her head with her back to me. I had been watching her intently, and now some of my late-night thoughts were coming back to me. I caught myself admiring her tightly wrapped, shapely bottom. I sighed. What a great looking ass, I thought in my own juvenile way. I started to focus on her crotch and felt a stirring deep inside of me; then I heard her voice.

“Kevin, could you give me a hand here?” She was on her tiptoes, arms raised, trying to prevent a box from tipping and falling to the floor. I jumped up to assist. I stood behind her and reached for the box. I had to reach under her arm, and my whole body was pressed against hers. The box was heavy.

“What is in here?” I asked, my lips close to her ear.

“Medical Books.”

“Here, let me…” and I tried to push up with my legs to get the box to tip back. It was then that I noticed my erection. I was in a pair a fleece gym shorts, no underwear, and I could feel the softness of her bottom and the stretch of the fabric of her tight slacks as I lifted and pressed against her. I had to try again, and again there was the friction and the pressing. She reached back and put a hand on my hip to steady us, and then I could have sworn she arched her back ever so slightly, as if to offer herself for another rub.

“I think I’ve got it,” I said as I pushed the box back onto the shelf.

We didn’t move for a second. I was still pressed against her. Her hand was still on my hip. I was certain she could feel my erection.