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  • October 12 · length unknown

    Childhood Friends: Part 1

    Childhood Friends: Part 1 Best friends unexpectedly find they want to share more. By neruval442. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Night Storm Beth and I have known each other literally forever. We met at preschool, and I can truthfully say I have no earlier memory than her smiling face asking my name as we stood on the school playground waiting to go into our first lesson. We were inseparable through that school and into the primary school, somehow always ending up in the same class, sitting on the same table for reading and drawing when we could. The fact that she was a girl and I was a boy generated mild comment, but the consensus was that these days it was all to the good that kids, especially so young, didn't seem to discriminate when choosing friends. When we went up to secondary school, it wasn't even a question whether we'd do homework together every night, and our parents just shrugged their shoulders and agreed who'd cook on what day, Beth's eyes lighting up when my mum produced her favorite spaghetti sauce. We talked about everything, TV, our other friends, music we liked, school work. Sometimes our families went on holiday together, the usual places, Spain, Italy, but when our trips were separate, the first thing we did when we got back was breathlessly bring each other up to date with what we'd done, seen. Of course we'd gone through the "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours" phase, playing doctors and nurses, but somehow it had never translated into any more experimentation, and Beth and I never really touched, except for the frequent hugs of celebration, comfort, commiseration, depending on what life brought us. Beth confided in me when her periods started, school sex education lessons had made sure we knew how things basically worked, and I could tell that her body was changing, breasts and hips more noticeable, but she was always my best friend above all else, and somehow it never occurred to me to think of her in any other way. Of course we had to think about what would happen after college exams, but the problem solved itself, a town with two universities, one that had a good reputation for Beth's chosen subject, the other that offered a top-notch course for mine. We'd celebrated our eighteenth birthday parties, I'd cried unashamedly, brushing away the tears running down my cheeks, at the heartfelt speech Beth made at mine. I tried to reciprocate at her party, then sobbed my heart out again when she chose Westlife's 'Safe' for us to dance to at the end of the night. What people thought of us by then didn't really trouble us, from overheard comments, those who didn't really know us assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend, 'obviously' sleeping together, but by then our friendship was so well-known that it wasn't even a matter of jealousy. Perhaps envy; but we tried, Beth especially, to be gracious, generous to everyone, so only the most petty minds could find anything to complain at. Of course we'd talked about sex, after those embarrassing classes at school, I'd admitted to Beth that I masturbated, and with pink cheeks she'd confessed the same. We even went as far as to look at a porn site on my laptop, and Beth raised her eyebrows, pretending to fan her face at the scene playing out on the monitor. "But it's all staged, right?" she shrugged. "It's bound to be more clumsy and messy for real." The conversation moved on to something else, and the topic didn't come up again for a while. The months rolled round to August, lazy days after exams, too soon to make serious plans for university, and Beth and I were sitting at the square table in her bedroom as usual it was the same table where we always did homework and projects, and the blog we started more than 10 years ago. Beth was sketching something on her art pad, and I was picking photos from our last trip to put on our blog. But something was niggling at me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I glanced across at Beth, and her pencil stopped moving. "Tim?" "Uh, yes?" She closed the pad, put it on her desk. "Can we talk?" I blinked. "Since when did you ever have to ask me that?" I shifted my chair closer. "Something bothering you?" She nodded. "I'm thinking about freshers' week." I gave her a puzzled look. "Oh, the orientation events with cheap beer for kids away from home for the first time, going a little crazy, college clubs touting for members. What's the problem?" Beth twirled the pencil distractedly in her fingers. "Well, I'm thinking, there'll be a lot of boys there, perhaps I'll get chatting to one, maybe he gets a crush on me, I ask him out for coffee,” "I get the picture," I nodded. Something unexpected stirred in my emotions, but I pushed it down. "You know guys will say anything to get into a girl's panties, right?" Beth smiled wryly. "I know. But let's say I think he's genuine, I can trust him, at least for a night, anyway." "So, then you take care," I reminded. She nodded. "I take my pills, and Mom's already given me a box of condoms, bless her." "But,” I prompted. "You said you wanted to talk, right?" Beth looked up, a pink tinge suffusing her cheeks. "Tim, if I had a close girlfriend, I mean a friend who was a girl, half as close as you, I'd talk to her about this. But I really don't. I want to talk about, well, what I might like, when it comes to it." I gave her the most reassuring smile I could manage. "I can handle that. And there's a definite upside, I can give you the male perspective on the whole thing." She glanced at me sideways. "Okay." "So where do you want to start?" "Well," mused Beth, her eyes taking on the faraway look that I knew meant she was creating a scene in her imagination. "Let's assume we've done the kissing part, and somehow, how does this even work?, he's asked me if, and I've told him Yes. I think I'd like him to be the one undressing me." She chuckled. "Of course I'd make sure I had decent panties on, and a bra that hadn't gone grey in the wash." "So he'd be fumbling with buttons, and those fiddly clips," I teased. “ Yes, you’d like undies that are more than just the functional type.” "A little bit of clumsiness would be reassuring," Beth shrugged. "I wouldn't want to think he'd had too much practice." "Would he take everything off at once?" I wondered. "Well, maybe everything except my panties, he ought to wait till last for those." I couldn't help the image that was forming in my mind, I had a fair idea what Beth looked like without her clothes, we were quite casual around one another when we were changing. "As a man, I'm pretty sure he'd be entirely distracted by your awesome breasts." She grinned. "Fine by me, I'm rather hoping he'll pay them some serious attention." "Tell me how." I ventured, enjoying this new sexual tension we were both feeling. Beth breathed in. "Well, he could touch them, stroke them,” unconsciously her hands demonstrated her meaning, though without touching herself, "and maybe just ever so gently pinch my nipples with his fingers." She shivered with anticipated pleasure. "But what I'd really want him to do is to put his mouth on them, I can almost feel what it'd be like for my nipples to be surrounded by warmth, wetness, and then to be suckled softly,” "Wow," I breathed. "And then?" "That would really get me turned on. I'm so, I mean, I'd be so wet, and I'd want him to slide his hand up between my thighs until he was touching my panties. He could, oh, god, press against me with his fingers while his mouth was still busy on my breasts." Her face was definitely flushed now, but she kept her eyes fixed on my face. "It wouldn't be long before I'd whisper,” she paused, then leaned forward to my ear “ 'You can take them off'. So he'd hook his fingers through the elastic, and I'd lift my hips for a moment while he slid my panties down, then past my feet." I had to adjust my trousers. "Are you ready for him to go inside you?" I breathed, starting to lose myself in Beth's fantasy. She looked down shyly, shaking her head. "What I really want, I'd do anything, anything if he'd go down there, his tongue, really taking his time,” "Anything?" I raised one eyebrow. Beth nodded. "Once he'd made me a soaking mess, he could do anything to me he wanted." I chuckled. "Most men would probably want you to use your mouth on them in turn." Beth nodded. "As long as he was clean,” She paused, frowning slightly. "Not everybody's like you, I mean, what's it called?" "Circumcised," I supplied, and she nodded. "I think I'd prefer that. So yes, if he wanted me to I'd kneel and put my lips round him, even let him fuck my mouth." I blinked at her choice of words, Beth absolutely never used vulgar language, but she was obviously carried away with her fantasy, deliberately choosing a provocative phrase for what she was describing. She shifted in her chair. "After a while I'd pull my knees up, open fully to him, and he'd move his body between my thighs, maybe I'd need to use my fingers to guide him into the right place." I raised my eyebrows. "What about that condom?" "Wups," Beth caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Thanks for reminding me. So I get one from my bedside drawer, tear open the foil, and roll it onto him with my fingers. Then what I just said, and he pushes slowly into me." Her expression turned slightly apprehensive. "I guess it might hurt, the first time. But I'm sure he'd be careful." Beth was being very courageous, telling me her intimate sexual fantasy. There had to be a reason for this? Her face resumed its faraway expression. "Then he'd be moving in me, and I'd flex my hips just a little to help him." I smiled wryly. "After what you did to him, I can't imagine he's going to last very long." Beth tilted her head. "I suppose not. But remember, it's his reward for giving me what I needed, So I'd be watching his face, and I'd be able to tell when he was nearly there, and I'd let him know it was okay, 'yes, come for me, don't hold back, ' Then he'd cry out, I hope not too loud, and I'd feel him stiffen inside me, then he'd thrust hard, once, again,” She frowned again. "I suppose with the condom I wouldn't really feel his stuff." "Much safer that way, though," I reminded her. "True. So then I guess he'd start to soften, so he'd have to come out of me, make sure the condom didn't slip." She grinned. "I suppose he'd tie it, or wrap it in hankies or something, throw it in my bin. Maybe I'd take it out later so no one else would know." "They'd know if they changed the sheets," I pointed out, and Beth looked startled, then nodded. "Oops, of course." "So when he's finished, what would your lover do then?" I queried. Beth looked thoughtful. "Well, I suppose I'd hoped for a cuddle." I nodded. "Would you want him to stay the night?" She looked puzzled. "I'm not sure. This is where I can't really imagine it, would I want us to wake up together, what would we even say? Or would I want to be alone, and deal with how I felt about him, the next time I saw him?" I reached to put my hand on hers. "Well, if it helps, maybe in some alternate reality, you and I didn't meet til college, and the guy you meet at freshers' fair is me, I would definitely want to wake up next to you." I wasn't prepared for her reaction, her fingers tightening almost painfully on mine, her face crumpling as though on the verge of tears. "That is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." She took a deep breath. "Tim, what if, what if that reality could be this one?" My entire world seemed to turn upside down in an instant, every image of the life she and I had shared since that first playground meeting, flashing through my mind. "Beth?" Her gaze was locked on my face, something incomprehensibly wild, yet soft in her eyes. She drew me closer, and our lips touched, clumsy but somehow, just right. The kiss deepened, and Beth closed her eyes, lost in the sensation. After a few moments she moved back; "Tim, I want this, and I promise,” she put her hand on her heart, "that it will not change what we already have." I nodded, blinking back tears of my own. "But what about,” I glanced at the open door of her bedroom. "Your parents are just downstairs." The confident glint which I loved so much returned to her eyes. "Easy, watch." She stepped into the hall & onto the landing. "Mom?" Her mother appeared from the living room. "Yes, dear?" "Tim and I have to record something for our video blog, we need to close the door for a while." "Okay, darling, we won't disturb you." Beth came back into the room, closing the door firmly and leaning with her back to it. "See, problem solved." She held out her arms, and I came into them, pressing her against the door. "Um," she murmured. "Kind of nice to feel trapped." I covered her mouth with mine, gently but insistently pressing my tongue between her lips, and she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The wild look returned to her eyes, and she put one hand behind my neck, surprising me with the force of her response. After a few moments she broke away, her lips trembling. "So I think we can say we've done the kissing part," she breathed, echoing her words from a few minutes earlier. "And I think what you said before counts as a Yes," I followed suit. She nodded solemnly. "So,” She was wearing a t-shirt, so no buttons to fumble with, and I tugged it free from her jeans. She raised her arms above her head, letting me lift the t-shirt off, drop it over the back of the chair. Underneath, her underwire bra was soft, shiny peach, skin showing tantalizingly through the lace, and I bent to place a kiss on her protruding covered nipples, feeling them hardening & raising under my lips. I slid a hand behind her back seeking the fastening of her bra, and felt a moment of satisfaction as my fingers released the 3 hooks on the first attempt. "I could almost suspect you of having practiced," Beth's voice was teasing. She slipped the now-loose straps from her shoulders, letting the cups fall into her palms, then draped the bra on top of her t-shirt. "As distracting as you expected?" I nodded wordlessly, my first clear sight of her bare natural breasts overwhelming. "God, Beth, you're beautiful." "Thank you," she smiled shyly. "You are permitted to touch, you know." I reached out a tentative hand, caressing the curve of one breast. "So soft, plump, and begging me to enjoy them.” I leaned down again, teasing her by circling one nipple then the other with soft touches of my lips, and she made a quiet sound of impatience, using her fingers to move her breast so that the large raised nipple was placed between my lips. I relented, and suckled softly, thrilling at the moan I drew from her. I moved to the other breast, and Beth gasped, fingers pushing at the waist of her jeans. I knelt to undo buttons, the zipper, then helped her slide them down. She stepped out of them, standing with her arms by her sides, one knee bent a little. She glanced down at her nipples again, and I chuckled softly. "Would you like more?” I suckled her again, placing my hand flat on her stomach then moving it down gradually until I met the top of her panties. I teased her by dipping fingertips inside the elastic to touch the soft fur I found there, then withdrawing again and cupping her pubic mound through the cotton. I slid my fingers downwards, surprised at how damp she was. Beth's expression was sheepish as I looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "I, I was wet the moment we started talking," she confessed with a glint of mischief in her eyes. I pressed my fingers against her a little more firmly, and she moaned. "Oh god, Tim, just take them off." I slid her panties down, and she stepped out of them, then she glanced towards the bed. "Can I,” I nodded, and she lay down, hands behind her head. She parted her thighs, opening to me like a flower, and I felt a sensation almost of awe as I knelt at the foot of the bed. She didn't have to tell me what she wanted, and I leaned forward until my lips were brushing her soft fur. I breathed in the musky scent of her, hardly daring to believe I was in such an intimate position with this beautiful, sexy young woman. I glanced up, seeing her watching me as I began to explore with the tip of my tongue. Beth tasted like nothing else, musky like her scent but with a hint of honey. She made a satisfied sound as my tongue slid over the soft folds of her entrance, then gasped as I brushed the tiny hardness I found. "Um, oh yes, there." I watched as her hands sought out her own breasts, touching her nipples still damp and erect from my mouth on them. I used my tongue a little more insistently, then slid a fingertip inside her until I met the expected barrier. Beth moaned, flexing her hips against me, and I saw the muscles under the smooth skin of her stomach start to tense. I slowed down a little, knowing that she would want to prolong this part of our shared pleasure, and I heard the smile in her voice. "Oh, that's perfect,” Her voice was dreamy as she spoke again. "I can't wait until you're inside me, it'll feel so good, and your body pressed on mine, holding me down, like when you pushed me against the door but so much better, and your mouth on my breasts again, but when you're nearly there, you let me watch your face,” She pushed her breasts together, then gasped as she rolled her nipples between her fingertips. "And then you'll move in me faster, harder, and I'll feel myself getting closer too,” Beth's voice petered out, her hips pushing against me more urgently, and I judged that she was ready for me to take her past the point of no return. My hands slid under her ass cheeks as my tongue tip flickered on her most sensitive place, and again I saw her muscles begin to tense, her hips lif

  • October 10 · length unknown

    Above the Garage: Part 3

    Above the Garage: Part 3 Fully Compatible. In 3 parts, by Member389. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. The next morning he had the hood up on Ellie's car and had tried turning it over a couple times, and the starter took, but it didn't want to fire. He looked into the possible problems and everything looked in good shape, so he figured he'd look up the symptoms online and most pointed to the fuel filter, so he made a quick rundown the parts store and picked up a new one. That seemed to do the trick, once it was installed he was able to start her car several times without any problem. Ellie came trotting down the stairs with a plate and mug. She walked up to Luke and leaned in fast and gave him a kiss. "Thank you! What was wrong?" "Fuel filter, I replaced it and now it's turning over first try." "Hungry? I got up earlier than I thought so I baked banana bread." He smiled. "Absolutely, let me go wash the gas off my hands." "Here, this will make sure you come back." She broke off a piece and fed it to him. As he hummed his appreciation. "You think that's all that will have me coming back? Remind me to fix the mirror in your bathroom." He leaned in and kissed her again. "That is awesome banana bread though." He grinned as he jogged into the house. He came back out to find her sitting on the hood of her car, half the slice she'd brought out was gone. "Do you drink coffee?" She asked, and he nodded. "Guess I should refill this then, huh?" She chuckled. "If you hadn't taken so long to wash up you might have gotten this cup. Come on up, and I'll slice some more of this awesome bread." "Isn't this how the spider lures the fly into its web?" He chuckled. "Can spiders even make banana bread? I can assure you that I'll never trap you, but as my dad used to say, 'If you want the honey, you gotta deal with the bees.' I think he meant that you have to take a chance on the bad stuff to get to the really good stuff." "Sounds like a good philosophy. I'm kind of scared though. What's the bad stuff?" He paused for a moment. "Have you always been such a deep thinker?" She asked. "I used to get called out by my mom for being introverted and quiet. She was always trying to get me out of my shell." He shrugged and smiled. "But quiet doesn't mean stupid." "I never thought it did." She refilled the mug with coffee and added sugar and milk, and sliced off a fresh slice for him and brought it to him. "What about you Luke? Are you willing to brave the bees to get the honey?" She asked. "I've only been called a coward once, by you." "I called you a chicken, not the same thing." She grinned. "So; what are we doing today?" Luke just smiled and drank his coffee. "Jeans, comfortable shoes for walking, and a sweatshirt. That's all you get for now. We should head out early, maybe 2:30 or 3. Is that okay with you?" "Are we; becoming a 'thing'?" He asked her. The genuine innocence was so sweet. "Well we've only been hanging out a few weeks, but so far so good." She smiled, and noted that she'd been smiling a lot around him. That was a good sign too. She was excited and curious. She'd gladly go where ever he wanted right now. She had a quick realization, that her little seduction of Luke was backfiring and without him even trying she was being seduced by him as well. "Do I need to bring anything? Water, snacks?" She asked pushing for a hint. "No we'll stop at the store on the way." He smirked popping the last bit of bread into his mouth, washing it down with the rest of the coffee. "Oh, I have something of yours too. I'll bring it up when I come to pick you up." She gave him a questioning look. "Don't look so innocent. I turned redder than your satin top when my dad pulled your panties out of my back pocket last night." Ellie bust out laughing. "I was wondering where they'd gone to. I thought you'd pocketed them you pervert." "Oh no! I know now that when you grabbed my ass last night you stuffed them in my pocket! You were hoping I'd get caught weren't you?" Ellie had tears in her eyes she was laughing so hard. She didn't have a clue but Luke was hooked now. He had never seen her look more beautiful. "No, oh my god no. I did sneak them in there, but not for that reason. I figured they'd be a nice little memento of our first date." "I thought tonight was going to be our first date?" He asked curiously. "Well I couldn't wait. I invited you to dinner last night, as far as I'm concerned that was our first date." She leaned on her fist smiling at him. "How was it?" He looked at her wide-eyed, slack jawed. She leaned forward and slipped her tongue between his parted lips and they kissed deeply. "It was fun wasn't it?" She asked hoping for a little reassurance. "It was fantastic." He whispered urgently and kissed her again. "I'll see you in a couple hours." He gave her another kiss then stood and left looking over his shoulder at her beaming back at him. He smiled as he headed down into the house to spend a little time knocking off schoolwork before going out for the night. He knocked on her door at 2:30 sharp. She called out for him to come in. He heard close the closet door, and she popped out of the bedroom in jeans and a black turtleneck. She held her arms out. "Is this okay?" She asked. "Perfect." He smiled. They headed down to his car and once again he opened the door for her letting her settle in before he closed it. He hopped into the driver’s seat and they were on their way. He drove out to the shopping center and pulled into a space at the grocery store. "When you were a kid, what were the things you remember most about holiday meals. What was that one thing you couldn't wait for?" He asked, he tilted his head indicating they were going inside. "This is a first, a date at the supermarket." She chuckled. "Seriously. Was there something special that you only had at that time of the year but not usually any other." "Mashed potatoes with a lot of butter and pepper. Oh and my mom only used to make that string bean casserole at holidays. I love that too. Pie is a given, pumpkin and pecan, I'd have both." She smiled. "Good, good to know. He grabbed a basket and they started wandering around the store and he picked up the makings of the casserole. A couple boxes of instant mashed potatoes, and some canned gravy. He found canned pumpkin and put some of that in the basket. "What else?" Ellie gave him a curious look trying to figure out what he was doing. "Well, she used to make glazed carrots too. If we were lucky, relatives from up north would send her a bottle of real maple syrup, otherwise she would make it from butter and brown sugar. That was awesome." He found carrots and put several cans in the basket as well. "Anything else?" "Scrabble, well that's what we called it. The rest of the world knows it as party mix with the cereal and pretzels baked with seasoned salt and our secret weapon, Worcestershire sauce." Luke found the cereal aisle and grabbed the ingredients, and made his way to the chip aisle and found pretzels to go with it stating that they always had pretzels and mixed nuts in theirs. He looked down and seemed to be counting. "Okay, first thing that comes to your mind when I say, comfort food." "Mac and cheese." She said, and he grinned. "Good choice." He stocked up on the blue boxes. "Are we stocking a fallout shelter?" She said nervously. He chuckled. "You didn't see the big hole we've dug in the back yard?" Ellie just rolled her eyes and grinned, she knew this had to be going somewhere and she was getting more curious. They made their way to the front and got in line at the check-out filling a couple of the re-usable shopping bags with their groceries. He stowed all the groceries in the trunk and held the door open for Ellie once again. They were on the road again heading out of town. "Okay, you've got me. I haven't got a clue what we're doing." She giggled. Nearly twenty minutes later Luke turned down a side road following a sign pointing out a fairground entrance. A few miles down the tree lined road the area opened up to fields filled with cars and signs for the county fall harvest festival. He made his way carefully up the dirt path and finding someone directing the parking. "But why the store?" She smiled as he handed her the lightest of the grocery bags. They walked towards the gate and she saw the truck and tables. A sign indicating donations for the holiday food pantry in lieu of admission to the park could be made there. Ellie grinned at Luke, finally realizing his plan. They brought the bags up to one of the tables and the older couple behind thanked them and asked how many items they had brought. Luke told them twenty-seven, ten per ticket had been requested. "We went a little crazy remembering what we loved about holiday dinners and lost count." The lady fawned over them while her husband took the bags back to a sorting area near the truck, and thanked them. They took their tickets and went into the fair. They wandered through the attractions. Luke showed off his prowess for carnival games and won Ellie a stuffed tiger. They wandered through the exhibits, marveling at the giant pumpkins and petting the cute animals. They found the food vendors and ate everything that was bad for them, but you only go to the fair once a year, so they indulged. There was even a concert that night and they sat in the grandstand listening to the band. Ellie was glad he told her to bring a sweatshirt because it had turned cooler as the sun went down. She hardly noticed as they sat there with their arms around one another. He rubbed her back as she held him tight. "Why didn't you just tell me about the food drive?" She asked. "I didn't want you to think I was trying to impress you." He paused. "My folks were pretty lucky. They both had good jobs and made a good living. We've never wanted for anything. Well there was this one time I wanted a dirt bike and they said no, but that wasn't because of the money. I think they just wanted me to live to be twelve at the very least. They never let me get jaded, you know, they always wanted me to know there were people who didn't have. They were much more subtle than the usual, 'Eat your broccoli, kids are starving in Africa' parents. Hell, I never realized that some of those less fortunate families were kids I went to school with until years later. Giving back is just something they taught me to do. Besides it seemed more fun that way." Luke smiled down at her. "I got to tease you for a change." "Well, it didn't work." "Huh?" "I'm impressed anyway." She smiled. "You spent almost twice the cost of those tickets filling those bags." After the last song finished a loud whistle screamed out followed by a loud boom. Fireworks had started behind the stage and they sat and watched them arm in arm. Ellie laid her head on his shoulder as they watched, both occasionally jumping at the explosions. Ellie had taken hold of Luke's hand as they made their way home down the dark winding roads. She massaged it with her thumb rubbing in slow circles. "Thanks, I had a great time." She said softly. She could make out his grin by the dash lights. "Me too." He gave her hand a squeeze. "Luke? When I asked the other night if you've ever made out before, you said you hadn't. Have you ever had a girlfriend? I mean, have you ever had sex?" Her voice was soft but with an inquisitive edge to it. His hand flexed a few times in hers. "No." He replied with a nearly silent sigh. "Any reason?" She pressed. "It can't be that you've never had a chance. You must have had to beat the girls away with a stick in high school." A soft giggle followed the comment. "I was pretty quiet, I didn't have a lot of friends." He shrugged. Neither spoke the rest of the way home. Ellie had laid his hand on her lap and continued to rub it gently, and he rubbed her leg through her jeans. They pulled into the drive and parked. With all the lights off in the car Ellie slid his hand further up her thigh, and leaned over to kiss him. She was eager and let it be known in her kiss and he responded in kind gripping her thigh tightly. "Would you walk me up?" She asked pulling away from his lips reluctantly. He got out and walked around to her door opening it. She stood, looked into his eyes and took his hand and led him up the stairs. "Would you like to come in?" She wasn't sure if she needed to coax him but he was already in the doorway closing it behind him. A faint smile came to her lips and she tried to hide it. He returned the little smirk in kind. "There's a bottle of wine in the fridge. Why don't you open it up, and I'll be right back." She bit her lip and smiled backing her way to the bedroom. She was giddy because she knew she would have him tonight. She undressed and replaced her every day underthings with the yellow lingerie she bought the day they went shopping together, and dressed again. She wanted to see his face as he peeled her out of her clothes. She entered the room and Luke stood up. "Who taught him this stuff?" Ellie wondered. She turned off the overhead light and put on a small table lamp. They sat down on the sofa, Ellie leaned into him pulling her legs up beneath her. "Did you really you have a good time tonight?" He asked. Ellie chuckled and looked him in the eyes. Her smile slipped away as she leaned in to kiss him deeply. "The night's not over yet." She whispered. Luke's nervousness was slipping away as he and Ellie began kissing in earnest. He leaned back pulling her on top of him as their hands began to roam over each other. His hand slid up her back slowly lifting the hem of her shirt, he sent shivers up her spine as he caressed her skin. She joined in and reached between them and unbuttoned his shirt pulling it free of his jeans and ran her hand up his t-shirt playing with his nipple. Ellie broke free of his warm lips and came up to a kneel between his legs, and looked down at him as she crossed her arms lifting her turtleneck up and over her head. She shook her hair out as she tossed the shirt onto a side chair and smiled down at him. She grinned showing off the little yellow lace bra, which made him smile. Luke reached up and grasped the front of her jeans pulling her off balance and back onto his chest in a flurry of giggles. His hands not only roamed her back, but now slid between them as he ran his palm up her bra eliciting a soft moan as he massage her breasts through the fabric. "The clasp is in back." She said in a clear invitation. Using his other hand he reached down between her legs and dragged her higher up his body, placing her breast within easy reach of him. Rather than unsnap the band he slipped the strap off her shoulder and pulled the cup down revealing smooth white skin and puckered pink nipple to his hungry mouth. He kissed it gently, causing Ellie to gasp as his tongue ran lazy circles around the tip causing it to get even harder. Her breathing was short and quick. She pulled away from his agonizing teasing, placing her forehead against his, and closed her eyes. "I don't know if you want this, but I do. Would you take me to bed and make love to me Luke?" He looked her in the eyes for a moment thinking it would be his pleasure. Her eyes closed for a moment, when she opened them, he felt himself fall into their depths, and he was gone. He kissed her deeply. She stood shakily, Luke reached for her steadying her. She smiled as she took his hand and pulled him up too. He wrapped his arms around her taking her mouth with his again. He fumbled a few times with the hook of her bra. She smiled. "Don't worry, practice makes perfect." "I hope I get a lot of practice then." She walked backwards pulling him with her into the bedroom. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans turning and giving her ass a little wiggle as she pushed them off showing her yellow lace panties, which thanks to the heavy petting on the couch were now quite damp. She kicked them aside and turned back to Luke who just stood there staring, his mouth hanging open. She smiled and pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. He reached to take off the tee, and she stopped him. "Allow me." She lifted the hem of the shirt and ran her hands up his chest and sides lifting the shirt with it. "You don't know how much I wanted to do this yesterday morning when you answered the door." She smiled as she stroked his nipples with her thumbs. "I want you to know how good this feels." She said leaning forward and taking one into her mouth swirling her tongue and flicking it. Luke's breathing got shallow a fast. She took it between her teeth, giving just a light tug before letting it free. Luke gasped at the sensation. She pushed the shirt up and he raised his arms letting her pull it off completely. "Damn do you look good without a shirt on." She said. "You look pretty fantastic without one too." He replied smiling. They kissed again, their bare chests touching for the first time sent shocks through them both. The heat they were building was intense and made the room feel cool in comparison. He felt hands on his belt fiddling with it to get it loose, soon his jeans were unbuttoned and the zipper slid down. Her hand slid down inside massaging the length of him through his boxers. "Hmm , that feels nice." She mumbled into his kiss. "It's not very;” She halted him with a firmly planted kiss. "Enough of that, you've been watching too much porn." She giggled. "Remember, the pyramids were built with hand tools, it's not the size of your tool, it's how you use it." That made Luke chuckle. She began kissing her way down his chest and stomach and eventually knelt in front of him. She reached up and tugged the jeans down to his knees seeing his boxers strain to contain his hardness. She peered up at Luke from under a fallen lock of hair as she reached slowly for the waistband. She pulled down slowly, revealing it finally. Slowly a grin crept across her face as she looked up again. "It's perfect." She said biting her lip. She looked down at it, he wasn't huge, but he was above average. She couldn't wait to have him inside her. She peeked up again. "Mind if I take the edge off for you?" Luke just tilted his head wondering what she meant just as s

  • October 9 · length unknown

    Above the Garage: Part 2

    Above the Garage: Part 2 “About that date?” In 3 parts, by Member389. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. School went quickly, with nobody lingering on a Friday and Ellie got a ride to work. She thought about what the specials had been today and decided to whip up something special for Luke. It wasn't easy on a Friday night, it was pretty busy, but the regular clientele dropped off quickly after dinner, knowing that the caf closed at 8. A couple tables sported coffee sipping hipsters but for the most part the place had cleared out by then. Ellie had whipped up a little dish for them to share while she cleaned up the kitchen. "Damn." Came a voice through the little window. Jody, one of the servers had whispered loud enough to be heard. "He's hot." Ellie popped her head up and scanned where Jody was looking and saw look scanning back and forth. She grinned ear to ear. "Back off, he's already taken." She said softly, but with a little edge of threat in her voice. He may not be taken yet, but she didn't need any competition from the bubbly little server. "Can you sit him over at the chef's table. Jody chuckled. "Some chef's table, it's just the table nearest the kitchen door. What's his name?" "His name is Luke, and be nice, I have a large selection of cutlery at hand, and I know how to use it." Jody walked over and introduced herself. Saying that Ellie had told her she had a friend stopping by. "She said a dark eyed handsome stranger was coming to pick her up. I told her to snap out of it, Prince Charming isn't real. Then you have to go and prove me wrong." She smiled, and steered him over to the table against the wall near the kitchen, and fawned over him for a moment and got him a drink. Ellie made sure nothing was burning and wiped her hands on her apron and snuck out of the kitchen. A smile spread across Luke's face when he saw her, which warmed her heart. She walked over and he stood up, such a gentleman she thought. She couldn't help herself and walked right up to him and kissed him softly. At first he seemed surprised but he didn't take long to return it. "Hi." She said drawing it out. "Are you hungry?" "You mentioned dinner, so I haven't eaten since lunch." He grinned. "Good, park it, and I'll go whip it up." She winked at him and turned and wiggled back into the kitchen. Her ponytail danced back and forth as she peeked over her shoulder to make sure he was watching. She put herself into work mode and started pulling ingredients together. When in work mode Ellie was a sight to behold, like a kitchen ninja she got more done with fewer moves than anybody else in the caf . What seemed like only a few minutes later she walked out of the kitchen with two plates of seared scallops and linguine, setting one down in front of Luke and the other across from him. "One second." She said as she reached down and pulled the apron string sliding it off her waist. She unbuttoned the chef's coat she wore and dodged back into the kitchen to hang them up. She sat down and they began. Ellie peeking up to see if Luke was enjoying it. The speed with which he was eating told her what she wanted to know. "I should have asked you if there was anything you didn't like. I didn't even think of that beforehand. Seafood can be touchy for some people. Hell I didn't even think to ask if you were allergic." She said getting frustrated with herself. "No, it's delicious!" He was being completely genuine. He saw her getting upset and reached across the table to take her hand and rubbed the back of it with is thumb. "I love seafood. My family used to go out to the beach in the summer;” He trailed off, his expression softened. It was Ellie's turn to comfort, and she took his hand firmly in hers. "Tell me about it. I bet you had a blast." Luke went on to tell her about a trip to the beach they'd taken years earlier and he and his dad had gone fishing and he caught a striper that nearly hauled him overboard. He went from excited to wistful. She knew he was thinking about his mother, his dad had told her the previous week, and sympathized with him. "I baked a small batch of cookies when I got here. Want to try one? They're sort of an experiment, but I think they came out pretty good." Never one to pass up a cookie he smiled and nodded. "That's what I love about working here. I get indulge my creativity, and if things work out sometimes it makes it on the specials board." She said setting down the frosted lemon sugar cookies. They talked for a while longer and a loud scrape of a chair pulled them out of their reverie. Jody had been sweeping and Ellie noticed the time. They had closed nearly half an hour before. "Oh my god. I'm sorry Jody. I lost track of time." Ellie hopped up and started clearing the table. "No worries hon. I can see why. You just need to clean up that and we're out of here. I'd ask if you need a ride home, but I think I already know the answer to that." She chuckled. Ellie wiped down the table and Luke helped out by flipping the last few chairs up onto the tables so Jodie could finish sweeping. He waited in the front while the girls finished up in the back. He looked out the window at the darkened street, the old style street lamps lending small town charm to the night. They came out of the kitchen whispering between themselves. "You're sure you don't need a ride? This one looks a little dangerous." Jodi said laughing. "I'm fine, besides he knows where I live, he's my landlord." Ellie grinned. "I wasn't talking to you, I'm worried for him." They all got a chuckle out of that as they locked up and made their way to their cars. Luke opened up the door and held it for Ellie, these small gestures went over much bigger than he realized. On the ride neither spoke when Luke felt Ellie's hand lay on the back of his giving it a squeeze. "Thank you for saving my ass today." He just looked over and shrugged. "You would have done the same for me I'm sure." He smiled at her for a moment and turned back to the road. He was honestly elated that her car hadn't started. Ellie sighed. "I hope it's nothing major. My dad had the car gone over before I came back to school. I can't afford anything big." She looked out the window, the lights of town faded behind them as they entered the suburbs. "Tomorrow's Saturday, I can take a look at it if you want, if it's something simple I can probably fix it." "Oh, would you?" She squeezed his hand harder. They got back to the house and Ellie reached over the seat to grab her bag. Luke watched her lean frame twist, and her rear end stick up, her jeans stretched over it nicely. He remembered just how nice it felt too and longed to hold it again. Ellie was no fool, she knew full well Luke was staring at her ass while she pretended to be looking for something in her bag. It didn't hurt to pique his interest though. She sat back in the seat dragging the bag over with her. "You coming up?" She asked smiling. "I don't know, you probably have stuff to do. You know school work or something?" "I do have some reading to do, but I can do that later. I'm feeling a little restless and I can't sit still and read when I'm like this." Luke's eyebrows went up a bit. "You don't have to. I mean if you want to come up and grab the car keys in the morning that's fine too." Her smile began to fade. "Oh, I can get them now, that way you can sleep in if you want to." "Have something planned for tomorrow yet?" Ellie asked sweetly. Luke just grinned. "You're not going to give me a hint? A girl needs to know how to prepare for a date you know." "Jeans will be fine, and bring a sweater or sweatshirt in case it gets cold. Oh, and walking shoes." "So something outdoors? Okay then." He wouldn't give her any more information than that. He enjoyed keeping her guessing. "Would you like to play a game? I found a box with my bucket of Jenga blocks while I was unpacking some stuff last night." Luke nodded smiling and Ellie went and got the game. They sat on the couch and Ellie started stacking blocks and handed the bucket to Luke and directed him to keep stacking and she went to the bedroom and slipped off her jeans putting on lounge pants with some mall store logo down the leg and came back. "That feels better. Do you want something to drink? I've got a bottle of wine, or something else maybe?" He agreed to whatever she wanted. She opened the bottle of wine and poured a couple glasses and brought it over to the table putting them out of the way of game. "Have you ever had wine before?" "I'm nineteen, I haven't been under a rock." He chuckled. "My mother liked wine so I've tried several different types and I like it." He took a sip and swirled around his mouth taking in a little breath of air. "Stone fruit, oak, I'd say a California Chardonnay." He added. It was Ellie's turn to raise eyebrows. "Very good! Napa Valley to be exact." She looked at the blocks and noted he hadn't put the last one on the top yet. She took it and put both hands behind her back. Luke noted just how nicely her top stretched across her chest as she did this. "Pick a hand." He picked the one with the block winning the starting move. "What are we playing for?" He asked, sounding crafty. "I don't know. What do you have in mind?" She smirked, wondering if he had the same thing in mind that she did. He shrugged. "Loser has to perform a strip tease for the winner." She grinned ear to ear hearing this. "Okay hot shot. I'll have you know I'm a master at this game. I hope you're wearing cute briefs." "Maybe, you'll have to win to find out." They both concentrated on the game intently for a few moves, and then the smack talk began. They taunted one another as the blocks started to wobble. "I don't know, maybe you should stay in the kitchen and let us real men handle the engineering." Luke said. Ellie reached over and flicked his ear sharply causing him to yelp in pain while he giggled. The game progressed more slowly as the tower got more shaky. Eventually the tower fell to Ellie placing a block on top. "Shit." She said, but she didn't really mind it. She was actually excited about this idea. She had hoped to see him perform for her but the exhibitionist streak in her wanted to show off to him too. "Put the blocks away and find some music you like. I'll be right back." "Where are you going?" He asked picking up the blocks watching her stand. She leaned over and turned the lights down. "Well if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right." She winked and went into the bedroom again. He had toted up the game and set it aside and grinned to himself that he'd pulled off the coup. After the other night all he'd been able to think about is her body. Her pert breasts, and smooth skin, now he was going to see her strip for him. He was flipping through music until he found some dance music. He started tapping his foot and realized she didn't have much room, so he slid the coffee table aside toward the window. The window! He drew the curtains so nobody would see her. The song he was listening to finished and she still hadn't come back. He wondered momentarily if he'd gone too far when he heard her open the bedroom door. She must have turned off the lights before opening it because he didn't get a peek until she walked out into the room. She had put her hair up in a lazy twist on top of her head, and changed into a red satin top and gray skirt. She had even gone so far as to put on heels. She looked absolutely stunning as she walked out and noted that he'd made room for her. A small smirk touched her now red lips as she noted the look on his face. She was happy with the reaction but didn't want to let on that she was enjoying his prize as much as he was. She looked off into the distance and listened, then nodded. "Are you ready for me, Luke?" She asked, her voice husky. He knew the line she quoted was from a movie, but he just sat there, his mouth hanging open. She quirked her lips in a wry smile. She began to move with the music stepping carefully, heels on a carpet weren't conducive to graceful movement. She reached down and slipped the heels off tossing them aside and continued. Her sensual movements were already having an effect on Luke and for the first time he didn't care if he hid it or not. Ellie was beautiful, and he was totally captivated by her. She had turned sideways and began unbuttoning the cuffs of her blouse, she turned her back to him, her hips swayed to the music as she got into the music. She reached up and pulled the hair clip out and shook her head, letting her hair cascade down around her shoulders. She looked over her shoulder shooting him a sensual gaze, her hands worked the buttons of her blouse open. She spun around holding the front of her blouse closed and stepped towards him letting her hands fall as the blouse opened giving him a peek of the red and black bra she was wearing beneath it. He swallowed audibly and his jaw dropped open again. "Thirsty?" She reached over and handed him the half empty wine glass. He took the glass and practically gulped the remaining wine. "Now we hadn't spoken of limits before this all started. Am I on my own with regards to how far I let this go?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, knowing full well she was going all the way, but let him wonder just what he was going to see. She reached up and lifted the blouse from her shoulders and let it slide down her arms slowly. She flipped the blouse over the back of the couch next to him. He could smell her perfume, it was stronger than before. He swallowed audibly. "Yes, as far as you’re comfortable with." "Is it how you imagined it would be?" He just nodded at her open mouthed. She tapped his ankles wider and danced between his spread legs swaying to the music and lifting her skirt giving him a peek of her smooth thighs. She noted that his jeans were straining to contain him. She couldn't wait to get a look at him either. She turned with the music and reached behind her making a come hither motion with her finger and pointed at the zipper on the back of her skirt. He didn't move for a moment and she looked over her shoulder at him and he was staring at her shimmy back and forth. He didn't move, and she directed his attention back to the zipper. As he reached forward she swayed to the side then back again avoiding his grip. He managed to catch the zipper and slide it down slowly exposing the back of her black satin panties. He reached up and pushed the fabric together releasing the hook. She took his hands and laid them flat on her hips as she swayed with the music. She gave them a small nudge downward and he understood she wanted him to remove the skirt. The skirt gave way as it slipped past her hips, and he gasped at seeing her beautiful behind swaying in front of his face. She stepped free of the skirt and he bent to pick it up and laid it next to her blouse on the back of the couch as she turned. "How am I doing?" She asked softly. He just nodded excitedly. Ellie was pretty sure that if she asked him to, he'd rob a bank for her right now. It was an exhilarating feeling for her to have him in this state of excitement. "Good." She smiled. She danced slowly to Wonderful Tonight. How appropriate he thought. As he stared in wide eyed wonder at this beautiful girl. She ran her hands up and down her body slowly, her head swayed from side to side, her hair partly covered her face as she did. She peeked up at him as the song ended. She nudged his legs together again, and reached down and pulled his knees together. She turned and sat on the very edge of his lap, her ass just barely on his knees. She reached behind her and fanned out her hair and gathered it up over her head. The next song began and she waited for him to take the cue. "Undo me." Luke wasn't sure who's undoing it was when he reached up and unhooked her bra, his hands shaking. She let her hair fall as soon as he did and took the shoulder straps down one at a time before standing again. She held it in place as she released first one then the other shoulder straps. She turned her back to him and tossed the bra to him over her shoulder. He put it with the rest of her clothing. She was standing there swaying in only her black lace panties. He noticed they had a tiny red bow on the front when she had walked over to him a minute before. She spun around with the music, her hands cupping her breasts as she took a step towards him, her nipples stood out hard and pink. She swayed to the music losing herself in the beat. She leaned forward placing her hands on his shoulders. "We're done, right? I mean, you didn't want me to take everything off did you?" She was clearly taunting him. Luke closed his mouth, swallowing hard and opened again to speak and nothing came out. "No? Okay, I guess we're done then." She said standing again. "No! I mean please; I;” Luke stammered. "Please what, Luke?" She asked innocently. "Please take them off." He whispered desperately. "No Luke, if you'd like them off, then you take them off." She replied turning her body in a few circular sways. She banged her hips side to side with the beat of the music, and looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing. His eyes were following her ass as she swung it back and forth. She stopped moving. "Well?" She asked over her shoulder. Luke raised shaky hands from his lap wondering if this was real or if he was going to get slapped away at the last minute. His hands were like fire on her skin sending butterflies to her core as he ran his thumbs down, pulling the lacy fabric with them. He was going slowly, the fabric peeling off like the skin from a fruit. They slipped over her beautiful behind and the fabric stuck between her legs for a moment, but he kept pulling, down her smooth thighs past her knees. He let go and saw the slightest peek of her lips, they were pink and very wet. She stepped out of the panties and took a step away from him and turned covering herself with her hand. The scent that bloomed now that her panties were off made his breathing even more shallow and fast. He honestly wasn't sure why his jeans hadn't exploded yet. "Are you sure you want to see?" She said, her voice low and husky as she swayed with the music again. He only nodded slowly as he stared at the hand she was covering herself with. She drew her hand lightly against her body and slowly ran it up over to her hip uncovering herself for him. She was shaved and pink, moisture shone on her slight lips. She danced for another song, winked at Luke and disappeared into the bedroom. Luke started panting, not believing what had just happened. Ellie was so turned on she had to force hersel

  • October 8 · length unknown

    Above the Garage: Part 1

    Above the Garage: Part 1 A young man comes of age, and meets his soulmate, thanks to his garage renovation therapy project. In 3 parts, by Member389. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. “She could be just the thing.” Derek was glad that he'd thought of this apartment remodel. It was a project he and his son Luke could work on together. He hoped that it would get Luke to come out of his shell. Ever since his mother passed away a few years ago he'd been closed off and anti-social. Luke gets his handiness from his dad. He loved to work with his hands, and it was not boasting to say that he was pretty good at it too. Fortunately the push, from Derek's dad, to be more took him to state college to study engineering and into a lucrative career afterward. Derek met his wife of 20 years at that college, Theresa was the world to him, and he would have done anything to lay the world at her feet. Fate had a different idea though. Her loss had left a deep scar on their family. It was hard at first, friends and relatives did their best to keep them upbeat and one or two even mentioned that Derek wasn't too old to start again. Those ideas were brushed aside. He would never love anybody like he loved Terri. Luke took it hard, he was only 14 when Terri found out she had cancer. The doctors did everything they could. Throughout her treatment he would give up being a normal teenager to be home for her when his father couldn't be. She'd get upset with him and tell him to try out for sports at school or join a club, and especially ask a girl that he like out on a date. He'd just brush it off and come home as soon as he could to take care of her. She wasted away before their eyes and in less than a year she was gone. It was a crushing blow to both of them, and as hard as Derek had it, he could tell Luke felt like he was set adrift, and had no guidance. Derek worked, he worked a lot, to keep his mind busy, to keep from thinking about her. Luke just hung around, and kept to himself mostly. He had a few friends but they, for the most part, had moved on after graduation. Luke was accepted to the college where his folks went to and was looking at a similar career to his fathers, no matter how much Derek urged him to do something he wanted. He insisted that he wanted to do what his father does, and build things. He was going to start as a freshman this fall. Derek, in the interest of keeping Luke from hiding in his room until fall, figured he'd give him a project. They lived in a big house with an large 2 car garage. Above the garage was a space that was large enough to turn into an in-law apartment. He presented Luke with the project to clean it out, and design an apartment. As soon as he had a plan they would build it and rent it out. Thanks to the college there's never any shortage of students looking for off campus apartments. They weren't really close, a few miles, but these days all the kids had cars anyway. Like anything he put his mind to, Luke had a plan in place pretty quickly. We worked out details for the major demolition and installing plumbing, and electrical etc. He really did his homework, even shopping for materials for finishing like the flooring and appliances. He got it in his head to fully decorate it with the help of some ideas from magazines. What they ended up with was a very nice small 1 bedroom apartment with a nice view over the backyard. Luke had already started school and they didn't think it likely that they'd get a lot of offers right away but they listed the apartment in the paper anyway. They interviewed a couple students and even a visiting professor who was teaching here for a year, but nobody fit what they had in mind and too many wanted them to come down on the price. There was no way Derek was going to let anybody devalue the work that he and Luke had put into it, the only one who was going to budge on price was going to be Luke. It was his baby. It was a warm Saturday afternoon when Derek heard a woman's voice call out. He was in the back yard puttering around with a rake. He leaned it against the house and walked around to the front where he saw a lovely blonde haired girl walking towards the other corner of the house heading to the yard. He called out to her and she jumped slightly startled. In only a few moments Derek took in the sight of her. She was very pretty, her blond hair fell around her shoulders. She smiled and held out her hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Ellie. I was wondering if you've rented the apartment yet?" He let her know that they hadn't yet, and that his son Luke was in charge of that. He went in and got the keys and let her see it, and she marveled. "Who decorated it? They did an awesome job." Dad let her know that the whole place was done by his son, Luke, from design to decoration. He smiled at her shock, when he told her Luke was starting school at the local university this year. "This was done by a teenager?" "He should be home any minute if you want to hang around. A few of the ground rules that we've placed are that guests please park on the street so as to not block the garage downstairs. Use of the yard and pool are a given so long as you keep it down to a dull roar." He said chuckling. "There's a washer and dryer downstairs in the garage that you can use rather than go to a laundromat. As you probably saw in the ad, utilities are provided including cable and Internet. We can get you telephone if you need it but it's not wired for it up here. We figured most students use cellphones anyway." "It's perfect. Now I see why you're asking so much for it. Any chance we can haggle on the price?" She cocked her head smiling, her eyes sparkling. Derek chuckled. "That's up to Luke. This is his baby, start to finish." Derek paused as he heard the garage door opener beneath them start up. "You can ask him yourself in a minute. I'll let him know you're here." He stepped out onto the landing and looked at the door as he closed it. He thought for a moment that they may have found the right person for the apartment. He smiled as he trotted down the stairs and ducked into the garage where Luke was getting out of the car. His hair was mussed from driving with the window down, his shirt was tight over his well-formed chest and arms. The work had leaned him out and toned him up. "Hey Luke,” Derek greeted his son. “You have someone upstairs looking at the apartment." "I'll guess by the grin on your face it's a girl." Luke said in a slightly annoyed tone. "Is there anything wrong with a girl renting your place?" "No; I just want somebody normal and quiet." Luke passed dad on his way to the stairs and his father put his hand on his shoulder. "I have a good feeling about this one. Trust your instincts." He nodded and made for the stairs taking them two at a time. Luke opened the door and close it behind him, and Derek went back to the yard whistling a little tune; hopeful she could be just the thing. A short while later, Luke popped around the corner of the garage and slowly wandered through the yard. "Well?" Derek asked. "She tried to get me to come down on the price." "Really?" He smiled trying not to laugh. "How did that go?" "I asked her how much she could reasonably afford, and I halved the difference. She took it." He smirked. "How much lower did you go?" Derek was eager to learn. "A hundred bucks. Non-smoker, no boyfriend and she says she not a partier. She's a senior in culinary arts and nutrition. She offered to cook for us occasionally if we don't mind being her test subjects. Her name is Ellie Love." Luke grinned, but didn't say that he'd thought about dropping two for the pretty coed. "No shit?" Derek laughed. Luke just shrugged. "She's calling her folks to let them know she's found a place." Ellie started moving in the next day. Luke was out in the driveway washing his car, the sound of music filtered down from Ellie's open window as she unpacked. Derek watched Luke from the window for a moment and caught him looking up at the window off and on. He would bet anything she was intentionally wandering back and forth to get a look at him too. "Hey Luke?" Ellie called down. "Yea?" He replied. "Any chance you could take me shopping for some kitchen stuff? There isn't much up here in the way of plates, glasses, silverware, you know." "Sure, let me know when you're ready." "Give me 10 minutes and I'll be down." Ellie went and changed. She knew she was older than him by a couple years. His father mentioned he'd turned 19 last month. Luke was hot with his dark hair and dark brown eyes, but he seemed so quiet and shy. After the wild roommates and crazy party atmosphere of the apartment she shared last year, this was going to be a nice change. She worked in a small caf , after high school and found she loved it and thought it might be a cool idea to start her own. So she'd decided that getting it right was going to require some learning and went back to school. Now at 23 she was close to finishing her degree and moving on to realizing the dream. She threw on a striped tee and pushed her sweats off and found a pair of jeans in one of her bags and went to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. She knew she wasn't a knockout but she was pretty cute. She knew that from the double-takes she got from guys at school. She was short, in her opinion, at five foot three, her sandy blonde hair hung past her shoulders, and her dark brown eyes were always sparkling. Her dad said they were full of mischief. If he only knew. She pulled the door shut behind her checking that it had locked and bounced down the stairs like she was on springs. She watched Luke for a moment as he wiped down the car, and got a tingling sensation as he leaned forward, his jeans tightened around his cute ass. 'Get a hold of yourself girl' she thought. She reached her hands behind her causing her shirt to tighten across her small breasts, and cleared her throat. Luke looked over his shoulder at Ellie. Damn she was cute, but she didn't act like she knew it. He gave her a small smirk. "Sorry about the kitchen. I didn't stop to think that someone moving in wouldn't have dishes of their own." "Oh, no problem." Ellie countered quickly. "It's just that my last place, everything belonged to my room mates, and as long as I kept them fed they didn't care what I used." She smiled. "I could use a couple towels too. I'm on a budget so let's hit up that little French boutique, Tar-jay." Luke laughed at her joke and reached for the passenger side door opening it for her. He bowed with a flourish. "After you milady." Luke was already winning points as she climbed into the car. He hopped in and started the car backing out of the driveway. On the way to the to the store Ellie drew him out asking what he was going to school for, and what he planned for after. He didn't do sports or really anything with friends. She could tell he was one of those quiet loner types, and he had a lot going on in there that nobody ever saw. She decided then and there that she'd make it her goal to draw him out of his shell. "Maybe you can build my swanky caf for me when you graduate." She winked at him. Luke looked over at her for a moment and smiled. "Yea I'll get right on that." "Seriously, that apartment is awesome. I bet it wouldn't be much of a stretch. Your dad said you planned it nearly free hand. You don't do something like that without real talent." Luke just shrugged and said thanks. They pulled into a parking space and Ellie grabbed a cart and hopped up on the rail, riding it a few feet towards the store like a kid. This gave Luke a great view of her backside and she knew he was looking by the expression she saw when she looked over her shoulder. He looked slightly shocked then looked down and away. She bit her lower lip and grinned. This was going to be fun, she thought. They made their way into the store and Ellie took the long way around to housewares and chose a cheap set of dinnerware, then some glasses and flatware. She went over the cooking stuff with a fine tooth comb looking at labels and chose a few items. The cart filled up fast with the large items. She decided that she'd done enough damage there and wandered around a corner and started up the aisle. Luke just pushed the cart along behind her watching her walk. He was pretty sure she hadn't wiggled her ass like that on the way in. She reached out to a blouse hanging next to the aisle and felt the fabric and held it out and let it go and she walked past a rack of lingerie. Ellie let out a little ooh when she saw a little yellow bra and panty set hanging up and took it off the rack. "What do you think?" She asked holding the cups up to her chest, grinning devilishly at Luke. His face turned red and he looked around. "It's definitely your color." He said and mumbled something after. "What?" She asked, making him repeat it. He breathed deep and replied. "Did you want to pick up some food while we're here? The basics at least?" Ellie gave him a sly smile. "Chicken." "I don't know if they have chicken, but they've got groceries. You know, canned, boxed and frozen food, stuff like that." She walked right up close to him and reached over and set the lingerie right in the top of the basket where he was sure to keep it at the forefront of his mind. "Sure, let's go stock the cupboards." She chose some basic dry goods, a couple cans here and there. "If I'm going to be a chef, I can't be relying on packaged goods too much, but sometimes a girl needs a night off." She grabbed a couple cans of soup and found some microwave popcorn piling it all on top of the cart. They made their way to the check out and the lady behind the counter was scanning away and looked up at the two of them noting what they were buying. "You kids setting up home for the first time?" The lady smiled. Ellie wrapped an arm around Luke pulling them together and laid her head on his shoulder. "Yes, we're going to be so happy." She peeked out of the corner of her eye and noticed Luke had gone red again. She pursed her lips and slid her hand across his lower back taking her time letting it drop and grazing his ass. The feeling sent a shock through Luke and he wasn't sure how to react so he did his best to forget it happened. They brought their cart out to the car and packed it away. On the trip home they didn't speak, and just listened to the radio. Luke turned off the car and reached for the door when he felt Ellie put her hand on his and give it a squeeze. "Sorry, I was just;” She said softly, biting her lower lip. Luke looked at her and nodded, and got out and began unloading the car. The little table was piled with boxes and bags were strewn around the floor. Luke was about to turn and leave when Ellie stopped him. "I was just having a little fun. I didn't mean to embarrass you." She winked. "I know, it's okay." "Are you busy this afternoon? I could use a hand unpacking all this stuff and washing the dishes." "Sure, I can help." He took the first box and opened it up and brought it into the kitchen and started loading the dishwasher with the plates and bowls. "We forgot cleaning supplies. I'll run downstairs I'm sure we've got plenty. He headed for the door and trotted down the stairs, and his own kitchen. Ellie decided to get more comfortable and wandered into the bedroom and lost the shirt and jeans. She had just pulled on her sweat pants when the door opened and Luke walked in. She hadn't bothered to close the bedroom door and he got a full on look at her standing there in her sweat pants and a lacy pink bra. His eyes locked on hers and he froze. Ellie just smiled and reached for her hoodie putting it on and zipping it up to mid chest just barely concealing the bra. She walked out of the bedroom. "Relax it's the Internet age, I'm sure you've seen a girl in lingerie before." "Uh yea, sorry I should have knocked. It's just that I've been up here so much while decorating that I forgot someone lives here now." Ellie shrugged , "Mi casa es su casa. You're welcome up any time. I don't make it a habit to walk around like a lingerie model, don't worry. I don't have the body for it." Luke mumbled something, and Ellie was sure it was a denial of that claim but she just bit her lip to keep from smiling. Luke started running water to clean the larger items in the sink and Ellie started putting things into cupboards. The tight space meant they were brushing against each other often. Luke noticed Ellie used him as a balance whenever he was in reach, a hand on his shoulder when she leaned into a cabinet. She placed a hand on the small of his back again to see what he was cleaning. "No abrasives, just soapy water on that one. That's a pro quality non-stick saut pan right there." She winked. "It said so on the label." As she leaned back Luke got a light scent of her perfume. He hadn't noticed it before but it was sweet and flowery. Had she put it on after he'd gone downstairs he wondered. It was having an intoxicating effect, along with her touch. He was glad he was facing the sink to hide the bulge that was forming in his jeans. "I'm going to go throw these towels in the wash real quick." "Okay I'll just stay here and slave away in your kitchen like a drudge." Luke's response was surprising causing Ellie to bust out laughing. "Yes! I have my own kitchen drudge!" She did a little fist pump in triumph. Luke peeked over his shoulder as she made for the door watching her cute little ass with the store name plastered across the seat of her sweats. He'd better get out of here fast or he wasn't going to make a safe exit with the tent in the front of his jeans. He wiped down the last dish and headed down the stairs and poked his head into the garage telling her that he was done, and if she needed anything else to just let him know. She thanked him and he rushed into the house. Ellie went back up to find the dishes all cleaned and laid out waiting for her to decide where they'd be put. She worked efficiently putting things in their logical places and had just enough room to fit everything she'd bought. She saw the yellow lingerie she'd bought and smiled. She hadn't intended to buy it, but wanted to tease Luke. They were cute though so she put them in with her wash. The weekly grind began, everybody leaving the house and heading off in their respective directions. Ellie got home late from her job at the little caf , and hit the books for an hour or so before taking a shower. She wandered into the bedroom and looked out the window hearing something moving around. She spied Luke hauling a trash can and recycling to the curb. Luke turned and looked up at the light in the window and saw her outlined in soft yellow light. She stood there in a long sleeve shirt, unbuttoned part way down the front. She lifted a hand and gave him a little wave and he wav

  • October 8 · length unknown

    Love Endures War: Part 2

    Love Endures War: Part 2 Tender love in a Wounded Seventies America. Based on a post by want some fun 1951. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The five of us, Joey’s parents and mine; flew to California to meet the ship that brought Joey home. We didn't get to see him at the dock. He was whisked into an ambulance that we tried to follow in our rental car. At the hospital, his doctor took us to his office. Joey had been shot and captured. His injuries weren't life-threatening, and they stopped the bleeding at a Viet Cong field hospital. He was taken to a prison camp for debriefing. "We're all adults here, and I believe in telling the truth, so I'll be blunt," the army doc said. "To the Viet Cong running that camp, 'debriefing' meant torture until they decided if a prisoner knew something useful, followed by long periods of confinement. Joey was a rank-and-file infantryman, so he wasn't very useful to them, but they kept him alive as a bargaining chip. "American soldiers came to take the camp, and there was a fire-fight. Our guys were prepared, and the Cong ran out of ammo. They apparently tried to beat their captives to death when they knew the camp would to be taken. Private Ramsey sustained a severe skull fracture. When he was liberated from the camp, he was in a coma, nearly dead of starvation and exposure. He's much better now. Recovering nicely. With hard work, he should make further improvements. We're keeping him sedated, but you may see him for a minute each." I was allowed to go first. A nurse led me to a window that looked into his room. I could hardly recognize him through the bandages on his head. Tubes, wire, bottles, and bags were everywhere. He had a cast on one leg, where surgeons had repaired the badly-healed fractures from his initial wound. His other leg had scars from long-healed sores. Skinny arms extended from his hospital gown, tubes in both of them between old cigarette burns. Always so big and strong, my darling looked like he was half his old size. He had a tube down his nose, and he was out cold. We walked into his room. "Talk to him, honey," the nurse said. "He's in deep sedation, but some patients say they remember things when they wake up." "Joey? Joey, it's Sue." His chest rose and fell slowly. "Joey? You're home now. Well, not home. You're in a hospital in California. We came to visit, me, my folks and your parents." "Time's almost up, honey," the nurse whispered. "I love you, Joey," I said as I backed out of room. We stayed for a week, visiting him for a minute apiece each morning, afternoon, and evening. The day before our flight home, the doctor met us in the waiting room outside Intensive Care. "I have good news. Private Ramsey is showing excellent improvement. He's doing well enough that we've lowered his medication. He's in a "twilight" sleep now. He hasn't opened his eyes or spoken, but I believe that's coming. We'll be able to make arrangements to transfer him to a Veterans Administration hospital near your home soon." That day, it was Marge's turn to go in first. She spent her full minute in his room holding his hand and crying. When Joe went in, he sat close to his son's head, telling him he would be home soon. Then it was my turn. "He's asleep, Sue, but talk to him," Joe said when I passed him in the doorway. "Joey, it's me, Sue. I'll be with you a lot more soon, when you're in a hospital near home. I've missed you so much, Joey." I laid my hand on his outstretched one and held it, like I had every time we visited. This time, he made a noise. "Nurse, he's talking!" "He's been doing that ever since last night. He's probably feeling some discomfort from his latest surgery now, so there's a little moaning." "Oh," Joey whispered. "Oh. Oh." "What's that, honey? Are you in pain?" I asked. "Oh. Oh. Ess." He worked his tongue around in his mouth. " Saw, Sue." "Yes, Joey, it's me. It's Sue!" His hand twitched, like he was trying to squeeze mine the way I was squeezing his. He whispered "Sue" again. Then he slept. By the time he was transferred to the local VA hospital two weeks later, Joey was awake a lot of the time. He didn't talk much, and when he did, he seemed confused. The staff said rehabilitation would take a long time. Because of his head injuries and the deplorable conditions in which he had been imprisoned for so long, we should be prepared for only a partial recovery. The first day I went to see him, he was propped up in bed, asleep, but facing the TV. I pulled up a chair and sat next to his head. "Joey, can you wake up?" His eyes flickered for a moment, and when they opened, I saw fear. "It's me, Sue. I came to see you." "Sue. Sue. Why am I here?" "You were injured in the war. You were in a prison camp, but now you're in the VA hospital near home." "Oh. Why are you here?" "I came to see you. Do you want me to go?" "No. Stay. Don't leave me." Every day after I was done with student teaching, I went to the hospital to be with him. Every day, he was better, until one night about a week before my birthday. He was agitated that evening. "What's wrong, honey? You seem upset," I said. "Your birthday is next week. I can't go buy you a present," he said. "That's okay. Getting you back is the best present in the world." "You don't understand. I can't go get you a present because I can't walk. I haven't walked in years. That cage they kept me in was too small to let me stand up, even if my leg had healed right. I went to physical therapy today. My legs are so weak I can't stand on my own. How can I ever get a job and go to a store to buy things for you if I'm like that?" "It doesn't matter. You're alive, and you're with me again. I don't need anything else." "No. I'm no good to you now. I'm a broken-down wreck. You need a man." "I have a man." "I'm not a man. I'm an invalid." "You're a patient. You were shot. They tortured you and kept you in a tiny bamboo cage for years. You were near death from starvation. The bastards fractured your skull. It's going to take time for you to recover." "You shouldn't have waited for me. I don't know why you're here. Why aren't you married and having babies?" "I don't want to be married to anyone but you. I don't want any babies but yours." When visiting hours were over, I kissed him, like always. Joey really kissed me back for the first time. The next day, he was sitting in a chair. "I have to pee," was the first thing he said. "Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?" "No, you can't do that." "They tell me you can bear some weight on your good leg. We can probably get you there." "No, Sue, I can't let you do that. Find an orderly." "Joey, I'm strong enough if you'll help me." "Don't you get it? I have to pee! I need someone to help me onto the toilet. I can't let you do that," Joey protested. "Now please, go find a man to help me." I came back into the room with a burly orderly, but Joey was adamant that I wait in the hallway while they took care of things. "I can't hold onto him and the railing and still keep my gown closed. Please, Sue, respect my privacy." When the orderly left the room, I went back in. "I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said. "It's okay. It just wouldn't have been proper for you to see me with my skinny butt hanging out of this stupid gown." "I understand, Joey, but someday, I'll see that skinny butt in bed next to me." "What?" "When we're married, silly." "You don't want to marry me, Sue. I'm not the man you fell in love with." "I didn't fall in love with a man. I fell in love with a boy who once let me beat him arm-wrestling. I fell in love with the boy who danced with me to "Moon River." I fell in love with the guy who gave me this," I said, pulling my precious locket out from where it was hidden by my sweater. "I'm in love with a man now. You, Joey." "But I'm not the same man." "Yes you are. Whatever you can or can't do, I love you." I leaned down and kissed him. Joey kissed me back pretty hard, the way he did a couple of times the night before he left for the war. When we let go, tears rolled down his cheeks. "I'm going down to physical therapy tomorrow, and I'll work until I'm healthy enough to take care of you, if you still want me." On Easter Sunday morning, Mom, Dad, and I piled into the back of Joe and Marge's car to meet Joey for services at the hospital chapel. He was beaming, obviously very excited, but he wouldn't say a word as he led us back to his room on his cane. When we got to his room, he sat in his armchair. "I can come home next week," he said. "That's great news!" my dad exclaimed. "They said if I could do something, I could go home, so I've been practicing a lot." He stood up and hobbled over to where I was sitting. Trying to mask the pain on his face, he got down on his bad knee. His father handed him something. "Sue, I should have done this five years ago when it was easier. Will you marry me?" There was a diamond ring in the little box in his hand. "Oh my God!" I burst into happy tears, and leaned forward to kiss him, being careful not to knock him over. "Yes, Joey, my God yes, I'll marry you!" "My therapist said he'll work with me until I can carry a nurse around. When I can do that, when I'm strong enough to carry you over the threshold, we'll get married." It was supposed to be a small ceremony. At least, that was what we wanted. Our families had different ideas. Joey's platoon leader, who had been in the prison camp with him, was the best man. Mike recovered from his injuries faster than Joey. He came to visit when he could, driving three hundred miles one way, helping Joey keep his spirits up. The young widow from church who supported me through those lonely years when Joey was away was matron of honor, and her little boy was the ring bearer. Both our moms cried their way through the whole thing. At the reception, Joey danced with me when the band played "Moon River," but he sat most of the time. When it got late, his father gave him the keys to a new car for us to drive to the hotel where we would be spending the night. After the garter was retrieved and the bouquet tossed, we left. "Mrs. Ramsey," he said after the bellboy carried our bags into the room, "I never thought I'd see this day." He picked me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him as he carried me to the bed, the first real bed we would ever share. We kissed, hotter than we ever had, fumbling with buttons, zippers and catches. We laughed at our nervousness and frustration with strange garments, until I was down to my bra and panties, and he was only wearing his shorts. His cock bulged against them, fascinating but frightening, moving, growing. "This is it, Sue." "I've waited a long time, honey," I replied, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. "Wait, let me do that," Joey said. He pulled my bra off me, and knelt on the bed next to me, looking at my tits. "You're perfect." His hand touched my bare flesh for the first time. "Perfect," he repeated as my nipple hardened. I pulled him down on top of me, feeling his chest hair against my tits and his turgid shaft against my panty-covered mound. We kissed, tongues intertwined, until we were fighting for air. "Roll over," I said. I wanted a good look what was going to make me his wife physically. He raised his hips when I grabbed the waistband of his briefs. Joey and I had made a pact that we would only go so far before we were married, so I had never seen his cock. I thought I had an idea of its size and shape from feeling it against me, hard through clothing when we made out, but seeing it bared, ready, and anxious, inches from me, was different. I was almost as scared of it as I was thrilled by it. "I don't know what to do," I said. "You got an A in health class in eleventh grade, Sue." "So did you." "We learned all about this there. I think we can figure it out," my new husband said, his hand pushing into my panties. It didn't take long for him to have them off, and to give me my first orgasm by someone other than me. He did it again, kissing my tits, teasing my nipples with his tongue. "I love you, Joey. It's time." He got on top of me, kissing me as he fondled my tits and then my cunt. He pushed himself up so he could see what he was doing, holding it and taking aim. "Do it, honey. I'm your wife now." I tried to calm myself to relax my body, while bracing for the pain. Every woman I talked to, said it hurt, including my mother and my mother-in-law. They said it got better over time. I prayed they were right. I was terrified. I expected him to find his mark, push himself inside me, injure me (tearing tissue is an injury, after all), and then rut like an animal until he shot inside me. That's not exactly what he did. Joey and I discovered something that very first time. He could drive me crazy with his cock. He didn't enter me for a while. He stroked me with it, played with me, up and down over my wet cleft, massaging my clitoris with the hard, wet, spongy end of it, and bringing me to still another orgasm. When I calmed down, I saw the happiness on his face. "I'm going to do it now. I'll try not to hurt you more than I have to, baby." His cock pried my lips apart just enough that they gripped it. I had never felt anything like this. Nothing so big. I was torn between my fear and my lust about it being where nothing had gone before. "I didn't know it would feel like this," he sighed. He shifted his weight, trying to keep from pinning me under him. That made him move inside me, change his angle, something. It felt good. He saw it on my face, and he grinned, moving a little more, this time just a fraction of an inch further into me. I pulled him down for a kiss, one I knew we would remember. He kept up with his slow, tiny thrusts, finally coming to a stop against my barrier. "I love you, Sue. I have since the day we sat on that rock and talked. I've always loved you, all through school, every moment I was conscious in Nam; it was what kept me sane. Now I'm home with you forever. Now I love you more." He moved again to kiss me, and sank through. As soon as he felt me give way, he stopped, holding himself from going deeper, waiting for me to kiss him back. He gave me time until I nodded, kissed him, and said, "More." He was gentle and caring, the way I needed him to be. Instinct, passion, and love guided us, but it hurt a little. I was very sensitive and tender. It felt wonderful, an odd mix of pleasure with pain. Our love was complete when he finally shot his essence inside me. He managed to keep his eyes open, the same as I did when I reached my first climax with him inside me a moment later. With everything we experienced, we loved more. We wanted kids, prayed for them, but not yet. I went on the pill when we got engaged, and was quite satisfied with it. My tits filled out a sweater better, and I had just a little wiggle when I walked, something I practiced when my parents weren't home to drive Joey crazy on our honeymoon. We cuddled after making love for the first time. "What if the pill doesn't work?" I asked. "We start thinking about names." "Would you want a baby this soon, Joey?" "I'd rather be finished with some kind of school and into a decent job before we have kids, but I'll go with the flow. Maybe it's supposed to happen." "I think I'd rather wait, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't practice for getting me pregnant." I caressed his muscle, the skin sticky with our drying juices. Losing my virginity hadn't hurt as much as I thought it might, although I didn't care, since it was Joey. We made love again that night before we fell asleep, and in the morning before we got ready for breakfast. When we went to bed that evening I was still sore from stretching to accommodate him, as amazing as it had felt. "Joey," I said, touching his naked body in the bed next to me. "I don't know how to say this, but I'm pretty sore." "I'm sorry, honey." He kissed me gently and caressed my tit. "I didn't mean to hurt you." "You didn't. Well, yeah, the first time it hurt a little, but it was you, Joey, my husband. We made love a lot, and I enjoyed every minute of it, but I think she needs a break," I said, gesturing toward my crotch. "Should I kiss it and make it all better?" he murmured into my ear. "Very funny." "I'm not trying to be funny. Guys in the Army talked about it. I'd like to try it." He kissed me again, and then leaned down and kissed my tits. "I hope I do this okay." His fingers teased my curls as he licked and sucked on my nipples. We learned the night before how much I enjoyed that, but he kept moving lower until he kissed my belly-button. Then lower. I knew people did this, touched their partner's intimate places with their mouths, but I hadn't thought about it much. My promise to God and Joey as a teenager, followed by those years of forced abstinence, meant that I was poorly prepared for this sex stuff. I let my body figure out what to do with conventional missionary intercourse, and I liked it. A lot. Now, my husband was between my legs, kissing the tops of my thighs. "I love you, Sue," he said, just before his tongue reached me. That first jolt of sensation, his warm, wet tongue on my tender lips, was like nothing I imagined. My legs spread on their own, and my hands went down to caress his scalp, avoiding the ugly scars where hair would never grow. He was gentle, licking at me, kissing my clit, pressing his tongue into the bruised opening of my cunt. I couldn't believe the feelings. He brought me to orgasm quickly the first time, faster than I've ever been able to do it myself, and more intensely that he did in our love-making earlier. I was still riding that high when I realized I was going to go again. I was trying to make sense of the waves of sensation and emotion that kept washing over me when I heard him say, "You like that, don't you?" "Very much! Where did you learn to do that?" "Listening to guys. They said chicks dig it. I also read some magazines my roommate's friends brought him in the VA hospital. Seeing your reaction was kinda fun." "Didn't it taste funny?" His chin was wet, and I felt the moisture under me. "No, in fact, you taste kind of good." "Really? People say that's nasty," I said. "I know, but I think they're wrong. It was pretty cool. I'll definitely do that again." I was so excited that I almost begged him to make love to me, but I knew that would only make me more sore. Poor Joey! If I was still that needy after what he did to me, how bad must it be for him? One glance at his cock gave me the answer. It was only fair. We were married now. That changes the rules. "Joey, would you like me to do that to you?" "Not if you don't want to," he said. His rock-hard cock bounced with his words. "I never thought about doing it before. Do you know what I should do?" "I heard guys talk about it." I took him in my hand and stroked him, the way he seemed to like. "I'll try it." I held his cock and kissed it. A drop of clear fluid leaked out. It was the same thing I saw on him just before he entered me each time. I licked him, tasting it. "Oh, Sue!" he moaned. That was what I needed to hear. M

  • October 6 · length unknown

    Love Endures War: Part 1

    Love Endures War: Part 1 Tender love in a turbulent Sixties America. Based on a post by want some fun 1951. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was the summer of '69. It was the summer of despair. "The heat waves shimmered in the distance, rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of mother nature's authority. We lay where we had been for hours, in the only good cover around. Off to the left, we heard enemy snipers, the gunfire signaling the start of another day in Hell." That was part of a letter Joey wrote after his unit fought its way back to base camp. He wrote as often as he could. Sometimes, I'd find a stack of his letters in the mailbox when I got home from work, and then, I wouldn't hear from him for a while. Whenever his family got any news, they would call me or visit to share the letter. I did the same for them. I always let my folks and Joey's read what we wrote, including the parts where Joey and I talked about getting married when he got home. It was the summer of '59. That's when I met him. Joey and I always liked each other. We were too young to think of each other as boyfriend and girlfriend at first. His family moved into a new house down the block the summer after third grade. I was a tomboy. I loved to ride my bike to the schoolyard to play on the swings, seesaws, and sliding board with the neighborhood boys. Sometimes, we'd play cowboys and Indians on the vacant lots in our development. Nobody thought anything of it a; me, a girl, playing with a bunch of boys. We were kids. I didn't care about the differences between a boy's body and mine. I knew they could stand up to pee, and I knew why. Big deal. That's the way it was. The boys knew I was different from them between the legs. They knew that made me a girl, but otherwise, I was one of them. Until Joey moved in. He was different, maybe a little quieter than the others, more serious, more grown up. He was horrified the first time one of the boys took a leak where I could see him. "Don't look, Sue! Harold, what do you think you're doing? There's a GIRL here!" "Yeah?" Fat Dennis sneered. "So what?" "So what? So what? You can't let her see that! That's what!" Fat Dennis stood up. He always bullied new kids at first. He towered over everyone, even Joey, and Joey was big, in a strong-looking way. "Joey, you moved in two days ago, didn't you?" "Yeah." "That means you don't tell us what to do. If I need to pee when I'm out here with Sue, I'll walk to the nearest tree or wall or something and do it. We all do. So does she. She has to sit down or squat to pee, though." "That's wrong." "No, she does." "Not that part! I meant doing it in front of a girl," Joey stated. "Why?" "Because it is." "Says who? You?" Dennis taunted. Joey stood up and looked at me. "It's also wrong to fight, and it would be real wrong to let Sue see if anything happens." "You gonna fight me, new kid?" "I don't want to," Joey said. "You chicken to lose in front of a girl?" Fat Dennis strutted around, flapping his wings and clucking. "No." "You know I'd beat you up, don't you, new kid?" "That's not how it would go," Joey chuckled. "Big talk," Dennis threatened. "Come here and fight me." "No." Dennis was pretty worked up by that point, so everyone knew he was going to lunge at Joey. Poor Fat Dennis. Joey side-stepped, ducked Dennis' punch, and flipped him over so he landed on his back. It knocked the wind out of him for a couple seconds. Joey knelt next to him. "I didn't want to do that. Are you okay?" Dennis wiped his eyes with his t-shirt, refusing to cry. "What did you do?" "Stopped the fight. I want to be your friend, Dennis. I know you're the leader here, so I'm telling you; no peeing in front of her, and if she needs to go, we walk away." Fat Dennis struggled to his feet, shaking off Joey's offer to help. "Fine, but why?" "Do you pee in front of your mother?" "No! Boys don't do that!" "Right, but why not?" "You just don't. Nobody pees in front of their mother. Heck, that stops when you're old enough to aim it. I mean, it's your mother!" "You have a big sister, don't you, Dennis?" "Yeah." "Do you pee in front of her?" "No!" Dennis sputtered. He looked like he was working himself up to a second round. "Why not?" "Are you trying to start something, Joey? Boys don't pee in front of their sisters. That's wrong." "Exactly. We don't do it in front of our mothers and sisters because it's wrong. You know why? They're girls." "Yeah," Dennis said. Then, "Oh." They shook hands, and with the new rule in place, Dennis suggested a game of tackle-tag. It was his favorite game. To tag someone, you had to knock them down. Tripping or shoving often were enough, but we usually went home scuffed and dirty. Dennis approached the game with brute force. The rest of us responded with agility and speed, so we were fairly matched. Maybe Joey tried to treat me like a girl. It was easy to get away from him when he was "It." He'd tackle the guys if he had to, just the way they taught him, but not me. When it was my turn to be "It," Joey was closest to me. He ran, dodging me, until I grabbed his arm and threw myself at him. He landed on his belly with me on his back. "Holy cow, Sue! You hit hard!" "Yup. You're "It." I scampered away from him. A few turns later, he was "It" again and came after me. He caught my one leg as I was climbing a tree and pulled me down. I landed on top of him, breaking my fall. Lying on his back, he laughed and picked me up by my waist to hold over him like a trophy. "Tag. No tag-backs. You're 'It.'" "I'm not on the ground. To tag someone, they have to land on the ground." He pulled me against himself and rolled us over, pinning me under his body. "Now you're tagged." He rose up on his arms and looked into my eyes for a moment on top of me, smiling. Then he stood up, helped me to my feet, and ran away. Joey fit in well enough, but sometimes he'd wander off. I was curious about those times, so I watched him, to see where he went. I followed him after a while and found him sitting on a big rock in the shade, staring down the hillside at the surveyors figuring out where new streets would go. "Penny for your thoughts, Joey." "Oh!" He jumped like I had appeared by magic. "Hi, Sue." "What are you doing?" "Sitting on this rock." "May I sit with you?" That was how it started. Joey and I became friends. We spent the whole afternoon sitting in the shade on that rock, swapping stories and getting to know each other. The entire gang of us "Daisy Drive Devils," as our parents called us, were friends. At least a few of us were always together. The day after Joey and I talked, the Devils played as a group like we always did. One morning we woke up to a steady, soaking rain. No one ever called each other on rainy days, since none of us was allowed outside because we would catch our death. None of our mothers understood that we would get wet walking to the bus stop that fall, too. We sat alone in our living rooms and watched Looney Tunes, The Three Stooges, and game shows on television. My parents had a big, top-of-the-line, blond oak cabinet best and an antenna on the chimney, but after Joey moved in, I didn't spend much time in the living room, except when "Lassie" was on, Sunday nights. I was helping Mommy with the breakfast dishes, watching the rain through the kitchen window, when the big black telephone on the table next to the refrigerator rang. Since I was drying, Mommy told me to answer. "Hello, Brown residence." "Is that you, Sue? This is Joey. Do you want to come play at my house? My mother says it's okay." "It's raining." "I can come over with a big umbrella to get you." "Do you want to watch television?" "We could, or we could play in the basement or my room. Maybe we could trade baseball cards or something." "Let me ask Mommy." In ten minutes, Joey knocked on our door. With my shoebox of baseball cards safe and dry under my yellow rain slicker, I splashed down the sidewalk, protected by him. That first day at Joey's house was an eye-opener. I had never been in a boy's room, but I thought all they did was play with toy trucks and soldiers and Lincoln Logs. Joey did stuff the other boys didn't do. He played the piano. He read books. He drew pictures. He was probably the toughest and strongest kid on the block, even though I did beat him arm wrestling once, but he had another side. Joey showed me different things in life. He was a collector. He had baseball cards, coins, stamps, and models. I had my card collection and some dolls I took very good care of, since they were going to belong to my little boy and girl someday. I knew the value of things. Joey had some really neat stuff, and he liked things the other kids didn't. Every time it rained, I went to Joey's house or he came to mine. Our parents liked each other, so our getting together was encouraged. We were close friends. We shared secrets, fears, and dreams. We were never bored or lonely like the other kids seemed to be when the Devils couldn't play outside. Joey's parents joined our church, so we were in the same vacation Bible school class in August. By the time fourth grade started, the grown-ups saw us as a puppy-love couple, I guess, but we were just part of the gang to the rest of the Devils. In seventh grade, Mom and Dad let me go to the Friday night dances with the rest of the kids. I always went with my girlfriends, and Joey went with the boys, old Daisy Drive Devils or teammates from the sports he played. At that age, boys stood on one side of the gym and girls stood on the other, both groups talking about members of the other group. Joey knew my preferences in music. He liked some of the more modern, edgy bands, but I still loved the crooners. I saw him break away from his gang and go talk to the school principal, who served as DJ. I thought he probably requested a Beach Boys song, since he and his buddies liked that stuff, but instead, the principal got on the mike. "I have a song request. Here's your chance, gentlemen. Ask a lady to dance." Andy Williams sang. Mom and Dad taught me to dance so I wouldn't look awkward, but Joey was the first boy I ever slow-danced with. I still remember all the lyrics to "Moon River." Feeling his hand holding mine as we moved, I knew I wasn't a child anymore, and that things between us would change. Monday in school, it was obvious they had, at least in the eyes of our classmates. Girls I didn't even know told me they thought I had a cute boyfriend. Joey told me that all his buddies referred to me as his girlfriend. All that from one dance. We talked about it the rest of the school year. Our friends were right. We belonged together. Joey and I started going steady in eighth grade. The locket he gave me for my fifteenth birthday is in its original box in my nightstand. He bought it with money he earned doing jobs around the neighborhood. It's still one of my most prized possessions. He turned sixteen before I did, so he drove us to the mall so I could pick out the dress he would buy me to take me out for my birthday dinner. When he kissed me goodnight on my front porch after our date, he gave me one last gift; a picture of him to put in the locket I wore whenever I dressed up for church or for him. It's still in there. All through high school, Joey and I were inseparable. I became a cheerleader, co-captain of the squad senior year, mainly so I could be near him. Our parents were thrilled. My folks loved Joey, and the Ramsey's treated me like their daughter. They trusted us, knew that we had taken a vow in youth group to remain pure until marriage. On my eighteenth birthday he gave me a "sweetheart ring." We were in love, the kind of love that lasts, one built on friendship rather than hormones. Don't get me wrong about hormones. Joey grew from a cute boy the girls whispered about in seventh grade into one they drooled over in high school. Guys looked at me all the time, too, but everyone knew we were off-limits. I was his girl, and he was my man. Everyone understood. It was how the world was meant to be. As seniors in high school, we had the grades and credits to get into college. I didn't need to go, since I would be a wife, homemaker, and mother. Joey and I talked about it for years. He planned to follow in his father's footsteps by serving his country. When he was done, we would get married and he would continue his education. Prom night was the night when a lot of couples had sex for the first time. Joey and I were king and queen of the prom. More than one of his buddies made comments about our plans for later that night, since we weren't going to the post-prom party. One of my girlfriends teased me in the rest-room at the prom, too. "Are you and Joey going to do it tonight?" she asked from the next stall. "Do what?" I asked. I had my lap full of prom gown skirt, trying to squat over the toilet to pee. "It. Are you two going to do It tonight?" "If you mean are we going to have sex, the answer is no." "Why not? You two have been going together for, like, forever." "Yes, and we promised we would wait. You and I talked about this." "I know, but it's Joey. He's like, your world, isn't he? You're going to marry him, aren't you? And he's so gorgeous." She was right. It was Joey, my gorgeous man, the man who made me feel like a beautiful, well-loved woman. Yes, other couples would have sex that night, couples who would never get married, who didn't love each other like my boyfriend and I did. They didn't understand that real love doesn't need sex. That two people can feel like they have one soul without being physically intimate. I thought about my parents and grandparents. Surely they didn't have sex anymore, but they still were deeply in love. That's how Joey and I were. Being in love was natural, like getting out of bed in the morning and brushing my teeth. Marriage and family were a given. We knew what some of our friends did. We knew we should wait. Sex was for newlyweds, something we would be when he got out of the Army. He left for boot camp three days after graduation. It was the summer of '69. His letters during basic training were so full of love, I thought he might surprise me and ask me to marry him when he got home. I would have. The minister's study would have been good enough for me. We were more in love than ever, having been apart. We both felt it, but Joey avoided any discussion about long-term plans. We lived in the moment. The night before he shipped out, we were in the basement family room he and I helped Dad build, sitting together on the couch. "Baby," Joey said, "Do you think you should wait for me? You know there's a chance I'll never come home. I could die over there. Maybe we should break up so you can get started on finding another guy." "No! There won't be another guy, Joey. I'm yours. I've known that more than half my life." "I feel the same way," he said, wiping my tears with his neatly folded pocket handkerchief. "I can't imagine feeling like this with anyone else. I thought about asking you to marry me before I ship out, but I decided that's not fair. You're young and beautiful. You're going to be here, and Lord knows where I'll be. Please, Sue, just write back to me when I can write to you." I wanted to give him my virginity that night. He deserved it. He was the only man I would ever sleep with, and he wasn't trying anything! "Joey, do you want to make love?" "Please don't ask me that. I do, but I won't. We've waited this long, honey. If I come back, we'll see if we still feel the same." "You're scaring me. I can't lose you." We spent the night on the couch, kissing, cuddling, and finally sleeping in each other’s arms, dressed except for our shoes. I stayed at my high-school job at the diner. I didn't have any other job skills, but I worked hard. It was good enough. Work kept me occupied and earned some money, a nest egg for when Joey and I got married. I didn't burn my bra. I looked forward to a couple of babies and a nice kitchen. I didn't want a career other than wife and mother. Maybe, when the kids were grown, I would take some classes, but hopefully, being a grandmother would take up a lot of my time. Joey had been gone for over two months. From the dates on his letters, it seemed like he wrote to me and his parents almost every night, but mail service from the jungle was sporadic. Often, we went for a week or more without any news. The letter about him being pinned down by snipers was in the last bundle, over two weeks earlier. As always, I was sick with worry, but I knew things would be okay. They always were. One night, Joey's parents rang our bell. My dad opened the door. "Joe, Marge, how are...." The smile crumpled off Dad's face. Joey's father shoved a paper into my dad's hand, and ushered his crying wife onto the sofa. "Hon, Joe and Marge are here. Come down here now," my dad called up the steps. Mom rushed into the room, and saw Dad reading a telegram. Joey's parents were holding each other. "Oh my God!" Mom wailed and threw herself at Marge on the couch. Dad hands shook as he read. "He's M I A? Missing in Action? Joe, Marge, that could be good. That just means he's separated from his unit, or he and some other guys are holed up somewhere with a busted radio, doesn't it?" Joe, Sr. growled, "It means they don't know if he's dead but they haven't found his body, or if he's injured and dying in the jungle, or if he's in some hospital, so damaged they don't know who he is. He could be a P O W." Marge and Mom started wailing in unison. I did nothing. I probably had the same expression on my face Dad did, since I was so much like him; stunned silence, no tears, no anguish; nothing. Numbness. Finally, Dad said, "Maybe not. At least they haven't found his body, so he must be alive." Joey's father spat, "Or blown to bits or burned beyond recognition or,..." "Stop it!" Marge screamed. "Just stop it! This is my baby we're talking about! Mine! I carried him inside my body for nine months, pushed him out of me, and fed him from my breasts! Mine! You're supposed to be making this easier for me! Dammit! You're not helping!" "Sue, would you get Mr. and Mrs. Ramsey some iced tea?" Dad asked in his dead voice. Joey's mom wailed, "I don't want any damned iced tea! I want my baby back!" I'm strong, or maybe I'm slow, but it finally sank in. I might never see my Joey again. I felt completely alone. Mom was awash in tears with Marge and Joe. I looked at Dad. I never saw such a look of pained love from him before. He helped me to the loveseat and held me while I cried. For the first time in my life, I saw him cry too. Joey's parents went home when Marge ran out of tears. Joe helped her to her feet, kissed my mom on the cheek, shook Dad's hand, and then hugged me. "I'll call you or stop by every day, whether I hear anything or not. I know Joey wants me to do that." When the front door closed, Mom said, "I need to go to bed." Dad followed her up to their room. I sat on the loveseat blowing my nose, wondering whether I would ever feel Joey's arms around me again. When I went upstairs, I was exhausted from crying, but I couldn't sleep. I paced, looked at photo albums, read his poems, and stared at his self-portrait he had painted for me. I cried for two days, trying to decide whether I could ever be happy again. On the third da

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    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 5

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 5 Steffi Meets Mom. by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. Mom was talking to and walking with Nicholas. He was about four inches taller than her, short brown hair, what looked like brown eyes and nicely dressed in a sweater and slacks with brown loafers. I stepped forward to introduce myself, “Hi, I’m Rob--glad you could make it.” “Thanks, I’m Nick.” I introduced Steffi and back into the car we went. The Subaru is small so the men sat in front for the ride north. It took us about a half hour to get to White Plains and another ten to find the restaurant. I’d never eaten at Morton’s and I was eagerly looking forward to an excellent meal. We had a 5:30 reservation which would give us plenty of time to get acquainted. In the interest of encouraging conversation I went first, explaining how I had become a singer and more important, how I had met Steffi. I told a lot about that day at Malden High, but conveniently forgot to mention Steffi’s reaction to my harp’s glissando. I encouraged Mom and Nick to order drinks while Steffi and I had iced tea. Steffi went next, telling all about her family; even about the dispute with her father that led to us living together and marrying so quickly. She also told about my day at her school, but from her perspective. I heard for the first time what the girls thought about me; how they thought I was “so hot” and how all the girls were so jealous that she had landed me. Mom and I laughed at some of her descriptions, mostly because we knew Steffi. She could be so serious one minute and so silly the next. Surprisingly, Nick went next. “Okay,” he began, “I already told Christina that I was divorced, but I didn’t tell her how painful it was. I have two kids and I haven’t been able to see them since the divorce. That’s because her father is a millionaire and she had a whole team of lawyers where I could only afford some kid out of night school. Her parents never liked me; wrong religion, wrong socio-economic level, not enough snob appeal; you know the story. Angie even told me the divorce was her parents’ idea. If she didn’t do it they’d cut her off without a penny. I guess they scared the devil out of her. Anyway, I have these two beautiful kids; a boy and a girl; who will never know their father. And I’ll never know them. I often wonder what those bastards will tell the kids about me; probably that I was killed in an accident. That’s why I’ve never tried to get involved with anyone. I was hurt too badly. Christina is the only woman I know who isn’t like the others. She’s always been kind and considerate to me.” The waiter came and we ordered, and, of course, I ordered too much; lobster bisque, lettuce wedge with bleu cheese dressing, filet medium rare, and an order of fries to share with Steffi. Steffi also ordered the salad and filet, Mom and Nick decided to split a porterhouse for two which I thought was a positive sign. We chatted about everything and nothing during our meal which, if anything, exceeded our expectations. At one point I got a chuckle out of Steffi and Mom when I stuck a long French fry in my mouth and grunted to Steffi. She took the other end in her mouth and we ate our way to a kiss. We must kiss a hundred times a day, so it was no big deal, but I wanted to put Nick at ease with the idea of romantic involvement and a kiss from Steffi was always something to cherish. Nick was a bit sheepish and nervous when he put a long fry into his mouth. “Don’t look at me,” I exclaimed. Steffi laughed and Mom just smiled, but she did accept the invitation, lingering at the end just enough to show interest. I was pleased when Steffi patted my thigh. We agreed that this could be a good match. I was stuffed after eating all that food, but Steffi wanted to share cheesecake. “What the hell,” I thought, “I’ve already had enough cholesterol to last a month. What’s a little more?” I agreed and Nick and Mom also agreed to share. It would be interesting to watch how the sharing would proceed. In the end, Nick deferred to Mom who was busy deferring to him. It took them almost fifteen minutes to down a single piece of cheesecake. The check came and Nick offered graciously to share. “Thanks, Nick, but it’s my treat. I forgot to tell you, Mom that Les is negotiating with the orchestra for two more Christmas concerts. I told him I’d only consider it if they paid fifteen. I told you we’re planning to marry before Christmas.” “Do you mean fifteen thousand?” It was Nick, somewhat incredulous. “Yeah, fifteen thousand each so I think I can afford dinner.” I checked the bill; it was just under $345 including 10% sales tax. I paid with my Visa and raised the total to $420 to provide a generous tip for the excellent service. We were weaving out on the sidewalk when we left, not because we were drunk; Mom and Nick had two drinks and I doubted that would have much of an impact. The problem was that we had all overeaten. Back into the car we went, but this time Mom directed Steffi to the front seat. I had driven almost twenty minutes when Mom told us, “I’ll go with Nick once we’re at the mall, Rob.” “Does that mean we’ll finally have some privacy tonight?” I was such a terrible tease. Steffi laughed, but Mom laughed so hard she actually choked. Only when she was back under control did she explain to the confused Nick. “Privacy hardly seems to be a requirement for these two. For Nick’s information approximately how many times have you two made love since you’ve been in my privacy deprived apartment?” “I think I lost track, Mom,” I replied, continuing the joke. “I’ll tell you, Mom,” commented Steffi, eager to join in the fun. “Let’s see; we got here Wednesday evening so; Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and nothing yet today unfortunately, would make; I think; four times, or maybe five, but it could be more.” She had a huge grin on her face when she continued, “Of course, we’re madly in love with each other; and we are engaged; so; .” “I knew about four of those; three from Steffi screaming in the middle of the night and one from a set of wet towels in the bathroom. Actually, I’m jealous.” Mom turned to Nick; “Relax, Nick; we’re only normal American teenagers; normal horny American teenagers.” We all had another laugh at that. Ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot and Nick directed us to his car. He thanked me again as he helped Mom out of the car. Steffi and I said good-bye and I drove off. We couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment. I had barely parked the car before Steffi and I bolted out and ran up the stairs. I had the key out and unlocked the door in seconds. Our clothes dropped to the floor as we raced to the shower. I cursed this old apartment; it took forever for the water to heat, or so it seemed. We raced through cleaning each other, dried hurriedly and laughed all the way to my bedroom. I pulled back the blanket and sheet for Steffi, but she pulled me in on top of her. We rolled across the narrow bed, almost falling out the other side before we stopped and had our first kiss. This was no “strip of bacon” or “French fry” kiss. This was raw animal passion as we ground our lips and tongues together. Steffi’s arms were wrapped tightly around my body, her mound grinding against my thigh. We rolled around until Steffi lay atop my body. Pulling back from the kiss, she raised her hips and slowly engulfed me within her tight sheath. She exhaled as she sank onto me, demonstrating her rapture; her ecstasy; as her cunt was stretched around my thick organ. Very slowly she began to rock, driving her hot hard clit into my abdomen. So wrapped up in each other were we that we failed to hear my mother enter the apartment with Nick trailing behind her. In Another room. “What did I tell you, Nick? Not too eager are they? Look at these clothes thrown all over the floor. Help me pick them up, will you?” “Do you do this kind of thing often?” “No, I just met Steffi on Wednesday evening although I knew that she and Rob were engaged. Rob attends college in Massachusetts so he’s not home too often and he’s always been neat before. I doubt he thought we’d come in so soon. Here, I’ll take that bra.” Nick held out his hand as though he couldn’t get rid of it quickly enough. “Things will get back to normal tomorrow afternoon once they’ve returned to school. Thanks, I’ll set these aside so they can take them back. Want a drink?” “Um; no thanks, I don’t like to drive when I’ve been drinking.” “Okay; then how about a kiss?” She offered. “Uh; sure.” “Good; c’mon into my bedroom. You know; just in case.” “But what will they think?” “First of all, I doubt they’ll even notice, but even if they do; so what? We’re adults and I assume we’d both be consenting. Well, I know I would. I’ve wanted this moment for a long time, Nick. And I think you’ve wanted it, too. Don’t you think we’ve wasted enough time?” She held out her hand in invitation. Slowly, he moved to her, extending his arm. Christina pulled him to her. Their bodies met first, their lips a millisecond later. They kissed holding each other, body to body, for many minutes as tongues explored insistently, breaking it only to move into the bedroom where they could take their lust to another level. Christina stood in front of Nick as she lifted his sweater over his head and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. His tee-shirt soon followed. She ran her nails down his chest and around his nipples; she could sense his desire. She unbuckled his belt and allowed his slacks to fall to his feet. Thumbs inside his waistband forced his briefs to follow. Christina knelt to remove his shoes and socks and to help him to step out of his pants, admiring his long thick erection which was just at eye level. Next she stood arms open to encourage Nick to reciprocate. He moved closer and whispered, “God, you’re beautiful.” “I’m glad you think so, but don’t you think I’d like to be naked, too so I can feel your skin against mine; so I can rub against your beautiful hard cock.” Nick’s hands were shaking as he began to remove her blouse. She turned around so he could unclasp her bra. His hands found her firm C-cup tits; he loved their smoothness and how her areolas reacted to his touch. His mouth found her bare shoulder as he kissed and licked his way up her neck. Nick wrapped his hands around her waist. She unbuttoned her slacks and stepped out then turned into Nick’s arms and another long steamy kiss. “Now explain to me why we haven’t done this sooner. Why did we wait so long?” “I; I was afraid. I still am. I don’t want to be hurt again.” Nick admitted. “I understand, but, Nick, there are never any guarantees in life. I was in love with Rob’s father and I had a whole life planned out when he disappeared. I was three months pregnant and kicked out by my parents. I came home from my job at the supermarket to find he’d gone; not only left, but cleaned out all my money and what little jewelry I had. I was broke and broken hearted. I remembered the saying, ‘what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.’ It didn’t kill me, but it definitely made me stronger. I’ve been alone ever since, except for Rob, of course, but that’s different. I need someone as much as you do.” She lay back on the bed pulling him with her. She led his hand to her cunt; her hot wet cunt; as she reached to feel his powerful erection for the first time. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted and waited for this, Nick.” “Me too, Christina. I don’t know why I wasn’t more assertive. You gave me every sign you were interested.” “You’re here now, Nick; that’s all that matters. Can you reach that drawer? I have some condoms there. I bought them a month or so ago; I was hopeful and I like to be prepared.” Nick leaned forward and reached the drawer; he pulled the small package onto the bed where they could reach them when needed. “I hope you’ll forgive me for making you wait, but I need a taste of that pretty cock of yours. Just lie back here and let me sample you.” Christina slid down his body to lick the slippery pre-cum from his tip. “Oh my, Nick, You do taste delicious. I can hardly wait to have you in my cunt.” She stopped talking then as she fellated him, taking him deep into her mouth and throat. Nick seemed to be paralyzed as she moved up and down, bringing him closer and closer to a thunderous orgasm. She stopped before he came; she wanted him to cool down a bit before they fucked. She kissed the tip and rubbed his balls for a few minutes before sitting up to straddle his thighs. She reached for the condoms and once the foil wrapper was opened, gently unrolled the latex sheath down his shaft. Moving forward she placed it at the entrance to her sex. Christina stared into his clear brown eyes as his cock slowly disappeared into her. “Oh God! You feel so good in me, Nick! It’s been so long; too long.” “I love this, Christina. You feel wonderful; so incredibly tight. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll last too long.” “That’s okay, we can do it again in a couple of hours and again when we wake up in the morning.” Nick gulped several times, “Morning?” “Sure, why not? Don’t you want to fuck me again?” “Sure, but; what about?” “Rob? Steffi? Believe me, they’ll be thrilled. We can go to church in the morning, just like a real family.” “You make it sound so simple, Christina.” “It is simple, Nick; you stay overnight, we fuck several times, get up, have breakfast, and go to church. We come home, have lunch, see Rob and Steffi off, come back in and fuck some more. Sound like a plan to you? Oh yeah; call me Chris, will you please. Christina sounds so formal.” Nick suddenly increased his pace and was just about to cum when he heard a loud primal scream. “What the?” “Unless I’m mistaken that was Steffi with another great orgasm. Now, come on Nick. Cum for me.” He continued for three more thrusts before grunting several times as his semen erupted into the waiting sheath. He was completely drained when it ended. Christina moved down to lie on his chest. Reaching down she pulled off him and removed the condom from his organ. She dropped it onto a tissue and placed it onto the night stand. She slowly stroked him, pulling any remaining semen from his sagging cock. She brought her hand to her mouth and tasted his ejaculate. She licked her fingers clean and kissed Nick, pulling the blanket over them. “Let’s get some sleep while we can, okay?” She lay at his side, her leg over his, her arm over his chest, her head resting gently on his shoulder. CHAPTER 11 I was pumping my cock into Steffi furiously. I knew she was close. I recognized the signs; the frantic irregular breathing, the subtle shaking, the glazing over of her eyes. She arched her back as it hit, screaming as her sexual frustrations erupted from her body. I was only seconds behind her, flooding her cunt and womb with slick white semen. We lay in bed exhausted from our exertions. Steffi had pulled the blanket up over our bodies when I thought I heard a loud grunt. ‘Did you hear something, Rob?” “Yeah, sounded like me when I’m cumming.” Steffi’s head jumped back. Even in the dim light I could tell that she was staring into my eyes. “Do you think?” “I don’t know; maybe; let me get up for a second.” I eased out of bed and opened the door, taking a quick check up the hallway. I thought I could hear some talking through the door.” I snuck back to Steffi, carefully closing the door on the way. “I think I heard some talking from Mom’s bedroom; all right!” Steffi hugged me and whispered, “I hope you’re right. Let’s get some sleep. Maybe we’ll wake up during the night. I’m feeling horny again. Damn! I’ll never get enough of you.” She kissed me and snuggled against me. She wiggled her body several times until she was comfortable and we went to sleep. Sleeping in the apartment you get accustomed to certain sounds; the passing of a car in the street, the sounds of footsteps on the sidewalk, even an occasional conversation between passersby. However, there are sounds you don’t normally hear; squeaking mattress springs, grunts or squeals of joy. Those will wake me and that was why I awoke around three. I raised my head to hear better and that was Steffi’s signal to kiss me. “I was hoping you’d wake up,” she whispered, “I want you again. Somehow, I don’t think we’ll be the only ones fucking.” “Yeah, they woke me up, too. I’m really glad. Nick seems nice and Mom does need someone. She’s too young to be alone all the time. Why don’t you lie on your side? Face away from me. That’s it.” Steffi raised her leg, placing it over mine and exposing her wet cunt to my cock. She reached for my cock and, finding it hot and hard, pulled it into her slit. I pushed the rest of the way, seating myself deep into her. One hand found her clit; it was already hard and hot and peeking out from its protective hood. My other hand found her nipples. Betraying her need they were already hard. I pulled and pinched and rolled them. She turned her head to face me. “Oh God, Rob; oh God! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” I liked to give Steffi what she wanted and needed. She didn’t ask for much. I pounded her poor cunt relentlessly; without pity. It was what she wanted, after all. I pumped her for all I was worth while I pinched her clit firmly. She began to shake uncontrollably, but I only fucked her harder and faster until I became worried that the bed would collapse from the strain. Fortunately, she came; and hard; remembering to clamp her hands over her mouth. I continued for several minutes before I was able to relax as my orgasm spread warmly over my body. I held Steffi tightly and whispered that I loved her. In the ensuing quiet I thought I could hear the box springs straining in Mom’s room. “Not bad,” I thought, “twice in one night; just like us.” We slept until 7:30 when Steffi wanted to go again. “Perhaps this would be a good time for an anatomy lesson. I’m not built like you. I have limits although you obviously have none. Why don’t you sit on my face? I can still use my tongue if you want.” “No; let’s just get up and shower. I like it better when we can do each other.” I kissed her and jumped out of bed. “Knowing that Nick is here, maybe I’d better go out and check. Let me get my jeans on.” I opened the door cautiously and tiptoed down the hallway. There was nobody in the bathroom so I returned for Steffi who threw on a robe and accompanied me into the shower. We made it quick, realizing that there might well be two more showers this morning. We dried ourselves and Steffi left while I shaved. I left the door open to dissipate the steam from the shower while I lathered my face and began to remove my stubble. I turned when I heard a noise at the door. “Oh, hi Nick; come on in. Do whatever you need to do. I’ll be out of here in a minute.” I continued to shave while he walked in red faced to piss. As promised I was gone in less than a minute, closing the door as I left. I had just turned the corner when my mother left her bedroom and walked into the bathroom. “Morning, Mom.

  • October 4 · length unknown

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 4

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 4 It’s a family affair. by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. CHAPTER 9 I played in our last basketball game before Thanksgiving on Tuesday evening. Most of our games were against other Division III schools, but this one was a tune up for perennial powerhouse Boston College which, unfortunately, was Steffi’s favorite college team. I played well but we got our asses kicked. What else would anyone expect against an ACC team? Steffi was there for me when I walked out of the locker room. “I thought you played so well, Rob, but their guys were so huge.” “It’s okay, I never thought we’d have a chance against them. On the positive side they’ll be the best team we face all year and we lost by less than 20 so maybe we’ll be good later when the games really count. We’ll see.” We packed the car that evening and went to bed, something I looked forward to with greater enthusiasm now that Steffi was with me all the time. My last class ended at eleven on Wednesday morning. I returned to the house to fill a cooler with Cokes and some ice. My next stop was the high school. It was really funny, but now that Steffi was eighteen she was able to write and sign her own excuse notes. This one went: “Please excuse Steffi Goldwasser at noon today for a family trip. (Signed) Steffi Goldwasser.” I found the whole idea nothing less than incredible as I walked into the office and asked for her. I had to show my ID which I thought was odd since she was an adult in the eyes of the law. One of the secretaries asked if I was THE Rob Kerwood. I assured her that I was and asked what we should do once Steffi and I married. “Just come in and tell us, that’s all. We’ll make the adjustment right here on our computers.” I thanked them as Steffi entered. We left less than a minute later. “I’m excited, Rob. I can’t wait to meet your mother and thank her.” “Thank her,” I asked as I buckled my seat belt. “Yes; for you and for her advice about hating. I just hope she likes me.” “I think she will. She likes sincere honest people, and I’d say that’s you to a ‘T.’” I turned on the CD player and listened to Swan Lake as I turned onto Alewife Brook Parkway on our way to the Mass Pike. I had driven roughly an hour when I pulled off onto US 84 toward Hartford and New York City. A few minutes later I pulled off in Sturbridge. There was an old-time candy store there that my mom just loved. We picked out an assortment of goodies for her and for ourselves, as well. I paid with my charge card and we returned to the car. I allowed Steffi to drive because the traffic was and would be pretty light for a while. I had never seen her drive and I didn’t want to put her into a bad situation that she couldn’t handle. After a while I realized that she was just as good as me; careful and cautious, but not afraid. More important--she didn’t drive too fast for the conditions. There were a lot of trucks on the road today that required special care. I relaxed and closed my eyes, resting for more than a half hour. We pulled off into a rest stop to use the facilities. I bought her a late lunch and we were back on the road in minutes. Traffic got really heavy outside Hartford and slowed to a crawl. I could see flashing blue lights way off in the distance; great, an accident. I knew now that we’d be late. Handing Steffi my phone I asked her to phone my mom and tell her we’d likely be late. “Hi, Ms. Kerwood, it’s Steffi, Rob’s fianc . Yes, it’s nice to speak to you, too. Rob wants you to know that we’re stuck in a huge traffic jam outside Hartford. I don’t think we’ve moved a half mile in the last thirty minutes. Hold on a sec, please. What, Rob? Oh, okay; Ms. Kerwood, Rob suggests we get a pizza when we get there since we have no idea when it’ll be. Would that be okay with you? All right; I’ll tell him. See you soon; bye.” Steffi ended the call and turned to me, “Your mom says we should call when we get off 95 in New Rochelle. Is that right?” I nodded as I changed lanes to get around a huge tractor trailer, one with tandem trailers, so I could see what was happening up ahead. “Okay, she says she’ll order your favorite and have it delivered. She sounded really nice.” “That’s a good sign.” We crept forward until we reached the crash scene. I could see what happened immediately. Some idiot had tried to cross the median and pulled out in front of a big rig that was doing 65 miles per hour and was unable to stop. I told Steffi to look away. The guy’s head was at an angle through the broken window that showed immediately that he was dead. I felt badly for his family and for the poor truck driver that would have to live the rest of his life knowing that he had killed someone, even if it wasn’t his fault. We learned later on the internet that the car driver had been on the phone at the time of the accident. What a shame. The rest of the trip was uneventful. We passed the time singing old standards and oldies from the fifties and sixties. We got some interesting looks from cars we passed or who passed us, but we had a really good time. It was just past seven when we reached New Rochelle. Steffi called Mom again; we’d be there in about twenty minutes. If Steffi was shocked when she saw where I had lived she hid it well. I parked behind the building in the slot reserved for our apartment. In all her years there my mother had never owned a car or even learned to drive. I learned in school and had to ask my buddy Jimmy if one of his parents would take me for the test. We walked up the rickety back stairs to the second floor and turned left. I told her to knock at 2D. Mom opened the door and they stood there for a moment sizing each other up before I gently pushed Steffi forward. “Mom; this is Steffi, the woman who’s captured my heart. Steff, this is obviously my mother.” “Hi, Ms. Kerwood; it a real pleasure to meet you and I also want to thank you.” “It’s nice to meet you, too Steffi, but why are you thanking me?” We sat in the living room, Steffi and me on the new couch. “New furniture, eh?” “Yes, Rob; go ahead Steffi.” I listened as Steffi recounted the misadventure with her father, how she left home rather than give me up, and how we came to live together. I rubbed her back as she spoke. I wanted her to know that I was there for her. She had just finished when the doorbell rang. I jumped up to pay for the pizza. We moved into the kitchen, sitting at the old enameled steel table with all its chips and cracks. It was old when I was a baby and it hadn’t improved with age. I had just split up the pie and distributed the pieces when Steffi spoke again. “I also want to thank you for doing such a great job with Rob. He’s the most unselfish and giving person I’ve ever met.” “Thank you, Steffi. It wasn’t always easy, although Rob was usually a pleasure to deal with.” The conversation went on for hours until Mom excused herself to bed. “Oh; I assume you’ll make love while you’re here so I’d like to know if you’re noisy.” “Um; Rob’s not,” Steffi replied and even I had to laugh. “Okay, I have some earplugs. The neighbors will just have to make do. I hope being in a twin bed will be okay. I don’t have anything bigger.” “It’ll be fine, Ms. Kerwood.” “That’s something we’ll have to change. I can’t have my future daughter-in-law calling me anything so formal.” “Can I call you Mom?” “You’d better!” They hugged and we were a family. We waited until Mom had cleared the bathroom before starting our shower. It was a bit of a struggle fitting into the tub but that just meant I’d constantly be in touch with Steffi’s glorious body. We dried each other as was our habit and went into bed. I lay on my back while Steffi crawled on top of me. I became hard in a millisecond. Steffi kissed me and, wasting no time, pulled me into her warm wet cunt. Sitting up she rocked on my cock, driving her hard clit against me forcefully. Maybe it was the circumstances, but we both came quickly and, more importantly, silently. Steffi giggled as she turned around and cleaned my cock with her mouth, sucking up her juices and any residual semen. She straddled my leg, threw her arm over my body and kissed me good night. I pulled the blanket up over our naked bodies and we went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day. We had agreed that we would sleep naked, as usual, but keep a set of “pajamas” by the side of the bed, essentially a tee shirt and gym shorts. Fortunately, hers were pink so I doubted I’d make a mistake. We were up early and dressed, but not before Mom had put the coffee on. Steffi volunteered to help with the dinner which was interesting since she could barely make toast or boil water. None the less Mom took the time to teach her. I could hear them talking and joking about the turkey as Steffi made the stuffing under Mom’s direction. She stuffed the bird and placed the bacon on top. Mom always did that to make it moist, besides we all know everything’s better with bacon. I settled in after a light lunch to take in the football game. The turkey was done around 4:30; it has always been my job to get it out of the oven. I carefully placed several towels on the Formica surface and lifted the roasting pan up and out. Once I was done I couldn’t resist taking a piece of the bacon, now crisp and mostly stuck to the turkey’s skin. I pulled up a long strip and placed one end into my mouth before tapping Steffi on the shoulder. She turned and laughed. Mom heard her, turned and laughed, too. “You’d better humor him Steffi or else he’ll keep it up all night.” Steffi took the hint and took the other end into her mouth. Together we bit our way up the strip, stopping only when our lips met. “You know, all you had to do was ask.” “Okay, I’m asking.” Steffi rolled her eyes, but threw her arms around my neck and kissed me madly for several minutes. She broke it with a pat on my backside. “Just let me know when you’re getting another piece. I enjoyed it almost as much as I enjoyed you.” Dinner was served around six. As usual, I had carved the turkey and, as usual, it was a small one; suitable for such a small family grouping. We all sat at the table, but now the old table was covered with a plastic table cloth. I began the blessing: “I usually have many reasons to be thankful; my health, my singing ability, my success, and, of course, my mother. Now I have something else that dwarfs the others. I have the love of the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Steffi, you have made me the luckiest man on the planet.” From there I moved into a traditional blessing, thanking God for our food, health, and family. Then we dug in. I was pleased to see that Steffi wasn’t holding back. It showed me that she felt comfortable with my mother. They chatted like old buddies throughout the meal. Too soon it was over, although I did, again as usual, eat way too much. We cleaned up and retired to the living room for some TV. Steffi snuggled up next to me, pulling my arm around her. I glanced at my mother, noticing she looked on with approval. About an hour later we had dessert. We always had the same things; pumpkin pie for Mom (I hated pumpkin) and chocolate cream for me. Mom showed Steffi how to whip the cream and make sure it didn’t turn into butter. I ate too much pie, but so did Steffi having a slice of each and giving her approval to both. We cleaned up while Mom showered in preparation for tomorrow’s work. She worked in a big department store and tomorrow was “Black Friday,” a day when all the employees would be busy from opening to closing. It would have been nice to sleep in, especially with Steffi, but we were going to the high school for the basketball practice. All the recent graduates would show and scrimmage against the varsity. We showered and climbed naked into bed. Steffi slithered over my body. We kissed briefly and I asked her, “So, how was your day?” “Wonderful, Rob; I love your mother. She has such strength and she accepted me so easily. I was afraid she wouldn’t like me; too young, Jewish, not good enough for her son, I don’t know; any reason, but she’s been so nice.” I smiled. I was really happy for both of us. “So, now that you’re happy and stuffed with food; .” “Simple; I want to be stuffed with you. I can be the turkey and you can be the stuffing; or the stuffer for my stuffee.” “Lame, but I still love you. Roll onto your side. I want to try something new.” I moved her to my side facing away from me. Pulling her leg back over mine, opened her cunt to me. I pushed forward to rub her clit with my cock’s tip. Soon Steffi was moaning continuously as she turned on. I pulled back and thrust forward, sliding into her hot wet tightness. Steffi’s moans were louder; more insistent, more demanding. I rubbed her swollen nipple with my other hand; her moaning became louder. I pushed into her hard, driving her forward, but holding her back with my strength. I reached around to tickle her clit, finding it hard and swollen in her desire and her need as I continued to pound her sensitive cunt. I brushed it gently, but she gripped my hand, forcing it firmly into her sex. “Harder, Rob,” she begged. I pinched it as I would her nipple and she exploded. Unfortunately, she forgot where she was and screamed in her passion then clamped her hand over her mouth as I laughed and laughed, still pumping her cunt hard. I had barely finished laughing when I grunted almost as loudly, signaling the onset of my orgasm. Over and over I sprayed her cunt with my rich sperm-laden juice. Exhausted, I began to withdraw until she stopped me, holding me within her body. “Let’s sleep like this,” she whispered. “You’ve got to be kidding. If I stay in you I’ll be hard the entire time. That means I’ll be moving and neither one of us will get any sleep. It’s a nice idea, but not tonight. We have to get up early.” I pulled out, turned her around, kissed her and told her I loved her while she pulled up the blanket. We slept soundly in each other’s arms. Mom laughed when she saw us the following morning. “That must have been a really good one, Steffi. I think you could have been heard blocks away.” Then she laughed again and hugged the red-faced Steffi and kissed her. I kissed her once Mom had turned away. She looked up at me and whispered, “I’m so embarrassed, Rob.” Mom heard her and replied, “No reason to be embarrassed, Steffi. Most women would kill for an orgasm like that. I know I would.” We settled down to breakfast and showered quickly before driving the short distance to the high school. I introduced Steffi to the coach and went to dress while she ambled to the bleachers. Practice was fun, but not as much as I thought it would be. We returned to the apartment where I carved the rest of the turkey in preparation for tonight’s dinner. I placed the carcass in a really big pot with about six quarts of water. Steffi washed and sliced about a pound of carrots and a bunch of celery. However, I wouldn’t let her do the onions. Most people cry when they slice onions, but I seem to be mostly immune. All these went into the pot along with some salt and pepper. I covered it and let it come to a boil, before turning the flame down to let it simmer. I’d been making this soup since I was in seventh grade when I thought it was a waste to throw out so much food. We were in a much better situation financially now that I was working, but I still loved the soup. We’d have soup and turkey sandwiches for dinner tonight. I’d take Mom and Steffi out to eat tomorrow. I had something special planned. Steffi asked me what we would do while the soup simmered. “Nothing; we just wait until I decide to remove all the bones,” I replied. She nodded silently and turned to walk down the hallway. She returned a few minutes later with a large bath towel which she spread on the carpet. “What?” “Simple; we can fill the time with some fucking; right here on the floor.” “Uh; you know, we have a nice bed right in there?” “Sure, but I’m feeling a bit kinky this morning, especially after watching you sweat this morning. I’ll bet your cock has an interesting taste, so?” I chuckled. Life would never be dull with Steffi around. I stood and held my arms out. She jumped into an embrace, her arms running under and around mine as her hands clasped my head and pulled it down to meet her slightly open lips. Our mouths met, warm and moist, as her tongue snaked around mine, tickling my gums and palate. One hand left my head, searching my crotch for my engorging organ. She found it in seconds and her groping motion only encouraged its growth. My hands on her back pulled her to my body, freeing her hands to open my belt and jeans. They slid immediately to my ankles. My boxers followed and an instant later Steffi pushed my sweatshirt and tee shirt over my head. I stood now totally naked in front of her. Steffi stood back admiring her prize then came forward again, but instead of kissing me she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her hand, my balls into the other. “You know, Rob these are really beautiful. I love the shape of the head. It reminds me of a medieval monk; like one of those who used to spend their lives copying manuscripts. I also wonder why it’s so spongy when the rest is so hard. I’ve also noticed the skin. It’s loose so when you fuck me it seems to stay still while the part underneath moves back and forth. All in all it’s like a beautiful mystery, but I love it; everything about it. Now let me show you.” Her tongue out, she slowly licked all around the monk’s head; her eyes glued onto mine. I could see the pleasure in her eyes, the knowledge that she was giving me infinite pleasure with her tongue as she would later no doubt with other parts; her tits and her cunt. She was so giving; so loving; so wonderful. No wonder I loved her so much. Looking down I saw her engulf my organ, swallowing the entire eight inches before bottoming out against my pubic hair. My legs grew weak and I tottered against the couch before falling to the floor. Steffi continued working me over, running her tongue up and down the ultra-sensitive underside of my shaft. Suddenly, she pulled back and moved her head a bit lower. She kissed my scrotum and sucked each testicle slowly into her mouth. She rolled them around with her tongue and gently allowed each one to pop out from between her lips. She moved me onto the towel and began the most sensuous striptease, slowly removing her sweater, jeans, bra and panties. She turned around and shook her ass in my face. I reached up and pulled her down to me. Her body met mine; we spoke at the very same instant, “I love you.” We pulled each other close then we became one as she sank down on me. Her face showed me her utter contentment as we met. I held her ass as we found a rhythm, one that would make the feeling last. You’d think that fucking every day would become boring, but no; Steffi and I managed to find new ways to excite each other; to show each other our love. Steffi had a great imagination and there was little she wouldn’t do to help me. Today she rotated her tight cunt around in circles, flexing her Kegel muscles as she went. It was the closest to Heaven I’ve ever been. I reached up to massage her clit, but she stopped me. “Later, darling; this one’s for you; all for you.” She fell to my chest and kissed me again. It was more than I could take. I made one strong thrust as I emptied my balls into her. I held S

  • October 3 · length unknown

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 3

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 3 Our relationship develops. by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. After morning singing and smooching, Steffi & I rose, walked downstairs, and dressed. I drove her to a local sub shop for a couple of Italian subs. We ate on the living room table with some Cokes from the refrigerator. Suddenly, I jumped up. “I bought you something; actually two somethings.” I carried a big plastic bag from the hall closet. She opened it and her eyes went wide. “It’s really not that big a deal; just a college sweatshirt and a T-shirt you can use as a night gown. We can’t be together overnight, but we can be close this way.” “I love them, Rob and I love you; so much.” She reached up and pulled me down for another long wet and extremely passionate kiss. She shrugged into the sweatshirt as we continued with our meal. An hour later we made love again. After a quick shower I took her home. CHAPTER 7 I met Steffi every afternoon when school was out. We saw each other every Saturday and all day Sunday, too. Jewish Steffi had a higher attendance rate at my church than some of the regular Methodists in the congregation. Rather than tire of each other our relationship grew stronger by the day. Unfortunately, it couldn’t continue. On October 15th basketball practice began and I had to step up my rehearsal time for my upcoming concert. Steffi spent many hours with me in that ugly black practice room. One day, under the guise of playing back a song I was working on, I played the tape of her orgasm from that Sunday afternoon. Poor Steffi; her face turned bright red, but I did kiss her and tell her that I loved her and that was enough. My concerts; Friday night, Saturday afternoon and night, and Sunday afternoon and night; went extremely well. Symphony Hall was sold out. I wasn’t all that surprised. The critics raved about my mini-concert back in September. Ticket sales were brisk thereafter. I invited Steffi and her entire family to be my guests for the Saturday night show. They also had backstage passes so my dressing room was crowded after the concert. I arranged for them to meet Heath Lockner who was extremely gracious, spending almost a half hour when he could have been en route to his family. Everything was going so well; too well as it turned out. The second week in November I once again had lunch with the Goldwassers on a Saturday after basketball practice that morning. After lunch we sat in the family room watching a football game. I was on the floor with my back against the couch; Steffi was next to me, my arm around her shoulders. For some reason I would never understand her father got the idea to ask me if I had ever kissed Steffi. “Yes, sir we have kissed any number of times,” I replied honestly. “What about sex? Have you tried to force her to have sex with you?” “Dr. Goldwasser, I would never ever force anyone to have sex with me, least of all Steffi.” “I notice you did not deny having sex, just forcing her.” “That is not a subject I would discuss with anyone. It’s simply only Steffi’s business and mine.” “I see. So you have had sex with her. I have half a mind to call the police and have you arrested.” “For what, Daddy?” Steffi was becoming upset. “For statutory rape, of course.” Now Steffi laughed. “Daddy, the age of consent in Massachusetts is sixteen. I’m eighteen, remember?” “Okay, then; regular rape.” “Daddy, Rob never forced me to do anything. I was more than willing, believe me. I would never testify otherwise because it just isn’t true.” I wasn’t very happy with how this conversation was evolving. I thought her father liked me and now it was like Torquemada and the Spanish Inquisition in here. Finally, I heard the words I dreaded, “Robert, I think you should leave. You are no longer welcome here.” I wasn’t about to argue. This conversation was totally irrational and I learned early on in life not to try to argue with irrational people. I got up and walked toward the door. Steffi’s mom put a soothing hand on my arm when I passed so I knew I had at least one ally. I left a minute later. Steffi was livid. “Daddy, I have no intention of giving up Rob because of your antiquated and idiotic ideas.” “No daughter of mine is going to have sex out of wedlock like some trampy whore. You’re too young.” “I’m too young? I’m eighteen. Ask Jeremy; I’ll bet that half the kids in his class have had sex!” “That’s different. He’s a boy.” “What? Excuse me? That’s ridiculous. What does that have to do with it?” “He can’t get pregnant and bring disgrace to our family. Besides, young men are expected to sow their wild oats.” “Daddy; you’re being an ass!” Steffi turned and left, storming up the stairs in a huff. “I apologize, Jeremy. You shouldn’t have had to witness that. Perhaps it would be best if you went upstairs so your father and I can talk.” Jeremy walked out of the room, but turned in the doorway, “I do have to agree with Steffi, Dad. You ARE being an ass.” Once he was out of the room Mrs. Goldwasser asked her husband, “Neil, what the hell was that all about? Steffi is not ten, you know.” “I don’t care. No daughter of mine is going to sleep around like a whore.” “Oh God, just listen to yourself. Steffi is not sleeping around. She’s had sex with exactly two boys. She’s madly in love with Rob and he’s in love with her, too.” “That’s absurd. They’ve only known each other for two months.” “Perhaps if you would listen with just half the energy you use in shooting your mouth off you would have some idea what’s going on. One of these days you might think of moving into the twentieth century.” “Excuse me, but this is the twenty-first century.” “My point exactly; you are at least a hundred years behind the times. You heard Jeremy; everyone he knows has had sex; boys and girls both. And where did that old double-standard bullshit come from? That went out decades ago.” “First of all, don’t swear at me, and second, I have the right to my own beliefs.” “That may be, but don’t expect anything out of me until that attitude changes.” “What do you mean?” “Forget sex with me until you change your mind and apologize to your daughter, Rob, and to me.” Slam, went the front door.! “What the hell was that?” the old man demanded. “Unless I’m mistaken you’ve just lost your daughter. Nice going; with thinking like that I don’t know how you even graduated from sixth grade let alone dental school.” She rose and walked out. “One more thing--plan on sleeping in the guest room unless you want me to leave, too.” I was about ten miles away when my phone rang. ‘Rob? It’s Steffi; I’ve left home. Will you please pick me up so I can stay with you?” Dear God; could this get any worse? I asked her where she was and made arrangements to get her. Meanwhile, I phoned her home. Jeremy answered. “Boy, Rob,” he whispered, “you should have heard my mom. She really let Dad have it.” “Jeremy, I need to speak with your mother, please.” A minute later she came onto the phone, “I’m sorry for all of that, Rob. It was inexcusable.” “That’s not important, Mrs. G. Steffi just called me. She wants me to pick her up. What do you want me to do?” “I don’t think she’d stay here if you brought her back, so can she stay with you for a while? I’ll be relieved knowing she’s safe.” “Sure, but it seems kind of bizarre; she’ll stay with me and we’ll have sex several times a day, exactly what her father wants to avoid. Incredible!” “I agree, but it’s all on him. I think I can get to him in a week or so. Bring her over here Monday while he’s at work for some clothes and stuff. I’ll talk to you then.” I rung off and headed toward my rendezvous with Steffi. I found the gas station and she was behind it, exactly as she had promised. I noticed she had been crying when she got into the car. I held her close, kissing her cheek and caressing her face. “I left home, Rob; I’m not going back. My father is an asshole.” “I’m inclined to agree, but don’t jump to any conclusions. I just spoke to your mom. I think she’ll resolve the whole mess pretty soon. Jeremy told me she was really pissed at him. We’ll go over Monday after my classes and get you some clothes. I guess you’ll have to sleep with me tonight.” “I hope so. At least then something positive will come from this mess.” I patted her knee and pulled out my phone. I had one other call to make. I pressed the speed dial and Joe answered. “Sorry to bother you on a Saturday, Joe; there was just a big blowup at Steffi’s and she’s going to be staying with me for a while. I didn’t want you or Carla freaking out when she shows up for breakfast tomorrow morning.” “Sorry to hear that, Rob; I’ll let Carla know. Don’t worry about it. It’s not as though she doesn’t know you’re sleeping together, besides Carla’s what we used to call unflappable. Not many things will faze her.” We talked for a few minutes before I ended the call. I didn’t like to talk on the phone while driving. The ride was mostly in silence. I noticed that Steffi was still crying. I hugged her while we were stopped for a light. “Don’t worry; I have a lot of faith in your mom. You’ll be back home before you know it.” “I don’t want to go back home, Rob. I want to be with you; even if it means changing schools. Don’t forget, I’m already eighteen, almost nineteen. I’m an adult legally and I can do whatever I want. Don’t you want me, Rob?” “You already know the answer to that, don’t you? I just want you and your family intact. Having a family is really important.” “Having you is more important, besides I’ll still have my mother and brother.” I couldn’t argue, and, truthfully, I didn’t want to. This whole thing was a nightmare; I wished it would just go away. “Did you bring anything? Do you want me to stop for; a toothbrush, or anything else?” “Uh; sorry, Rob. I didn’t bring anything. I was too angry to even think straight.” I assured her that it was okay and pulled into a Walgreen’s. I bought her a new electric toothbrush, a hairbrush, and some tampons; her period was just around the corner. I also bought some condoms; she’d forgotten her birth control pills, too. We watched a Boston College game all afternoon; their victory seemed to lift her spirits, but the high point came when I led her to bed. I stripped her and pushed her back onto the bed before climbing on with her. We kissed slowly, deeply, and tenderly with lots of love and even more tongue. We rubbed our bodies together and I wondered what her father would think if he could see us now. I didn’t really care; I only cared what Steffi thought. She thought she loved me. That was all that mattered. She climbed onto my body and rubbed herself against my erection. “We can do it naked tonight, but we’ll have to check the internet to make sure you’ll be safe. If there’s any question; any at all, I’ll be wearing the condom. We’ll get your pills on Monday.” She made a face, knowing how much better it would be for both of us without. Steffi mounted me, slowly sinking onto my hard organ. Her expression told me how much she was enjoying it, and more, how much she needed it. I rose to meet her every thrust. In seconds we were in a comfortable rhythm; one that would bring us to our destination, but not too fast. We usually lasted for a half hour or more at this speed. This afternoon was no exception. We moved faster and faster as we neared our coupling’s natural conclusion. I knew we were especially close when Steffi dug her fingers into my shoulders. Too soon we were spent. My abdomen was covered in her juice; semen poured from her battered cunt. “Promise me we can do that every day,” she begged. I only smiled and nodded as I pulled her body to mine. Our sweat mingled as we rubbed together. Other than her father’s tirade it was an excellent afternoon. Now I had to worry about actually sleeping with her. That would be a new experience for both of us. I only hoped my bed would be big enough. As it turned out a twin would have been fine. We spooned together all night, my hand resting gently on her tit. We rose early, looked at each other and laughed. There is absolutely nothing like seeing your lover in the morning for the first time. I sent Steffi into the bathroom while I straightened the bed. I placed my dirty clothes in the hamper, but Steffi would need hers. She had worn a simple top and Capri’s yesterday afternoon. I felt they would be adequate for church even though she was somewhat nervous about being underdressed. I gave her an old T-shirt had had her turn around in it. No good; I could see her ass so I gave her an old set of gym shorts which could be tied over her hips making her moderately decent. She went downstairs for a cup of coffee before I arrived for breakfast. Joe and Carla were there seated at the table when Steffi walked in. “Morning, Steffi,” Carla said, “I hear you had a tough day yesterday.” “Yeah, it was,” I replied, just entering the room. I poured a cup for Steffi and took an orange juice for myself. Sitting at the table I explained everything that had occurred. I could see how upset it all made Joe, but Carla was worse. “Oh, you poor dear,” she held Steffi around her shoulders. “You did the right thing. We women have suffered for centuries at the hands of men; well, not all men, thank God. I hate to say this, but your father sounds like a Neanderthal. How long will you be staying with us?” “Hopefully forever, if Rob will let me; I’m eighteen. Legally, I’m an adult.” I rested my hand on her neck and pulled her closer to kiss her cheek. “Let’s eat and then we need to dress for church.” Carla made us pancakes with real maple syrup and lots of bacon. Once we had eaten we returned to the bedroom to dress. I allowed Steffi to enter first and pretended to pick something up from the floor. I grabbed her hand and turned her around. “I believe I’m in the traditional position,” I said as I knelt before her. Steffi began to shake as she realized what was afoot. Her hands flew to her face and tears appeared in her eyes as I spoke, “I had planned to do this around Christmas. God knows, you’d be the best present I ever received. I think you already know how much I love you. Would you be willing to spend the rest of your life with me; as my wife and lover? Steffi Goldwasser is an okay name, but I think Steffi Kerwood is much nicer. Steffi, will you marry me? Please?” “Oh, Rob! I knew we were serious about each other, but I never imagined you’d actually ask me.” She hesitated for a few seconds and closed her eyes, briefly wiping a tear from each eye. “Yes; oh, yes my darling. I will. You’ve answered all my prayers and all my dreams. I love you, Rob; so much.” I rose and we kissed. It was long and sweet and very romantic despite our hideous outfits; a couple of T’s and some baggy shorts. We held each other for several minutes before she broke it. “C’mon, we have to get ready for church.” We dressed hurriedly and ran down to my car. I sang as usual, but when it came time for Communion I brought Steffi to the altar rail with me. She had never taken communion and she didn’t take it now, but the pastor blessed us both, apparently knowing that we had pledged ourselves to each other. He commented after services, “Steffi; Rob, you two seem to be glowing this morning. Anything you’d care to share?” I looked at Steffi to let her know she could answer. “Pastor, Rob asked me to marry him this morning. Of course, I agreed.” She surprised me when she continued, “I think I’d like to be married here in your church. I always enjoy coming here. Everyone is so friendly and welcoming.” Pastor Anderson simply smiled and kissed her cheek. He shook my hand and told me I was a lucky man. I already knew that. We walked hand in hand to my car. I checked my phone, noticing there was a message from her father. “Send her back or there will be trouble.” That was it; short and to the point. I was tempted to reply, but I thought I’d rely on our ace in the hole; Steffi’s mom. We went into Boston and spent the day walking in Boston Commons. We didn’t do much other than walk and watch the people, especially the kids. I knew it was giving Steffi ideas, but having a family would have to wait. We went to dinner in the city and returned to my house in the early evening. We went straight to bed. We made love as we always did and slept through the night waking at 6:30 as was my habit. “Rob, remind me why we’re getting up at this ungodly hour.” “So I’ll have time to kiss you before my 8:00 class, okay? I have two classes and then we need to go shopping. After lunch we’ll go to your house and pick up your clothes; some of them, anyway. I also want to talk to your mom. That’s the most important thing.” I continued when she gave me a questioning look. “Your father phoned while we were in church yesterday. His message was as threatening as it was short. I don’t want any trouble with him. I also don’t want you here by yourself. I’m sure that Joe and Carla would defend you, but what would they do if the cops came? You’re coming to class with me.” I kissed her good morning and we headed to the bathroom. I started the shower while she peed; I’d go later after the shower. Carla gave us a great breakfast and I drove to my first class. I introduced Steffi to my professors as my fianc and I was finished by eleven. I took her hand and drove her to a jewelry store I knew of in nearby Somerville. The store had a small section of electronics, including stereos, headphones, and mp3 players, as well as a number of CD’s. I showed one to Steffi. She recognized my face on the cover immediately. “Why didn’t you tell me, Rob?” “It’s not that big a deal. Nowadays everyone has a CD.” I didn’t think it was a big deal, but the store owner obviously did; he asked me to sign two copies, one for each of his daughters. When I was done I asked to see some engagement rings. Again, Steffi melted and began to cry. She’d cried a lot over the past several days, but these were definitely tears of joy. We picked out a ring; a one carat solitaire; and I paid with my credit card. He gave me a ten percent discount, but only after having his employee take our picture with him. We placed him in the middle, put our arms around him and smiled. That photo cost him almost a thousand dollars. We grabbed a quick lunch at the local Wendy’s and I drove toward her family home, but first Steffi phoned her mother. I was relieved to hear that the coast was clear. She and Steffi hugged once we arrived. Mrs. G. was very observant, noticing Steffi’s ring before she had the chance to brag about it. “Rob was going to ask me around Christmas,” Steffi explained, “He told me I was going to be his best present ever, but this mess accelerated everything.” “Mrs. G, did

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    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 2 A visit with her mother. by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. The score was tied 0-0 at halftime. I waved to Steffi as she walked by into the gym. Her dad and Jeremy left to get some sodas out of their car. I found myself alone with Mrs. Goldwasser, her mother. “I want to thank you for last night, Rob,” she began. “You should know that Steffi and I have few secrets. She told me just about everything when she came in.” She saw the concern on my face and laughed, “No, don’t worry. How many eighteen year old girls do you know who haven’t had sex? What do you think I did when I was eighteen? I’m Jewish so I obviously wasn’t trying to be a nun. “Until last night Steffi had sex with one boy. Now she’s had sex with a man. Believe me, she much prefers the man over the boy. I’ve tried to explain how sex is about giving; both ways. Until last night I don’t think she believed me. Now she does, so thank you very much. Don’t mention anything to her father. He doesn’t know and he acts like she’s still ten. One of these days he’ll wake up and she’ll be engaged.” We talked about other things for a while until Jeremy and his dad returned with a cooler. I was offered a Coke, but I politely refused. However, I did accept an invitation to lunch. I walked down the bleachers to Steffi once the game had ended--a 1-0 loss on a penalty kick. I didn’t know much about soccer, but I thought that Steffi had played well, not giving up any kind of advantage to the opposing team. I kissed her cheek and we talked quietly as we walked toward the school. I stopped outside after she told me she would see me after her shower. Her hair was still wet when she returned fifteen minutes later. I took her hand as we walked to my car. I was about to open the door for her when she spun me around and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Did you like the game?” “I liked the way you played, but I would have liked it better if you won.” “That doesn’t happen very often; only once this year and we’ve played five games. This was actually one of our better efforts. Right now I think we should shut up and kiss.” It was hard to argue with that kind of logic. I leaned down slightly and pressed my lips to hers. It was just as sweet as I recalled. We kissed there for several minutes before we broke it, I think because she could hear my stomach growling. We were in the car when I commented that I’d had a very interesting conversation with her mother. “I’m sorry, Rob. I should have told you about our relationship. Mom and I talk about everything. I told her before our date that I thought I’d have sex with you. I knew; don’t ask me how; that you’d be different; that you’d take care of me.” “I loved everything we did last night and I want it to happen again. I love making you cum. Watching you squirm around is a real turn-on. Oh; I have to go to a concert tonight. They want me to sing a couple of songs. The rest of the time we’ll be in the audience like everyone else. I hope you don’t mind.” “Gee; I get to go to a great concert and I get to hear you perform; why would I complain? It sounds great to me. We are going back to your house after, aren’t we?” “We’re going before, too. I have to dress, but I don’t know what we’ll be able to do.” “That’s okay; I do! Let’s just make sure we have enough time. Don’t you have to warm up, or something?” I opened the door for her and we drove the short distance to her home. As expected Jeremy was out in the driveway with his basketball. He passed it to me; I dribbled behind my back and between my legs before taking a fifteen-foot jumper that hit nothing but net. “Awesome, Rob; can you teach me to do that?” “Well; I can show you, but it really is nothing more than practice. I used to practice dribbling with my eyes closed. The same thing about shooting with your off hand; it’s nothing more than practice; practice; practice. You have to have some ability, but that alone won’t cut it.” I passed the ball back to him and walked with Steffi into the house. Her father was already out back working with the grill. For someone whose job required incredible hand-eye coordination he was doing a terrible job. I offered to take over and he willingly walked away, leaving the grilling to me. Having grown up in an apartment I’d had no experience with any kind of grill until this past summer when I used one almost every noon and night until Carla and Joe were hired. I had learned a lot over those six weeks. I sectioned off the bulk chopped chuck with a steak knife and put my hands to work pounding out and shaping a bunch of burgers. Let’s see; two for me, one for Steffi, one for her mom; . I made eight thinking that would be plenty. I seasoned them with salt and pepper and started the grill. Steffi brought out some rolls and gave me a kiss in the process. I was cooking away when she reappeared and kissed me again. “Uh; what’s your dad going to say? Doesn’t he still think of you as a ten year old?” “Unfortunately, he does, but he just went to the store. He’ll be back in about ten minutes so I have that long to kiss you and convince you we need to do more later on this afternoon.” “Ha; that won’t take much, but let’s see you convince me.” She jumped into my arms and rammed her tongue down my throat. Steffi remained in that position for several minutes until I broke away to check the burgers. I had just put the rolls on the grill when her father appeared, explaining that he had forgotten his wallet. It was a close call, but I wasn’t worried. I was pretty sure Steffi’s mom had things under control and I found it hard to actually believe her father didn’t realize that we had kissed a few times. I served the lunch at one o’clock sharp and I must have done a good job because everyone was stuffing themselves, including me. I suggested Steffi get ready because I would have to warm up before dinner. I explained that I always sang for an hour before performing to loosen my vocal cords and to check my pitch. I would have to do it early tonight because I was only a part-time performer and we were going to dinner first. She was ready just after two. I thanked her folks for lunch even though I was the chef. I took her hand and walked her to the car. Forty minutes later we were at my home. I took a few minutes to call the box office and order four tickets for Joe and Carla. I also reminded them that I would need two for Steffi and me. Both sets would be at the “Will Call” office. CHAPTER 4 I turned around once I was done to find Steffi naked in the hallway, shaking her hot ass and waving those smooth white globes in my face. She slowly back-pedaled up the stairs, playing with her tits and leading me to the bedroom where I was sure she had some plans for me. I shed my clothes as I followed so all I was wearing were my sandals when I entered the room. She fell back onto the bed as I approached and I made a big show of “falling” onto her. We came together in a tangle of body parts. I kissed her lips before working my way down, kissing her neck, her tits, her belly. I stuck my tongue into her navel. She was obviously ticklish because she jumped up shrieking with laughter. I continued my journey down to her abdomen and my ultimate target. Once there I pulled her on top of me, her tasty cunt just over my chin. Steffi ran her fingernails up and down my shaft, teasing me as my cock jumped in response. I began to eat her delicious cunt; she lowered her head onto my cock, washing it with her tongue as she sucked and bobbed up and down. I attacked her cunt with my mouth, first covering the entire surface with my lips and sucking mightily. This caused her labia to engorge. In seconds they were swollen with her passion. I move in to her core, teasing her tunnel with my tongue. I knew I was getting to her in the same way she was getting to me. Steffi was squirming all over me; I was humping her mouth. I doubted that either of us could do anything to control our movements. I knew I was getting close so I shifted my attentions to her clit. I sucked it between my teeth, nibbling and sucking simultaneously. She came hard and fast, flooding my mouth with her ejaculate. I barely had time to warn her, “Steffi; I’m close.” She paid no heed and took my hefty load into her mouth and throat as a result. She squeezed the last drops from my wilting cock and licked them off with a smile. I could barely move so I pulled her around to me so I could hold and caress her while we recovered. We rose about twenty minutes later and showered. Steffi dressed and combed her hair while I put on my navy blue suit and tied my tie. Once done I went down to my studio to run through some scales. I always taped my practices so I could play them back for review. I was finished by five. We drove into Boston, heading for Faneuil Hall where I had reservations at Durgin-Park, famous for generations for its massive prime rib and seafood. It was an extremely expensive restaurant, but I was being well paid for my work tonight and I could afford to treat Steffi well. She had certainly treated me well over the past two days. We arrived on time for my 5:45 reservation. We dined extremely well and I drove over to Mass Ave. in plenty of time for the concert at Symphony Hall. We were seated on the aisle at a table in row eight and the usher showed me how to get onto the stage when called. My cue occurred when a huge screen was lowered from above the stage. An interview with Andrea Bocelli was played. I kissed Steffi and stepped into the aisle, from there to side of the stage. Bocelli was asked about young talent to replace the aging tenors, many of whom were now retired, and recently deceased Pavarotti. “There are several fine young tenors,” he said, “but the most outstanding comes from right here in the States. I’ve had the honor and pleasure of performing with him; Rob Kerwood is the outstanding tenor of the future.” The screen was raised to reveal me standing at a microphone center stage. The backup singers began without introduction, “Once you have found her never let her go; once you have found her never let her; .” I jumped in over the last, “go,” and sprang right into “Some Enchanted Evening,” following the rendition made popular by Jay Black and the Americans way back in 1965. I was aware of the first four or five words then I was somewhere else. Autopilot was the best way I could describe it; I was no longer in front of thousands of strangers; I was in my own mind relying on my years of instruction and practice. It was only at the very end of the song that I came back. The song ended and I bowed to the enthusiastic applause. I even heard a few “Bravo’s” coming from the audience. I could make out Steffi and I could see she was beaming. I moved easily into my second song, “The Impossible Dream,” without saying a word. Everyone knew the song and it was very well received. It ended to very strong applause. I spoke now for the first time, “I really love this song because I live the impossible dream every day. I grew up in a single parent home, a two-bedroom apartment on the second floor above a busy street and a liquor store. My father took off before I was even born and my mother struggled to get by, often working two or even three jobs. I know of the sacrifices she made to get me to Julliard for lessons every Saturday for almost ten years. For me to be here on this stage is truly the impossible dream.” I went on to introduce my next song, “Every March there is a major singing competition in Dublin in which one and only one song is sung. Last year more than 1500 competed and I’m proud to tell you that I was the winner as I was the prior year. I hope you enjoy this song as much as the judges did. I’ll bet that many of you know the beginning of this song, but that few know the ending which is very emotional. I couldn’t get through it without crying when I first tried to sing it. Of course; I was only seven at the time.” There was some laughter in the audience and when it ended I took a deep breath and launched “Danny Boy.” My voice was full of emotion as I told the story in song of an old man who sends his only son off to war and prepares him for his return whether the father is alive or dead. It was one of my best ever performances. People leapt out of their seats when I finished and bowed. I turned to acknowledge the orchestra and I was truly astonished to see that they were standing and applauding, too. There were many calls for an encore. Conductor Heath Lockner told the audience of my concert series and asked if I could sing one of the Christmas songs. I suggested “Oh, Holy Night,” but the orchestra wasn’t prepared so I decided to sing “a cappella.” I moved away from the microphone. I didn’t need it if there was no orchestra behind me. I knew from experience that my voice would easily be heard anywhere in the auditorium. I could hear a pin drop, that’s how quiet it was as the song built. I thought this was the most beautiful and by far the most difficult of the Christmas songs. I finished to wild acclaim, thanked Heath and the orchestra and strode off the stage and back to Steffi. It was intermission so everyone was up and about. I was stopped several times for my autograph before I reached her. She jumped into my arms and kissed me. “Oh Rob, you were fantastic; incredible. I can’t believe I was actually here for it.” I put my arm around her and walked her up the aisle to where I saw Joe and Carla sitting. They greeted me with huge smiles and introduced me to their daughter and her husband. I could understand why they didn’t like him; he came off like a cold fish, devoid of any personality. Worse, he couldn’t help but scope out Steffi’s body right in front of his wife. We chatted for a minute before I excused us, using thirst as an excuse. We ran into Stan, the business manager, in the lobby. He was ecstatic. They had sold more than 500 tickets to my future concerts during the intermission. He bought us a couple of Cokes and some popcorn. I shook more hands and signed more autographs on our way back to our seats. I took a close look at Steffi once we were seated; I saw total love and lust in her eyes. I was extremely pleased with both. Once the lights were dimmed she pulled my hand to her crotch. It was soaking wet; I was sure her dress was ruined. I looked at her again; she smiled lamely and shrugged her shoulders. “I couldn’t help it. I love the way you sing. I didn’t tell you, but I had two orgasms in Mrs. Sherman’s class. I held her hand and gave her cheek a peck as the concert began again. We enjoyed the music, but, truthfully, there was somewhere else we’d rather be; home in my bed. That’s where we were at 11:00 on the dot. I figured that would give us another hour or more of fun before I had to take her home. CHAPTER 5 I opened the door and stepped aside for Steffi. She ran past me like she was on the soccer field. If I thought she might be tired I was definitely wrong. She was upstairs with her clothes off before I even made it to the bedroom door. “Eager, aren’t we?” “You’re damned right; clothes off now!” I almost laughed, but I could see how serious she was and this wasn’t a time to start an argument. I folded my jacket over the chair, followed seconds later by my tie, shirt, pants and boxers. My shoes and socks fell quickly to the floor. There was no hiding my excitement; it was standing out perpendicular to my body and it felt as hard as a rock. Steffi reached for my hand and pulled me onto her. Her lips reached up for mine and we met in a sweet delicious kiss. I fell the rest of the way to the bed, savoring the sensation of her perfect smooth skin. Steffi’s body was still tan from the summer with only her tits, pubic area, and ass snow white. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands finding the smooth globes of her ass. My fingers ran up and down her ass crack, pausing to tickle her puckered star. Steffi noticed immediately. “Oh! What are you doing back there?” “Just playing with one of the most sensitive parts of your body; did you know there are more nerve endings in your ass than in your cunt? If your cunt had as many as your ass; all you’d want to do is fuck.” Steffi laughed hysterically. “All I want to do now is fuck; you.” She gave me that little girl pout look that they all seem to know so well and is so effective on guys; except me! “Are you trying to tell me something, because I’m having trouble following you.” She gave me an exasperated, “Ah,” and pushed me onto my back. She straddled me and sunk swiftly onto my hard cock. “Do you understand me now? This is what I’ve wanted all night and I’ll want again tomorrow and the day after that and; .” I put my fingers up to her lips. “I really do understand; it’s exactly what I want, too. I don’t know what I did before I met you, but I know this; I want it to go on and on and on. You’re wonderful and you fuck pretty good, too.” She took one look at me and laughed. God, I loved the way she laughed. In fact, I loved an awful lot about her, especially the way she fucked. Steffi began to rock, grinding her clit into me. “Isn’t this what they call clock management in basketball? Take a quick shot in the hope you’ll get another before the end of the half?” “Huh?” “That’s what I’m doing here; working for a fast one so we’ll have plenty of time for another before you have to take me home. What a waste of time, taking me home. I should just stay here all night then we could really fuck.” “Maybe, but here’s a thought; when I was a kid I wished we could have Christmas every day until my mother explained that having it once a year made it special. Having it every day would make it ordinary. Now, I’m not suggesting that sex with you would ever be ordinary, but there is a limit as to how often we can do it. We need to cultivate other interests, but not now. Oh God; definitely not now!” Thrusting into Steffi, I lifted her from the bed. We were both into it now; desperate to cum, needing to cum as much as we needed to breathe. We drove into each other at a furious pace; I could see the determination on her face and I was pretty sure I had the same expression on mine. This wasn’t going to last forever, not at the intensity of our mating. Suddenly, Steffi’s expression changed; she was feeling nothing but rapture now. She was only seconds away which was fortunate because I could feel it mounting deep within my groin. I pumped harder; faster; until at last! We erupted together like two volcanoes. Steffi shook with convulsion as my semen poured into her womb. Her eyes were glazed over when she collapsed onto my chest. I checked the clock; 11:13; not bad, we may yet be able to fuck again exactly as she planned. There was no rush now; we lay there together, two lovers in their post-coital bliss. I’d heard that expression before, but until I had met Steffi I thought it nothing more than a myth. Now there was nothing I enjoyed more than snuggling with her at this time. She lifted her head almost a half hour later, a silly grin on her face. I leaned up to kiss her which only served to make her grin bigger and sillier. I was about to ask her about it when she spoke, “I love doing this with you, Rob. It’s so satisfying in so many ways. I can’t even explain how I feel after you make me cum, except to say that I feel totally at peace. Does that make any sense?” “I think so,” I replied as I pulled her back to me, holding her even tighter than before, if possible. “I feel pretty much the same way, as though there’s nothing in the world except you and me. The feeling is so exhilarati

  • October 1 · length unknown

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 1

    The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 1 Rob goes to college and meets Steffi by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. Introduction I was three when I started singing in church and even though I couldn’t read the words I could remember enough from week to week to sing right along with the adults. By five I was leading the youth choir, singing loud and clear during services and practicing almost daily at home during the week. At seven I was encouraged to audition for the faculty at a major school of music in Manhattan and found myself on an early morning train from my home in Pelham for the twenty minute ride to Grand Central Station in Manhattan and from there a subway to Lincoln Center for the short walk to the auditorium. I was asked to sing two songs; I chose ‘Danny, Boy” and “Oh Holy Night,” singing both a cappella. I especially loved “Oh Holy Night.” It’s so hard to sing well and I could really show off my power and range; seven years old and I already had an ego! The judges must have liked it because they offered me a scholarship. From then on I spent every Saturday during the school year taking voice lessons, learning how to breathe and enunciate, the importance of good posture, and how to sing from my diaphragm rather than my mouth. It took me less than two years to be able to hold a note for more than two minutes. I gave my first professional concert when I was thirteen; a combination of rock tunes and old fashioned folk songs from the fifties and sixties. I was able to earn more than $40,000 that first year and even more the following year when I was a high school freshman. I hit the big time my senior year when I was featured on a PBS special. After that I was in high demand. I learned to play several instruments, but other than the acoustic guitar, my choices were considered, well; bizarre. I loved the idea of the harp. It was surprisingly similar to the guitar, but the tone of the notes was different; richer and earthier. My girlfriend had an orgasm every time I played a glissando. It was actually funny watching her writhe on the couch or floor while I strummed. One of the great things about the glissando; it could go on forever. Sometimes I tortured her by continuing for several minutes. She ruined more skirts that way. My other choice was the mandolin. It was also similar to the guitar, but much smaller, making the notes much higher and the tone tinnier. I loved the way it sounded. The people at the music school were disappointed when I selected a small university in the greater Boston area. Truthfully, I was tired of taking voice lessons. I wanted a well-rounded education, including some courses in business administration and finance which I hoped would help me to manage the money I expected to earn in my singing career. Knowing that I still had to practice daily I bought an old house in Medford near the university, remodeling a large porch in the rear into a soundproof studio. I hired a local couple, Joe and Carla Romeo, to handle the cleaning, yard maintenance, and cooking. All this work was finished over the summer. I was ready on both my educational and occupational fronts by the time school began. CHAPTER 1 I was finalizing a contract with a big-time Boston orchestra, sitting in the business office and leafing through page after page. I’d done this before and my agent had already approved the agreement so this was more a formality than anything else. I was only half listening when the secretary walked in. “Stan, I’ve got another request from the music department at Malden High School. They’d like a musician and a singer, if possible.” I looked up. “Malden? Isn’t that near where I’m going to school? I’d be happy to do it if a Thursday is okay. That’s the only day I don’t have any classes.” “That’s awfully good of you to volunteer, Robert. Most of the orchestra members hate these high school requests. Gwen, check with the school and if Thursday is good for them we’ll happily send Robert out there. We’ll cover your gas and lunch, but I’m afraid I can’t pay you for it.” “That’s okay. Think you could transport a harp to the school for me? I’ll bet most of the kids have never really heard one.” I signed the contract and left. They knew where to find me. Thursday was fine with the teacher so I made arrangements to spend the entire day there the third week of September. I rose early, ate a big breakfast courtesy of Mrs. Romeo and carried my guitar/mandolin backpack out to my car. I arrived at the school just after 8:00, walking directly to the main office. “Hi, I’m Robert Kerwood to see Mrs; .” I pulled the paper from my pocket, “okay; Mrs. Sherman.” “Steffi, your musician is here. Just go with Steffi, Mr. Kerwood, and welcome to Malden High School.” I thanked her and turned to see my guide. Whoa! She was really cute and even hotter. “Wow, are you really Mr. Kerwood? When we saw that harp yesterday all of us figured you’d be like ninety.” “Yup, that’s me; eighteen going on ninety.” I grinned as she laughed heartily. “Boy, are the girls going to be surprised. C’mon, Mr. Kerwood.” “I think things will be a lot better if you’ll just call me Rob. You make me sound like I AM ninety.” “Okay, Rob,” she said as she led me down the crowded hallway. We were barely twenty feet down the hallway when she asked, “Can I ask you a question?” “I think you just did, but I’ll bet I know what you want to ask; why the harp?” “Yeah; that seems like an old person’s instrument.” “Let me ask you a question. Why do guys my age do anything?” She laughed. “That’s easy; for girls.” “Right, and that’s why I play the harp. I had a girlfriend the last couple of years and I could give her an orgasm every time just by playing a glissando.” “What’s that; a gli-what?” “Glissando; it’s when you glide from one pitch to another up and down the scales. You can do it on a piano and even a violin, but nothing sounds like a harp, plus some ethnic music, like Irish, use a harp extensively. I’ll show you once we get to the classroom.” “Gee, I hope I don’t have an orgasm; not in class.” “I hope you do. You’ll be a harp fan for life.” I chuckled at her embarrassment as we resumed our way down the crowded hallway. We made a left and proceeded to the back of the building. We walked through what I recognized as a soundproof door, even though none of them quite made the grade. Steffi introduced me to her teacher, “Mrs. Sherman, this is Rob Kerwood.” I extended my hand as she did a double take. “You can’t be; you’re supposed to be from the orchestra.” “Yeah, that’s me. I’m not a regular employee, but I’ve signed on to do four sets of concerts this year. I just happened to be in Stan’s office when your request came in so I volunteered; and here I am. Oh, good; there’s my harp. Did they tune it when they dropped it off?” She shrugged her shoulders so I pulled up a chair and played a few notes, grimacing almost immediately. I pulled a set of tuning forks from my backpack and set about tuning up. It didn’t take long; not much longer than I’d usually spend on my guitar or mandolin. I had just finished tuning when I began to play; nothing special--just a few exercises. Looking right at Steffi I began my first glissando. Over and over the strings my fingers flew. Mrs. Sherman was looking at me so she didn’t see Steffi trembling. She shook wildly when she finally came. I shot her a smile when I noticed the wet spot on her crotch. Again, she reddened with embarrassment. The classes were pretty easy and a lot of fun. I introduced myself, telling something about my history and training at Julliard. Then I showed the class my instruments and explained how they fit into certain types of music before playing several songs to demonstrate. Everything went smoothly and according to plan until fourth period when one of the boys, a recent transfer from New York, remembered my high school basketball career. It turned out that I had scored fifty against his brother. I would have enjoyed reliving my basketball days, but that’s not why I was here. “I don’t want to get off topic so let’s get back to the music; the reason I’m here today.” After that period Mrs. Sherman told me it was time for lunch. I was invited to join her in the teacher’s cafeteria, but I declined, commenting that I’d feel more comfortable with the kids. In fact, I kind of had a lunch date with Steffi. I met her at the lunch line and we walked together to get our trays. I had a couple of tacos and some chocolate milk, a combination that raised her eyebrows; Steffi had a grilled chicken breast and a salad with water. I paid for both, asking the cashier for a receipt after being sure to tell her I was not a student. She led me to a table with three other girls, all seniors like Steffi. They were all attractive girls with trim athletic bodies, but I thought Steffi was the class of the group--in my opinion anyway. Her shiny dark brown hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail. She was tall, maybe five feet nine or ten with an athletic build; slender with some serious muscle tone that I could see from her sleeveless top and tight shorts. Her tits were on the smallish side, probably a B-cup that matched her body well. Facially, she appeared to have clear olive toned skin and dark brown eyes. Her lips were full; I could imagine them wrapped around my cock. I could tell from the star around her neck that she was Jewish. That didn’t bother me; my last girlfriend was Jewish, too. I recognized two of the girls from the morning’s classes and soon learned they were all in chorus. Mrs. Sherman was obviously a very popular teacher. I returned to the music class and finished the day. Steffi met me there at the close of school and helped me get my stuff out to the car. “Can I give you a lift home? I’d like to talk with you a bit.” “Sure, sounds great,” she said as she hopped into the passenger seat of my eight year old Subaru. “I’d love to see you again. Are you dating anyone?” “No; I was, but I broke it off last month. He was a juvenile. All he wanted was sex.” “Gee, sounds kind of like me.” She laughed, “No, trust me; nothing like you. You probably know what you’re doing. He was selfish; always thinking about himself; never about me.” “Correction; nothing like me. You already have one courtesy of me, don’t you?” “Oh God, that was so embarrassing. I’m so glad Mrs. Sherman was looking at you. I was tingling for the entire class. Just thinking about it will probably make me wet.” “I hope so. I’d like to take you out tomorrow night if you’re not busy, but I should tell you; I’m not Jewish. I know some parents are really strict about that.” “Not mine; we haven’t been to temple in; well, since Rosh Hashanah almost a year ago. I almost never date Jewish guys. Most of them are too nerdy.” We chatted as she gave me directions. It was only a short five-minute drive. She invited me in to meet her mother. We talked for a few minutes, mostly about my singing career. She even asked me to dinner, but I had to decline. I had a load of homework and I had yet to practice for my first concert. “How do they figure out what you’ll sing, Rob?” It was Steffi’s mother who asked. “They send me a load of songs, maybe fifty or more. I look them over, try singing them, and weed them down to about two dozen or so because the orchestra will always play a bunch of instrumentals. Sometimes I make a few suggestions, too. Then I send the list back and the orchestra practices the ones the director likes. They’re real pros so it doesn’t take them too long. I’ll go in a few days before the concert to practice together. It’s important to get the tempo and timing right. By then I’ll know the songs by heart. Then all I have to do is step out onto the stage before about a thousand total strangers and perform.” I said good-bye and left, Steffi walking with me to the car. I was surprised when she kissed me. She wrapped her arms around my body and thrust her tongue deeply into my mouth. I responded once I had recovered from the shock, placing my hands firmly onto her ass, pulling her cunt into my crotch. I was sure she could feel my growing erection, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she rubbed her cunt up and down my rod, promising me something very interesting and appealing in the future. Finally, we broke the kiss and I told her I’d see her tomorrow around seven. I’d take her to dinner and then maybe to a movie. That may have been the plan, but it didn’t happen; not even close. CHAPTER 2 I knocked at seven sharp; the door was answered by her brother. He introduced himself as Jeremy and invited me in. Steffi walked down the stairs about five minutes later. She was a vision in a gold sleeveless top and skintight black Capri’s. She wore gold open-toe sandals that exactly matched her top. Her outfit made me think that her parents were probably loaded; I was right. She introduced me to her father, Dr. Neil Goldwasser, an oral surgeon. I learned later that he maintained three very successful offices. I grew up in a single parent family. No house for us; we lived in a second floor walk-up, on top of a liquor store that was open late at night so it was noisy until at least eleven. My father had disappeared before I was even born. My mom worked two and sometimes even three jobs just to get by. I was glad to help once I began to earn money; last year I earned more than three times what my mother made. I wasn’t complaining; I had a happier childhood than many of my more well-to-do friends whose parents argued constantly and for whom divorce seemed the norm. Steffi said good-bye to her parents, but before we left I asked what time they wanted her home. “Since you asked, Rob,” her mother began, “let’s say one. Have a good time.” In seconds we were en route to my place. I explained that I had told Mrs. Romeo that I was taking a date out to dinner, but she had suggested making a gourmet Italian dinner instead. We chatted for about ten minutes before we ran out of topics. I wasn’t uncomfortable with the silence, but apparently she was, for all of a sudden she blurted out something really personal, “I’m not a virgin.” “I’m glad, but how has it worked out for you?” She frowned, “Not as well as I hoped. I already told you about my ex-boyfriend.” I had stopped at a light. Turning to her I gripped her chin lightly. “That will definitely change tonight if it’s okay with you. That’s a promise.” I leaned over for a quick kiss just before the light changed to green. I pulled into the driveway around 7:45 and led Steffi into the living room. The first thing she noticed was my trophy wall. I had won plenty of singing competitions and a number of plaques and trophies from my basketball career. She was impressed; I wasn’t. “My mom told me to take them or she was throwing them out, so; .” “Oh, that would be a shame,” she exclaimed as I led her into the dining room which Carla had set with my best dishes and a set of stemware she had found in a discount store. I had insisted that we drink iced tea. I wasn’t about to ruin everything by giving her alcohol, even a simple glass of wine, without her parents’ permission. I held her chair as we sat while Joe served the first course, a hot antipasto. He spent a few minutes explaining what each item was. Luckily Steffi and her family were big seafood eaters; at least half of the items were some kind of shellfish. The next course was a delicious soup; pasta fagioli with bacon. The tomato-based soup was covered with a thin slice of Italian bread and melted cheese. We had a relatively small serving in anticipation of several more courses. Following the soup was a wonderful Caesar salad and then the entr e--a delicate veal parmigiana, the veal pounded to almost paper thinness, with sides of angel hair pasta in marinara sauce and sprinkled with more freshly ground parmiagiana cheese. I thanked Joe and Carla, telling them how much I appreciated their staying late. “Please go; I’ll take care of the desert and dishes later.” “Oh no; Rob, you leave the dishes in the sink. We will take care of them in the morning, right Joe?” Her husband agreed as they walked out the door. “I didn’t think they’d ever go, but we’d have even more company in a restaurant. How’s the meal?” “It’s just delicious, Rob, but I don’t want to overeat. I’ll probably fall asleep and I wouldn’t want that,” she commented, her eyes twinkling. We finished the dinner and I rinsed the dishes, leaving them in the sink. We agreed to postpone dessert until later. “I have some DVD’s from Redbox, or an opera you might like or I’m sure we could find a movie somewhere. I think I have a newspaper in the living room.” “An opera? We’ve studied a few with Mrs. Sherman--which one?” “’Pagliacci’; if you’re any kind of an opera fan I think you’ll enjoy this performance.” I set up the DVD player and sat on the couch. Steffi snuggled up next to me, pulling my arm around her. I felt my hand brush against her tit. Steffi didn’t even flinch. We were ten minutes into the Prologue when Steffi pulled away, looked at me closely and back to the screen, a 55-inch flat screen LCD set. She repeated several times before asking, “Is that you, Rob? Are you singing the clown’s role?” “Yeah, I did that over the summer. It was only a two-week gig; part of a festival in New York. I love the role. Some of the world’s best tenors have sung the part.” Steffi snuggled even closer, placing my hand onto her tit this time. I worked my hand under her blouse where I could finger and massage her through her bra. When the Prologue ended she stood and removed her blouse and bra, dropping them onto the table. Her tits were perfectly formed with smallish areolas and very suckable erect nipples that I fingered and rolled. I stood and removed my shirt. We resumed our positions enjoying the skin on skin sensations for the first time. Halfway through Act One I leaned down to kiss and nuzzle her neck. Her response was to turn the TV off. “I’m enjoying your performance, but I think I’d enjoy the live performance even more.” I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. I literally peeled the Capri’s from her body, exposing her lacy thong. Her dark pubic hair was thick and curly, but neatly trimmed and shaved or waxed back from her legs to accommodate a skimpy bikini. I could see the tan lines and they were very appealing. I pulled back the blanket, allowing her to recline on the sheet while I removed my shoes, socks, and slacks. I slipped my boxers to the floor, exposing my thick eight-inch erection and my heavy balls before I joined Steffi on the bed. We lay on our sides as we kissed and explored each other. I especially enjoyed the feel of her firm muscular ass. We were there for maybe five minutes when her hand found my throbbing cock. Her eyes opened when she felt the heat and hardness of it. This was my cue to reach between her legs. I found her hot and wet, her nectar oozing onto her thighs. I dipped my fingers in for a sample and brought them to my mouth. She intercepted me and sucked them instead. “Hmmm; nice.” I returned them deep into her cunt for a bigger, stronger taste. Once in my mouth I grinned and kissed

  • September 30 · length unknown

    Tell Me A Story: Part 2

    Tell Me A Story: Part 2 A Campfire Reunion of Friends. Based on a post by Fugman. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. All eyes were on Stephanie as she took a drink of her wine and started. Stephanie's Story. "It happened when I was working at the electronics store, it was before I went to college. My manager was a skinny curves in all the right places beautiful blonde, everyone had a crush on her. I was little heavier, dark haired and although I still had curves, they were not as pronounced as hers. The fact that this store is more frequented by men, I had to do something that would make them want to come talk to me. So I started wearing skin tight outfits, I needed to get the commission and if the guys went to my boss, that left me with scraps. I worked mainly nights, thank God, because she was more of the store opener, so I still had a shot at the guys coming in after she left. I wasn't a slut or anything, but I loved to get the attention. It made me feel special. When I worked at night, I had a manager that I worked with a lot, his name was Mark and I loved teasing him. I made sure I bent over in front of him to pick up something on the ground, brushed by him close enough for him to feel some part of my body. So one night I walked into work and Stacey, the manager was running out the door. She said, 'Mark is in the back room on a project, so go sell! Sell! Sell!' So I walked in the backroom and took off my coat and fixed my hair. I walked past Mark and he took a deep breath. I wore a skin tight red dress, hugged every curve, low cut, and high above the knee. No underwear at all. My nipples were poking through the fabric and I was in a mood. One way or another, I was gonna get fucked tonight. I left Mark alone like I was told and only came in the back to pick up a product or to ask a question. At one point I had to get something that required a ladder. My dress was so tight that I had to lift the hem so it wouldn't rip as I climbed to get what I needed. Mark asked me if I needed help, I told him he could hold the ladder for me. He came over and did what I asked, he was caught staring at my legs. I enjoyed how it made me feel to have him gawk at me and wanted more of it. I pretended to wobble and he reached out and held my legs to help me stabilize. But instead of doing that, I felt a surge of electricity flow through me. His hands were on my naked legs and all I wanted was more. I got what I needed and headed back out to the sales floor. I was really racking up the sales that night as most of our customers were male and let's face it, when someone who is barely wearing anything, they will throw money at you to give then an excuse to talk to me. I had to go in the back again, this time it was for something that I knew was on the bottom shelf in the back room. I made sure that Mark knew I was back there and told him what I was selling. His eyes met mine as I bent down on the floor and looked up at him. I knew that his eyes were looking right down my dress and it was low cut enough that he was seeing a good 90% of my tits. He tried desperately to look in my eyes, but his body betrayed him and I saw the tent forming in his pants. I took my time getting the product and slowly left the backroom. All and all it was probably one of my better nights for sales as it turned out. Mark spent most of the night on his project and I loved distracting him every chance I got. I know by the end of the night, I could feel the sexual tension between us. After I locked the front door and made my way to the back, I was sure to make a but of a scene. I pulled my dress out and looked down at my naked tits and made a comment, 'looks like these puppies work real well on the sales floor.' Mark said that he is pretty sure that they work well for me no matter where I am. I could tell the tent was forming again and I wanted to tease him, see how far I could push it. Mark was about 5 years older than me, a decent looking guy, and based on what I have seen tonight, has a decent size package hidden in his pants. He started to do the totals for the night and I went out to do the cleaning. I would come back and ask him if he needed me to do anything for him. He just kept saying no. I pulled my dress up a few inches higher and went in the back room, I was trying to get him flustered. I worked whatever I could to do just that. I acted all innocent, but I was determined to get him to fuck me that night. At one point, I raised my dress and went in the backroom. He was sitting at the desk doing the schedule and I sat down next to him. I raised my one leg and tried to get comfortable, but I knew from the tent in his pants, he was looking right up my dress. I asked him if there was anything wrong, he said no, but I knew that he was fighting urges. I smiled at him, stood up, went over to his chair and told him if he needed me for Anything, just ask. I gave him a little hug and that is when he lost it. He grabbed me and pulled me on to his lap. Finally, I thought he wasn't going to act at all. I sat down and I could feel his erection straining to get out and get into some trouble. I took my hand and put it on his cheek, I pulled him closer and he leaned on my tit. He didn't seem to argue with me much. I knew I had him, now it was just playing with him until I was bent over the desk. I always loved this part of the teasing when I still control everything, but he is just waiting for permission. I moved his head off my tit and lowered my top. He was inches away from a bare nipple and I told him, 'anything you need, you just Have to ask me.' He went to suck on my exposed nipple and I pushed him back, 'excuse me, I said you had to ask!' He apologized, then said, 'please, can I suck on your tits?' I gave him the okay and he went at my nipple like he was a starving child. His lips and mouth felt so good as his tongue swirled around. I felt his fingers moving up inside of my thighs. He was working my body into a frenzy, but I had to maintain the rules, he needed to ask my permission. I held his hand between my legs, inches from my dripping pussy. He looked up at me and asked, 'please, can I play with your pussy, I can already feel the heat and I know you are wet, I can smell your excitement.' I couldn't argue with any of that. I have been dripping since he touched my legs on the ladder. The heat between my legs was intense and I didn't want him to just play, I wanted to feel his fingers, his tongue and his cock. I whispered to him that I needed him to fill my holes, All of them. 'I want to feel every part of you fill every part of me.' I felt his finger travel up to my wetness. First he just moved it up and down, coating his fingers in my juices, then he played with me...I was moaning in his ears. He plunged two fingers inside of me, spreading me open and forcing my legs to open further. He was knuckle deep inside and kept pushing further in. I held onto his shoulders as he worked another finger inside. I was stretched but my juices helped lubricated his fingers. I begged him again, 'every part of you!' He brought his fingers up and slid them between his lips. I watched as he savored them and looked at me as he sucked on them. I could see the lust in his eyes. I stood up and pushed his chair back. I bent over and kissed him, tasting my own nectar on his tongue. I told him that I wanted him to taste me. He moved the keyboard and told me to sit on the desk. I pulled my dress up to my waist and sat down on the cold desk. I opened my legs and he did not hesitate. He dove between my legs as soon as he got the chance. I felt his tongue slide up and down my seem, it seemed to center in on certain locations that I did not expect. He played with the bottom of my opening, and the little bit of skin between both holes. He loved poking his tongue as deep as he could, and I loved the feeling that it provided. But when he slid up and nibbled on my clit, I came right on his desk. My body shook as I closed my eyes and let the sensation come over me. When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me, his pants around his ankles and he was stroking himself. He looked straight into my eyes as if he needed permission. At this state I was OK with anything he wanted to do to me. I told him to sit back down and I got off the desk. I got on my knees and slid him inside my mouth. He was thick and curved and slid perfectly down my throat. I was hungry for him, and I wanted to show him just how hungry I was. I worked him hard, I wanted him to get close before I let him slide deep inside of me. Mark begged me to stop because he was about to flood my mouth. Ill be honest, I kind of wanted it, but I was more interested in him firing his load deep inside of another hole. I stood up and grabbed my dress and removed it all the way. I stood naked in front of him and I begged him to fuck me. I bent over on the desk and placed has hands on my hip. He took the hint and started plowing into me. I loved the feel of his curved cock as it slid deep inside. He pushed all the way in and stayed there. My body accepted his size and he started moving back and forth. Harder and harder he plowed into me, I moaned and begged for it harder. He pounded into me fast and with powerful thrusts as I rapidly headed to my second orgasm on that desk. I was lost in the scene, the scraping of the desk on the floor with every thrust, banging against the wall. My moans, his grunts, and then it stopped. With one loud grunt, I felt him empty stream after stream as he exploded inside of me. My body tensed and released my own torrid juices. We stood there, interlocked as our bodies finished together in a triumphant synchronized eruption. It felt like we stayed locked together for a while, but it was probably only a minute or so. His softness slipped out of me and he sat back down on the chair. I dropped to my knees and cleaned him up with my lips. He held my head as I bounced on his cock with my mouth wrapped tightly. When he started to get hard again, I stood up and put my dread back on. He pulled his pants up and walked me to the door. He said, 'I really do have to finish this project, I was a little distracted tonight.' I apologized and he closed the door behind me. I was dripping down my legs by the time I reached my car. It was one hell of a night. Every time I was in the backroom from then on, I would look at that desk fondly and I noticed the scratches in the floor by the legs and I would start to get wet. It was just that one time, but I will always remember that night." I glanced around and most of the guys had their hands in their laps, trying to cover their own hard cocks. The women were less obvious as they would cross and uncross their legs, just trying to get some kind of relief. Boy, was I hoping that everyone was telling the truth, because I have circles around each "truth" on my sheet, only one person left to go, and then the judgment. This game has left each one of us horny as hell and if anyone said at this point, okay strip, I don't think anyone would think twice. Steve took a long drink of his beer, adjusted his cock and started his story. Steve's Turn. "I was barely eighteen when I lost my virginity to my neighbor. She waited until after my birthday party to request that I come over to help her with a few things at her house. She actually asked my mother if she could send me over after school one day. She was married but her husband was always on business trips. She was older by like 12 years, but still good looking in my book. Mrs. C took good care of herself, I would often see her running in the morning while I was headed to school. I always wondered why she didn't have kids, if I had the chance, I would have been pumping into her every day of the week and twice on Sunday! I've caught glimpses of her in the back yard sun tanning or mowing the lawn, usually in a bikini top, showing off her perfect tits. Let's just say that she was thought of quite a few times and used for inspiration back then. I had come home from school one day and saw a note on the counter, 'go to help Mrs. C She asked for your help with some things she can't do by herself.' It wasn't really what I wanted to do after school, but my mother asked me to, so I went and knocked on her door. When she opened her door, she was wearing a sports bra and tight shorts as if she had just been working out. She was a little sweaty, and her hair was wet. She smiled when she saw me, 'Hi Steve, glad you could help me. Please come in. Sorry, I just came back from a run.' I accepted her hospitality and walked in. I waited for her to close the door, then I asked what she needed me to do. She asked me to take the curtains down in her bedroom as she couldn't reach them. She asked me if I was okay doing that, I said sure, and she informed me she was going to get in the shower, if I need her for anything. Then I watched her take her sports bra off. Her perfect tits were capped off with pointed hard nubs and a dark circle around them. She turned around and went into the bathroom closing the door only partially. I started working on getting the curtains down when the shower turned off, I heard Mrs. C call to me, 'Steve, can you help me for a second?" I did not know what to expect when I walked into her bathroom, but I came running to see what she needed. That's when I saw her, standing there on the bathroom rug, not a stitch of clothing on, she wasn't trying to cover up. Her body glistened from the water, I looked up and down. Her nipples pointing right at me, she must have just shaved down below because it was red and hairless. I asked her, 'what can I help with?' Not sure what her answer would be to that question, but whatever it was, I would do for her. She didn't seem shy about standing in front of me completely naked. 'Can you check my pussy, make sure there is no stray hairs. I just shaved and I want to make sure I did a good job.' I tried not to sound too overly excited, 'okay, sit up on the sink and spread your legs, I'll check for you.' She did as I asked and spread her legs in front of me. I got down on my knees and got close to her wide open legs. She smelled amazing, maybe her soap, maybe her wetness, maybe both? I wasn't sure, but I wanted to take my time down there. I lifted my hair and ran my fingers against the grain, nope it seems pretty smooth to me, let me examine more closely. I leaned forward and my fingers spread her lips open. My tongue touched gently and she moaned. She grabbed my head and pulled me closer. My fingers opened and slid inside of her, my tongue played with her clit. I wasn't super experienced in this department, but I watched enough porn to have an idea of what worked. I heard her say, 'that's it be thorough, make sure you take care of every bit.' I ate her out for all I was worth, I was determined to make her scream. I was busy sliding my tongue around her clit and poking three fingers inside of her when she told me she was about to cum. Her breathing got sharper and her moans got louder and more often. She was right on the edge when she told me to bite down. I did and she exploded into my mouth, my fingers still plunging in and out as she rode her climax to the end. Her hands tightly gripped my hair as her body shook, I was proud of myself for bringing her off. I sat back, admiring my talents; and she got off of the sink, 'Come on, let me play with that big cock of yours.' As she grabbed my hand and headed towards the bed. 'I want to see if it looks better in person!' I stopped and looked confused. She walked me over to the window and pointed across the lawn to my bedroom window, which had no curtains or blinds. She had a perfect view of my bed. She smiled and pulled me over to her big oak-framed king bed. How many times have I played with myself, thinking about her buxom milf body. The countless memories were going through my mind. How many times was I thinking about her, not aware as she was watching me. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and removed my clothes like she had a time limit. I was naked, feet dangling off the satin duvet, and my erection was standing tall and firm. She smiled as she gently grabbed a hold of my veiny red phallus. She looked at it closely and then slid her hand slowly up my shaft. She licked her lips and licked the swollen head, before she opened her mouth and slid my crown and pole inside. 'Hmm' she said as she started to move up and down. She played with my shaft on every up stroke and she was getting me closer already. I'm not really that experienced, so her talented hands and mouth had me ready to blow after a few minutes. She kept going and I grunted; and she kept going and going until I swelled and filled her mouth with my fresh cream. She kept softly sucking and bobbing on my cock during my reset, even taking my semi-flaccid pole down her throat, since it was more pliable and less obstructive. I was soon semi hard again. She looked at me and kept sucking. I was solid in no time. She said, 'are you ready?' I nodded as she lifted my legs and swiveled me on the slippery duvet, then climbed up on the big bed and stood. I admired the upward view of her swolen and wide-set bald outer pussy lips. Then she stepped each bare foot, one on each side of my hips. Then she smiled and looked me lustily in the face as she lowered down on my body. She soon knelt and straddled my hips and pointed my cock right at her open cunt. She put it at the entrance and dropped down a bit. My cock was sliding up and down her wetness as she coated me w

  • September 29 · length unknown

    Tell Me A Story: Part 1

    Tell Me A Story: Part 1 A Campfire Reunion of Friends. Based on a post by Fugman. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. Forward. My friends and I go way back to the high school days, we've all gone our separate ways since those days, but we try to get back together every couple of years. Our get together was coming up in a few days and I was eager to see them all again. We were all now in our mid thirties, so we have grown up a little, some of us still need more growing, but that's a different story. This year we were doing a picnic sleepover at Steve's house because he had a huge area outside with a fireplace and a hot tub. Steve has done well since college and he liked to splurge when it came to having his friends over. Since some of us were traveling it was nice not to have to worry about hotel rooms as Steve set up a huge tent in the back for all of us. All the plans were made and we we're all excited to get together again. So this year's party would be Steve of course, his wife Dakota, Stephanie and Craig, Me and my wife Nicole, and recently divorced Holly. The most recent addition to our group was my wife about four years ago, a couple of months before we were married. Everyone made Nicole feel welcome and she became part of the group rather quickly as her personality just kind of aligned with everyone. This year will be about the sixth time for our get together, so everyone knew each other pretty well. A lot of the day the women spent time either in the hot tub laughing at who knows what or sunbathing by the in-ground pool. Either way, there was a lot of flesh on display all day long. Couple that with the fact that everyone was drinking, made for some adult fun. By the time the sun went down on that evening, we were well lubricated. Once we all sat around the fire we were all pretty drunk. That is when Craig brought out the small clipboards. He handed one to each of us. It had a paper on it with my name on the top, then each person in the group and a "true or false" written after each name. We all listened intently to Craig as he gave directions. "Everyone has a clipboard with your name on the top, it will also have everyone's name listed on it with True or False for each. We will go around the fire and each person is going to tell you a hot sex story, you need to circle an answer if you think it is true or false. These stories will be very sexual, some will be true, some fabrications, your job is to determine which is which. It's like Clue but with hotter situations. After everyone turns in their sheet, the person who told the story will answer if it was true or false. Everyone understand the rules? Is everyone okay telling personal stories, if you aren't you can make one up, if you are uncomfortable with the content, you can make it a PG13 version. Final rule, if you are uncomfortable with anything said in this game, you are free to step away, no judgments.” Dakota asked just before we started, "How long does the story have to be?" Craig said "No limit, but it needs to tell the full story. Everyone good?" We all nodded or said "yes" and the game was on. Dakota started first. Dakota's Story. “I was a cheerleader when I was in college. It was an away game on a Friday night about 40 minutes from our school. Shortly after the game ended one of the players on the other team approached me and asked me if I had a boyfriend? I said 'no'.” “Girlfriend?” Again I said; “no.” “How long before your bus leaves?” I said “about 20 minutes, why?” He said “follow me.” I don't know why, but the excitement had me dripping. I ran after him and he opened up the equipment storage room. He locked the door behind me and pulled me in for a kiss. I could not stop myself, he was good looking, and I was extremely horny. I kissed him back as I felt his hands caress my ass. I didn't fight it, I actually enjoyed it. There was a fold up chair in the corner so I told him to grab it and sit down. He did and I did a sexy strip tease for him removing every stitch of clothing other than my shoes. He told me I was gorgeous and I needed to come closer. I did what I was told and he pulled down his jersey. He pulled out his hard cock and I found myself drooling. I wanted it, I wanted it bad. I first went over and got on my knees. I grabbed him and tried to slide that monster down my throat. It wouldn't fit down very far, it was very thick and I tried to do the best I could. He reminded me that we didn't have much time before the bus left. I took the hint and climbed on top of him. He looked at me and said; “Are you sure?” My answer was not in words, I slid down his pole, his thickness filling me. After my body adjusted to his, I bounced up and down on top of his lap, as he sucked on my nipple. I knew this wasn't going to last long, as I was already dripping before I followed him to the shed. He pulled my pony tail and told me that I felt incredible bouncing on his pole. I had to agree. I lifted off of him, I felt empty. I quickly turned to face away from him and slid him back inside of me. I loved the feel of his thickness stretching me wide. I started bouncing on him again, this time harder and faster. He grabbed my hair tightly and yanked back on my head. He grunted and filled my hunger with his cum, which set me off and I came all over his pole. It was hot, I had to hurry but I got dressed and ran out of the shed just in time to get on the bus. I never knew his name, but I was filled with his cum as I rode the bus back home. The bus ride seemed to take forever as I was leaking fluids onto the back seat the entire ride. I always imagined how many times he told his friends about the cock hungry cheerleader he met after the game." I looked at Dakota and assessed the story, do I think it was true or false? I know that she used to be a cheerleader, so I circled true by Dakota's name hoping I was correct. Craig was next in line and I didn't expect to be as turned on as much as I was, hearing Dakota recall her tryst. But I was determined to keep an open mind. Craig cleared his throat, took a good long drink of his beer, and started his story. Craig's Story. "I was 22 when I had an experience that I never thought or drempt of. Her name was Lisa, she was wilder than anyone I have ever been with. Our sex life was well, let's just call it extremely adventurous. One night she said to me, “I'm bored, let's go shopping.” I said; “Okay.” and we hopped into the car. She told me to pull over into the parking lot and I told her, that's the porno shop, she told me that she realizes that. I figured we would get a toy or something. Nope; she had other ideas. She asked where the rooms were, and the guy behind the counter motioned towards the door next to the register. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down a dark hallway. The sign said room 3 and we opened the door and stepped in. Once the door was shut, she pulled me in, there was a chair in the middle facing a TV, she pushed me down and she sat on my lap. I didn't know what I was in for. She turned the TV on and the woman was swallowing his meat. Shoving it in and out of her mouth. She told me it looks good, let's mimic whats on the screen! She opened my pants and fished for my cock. It was out of my under-powered and in her mouth in half a second. Because of the atmosphere, I was already hard and ready to please her. That's when she noticed the little spots on the wall. Holes placed throughout the room, each one about 3 inches big. That's when Lisa told me, I've always wanted to play at the glory hole. I've heard if them before but never actually saw one and never anticipated using one. That's when I noticed it, a monster poking through the wall. I looked at Lisa and she had a wicked grin on her face. She licked her lips, 'yummy' and got down on her knees in front of it. She grabbed it tightly and held it up to her lips, sticking her tongue out and sliding it around the guy's head. I could here him moan from the other side of the thin wall. She went crazy when she heard his moans. Up and down she went on his wood. She sucked, licked and worked him up good. She was removing her clothes as she never missed a lick on his powerful cock. It wasn't long before she was completely naked, I could see the excitement dripping down her leg. If I am at all honest, watching her service some faceless guy was kind of turning me on and my pole was like steel. I slipped behind her and played with her wetness, my fingers quickly slick with her juices. She moaned around the guy's erection and I slid deep inside of her. She kept moaning as I started to pick up the pace behind her. I was pushing her into him and she would bounce back and forth between us. My hands gripped her hips and I pulled her back onto me. It was long before she was begging both of us to fill her up. I could hear him just beyond the wall and even I could tell that he wasn't going to last much longer. I am not sure why, but that motivated me to pound harder into her. She moaned every time I pushed deep and he moaned every time her mouth went farther down his pole. I was right on the edge as I plowed deep in and I filled her with all of my cum. She moaned as she loved the feel of my pulsing pleasure stick as she called it. She was moaning as I felt her walls clench my weapon, milking me for every drop she could get. That is when I heard his grunt as he emptied his own into her mouth. She loved the feeling of having two different guys coming in both sides of her wanting body. She moaned as both men started to get soft. Apparently she wasn't fully satisfied yet. She noticed one of the other walls now had a black cock sticking out. She looked at me and smiled, 'never had one before!' She went over to it and grabbed tightly, stroking it to full length. 'Can I see how far I can get that in my mouth?' She opened her lips and started to slide down, little by little his rod disappeared down her throat. I have to admit I was a little impressed at her skill and more than a little horny by the show she was putting on. She got the thing pretty much down her throat as she started bobbing up and down. A deep voice echoed in my head, 'holy shit girl, your mouth is amazing. ' That's when she pulled off of him, 'you should try my pussy!' She looked at me for approval and I don't know what came over me, I found myself nodding and stroking my own pole. She smiled and turned around. I watched her eyes as she forced her body back towards the wall taking his pole inside of her. At first it was slow, then she bounced back and forth against the wall. She was screaming how incredible it felt to be full. He was moaning and screaming, 'take it baby, take it all!' I just stood there stroking myself as she climbed towards her second orgasm of the night. All he had to do was stay in the wall and she did the rest. She built him up and she was right on the edge of exploding. That is when I went over to her, lifted her chin and blew my load in her face and chest. She screamed as she hit her orgasm and he grunted and said, holy shit, as her eyes opened wide. He was filling her up with his baby juice and she loved every last drop of it. My juices dripping off her chin and onto the floor. She stood up and gathered her clothes, pulled her jeans and her shirt back on. She pushed her panties in her bag and we walked back towards the cash register. She told me that one of her favorite things was feeling his seed dripping down her legs the rest of the night. She looked at me, smiled and said, 'my new favorite store when I'm bored.' I was still reeling from everything, but I had to admit that I often thought about that night and it always led to me stroking myself until I exploded." It was time to vote, did I think this really happened, or did he read it in a story or something? I circled my vote and hoped I was 2 for 2! I looked around, Holly was next, I've always had a little crush on Holly, she was beautiful, highly sexual and loved to dress skimpy and show off her body. I was eager to hear her story. I had to make it through Holly's story, then Nicole, then me, then Stephanie and then our host Steve had his shot to amaze or trick us with his lustful story. Once this game started, I was most interested in Holly's tale. I just knew her sexual life was way more exciting than everyone else's. I was already hard from the game so far and I knew Holly was going to have an amazing story. She began her story and I was hanging on every word. Holly's Story. "So it was right after the divorce was final, I was in a bad way, horny as hell, moody and just plain didn't give a fuck for anyone. I prepared myself to get drunk and order a pizza, so I poured myself a shot and ordered early before I could see straight any longer. 'I have my driver there soon, thanks for calling.' The young kid on the phone said. About 3 shots later, I heard the doorbell ring. I rushed to go get my pizza and I was greeted by a handsome young man, maybe in his mid twenties. He told me his name was Shawn and how much I owed him. I instructed him to put the pizza in the kitchen and I'll get my wallet. I was wearing a sheer robe with nothing on underneath, I always had that fantasy, but I never had the chance when I was married. I grabbed my wallet and headed to the kitchen when I saw Shawn. He was well built, he clearly worked out, and he was staring at my body. I enjoy the attention and make sure that he knows that the tip is up to him. He looked at me confused. 'I can give you money; or you can take what you feel that I owe you.' He looked at my body again, sending shivers up my spine. He told me to turn around and as I did he grabbed my arms. He pushed me against the island in the kitchen and lifted my robe. My bare ass was on full display when he told me to bend over the counter. I did everything he said, I mean it was his tip, he earned it. He dropped down to his knees and held my buttocks in his hands. He asked me to be sure if I was offering everything to him. I said yes, just take what you feel you've earned. He spread my cheeks open and stuck his tongue in the channel between them. I felt like I was going to cum right then. But he took his time as I felt his tongue dip inside my backside. I've never felt this before and my hands gripped the counter tightly. His tongue probed my hole as I felt his fingers slide between my legs. Inch by inch his hands traveled up until I felt them slide in my wetness. There I was, his tongue in my ass and fingers poking in my pussy, I seriously was about to cum just from that, but I told him that he could take whatever he wanted. So he stood up and pushed me against the counter and tear off my robe. I was naked and exposed and begging for him to fuck me. He didn't waste time, he pulled his cock out and pushed it in my dripping wetness. He was not gentle, he forced himself inside, but it was exactly what I wanted. He took me, and I loved every second of it. He grabbed my hair and pulled back on my head so he could grab a hold of my tits. He pounded on me like it was in his job description, and I was so desperate, I came after a short time. He told me he was about to cum, where did I want it. I yelled at him, 'fucking fill me up with it.' A few more strokes and he did just that. When he came down from his explosion, he told me that he needed me to do something for him. Considering what he has done for me, I said, what is it? He said he needed to clean himself up before he went back on deliveries. So I got on my knees and took care of his needs. I may have really done well, because before he left he had also filled my throat full of his cum. On his way out the door he told me what days he works, I told him suddenly on those days Ill be having pizza. He laughed as I closed the door. I was still naked and dripping. I've been getting pizza at least twice a week for months now." Holy shit, I thought to myself, that was hot and in my mind I was picturing her body laying over the counter getting fucked hard. I circled 'true' and took a big drink of my beer. Nicole was next and she looked over at me. She noticed the tent in my lap and whispered, "we'll take care of the tonight!" I knew she had to be feeling frisky as well listening to all of these stories. I knew that she likes these types of stories and I think it does more when it is told as opposed to read. I might have to start reading her stories when I'm in the mood. Nicole looked around at everyone before she began. Everyone was eager to hear another story and I'm sure all of the guys were hard and all the women were wet. The tent tonight is going to be filled with moaning and grunting, I'm sure of it. So Nicole cleared her throat and looked around, then she started her story. Nichole's Turn. "I's just turned 18 years old, and on an exchange program to Great Britain when I met this guy, Cameron at a club. He came right over to me and said 'hey' and his accent made my legs go week and I was already starting to get wet. He told me that he and a few of his friends were hanging out in a booth in the corner, did I want to join them. I accepted and he took my hand and led me to the corner. The corner was dark, and two guys were already seated at the table. He introduced me to

  • September 28 · length unknown

    Sexual Equity - Orientation: Part 2

    Sexual Equity: Part 2 An orientation to the obligations of Sexual Equity. In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. Forward: About New Dorset. New Dorset is an island, and nation-state, in the northeast Pacific. Located 450 km southwest of the Baja California peninsula, it is the largest territory (other than Antarctica) to have no native population when first discovered by Europeans. It was first discovered in 1533 by Spanish explorers, but no Spanish presence was ever established, and it was disputed between Spain and Britain until Spain withdrew its claim in 1815. It was colonized by the British beginning in the early 1800s, and given its independence along with other British dominions in 1931. New Dorset is a constitutional monarchy with a parliamentary government, with a constitution in broad terms similar to that of the United Kingdom and many former British colonies, but governed under the unique principles of Sexual Equity. New Dorset has 8,671,074 inhabitants. and the capitol is Dorchester. The Duchies, or provinces are: Bathurst, whose capitol is also Dorchester, has 832,092. Wilmot-Horton, whose capitol is Portsmouth, has 2.046,189. Goderich, whose capitol is Poole, has 1,100,280. Deltaland, whose capitol is Stafford, has 1,195,146. Alicia, whose capitol is Taylorville, has 1,024,764. Helenia, whose capitol is Jenkins, has 1,040,141. Louisia, whose capitol is Kibblewhite, has 537,428. Beatricia, whose capitol is Packman, has 895,034. Orientation begins: Twelve women in the their twenties and thirties, dressed in pantsuits or blazers and skirts, file in to the conference room and sit around the table. At first, they talk of their journeys here to the capital; soon he discussion turns to constituency office staffing and committee assignments. Finally an older woman, about fifty, comes in, wearing a “State Service Office” badge on a lanyard. “Hello. Welcome to State Service Orientation. I’m Rebecca Upston, the Parliamentary Commissioner for State Service. Angela, who usually does new officeholder orientation, is off today, so you get me; I’m the head of the program. Thanks for coming on time. I know this seems uncomfortable and frightful for some of you, but don’t worry, for almost everyone orientation, and service generally, turns out to be a good experience. Can you introduce yourselves? Just first names here. You can call me Rebecca.” They go around the room, and each says her name. Rebecca makes a point of repeating them back. “Georgia.” “Eva.” “Lucy.” “Holly.” “Bella.” “Brooke.” “Samantha.” “Jasmine.” “Sophie.” “Madison.” “Summer.” “Elizabeth.” Rebecca says, “Great. And most of you are new members of the Legislative Assembly from; which province was it, Deltaland, right? Except Sophie, who won the federal by election in MacVicar, and Lucy, who is the newest city council member in Poole. Her election was just two days ago. Thanks for coming down so quickly. “Congratulations to all of you on running for and winning office, on being chosen to represent and lead your people. What we are here for today may not seem like it has much to do with what you do in the legislature, but you’ll see that it does. “I was an MP for twelve years and on my city council for four years before that, so even before this job, I did my share of state service. A lot of women come in with ideas about service that are pretty far off, so even though we provide you with written materials, we have everyone do an in-person orientation. You’ve all read the ‘Your Service Obligation’ booklet, right?” A series of nods. “All right. Let’s begin he orientation by letting me show you through your part of the selection process. Servitrixes , that’s what we call women who have a service obligation, go online each month and sign up for service room assignments. By the way, in real life nobody ever calls them ‘service rooms,’ they’re always called ‘cribs,’ except in the paperwork. Anyway, the Service Office will send you the date each month when you’re eligible to select times and places. You get a different date depending on whether you’re a minister, an MP, an MLA, or what. If it’s available, you’re allowed to choose any crib, anywhere. Usually, you’ll want to pick one near where you work, but it’s up to you.” She calls the web site up on the projector and goes through a sample assignment selection process. “You pick the number of appointments you need each month for your obligation. Each appointment time lasts an hour. Ten minutes at the beginning is for preparation and fifteen at the end is for clean-up, so if you have two crib assignments in a row, you’ll have a twenty-five minute break in between.” “What if we forget to sign up?” asks Georgia. “Well, you can always sign up late, and be limited to whatever crib spaces are available. We’ll try to accommodate you if we can. Ultimately, it’s your responsibility to make sure you can fulfil your service obligation. If you don’t, you can end up before the Joint Disciplinary Committee, and ultimately lose your seat. So don’t do that. Sign up early, get convenient crib assignments, do your service, and then go back and run the country. That’s how service is supposed to work. All the details are on the help pages online.” “OK, so that’s how you’ll sign up. I want to give you a a general idea about how patrons (men who receive service) sign up too. Patrons sign up on a weekly basis instead of a monthly basis, and select their preferences from the service room assignments you’ve chosen. They select their preferred times and servitrixes, and the system matches them up. There are a lot more men who want to receive service than servitrixes to provide it, so there’s a complicated system for building the waiting list. Patrons get priority firstly on how long they’ve been waiting, then on whether they live in the constituency of the woman in question, and last on whether they’ve received any honors – lords, knights and members of the various orders of merit all have their own priority levels.” “I thought earls and lords could get service anytime they wanted,” asked Lucy. “No, just the duke of each province and the king. Nobles get some preference, but if a regular man with no honors has been waiting longer than an earl, he will get service even if the earl has to wait. Where the honors make a difference is in whether they get their first choice of servitrix. Samantha asks, "Why do we sign up monthly when men sign up weekly?” “It just works out better that way; it allows women to establish their schedules in advance, which is especially important for women like the foreign minister, who has to make sure she squeezes in her service obligation in between foreign trips. For men, it’s easier to pick appointment times closer to when they’ll actually go, and weekly signups allow the waiting lists to shuffle more often, which gives a sense of progress, even if the wait isn’t really any different in the long run. As long as you sign up on time for your assignments, the difference won’t affect you. "Oh, one other thing you should know: if a crib isn’t being used, servitrixes can sign up to use it for whatever they want; either take a friend down there, or just use the lounge to take a nap or something. Perk bookings open up at the beginning of the week, after any late assignments. "Any other questions? OK, they should be ready for us in the cribs now.” Rebecca leads the women out of the conference room and into the hall. They pause in the Grand Hall on the way to the stairs. “Parliament House is a beautiful place to work. State service reminds us of our responsibility to the citizens, but the building reminds us how glorious our country is and what a privilege it is to lead it. We who work here are fortunate, especially the MPs. State service might seem like an heavy burden at times, but it’s a small price to pay. I don’t regret a day of it.” They descend a stairway and travel down another hall, and come to an alcove marked Service Rooms; East, where two athletic men in their twenties are standing. “Hello, Ms. Upston.” “Hello, gentlemen,” says Rebecca. “These are two of our instructors. We don’t use names for our patrons, so for now we’ll just call them Mr. M and Mr. V.” They exchange a round of greetings. Rebecca addresses a woman in a security uniform sitting behind a glass window in the back of the alcove. “Hi, Harper,” says Rebecca. “Harper here is our first line of security. We know you are in a vulnerable position with you don’t know, so we take security very seriously at the Service Office, especially here at Parliament House. We show you this side during orientation so you can feel confident in your safety. You’ve all gone through body scanners to get into Parliament House. Security’s even tighter down here. No man can get into the cribs until the guard gives them a key and buzzes them in. Harper, can you check in Mr. M and Mr. V?” Harper checks their IDs and then passes two plastic rings through the window, and the two men each take one. Mr. M puts the ring on a finger, then presses the ring to a badge reader next to a door; Harper presses a button and the door opens. A short hallway is visible, with another door at the other end. Rebecca says, “The door opens only when guard buzzes the doors at the same time the key is used. Every entrance and exit to the cribs is protected by a set of double doors, which can’t open at the same time, so nobody can sneak through.” Mr. M leads the others through the hallway, and they find themselves in a room with a bench, a row of lockers, and a stack of what look like towels on a shelf above a hamper. There are doors marked To Exit and Washroom/Showers, and a hallway marked To Service Rooms. Rebecca says “There are twenty cribs in Parliament House: seven in the south wing, ten in the west wing, and this the smallest set, with just three. Usually all the Parliament House cribs are pretty busy. Backbench MPs usually do service in Parliament House, as do ministers of the major departments like the Foreign Ministry and Defense, since those offices don’t have their own cribs. Ministers whose offices are in the North and South Executive Buildings generally use the cribs there. "This is the locker room for the east cribs. Men can’t take anything into the cribs with them from the outside, anything at all. No clothes, no jewelry, nothing except their ring key. They have to take off everything and leave it here. Gentlemen, will you demonstrate?” The instructors remove their shoes, pants, and shirts and put them in lockers. Mr. V removes a gold chain from around his neck; Mr. M removes a piercing from his ear, a gold ring from his finger, and a wristwatch. All go in the lockers. Finally, they remove their underwear, and turn around, facing the officeholders totally nude except for the plastic ring keys on their fingers. Rebecca says, “Please, take a good look,” and the two instructors pause as the women examine them.. A few titters escape the women’s mouths. Rebecca says, “We always get a few gigglers here at orientation. But you’ll have to get used to seeing men like this. We’ll talk more about that later. First, let’s finish seeing security. Meanwhile, Mr. M takes one of the cloths that look like towels. "These wraps are all patrons are allowed to wear,” he says. “It’s not much, but having something makes most of us more comfortable while we wait.” He puts it around his lower torso and presses it closed. “There’s no pockets or anything, so you can see why the keys are made like rings; we don’t have to worry about losing them. We need the ring to open our locker and get our clothes after service.” Mr. V also takes a wrap and puts it on. They continue on into the hallway marked To Waiting Room. In the hallway is another security checkpoint with a fullbody scanner, with entry and exit doors; a male security officer stands behind a glass wall. Rebecca says, “We’re always extra careful. We know you’re in the public eye and we don’t want anything to happen to any of you. So we have another checkpoint here. Lucas here does a visual inspection, and then the scanner verifies that the man has left absolutely everything in the locker room.” The scanner door opens, Mr. M steps inside, and the door closes behind him. Lucas says, “Please remove your wrap, sir.” Mr. M does, and the guard makes a point of examining him thoroughly. “You may put it back now, sir,” says Lucas. Mr. M does so, and then Lucas operates the scanner, which is silent. “Thank you, sir,” says Lucas, and the rear scanner door opens. Mr. M goes through the door, and it closes behind him. Lucas goes through the same procedure with Mr. V. Rebecca says, “Only patrons are allowed in the waiting room, so we will be heading out now.” Bella says, “Is there something special in the waiting room that we can’t see?” “Yes, actually. Official portraits. At one point, it was decided that the old practice of displaying portraits of past and present ministers and officers of Parliament was one of the honors women would renounce. Instead, it was decided that official portraits would be made in the act of giving service, and they would be displayed in the waiting rooms to help patrons get in the proper mood.” Lucy is alarmed. “But they said service was private, that nobody got to see us.” “Well, nobody gets to see except the patrons. This is why you’re not allowed in there. The waiting room is highly restricted. Nobody is ever allowed in except men waiting for service. Even I’ve never seen any of the official portraits except my own.” Sophie says, “I’d like to know about that.” Rebecca laughs. “Maybe later. Anyway, don’t worry, only ministers and a few others are required to have their portraits posted, and in any case only the men actually waiting for service can see them. We can have no expectation of privacy from our patrons. And the portraits do an important job, of helping patrons get themselves ready for what is about to happen. It’s just another kind of service.” “Anyway, when the woman in the crib signals that she’s ready to begin, there will be an announcement in the waiting room. The man then uses his key to access the hallway that leads to the crib, and then the crib itself. The main security office has a door to the hall, to come if you call, and the hall is also used by housekeeping staff who wipe up and change the linens after every appointment. "For now, our instructors will stay in the waiting room while we go around to the women’s entrance.” Rebecca leads the women out through the locker room and a series of hallways with doors back to the service room entrance alcove. She counts the women, and says “Harper, we’re all clear.” Rebeca leads the women back to the stairwell. “We actually have to go up and over to get to the women’s entrances. We don’t want any mistakes.” Lucy asks, “Are all cribs this secure?” “Well, mostly. No matter what, we always have separate men’s and women’s entrances, and there’s always a guard on the men’s side who makes sure patrons can’t bring anything inside, monitors who enters the cribs, and who is there to help if called. But all security is stronger for our national leaders. The truth is that we’ve never had a problem where somebody who wasn’t supposed to be in a crib tried to get in to hurt someone, not even here in the capital.” Rebecca leads them up the stairs, back through a set of hallways, and down another stairway. At the bottom, a woman in a security uniform sits at a counter, behind another glass window with a locked door. Rebecca says, “Matilda here will check your IDs and buzz you in.” Matilda checks each ID before allowing the group through another set of double doors into another hallway, this one with doors labeled E1 through E3. Rebecca says, “We’re going to do most of the rest of orientation in E1, but that’s an extra-large crib we use for orientations and other special occasions. Before we go there, I want to show you E2, which is a regular crib. The first room is your lounge, where you can freshen up. There’s a small washroom with a toilet and shower, and an area where you can rest and change clothes. Then after that is the crib itself, which has a bed, a chair, and a stool. I’ll explain that in a bit, but go on into E2 and see what it’s like.” Rebecca opens the door with her badge. Each goes into E2 and looks around. The lounge has an area rug covering most of the floor, a daybed and a small clothes closet with a mirror on the door. The washroom is small but well stocked with toiletries. Next to the door to the crib is wall decoration reading “Happiness / Gratitude / Humility” and a small whiteboard marked “Today’s code: 2701”. Inside the crib is a full-size bed, made up with just a fitted sheet. It’s pressed up against the wall on one side, and on the other side there’s a low chest of drawers. Across from it there’s also a chair with a seat raised off the ground, and a very low stool in front of it. This room has a rug on the floor also. On the far wall is a door marked Men’s Exit. Next to the door back to the lounge there are some pushbuttons and a keypad. After each has a look, Rebecca reaches into the E2 lounge, presses a button on the wall marked Finished, and exits the room, closing the E2 door behind her. Then she shows the officeholders into E1. The lounge here is similar, but much larger, with two couches and a large closet, and mirrors lining the walls; the washroom has a toilet and shower but also a whirlpool bath. It has the same decoration and whiteboard next to the crib door. Rebecca says, “This is the biggest crib we have, which is why we use it for orientation: there’s no way this many women could fit in E2. At the same time, E2 is much more like the cribs you’ll be using. This room is booked up quickly. "Now is when you will be first introduced to what State Service is really like. The first step is to change your clothes. You should remove everything: clothes, jewelry, hair bands, whatever you have on, and put on a service robe. Let me know if your robe is too long; it shouldn’t go down to your knees.” She opens the closet and hands each woman a garment bag and a thigh-length, very sheer robe. Eva looks at the robe and asks, “What’s the point of wearing this thing? There’s not even any lace. They can see everything anyway, we might as well just be naked.” Rebecca says, “Yes, Eva, it doesn’t hide anything, but that’s not the point of wearing this. We provide service not only in what we do but in how we look, and not only in how we look to the men but how we look to ourselves. Nudity isn’t necessarily sexy; it can be pretty ordinary. We’re all nude when we take baths, or change our clothes. These robes are a reminder, partially to the men but mostly to ourselves, that we are here in their service. In here, we reveal ourselves in every way, even If we wear a robe, even if we do what usually conceals. So we’re more nude than nude in these. And before you ask, yes I’ll be wearing one too. Out there, I’m a Parliamentary Commissioner; when I come in here, I’m a woman providing service, like any of you. Counselors and managers in the Service Office are the only women other than elected officials who have a citizen service obligation. "So, please place your clothes in the garment bags; we’ll put them in the

  • September 27 · length unknown

    Sexual Equity: Part 1

    Sexual Equity: Whosoever.. A Sci Fi Fantasy Story. Ryan makes a visit to the West Service Rooms. In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your Servant. Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different experience. Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window. "I'm Ryan Ganter, I have a 1400 hours appointment," he says to the guard. "ID, please?" Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his computer. "Yes, you're in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome. You're quite early; fourteen is actually the time we expect you to check in, and your service will start later. Here is your key." The guard hands him a grey plastic ring. "You put it on your finger. When I buzz you through the doors, you'll need to press it up on the reader at the same time. You'll also use it for your locker. Put absolutely everything you have in your locker: all your clothes, your phone, any jewelry you may have, absolutely everything you have except that key. There are wraps for you to wear; that and your key are all you can bring inside. Once everything you have is in your locker, you can go through screening and into the waiting room. Got it?" Ryan nods, and the guard buzzes him through a pair of doors into a locker room. There's two other men there, a burly one taking off his clothes, and another one wearing glasses putting his back on. Ryan says nothing, finds a locker and begins putting his jacket and shoes into it. He notices the man taking his clothes off has finished, and has taken a cloth from a stack on a shelf and wrapped it around his lower torso, from his midsection to just above his knees.. Ryan takes a wrap too and continues undressing. He has only his underwear on when he puts the wrap around himself and seals the Velcro. "Hey, you should know, they won't let you in with underwear on. Just the wrap," says the man in glasses. "Oh, thanks," says Ryan, and pulls his underwear down without taking the wrap off. He puts it in the locker and locks it, now with nothing at all except the wrap around his lower torso and the plastic ring key on his finger. Ryan looks around and notices that the connecting passages are labeled To Waiting Room and Washrooms/Showers. A digital clock on the wall reads 1300. Ryan thinks to himself that maybe being clean would be a good for this, so he goes into the washroom, where he is alone. The shower area is communal, with several shower heads coming out from the walls. He puts his wrap on a hook and enters the showers. He's lathering himself up when another man enters the washroom, wearing a wrap. Bashful, Ryan covers his crotch with his hands. The man says "Kid, you better get used to being naked if you're going to come here." As if to prove it, he removes the wrap and puts it over his shoulder before going up to a urinal. Ryan looks away and finishes showering. By the time he's done, the other man is gone, so he dries himself off with a towel and puts the wrap back on. Back out in the locker room, the clock now reads 13:10. Ryan heads down the hallway marked To Waiting Room. He turns a corner and sees a security checkpoint, with a young male guard and a full-body scanner. He enters the full-body scanner and a door closes behind him, enclosing him on all sides. "Sir, I need to conduct a visual on you. Please remove your wrap." Ryan slowly unfastens the wrap and holds it in his hands. The guard closely examines Ryan's body, from head to toe, and asks Ryan to turn so the guard can see all sides. Ryan is very uncomfortable but complies. After the guard finishes, satisfied, he says. "Ok, you may put your wrap back on, sir." Ryan does, and then the guard operates the scanner. It is silent, and the guard opens a door to let him proceed. 'Very well, sir. The waiting room is beyond the next door. When she's ready, you'll hear an announcement. Enjoy your service, sir." Ryan says "Thanks," unlocks the next door with his key and walks through to a waiting room. While he's getting his bearings Ryan hears an announcement: "Mr. Bennett, please accept service now in W5. Mr. Bennett, W5." A man gets up and, using his key, goes through a door marked To Service Rooms. Ryan sees magazines on the side tables, and a television on one side of the room displaying a soccer match silently, with captions. A number of men sit around the room, some looking at magazines or at the television, and some looking at a series of framed photos on all the walls. Around the room there are framed photos of naked women, just their faces and torsos, with their legs off the edge of the photo. Looking closer, Ryan sees that each woman is in the middle of intercourse, although all you can see of the man is his penis, coming in from outside the frame to enter the woman. Ryan finds the sight of this a bit much. He sees a reader with a display on the wall, and tests his key: sure enough, it displays his name, the number of his locker, and "13:15, 14:00 appt, W7 15:10." So Ryan guesses he'll be here for nearly two hours before he will actually get in. Fortunately, he likes soccer. He watches the match until it's over, and then begins reading a sports magazine. Eventually, he hears his own name: "Mr. Ganter, please accept service in W7." He gets up, unlocks the To Service Rooms door with his key, and enters a hallway. Following signs, he turns to the right and continues to the door for W7. Hesitating just a bit, he uses his key to unlock that door, and walk in. The door closes behind him before he can take in what he's seeing. A woman, who looks to be about thirty-five though Ryan knows she is older, kneels on the floor before him, wearing only the sheerest of robes, which hides nothing. Her long light brown hair reaches down to touch her breasts, which are round and high on her body. With a professional smile, she says, "Hello, my name is Judy. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?" Ryan can hardly get a word out. "Wow..." Judy's smile becomes more genuine. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad my appearance pleases you." Ryan continues to stare. "Um.. well... could you.. maybe... get up so I could see all of you?" "Of course, sir." Judy gets up off the ground and pushes the small bench she was kneeling on over to the side of the room. She opens her arms wide, spreads her legs slightly, and turns in a full circle. Her robe hides nothing; he can see her breasts, her derri re. She is hairless, so he can see her cleft. "I can see you find this arousing, sir. May I remove your wrap?" Ryan can't speak but nods. Judy pulls the wrap off with one hand and runs her other hand down his erect penis before turning to hang the wrap on a hook by the door Ryan had used. She turns back to him and again kneels, this time on the floor. "Sir, I am here to serve. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?" Ryan starts off, "Pre" before Judy interrupts him. "No, sir, in here I am just Judy. Please call me Judy, sir." Ryan nods and says "Judy. I want to ... I want to fuck you." "Of course, sir," says Judy. "What if I lie on the bed, and you get on top?" Not waiting for an answer, she removes her robe and hangs it on a hook on the far side of the room. Ryan finally notices the bed against the wall as, now fully naked, she lies on it. "Sir, please come here and fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me." Ryan doesn't wait for a second invitation. He gets up on the bed, crawls to a point between her legs and points his penis toward her vagina. "Just a minute, sir," she says, as she guides him inside her. "Yes, please sir, please fuck me." Ryan begins thrusting. But, though an effort of will, he stops himself and pulls out, sitting up in front of her. "No! Not yet. I want more." Judy looks up at him quizzically. "Of course, sir. How may I serve you?" Ryan says "I want... I want to touch you." Ryan gets off the bed and begins using his hands: he gropes Judy's breasts, rubs her nipples with his fingertips, and reaches down and moves his fingers up and down through her outer lips, which makes Judy moan slightly. "Sir, that's good." Ryan turns her away from him onto her side, and begins groping her buttock. "Please, sir, not too hard... ah, thank you sir," says Judy. After a moment of this he begins using one hand on her buttock and reaches the other around her and holds her breast, squeezing gently and then rubbing, which elicits an " Ah, Ah," from Judy. Finally, Ryan has her get on hands and knees, gets behind her on the bed, and enters her vagina from behind. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, sir," says Judy. This time Ryan doesn't stop himself and he comes. Breathing heavily, he pulls out, rolling away from Judy, pushing his back against the wall. After a moment, Judy gets up off the bed, kneels, and starts to speak. "On—" "Wait," interrupts Ryan, "do we have any more time?" Judy says "Yes, sir, we've only been a few minutes. Are you not satisfied with your service?" "Yeah. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions." "Oh. Sir. I can't answer anything about what I do on the outside in here, sir." "No, I just wanted to know... how can you do this? Out there, you're... you. In here, you begged me to fuck you. You don't even know me. I mean, that's so wild." Judy pauses. "Well, sir, I asked you to fuck me because I knew it's what you wanted — although I wanted it too. In here or out there, I'm a woman. My pussy may not be on display when I'm outside, but it's always there underneath my clothes, and sometimes I get horny and wet and I want to have a cock like yours inside." "But whatever my feelings are, when I'm in here, I'm here to serve you, sir, and the men who come after you. That's what Sexual Equity is, the system we live under, the bargain we made so I can do what I do. And I believe in that system, sir, truly. My service in here makes me better at what I do, out there." Ryan stares at her, nonplussed. "Sir, I can tell you don't understand. Let me try again." Judy rises from the floor and sits on the side of the bed next to Ryan, who moves to lie on his back, looking up at her. She reaches out to his penis with one hand and begins to stroke it. "I don't just do this because it's a condition of my job. When people give service to others, in any way, it changes us for the better. Service gives us a sense of purpose and satisfaction. By easing stress, it makes us happier and healthier. And when we serve others it not only helps others feel closer to us, but also helps us feel closer to them. Giving of ourselves helps us see the kindness and generosity in others. I don't know if you're a Christian, sir, but Christ commands us to serve others, as He served the people in His days on earth." Judy gets up on the bed, kneeling alongside him, facing him. She picks up Ryan's hand and places it on her breast, and then begins to use both her hands to massage him, alternately lightly touching his scrotum and stroking and squeezing his penis, which is beginning to harden again.. "Sex is another way that people become closer together — literally, since we touch each other, but being open and vulnerable with our bodies makes us feel open and vulnerable emotionally, too. You must feel closer to me now, sir, than you did when you came in." Ryan manages to grunt, "uh-huh." His penis is again becoming fully erect. "This is even more true for women. When you're inside me, and I'm all around you, it feels like you're not separate from me, but part of me." Judy moves over to sit astride Ryan; she opens her labia with one hand and guides Ryan's penis to enter her vagina with the other. "And when it's over, you come in me, and my body absorbs the fluid. You literally do become part of who I am." She moves herself up and down slowly on Ryan's penis; he moans. "So if serving you makes me feel close to you, and sex makes me feel close to you, then serving you with sex makes me feel as close as I can ever feel with another person." "You're right, sir, I don't know you; I'll never know your name." She picks up his hand off her breast and kisses it, then takes both his hands and pulls them around to her derri re. "Sir, hold my ass, pull me in tight. I don't learn your name because in this room you are not just yourself, but a representative of all the people of our country. I serve you, and fuck you, so that I can feel as close as possible to all the people you represent. Feel as though everyone in the country is part of me." She continues moving herself up and down, grinding on Ryan's genitals. "My service to you makes my feelings, wants and needs as closely aligned with my country's as they can possibly be. And that's why doing what we're doing now makes me better at what I do outside this room." She moves up and down more quickly, grinds harder. "I hope this feels good, sir. I want to make you come, sir, so I can feel closer to everyone. Sir, can you come one more time for me?" Ryan could. Judy slowly gets off Ryan and lies on the bed. Ryan's still on his back; she's on her side, her face next to his. After a moment, she kisses his cheek and says, "Is there any other way I can serve you, sir?" Ryan shakes his head no. He can hardly move; he is drained. She moves closer and whispers in his ear, "I love my country, sir, and right now, you are my country." She lies there for two minutes, resting her hand on his arm, their naked bodies touching. Nothing more is said. Eventually she kisses his cheek again and leaves the bed. She takes the very thin robe from its hook, and puts it on; Ryan can't see why, since it doesn't hide anything. She then kneels on the floor; Ryan turns to look. "Sir, I have to go now." She looks at a clock on the wall. "It won't be long before they ask you to leave so they can clean. Your ring key will open the exit door." She then recites, "On behalf of His Majesty's Government, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service." She rises and moves toward the rear door. Ryan calls, "Wait!" She looks questioningly back at him. "Could you just turn around, let me look at you one more time? I want to remember this." Judy smiles, and again holds out her arms and does a slow twirl, while Ryan stares at her body. "Um, thanks," Ryan says. "Of course, sir. And I mean it sincerely when I say, thank you for letting me serve you." She turns to type a code into a hidden keypad, unlocking the rear door; she exits the room. Ryan lies there for another moment before getting off the bed, putting the wrap back around himself and using the ring key to open the door he had come in. Judy closes the door behind her and exhales. Going to the closet, she places her robe in a hamper. She checks the clock again, regrets that she doesn't have time to take her usual shower, and begins to put her clothes back on: underwear, white silk top, navy blazer and skirt, dark stockings and low pumps. She takes just a moment to brush out her hair, and exits. Her assistant is outside the Service Office entrance. "Prime Minister." "Hello, Jules," says Judy. "Well. It's been a long time since I've had a first-timer. It's better than I remember. Anyway. What's next?" "Well, Prime Minister, they're waiting in your office for your Question Time briefing, and then you have the Transport Minister at 16:30." "When's my next service appointment?" "Tonight at 20, and tomorrow morning you have two in a row, at seven-thirty and eight-thirty, before prime minister's questions start at ten." "Thanks. I'd better get ready for Question Time," says Judy. They head up the stairs. To be continued in part 2, by oolonroosevelt for Literotica

  • September 26 · length unknown

    A Night of Sweet Treats: Part 2

    A Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 2. The Consummations. Based on a post by MoonlitOpal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Sam's eyes grew wide as he grinned. "You really did think of everything, didn't you?" "Yep." I placed the box on the table beside the couch, then stood before Sam and slowly took off my dress. I was trembling with excitement, and as his hungry stare moved over me, I felt my nipples harden beneath my stretch lace underwire bra. "You're beautiful, Iris," he whispered. I grinned and went to Sam, leaning forward so I could give him a deep kiss. Then I climbed onto the couch, kneeling beside him. Without speaking, I began trying to unfasten his pants, but my hands were shaking so much, I struggled with the simple task. I was grateful when Sam took over. Once he had his pants and underwear down around his thighs, I stared at his glorious erection, which pulsed in time with his heartbeat. Looking up at Sam's face again, I saw that his gaze was pleading, full of the same need overtaking me, and I wanted more than anything to make him feel good. Extending my hand, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, and it twitched in my grasp. As I began gently stroking, Sam let his head fall back, a low groan emerging from deep in his throat. I delighted in the silkiness of his flesh. Sliding the pad of my thumb over his cock head, I felt a drop of moisture. My mouth watered when I thought about tasting it. Eagerly I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his purple cock tip. Now Sam was trembling, too, and his obvious excitement made me brave enough to swirl my tongue all around the lovely mushroom head. The slight saltiness of his skin, combined with a trace of sweetness from his pre-cum, filled me with carnal lust. "Iris," he moaned while brushing my hair back from my face. Grasping his erection, I planted kisses along the entire length of his rigid veiny shaft. I inhaled his scent, which only heightened my arousal. I was soaking wet between my thighs. Finally I wrapped my lips constricting tight around Sam's throbbing cock. The sound of his heavy breathing competed with the volume of the dramatic organ music from the television, and the flickering light from the horror movie screen, fell on my face as I did my best to pleasure him. I wasn't able to take much at first. As soon as his cock reached the back of my tongue, I had to suppress my gag reflex. He was careful not to thrust his hips, instead letting me set the pace. I recalled the technique of relaxing my throat and tongue. While saliva trickled from my mouth to coat his cock, I stroked him, then lowered my lips until I reached my hand. "Ah, fuck!" he cried. "Iris, that feels so good!" I'd never heard Sam use vulgar words before, and I took it as a compliment. He seemed lost to his lust, and to the feel of my licking and sucking and stroking. I tried again to take him deeper, exhaling as another inch of his cock disappeared between my lips. It was then that I felt Sam caress my back, his fingertips running along my spine. While I fondled his balls and used my tongue to give plenty of attention to the underside of his cock, he reached between my thighs. I moaned when he began rubbing me through my stretch lace panties. At first, his touch was a little too low, but I wasn't about to lift my head from his cock and give him directions. Then his fingers homed in on my clit, and I moaned even louder, letting him know he'd reached just the right spot. "I love how wet you are," he told me in a guttural voice. I was glad he found it exciting, because my body seemed intent on producing a copious amount of lubrication for my first time. As Sam continued massaging my clit, I shivered from the sheer pleasure of it, and I realized I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to feel him orgasm while my lips were wrapped around his cock. "Iris, I'm close," he suddenly warned me. I heard his gasp when I continued sucking, hollowing my cheeks in the process. "Iris, oh God!" I moaned, letting him know I didn't want him to hold back. His balls constricted and his sack transformed into a tight rounded pouch at the base of his petrified shaft He let out a loud cry. I withdrew a bit and locked my lips firmly securely at the ridge of his crown's swollen ridge, as his whole body tensed, The first rope of semen landed on my tongue. Quickly I swallowed, tasting the hot saltiness of it, and my tongue caressing the underside frenulum of his glorious crown. More spunk quickly followed, and despite my best efforts, it was impossible for me to get it all down. Some escaped my lips, but I didn't raise my head until Sam was completely spent. Finally licked up the streams of cum which escaped and ran down his shaft. One last gentle suck of his crown and I sat up. Grinning, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stared at me, seemingly transfixed. "Was that okay?" I asked. "That was fucking fantastic!" he panted, still catching his breath. "My God, if you're a virgin, how did you learn to do that?" "By reading how-to articles, YouTube instructional videos, and watching porn," I confessed with a grin. Sam laughed, then pulled me close so he could give me a gentle kiss. "Thank you for that," he whispered against my lips. "I enjoyed doing it," I whispered back. "It made me excited, knowing I was exciting you so much." His eyes were full of affection as he regarded me. "No pressure, but if you still want tonight to be our first time, it won't take me long to get hard again," he revealed. "Now that's good to know," I said, then tilted my head back while Sam's lips traveled over my neck. "What should we do in the meantime, Sam?" "I think we should see if I can make you come while my face is buried between your thighs," he replied, his breath warm against my skin. I released a whimper, unable to hide my eagerness as I nodded. Sam stood facing me, and began to undress. His cock was semi flaccid, but still rather full and dangled so deliciously for my entertainment. Sitting on the couch before him, I was far too impatient to go slow. Instead, I hurriedly reached behind me to unhook my underwire bra before tossing it toward his lovely cock. The cool air greeted my erect nipples, making them even harder, and Sam fixed his stare on my tits. I couldn't resist cupping them in my hands and pushing them together for his benefit. "Iris, you're killing me," he groaned. I watched as he pulled down his boxer briefs and stepped out of them. Now that he was completely nude, I allowed myself several long moments to take in the gorgeous sight. Like me, Sam would be considered average by many people, yet I found him so sexy, I'd already creamed my panties. That thought reminded me I still had on my wet underwear. Snapping out of my lust-filled daze, I turned sideways and laid my head on the sofa's armrest, then arched my ass up and yanked off my panties, then spread my legs wide. Sam wasn't joking when he told me it wouldn't take him long to get hard again. He was already semi-erect, and as I planted my feet on the cushion, keeping my knees bent, his gaze settled between my thighs. For a long moment, Sam studied me, as if he wanted to commit the sight of my naked body to memory. He took in my flowing hair and the costume jewelry earrings and choker, His eyes diverted to my ruby red lipstick, then my mascara eyelashes. He gazed a while on the natural recline of my C cup tits, and especially the dark stiff nipples now swollen like chapel spires from two hills. He licked his lips as he took in my dramatically narrowed waist and the ruby studded navel piercing. But when he moved to kneel on the other end of the sofa, he locked his gaze on the glossy wet lips of my cunt, and the bulging stiff reddened nub of my horny clit. The trimmed and manicured mound of my mons seemed to invite him to frolic in my newly-mowed lawn. Then he began stroking his cock, his chest rapidly rising and falling with each shallow breath. When Sam leaned over me, I thought he would ravish me right the, But he placed a stiff arm next to my head and reached up toward the table behind me, I thought he was reaching for the box of condoms, but he only turned on the lamp. I tried not to flinch in the sudden light, for it had been far easier to be uninhibited in the shadows. "I want to get a good look at you," he said in a husky voice, then he knelt back on his haunches, and leaned forward so he was at eye level with my most intimate place. I fought the bashful urge to close my legs and hide myself. "I can't wait to taste you," Sam whispered, placing both hands inside each of my knees, then slowing sliding them up my inner thighs, til he stopped at my crotch. His thumbs then worked gently, probing my cunt lips. His index fingers ran through the pubes of my mound. Then he began drawing his fingertips between my wet, swollen inner folds. His mere touch brought a cry from my lips. He gently spread my cunt folds wide as he lowered his mouth to kiss my mons fur. Then he extended his tongue and licked my hood, I knew he was gathering traces of my juices on his tongue. His kisses were gentle while he traveled inward. By the time his mouth was just touching my clit, I was writhing on the couch, desperate for him. Sam's eyes turned up and met mine. "Let me know what feels good, and what you want me to keep doing," he murmured, and I readily nodded. I honestly wasn't sure what to expect. Of course I'd imagined how this would feel, but imagining was worlds apart from actually experiencing. I was convinced I'd enjoy it, yet I wondered if it would be all that much different from the sensation I derived from touching myself. But oh God! It was different! As Sam sucked at my smooth outer lips, drawing them into his mouth, I couldn't hold back my mewls of pleasure. He gently spread me open with his fingers, and I stared down at him, my eyes widening when his tongue slid from my entrance to my clit. "Yes!" I cried. My hips began their rhythmic rocking, as if I were already fucking. I heightened my bliss by fondling my nipples, rolling those peaks between my fingers. Sam gazed up at me, and the blatant lust in his eyes made a shudder course through my body. The sound and feel of his eager lapping at my folds, and the warmth of his mouth mingling with my heat, was almost enough to make me orgasm right then and there. But he was far from finished with me. His lips gently circled my clit, almost teasingly, before he began lashing the swollen nub of flesh with his tongue. My plaintive cries filled the room. "Sam, oh God, keep doing that, please!" I begged. He happily complied, working his tongue against my clit at a relentless pace. I buried my fingers in his hair, resisting the urge to press his mouth even harder against me. Yet he seemed to sense what I needed, for he grabbed my hips, holding me firmly to him. My face was hot, and my tits heaved as I breathed hard and fast. "I'm gonna come!" I wailed. "I'm so close!" Sam moaned at my words. He rose up and took my wrists away from my tits, placing them up over the armrest where my head was. He set his elbows beside my ribs and his fingers began pinching and rolling my rock-hard nipples. He body sank down on mine and his mouth landed directly on my engorged cunt. He resumed showing my clit no mercy. The stimulation was almost more than I could bear, but my thighs began shaking, signaling that my body was about to surrender to a powerful orgasm. My body was now fully surrendered to his delight. I gave myself to his will. I welcomed the lust which now consumed me. The first spasm caused me to arch my back and raise my hips. "Sam... oh, fuck!" I managed to shriek before falling silent and allowing the blissful contractions to seize me. I felt awash in ecstasy, never wanting it to end. My thighs tremored as if I was in a seizure. Then it suddenly became too much. Still shaking, I squirmed in Sam's grasp, drawing my thighs pressed together against his head. "I can't, oh! It's too sensitive!" I managed to moan. He withdrew his tormenting tongue and then lifted his head, smiling as he gazed at my swollen clit. His expression made it clear that he was quite pleased with my helpless state. When he crawled up to kiss me on the couch, I noticed he was fully erect once more. I was breathing hard, yet I readily accepted his kiss. "Do you want to wait a little while?" he asked, smoothing my hair back from my flushed face. I quickly shook my head. While my clit was temporarily overstimulated, the rest of my body was another matter. I now felt his hard cock bent down between my asscheeks. Deep in my core, I throbbed with the need to take Sam deep inside me. This time he did reach for the condoms. I watched eagerly as he took one from the box. I slid down away from my lust-filled body and knelt to adorn the orange Halloween-themed rubbers I bought at the costume shop. Though he was a virgin, he seemed to know how to put it on correctly, and he winked at me while rolling the condom down the length of his erection. I grinned, making no attempt to hide my excitement. When Sam was ready, He took my two hands and raised me to sitting. Then he started to lie back on the other armrest of the sofa, and I looked at him expectantly. "Why don't you straddle me?" he suggested. "Then you can control the pace while taking me inside. The last thing I want to do is hurt you." He was breathing faster, anticipation and lust clear on his face, yet he was putting my needs first. Stroking his lovely, lubed orange cock, I nodded before moving to plant a knee on either side of him. As I hovered above his cock, I took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm a little nervous," I revealed with a shy smile. "I understand," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Just take it slow, okay? No rush." "Okay." I placed my hands on the back of the armrest, on each side of his head, bracing myself while balancing on my knees. Sam sucked on my dangling left tit. Wigh his right hand he took hold of his sheathed cock. His left hand wrapped around my ass, and I waited for him to guide the tip directly to my opening so I could sink down upon it. Instead, he gently slid it between my inner lips, coating it with my juices. I was so wet, we didn't need lube. When Sam's cock grazed my clit, I released a needy whimper and knew no amount of discomfort would stop me from taking every inch of him inside. When he positioned his cock right at my entrance, I knew it was my turn to descend. I began lowering my body. "Ooh!" I released a soft cry as the head stretched me. Then, trying to hide my wince, I swallowed hard, then took another deep breath and kept going. My body was ready, more than ready, but I still had to move slowly. Sam gazed up at me, his expression rapt. I heard his groan of pleasure when I managed to accept the tip of his cock. There was a little pain, yes; but more of a sensation of pressure, of tremendous stretching. I knew Sam's cock was beautifully, perfectly average, but at that moment, it felt massive as it penetrated me. Nothing bigger, or thicker, would have any more satisfying than my lovely Sam's turgid phallus. Then Sam was all the way inside, and I couldn't hold back a relieved smile while I settled down upon him. My clit now pleasured by his furry mound. I Gently shifted back and forth while fully penetrated by the joyful orange-coated latex, "Ribbed for my pleasure." He smiled, too, then pulled me in, to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth; I wondered if he could feel me trembling. At first I was afraid to move, afraid it would hurt. Sam appeared to read my mind, for he repeated, "No rush." Then he reached both hands to cup my ass, and gently rubbed my sphincter. By that point, it wasn't as tender, and I took pleasure in the stimulation. "Oh, that feels so good," I groaned. "You feel so good." And he did. Though I hadn't yet begun to pump, I derived a deep satisfaction from being so completely filled; my clit so tantalizingly tickled. Sam's breath came faster, and his mouth found mine once more, I realized he was shaking, too. Was it hard for him to remain still while he patiently waited for me to get used to his cock inside me? Finally I worked up the nerve to begin rising, my hips twerking in a slow, rhythmic pace. I kept him almost all the way inside, not brave enough to try sliding all the way up and down his length, but as Sam's features contorted with ecstasy, I knew he loved the way I gently rode him. With his finger massaging my rosebud, he lowered his mouth to my left tit and took my nipple between his lips. "Oh God, yes!" I cried. It was as if my body had become a singular pulsing current of bliss, and my hips began moving faster. Sam let out a loud groan, which was muffled by my tit. A thin layer of sweat covered my skin, and I grew even more excited by the feel of his mouth sucking my nipple. His right hand came up and pinched my other nipple. When Sam withdrew his head, he gave me a pleading stare. "Iris, oh! Oh fuck! I'm not going to last!" His words were edged with something like panic. Seeing as how it was his first fuck, too; I certainly didn't expect him to hold out long. "That's okay," I assured him with an affectionate smile. "Don't hold back, Sam." While rolling my hips, I basked in the raw pleasure of the act. I could feel my own orgasm building, and soon Sam and I were both quaking, on the verge of release. His groans and my cries were loud enough to make me glad my roommate Nora, was out for the evening. I felt Sam tense, just before he came. His eyes locked with mine, and I gasped when he bucked his hips, His hands now firmly gripping my hips while driving his cock deeper inside me. He gave a helpless shout as he climaxed; his jaw slackening. Yet even in the grip of his orgasm, he continued pressing me tight so my clit kept rubbing his pubes, determined to make me come. "Yes!" I wailed, surrendering to him then: to his fingers, his cock, and his stare full of bliss. A low scream escaped my lips as I reached my orgasm, my body wracked by delicious spasms. My muscles clenched around Sam's cock again and again, and he released a low groan. His breaths were shallow, and his face was flushed. Finally my contractions subsided, and as much as I wanted to nestle up against Sam and bask in our post-orgasmic satisfaction, I knew I couldn't. After giving him a quick kiss, I sat up, and he held the condom in place so it wouldn't slip while I eased myself off of him. Sam looked down at his slowly softening orange-hooded cock. It was coated in my juices. He let out a proud "Ah!", and then he looked at me and grinned. "My God, that was incredible!" he said. "It sure was," I replied, my grin mirroring his. Then I wondered if I was bleeding; I was only a little sore after our first time, but I figured I'd better check just in case. "Be right back," I told him, then hurried to the bathroom to relieve myself. Wiping between my thighs, I discovered I hadn't bled at all. Next, it was Sam's turn to clean up, and while he was in the bathroom, I put on my matching lacey bra and panties. Grabbing a folded blanket from under the lamp table, I sat down and wrapped it around me, and I realized I couldn't stop smiling. Whatever the future might hold for me and Sam, I knew I would never regret him being my first. He returned still naked, to the living room, giving me a sweet grin. I watched as he pulled on his underwear over his depleted lovely cock. Then he slipped on his pants, but didn't bother with his shirt. I stood and opened the blanket, revealing my bra and panty ensemble, as I embraced him with an open mouth kiss. Then he settled in, lying on the couch behind me; Snuggling, spooning me, and I situated the blanket over us. Sam wove his fingers through my hair, giving me kisses on my erogenous neck. Though I'd just come twice, my body immediately responded to him. He held me close, a

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    A Night of Sweet Treats: Part 1

    A Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 1. Iris and Sam have a sexy ‘deflowering’ party for two on Halloween. Based on a post by MoonlitOpal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. On a beautiful late October afternoon, Sam and I decided to eat lunch outside the call center where we worked. Sitting on a wooden bench near the building entrance, we dug into the sandwiches we'd brought from home. "It's such a gorgeous day," I sighed. The sky held no trace of clouds, and a maple to my right was spectacular in its display of scarlet foliage. Breathing deep, I delighted in the cool, crisp air. "Soon it's going to be freezing," Sam said. We'd been working together for almost a year, long enough for me to know he preferred summer to colder weather. "Then there will be no lunches for you and me outside, Iris. We'll be stuck inside the cafeteria for months." I knew he was right, but I wouldn't let thoughts of winter, with its frigid days and waning light, dampen my mood. Sam and I chatted about work and how hectic things had been as of late, and after I finished my sandwich, I reached for the small bag of candy corn I'd packed for dessert. Though I knew Sam didn't share my love of sweets, I offered some to him anyway. He shook his head. "No, thank you." "Oh, come on!" I insisted. "It's almost Halloween! It's practically tradition to eat candy corn this time of year." He looked at me with an amused smile, and I couldn't help feeling a nervous flutter deep in the pit of my stomach. Sam was twenty-three, a year older than I, and he had gorgeous brown eyes, so expressive they could make a girl's heart melt. His dark hair seemed in constant need of a trim; sometimes I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through it and brush it back from his face. "My family never celebrated Halloween," Sam revealed. I remembered him mentioning that his parents were extremely religious. Sam didn't strike me as particularly devout, and I got a sense that his lack of church atttendance had caused a rift between him and the rest of his family. "It's just like any other day to me," he went on. I loved Halloween, though being a shy introvert, I never did much to enjoy the festivities. Parties and crowds made me break out in a sweat, so I usually spent Halloween at my mom's house, where we would hand out candy and watch scary movies while eating enough junk food to give us a sugar high. This year, however, she had to travel for work, and I'd resigned myself to spending Halloween alone in my apartment. Turning toward Sam now, I playfully held out my tongue so he could see the piece of candy corn resting on it. "You should get dressed up and binge on candy at least once in your life," I told him. "Well, what about you?" he asked. "What are your plans for Halloween?" I shrugged. "My social life is pretty much nonexistent, so I don't have any. Unless..." My heart suddenly felt like it was pounding in my throat, and my mouth grew dry from nervousness. I averted my stare, then sneaked a glance at him. "Unless you want to come over to my apartment," I finally managed to say. My ability to flirt was abysmal; I couldn't have been beguiling if my life depended on it. To make matters worse, I knew my face was growing hot as I waited for Sam's answer. When he didn't speak right away, I awkwardly rushed on. "We could dress up if you want--there's still time to get costumes--and I could make a pizza for dinner. We could watch campy old horror movies and drink apple cider..." Even as I spoke, I couldn't bring myself to look at Sam. I was afraid he would find me pathetic. "You know what, Iris? That sounds like a lot of fun," he said, and I knew I wasn't imagining it when he moved a few inches closer to me. I tried and failed to suppress a delighted grin at his response. "Awesome! Why don't you come over at around six?" I suggested. Sam knew I lived in the lower-level apartment of a house not far from the call center. "I'll give you the address, and when you get there, just come around back." Sam's smile widened, as if my enthusiasm was contagious. "So you're going to introduce me to all the delights of Halloween?" he asked. Something in the tone of his voice made a delicious shiver travel down my spine. "I certainly hope to," I replied. He raised an eyebrow, and I had to duck my head so I could hide behind my shoulder-length brown hair. All the while, I told myself to calm down and stop acting like an idiot. It was just a little get-together at my place. Sam probably didn't even consider it a date. We were simply two friends hanging out for Halloween because we had no other plans. So why did I feel so nervous? Why were my palms sweaty and my hands shaky? Why was it that when I imagined Sam leaning in to kiss me, the thought sent a surge of heat straight between my thighs? "And you're going to wear a costume?" Sam asked. I looked up and gave him what I hoped was a casual smile. "Sure! I mean, you don't have to, but I haven't dressed up for Halloween in forever, so I figure this is my chance to go all out." Sam reached over to pluck a piece of candy corn from the bag in my lap. "Then I'll dress up, too. I can't promise anything spectacular, but I'll do my best," he said. "I can't wait to see what you come up with." Already I was trying to decide on a costume for myself. Should I be a witch? A princess? A ghost? None of those seemed original enough. When my eyes met Sam's once more, I immediately realized just what I wanted to be. Sitting so close to him, I knew I was the very definition of average: average height, average weight. My hazel eyes were somewhat large yet could still pass for average. But during the one night of the year when Sam and I would be alone, and I could transform into whatever or whomever I wanted, I resolved to be anything but average. I would be bold and confident, no longer shy and insecure. And maybe, just maybe, I would be brave enough to make it clear to Sam just how I felt about him. With any luck, he might decide he felt the same way about me. Halloween was still several days away, but I went shopping for a costume as soon as I left work later that afternoon. Some quick online browsing led me to a store downtown, and I could barely contain my excitement as I stepped inside the place. "Can I help you find something?" a woman behind the counter asked me. "The Bride of Frankenstein," I quickly replied, then added, "the costume, I mean." All the while I prayed the store had it in my size. The fates must have been smiling down upon me, because the saleslady easily located a costume that looked like it would be a perfect fit. "You're welcome to try it on," she told me. I gazed at the black wig, which of course featured white streaks on either side, and I imagined how I would look wearing it after I applied some dark red lipstick, along with black eyeliner and smoky eye shadow. The sleeves of the virginal white dress resembled bandages, and the garment's hem was almost floor-length. As I stroked the satiny fabric, I grinned with delight. "I don't need to try it on," I said to the saleslady. "This is what I want." The costume was a little pricey for my budget, but I handed over my credit card without hesitation. As I stared down at the dress on the counter, the symbolism of the outfit wasn't lost on me. While I would soon be twenty-three, I'd never had a real boyfriend, and I was still a virgin. After I paid for the costume and left the shop, I decided to swing by the grocery store. Outside the entrance, I studied the pumpkins for sale and finally selected a nice round one, large enough for carving. Once inside, I pushed a cart down the aisles, grabbing a frozen pizza, a variety pack of Halloween candy, and a half gallon of apple cider. Lingering in the cosmetics section, I chose the perfect shade of lipstick. As I surveyed the items in my cart, I realized I was smiling. Simply planning for my evening with Sam made that excited flutter return to my stomach. I tried not to let myself get too carried away imagining what Sam and I might do together on Halloween, but still I wandered the aisles, searching for an item I didn't dare ask for help in finding. Finally I located the condoms, and I stared in bewilderment at all the different kinds. Glancing around, I was relieved no other customers were nearby. Then I set about reading the descriptions on the boxes before choosing a brand that boasted durability. If I did have sex, durability was definitely what I wanted in a condom. I paid for the groceries and then started for home. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was almost dark, and Nora, the woman who owned the house and lived on the upper level, had left the porch light on. I smiled at the kind gesture, though the entrance to my apartment was at the back of the house, so the light from the porch provided almost no illumination once I reached my door. Nora was middle-aged and recently divorced, so when she wasn't working, she was usually out with friends or on a date. Of the two of us, I was the homebody, and I thought she liked having a quiet tenant around to keep an eye on things while she was gone. Once I'd carried all my purchases into my apartment, I put away the groceries and then rushed to try on my costume. Standing before the mirror in my bedroom, I donned the Bride's dress. A delighted grin danced on my lips when I found that it indeed fit me perfectly. After putting on the wig to complete my outfit, I turned from side to side, trying to imagine what Sam would think of me. My costume wasn't sexy; if anything, the dress was modest. But I was definitely transformed into someone new while wearing it. I could only hope the getup persuaded Sam to see me in a different way, too. For the rest of the week, Sam and I ate lunch together, but neither of us mentioned him coming over for Halloween. The holiday fell on a weekend, and by Friday, I was worried Sam had forgotten all about our plans, but as we headed back inside after our lunch break, he looked over at me and smiled. "So I'll be at your place at six on Halloween night." I nodded, trying not to look too eager as I smiled back. "You have the address, right?" I'd given it to him earlier in the week, but I wanted to make sure. "Of course," he said. "Would you like me to bring anything?" "Just your handsome self," I replied without thinking, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to die of mortification. His handsome self? Who actually blurted out something like that? Awkward and socially inept Iris, that was who. The surprise was evident on Sam's face, but his smile widened. "I will be sure to do that, Iris. And by the way," he went on, leaning close to me and lowering his voice, "you're really cute when you blush." I spent the day of Halloween cleaning my apartment, determined to conceal the fact that I was a bit of a slob. By the time I had the place spotless, it was well into the afternoon, and once I ate a late lunch, I hurried to take a shower. As the water cascaded over me, I stared down at my body. I'd just shaved my legs and armpits, but I wasn't sure what to do about my pubic hair. I normally kept the dark triangle between my thighs closely trimmed, but now I wondered if I should shave it. If Sam and I got to the point where he actually saw my pubic hair, would he wish I was bare? Finally I decided to leave the hair covering my mound while I shaved my outer lips. When I set the razor aside, I slid my fingertips over the newly smooth skin and realized I liked the way it felt. My flesh felt more exposed, not only to the cool air and the water but also to my touch. I couldn't resist giving my clit a teasing rub. My body immediately responded, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I seemed perpetually horny; it was as if my body was desperately trying to steer me toward finally having sex. To relieve my frustration, I masturbated frequently, and it never took me long to come. Leaning against the shower wall, I spread my legs wider and began massaging my clit with a quick, circular motion. With my other hand, I sought out my entrance and worked two fingers deep inside. There was a twinge of discomfort, a hint of pain, while I attempted to stretch my opening. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, maybe a lot at first, but that wasn't enough to dampen my desire. Even now as I thrust my fingers in and out at a fervent pace, my body readily accepted the intrusion, and I could feel how wet I was. Glancing downward, I saw that my pale pink nipples were hard from my arousal. All I had to do was imagine Sam's mouth around one of them, and I was right on the edge of climax. My thighs shook as I rubbed my clit faster. I fantasized about the way Sam would look, the way he would feel, while he took me. "Fuck me, Sam!" I cried shamelessly. As the words echoed off the shower walls, I surrendered to a fierce orgasm. Releasing a helpless wail, I felt my muscles clench around my fingers deep within me. Again and again my body spasmed, and I reveled in each blissful contraction. After my climax subsided, I continued trembling. Gently withdrawing my fingers from between my thighs, I closed my eyes and waited for my breathing to slow. My movements were languid as I finished showering, and when I finally stepped out onto the bathmat and began drying off, I found I was relaxed, almost drowsy. Maybe it was a good thing I masturbated before Sam arrived, I thought. It would keep me from throwing myself at him as soon as he stepped inside my apartment. The idea of doing that made my sensitive clit throb, and I realized it would take far more than one orgasm to subdue my yearning for Sam. I went about blow drying my hair, then carefully pinned it back so it would be hidden under the wig. In my bedroom, I chose to wear a lacy white stretch lace underwire bra and matching panties beneath my dress. As I carefully applied make-up, I aimed for a dramatic effect that wasn't too over the top. My deep red lipstick was striking, and I managed to create the exact look I wanted with the eyeliner and shadow. Finally I put on the wig and stepped into black heels before giving my reflection a critical look. Then I grinned in satisfaction. "Perfect," I declared. A few minutes before six, I put the pizza in the oven. I was grateful for something to do, as my anxiety had returned with a ferocity that made my hands shake. It wasn't yet dark, but the day was fading fast outside the kitchen window. Thinking about what the evening might hold for me and Sam was enough to quicken my pulse. Sam arrived right on time, and when I heard his knock, I rushed to answer the door. As soon as we saw each other, our mouths dropped open. I'd never seen Sam in anything other than business casual, but he now stood before me wearing a black cape over a white dress shirt, black vest, and black pants. His burgundy ascot was a perfect final touch to the costume. His hair was slicked back, and he'd even given himself a prominent widow's peak. His stare swept over me, and when he grinned, I noticed his fangs. "You are one spectacular bride!" he exclaimed. I couldn't help but giggle at his compliment. "And you're one sexy vampire. I love your costume!" I made a show of beckoning him into the apartment. "I know you can't enter unless I explicitly invite you inside, so please do come in." Sam laughed and stepped into the living room. As soon as I closed the door behind us, he drew me into a quick hug. "Thanks for inviting me over tonight." After I recovered from my initial shock at being in Sam's arms, I hurriedly hugged him back. "Thanks for coming. Are you hungry? The pizza's almost ready." "Sounds great." He looked around my apartment as we headed toward the kitchen. "This is an awesome apartment." "It's kind of small, but I like it," I said. "Nora--the woman who owns the house and lives upstairs--told me she would be at a party tonight, so no one else is here." I tried to keep my voice casual as I revealed this information to Sam. "Then we can go absolutely wild," he responded with a grin. I knew he was only teasing, but the thought of going wild with him made my cheeks redden. All I had to do was remember my earlier fantasy in the shower, and I immediately grew wet. "We can do whatever we want," I informed him, flashing my own wicked grin. Sam raised his eyebrows, and I could have sworn I saw his face flush a little as well. I busied myself with taking the pizza out of the oven, hoping I hadn't come on too strong. "You need any help?" Sam asked. "Nope. Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll have this ready in a sec." Sam sat down at the table while I divided the pizza into slices. I couldn't help but be hyperaware of his presence, since I was used to spending all my time in the apartment alone. Once I'd put our plates on the table, along with a glass of cider for each of us, I sat across from Sam, trying to suppress a nervous giggle. "I'll have to take my fangs out," he said. "Yeah, I guess Dracula never tried to eat pizza. But there's a first time for everything." I lifted my glass of cider. "Here's to your first time celebrating Halloween, Sam." He grinned and gently tapped his glass against mine. As we ate dinner, the conversation flowed easily between us. It was as if we were sitting together at lunch, chatting away, and I felt the tension in my shoulders gradually disappear. The evening was going great, I assured myself. Sam looked like he was having fun. After we finished eating, Sam insisted on helping me wash the dishes. We stood side by side at the sink, with me washing and him drying. "Have you ever carved a pumpkin?" I asked. "Nope," he replied. "My parents were okay with pumpkins, but jack-o'-lanterns? That's another story." I nodded toward the pumpkin I'd placed in the corner of the kitchen. "Well, tonight you're in luck, because I picked out the perfect pumpkin for you to carve." Sam threw his head back and laughed. "Only if you help!" "Deal." As we took turns scooping out the slimy pumpkin innards, I gave Sam a sidelong glance. "You don't feel like you're doing something sinful right now, do you?" I asked. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable." "No, not at all," he answered. "I have no issue with religion, but my family is just... overzealous. My parents pretty much stopped talking to me when I told them I no longer wanted to attend church with them every Sunday." "I'm sorry," I said quietly. Sam shrugged, but I knew his family's estrangement bothered him. "I figure they'll come around eventually." Sitting at the table beside me, he carefully carved the pumpkin. "Do you get along with your mom okay? From the way you talk about her, it sounds like you two have a good relationship," he said. During one of our recent lunch conversations, I'd mentioned to Sam that my parents were divorced and I rarely saw my father. "Mom's great," I told him now, "but we're so different. She's confident and outgoing, and I'm... not." Sam looked at me and smiled. "You are when you get to know someone," he said. "I like that." I beamed at his words, then leaned back in my chair, regarding the pumpkin's new grinning face. "You did a great job! Looks like you're a pro at carving pumpkins." Jumping up from the table, I got a tea light candle to illuminate the jack-o'-lantern. Once it was lit, I turned off the kitchen light so we could admire Sam's work. As we stood side by side, he slipped his arm around me. I nestled against him, basking in his warmth while inhaling his familiar yet enticing scent. I was exquisitely aware of my body touching h

  • September 24 · length unknown

    His Desired Girl: Part 3

    His Desired Girl: Part 3 Finding an ideal Emily? Based on a post by DocAutomata. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. "How; how big am I gonna get?" she asked, trying and failing to hide her arousal. Jessica smiled. "Why don't we ask Jacob?" she said, turning to the doorway. He couldn't do it. "I said, why don't we ask Jacob?" He couldn't go in there. He could taste Emily's essence in the air. There was no way for him to hide his erection, and he had no chance of calming himself down until he was away from her. It took all of his concentration just to keep himself from cumming in his pants. "Oh, come out here, you big baby." Before he knew what was happening, he was gripped by the arm and pulled bodily into the bathroom. "Jacob?!" Emily yelped. Luckily he managed to close his eyes before catching a glimpse of her. The taste had become stronger, and he could feel his arousal increasing. He didn't know what he would do if he saw her now, and he didn't want to risk anything. After a couple failed efforts, he managed to croak out weak "Hey." "; Are you okay?" she asked. "I; " His cock twitched involuntarily, and he turned away in embarrassment. There was no way she didn't see that. "He's like that," Mrs. Tenner said in a lecturing tone, "because your sexual fluids give off a strong pheromone that specifically targets your partner." "What?!" "They also act as an extremely potent aphrodisiac when ingested, with the added affect of increasing your partner's sexual stamina, virility," she paused, smirking, "and endowment." Well, that explained quite a few things. He heard Emily's breathing quicken. "B-by endowment, you mean; " "It makes his cock and balls grow." "Oh!" Emily moaned. It was too much. After hearing that breathtaking sound, Jacob's eyes opened against his will, and he was left reeling at the sight in front of him. She was a goddess. Her tits were massive, perfectly shaped teardrops that jiggled hypnotically with her every movement. They were just as wide as her expansive hips, obscuring her entire torso, including her upper arms. Two dark stains covered the front of the bathrobe that she was wearing, and he could clearly see the protrusion of her nipples. She was huge; but if she was growing to match his deepest fantasy, then- I'm a freak. "I'm sorry." He turned away, quietly noting with shame that he hadn't even looked at her face. "It's my fault you're like this. I should leave before it gets any worse." "No! Please don't go!" Emily said, grabbing his hand. She emitted a small, pleasured gasp when her hand met his, and it was all he could do to keep himself from turning around and; and; "It's not just that, Emily!" His breathing quickened. "I want; I want to;" "What do you want to do, Jacob?" Mrs. Tenner asked, not unkindly. This was it. Maybe this would scare her off of him, like he deserved. He turned back to the angel holding his hand and made sure to look her square in the eyes. "I want to fuck you, Emily! I want to fuck you so hard you can't even think straight! I want to; I want to make your boobs so big that you can barely hold them up! I; Um!" Before he could finish, he suddenly found her tongue in his mouth and the incredible softness of her body pressing against his in a tight embrace. All thoughts of letting her go evaporated from his mind as he tasted the sweetness of her tongue. Her kiss was frantic, and he couldn't help but reciprocate, letting his own tongue dart around hers as he marveled at the softness of her thick, luscious lips. He brought his arms around her and held her even more tightly to his chest, and he could feel her milk surge as her tits squeezed against him. They had escaped from the confines of the bathrobe, and he could feel her nipples poking him as they soaked the front of his shirt. His hands traveled down her back until they were at her ass. He lifted what little of the bathrobe that actually covered her massive backside and roughly groped her. His hands sunk deeply into the soft flesh of her cheeks, their curves much too big to fit fully in his grip. He could feel them jiggle around his fingers with each desperate squeeze. Keeping his mouth to hers, he gently pushed her down onto the floor. He untied the belt from her bathrobe and pulled it fully open, letting him see her in all her glory. Her thong was still covering her pussy, so he ripped it off, snapping the strings easily. He pressed a finger to her lower lips while his thumb teased her clit. The nub was as big as a cherry, and it was obviously very sensitive. Emily writhed on the floor, her enormous tits swaying as milk sprayed in every direction. After a couple of seconds her body tensed in orgasm. She laid there twitching for a full minute before relaxing. While Emily's breathing slowed, he brought the hand he was pleasuring her with to his mouth, once again savoring the sweet taste of her juices. He swallowed and felt a familiar tingle in his crotch. He pulled down his pants and watched in awe as his phallus slowly grew with each passing second while his balls ballooned at an even faster pace. When the tingling finally ceased, his cock was around nine inches long, while his testicles were the size of tennis balls. "Jacob." He looked down to find Emily staring up at him. She was squeezing her tits, sending arcs of milk into the air. "I need your cock, Jacob." Her right hand abandoned her tit and snaked its way down to her pussy, her fingers spreading herself open in invitation. "Please." He quickly took off his shirt and got on his knees, pressing the head of his cock to Emily's dripping sex. "I'll just; Hmm! let you two have your alone time." Both Jacob and Emily turned their heads to see Jessica Tenner calmly leaning against the wall. The muscled woman casually pulled her hand from under her skirt and left the bathroom; winking at them before closing the door. "I need your cock, Michael! Please!" they heard her laugh from behind the door. Emily blushed at her mother's interruption, and she saw that Jacob was doing the same. They had been so caught up in each other that they forgot she was even there. "My family's crazy, isn't it?" she asked. Jacob gulped, lifting his cock and letting it slide onto Emily's belly. It twitched, and she could feel a bit of precum ooze onto her. "Yeah, but I'm not complaining," he replied. He was visibly trying to calm himself down, but it didn't look like it was working. He moved his hand over her left tit, his palm hovering over her nipple. Smiling at him, she hefted her tit upward, pressing it into his hand. She let out a soft moan as he gripped tightly, milk spurting between his fingers. "Is this really okay?" He asked, panting. "I was being serious when I said how big you were going to get." "And I want it!" Emily said. "I want to grow for you! I can feel it. My tits getting bigger and bigger; heavier and heavier with milk. It feels amazing!" She squeezed her right tit, noticing that she could now only barely reach her nipple. "It's starting to get harder to milk myself, though." She smiled at him. "That'll have to be your job from now on. Milking me." She stopped squeezing and lifted her other tit toward him. He grabbed onto it and squeezed both her nipples at the same time, making her sigh in pleasure. She reached both arms under her tits and fondled his cock. He let out a loud groan, and whatever he was doing to hold himself back failed completely. He lunged at her tit, his mouth latching onto her nipple. She felt a tight pull on her teat, and her milk began to flow more than ever. As he suckled her tit, she felt his cock pulse in her hands. It wasn't just her juices that made him grow! His manhood was lengthening by a few millimeters with each swallow of milk. "Stop!" she said, gently pushing him away from her tit. He blinked. "Shit! I'm sorry! It tasted so good, and you're so fucking sexy, and I just;" She pulled him into a short kiss. "It's okay," she whispered as their lips parted. "I just want you inside me while I'm being milked." She firmly stroked his cock. "I'm not the only one getting bigger today, after all." He smiled and spread open her thighs. Once again, he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. She closed her eyes as he entered her, savoring the sensations of a real penis. She couldn't believe how much better it felt compared to her toys. When Jacob's pelvis met hers, he had gone completely still, save for the repeated twitching of his cock inside of her. Opening her eyes, Emily began giggling at the look of pure concentration on Jacob's face. "Fuck!" he said, his lips curling upwards into a strained smile. "Stop laughing. I'm gonna;" He gave a low grunt as his body tensed, but before Emily could fully appreciate his O face, her own orgasm exploded into existence, taking her completely by surprise. Letting out a short, pleasured squeal, she felt her pussy tighten around his cock just before his cum exploded into her. She felt an intense, pleasurable warmth in her tits, and for a split second they visibly expanded outward, jiggling at the force of the growth. Her pussy loosened and constricted in perfect sync with Jacob's spasms, and with each load of cum her tits expanded just a tiny bit more. Her orgasm faded just after Jacob's, her insides squeezing him one last time for any leftover cum. She looked up and saw him staring at nothing. "Holy shit," he panted. "Succubi are amazing." "I know right?! I'm even bigger now!" "That's not what I was; oh." He looked down at her, wide-eyed, and ran his hands over her tits, teasing her leaking nipples. "You didn't notice?" Emily asked. "Your cum was making them grow." She felt Jacob's still-erect cock twitch inside her. "I was a bit distracted," he said, blushing. "Well pay attention next time! But now it's your turn to get bigger. Let's switch!" "Whoa!" Jacob braced himself as he tumbled onto his back and Emily's full; and at this point, rather substantial; weight fell on top of him. While he checked for any signs of a concussion, Emily sat up into a cowgirl position. Even sitting up straight, her boobs were big enough to rest comfortably over his chest. She leaned down slightly, pushing her tits closer to his face until they completely filled his vision. Pushing one tit to the side, she teased his lips with a thick, dripping nipple. "Open wide." Eager to comply, he opened his mouth and began to suck on her nipple. With every mouthful of creamy nectar he gulped down, he felt his nethers tingle and slowly inch further into Emily's body. She was slowly getting tighter and tighter as her milk increased his girth, and he had to spread his legs to accommodate his rapidly growing balls. Emily pulled away her left tit and replaced it with her right. Realizing that she'd feel better if neither of her tits were being neglected, he grabbed the tit he had previously been nursing and milked it with his hand. Emily groaned and began to bounce on his cock, making her tits jiggle wildly on top of him while her plush ass continually slapped on his thighs. Jacob somehow held out for several minutes, even as Emily's pace quickened and her moans grew louder. He couldn't believe how high she was getting with each bounce without his cock slipping out of her. By this point his legs were completely spread, and he felt his balls resting on the ground beneath him. As he swallowed another mouthful of her milk, Emily fell down on his cock one final time and breathed out a long, high-pitched moan. Her pussy tightened hard on his cock, and he felt that impossible suction that had blown his mind the first time he came inside of her. He tried to hold on a little longer, but apparently Emily's body took offense to that and milked him even harder. He bucked his hips, and the moment he shot his first load into her, Emily screamed in euphoria. He felt the weight on his head suddenly increase as the nipple in his mouth gushed with so much milk that he couldn't possibly swallow it all, but even that wasn't enough to distract from what Emily was doing to his cock. Her insides were shivering so hard that it almost felt like they were vibrating! That, added with the intense contractions and suction, served to make him cum even harder. Each wave of pleasure seemed to last for a lifetime, crescendoing into a torrent of cum that Emily's body quickly absorbed. Her tits expanded in bursts, as if they were massive water balloons and each load of cum was like a short blast of water from a faucet, jiggling wildly with every surge of growth. He was eventually completely buried under them, and all he could see was the undersides of her expanding tits. He had no idea how long this went on for, and by the time their orgasms finally ended, Jacob was seeing stars. When he finally recovered; and separated the two enormous tits that were on top of him; he was met with a blissed-out Emily. She had gone completely limp, her eyes unfocused and her body twitching at random intervals while she repeatedly let out soft, broken mewling noises. "Emily?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her face. "You okay?" She mumbled incoherently. "Huh?" She was slowly coming back, though she still looked a bit pleasure-drunk. "I think; I just had two orgasms at once," she said dazedly. "Somehow, I can believe that." They stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breath. "Think you can stand up?" Jacob asked, somewhat recovered. Emily smiled. "I think so." Jacob moaned as he felt her lift off of his cock. His face became buried in her chest as she leaned over him, and after a surprisingly long moment of stimulation, his phallus slipped out of her. He felt his cock become enveloped in her cleavage as she dragged her tits down his body, and as her soft skin slid down his thighs, his attention was immediately focused on the thing that was emerging from between her cleavage. "Uh; Emily?" "Yeah?" "How the hell did this thing fit inside you?" Jacob heard her gasp, though didn't see what kind of face she was making due to the massive, pulsing rod that was dominating his view. At this size, he wasn't even sure if 'hung like a horse' was a strong enough comparison. His cock looked to be over a foot and a half long! At its widest point, he could just barely wrap one hand around half of his shaft. His hands traveled downward and rested on his melon-sized balls. He could only imagine how difficult it was going to be to walk with those things swinging between his legs. He looked up to find Emily staring at him; or at least a certain part of him; in awe, and he couldn't help but do the same to her. Emily's tits were now his ideal size. Sitting as she was, they were big enough to rest fully onto the floor, each one the size of a large beach ball. Her plump areolas were the size of dinner plates, topped off with nipples as large as his fist. They were leaking heavily, and the sound of milk splashing on the floor dominated the relative silence of the bathroom. Jacob turned toward the door and saw that the puddle of milk was already soaking into the carpet in the next room. "We should, uh, probably do something about your milk before we start flooding the house." "What?" Emily followed his gaze. "Oh shit!" Emily tried to quickly get up, presumably to get some towels to clean up their mess, but her tits weren't even a foot off the ground before she pitched forward and fell on top of him. "Oof!" He gasped, feeling Emily's face press against the underside of his shaft. He could feel her warm breaths quickening as she laid there, and after a few still moments, he felt her tongue slide over his skin. "S-seriously, though, let's get you into the tub for now, at least." Emily jolted out of her trance. "R-right!" She was a bit more careful this time, slowly lifting herself off the floor. When she stood at full height, her tits hung all the way down to her knees. "This; huff; is gonna take some getting used to." She said it with a smile, but Jacob couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at what his desires had done to her. Even disregarding the balance issue, she surely wouldn't be able to lift those things for an extended period of time. Honestly, he was surprised that she could stand up at all. "Let me help you." Jacob stood, his cock bouncing up and down against his chest. He had to pull his massive balls out from between his legs; he'd rather not have to waddle. "Well, at least in some ways we're in the same boat," he said, walking up to her with his thighs pressed together. He blushed as his cock pushed into her cleavage. "There's no way I'm ever going to be able to hide this amount of equipment." "Fair point," she giggled, looking down at the pink dome poking out from the top off her tits. Jacob bent down and grabbed the bottom of Emily's tits, lifting them up as best he could. They awkwardly shimmied toward the huge, circular tub and carefully stepped into it. Needless to say, there was a fair amount of jiggling involved. Jacob lowered Emily's tits and stepped back; milk sloshing around his feet. "Were you; trying to fill the tub earlier?" "Yep!" A teasing smile graced her face. "Time to get back to it. Lay down." He silently complied, lying down in the spacious tub with his back propped against the sloped wall. Emily turned around, giving him a phenomenal view of her backside. After being so enamored with her tits, he had almost forgotten how breathtaking her enlarged ass and thighs were as well. He wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon, though, since she lowered herself into his lap, pressing her soft cheeks into his pelvis. A cornucopia of pleasurable sensations surrounded his penis as it slid between her thighs, up against her stomach, and finally into her cleavage. The tub was only barely wide enough to contain her massive tits. "Milk me." Jacob spread his arms wide and hugged her tits from behind, happy to oblige. Emily sighed happily as Jacob milked her. He had fallen into a soothing rhythm, firmly squeezing her tits together for several seconds at a time before letting off for a brief moment and squeezing again. Unfortunately, her size prevented him from reaching her nipples in their current position, but this method was nice nonetheless. She maneuvered her arms underneath her tits and grabbed his cock, giggling as she felt him twitch underneath her. The base of his shaft was pressed tightly against her pussy, and his balls were no doubt drenched in both her milk and her fluids. She looked down and frowned. The head of his cock poked out of her cleavage, but it was too low to comfortably bring to her mouth. Deciding on the obvious solution, she rubbed at her slit in order to thoroughly lubricate her fingers; only lingering on her big, sensitive clit for a few pleasurable seconds. She leaned her head back on Jacob's shoulder, and met his eyes. He was looking down at her with that wonderful look of; love, awe?; that she had quickly grown to adore. Satisfied with the wetness of her hand, she pulled it from underneath her tits and held it in front of his mouth. His cock twitched as he let out a little laugh. "In for a penny, huh?" He tilted his head forward, letting her fingers enter his mouth. He moaned the moment her wetness met his tongue, and

  • September 23 · length unknown

    His Desired Girl: Part 2

    His Desired Girl: Part 2 Is Jacob Transforming Emily? Based on a post by DocAutomata. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. Emily stood in the bathroom stall, frowning at the stain in the back of her skirt. She had already been getting wet from the furtive glances she had been receiving all day; Hannah's shocked expression in first period was particularly stimulating; but seeing Jacob just stare at her in obvious arousal had her absolutely drenched. This was easily the wettest she'd ever gotten in public. As it was, she might have to spend next period in the bathroom to wait for her skirt to dry out. Also, both to her dismay and excitement, she was growing again. It seemed to only be focused on her tits this time, and her bra was already starting to feel quite constricting. If she wasn't in public she would've been thrilled. The possibility of getting big enough to burst out of a 32L bra was awesome, but she didn't want it to happen while people were around. Okay, maybe a small part of her did want it to, but in the end her ego outmatched her id on this occasion. She wouldn't mind it happening in front of Jacob, though. He obviously had taken a liking to her new tits. Or had he? One minute he was staring at them, and the next he suddenly looked angry and turned away. He did the same thing when he looked at her ass, too. Did she go too far with the teasing? She honestly couldn't help herself when he was so obviously enraptured by her body. He had seemed to like what she was doing; until he didn't. Her phone vibrated in her bag. It was a text from Jacob. can you meet me behind the school? Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he would try asking her out again? Maybe he'd even; no, probably not, but a girl could hope. She texted him back saying she was coming. Just before she left the stall, though, she heard other people enter the bathroom. "I can't believe that little slut got a boob job," Hannah Burton said. "It had to be more than that. Didn't you see her ass?" replied her friend. Wasn't her name April or something? A third girl spoke up. "I'm telling you, she'd have to get, like, full-on plastic surgery to get that kind of body, and no one can heal from that in just one weekend. It was probably growth hormones or something." "If that kind of thing existed, then why would anyone get fake tits?" April(?) asked sarcastically. Hannah huffed. "Either way, it's fucking gross." "Yeah, I wouldn't mind having bigger boobs, but there's such a thing as too big." Hannah laughed. "And the stupid cow is flaunting it all around like she wants to suck every dick in the school. Fucking whore." Their conversation went on like that until they eventually left the bathroom. Emily looked down at herself. Is that what everyone thought? That she had gotten plastic surgery or took some kind of drug to get like this? It; it shouldn't have bothered her, but it did. She'd been getting so proud of her body; she didn't like the thought of anyone thinking it was fake. Was that why Jacob had gotten angry all of the sudden? That he thought she was fake? She suddenly wasn't feeling very confident about meeting him behind the school, but she had to go. It was the only way to find out how he felt about her. After the bell for third period rang, she left the bathroom. No one was in the hallways, but she held her bag behind her just in case. She went out the back exit of the school and saw Jacob in the distance. The sight of him sent another shiver through her womanhood, and to her surprise she felt a warm, tingling sensation around her nipples as well. That was new. He was facing away from her, leaning his side on the brick wall of the school, his heel bouncing rapidly on the ground. Emily walked up behind him, but he didn't seem to notice. "Hey." He flinched and started to turn around, but then he stopped himself. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you out here," he said. His shoulders were tense, and there was a quality to his tone that she couldn't quite place. He made to leave. "Wait!" Emily grabbed his hand, and they both froze. The moment her skin touched his, she felt the tingling in her nipples intensify and radiate throughout the entirety of her tits. She let out a little whine of pleasure as she felt her bra snap, the cups falling away slightly so that her nipples were exposed to the inside of her shirt. She felt something warm and wet trickle down the front of her boobs. Unaware of her situation, Jacob pulled his hand away and turned. "Emily, I; " He trailed off, staring wide-eyed at her tits. A hand was on her shoulder before she could say anything, pushing her back to the wall. Jacob pulled in close, his other arm slamming on the wall behind her. His chest was pressing against her tits, and she could feel his rapid, shallow breathing. Was he going to do it? She felt wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs. He was so close that she had to look up to see his face. She tilted her head, ready for him to take her, but seeing his expression immediately dampened her mood. Pure anguish. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn't know what. "J-Jacob?" He pulled away from her as if she were on fire, and she thought she could see his eyes glistening before he turned away. "I," his voice wavered. "I need to go. I'm sorry." He quickly went back inside, and she had no idea what to do. What the fuck was wrong with him?! Jacob stalked down the hallways, wiping at his eyes as his horror transformed into self-directed rage. The moment he sent that text he knew it was the wrong decision. What was he going to say? "Hey Emily, I know you said you didn't want to go out with me last week, but now you're even hotter than before so can I fuck you?" Fucking idiot. When she held his hand, he began to think that maybe she would hear him out; that what he was going to ask her wasn't completely fucking stupid, but then he saw her and she was; She was beyond sexy, beyond beautiful; her angelic face and full, parted lips a picture of feminine pleasure, her tits exploding from the confines of her bra, her nipples forming giant tents in her shirt as they soaked the fabric in leaking breast milk, revealing beautifully large, pink areolas. There was no single word good enough to describe her. And then he fucking assaulted her! Fuck! He turned a corner and nearly crashed into someone coming from the opposite direction. "Watch where you're going, dumba; pifft!" It was Hannah. Of course. He was starting to think this day couldn't get any worse. He glared at her. "What?" She stifled her annoying laughter. "You happy to see me or something?" she asked, looking down at his groin. He felt heat rising to his face. He was still hard, and the bulge in his pants was clearly visible. "And what's going on with your shirt?" He shoved past her. "Fuck off. I'm not in the mood to deal with your bullshit." "Oh, I bet this is good," she said as he walked away. Ignoring her, he turned into the nearest bathroom. Seeing that it was empty, he entered a stall and freed his cock. He began pumping it, hoping he would calm down after a quick orgasm, but as he did he noticed something crazy. He was bigger. It looked like his penis had gained over an inch in length, and it felt quite a bit thicker in his grip. He grabbed his balls, and they felt much larger, each one about the size of a ping pong ball. He was hung like a porn star, which only served to increase his arousal. He continued pumping, getting used to using longer strokes than he was used to. With his gaze focused downward, he could see the large twin stains on his shirt from where he had pressed himself to Emily's tits. Feeling a mix of shame and undeniable lust, he pulled up his shirt, bringing one of the wet splotches to his face. He could tell that the smell was different from Emily's; other fluids. It seemed thicker, creamier. He stuffed some of the fabric into his mouth and sucked on it, wringing out as much milk as he could. His cock pulsed as a tiny bit of milk went down his throat. It tasted amazing, even with the acrid taste of his shirt threatening to overpower it. He could only imagine what it would taste like directly from the source. With that thought, he felt his body tense, building to climax. Realizing he forgot to get some toilet paper and that he wasn't in a good position to aim at the toilet, he cupped his hand in front of his penis before convulsing in pleasure. Wave after wave of cum erupted from his cock, each load blasting into his hand and dripping heavily into the toilet. His orgasm lasted twice a long as it usually did, and as it died down into small aftershocks, he marveled at the amount of cum he had produced. His hand was covered in the stuff, and that wasn't even the bulk of it! He glanced down at his improved equipment in awe, before groaning in realization. He was still hard as diamonds. Emily had her arms wrapped tight around her tits as she made her way through the halls to the student parking lot. The tingling sensation that had accompanied her sudden growth was; though dulled; still present, and she had a feeling that she knew what that meant. Breast-milk continued to leak from her nipples, soaking down her shirt in two wide streaks. She had hoped she could get to her car before anyone saw her, but her luck today was continuing to be terrible. "Ha! I knew I'd find you," Hannah said from behind her. Emily hunched over, holding herself tighter. "Go away." "Saw your boyfriend a second ago. He was pissed." Emily tried walking faster, but Hannah would not let up. "Holy shit, are your boobs even bigger? Fucking gross. At least I can tell Sydney that her hormone theory was;" Hannah had caught up to her and fell silent when she saw the front of Emily's tits. "Oh my god!" She stopped for a moment, shocked, but just as Emily passed her Hannah's lips twitched upward into a predatory grin. Emily ran. Whatever Hannah had to say, she didn't want to hear it. Luckily, the bully wasn't trying to follow her, apparently having gotten what she wanted out of her. She made it to her car and went home, leaking breast-milk the entire way. When she finally pulled into her driveway, she rushed out of the car and went to her parents' bathroom. She took off her shirt, shuddering as she peeled the wet fabric off of her skin. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, with even the slightest brush of her fingertips sending pleasurable shocks through her tits. They were so big; two basketball-sized orbs hanging down heavily to her belly-button. Despite their size, they looked perfect. They were round and perky, sagging just enough to form into two immaculate teardrops. Her nipples were huge; each one around two inches in both length and thickness with areolas that were over five inches wide. She squeezed her tits and quickly discovered how good it felt to be milked. Curious, she lifted her right tit to her mouth and suckled on her own nipple, nibbling on it as milk flooded into her mouth. It was thick, creamy, and delicious, and she couldn't help but want more. Only a few seconds of this was enough to send her into orgasm, and she felt her legs give out. She collapsed to her knees, letting her tit fall from her mouth with a long, pleasured moan. Her milk flow surged, with two large streams arcing from her nipples while dozens of tiny streamers sprayed from her areolas in every direction. As her orgasm faded, her flow reduced back to a slow, continuous leak. Her breathing was ragged as she returned to awareness. If she could just forget about everything else, then she would just want to keep getting bigger and bigger, but she couldn't get what Hannah said out of her head. "Gross". No one but a nympho like Emily could think that boobs this big were sexy. That look on Jacob's face; she didn't know what caused it, but it couldn't have been anything good. Did he think her boobs were gross, too? She lifted herself up, careful not to slip in her milk. Her tits were so heavy that they were starting to mess up her balance. She pulled a towel out of the bathroom closet and draped it over them so that more of her milk wouldn't drip onto the floor. She took some dildos out of her parents' room and brought them back into the bathroom, dropping them into their large whirlpool tub. She delicately stepped into it and laid down, pulling the towel from her tits and letting her milk flow freely. She grabbed a dildo and brought it to her pussy, gasping in pleasure as it entered her. She squeezed a hand around her nipple, pretending it was Jacob suckling at her teat. As much as she hated herself for it, there was only one thing that could distract her from her depressed thoughts, and she could really use a distraction right now. After the third orgasm, Jacob had figured that he wouldn't be able to calm down any time soon, so he left school early. After spending two hours locked in his bathroom, cumming who knows how many times, he was finally soft. He opened a window after wiping himself off. The smell of cum permeated the room, and he desperately hoped it would air out before his parents got home. Now that he wasn't consumed with lust, he could recognize how strange everything had been from the moment that Emily had walked into the classroom. His mind had been so addled that he never even questioned how she'd grown so much. Now, though, he realized how utterly bizarre it all was. He had a few theories about what was going on, but that could wait. Right now he needed to apologize to Emily for being such a sleaze. He picked up his phone and tried to call her, sighing as he only got her voicemail. Hanging up, he instead tried sending her a text. Hey Emily. I'm really, really sorry about how I acted today. Are you alright? It was a shitty apology, he knew, but he just couldn't bring himself to go into detail over how much of a jerk he had been. He hit send, hoping she would get back to him. He entered his room and locked the door before falling onto his bed. Looking down, he admired his new size. It looked big even while flaccid. He had measured himself the moment he got home, and at full erection he was sporting a hefty seven and a half inches, with two inch wide balls that apparently supplied an ungodly amount of sperm. It seemed whatever was affecting Emily was affecting him as well, though only in one aspect. He couldn't find anything different about himself other than his junk. Did Emily know why this was happening? Either way, they would have to talk about it. It was definitely going to be awkward as hell, but he couldn't just ignore this. Hopefully he would be prepared for when he saw her tomorrow. He couldn't afford to go crazy like he did today. Jacob gazed at the empty chair next to him. Emily had never replied to his text, and now she had skipped school. He was starting to get worried. He'd like to think that her parents had taken her to a doctor or something, but he couldn't shake the feeling that that wasn't the case. The bell rang, and Jacob absentmindedly left the classroom. As he made his way to his next class, he saw Hannah and her friends standing in the hallway, laughing about something. "It was hilarious. The dumb bimbo literally had to carry her boobs just to walk." Her friends laughed as Hannah hunched over and pretended to carry a heavy load against her chest. Jacob approached them and gave Hannah a glare. "Seriously, what is your problem?" he asked. "Oh, hey, it's the boyfriend." Hannah smirked and glanced at his crotch. "Aw, am I not doing it for you? Guess you only get off to cows." "Fuck you." He walked away. These idiots weren't worth his time. "How eloquent. Could you tell me something?" Hannah said, voice raised so everyone in the hall could hear her. Jacob took in a calming breath and just kept walking. "Were you mad because you knocked her up, or because someone else did?" He stopped, fist clenching as he turned around. The volume of the conversations around them noticeably dimmed. "What are you talking about?" "That's what you were pissed about yesterday, right? I mean, she's obviously pregnant." "I'm pretty sure she isn't," he replied, already regretting rising to her bait. "So how do you explain the milk leaking out of those ugly udders of hers?" "Even if she was pregnant, how is that any of your business?" He could tell that that was the wrong response, going by the way Hannah grinned in triumph. "So she is pregnant!" She turned to her friends. "Think the kid'll be fucked up from whatever drug she's using to blow herself up?" "Are you a fucking psychopath?" Jacob asked, seething. Several onlookers stared at Hannah as if they were wondering the same thing. Hannah simply sneered and walked away with her lackeys following behind her. Jacob left in the opposite direction, ignoring the murmur of quiet conversations that began to spread through the hall. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know if Emily was alright. He exited the school and went to his car while trying one more time to call Emily. She didn't answer, so he started looking up addresses for any nearby Tenner residences. She had told him that she lived in White Springs, one of the ritzier neighborhoods in the area, so he didn't have to look very hard to find an address that fit the bill. "Michael and Jessica Tenner" were most likely her parents. After a half hour drive, he made his way into the suburb, admiring how big all the houses were. When his GPS had indicated that he had arrived at his destination, he turned into the driveway of one of the mini-mansions. He looked in his rear-view mirror and saw that the red SUV that had been driving behind him for a while turned into the driveway as well. There was a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat. Emily's parents, probably. Well, this was awkward. They both parked, and when he exited his car, he was met with two stunning individuals, though one was much more stunning than the other. No wonder Emily was so hot. God, her mom was built. Luckily he was able to keep his ogling to a minimum. Hopefully they didn't notice, as they already didn't seem to be in a forgiving mood. The woman gave him a suspicious look. "Can we help you?" Jacob suddenly found his shoes to be utterly fascinating. "Uh, are you Emily Tenner's parents?" "We are," Mr. Tenner said. "I'm Jacob Housley; one of her friends from school. Is; Is she doing alright? She didn't come to school today and she won't answer her phone." Some of the tension in their stances eased, though not completely. "I'll go look for her," Mrs. Tenner said before swiftly making her way to the front door. Mr. Tenner watched her go and turned back toward Jacob with a halfhearted smile. "Sorry about that. We've been away from home and Emily hasn't been answering our calls since Sunday, so we're a bit worried." Jacob furrowed his brow. "How long have you been gone?" The worry on Mr. Tenner's face deepened. "We left Friday evening. Why, did something happen?" "Uh, well; " Emily stood in the bathtub, leaning over at a ninety degree angle, letting her watermelon-sized tits hang freely under her. She kept one hand on the side of the tub while the other milked her tits, alternating with every squeeze. She wanted to do both at the same time, but at this point her boobs were so heavy that she wouldn't have been able to keep her balance in this position. She couldn't believe she didn't think to try this sooner. She had spen

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    His Desired Girl: Part 1

    His Desired Girl: Part 1 After Jacob asks her out, Emily's body begins to change. Based on a post by DocAutomata. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. After finding out how Jacob feels about her, Emily's body begins to change, and Jacob can't help but notice that her transformation is conforming to his deepest fantasies. "Ugh, lab reports suck," Emily said before slumping over onto the table. Jacob chuckled. "Can't argue with that." The two lab partners were sitting together in the school library, attempting to work on their AP biology homework, though at this point Emily wasn't above some idle distraction. "Did you read that manga comics I showed you?" Emily asked. "Yeah; it was really cute for a while, but I kinda fell off of it when the love interest started getting all moody and aggressive." Jacob shrugged. "Never really understood the appeal of those kinds of characters." Emily huffed in indignation. "You just don't get it. There's nothing more romantic than a good Kabedon dominance." Emily glanced up at Jacob, who had gone back to writing in his lab book. He had a smile on his face, which Emily couldn't help but mirror. This was nice; having a friend. From the very beginning of high school, Emily had just sort of sequestered herself into the background, not really interacting with anyone if she could help it. The throes of puberty certainly didn't help much, gracing her with terrible acne and not much else to compensate for it; just a couple of modest C cups and; well; her urges. When she learned that Jacob Housley was assigned as her lab partner in biology, she intended to keep up her usual routine with group assignments: do all of it, none of it, or trade it off every other assignment. It had served her well for so long, but Jacob wasn't having it. He insisted they work together, unilaterally deciding that every Friday they'd meet in the library and work on that week's lab assignment. It took a while, but bit by bit Emily opened up to her pushy lab partner, and found him to be a fun person to be around. She recently discovered that they shared an interest in manga and anime, and with that came the back and forth of recommendations as well as the subsequent discussions of shared enjoyment or scandalized disagreement. It was a bit sad to admit, but it had been the first time that she'd had any real fun with any of her classmates since she started high school, and she truly cherished it. "Hey, Emily?" Jacob asked. She lifted herself off the table and sat up, furrowing her brow at Jacob's nervous expression. "Yeah?" "Would you; maybe; want to go out?" Emily froze. Jacob; wanted to date her? Was that a thing that could happen? Her breathing quickened and she felt a tingle between her legs. Mentally groaning, she urged her stupid body to calm down and tried to formulate a response. Before she could, though, someone behind her laughed. "I think you confused her," said the sickeningly familiar voice. "Even pizza face knows that you'd have to be completely desperate to want to ask her out." Even though Emily really should've been immune to it by now, the insult stuck inside of her like a parasite. Sometimes she wanted to ask Hannah Burton if she was trying to be a Mean Girl stereotype, but she would always just freeze up at every opportunity; like right now, for instance. By the time Emily turned around, Hannah had already walked away; her stupid, perfect ass swinging from side to side as she left the library. "Fuck her," Jacob said, looking down at his feet. "Dammit. I should've said something, but I just;" "It's okay." "Anyway, um. Do you;"" "No. I'm sorry." "Oh." Emily could hear the disappointment in his voice. "It's not because of what she said, right?" he asked. "No." "'Cause I think you're awesome." A bit of red crept into his cheeks. "And pretty." "Thanks." Emily gathered her stuff and stood. "Hey," Jacob said, a tinge of panic in his voice, "we're still friends, right?" Emily turned to him, trying her best to fake a smile. "Yeah. See you on Monday?" "Sure; " Jacob relaxed a little, but worry was still plain on his face. "Sure. See ya Monday." Jacob zoned out as he watched Emily leave the library. He fucked up. He should've said something to Hannah; seriously, pizza face? but he'd been distracted by the stupidest fucking thing possible. The moment he had asked Emily out, he'd gotten inexplicably horny. He knew he was excited at the prospect of going out with her, but was he really that immature? Even after that horrible mood shift, he was still hard. God. He didn't believe for a second that Hannah's insult had nothing to do with Emily's answer. It might have still been "no", of course, but she probably wouldn't have been so torn up about it without the bitch's input. Over the course of getting to know Emily, Jacob had realized that she had a pretty big complex about her looks. He didn't really understand it; the only real point against her was the acne. Take that away and she'd be the prettiest girl in the school; beautiful, olive-toned skin; dark brown eyes he could stare into for hours; and full, luscious, unbearably kissable lips. Sure, she didn't have his ideal body type, but that only existed in the realm of fiction. If he judged girls based on that he'd be single forever. He took in a deep breath and sighed. There was still a bit of that smell from earlier lingering in the air. He had noticed it right before Hannah showed up, so it must've been her perfume or something. It; actually smelled really, really good. Like milk and honey, but way better. Not that he'd ever tell her that. Jacob packed away his stuff and left the library. Although he worried that it would drive them further apart, he decided he'd ask Emily out again if the opportunity presented itself and there weren't any idiots around to put her down. Hopefully it wouldn't be as much of a train wreck as his first attempt. Emily drove home on autopilot, barely paying attention to what she was doing in her depressed haze. Hannah was wrong. Jacob wasn't desperate, he was just a good person. He'd somehow found something to like in an ugly, anti-social girl who had initially wanted nothing to do with him. He might have even been telling the truth when he said she was pretty, though she honestly couldn't understand how he could've come to that conclusion. She knew he could do better than her. Jacob was fun and handsome, and while he wasn't exactly popular, he wasn't unpopular either. Once he got over her rejection, she was sure he could find a nice girlfriend who wasn't as ugly or boring as her. Besides, if they got together, he'd eventually learn about her; habits, and she wasn't really sure if she could handle that. He'd probably think she was a freak, and he'd probably be right to think it. She finally broke away from her self-loathing as she pulled into her driveway and saw her parents loading up the SUV. They were getting ready to leave for their "second honeymoon", whatever that meant. Probably "nonstop sex in a hotel room", if she had to guess. Her dad waved at her as she got out of the car. "Hey baby." "Hey," she replied. "Are you and Mama about to leave?" Her mom walked out of the garage lifting two heavy suitcases like it was nothing. "Can't wait to get rid of us, huh? We're almost ready. How was school?" "Fine," Emily lied. Her mom finished packing the car and wrapped her arm around her dad's waist. "You sure there won't be any house parties while we're gone?" her dad asked. "No, Daddy." Her mom smirked. "You don't have to lie to us, Emily." Emily rolled her eyes and once again wondered at two people in front of her. Michael and Jessica Tenner: the perfect couple in every conceivable way. They were both doctors who had met in medical school. Michael could easily be described as exceedingly handsome, even if he was a bit on the short side. Jessica, though, was extraordinary. People were always surprised when they found out she was an anesthesiologist, since their first guess would always be professional bodybuilder. She wasn't too bulky, but she was built enough that she wouldn't be able to hide it even if she wanted to; not that she did. Her muscles didn't detract from her bust either, her pectorals sporting two shapely G cup tits. Add to that her general drop-dead gorgeousness, and you started to wonder if Amazons were really a myth. Honestly, if it weren't for a few incidental facial similarities, Emily would've thought she was adopted. There was a period in middle school where she seemed to start bulking up, but it didn't last very long, and she just went back to her normal figure in a week. She remembered it really upsetting her dad for some reason. Jessica approached her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "We'll miss you, baby." "Yeah yeah," Emily replied, pulling away from her only to be hugged by Michael. "I'll miss you, too." They both got into the SUV, Jessica waving from the passenger seat. "Don't wreck the house too bad," she said as they drove away. Emily waved them off, eager to have the house to herself. Hopefully being able to go all out without having to worry about being heard would cheer her up. She entered the house and made a beeline up the stairs and into her parents' room. She found the key to their expansive walk-in closet in its usual hiding spot, and, like always, marveled at its contents. There was one thing above all else that made Emily certain that she was was her parents' daughter: her libido. She had been masturbating multiple times a day before she even knew what sex was. Then, one night in middle school, she found out what Michael and Jessica Tenner were "playing" every night in their bedroom. She had stared transfixed through the crack in the door, blown away at how something that big could fit inside of her Mama. That experience had actually led to a bit of confusion when she discovered pornography, since all the guys in it were so tiny. It wasn't until later on that she realized that her mother wasn't the only ridiculously endowed person in the family. It wasn't long after that event that she had figured out where her parents kept their "toys", which brought her back to the present moment. Behind a huge rack of clothes was a veritable shrine to sex. A huge assortment of items lined the walls and filled the shelves: lingerie, bondage gear, cock rings, anal beads, strap-ons; there was even a disassembled sex swing sitting in the corner of the room. What Emily was interested in, though, was the shelf filled entirely with neatly-arranged dildos. Figuring she had all weekend to work her way up to the more intense sizes, she decided to start small, picking up a green, eight-inch vibrator. After washing it in the bathroom sink, she stripped naked and went to her bedroom. She fell onto her bed and began teasing her clit. It never took her very long to get going, and in no time at all her juices were already overflowing and dripping onto the sheets. She brought the end of the vibrator to her slit, and this time she didn't imagine it belonging to some random porn actor, and instead pretended it belonged to Jacob. She imagined him laying over her, getting ready to penetrate her for the first time. He'd be gentle, slowly inserting his rod to make sure he didn't hurt her. She gradually pushed the vibrator into her pussy, inch by inch, until it was fully inside her. She moaned in pleasure, her hips twitching upwards at irregular intervals. Jacob would look deep into her eyes and ask her if she was okay. "Hmm. Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Jacob." He'd begin thrusting, still taking care to not be too rough. Emily pumped the vibrator with one hand while fingering her clit with the other. "Harder, Jacob! Fuck me harder!" She quickened her pace, thrusting the toy in and out of her as she imagined Jacob moaning in her ear. Her pleasure built to a crescendo. "Cum inside me! Fill me up with your cum!" She came, her inner walls repeatedly clenching around the vibrator as she imagined Jacob pumping her with his sperm. She writhed in pleasure for nearly a full minute before relaxing, her breathing short and rapid in post-orgasmic bliss. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth, licking up her juices while pretending it was mixed with Jacob's cum. She went on like this for hours, cumming around twenty times before she lost count. Her body never seemed to tire when it came to sexual pleasure, though she never really thought much of it. After all, it wasn't uncommon for her to hear her parents going at it all day. She probably could've kept going all night, but she eventually decided it was time for bed and took a shower. After using the shower head to get in one more quick orgasm, she washed herself off and went to bed. She hugged her pillow as she tried to sleep, still feeling a bit down. A good masturbation session usually made her feel better, but this time there was a constant twinge of disappointment in the back of her mind. It was too bad that her imaginary partner would forever remain imaginary. When Emily woke up she felt; different, somehow. Confused, she brought her hands to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes; and immediately froze. Her heart began to race as she desperately tried to feel for something that miraculously seemed to be missing. Excitement building, she rushed to the master bathroom and gasped at the girl staring back at her through the mirror. Her face was completely unblemished, covered in perfectly clear, silky-smooth skin. She ran her fingers across her cheek in wonder. Looking down, she found the rest of her body in the same condition; absolutely perfect olive skin from head to toe. That wasn't all, though. She was curvier. A lot curvier. It seemed she had gotten wider in all of the right places; her hips and thighs were noticeably thicker, and her ass had plumped up quite a bit as well. She groped her tits, and they were definitely heavier, fuller; about the size of a pair of grapefruits. Even her nipples; which in the course of her examinations had become rock hard; had grown longer and thicker. Just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating or something, she went back to her room and tried putting on some of her clothes. She was pretty sure her panties felt tighter, but she got clear confirmation of her growth when she tried to pull on one of her pairs of jeans. The denim stretched tightly over her thighs, and she really had to struggle to get the waist of the jeans past her hips and ass. When she finally managed to pull them fully on, she felt like her entire lower body was caught in a vice. She didn't even bother trying to do up the button, dismissing it as a lost cause. Emily could feel wetness soaking into her panties as she picked out a bra with mounting excitement. She slipped both arms through the straps with practiced ease, letting the cups slip under the curve of her tits. That wonderful, unfamiliar tightness gripped her chest as she reached back and, with some difficulty, hooked on the back straps of the bra. She reached under each cup and adjusted herself as best she could, but there was only so much she could do. Her tits were absolutely squashed into the too-small undergarment, flesh bulging outwards over the top of the cups. After admiring herself for a bit longer, she slipped on a red v-neck that, like the rest of her outfit, felt tighter than before. By all rights she should've been terribly uncomfortable, but she was thrilled by the tightness hugging her body, as if she were about to burst out of her outfit at any second. She walked back into the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. She was; she was hot! Her hips flared out much wider than her waist, her ass was a perfect "apple bottom", with her cheeks jutting outward at a sharp angle from her waist and thighs, and her tits were skirting the border between "big" and "huge." To top it all off was her perfect, clear face. Though, now that she thought about it, was she always this; good looking? Frowning, she studied herself closer, feeling the contours of her face. She didn't think her facial structure had changed at all. Putting aside all the changes to the rest of her body, was clearing up her acne really all it took to make her feel so; pretty? Was that what Jacob saw in her? Her heart fluttered at the thought of him. Maybe he'd ask her out again when he saw how hot she had become. Maybe; maybe she felt good enough for him, now? ; Was that shallow of her? She shook her head. She could worry about that later. Right now she really needed to get off. It had been a long time since she felt this horny. She pulled down her pants, exposing her dripping sex. As much as she loved the feeling of her tight jeans, there was no way she was going to be able to fit a hand down there without taking them off. She cleared a space on the bathroom counter and climbed up, getting up close and personal with her own reflection. Standing on her knees, she leaned back and ran her fingers over her labia before attacking her clit. A shockwave of pleasure coursed through her, her nub seeming even more sensitive than usual. As she continued playing with it, she was starting to think that even it had gotten a bit bigger. First two, then three fingers inserted themselves into her eager pussy, pumping in and out of her as her thumb continued to rub at her clit. Deciding that she needed to get a feel for her new tits as well, she roughly pulled up her shirt and bra. Two big, beautiful tits slipped out from under her clothes, bouncing hypnotically as they escaped the confines of her top. With the hand she wasn't using to finger herself, she grabbed at a nipple. As her fingers pinched at the hard pink nub, she let out a surprised and ecstatic squeak. It was so sensitive! She had never felt anything like it before! She pulled her other hand away from her pussy and moaned as she pinched her other nipple. Reveling in the newfound sensations, she began groping and jiggling her new assets, all the while pulling and twisting roughly at her nipples. After only a few moments, her body rocked in orgasm, pleasure radiating out from her tits and suffusing itself throughout her entire body. She forced open her eyes and stared in awe at the curvy vixen in the mirror writhing in front of her. Her breathing shifted from helpless gasps to heavy panting as her orgasm ceased. She stared at her tits in amazement. She didn't even know it was possible to cum with her tits! These changes to her body just kept getting better and better! That thought brought her back to reality. What was going on with all of this, anyway? A late growth spurt? If so, then this had to have been the fastest growth spurt in history. She'd certainly never heard of anyone's tits going from a modest handful to the size of grapefruits in one night. Should she be worried? Looking back at her reflection, she decided to just roll with it for now. All of the changes were positive, and she felt amazing. She may as well enjoy it. Emily groggily opened her eyes, confused at her unfamiliar surroundings. Oh, that's right. She had spent the entire day masturbating, pretty much confining herself to her parents' bedroom so that she could have easy access to their toy collection. She had no idea how many times she came, but she had worked her way up to an impressive twelve-inch dildo before finally collapsing in exhaustion on her mom and dad's bed. Yawning, she got up and trudged to her room, making a mental note to clean the toys that were still s

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