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Chapter 7 — Saturday night spice

It was Friday evening. As I’d had to work late, Emma had come up to town after taking her adult beginners’ ballet class to meet me at my office. She looked gorgeous as always. After several weeks of warmer weather it was becoming cooler so she was wearing a black leather jacket over a tight-fitting blue and white striped sweater, a black high-waist pleated short skirt, black tights and white Keds plimsolls. Her hair was still in a bun on the back of her head from her class but she had allowed a couple of wisps to curl against the nape of her neck in a most attractive fashion and which invited me to kiss her there at regular intervals. I was still dressed in my suit and smart black shoes but my frustration at not wearing plimsolls was more than cancelled out by the sublime pleasure of walking hand in hand with someone as beautiful as Emma looking so cute and excitingly fresh and girlish in her white plimsolls with her short skirt and black tights.

We strolled happily along the busy street, chatting about our days and stopping to look in shop windows, on our way to our favourite Chinese restaurant in Soho, when I suddenly pointed across the street and said to her, “Look at those girls over there.”

The girls in question were a group of teenagers presumably on their way to a party or a club judging by their loud and raucous high spirits as they jaunted their exuberant way along the pavement. What made them of special interest to us was that they were all wearing black leotards, a black silk or black velvet bow tie, black tights or full length leggings and black lace-up plimsolls. Each girl wore a head band, a scrunchy tying her hair in a pony tail, a little tutu skirt in floaty frothy tulle, towelling sweat bands on her wrists, ankle socks, leg warmers bunched around her ankles and brightly coloured laces on her black plimsolls. All the accessories were in a matching bright day-glo colour different for each girl: green, yellow, pink, orange, light blue and lilac. I watched in fascination as they advanced in a phalanx of long gawky antelope adolescent legs while singing ‘Here come the girls’ in their uninhibited high pitched celebration of young and burgeoning femininity.

With genuine admiration for them I said to Emma,

“Aren’t they fantastic? I’d love to have the freedom to walk down the street in a tutu and tights and plimsolls like that. I’ve always envied you girls for the fun you can have with pretty and sexy clothes and shoes and hair and makeup. I get so fed up with having to wear a shirt and trousers and a jacket nearly all the time.”

“We’ve got to have some compensation for being the ones who have to cope with periods and mad hormones, ovulation pains, sore and itchy boobs in badly fitting bras and having babies,” she laughed, “but if you want to dress up girly and walk down a crowded street why don’t you?”

“The dressing up bit isn’t a problem,” I replied. “You’ve given me so much help with looking more like a girl I almost fancy myself now whenever I see myself dressed up as a plimsoll girl or a ballerina. What holds me back is the not knowing enough about behaving as a woman so I don’t just look like a guy dressed up in women’s clothes.”

“OK then,” she said. “Tomorrow after my pointe class I’ll be your coach and initiate you into all kinds if feminine mysteries and in the evening we’ll get dressed up to knock the boys dead and go out and paint the town red. Oh that was a good rhyme wasn’t it?” she giggled.

“I’d like to dress up like those girls,” I enthused.

“You’ll need lots of confidence to carry it off,” she pointed out.

“If you can teach me to act as a woman as well as you’re teaching me ballet I won’t have any worries in that department,” I smiled just as we were walking into the restaurant. A waiter led us to a table for two in a discreet corner where we sat down. I squeezed her hand and her smile matched mine as I kissed her and her crossed over foot in her white plimsoll began to stroke my leg.

The next morning while she was at her dance school taking her class I called in at the local dance wear shop to buy some of the accessories we needed for our girl’s night out. I had been there a number of times with Emma so the girls who worked there all knew me well. They were all very pretty and very friendly and I loved seeing them in their shop uniform of white tee shirt printed with the shop’s logo, red short skirt, black tights or leggings and black ballet slippers, plimsolls or leather jazz shoes. Chloe, an elfin blonde with a fringe and a long pony tail who was my favourite amongst them, was behind the counter as I walked in and gave me her usual dazzling bright doe eyed smile and cheery greeting.

“Do you sell those little gauzy wrap around tutu skirts in very bright colours?” I asked her without a trace of self-consciousness.

“Yes,” she smiled. “What colour does Emma want?”

“Can Betturkey I see what colours you’ve got?” I decided not to let on that one of them was for me. She emerged from behind the counter and I was delighted to see that with her black leggings and bare feet she was wearing a brand new pair of black canvas Keds that looked lovely on her small, narrow feet. Before then she had always worn black canvas ballet slippers which looked nice on her but didn’t have the same appeal as her very sexy looking new Keds. “I like your new runners,” I smiled to her.

“Sorry, runners?” she smiled a little uncertainly with her head slightly inclined.

“Sorry Chloe, I meant your plimsolls. Runners are what they’re called where I came from,” I explained.

“Oh, thank you,” she beamed and treated me to a lovely little display of feminine grace and beauty as she placed her slender hands on her trim hips, extended a pipe slender leg with her long flowing line beautifully moulded in her leggings and flowing down to her exquisitely pointed foot, which she turned from side to side so I could admire her plimsoll even more. “I love how they look so pretty and so stylish at the same time. Emma always looks lovely in her white ones.”

“She certainly does,” I agreed and felt a little tremor of excitement at the fleeting thought of her naked in them.

Chloe showed me the tutu skirts, which were the sort that have the circle of tulle fixed to a see through gusset that stretches over the leotard. I chose a shocking pink one for Emma and a fluorescent bright green one for myself. I also bought matching coloured headbands, sweatbands, scrunchies, lovely soft cotton rich ankle socks that would look gorgeous on Emma’s feet with her plimsolls and feel gorgeous against my feet inside my plimsolls, leg warmers and even shoe laces. Chloe, still assuming that all my purchases were for Emma, gave me an even more radiant smile as I left and my only other port of call before heading for home was an old fashioned gentleman’s outfitters for a pair of black silk bow ties.

I got home with enough time before Emma returned from her ballet class to strip off down to my white Supergas and ankle socks and make us a sandwich lunch. She came in with her usual energetic chatty bustle as I was setting things on the kitchen table and after giving me a kiss she disappeared for a few minutes before returning naked in a fresh pair of clean white Keds and ankle socks. We carried on chatting over lunch and then she inspected my purchases approvingly. She giggled when I told her that Chloe thought they were all for her.

“Wait until I show her the photos of us,” she laughed.

“I’ll never be able to show my face in there again,” I laughed with her.

After lunch it was time to begin my course of feminisation.

“When a woman goes for a night out the key to her success is preparation,” she began, “and when it comes to preparation the key word is ‘pampering’. The first thing we’re going to do is get you smelling like a girl and the best way to start on that is a good long soak in the bath.”

The bath was original to the house and was so large that filling it with hot water to a comfortable depth amounted to an ecological crime of major proportions as well as a huge hit on the gas bill. But even though we nearly always used the shower she loved her antique bath and wouldn’t dream of replacing it. It came up trumps now as we luxuriated together in a small lake of deliciously warm water softened with sweet smelling bath oil that sat on top of the water in a mountain of foam that rustled gently around our shoulders whenever we moved. We lay back at opposite ends, feet to feet as our bodies absorbed the warmth and the sweet fruity aroma.

“Ah, this is so nice,” she breathed in deep pleasure, then she giggled as she added, “Lets see how much you’re enjoying it” and I felt the wiggling advance of her toes up the length of my deeply submerged erection that had so far escaped detection, until her foot covered my whole length. Pressing against me with a firm push she laughed, “Our flexible friend will have to take a holiday today; you’re one of the girls now.”

“Well you’d better let it pack its bags then,” I smiled as I lifted her foot by her ankle and tickled the soft curl of her sole to make her yelp with pleasure.

“Tickling feet is off limits too,” she laughed. “Now the first thing we need to do is work on your voice. You’ll need to use your falsetto but the trick for sounding feminine rather than effeminate is to find a comfortable pitch that resonates inside you so that it says ‘I’m a sexy woman’ and not ‘I’m a sissy in a dress.’ Try it now. Your vocal chords will be nice and relaxed now we’ve been in the bath for a while.”

I experimented with various pitches of falsetto while I told her about my morning’s shopping until I felt a deep warm timbre in my chest.

“That’s lovely,” she enthused. “You sound Betturkey Giriş just like Susan Hampshire in those reruns of ‘The Forsyth Saga’. Now keep it light and just a little bit breathy. Lovely! Now keep in that voice all the time from now on. OK, now you got a beautiful woman’s voice you have to make sure you use it. What’s the biggest difference between men and women?”

“Besides the — sorry — besides the obvious ones?” I smiled apologetically as I forgot myself for a second and slipped out and then back into my feminine voice.”

“Yes dear,” she smiled sweetly in a ‘Stop messing about and get on with it’ kind of way.

“That’s easy,” I laughed. “Women talk and men wished they didn’t.”

“You are a clever little sausage today,” she smiled and dabbed a handful of soap bubbles on my nose. “Women are made for talking and our brains are hard wired for it. We talk for pleasure; men have a much more purpose-driven approach to talking, meaning they only talk when they need to. Women like to sit and goss while men prefer to take themselves off and do the Times crossword or build scale model steam engines in their garden sheds or play with their willies.”

“That’s a bit of a generalisation but I get what you’re saying”, I laughed.

“So the key to talking like a woman is, well, to keep talking,” she giggled. “And you really can talk about anything and everything, especially about feelings. Feelings are very good things when you’re a woman. The other important thing, and you may need to practice this a bit, is to talk and listen and look all at the same time. All the time a woman is talking she’s looking and listening out for verbal and non-verbal clues for how the other person is reacting and for cues for more conversation. Now we’re coming on to body language, remember the rule about most communication being non-verbal. Here’s a little test for you: how am I feeling right now?

“You sound really happy and relaxed,” I said. Then I looked at her a little more closely. “But you’re sitting up very straight and your hands are gripping the sides of the bath, like you’re nervous but trying to hide it.”

“You’re really good,” she beamed and relaxed herself again. “Living with me must be having a good effect on you.”

“I’ll happily give you the credit for that,” I laughed as I followed her out of the bath.

I continued practicing girl talk with her while we dried ourselves and got down together to the task of depilation. While I carefully shaved my face and my whole body and then carefully attended to my eyebrows which I keep at a fairly androgynous level, I enjoyed the spectacle of her attending to her gorgeous long legs and her very sexy underarms with her Ladyshave before smoothing lotion over her legs so that they shone with a smooth sheen.

We chattered away over the merits and demerits of shaving methods and then moved on to the rich conversational mine that is perfume as we continued to pamper our bodies with sweet smelling deodorant, body spray, hair spray (In my case on the wig I was going to wear) and some very expensive perfume. We took care to use different brands of each to distinguish our personal aromas.

When we had finished she decided that it was time for me to practice moving like a woman. “But before you can move like a woman, you’ll need breasts and you’ll need to lose your man bulge,” she declared.

“Breasts are no problem but what about my bits?” I puzzled.

“I’ve already thought about that,” she smiled mysteriously as she disappeared to the bedroom for a moment and returned with something in her hands. She held out the object towards me by the tips of her fingers, with her hands delicately bent at the wrists, and smiled cheekily as she bobbed a little curtsey and presented them to me. She was holding the most formidably hideous pair of flesh coloured elasticated underpants I had ever seen.

“What the fuck are those?” I exclaimed, completely lapsing back into masculinese. “They look like the Underpants of Doom!”

“They’re shaping pants,” she explained. “I bought them for you ages ago as a surprise to give you at the right moment. The more dedicated female impersonators wear them to give them a more feminine shape so they can wear shorts skirts or no skirt. If we’re going out tonight dressed in leotards and tights and tiny frilly tutu skirts you’ll have to wear these pants so you don’t give yourself away straight away.”

The Underpants of Doom were literally a pain to get on and it took me a couple of grimacing, eye watering moments while they flattened, squeezed and pushed my bulgy bits against my groin until I had finished. But the pain was worth the gain because when I put on a little black satin g-string and my black leggings over them I found that instead of my bulge I now had a very nice feminine curve between my legs. I was only sorry that I couldn’t enjoy the smooth satiny feel of my g-string directly against my skin.

Next Betturkey Güncel Giriş I put on my prosthetic breasts, which had the weight and feel and hang of real breasts inside my black satin bra and which also clung against my chest with a slightly tacky adhesiveness to keep them in place. I had opted for a modest A cup because of my lack of hips to balance anything larger. They were joined together to look and feel more realistic and even gave me a fair approximation of a cleavage. With my breasts and my sexy underwear on I was starting to feel much more feminine, even more so when Emma suggested I put on a pair of Bryony’s sleek and stylish black velvet high heels to practice walking the womanly walk.

“Men stride; women glide,” she explained. “Posture is very important too. What you’re learning in ballet applies here too: straight back, shoulders back, tummy in and chest nicely projected. Women tend to walk inclining slightly forward whereas men are a little backward – not meaning to be unkind,” she giggled. “Take shorter steps than you would normally, try placing one foot slightly in front of the other as you walk so your legs move in a sort of swinging curve and give your hips just a hint of a wiggle. Just think of catwalk girls but slightly less exaggerated.”

I tried my catwalk glide a few times and she gave me an encouraging “Well done” before continuing. “All your movements must be smaller, more precise and more controlled within a smaller compass; but without being mincing or camp. When you stand, put your weight slightly onto one hip so you can bend the other leg slightly which looks nice and sexy. Never stand with your hands down by your sides; rest them on your hips or cross your arms under your breasts. When you’re sitting keep your legs together with your feet together or slightly apart at the most. Knees together with your feet wider apart is OK and cross legged is very good because you can look confident and sophisticated and you can do sexy movements with your crossed over foot. When you sit down don’t just park your bum on the seat but lower yourself slowly and carefully.”

My crash course in femininity continued as we finished preparing ourselves. I put on my wig of long straight black hair, with a straight fringe across my forehead which emphasised my eyes, and tied my hair in a pony tail with several loops of my fluorescent green towelling scrunchy. I had chosen my wig to match with my leotard, which had long sleeves to disguise the masculinity of my arms and a high roll neck to conceal my false breasts and which Emma said would emphasise my eyes even more. These I made up carefully with liner, mascara and shadow to look very striking and be an instant point of attraction. “A woman takes care to emphasise her best features,” she instructed. With careful application of foundation, blusher and dark red lipstick the finished result was so much like Bryony I fancied myself almost to be her twin sister rather than her twin brother.

I continued practicing my feminine conversational and social skills while Emma gave my nails a thorough manicure: filing them and tidying up the cuticles, fixing on a set of long and attractively pointed false nails and finally applying to them a coat of very shiny dark red varnish. I finished off my hands and wrists with some pretty rings and bracelets from Bryony’s jewellery collection and adorned my ears with a pair of clip on drop earrings I had bought for myself when I had first begun to dress as a plimsoll girl and which had great sentimental value to me.

I had a tight, excited feeling in my chest as we finished putting on our costumes. Emma had already been wearing her very sexy black satin and lace plunging bra and matching panties while she had been making up and brushing her gorgeous mane of long flowing blonde hair until it shone. Now I marvelled as she slid over her lovely legs her sheer and shiny black leggings and then eased herself into an incredibly sexy and figure moulding shiny black high thigh leotard with tiny shoulder straps, a front that beautifully displayed her very womanly décolletage and a back just low enough to give a slight glimpse of the girth of her bra.

Together we put on our head bands, ankle socks, leg warmers and our black plimsolls; hers were brand new classic canvas Keds and mine were Ben Simons. Then we added the detailing: our black silk bow ties, towelling sweatbands on our wrists, head bands and Emma’s earrings, rings and bracelets (she preferred to put on her jewellry at the end of her preparations). Finally we negotiated our legs into our little gauzy tutu skirts and pulled them up to nestle securely around our waists. We stood in front of a full length mirror and two beautiful women dressed as long legged sexy ballerinas looked back at us. I had never felt as sexy as I did just then. We took some photos of each other and some with us together, hugging and giggling together in our shared conspiracy for an evening of feminine fun.

It was just before seven in the evening when we finished our preparations that we had begun just before one in the afternoon. The last thing that Emma did before we left for the wine bar we had decided to descend upon was to present me with that essential bit of female kit, my very own handbag.

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She was waiting for me as I came in the door, barefoot, wearing a long skirt and a blouse and, I knew, hose, cotton panties and a plain bra. The very picture of a prim and proper housewife, however I knew better, she was one of the hottest minxes in half the state.

” I’ve been bad and I need to be punished.” she said, “Very bad!”

“What have you done now?” I asked, crossing the room and taking a seat on the sofa. She followed and stood in the center of the room – her hands clasped together, her eyes on the floor.

“I was a real whore. There was a FedEx delivery guy at work – and – umm – well, he was a real hunk. His pants were full of his cock and balls. Really bulging. All I could do was stare at his crotch. He saw me looking, I think. He got a hard on – God, it was big.”

“And?”

“UUUHH – Well – He made me hot.”

“And?”

” AAAHH – UUH, All I could think of was sucking on him. Pulling down his pants and taking his cock in my mouth and sucking on it. I imagined I was on my knees in the middle of the office – slurping on his cock and everyone got up and gathered around to watch.”

Her eyes were on the floor but she was darting glances at me – checking my reaction, this was not a new game with us, we both knew where it was going. A smirk was fighting to replace the frown on her face. She was nervous and fidgety, wringing her hands and shifting from foot to foot. And, I knew, her pussy was swelling with anticipation.

“Anything else?”

“Well, yeah, sort of —”

“What?”

” When he came I smeared it all over my face and licked my lips and my fingers and everybody cheered.”

And at that, the smirk won. She looked at me – what was I going to say to that one?

Coolly I asked, “And what do you think of that? Why? What kind of a woman even imagines things like that? What kind of filthy mind do you have? You are a real slut! Nothing but a whore!”

A look of fear appeared on her face, her eyes filled with tears.

“I must really be a slut. I must really have a filthy mind. I was really bad – you must be terribly mad at me.” and, with that, she began to really fidget.

“Yes, I am. And, yes, you are. What are we going to do with you?”

I was now acting angry and stood up and crossed to her, lifted her chin and looked in her eyes – tears were welling in them, fear and anticipation fighting for dominance. Her chin shivered and her lips were quivering as she responded.

“I need you to punish me. I am a terrible slut and I need you to teach me to behave.”

I stepped back and looked at her, “First, show Betturkey me what you wanted to do.”

And as quick as the words were out of my mouth she was on her knees in front of me. Her hands flew to my belt, fumbling in her haste, and then opened my pants and drew them down to my knees. That done she looked up at me and took hold of my cock and sucked it into her mouth. With my balls in one hand and her lips around my cock, she proceeded to suck on me. I rested my hands on her head and began to work my cock in and out of her mouth, her response was to slurp and blow noisily. I could see her eyes looking up at me – was she seeking approval or reproof? Well, I knew the answer to that.

“You are a slut,” I said, “a whore and you deserve whatever you get!”

She was noisily sucking on me, one hand between my legs rubbing and squeezing my ass and balls. As I pumped her mouth I could feel her tongue sliding on my cock as she pressed it against the roof of her mouth. When I pushed deep into her I could feel the muscles in her throat squeezing the head of my cock After a couple minutes I came – shooting into her mouth, as I did she drew back, smearing the cum on her face and lips. She rocked back on her hips, rubbing cum around her face with one hand, then licked her lips and fingers. On her face was a look of satisfaction – as if she had accomplished something.

I shook off my pants, left them on the floor, and took her by the hair. I lifted her straight up, the look of satisfaction was replaced by fear – she knew what was coming, anticipating what was next. Holding her by the hair, I walked her across the room and against a table, pushed her face down on it. When I released her hair and stepped back, she looked back at me, over her shoulder, a look of fear and anticipation on her face. As I turned and picked up my pants I spoke.

“Bare your ass, slut.”

While I removed the belt from my pants, her hands hurriedly hitched her skirt up around her waist, then reached down to strip her panties down her thighs and went back to holding up her skirt. She knew that she would need to hold it up or it would slide down and that would only lengthen things.

I was about to beat her – that was the whole purpose of the charade – and while I had no interest in harming her, nor in hurting her, she wanted and needed real pain and real punishment, it allowed her absolution for her ‘sins’. So, it was on me to be sure that I did so without causing her any real harm

I turned back to her, my belt in hand – she was leaning over the table, her ass exposed, her pussy lips peeking between her thighs, her Betturkey Giriş panties around her knees, her skirt hoisted to her waist. I looked her over, she did have one of the loveliest asses in existence, her whole body was shivering – in fear – in anticipation. I reached between her cheeks, grabbed her pussy, sliding my fingers between her lips and into her. As I had expected she was sodden, wet and swollen with anticipation.

“YOU CUNT! YOU WHORE! You’re all wet from just thinking about it!”

She had grown up in a very repressive atmosphere, sex was bad, a woman who enjoyed it was a ‘slut’, a ‘whore’ and had to ‘learn better’. She had a very strong libido and had to deal with it somehow. She chose to incite herself – and me – with elaborate fantasies of public sex (one time her story was that the office manager had called her into his office to ‘counsel’ her for some minor problem. She imagined that for her punishment he leaned her over his desk, pulled up her skirt – no panties, she never wore them to work – and fucked her. The door was open and everyone saw what was going on. When he was done with her, everyone lined up and fucked her. The ladies taking turns between the men to lick her pussy clean, sucking the cum and ‘preparing’ her for the next male. Of course, she hollered and screamed and came for each of them) – come to think of it, that one makes a good story too. Like this story, she surprised me with it one day when I came home – we went through the same ritual of confession, penance and absolution as described for this story – the only real difference was her ‘sin’ of the day. She did have a wild imagination and guilt’s to match.

I stepped back and began to cover her ass with stripes; each stroke left a red welt across her cheeks. She kicked her heels, groaned, and twitched, each new stripe was driving her closer and closer to an orgasm (often she cum after five or six lashes), until after the fifth she came- moaning . . .

“Oh God! Christ! Forgive me, I’m sorry! God, I am a slut, a whore, Oh God, Please beat me – Fuck me – Fuck me – Please! I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, please stop. It hurts, you’re hurting me.”

“I’m not done with you yet, cunt!”

I stepped behind her, reached between her legs and grabbed her cunt, sliding two fingers into her and sank my thumb into her ass, and pulled and pushed, jerking her around by her cunt.

“Your cunt is all wet, you whore! You’re not sorry yet, but you will be!”

With that I changed sides and hands, and began to beat her again, the welts now ‘X’s on her cheeks. She began crying and begging, sobbing for forgiveness.

“Oh, Betturkey Güncel Giriş please, stop! I’m sorry – I’ll never – not ever – be bad again – Oh, please, I’ll be good! I promise, I’ll be a good girl!”

She was kicking and flailing and, after five or six strokes with the belt, she once again came.

“Oh God, please, I’ll be good! Please, please – Oh God! I’m cuming – FUCK ME!! NOW, PLEASE FUCK ME!! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME!! PLEASE – PLEASE – NOW!! I’M SORRY I WAS BAD!! JUST FUCK ME – I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME!!”

When she started to cum, I dropped the belt and stepped behind her, pressing her down on the table with one hand on her back. I used the other to guide my cock into her asshole – not gently nor slowly but hard and fast. We both knew the ritual and she kept her asshole squeezed tight. I had to force it open, driving deep into her, when I did she let go of her skirt and began to beat the table with her fists as I punished her ass with my cock – fucking her ass until she came again.

When I finished, she lay across the table sobbing – my cock still in her ass but growing soft – and I could feel her contractions and spasms. She looked back at me, over her shoulder, her eyed puffy and tears on her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I was bad. Can you forgive me? Can you still love me? I’m sorry, I’ll be good, really, I’ll be GOOD! Do you hate me?”

“I love you, girl, I always will. I could never hate you, it’s not possible.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the back of her neck, my cock slipped from her ass and she wiggled under me. I moved back and let her stand, she turned to me, pulling her panties up and letting her skirt drop. With that she was off to the bathroom and returned with a bowl of water, soap, washcloth and a towel. Immediately, she was on her knees before me, washed my cock clean, rinsed and dried it with the towel.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was so bad, I’ll be good. I promise I will, I promise. I’m sorry.”

When she finished, she kissed the head of my cock and stood up, warily watching me. I took her in my arms and kissed her – first softly, then deep and hard.

“I love you, girl, and there is nothing that can change that.”

We, then, fixed dinner (no, she had not cleaned herself, she would wear her ‘penance’ like a hair shirt for a while). We watched TV, cuddled on the couch, her head on my lap, and later, when it was time for bed, I took her to the shower. I washed her body, toweled her dry, then laid her on the bed, soothed her welts, first with my tongue and then with lotion. I made love to her slowly, using fingers, lips and tongue before finishing, wrapped in each other’s arms, my cock deep in her pussy.

“I love you like this,” she told me, ” but sometimes I just have to have it the other way. I really do need it sometimes.”

“I know. I understand. I love you.”

And we went to sleep in each other’s arms.

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Anita’s World, Season 1, Episode 2: Family Issues

Frank and Max meet everyone

By Phiro Epsilon

Hi,

This is the second episode of a saga about the every-day and erotic adventures of two families and the people associated with them.

In the first episode, we met Vanessa and Bernd and learned how they got over their problems talking to each other with a little nudge from new friends. There was already a hint about the twin sons of this couple. So, meet Maximilian and Frank here, and also Tom’s daughter Jessica.

Warning: There is no quick fuck in my stories. There WILL be sex, but rather late in the story. This story also contains traces of gay sex, anal sex, and incest, so if you are offended by that, don’t read it. As always, the main topic is having fun with each other, not regarding gender, relationship or marital status.

A note about Germany, if you aren’t interested, you can skip to the story.

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One difference between America and Germany, which plays a role in this story, is the fact that there are no vocational courses on German high schools or colleges. They teach science, arts, and languages only.

Crafts are taught by licensed masters with a shop of their own or within large companies. Aspiring craftsmen leave school at the age of 16 or later and start an apprenticeship. It mostly takes three years to “graduate” and become a journeyman. There are few crafts today (mostly carpenters), where journeymen can go “on the road” and get hired for a shorter or longer time by other masters of the craft. Usually, journeymen stay with the same master or company through three more years, before they can become masters for themselves.

There is some schooling parallel to the practical training, mostly on schools dedicated to the crafts, sometimes on technical or integrated high schools parallel to the regular courses.

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All people busy with or present at sexual acts in my story are of legal age.

In the light of recent events: Copyright© 2019 Phiro Epsilon

Posting this story, in whole or in part, on another web platform or under another name is not permitted.

1

I was standing at the bottom end of the escalator in the airport of Fuerteventura waiting for my twin brother.

With very mixed emotions. Frank and I hadn’t seen each other for nearly two years. Christmas in our parents’ home had turned into a catastrophe. Mom and Dad were always fighting about all and nothing. Frank and I had left angrily after two hours, never to return again up to now.

Last year I sent text messages to everyone, told them that I had a busy year ahead and couldn’t come home for Christmas. I barely could avoid adding some very sarcastic remarks.

The “busy year” had been no lie. I had to write my thesis and worked myself through five exams. Now I needed to wait for my marks, and then decide what to do afterward. Until then …

Suddenly two letters appeared. You know, those physical things with envelopes. Sent by air mail. Written on expensive paper, stamped on the island of Fuerteventura. Mom and Dad and apologized for their behavior in my presence. Wow! They wrote that they were working through their issues—together—and would love to spend Christmas with my brother and me in our house on the island. They would, of course, reimburse us for the flights.

What a cruel trick! E-mails I would have deleted unread, but when someone goes the whole nine yards, my sense of justice—my education to be honest—doesn’t allow me to ignore that.

And even though I thought, “What a bullshit,” I couldn’t get the offer out of my head. Christmas had always been the time, when Mom and Dad were at home, regardless of anything else, when we could sit together, sing along silly songs from the radio, and eat homemade cakes.

And talk to each other. Spill our guts about everything—apart from sex, of course, which never ever was on the plate at any time at home. Not a single time. Frank and I learned about the birds and the bees from our classmates in elementary school.

So what did Mom write? “Bernd and I never talked about our needs. We just started now…” Needs? Needs as in “sexual needs?” Had that been the reason behind all those arguments?

“During those few days,” Dad had written, “I have learned more about Vanessa’s wishes than in all the years we have been together.” That was rather direct. Close to “too much information” about our parents.

Somehow that sounded as if the two had found an excellent therapist. If that guy was still there, he might be able to …

Anyway, Frank was still less enthusiastic about this whole shebang than me. I texted him after reading the letters, and he just answered, “Don’t know.”

Then an e-mail appeared about a big contract he was about to land. Fourteen heritage-protected half-timber houses, the big breakthrough for his company, blah, blah, blah. It really sounded like one big pretext.

Frank never was very keen on books, graduated from middle Betturkey school and directly entered into an apprenticeship with a carpenter. As a journeyman, he “took the road” as journeymen had done in centuries past. Walking from town to town, applying for short or longer jobs, staying for one year twice, and finally getting stuck in Erfurt. He must have impressed his master enormously because he inherited the carpentry—and a lot of property sporting old trees—two years later, when his master died from cancer. And now—fourteen major contracts at one blow. Wow! I didn’t know, and I hadn’t expected his company to be that successful.

I thought that was the last and was just preparing my letter of regret to our parents when another text came. He changed his mind, and if I was still in for it—sure, now he was passing the buck to me—but I quickly booked two flights and sent the tickets per e-mail before he could change his mind again.

*

Now I was standing in the airport awaiting my brother. He appeared at the top of the escalator, and I flinched. That guy looked good! He had always been a little more muscular than me, but now… My hands twitched to touch those muscles.

He obviously needed longer to recognize me. Last time we met I was wearing long hair and full beard as usual for students. But at one point that felt wrong, and I now had short hair and was clean-shaven.

Just like he was and had been for all his life.

A big smile appeared on his face. “Brother mine!” he shouted, jumping down the last steps and opening his arms wide.

I hesitated, but then I accepted the hug. “Good to see you,” I said, “after those years.”

He hugged me even more forcefully and what I had feared did happen. Heat rose in me, and I started shaking.

He immediately broke his hug and stared at me puzzled.

“Your suitcase should arrive on belt eleven,” I said.

“I’ve got everything in my backpack,” he answered, tapping at the monster he carried effortlessly on his back.

“Good,” I said and turned away. “I’ve got everything stowed in the car already.” I took the car key out. “You drive.”

*

There were two good reasons to let Frank drive. On the one hand, he was the worst front-seat passenger in the world. And on the other … I needed time to collect my guts.

Fifteen minutes later, in the thick traffic heading south, I was set. Without any introduction, I said, “I’m starting to question my sexuality.”

“Yeah?”

O-kay, that was a bit disappointing.

The next moment he stepped on the brakes. The Jeep jerked to a stop in the middle of the street. Frank turned and looked at me. “Do you mean you are gay?”

Behind us, hundreds of cars started to honk. Frank started the engine and drove to the curb. “So?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m doubting.”

“Earlier—” He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder “—when we hugged…”

I shrugged.

“Are you—um—horny for me?”

Heat shot through my body into my head. My face had to have turned red, because Frank shook his head, turned forward again and merged into the traffic.

“Just to understand,” he said a couple of minutes later. “You’ve got—um—feelings for men?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes or no?”

Pause. “More yes than no.”

“Did you already … You know what I mean.”

“I never had sex with a man. Our recent hug was the most intimate thing I did until now.”

“Yeah?” Pause. “How long?”

Pause. “Rather long.”

“Since before Eva or afterward?”

Eva had been my girlfriend, back in my senior high school year. We had both turned eighteen, so I had had hopes…

Frank came home just for one week of vacation, and it took only two days before I knew that it was over for me. I confronted him, we shouted at each other, and he slapped me. Straight on my nose. I only looked at him and ran away.

“Why Eva?” I asked. “You mean— The reason why I didn’t hit back?”

“Exactly. Do you have an idea how shitty I felt afterward?”

“No, that wasn’t the reason. I could see how you were looking at her. I knew you had the hots for her. If only you’d said something in advance, I’d OKed it. Or we could have laid her together.”

He flinched. The car swayed. “What?” he stuttered. “You mean…”

“Frank, you’re my brother. You are—were—my best friend. Frank … I don’t know if I’m gay. But I know that I love you.”

With shaking hands, he barely managed to keep the car on the street. “What. The. Fuck!”

“Now you hate me.”

“No! No! Not in the least. Heavens! We could have fun together if I’d opened my mouth.”

“Or me. I deserved my nosebleed.”

He took a deep breath. “Seen in this light, you’re right.”

I laughed. “Here I hoped you contradict me.”

He laughed as well. Liberating, that kind of laughter. “Y’know,” he said. “We learned ‘not opening my mouth’ from the best ones.”

Pause. He turned his head to me frowning.

I Betturkey Giriş stared at him. “Fuck, yes!” I said.

2

During the rest of the trip, I pored over the question of what was worse. To be sexually aberrant or not to be able to talk about that. From time to time I looked at Frank, but the condition of the road forbade any talk. Well, we had a whole week.

“Is that new?” I asked when we passed the former unfinished building close to ours.

His gaze followed my finger. “Looks that way, doesn’t it? Wow! What a bunker!”

My carpenter brother could only accept wood. But that house was built from glass. A big lot of glass. Those guys who had finally snatched building permit from the locals had to be loaded. More than loaded.

Our Finca wasn’t even plastered. Raw concrete blocks. Fortunately, rainfall was a seldom phenomenon here.

“There isn’t a car,” Frank noticed when we parked ours.

“Perhaps they’re in Morro Jable. But at least we know where the spare key is hidden.”

We took our baggage from the trunk and walked to the back of the bungalow. I froze.

“Huh?” Frank said.

Someone was lying on the lounger at the pool. Someone with a female shape. Someone with a completely uncovered female shape. Not our mother, of course, she never sunbathed in the nude. Not even here.

The girl/woman seemed to be our age and rather tall. Her face was hidden behind large sunglasses, which didn’t move at all.

I looked at Frank, he looked back and shrugged.

I dropped my bag and walked over. The girl’s skin was only slightly tanned, no bikini marks. So: not a native. She had spread her legs slightly, and one of her hands was lying on her belly, only inches away from her bald pussy.

While I was still staring, Frank touched her shoulder.

“What?” She started. “Who?” Then she removed her sunglasses, revealing bright green eyes. “Shit, I must have fallen asleep. You’re Frank and Maximilian, right?”

“Max is enough,” I said. “And who are you?”

She rose and scrutinized us. Then she took some quick steps in my direction, said, “I’m Jessica,” grasped the back of my neck and pulled my head down for a kiss on my lips.

HOT!! “How? What?” I stammered.

“We kissed,” she said, “so we’re on first names now.”

I slowly shook my head. At my side, I heard my brother clearing his throat.

Jessica smirked at me, then at him, then she jumped my brother, put her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips and started to conquer his mouth.

Frank dropped his backpack and put his hands on her ass. Insolent. Or just to keep them both from toppling over.

Heavens! The woman was naked! What possessed her—and Frank who still kissed her thoroughly, while his hands on her ass…

She finished the action—the upper half at least—and said, “Welcome to Fuerteventura.”

Frank let her slip down. “You’re the welcoming committee then?”

“Nope. Just neighbor’s little daughter on Christmas vacation.” She pointed to the glass bunker, which gleamed in the distance. “Your parents are visiting mine, and sent me over to greet you.”

I ripped myself out of my stupor. “The welcome was something…,” I stuttered.

She puffed herself up—literally, nothing barring the view. “That’s what your Mama said as well.” Then she broke into a giggle.

“And now?” my pragmatic craftsman brother asked. “Do you want us to accompany you?”

“Aren’t you soaked with sweat? Why not take a shower, swim a couple of laps in the pool and get ourselves known better?”

I eyed the pool suspiciously. It was clean but by far not big enough to “swim laps.” She was undoubtedly accustomed to something different in size. But her idea wasn’t too bad. “Sure,” I said, took my bag and went into the house.

*

I heard Frank leave the shower, while I still was busy putting my things into a closet.

“I hope,” I said, “I didn’t ruin something.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well, Jessica is obviously hot for you. I should have disappeared sooner.”

Silence.

“Max, please look at me.” I did, and he shook his head. “Why are you saying that?”

I shrugged. “I don’t want to spoil your fun.”

“Are you nuts? If—no: when—we do anything, it’s our fun. Didn’t we agree in that earlier?”

I sighed. “You think so?”

Suddenly he came and pulled me in a bear hug. It was better than earlier.

“Yes,” he whispered in my ear. “I think so. You. Me. Fun. Together.”

I saw his towel sliding from his hips, and my heart stopped. I— Well I had seen my brother naked. Long ago and definitely not that close. Fuck! Even his cock looked good. “Um, Frank,” I stuttered. “You’re naked.”

“Yes, I am.”

I looked in his face. He held me at arm’s length and grinned. “Don’t tell me you’re about to wear those long johns while playing with a naked girl in the pool. Here, on the island of naturism?”

Heat rose in me. My eyes were Betturkey Güncel Giriş drawn down against my will.

“Don’t hesitate to look,” Frank said. “It’s nothing special.”

I flinched. My brother had just caught me staring at his cock.

“Because I just got it a cold shower,” he continued smirking. “Normally …”

My thoughts went rollercoasting. I wanted to know how it had looked before.

“And now: Pants down!” he commanded.

I flinched, but put my thumbs into my waistband. I took a deep breath and obeyed my brother’s command.

“Wow!” he said, whistling through his teeth. “You really don’t need to hide this.”

Heat again. I looked down. I really hadn’t noticed, what all that talking had done to my cock. It stood horizontally into the room. My eyes jumped between Frank’s cock and mine, and I had to admit, that he was right. Then something came to my mind. “I can’t go outside like this,” I muttered.

“Then do the same that I did,” Frank said smirking. “Jerk off under the shower and give it a cold pour.”

I stared at him. The image of my brother jacking off in the shower…

“Or just a gust of water, so we can go outside, finally.”

*

“Cold thoughts,” Frank murmured when we finally went through the glass door side by side. “Refrigerator, North Pole.”

I laughed. “Dry ice,” I retorted, “liquid nitrogen.”

“Oh, you pretentious students…”

“What are you talking about?” Jessica asked. She was standing at a shallow point in the pool, her breasts just above the surface, covered in beads of water.

“Novosibirsk,” Frank said, “Anchorage, Alaska.”

“Yakutsk is even colder,” I commented.

Jessica smirked. “Are trying to think cold thoughts?” She caressed her boobs, put her fingers on her nipples and twisted, then she straightened, interlacing her fingers at the back of her neck. Damn! Instant erection again.

I risked a look at my brother and was greeted with a similar sight. There was no choice. I took a run-up and cannonballed into the pool.

A fraction of a second later another cannonball hit the surface beside me. Now, the bones of contention were securely hidden below the surface.

Not much. The water was clean, the surface calmed down, and my erection was clearly visible again.

Jessica didn’t look at all, she kicked against the wall, shot to our side put one hand each on our shoulders and pushed us under the surface.

I was caught totally off-guard, inhaled below the surface and resurfaced coughing and sniffing.

“My goodness,” Jessica shouted. “I haven’t done that in ages.” Then she turned and tried to flee. But never underestimate a carpenter. Frank’s hand closed around her ankle like a bench vise.

She squealed, trying to kick his hand with her other foot.

He looked at me, rose his eyebrows and nodded to the other end of the pool. I nodded and quickly made my way there. He took a deep breath, dived without releasing Jessica’s foot, pushed against the floor, took her around her waist, and sent her flying through the air. Yes, he still had it.

She crashed down on me, arms flailing, and I sent her back by return mail. Girls Volleyball had once been one of our favorite types of sports back then. However, the weight difference was much more significant, and boys and girls far more clothed. Two throws later I dropped her.

“Ha-ha!” Frank shouted. “Never fuck with the Schuppach twins.”

“Yeah?” she cried. “Call me Cruella!” Then she started splashing water at us.

Simple fun. Together. At least for some time.

Frank seemed unfazed when she touched him, or he touched her during the fight. His thoughts seemed to circle around how to creatively dunk her and avoid being dunked.

My thoughts were different. I tried to touch only Jessica’s arms, and not her boobs or body. And I tried to keep her from touching my body or steel-hard rod.

“Stop,” she suddenly shouted. Turning toward me she said, “Max, what’s the matter? Are you afraid of me?”

What should I say?

“No,” Frank blurted out. “He’s afraid of himself.”

I looked at him. My gaze was obviously far from friendly, and he flinched.

Jessica kicked against the wall and swam to me. She stopped at arm’s length, treading water. “Why is that?”

“I—um—”

Frank gazed angrily at me from the other end of the pool. “Tell her,” he snarled. “Or I do it.”

That was too much. I turned in the direction of the ladder trying to escape wanting a rest. But Jessica grabbed my arm. “Max, please, tell me what ‘I’ve done wrong.”

Every muscle in my body tensed up. I barely refrained from shaking Jessica off violently. But then … Oh, what the fuck… “I’m gay!”, I blurted out.

I expected a lot of possible reaction but not that: Jessica exploded with laughter.

“What?” I snarled.

“You!”, she chuckled. “You aren’t gay!” Her hand touched my steel-hard erection. “Gosh!”, she gasped. “You are so not-gay!”

“Th-that’s not you causing that, but my brother.”

She gazed over her shoulder at my brother, who was slowly paddling closer. He was tanned, much more than me, his muscles glittering in the sunlight. I really wanted to put my hand on them, caressing them.

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I am an insatiable woman with an addiction to sex. I get high on the smell, feel, and rush of sex. I am never satisfied with one round. I love to feel a hard cock buried deep in my slutty pussy. I am in search of a man that can please me. I need a long, hard cock to split my pussy wide open. I want to be fucked in every way. I want to be used for my stallion’s pleasure. I want to be treated like the naughty whore that I am. Can you satisfy me?

I walk forward under your direction. I am blinded by the black bandanna around my eyes and my hands are bound behind my back. I feel a breeze across my bare ass shown off by the skimpy maid outfit you have picked out for me. The thin panty line rubs against my clit as I step forward and I moan wishing it was your hands touching me.

My nipples are hard from the cool air that tells me we are outside. Oh master, you’ve chosen a public venue again, you sly devil. The naughtiness of the situation only further arouses my already dripping pussy. “Spread your legs slut,” you tell me as you pull me to a stop and smack my ass.

I moan softly, “yes master.” I spread my feet wide opening my legs to allow you easy access.

“Always so wet,” you whisper in my ear. Your proximity startles me and turns me on all at the same time. I feel your fingertips on my nipples and I sharply inhale startled by your cold touch. You pinch and tug at my nipples causing me to moan loud in pleasure. You know how much I love when you play with my nipples. “You like when I pinch these like this, slut?” You ask pinching my nipples hard between your thumb and index fingers.

“Yes master, you know I love the way you pinch and please my nipples, oh!” I scream for you as you have taught me to do when you ask me a question.

“Bend over and offer me that pussy, whore.” You demand and I obey without hesitation. “I’ll give you one request before I destroy this slut pussy. What Betturkey would you like me to do first?”

“Oh master, thank you. Please eat my slutty pussy, Master, I need to cum on your tongue!”

You rub your hand slowly in a circle on my ass, “such a hungry little whore.” You tell me as your two fingers find my clit. I moan in anticipation of your tongue on my skin. “You don’t want to suck my cock?”

“Oh God yes master,” I groan, “This naughty slut would love to please your beautiful love stick.” You laugh teasingly before I feel your tongue lick from my clit up my dripping slit. “Oh master!” You flick your tongue across my clit and I gasp as my pussy quivers. You rub your index finger around my pussy before I feel your tongue push deep inside my sloppy cunt. “Ahh!” I scream as you furiously tongue my walls setting off every nerve ending in my body. I feel your hands grip my thighs holding me in place as you attack my pussy swirling your tongue in circles then thrusting into my pussy quickly tapping my g-spot with every stroke. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” I yelp as you eat me with expert efficiency bringing me just to the brink of my orgasm. “Yes, master, oh God!” I yell before you withdraw your tongue from me and leave me standing there a quivering mess.

“You weren’t about to cum without my permission, were you, slut?” You ask me in a playful tone.

“Oh Master I was so close, please, I need to cum, please let your whore cum!” I beg you. Whap! I yelp as your cold hand smacks right across my wet pussy lips.

“You know better than that, slut!” You shout and smack my pussy again this time across my throbbing clit.

“Oh God!” I shout my body a raw ball of nerves. I am unable to tell the difference between pain and pleasure, there is only hard and harder. I cry out as you smack my clit again and you laugh.

“You like this slut? You’re getting wetter down here.” Betturkey Giriş You tell me rubbing my oozing slit slowly.

“I love it, master, oh God I love it.”

“Show me how much you love it, slut. Open that mouth of yours.” You demand and I drop my jaw ready for your monster cock. You push your hard meat all the way down my throat with ease from hours of practice. “Oh, yeah, suck my dick, girl.” You whisper stroking my hair as I move back and forth on your member. I press my tongue against the vein running underneath your beautiful beast. I revel in your taste exploding on my tongue. You push deeper in my throat and begin to thrust faster into my hungry mouth. Give me your cum, I beg mentally hoping you’ll pump your hot seed down my throat.

You grant my wish pushing deep down my throat and releasing your load. I swallow every bit you give me. You slowly pull your cock from my lips allowing me to suck it clean. It amazes me how hard it remains even after shooting a load. “How’s it taste, whore?”

“Delicious, Master.” I tell you licking my lips.

“Good. And now I’m going to fuck you, slut. Hard and deep. Are you ready for this dick?”

“Oh please master, please let this whore cum on your hard cock.”

You wind up and bring your hand down hard on my clit making me yelp. “You cum when I tell you to, whore.” Without warning you ram all ten inches deep inside my pussy.

“OH YES! OH MASTER YES!” I scream as you pull back and slam back into me. Over and over you pound into me showing no mercy. My pussy feels as if it is being split in half. Your cock slams against my cervix and I cry out in immense pleasure. You feel so wonderful inside me. Your cock is so deep and thick reaching places inside me I didn’t know existed. “OH GOD MASTER, OH! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, OH” OH!” My words seem to drive you further, as you smack so hard into me that I stumble Betturkey Güncel Giriş forward. There is a small wall that comes to my waist in front of me. You bend me over it and garb my bound hands.

“Fuck, yeah, work those pussy muscles, baby, oh, fuck milk my cock, girl!” You command me and I squeeze my pussy around your shaft as you continue to pound me. I feel your sweat drip onto my lower back and I know you will cum soon. I am so close, but I don’t think I can hold out any longer.

“Please let me cum Master, oh! It’s so good, you’re so good. Master! Please let your whore cum for you!” I beg and plead as my pussy begins to quake.

“Cum on my cock, baby, cum for your master!” You shout and I go off like a nuclear bomb.

“OH FUCK YES! YES! OHHHHHHH I’m COMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I suddenly feel you rip the blindfold from my eyes as your load shoots up into my uterus.

“UNNNGGGHHHH!” You groan as your cock throbs with one final thrust deep inside me letting your cock explode inside me. I am blinded by bright lights as I cum two more times all over your spent cock.

It takes a full ten minutes until you recover enough to move. You cut my bonds and pull me up against you muscled body. I lick your neck as you hold me. “Are you okay?” You ask me, still panting hard.

“I can’t feel my legs,” I tell you with a giggle.

You laugh and spin me around so that my ass presses against your soft cock. “Check out where we are.” You whisper in my ear and I take a deep breath and smile.

“Oh my God.” Gasping, I take in the view. “Oh baby you didn’t!” New York’s magnificent skyline twinkled in the night sky. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

“I had to do something special. It’s our anniversary.” And it was. It had been exactly one year since you claimed me. One year ago I had been a woman so desperate to get off all the time that you caught me finger fucking myself in a public restroom. Since then you have taken my sexual pleasure to new heights. My wonderful master and loving husband. I am still an insatiable sex addict, but I am addicted to your beautiful cock. I’m your insatiable whore.

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Chad, breathing easily and looking mighty fine for a man of thirty-seven, ended his run at his usual bench beside a tool house in the remote Myrtle Beach park tucked into a golf course almost within sight of the ocean enough for most not to realize it was a separate public park. As usual, he ran in just athletic shorts and running shoes. His auburn red hair was boyishly tussled and reddish down swirled around his firm pecs and down the line of his sternum and six pack and under the waistband of the shorts. The raised sitting area was sheltered on the side opposite the running path by a semicircle of azalea bushes. The tool shed and bench sat on the top of a rise, and anyone in that area had to stand from the bench to be seen from the path down the slope.

He looked at his watch and stood up from the bench, moving his hand to the crotch of his athletic sorts, following the long and distinct line of his nestled cock, starting to come alive at the thought of what lay ahead. The figure of a young blond, tanned man, also in jogging shorts, also shirtless, was already on the path below, jogging slowly in place. The young man was looking up the slope. When he saw Chad standing up there, he stopped jogging and moved his hand to his crotch as well.

He was short, small, well-formed but looking young—too young. But that was what Chad was expecting. He knew otherwise, or had been assured otherwise. He would check, of course. He motioned with his head and sat back down on the bench. The young man appeared over the rise of the slope and sat, hesitatingly, next to Chad. The two turned toward each other, looking each other over.

“Interested in a blow job?” the young man asked, his voice low, his eyes looking furtively around.

“Did someone send you?” Chad asked.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Ted.”

Chad nodded his head. The prearranged signals had been the right ones. Ted was his best recruiter, concentrating on students at Webster College suddenly in need of money and already gay curious. He moved an arm around the young man’s back across the back of the bench. Placing three fingers of that hand lightly on the young man’s right bicep proved enough to hold him in place. The young man was a bit skittish, repeatedly scanning the area for anything amiss.

“Where we gonna do it? Behind these bushes?”

“In a minute. Some checking first,” Chad answered. He moved his free hand to glide along the young man’s pecs, down his sternum and belly, testing the hardness and resilience of the skin as if he were shopping for a thoroughbred race horse, which, in some sense, he was. It would take a special kind of young man to take on what he had in the plans. Here again Ted was crucial. He selected them very carefully.

The hand moved underneath the waistbands of the young man’s athletic shorts and jock strap. The young man flinched and automatically spread his thighs as Chad cupped his balls and placed a thumb on the base of the young man’s cock. The young man started breathing heavier and his cock started to engorge, but he held steady.

“Ted tell you what this was about?”

“Yes.”

“And you still want to sign on?”

“Yes.”

“Name?”

Hesitation. “Jake.”

“Real name or the one you want to use with us?”

“The, uh . . . professional name I’ve chosen, I guess.”

Chad started slow-stroking Jake’s cock.

“Done fellatio before?”

“Fellah what?” Jake was trembling at the attention being given his cock, working hard to pay attention to that and what Chad was saying at the same time.

“Blow jobs. Have you sucked guys off before.”

“Once or twice. You know, around the dorm. And Ted.”

“Just a few times, you sure? Ted told you how important it was to be fresh, didn’t he?”

“Yes. Shit, if you continue doin’ that, I’m gonna come.”

“Yes, you are, you’re going to come for me, Jake. Are you sure it’s only a few times?”

“Yes.”

“But it’s what you want? For the benefits you’ll receive? Ted explained all of that, right?”

“Yes. It’s what I want.”

“Been anally fucked?”

“No . . . never.” Ted had been very explicit about that.

“You sure? We’ll check, you know. There’s a full-time doctor on staff. He’ll know.” Of course there was no sure way of checking for the anal virginity in a man, especially if it had been a while in the past, but Jake didn’t need to know that. He was just a college kid—from the nearby Webster University, where Chad got most of his fresh meat, thanks to Ted—for which Ted was richly rewarded. Young college guys, looking good and in great shape, coming to the Carolina coast for college because they were drawn to the surf and the beach resort culture. Randy and needing money, finding it more expensive to live the beach life here than they had anticipated. More often than not willing to be gay for pay to bail them out even if not fully gay.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“But willing to give it up on screen for pay?”

“Yes.”

“Bound? Ted made that Betturkey clear?”

A slight hesitation, maybe more in trying to hold his ejaculation response in check than because Ted hadn’t made clear what he’d have to do. “Yes. God, I think I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet, Jake. You have to learn to control it. If you come before I tell you, the deal’s off. You brought the documents? Your driver’s license? Copy of a college transcript verifying your age? Don’t worry about the name. I’ll only look at it for a matchup and then forget it. You’ll be paid in cash under the table. No taxes. And the doctor’s certificate? My own doctor will verify that before your first anal—which could be as early as today. We have a client hot to fuck a virgin. We bareback, you understand, don’t you? Ted was clear about this. Medical checks frequently.”

“Yes, yes, to it all. Oh shit, I wanna come. Please let me come. Here, here are the docs.” He was fumbling in the pocket of his shorts and came up with the demanded documents.

“Lay them on the bench beside you. And then you can come.”

“Right here, in the jock pouch?”

“Yes, in the jock pouch, Jake.”

Jake arched his head back, gave a lurch and a moan, and slathered the inside of his jock pouch with cum.

“Very nice. Quite a load,” Chad said after a moment of holding there, both savoring the moment. “Most clients like a big shooter.”

He extracted his hand, wiped it on the leg of Jake’s shorts, and reached over Jake’s lap, picking up the documents and perusing them, while Jake reclined, collapsed on the bench and panting shallowly.

“All is in order so far, Jake,” Chad said.

Jake swiveled his head around. “So, Ted said I’d be sucking you off before you took me to this club place.”

“Not in the bushes, Jake. I have a key to this tool shed here.”

It was larger than a shed and Jake did a double take when Chad unlocked and opened the door and guided the young may inside. It wasn’t like any tool shed Jake had ever seen before. First, no garden tools. Second, the walls were draped in some sort of shiny red material. Third, there was just one straight chair sitting in the middle of the floor. And fourth, now that he had looked around, Jake saw that there were video cameras in every corner, in the upper corners focused down and in the bottom corners focused up—all directed at the chair. And there were studio lights around the top of the walls.

Ten minutes later, both men were naked, Chad sitting in the chair, Jake kneeling between Chad’s thighs. Chad was making the last adjustments on Jake’s bonds. He had already turned on the studio lighting and video cameras.

“What’s the red scarf for?” Jake asked, the first question he’d asked since they’d entered the shed. “And what’s with the material on the walls?” Until then he was in awe of what he’d found in the shed. Chad was looping the long, ropey scarf around the link of the fleece-lined handcuffs holding Jake’s wrists together behind his back and moving it to connect, first, with the ankle binding on Jake’s left ankle where it was bound to the extender bar spreading Jake’s legs and then running it to the right ankle and back to the handcuff links, effectively immobilizing Jake on his knees in front of the seated Chad.

“Shanghai silk, Jake. The signature of the Henry Benson Enterprises. Red silk. Attention-getting lovely, smooth to the touch, delicate in appearance, but the strength of steel. That’s what you’ll have to be if you work for us, Jake. Beautiful to look at, delicate to the senses, but the steel of a man. Can you do that?”

“I think so, but your cock. It’s so thick and long. You’ll be—?”

“There will be men thicker and longer than I am, Jake. And they will be what they want to be with you. If you work for me, you’ll take it.”

“I know, but, I haven’t . . . much yet . . . I haven’t. Oh shi . . . uhmpf . . . mmmpf . . .”

“And you’ll get bigger tips if you make it seem that you haven’t done it much, just like this,” Chad said, with a laugh, as, clutching Jake’s ears, and thrusting his hips, he brutally face fucked Jake with his cock.

He pulled Jake’s face off the cock just to hear him suck in air, gasp and gag, and begin to beg for mercy, and then he pulled the mouth onto the cock again, and pumped to a deep-throat, gagging ejaculation.

Jake fell off to the side after Chad was finished coming.

“A lot of it will be just like that, Jake,” he muttered.

* * * *

Chad had just entered his office on the third floor of the Henry Bensen Enterprises building on the North Myrtle Beach oceanfront when a call came through from China.

Chad wasn’t Henry Bensen. Henry, who had died the previous year, had been Chad’s bondage daddy. He’d brought Chad to the States from China, shared the world of his enterprises with Chad, and had left it all to Chad. The enterprises were extensive, profitable, and humming along—and all were located in this building. The basement and first floor provided Betturkey Giriş not only covered parking protected from searching eyes but also a flood zone for the hurricanes that occasionally raced up the Atlantic seacoast of the States—although only rarely affecting this South Carolina beach resort. Floor two was the legitimate book and magazine publishing house fronting the enterprises. The third floor housed the integral, yet also separate, pornographic publishing operations.

A buffer floor of storage rooms, archive vaults, and security areas occupied the fourth floor. Everyone going above this floor was closely checked. The Handcuff Club, a very private and exclusive men’s club occupied the next two floors, the public entertainment rooms on the fifth floor and the very private rooms plus photography and movie studio rooms and an Internet Web site studio on the sixth floor. An extensive medical clinic, manned by medical technicians around the clock and supervised by a full-time doctor, plus a few small apartments for a select number of staffers made of the seventh floor. On the waterfront side of the eighth floor were located more staff apartments, with the road side taken up by a two-story elaborate dungeon set. Chad’s private penthouse started on the waterfront side of the ninth floor and took up the entire tenth floor, which also included extensive roof-top terracing.

“Hello, Sung,” Chad responded to the telephone call from Shanghai. “This must be important for you to call in the middle of your night.”

“It’s Bao Chuan. You likely assumed it would be. He has become insufferable and is endangering my operations here. You had mentioned being able and willing to do something about that.”

“Give me a few days to get a crew together and I’ll be over there. You probably know I will be quite happy to handle Bao Chuan for you.”

“I know you have never . . . forgotten him, Chan,” Sung Li answered, using Chad’s Chinese name. “It should not be messy, though, or redound on the theater.”

“It won’t. I think I’ve come up with an elegant solution for all of us. Tell me, is Bao Chuan still living in my parents’ house?”

“Yes, the cheeky bastard, he is. I appreciate this, little one. It will be good to see you again. I’ve ached for you. You know how much I love you.”

“Do you?” Chad asked, his voice a little harder now.

“Please, don’t be like that. I long to have you inside me again.”

Chad softened. “I long to be there with you too. Until then.”

When he disconnected, he left the office and took the elevator up to sixth floor. The session with Jake should be over now, he thought. The doctor had given the young blond a clean bill and had even supposed that he probably had not had anal sex before. Chad reached the Tientsin room just as the patron was coming out of the studio, wrapped in a red silk robe, smiling, and taking the mask off his face that many of the patrons chose to wear while filming. Most wanted private copies of the films; few wanted to be identified by facial recognition in them, though.

The man was middle aged, but in very good shape and well equipped. The Henry Bensen Enterprises had as stringent standards that clients had to meet as it had for the male prostitutes. This included frequent and immediate before sessions medical testing.

The Henry Bensen Enterprises were an exclusively barebacking operation. That’s what brought in the high profits.

“Did the session go well for you?” Chad asked, careful not to say a name, although of course he knew who the U.S. congressman was.

“Yes, very well, thank you. Splendidly. A screamer. You know my tastes so well. I want to hear about the next virgin you have so that I can bid on the first fucking. This one went extremely well. He looks so young, and he was highly vocal in the taking. And tight. I have no doubt I was in there first. Well worth the money.”

Which was $2,000 from the congressman, which he no doubt would pass on as a business expense somehow. Plus a DVD for Harry Bensen Enterprises.

Chad continued on into the studio. The three cameramen were moving around the periphery, turning off the studio lights and checking the video footage they had taken, not even looking at the moaning and panting young man spread-eagled on his belly and bound on the bed in the center of the room. Like all of the rooms, red silk—Shanghai silk—predominated and there was an Oriental motif to the furnishings. Even the leads binding Jake’s extremities to the four corners of the bed were made of red Shanghai silk.

Chad walked over and sat down on the bed beside Jake’s bound body. Jake’s head was turned toward him, his face showing a glassy-eyed expression, his face and back were covered with a thin veneer of sweat. A red-balled mouth gag lay close to his face, the red rubber almost bitten through, a sure sign that Jake’s endurance had been taxed, even though Chad knew the ball gag hadn’t been in long. The congressman was built big and he liked Betturkey Güncel Giriş to listen to the virgins scream.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I took it well,” Jake murmured to Chad. “I couldn’t take it quietly.”

“On the contrary, I think you took it just the way the client wanted.”

Chad gave Jake a reassuring smile and patted him on the rump that was raised by a red silk wedge under his belly, which had presented Jake’s ass for a good penetration angle from a man kneeling between his spread thighs. He let his hand glide down between the ass cheeks and felt the congressman’s cum dribbling out of Jake’s ass.

“He fucked me twice,” Jake whimpered.

Not necessarily permitted, but Chad wasn’t going to quibble with one of his best clients. “Yes, there’s enough cum in your ass for that,” he said. “Client’s privilege. Get used to it.”

Chad moved a finger into the passageway and Jake moaned for him. Letting the hand dip further down, he ran it along Jake’s cock that had been pulled between his legs and was stretched out on the bed between his thighs. Chad checked for and found the cum from Jake on sheets below where his bulb lay. He encased the cock and stroked it, listening for and hearing Jake moan.

“You came for him, so you had pleasure too.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes, I guess.”

Good, he thought—about the reengorging of Jake’s cock and the evidence that he had come. It was important to Chad that the prostitute enjoy his work.

He looked over on the nightstand and saw the two hundred-dollar bills. Jake’s tip from the congressman. The bill for the session had already been paid. It had been a hefty one, in keeping with involving the taking of a virgin ass.

“It was satisfactory for you, wasn’t it?” he asked Jake after determining in his own mind that it had been.

“It hurt like hell . . . but, yes, it’s what I wanted. Was it like this for you too, the first time. Or have you never . . .?”

“Yes, Jake, there was a first time for me too. Not now. Now I only top. But there was a first time being taken for me too. It gets easier. In time it will be a snap for you.” And it was much more like this than I’ll admit to you, he went on to think.

On the proverbial bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire in an ornate fireplace in his parents’ European-style mansion in the hills above the Shanghai Bund, where his father had managed an export house. He’d been summoned home from his university studies at Cambridge by the tragic boating accident on the Yangtze River that had taken both of his parents’ lives, leaving him an only child. Not exactly an orphan as he was eighteen. But alone and unprotected in the world just the same. And on the other side of the world from his world—in China.

The family’s Chinese lawyer, Bao Chuan, taking advantage of the grieving young man. Hogtying him on the rug in front of the fireplace. A red silk scarf—strong Shanghai silk—run behind Chad’s neck, binding his wrists on either side of his neck and continuing down and binding his ankles, immobilizing his movement. A red silk pillow under the small of his back, presenting his virginal hole for Bao Chuan’s cock, his mouth initially gagged with a red silk scarf, but later taken away so that Bao Chuan could hear his screams of taking.

Bao Chuan taking him swiftly the first time, once the laborious chore of getting inside him was accomplished. Barebacking him, filling his passage with cum. Then rising and sitting in a wing chair by the fireplace, drinking Chad’s father’s best brandy, while watching and leering at Chad, laying, still bound on his side, panting and crying, the gag back in place because Bao Chuan didn’t want to hear what Chad had to say. Fucking Chad again there, more slowly, Chad moaning and, to his shame, beginning to enjoy the fuck, having fantasies of his fulfilled. And then a third time before he was released from the bindings by the fireplace.

Chad was bareback fucked through the night on his parents’ bed, spread-eagled, tied off at the four corner posters with strong red Shanghai silk scarves. To his shame, Chad readily hardened and ejaculated for Bao Chuan again and again, and, by the morning, totally cowed and resigned to what couldn’t be recovered, he was clinging to the man and begging for his cock again—and also for the guilt-ridding bondage. Bao Chuan held Chad as his sexual slave for four days and nights, teaching Chad everything he knew, in his refined experience in bondage sex, concerning how to please him and other men.

Such was Chad’s total surrender to Bao Chuan that by the third day, Bao was letting the young man bind and bareback him too, with Bao teaching Chad the nuances of being an arousing, masterful taker.

On the fifth day, Chad was taken by Bao Chuan into the Shanghai red-light district and sold to Sung Li, head of a traditional Chinese drama troupe housed in a male prostitute brothel, where Chad learned not only to act the part of a mincing female character—all of the characters in a traditional Chinese drama being played by men—but also to service any theater patrons made randy by his performance. There seemed to be no end of Chinese patrons willing to pay high fees to either bareback or be barebacked by a young, handsome, hung European.

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Ashley Matheson

It was a rainy fall night. The water wasn’t coming down to hard but it was freezing at night compared to the warm days of the month. The rain slacker he had worn was hardly keeping the cutting cold air off his skin while he rode through the night. The windows on his truck were permanently open, that tends to happen when someone steals them out of your dorms to use with an art project. Then again, his sister was a crazy person. The wind rushed in pulling the rain with it. He had to find a place to stay warm. A grown in his stomach helped guide him to his destination.

A cute little dive called “The East Corner” shown on the dark highway ahead. Even from here it looked like a cozy all night dinner although there wasn’t a single car in the customer parking lot and only one sticking out from employee section. Still, a warm place with nice food was an attractive proposition. He turned the truck off the highway and into a parking space just by the front door. He pulled his color up over his neck and rushed from his truck as soon and he could lock and slam the door shut behind him. As he ran to the front door he came to a sudden surprise as he tried to pull the door open and it held shut. He pulled again and all he found was that he wasn’t getting in and was getting more and more soaked.

He panicked for a second not sure if he should knock or if he should just return to the truck and maybe find another place to settle down for an hour or two before he spotted someone inside. Through the rain soaked door he couldn’t see her all too well; a large figure wearing a blue uniform, but that was all. He knocked a few times before she turned toward the door and started walking toward it. A click later and the door was being pushed outward towards him. He took a step back before he turned and took a good look at the woman who answered the door.

She was a beautiful full formed gal, with lush tanned skin and long hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her figure was large, quite round under her blue uniform shirt and down to lower calf skirt. Her smile was nice and wide, although her eyes had a sense of being apologetic in them. For a big girl out in the middle of nowhere, she was quite gorgeous.

“Oh my, sorry dreary! Debora must have locked it on her way out and you’re the first customer since she went off shift,” She said in a slightly deep female voice as she lead me inside. The place inside was just as nice outside. Lots of booths lined the side wall and a few round tables sat just off the bar. I took a seat at the counter however. No one else here so might as well sit near the T.V.

“That’s alright,” I said, sliding onto the stool as the waitress went behind the counter. “I’m no witch so I won’t melt with the water.”

She giggled for a bit before handing me a menu.

“So dear, what can I get you to drink?”

I glanced on the back of the quickly photocopied menu and picked a hot fresh tea. She quickly brought me a steaming cup of water and a tea bag.

“I’ll be right back Hun. Gotta go see if George got the stove on. See if he can get your grub fast. Meanwhile, you take the time to spot what you’d like alright?”

“Sure thing, I will be hear.” She winked and then headed to the back of the building. While she was off I did as she suggested, looking through some appealing food items such as a fresh omelets or hamburger while ignoring some fresh things that made me grown such as cold foods such as sandwiches. By the time she came back I voted on a fresh double chicken burger with some fresh fries, a meal affectionately called the “Big Bird”.

“Alrighty there sweetie, George is all ah ready to get’cha what you need. So, what’ll you have?” She had a big sweet grin on as she came out. She looked very beautiful on this cold night and her smile looked very inviting. “Honey? You alright? Have I got something on my face?”

I caught myself then, guess I must have been staring for a moment.

“Oh yeah, I’ll have the big bird, no tomatoes though thanks.”

“Sure thing,” she said, “Fries or chips? I’d recommend the fries myself, but I’m biased as I cut the current batch myself.”

“Fries then.”

She jotted down my request then huge it on the dial behind the counter and it was pulled back to the kitchen.

“Alright sweet. So what are you doing on our lonely stretch of road at this time of night? That pick-up doesn’t look like a trucker hauler so I’m guessing you’re not one of them.”

“Nah, just traveling the highways before heading off to a new job out in Maine.”

“Oh really? Maine? That’s a bit far away. Why by truck?”

“Ah that’s just the truck I need for the job. Don’t want to buy a brand new one. Can’t afford that.”

She smiled at that, “Yeah, I hear you on that. This business isn’t well paying either. So what are you heading out there to do?”

The night worked on as the half hour of waiting for my food ticked by. I found her name was Susie, and she was a local girl who had worked here at “The East Corner” for about five years since she was 25. She’d had two kids too, but lost Betturkey one at birth and the other lived with her ex way out in Florida. In all she was a sweet gal. I told her a bit about myself as well. As I was heading from Arizona to Maine to start new work in construction for my brother out there, and about how driving so far has been a lot of fun, save of course the recent stormy night.

By the time my food came, the place had filled a bit more, and Susie had to take care of a few more customers but eventually things settled down and Susie returned to me. Guess I was more interesting than her regulars.

“So what are you doing later?”

“Pardon?” I asked.

“You know, what are you doing after you head out of here? You’ve been driving all night and that windowless truck isn’t going to let you drive much more today. The Television just said that the storm was gonna get worse.”

I thought for a few. “Well, damn. That’s going to put me back a day. Well, any good motels or hotels around here?”

She nodded.

“Sure thing Hun. Heck I’ll even point it out to you if you’d like. Gonna get off my shift in about five and if you don’t mind could use a ride.”

“Nah nah, I don’t mind. Although you’ll have to deal with a wet seat.”

“Heh, that’s okay Hun. Your truck seat will just have to deal with a greasy butt. After all, this is a diner.” She turned her waist slightly pulling her rear end a bit forward and giving it a good slap. It was a nice large booty and jiggled a bit under the skirt. It did have some nasty grease over the skirt but it was nothing worse than what had been placed on the seat before.

“Okay, well let me go take care of the bill and then clear off that seat for you.”

“Sure dear. Let me get that check for you.”

She returned with the check and I dropped a few bills before heading out to the truck. The seats where soaking wet and so were the bag I had placed on the right seat. I grabbed it and tossed it behind the seats and pulled a towel from the floor bed. It was already a bit damp but enough to dry the seat slightly. By the time I was done and had climbed in to key the engine, I heard someone reach into and unlock the right door and as I turned I spotted Susie climbing in. She was a little cramped in the truck but she found some comfort.

“Well, we heading to the motel first or do I drop you off and you’ll give me the directions?”

“Well, the two places are right next to each other, so it’s not a problem. Take a right up here.”

It took us a few minutes to head to the place until we were finally on the road with her place and the motel on it, only I didn’t see a motel.

“So where’s the place? Is it behind those trees there? Oh is that your place there?”

“Yeah that’s my place, pull on in.”

“Okay.”

As I pulled into her drive way and she climbed out the truck, I was getting a bit confused as she hadn’t mentioned where the motel was. Already the skies had turned from a pitch black to a slightly illuminated purple, indicating the sun was coming up. I called to her as she stepped out and she pressed herself against the side of the truck with the pouring rain coming down around her matted her hair to the sides of her head. Her uniform was now a deep purple with being soaked from the rain coming in from the drive and it was a little easier imagining the edges of her hefty breasts as she pressed them against the side of the door.

“Yeah Hun?”

“Uh, where’s the motel?” I asked confused.

She giggled at this and replied, “Don’t be silly sweetie. I’m not gonna let someone as kind as you is pay for a motel room. Come on in.” With that she slide off the side the vehicle and walked toward the door. I was a bit shocked by the turn of events but I thought sleeping on a couch in a stranger’s house might be better than forking over a couple of dollars at a motel for a half rated room. I pulled the key out of the ignition and headed to her front door after her.

Her place was a little small compared to how it looked on the outside. The front door lead straight into the kitchen dining room which was over stuffed with old boxes full of who knows what and afterwards was the living room which was small with the dresser, TV stand, and sofa cramping the space. Afterwards I saw the slightly illuminated tiles of a bathroom afterwards. I noticed however, there was no bedroom, just another door that I could spot a washing machine through.

“You need a towel Eric?” She called from the bathroom.

“Sure,” I said. I guess it would be nice for me to dry off a bit before sitting down. She came back out the bathroom while rubbing her hair dry with one towel and holding another one out for me to take. I followed suit with her in drying my hair blinding myself for a minute. As I pulled the towel away from my eyes I noticed something rather interesting catch my eye. Susie had finished drying her hair and was in the process of pulling off the top of her uniform. As the wet cloth peeled off the skin, the shirt pulled the soaked sports Betturkey Giriş bra she wore with it, her two breasts plopped out and jumped up and down before me. She had a nice round belly and her two nice melons fit perfectly over her cute pierced belly button. I stared shocked as she continued to not care at me watching her as she kicked off her work shoes then took hold of her skirt and unzipped the back of it. Her legs were plump and full but I could still make out the green underwear she wore over her nice pale skin. As she turned away from me and walked into the room with the washer, I received a good view of her ass as the panties were pulled into her ass crack. While she walked she pulled the panties out of her soft ass crack.

I kind of shock my head a bit as I heard the water from the washing machine kick on. I started to dry my face again before I heard her come back in.

“So? You gonna rip off those cloths so I can toss them in the wash or you gonna sit around soaking wet?”

I looked up at her. She had pulled on a white cotton robe over herself. She looked nice with her hair matted down and the great cleavage she was showing. I didn’t notice she had the type of breasts that shoved against one another and wearing that robe really exposed that fact.

“Oh uh yeah sure.” I pulled off my shirt. I wasn’t exactly well built myself. I had slight man boobs and large love handles but it didn’t matter much to me. I handed her the shirt in her exposed hand and she waited patiently for me to hand more. “Uh, I kind of don’t have any boxers on.”

“That’s okay Sweet. Just here,” She said as she handed me a large old beach towel. I unbuckled my belt and dropped the pants quickly as I wrapped a towel around my crotch. It wasn’t that I had anything to hide I just didn’t always feel like exposing myself. Not that my 6″ was a problem, although some have said my bag is rather large. I handed her the jeans and the socks that followed. She took them and threw them in the wash and closed the lid behind her. When she came back in, she tossed the pillows off the couch and then pulled out a folding bed from in it. She then climbed onto the bed and pulled the pillows back on then grabbed a set of covers from behind the couch’s bed board.

“So, where do I sleep?” I asked.

She giggled, “Don’t be silly and get in here with me.” She clicked on the TV and I shrugged to myself as I tightened the tuck-in on the towel before climbing in next to her.

We sat and watched some morning kid’s show but it wasn’t before long before I felt a hand slide down the covers next to my side. Soon, I felt a slight weight on my leg over the towel. In a moment the hand slipped into the towel and around my balls which had already swelled slightly from seeing her breasts and ass earlier. Her hand was soft, yet firm as she put a slight pressure in her grip as she massaged my testicles. Eventually her hands slipped away from my enlarged sac and around the base of my shaft. She moved slowly up and down the beam, but avoiding the head. Her hands moved with the sounds from the T.V., dancing with every word and song that came on. It was enough to excite me but not enough to climb to orgasm.

As the minutes passed in silence, I felt the weight of the bed shift as she moved from her resting position and pulled away the towel around my waist. Soon I found both her hands at my crotch; one wrapped around my shaft the other massaging my balls. Then the weight shifted again and I felt hair around the skin of my dick and then the warm breath on my head. The tongue that slipped down my urethral slit knew its work and danced around the head both across and at the base of it. Soon I found myself deep in her mouth, her lips touching the base of my shaft and my cock feeling the pressure of the back of her throat. As her mouth moved up and down my member I hardly noticed the fingernail slide down my chode until it poked my anus. The finger slipped in a little as she played with my prostate with the edge of her fingernails, teasing me enough to bring me to climax. I wasn’t sure how much I produced as I was a chronic masturbator these days, but however amount I did she swallowed as she had swallowed the head of my dick. She sucked for a bit more while massaging my balls working her tongue up repeatly from the base of my cock to the end of my urethra getting as much semen as she could from me. As she pulled herself off me I got a good look at her grinning face as a thread of semen still clinged between her lips and the head of my penis. She dapped it with her finger and slowly licked her finger greedily as she smiled at me.

“Feeling better?” She asked as she shifted her weight back up to lying next to me. As she did so, she untied her robe. Either the robe had shrunk or, more than likely her breasts had become larger because she was aroused because as soon as she had untied it and laid down on her side, the left breast plopped right out. Her nipple was huge, standing an inch and a half off her body with an aurora of about four inches. While she Betturkey Güncel Giriş lay down, she leaned her head down and took a bite around her nipple, pulling the enlarged breast along with her. I watched her with excited eyes as she licked her breast before my eyes started down her body a bit. The right side of the robe hide most of her body but her large hips pulled it up a bit at her waist and it was easy to get a good view of her red haired bush. It was a thick mess of hair and I couldn’t see anything beneath it, but I imagined soon I would.

“Much better actually. Enough to share the love.” I slide my left hand over her belly and under her robe to her back as I slipped my right over her exposed breast. I pulled her towards me with my left hand until her belly was pressed against mine and I could feel the edges of her pubs push against my enlarging head. I took hold of her right nipple between my fingers and pinched it between my fingers. I then moved my lips around her neck and bit into it slightly. Her skin tasted of rain water and sweat. As she moaned from the pleasurable pain, I used my left hand to pull her robe back. I couldn’t see what I was doing but I soon found hold of her ass. I rubbed the check gently while continuing to nibble her neck and begun to rub her left breast with my hand. As I did this I then pulled my hand to her bush and begun to rub it around until I found the top of her clitoris bulb. She started to moan as I pressed her button. Stopping my massage for a minute, I took hold of my cock and begun to massage the end of my head onto her clit, using the moisture and pressure from my hardened dick to excite her more. She was becoming more and more excited but somehow I knew her orgasm was far off. I began to nibble on her right nipple while pulling more and more violently on the left. I resumed massaging her clit with just my fingers for a few more minutes and again her excitement rose but not enough.

Soon after I found myself bored of this position and I then moved myself to an upright position. I took hold of her legs and pulled them up to my shoulder, with one knee on either side of my neck resting on the bottom of my shoulder blades. I pushed back the damp bush of hair over her crotch exposing her plump and inflated pussy lips. She had some slight brush burns here but I dared go where other had gone before. She had no smell save the smell of sweat from her legs and layers and when I begun to lick around her pussy lips I found she hate little to no taste. I used my right hand to continue to dance around her clit while using my tongue to slip further and further inside her lower lips. Her pussy tried to grab my slick tongue as hard as it could as I tried to reach deeper and deeper into her. It was a bit too hard with her thigh being so large, so I did the next best thing and slide a finger into the top of her shaft. It took me a minute but I soon found her spot and she started to moan louder and faster and louder and faster until she screamed in orgasm.

Her juices flowed freely as I tried to drink her up with my tongue. She took a minute or two to dry somewhat and before she fully did, she took hold of my hair and pulled me out from under her. Soon I found myself lying on top of her with my arms wrapped around her grabbing hold of two flabs on her back and kissing her neck deeply. She avoided it every time I tried to kiss her lips but she seemed to enjoy kissing each other’s neck and chest. Soon I found myself having my dick jerked off again, allowing it to become nearly completely hard. In exchange I started to massage her pussy again and soon she was comfortable enough to take my dick and slid it inside her. Soon I found myself on my knees with her legs loosely wrapped around my waist. I began to thrust into her as she began to grind my cock inside her. She was easy to stay inside of and the only reason I slipped my hand down was to begin playing with her clit as I fucked her. We begun to move faster and faster until she suddenly slowed down extremely fast.

“Some… thing… wrong?” I asked as I was reaching my halfway point.

“Not inside… there… Let me flip… Over.” She then unlocked her grip on my waist with her legs and slide off my dick. My member felt cold without the warm embrace of her twat. I masturbated for a moment as she flipped herself over, sticking her ass in the air at me. “I don’t want to risk another kid. But you need a hole to plug, so,” she then got up on her knees and pulled her ass checks apart. Her anus looked open and welcoming over her juicy pussy lips below. “Take a shot in there. I don’t mind too…” Before she could finish those words I poked my cock head into her ass. It wasn’t too tight of a fit at first but then she clutched slightly. She eased off a bit as I slipped in more and more, expanding her asshole. When it felt comfortable enough and I was sure she was, I began to push and pull, regaining the momentum I had before she expressed her no pussy cumming wishes. Deep sounds of squishing came from her rear as the juices from her pussy that had enveloped my penis now allowed me to move back and forth in her ass. Obviously Susie loved ass sex because soon before I had even picked up plenty of speed, she orgasmed, dripping a bit down her legs. “Finish… it” She screamed as she orgasmed. I pushed harder and faster until I reached my own orgasm and unloaded inside her.

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Amateur

My wife Sabrina and I first got interested in somewhat alternative lifestyles about 12 or 13 years ago although we hadn’t actually met at that time it was a case of parallel experience. I was 27. I was sharing a house in a little village just outside London with two women. I’ll call them Sarah and Helen, not their real names. Anyhow I used to take the opportunity of going home back to mum and dad’s at the weekend to get the washing done! It was after I arrived back on the Sunday morning that I noticed something was terribly wrong. You could have cut the air with a knife.

Before I go on I should explain a little about my flat mates.

Helen was a real tom boy. 22 years old, Short blonde hair and a large frame about 5’8” (1.78m) tall but not fat. She was healthy and strong in a ‘country girl’ sort of way, plain but not unattractive, a bit of a drinker and a smoker and always on the look out for a good time.

Sarah on the other hand was a little older perhaps 28 brunette slim attractive and quite sophisticated half German and had an off and on relationship with a German boyfriend from Dusseldorf who would visit every month or so.

What happened was this. Some time ago I had gone to my parents place and Helen had told Sarah that she was planning to visit her mum and wouldn’t be back until the morning. Sarah and Hans were alone in the house and after a half bottle of red wine Hans suggested that they retire to the bedroom to finish the bottle. It was winter and boy was that house cold!

Sarah said that it was too cold and the only way he would get her in there was to drag her screaming and kicking and tie her to the bed! Sarah told me later that she had never imagined he would take her literally and whilst she found it incredibly exciting she would never have suggested it in a million years if she had thought he would really do it.

Anyhow it wasn’t long before giggling and shivering more through excitement than cold Hans was tying Sarah spread eagled on the bouncy old bed in her room. Once naked he had tied her hands to the bedposts with her pantyhose and used the belts from two dressing gowns to tie her ankles. She remembers her legs being spread wide and being slightly embarrassed at being so wet and swollen with her clitoris poking up through her soft hair.

Hans had looked down at her and smiled. He buried his face between her legs and she instantly came as he licked and probed with his tongue and fingers. When he came up for air his face was soaked in Sarah’s juices and she eagerly licked them from his mouth as he thrust his member into her. I remember getting really excited myself as she unfolded her story to me. It was a good job I was sitting down or she would have seen a massive erection.

Hans’ staying power was short lived however and soon he came shooting his load all over her flat belly. Apparently they just lay there in the aftermath and dozed on and off until Sarah nudged him and asked that she be released.

At this point I will cut a long story short as it gets a little distasteful. Suffice to say that Hans had replenished his tanks and wasn’t satisfied with just a one off encounter. After he had come again he had laid back and gone to sleep leaving Sarah in her bonds covered in his seed from head to foot. It was at this point that she thought she had seen movement in her bedroom doorway, turned to look but there was nothing.

Hans and Sarah split up that morning – It was quite something apparently I wasn’t there thank goodness but Helen told me that she had quite literally thrown him out and all his belongings. That was six months before this weekend.

Apparently talking to Helen she had gone to her mum’s that weekend but had decided to come back to the house on the spur of the moment. She confessed to me that she had crept into the house late that night not wanting to wake up Sarah and Hans whom she was sure would have been hard at it all evening. As she walked past Sarah’s room she heard a bit of commotion and decided to jump in and surprise them for a giggle. When she poked her head around the corner she couldn’t believe her eyes. She had always thought that Bondage was some kind of deviant perversion and couldn’t believe that Sarah and Hans were proponents.

She couldn’t take her eyes off what was happening and try as she might she was unable to turn away even though they hadn’t seen her.

Apparently she had almost involuntarily moved her hands to her nipples under her jumper yes it was cold and yes they were very erect only to slowly caress and pinch them as the two lovers continued to perform. She realised that she really was enjoying watching as her heart fluttered with the excitement. She said that it had been in her early teens since she had last felt that way. She felt an urge to join in but knew that would have spelt disaster for their friendship. Instead she unclasped the belt from her 501’s and slowly and silently unbuttoned her fly.

Her mind was racing and she tried to convince herself that she was only getting Betturkey undressed so that she could go to bed.

She inserted her hand down the front of her panties and gasped as she felt the, by now, very wet and slippery tract between her legs. She turned away and rested her back against the wall as she heard Sarah let out a muffled scream and beg for Hans to stop. She had a shuddering climax, which made her knees buckle and went to bed to leave the lovers to their games.

That night she hardly slept at all and her little pink friend was worked overtime. I recall her saying that she normally lost interest after the first climax but that night once was not enough as she repeatedly forced her vibrator to do her bidding. It was also the first time she had inserted her friend in her anus in a rabid attempt to satisfy her lust.

The following morning she was up a little later than Hans and Sarah which was just as well as there were plenty of fireworks.

With Hans out of the way the two girls became very close friends although there was never any suggestion of a physical relationship. On the weekend I was away that had all changed.

What had happened was this. The imagery of Sarah and Hans had become one of Helen’s favourite fantasies and she had taken a decision to live out her fantasy. Now whether that was with a boy friend or Sarah I am not quite sure and talking to Helen I don’t think she was either.

That weekend it was a lazy summer evening and the girls had had a BBQ in the garden together with the content of a bottle of PIMMs and a bottle of white wine. They had chatted and giggled and talked of some of their awful boyfriends! Clearing the dishes into the kitchen Helen had suggested they open bottle of red and watch a video. Sarah agreed and said that Hans had brought one from Germany which she thought might be a sex romp X rated and why didn’t they watch that. Helen had joked that they might have to go and get a couple of studs to satisfy their lust if they felt horny. What they weren’t prepared for was a totally explicit tape. I saw the tape and it was extreme! R rated movie. Sarah was about to turn it off but Helen had said to leave it on and started joking about the actor’s performances.

The girls had giggled until the point where the scene had shifted to a light Bondage situation. Helen had watched Sarah’s face as the actress was restrained and gang banged by four men. Her eyes had drifted way from the screen but kept going back as she continued to fidget restlessly.

Helen giggled and broke the silence she said that she had had a boy friend that had wanted to try that but she had been so embarrassed that she had said no. She said that she really wouldn’t know where to start. She asked Sarah if she had ever tried anything like that herself.

To her astonishment she said she had but things had got a little out of hand and that’s when Hans had been booted out. Now it was Helen’s turn to fidget as she realised just how soaking her panties were under her dress from watching the video and talking to Sarah about her real life experience.

She wondered if Sarah was as wet as she was. In truth Sarah had been doing her pelvic floor exercises ever since the video had come on and had come quietly just before the bondage scene. She remembers thinking I wonder if Helen noticed.

Helen took the bit between her teeth and suggested that Sarah show her how she had been restrained. Sarah said that she would have to be a lot drunker than that before she would do any such thing. At which point Helen lent over and filled up her glass.

“Well” said Sarah “it seems as if I have no option but this time I’m keeping my clothes on.. come on” she said and led the way to her bedroom.

Helen had assumed it would be her who was to be tied up but Sarah had got on the bed and slipped her pantyhose off and handed them to Helen. She couldn’t help but notice the wet slippery patch at the crotch.

Sarah spread her arms and told Helen to tie each wrist to each corner of the bed. Helen was a willing student and tied Sarah’s wrists so firmly that the skin pinched around them. “That’s tight enough” she had said.

Sarah told me later that she had never been with another girl before and she had certainly not expected this to progress to this stage but that this was the first time she had been tied up since that fateful night with Hans. She was incredibly aroused when without warning Helen had taken hold of her ankles and spread her legs to either corner of the bed and tied them expertly so that she was spread eagled wearing a light summer skirt and white cotton blouse.

Helen bent forward and on the pretence of checking Sarah’s ties made sure to brush against Sarah’s erect nipples as she moved back away. Sarah was not wearing a bra and her excitement was very plain to see as her breasts heaved and fluttered as she breathed in. She remembers closing her eyes thinking oh what the hell and listening to Helen remarking on what a bad girl Betturkey Giriş she was to wet her panties with so much cum. This was ridiculous she thought here I am on the brink of another orgasm and she hasn’t even touched me yet. She gave herself over to her feelings and soon there was that tell tale intense wave of pleasure pounding ion her loins.

She opened her eyes to see Helen standing not 12 inches from her head totally naked. She noticed how smoothly shaven her vagina was and the tell tale trickle of moisture on the inside of her thigh, Her hands were moving slowly but deliberately over her huge clitoris which was wet and angry as she raised one foot on to the bed.

In her other hand was a large pink vibrator which she moved to work over her clitoris and insert all the way up in her vagina. Sarah was transfixed. She had never before had her face so close to another women’s vagina let alone watched her inserting a vibrator.

When Helen asked if she would like a closer look she thought she should say no but instead she kept silent. She asked me later if that was supposed to mean yes. I thought it might.

Helen moved smoothly to position herself above Sarah’s face and slowly brought her wet and swollen mound down. Sarah tried to turn away but Helen’s thighs made sure her head was still. She had felt the slightly cooler lips of Helen’s labia tough her lips and resolved to keep her mouth firmly closed but as soon as the weight of Helen’s pelvis was brought to bear there was a flood of juices across her chin and down her neck. She gasped for air and instantly her mouth was engulfed by the sweet fragrant taste of Helen’s labia. Instinctively she tried to turn away and then almost by way of fighting back from her hopeless position she pushed her head forward and bit at Helen’s swollen clitoris. Helen moaned and pressed down even harder into Sarah’s mouth. Letting her tongue thrust inside she felt the rhythmic contraction of Helen’s orgasm as she came.

Sarah felt a burning desire to clasp her hand between her legs and bring herself to orgasm but it was not to be. Her bonds held her tightly and all she could do is writhe trying unsuccessfully to rub her thighs together in search of some relief.

Helen eased herself off Sarah’s face and stepped back to look at her handiwork. Sarah’s face was soaked, her hair matted and her lips raw. Her eyes remained closed as she mouthed the words “Bitch”.

Sarah lifted Helen’s skirt and saw the wet matted hair between her thighs and a large clitoris poking up through it. “That will never do” she had said as she disappeared to the bathroom only to return with a razor and cream.

Sarah lifted her head and saw what was about to happen. Oh god she had said as she had fallen back onto the bed. Something insider her said stop but something else more powerful had wanted Helen to shave her pussy clean.

Sarah lifted up her pelvis almost welcoming the sharp razor as the first few strokes laid her bare. Helen wasn’t finished yet and made sure that there were no stragglers anywhere around her vagina or anus. Sarah can remember thinking that there was hardly any need to use shaving cream her juices were all that was needed.

Helen finished and knelt down between Sarah’s knees to examine her handiwork. Sarah could feel Helen’s hot breath on her naked mound and thrust her pelvis toward Helen’s lips.

Helen needed no second invitation and sank her face in with a vengeance and violence that shocked Sarah to the core. It was as though she was trying to suck the very life out of her.

Sarah screamed and ground her teeth as the waves of an orgasm shocked through her body. She gasped as Helen thrust her pink vibrator deep inside her. Slowly the intensity subsided but Helen hadn’t finished.

What happened next is not to everyone’s taste and was largely responsible for the atmosphere I walked into when I returned from my parents that Sunday.

Helen had got totally engrossed in pleasuring Sarah to the extent that she had failed to understand the difference between stop and STOP!. Had their love making session stopped at this point there would have been little said or done but Helen had crossed the boundary. She had forced her finger into Sarah’s anus and tried unsuccessfully, to push in her vibrator. Sarah had been hurt and was sore and upset. It was now up to me to try to build the bridges and get these two to make friends again.

Boy it took time I can tell you. Eventually I managed to get the both of them sitting around the kitchen table and said that we were going to have a frank open discussion about what had happened without any recrimination or blame and sort out just where we were to go from here.

I seemed to take on the role of sage and expert, not that I was, although I had managed to get some literature on the subject that suggested that the reason things had gone wrong was because they hadn’t agreed on a safe word which is used to completely stop all proceedings.

When Betturkey Güncel Giriş I asked them if they had found the experience pleasurable and after some discussion they said that they had been driven wild by it, I suggested that it really hadn’t done anyone any harm and they shouldn’t feel guilty or bad about it.

Helen said that she was sorry for forcing anal sex onto Sarah when she wasn’t ready for it and Sarah agreed that that was OK but said that the last time she had had the experience it had been with Hans the night before she threw him out. Apparently it was slightly less than consensual then and being tied down and having Helen try to push the vibrator up her arse was too close a reminder although she admitted quite liking the little finger.

I felt that things were settling down quite well when Sarah said that she thought Helen needed to be punished for her behaviour.

When I asked her what she had in mind she said that this time it should be Helen that should be tied down and fucked remorselessly by both of us. Now I was beginning to have a problem of my own as my penis was threatening to burst out of my trousers. I laughed and said now that’s not a bad idea. Sarah was laughing as well but Helen wasn’t.

“Well” said Helen “if you are going to, you had better start now” as she stood up and walked through to Sarah’s bedroom glancing backward over her shoulder as she went with a small grin across her face.

Sarah stood up and looked at me I stood and saw her gaze fall down to my crotch. “Promise me one thing” she said, “I want you to come deep in my pussy not hers”. “I don’t think that will be a problem” I joked. “I mean it” she said, “it’s important”.

We got to her room and found Helen waiting for us she had picked up not one but two vibrators, which she was brandishing like swords across her chest. “Well” she said “now just what do you intend to do?” “Safe words first” I said “Pavement” said Helen “Right” we agreed.

Sarah took the vibrators from Helen and held them against her mound. This was going too fast I thought. She lifted them up to her lips and staring her in the eyes she parted her lips and one by one tasted and sucked the tools of pleasure and pain. Helen lent forward as she watched Sarah’s soft lips and tongue play with the toys she used in the privacy of her own room at night.

Sarah threw the tools down on the bed and grasped Helen’s blouse and tore it apart revealing her small firm breasts and pushed it off her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples were pink and erect even the areoles were raised. Sarah grasped the nipples between her fingers and thumbs and squeezed tightly. Helen let out a whimper and her knees buckled as she tried to sit on the bed but Sarah held her up and made her stand upright her arms held at her side by the blouse that had been pulled down. Sarah was clearly playing for keeps and was about to reek her revenge.

“That hurts!” said Helen. I was waiting for the safe word but it never came.

Get undressed and lay on the bed commanded Sarah. Helen dutifully obeyed and as she slowly peeled off her clothes Sarah moved in front of me and placed her hands on my trousers over my swollen groin. I felt her explore its shape and size running her fingers down to aching my scrotum.

“Remember your promise.” she said.

Helen was on the bed and I was astonished to see peeking between her fingers a perfectly smooth shaven pussy between her legs.

“Matt, spread her arms and tie them to the bed head” said Sarah “I want to watch this.” With some effort I forced Helen’s hands above her head and tied them one by one to the bed head exposing her pussy for all to see.

“Now her ankles.” said Sarah. She stood watching me struggle with the cords from her dressing gown, legs slightly apart gently rubbing herself between her legs and caressing her breasts.

Having successfully tied her ankles I stood back to see Helen writhing, her clitoris swollen and wet. Sarah moved to the side of the bed and beckoned me to come closer I walked toward her and felt her hand move swiftly to my fly. My cock was out in an instant glistening with my own juices. She knelt before me and squeezed my cock from the base up until a little bead of juice appeared on the top. This was too much!

She took her thumb and swirled it around my glans playing with the glistening moisture and driving me almost to the brink of orgasm. She looked at Helen and asked her how she would feel about having this member shoved up her arse. Helen remained silent and I couldn’t help but think of what Sarah had said earlier. Did that mean yes?

Sarah lent forward and sucked the whole of my cock into her mouth grasping my balls tightly as she did. The shock of her grasp was the only thing that prevented me from shooting my load instantly down her throat.

As Sarah withdrew she stood up and we slowly got undressed in front of each other. I had never seen either of them naked Sarah’s breasts were beautifully shaped, not large but had a perfect tan large areoles and doorstops for nipples!

Standing at the base of the bed She turned her back toward me and place her hands around my cock forcing it toward her pussy from behind as she bent forward and placed her head between Helen’s legs.

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If Life Was Easy Ch. 02

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Babes

I just want to start off saying thank you to all of you that gave me so much love and support to continue to write this story.

Gavin Reid

This day wasn’t starting out as he had planned. Gavin woke up hearing Lavender ask him if she wasn’t going to school today. He had no idea what she was talking about. Why wouldn’t she be going to school? In his sleep haze, he looked at the clock on his night stand and it read 7:45 AM? Oh shit! They were going to be late. He jumped out of bed so fast that he scared Lavender a little bit.

He apologized to her and set off to tell her that they were late and needed to hurry. So she can go to school and him to work.

He told her to hurry and brush her teeth and wash up while he picked out her clothes put them on her bed. Then he would come in and put her hair in a ponytail.

Lavender ran to the second bathroom they had in the hall. Gavin lived in a 4 bedroom, 2 bath house that he had purchased with Elle 7 yrs ago. There was his master bedroom, Lavenders room the 2 other rooms were his fitness slash home office and the last was the guest bedroom. Even though, they had plenty of space. He and Lavender never really had many visitors; Gavin wasn’t really close to his family. He didn’t really know why but they weren’t all lovey dovey like most families he had seen. His family was always emotionally detached. His mother was never really concerned with the makings of really raising a child.

Gavin’s mother got pregnant at 17 and had wanted to get and abortion but when she told Gavin’s father he convinced her that they could be a family. But his mother had a dream of being a doctor but after only getting to graduate high school when she was already 6 months pregnant with Gavin she had to put her dream on the back burner. But after 25 years of marriage and 2 kids later his mother never ended up becoming a doctor and therefore blamed or regretted having Gavin and his brother Chris. Don’t get him wrong, when it came to weddings and funerals and family reunions, they would all band together for the occasion to pretend they were a normal happy family not filled with resentment and distain.

He spoke to his parent’s maybe twice a month. His mother would ask how he and Lavender were doing. Ask to speak to her for a little bit and that would be the end of the conversation. He didn’t mind because he knew who Lavender really thought was her grandmother and that was Mrs. Roman he would second her on that the old woman was a better and more then a grandmother to her then her actually parental grandmother was.

Don’t get him started on Elle’s side of the family because after she left, they did too. He hadn’t heard from them since Lavender turned 1 year old and had invited them to her birthday party. Elle’s mother tried to be involved in Lavenders life for a while but after she started drinking again, she stopped caring for anything else. One day she called him to tell him that she’d no longer be stopping by to visit. She claimed that it was too hard to see Lavender; all she saw was her own little girl, lost to the world. Gavin at least had to give it to her for being honest with him. He knew that the night Elle left them, it would be just him and Lavender and if anyone didn’t want to be apart of their little family, so be it.

He wasn’t Betturkey mad at all. He had all the family he needed with Lavender and Mrs. Roman.

After he lay out her clothes and her bed he hurried and got to his room and took care of his own personal hygiene. When he got out of the shower he knew that he didn’t have time to dry his hair and he hated when his hair was air dried. His hair will be part poodle part shaggy dog. He knew he would look a mess at the end of the day. So he put some product in it and hoped for the best. Gavin rushed to his closet took out his gray pin stripe suit with a salmon colored button down; he didn’t have time to be bothered with a tie. Once he was dressed he slipped on his Dolce & Gabbana loafers and went to see how Lavender was doing.

By the time Gavin made it to her room, she was dressed and was putting on her skecher twinkle toes with the velcro straps. Gavin looked at her Dora the Explorer clock that was on her wall and it was 8 o clock. They were running on time. He grabbed a brush and a ponytail holder from her dresser. As a single dad, all he knew how to do was a ponytail but you better believe he was the best ponytail stylist in town.

When he was done, he told her to get her coat and backpack and put them on and wait for him at the front door. Gavin got ready to do the same he grabbing his briefcase, a light jacket and keys. He rushes out the door. When they got outside, he realized that Lavender’s school was 6 blocks away. On any given day it wouldn’t be a problem but today wasn’t the day it was already 8:10.He had 15 minutes to get lavender to school on time.. They would have to take Gavin’s 2010 Q7 Audi, if they wanted to make it on time. Gavin didn’t really drive much. There was times when he was ready to just sell the damn thing but days like today, he was happy that he hadn’t. He walked to his car and opened the back door, strapped Lavender into her booster seat then got in himself.

Gavin sped and got Lavender to school in record time. He unbuckled her and asked the crossing guard if she would walk her to her class because he didn’t have time to. She accepted and he watched her walk Lavender inside the building. Once the door closed, Gavin sped off. He still had time to make it work on time. Or so he had hope when he came across some traffic ahead. He decided to call his receptionist. He took his phone out and dialed the extension to his office.

“Hello, Idle Tech Industries. I’m Kimberly. How may I help you?

“Hey, Kim! It’s me, Gavin. I’m going to be a little late this morning so if you could take messages of all my calls and if anyone stops by the office, tell them I stepped out unless it’s really important”.

“Sure Mr. Reid, no problem. How long do you think it will take you to get here?”

“I don’t know. 20 minutes tops. Why? Did something happen?”

“No, just wanted to know how long to stall if anyone stops by”.

“Okay, thanks! You’re a life saver, Kim”.

“Aww, Mr. Reid, I had no idea you valued me so much. I’m flattered.”

“Uhh ummm, Kim. I have to go traffic started moving again”.

“Okay, well I’ll just see you in the office and we can continue our conversation then.”

Gavin hung up his phone before he heard the rest of what she had to say. Kim was starting to make Betturkey Giriş him feel uncomfortable. It all started 10 months ago when she had started making comments like that or asking him out after hours for a drink or two. He had accepted and had gotten drunk with her it was a moment of weakness on his part He hadn’t been out in years just to have a good time. His life was just Lavender and work 24/7 for the last 4 and half years. He forgot what it was actually like to be free of stress for a while to forget his troubles. So he kissed her they had made out for a few. But Gavin just didn’t feel right he knew that nothing could happen between him and Kim. He was over the one night stands and casual hook ups with women. He had promised himself that the next time he got involved with a woman it would be with a woman he saw as his next wife. He stopped the kiss immediately. But after the incident she had been coming to work wearing low cut tops and tight skirts but she was getting hard to resist and she was constantly flirting with him. He would admit he had a weak moment he wasn’t really looking to be one of those cliché men that hooked up with their assistants it just made things really complicated. But after the kiss 10 months ago .As it was now with Kim acting the way she was, he was leaning towards firing her. He really didn’t want to as she was an excellent assistant. After the kiss she took advantage of the situation and thought it was okay to flirt and wear revealing clothing to work. Gavin knew nothing was going to happen beyond the kiss. He wasn’t going to lead her on. Soon after the incident, he bought her to his office and told her straight up that they were and would never be a couple/ They would maintain their professional relationship with integrity. He thought she understood. For a while, she stopped dressing in revealing clothes and stopped flirting with him. But after a few months, she went back to doing it all over again. He had no idea what to do with her.

While stuck in traffic, he looked to his right and there it was – Rose’s Garden Dance Studio. The sign was big and very charming.

Now that he knew where it was, he would head here straight from work and enroll Lavender.

Finally, 20 minutes later, he made it to work and before he got off the elevator, Kim was telling him he had 3 meetings and 10 calls to return. As he walked to his office, she informed him that there were a few setbacks with one of the projects and Mr.Woodson was about to explode if they weren’t any improvement.

What happened to the good feeling he had last night about today being a good day? Gavin took a deep breath and set out to do some major damage control around the office.

Many hours later, Gavin was free from work. He was so tired he couldn’t see straight; work really kicked his butt. He just wanted to head home and relax, but first things first, Lavender and getting her enrolled. He thought if she got into the school, he would be able to relax after work and then pick her up. The more he thought about it the school, the more he thought it was a great idea. Getting into his car, he took off for the studio.

When he got to the studio, he took the chance to take a closer look at it. All the buildings were very close together, which gave the illusion of being Betturkey Güncel Giriş stuck together. They were all townhouses. The large bricks with tints of red mix with brown made her building look unique, unlike the other ones on the block. There was a large staircase with about 10 stairs that led up to the front doors. The neon lights sign that read Rose’s Garden with cute digital flowers popping up now and then with falling leaves.

Opening the door to step inside, he was attacked with tiny skeletons that were hanging from the ceiling. Gavin gave a little chuckle; the Halloween decorations were cute. He reminded himself to buy Lavender’s costume this weekend and get some decorations for the house.

When he stepped inside, he noticed that he was stepping in water. What happened here, he thought? As he got closer, he saw a door that read STUDIO on it. He entered cautiously and saw two young adults with heavy duty mops and towels, try to dry every corner of the room.

“Umm, excuse me, but could either of you point me in the direction of Clementine Rose, the owner?”

Darren was the first to respond.

“Sir, I don’t think now is the right time. As you can see, we’ve had a little problem occur today. One of our neighbor buildings had a major pipe break and water leaked into the studio. It would be better to come back tomorrow.”

Gavin looked at the man. He looked to be 22 years of age, a lean muscular body about 5’9 in height and a caramel like complexion. Gavin didn’t like him or his rude way of talking and dismissing him like he wasn’t important.

Before he could put the young man in his place, the cute young girl next to him spoke first.

“Darren, what’s wrong with you? Don’t talk to him like that! Clem would have your head if she heard you.”

Stacy turned to him to give her full attention…”I’m so sorry. Sir, we’ve just had a really long, tiring day. By the way I’m Stacy and that over there is Darren. We’re Miss Rose’s student teachers. How can we help you? “

Gavin looked at the young man once more and saw the look of shame on his face after the scolding Stacy gave him. Gavin knew he liked Stacy immensely.

“Thank you, Stacy. I can understand having a hard day. I’ve had my share. I’m sorry to hear about the problems with the pipes. Though, it still doesn’t give you the right to talk to people anyway you chose. Gavin said, while looking at Darren.

“My apologies, Sir.”

“I was looking for your boss, Ms. Rose. I would like to enroll my daughter into the school.”

“Sure, she’s in the back in her office. Just head straight down the corridor and it’s on your left. You can’t miss it.”

Gavin thanked her and headed down the corridor she told him to take.

Gavin walked down the corridor that was covered with little Halloween décor, just like the entrance was.

As he reached the door, he looked at it in amazement. It was so busy with posters of dancer to cute kittens and star stickers to hello kitty ones to drawings that must be from her students. The door was so colorful, bright and happy looking. There was no way he could have missed it.

When reaching the door Gavin took a deep breath he hoped this wouldn’t take long. He was bone tired. He wouldn’t be cooking tonight he would pick up a pizza on the way home before he got Lavender.

He reached out and knocked.

Gavin had no idea that in a few seconds his life was going to change for the better.

Thanks for reading sorry if it was a little short to some. Been very busy with work and school.

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I Will Never Be Loved Ch. 02

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Danielle’s Pov:

I wish I could tell you that I got what I wanted. I wish that I could say they all just left me alone so I could live my life the way I had planned. But that is not what happened. It took all of three days for my life to be changed for forever. I hadn’t talked to anyone who came in my path. I was too mad to try to be nice to anyone at the moment. I had my whole life planned out and now my aunt comes and ruins everything. Why couldn’t she have showed up six months from now when I would have been eighteen? Why couldn’t she have not come at all?

As I sat on the plane all I could think about was how everything I had worked so hard for is gone. I was supposed to be going to college in three months and starting my writing career. How could this be happening to me? Everything was supposed to be coming together for me. It’s not enough that I have been the fat girl my whole life, and have been in a foster home since I was born, now I was being taken away from my dreams. Why was life so cruel to me? Why couldn’t I caught one break?

Throughout the whole trip my aunt tried to talk to me. She really was trying to get to know me, and kept apologizing for it taking so long to find me. Part of me wanted to just talk to her and let her know that it was okay, but the other part of me couldn’t give two shits about how sorry she was.

It seemed like the plane ride took forever. Especially since neither one of us was talking. I was so happy when the plan landed. I just wanted to get this whole thing over with.

We got off the plane and went to find all of my bags. “Okay dear follow me, I had a family friend coming to pick us up.” She said to me with a smile. I followed her out of the airport station until we were face to face with a huge truck. My aunt started to put the bags in the back of the truck, so I did the same. I was about to put some more of my bags in when someone took them from my hands.

“Sorry it took me so long to find you Lisa, I searched everywhere for you. Finally I looked out here and saw you guys.” He continued to put the bags in the car. Betturkey I could feel his eyes on me but I didn’t look up at him. I really didn’t want to meet new people. “Hi I’m Luke, you must be Danielle?” He said to me as he stuck out his hand to me. I just nodded my head and got into the back seat. I looked into the review mirror to see Lisa talking to Luke. Now that I finally got a good look at him, I honestly didn’t want to stop. He was absolutely gorgeous. It was like he was a god or something. He was really tall, had to be at least 6″2″. He had blonde hair with beautiful bright blue eyes. He was wearing blue jeans, with a white shirt, and a cowboy hat. God I have never seen anyone hotter than him. Not even my crush at my old high school was a hot as he was.

I took my gaze away from the mirror as I saw them walking towards the car. They both got into the front of the car, and buckled up. Luke started the car up and we took off. I kept my gaze towards the window, but I got this feeling that someone was watching me. I looked over and up to see Luke staring at me through the mirror. I quickly turned my head away from him and continued to look outside. He probably was wondering why I was so damn big. Or how me and Lisa could be related, considering I’m mulatto, and she’s white.

I guess my mother was a white as snow, and my father as dark as night. Mix the two together and you get me. Although I am more lighter skinned then dark. Either way Lisa and I really didn’t look alike at all.

I could still feel Luke’s gaze on me and it was starting to make me uncomfortable. I could see it now, him and all his cowboy buddy’s making in front of me with their cheerleader girlfriends. It was high school all over again. Expect this time there would be no escaping them.

“I just know you’re going to love it here Danielle. There is so many different things to do. We have a bundle of animals as well. Once your settled in maybe we could get you to horseback ride. Make you a real cowgirl.” Lisa said breaking me out of my thoughts.

Wow she was truly something else. Betturkey Giriş Did she honestly believe a horse would be able to carry my fat ass. She has to be messing with me, either that or she is crazy. I don’t know why she is always trying to make conversations with me. You would think after me ignoring her for the past three days she would get the hint that I don’t want to talk to her. I wanted nothing to do with her or my family. I wanted to go back to New York and start my life. How could she do this to me. How could she and my family just take me away when this were getting good.

I heard her sigh, I kind of felt bad because I knew she was really trying to make me feel better about this whole situation, but nothing she could say would make me feel better. Unless she suddenly said she was going to let me move back to New York, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. “I don’t know Lisa, I don’t think a city girl like her could do what us cowboys and cowgirls do. She doesn’t have it in her to get down and dirty.” Luke said to her while looking at me through the mirror again.

I looked up to see that he has a huge smile on his face. I knew what he was trying to do. I knew he was trying to challenge me so I would finally talk. It was an old and stupid move. I wasn’t going to talk just because some guy challenged me, even if the guy happened to be hella hot. Plus I honestly had no interest in doing anything they did so there was no point in arguing about it. I just continued to look outside the window. I heard Luke chuckle from the front seat. Great he was already laughing at me.

We finally reached a huge house. When I mean huge I mean huge. For people who lived in the country they were definitely doing well for themselves. Everything around us was huge. The barn was almost as big as the house. I didn’t know this was how houses around here looked. I was definitely in a state of shock looking around at everything. Both Luke and Lisa were already out of the truck and getting my bags from the back of the truck. I just couldn’t bring myself Betturkey Güncel Giriş to get out of the truck just yet, because once I stepped outside of this truck my life would truly be changed. There would be no way that I could go back to the way things were. I was truly throwing away everything I had worked for once I stepped out of this truck.

The door from the side of me of opened, I looked over to see Luke standing there holding his hand out to me. I looked down at his hand then back at him. I thought about being more of a bitch to him, but decided against it. I really didn’t have that much fight left at the moment. I took his hand and he helped me down from the truck. I was about to walk away when he tugged me back to him by my hand. I gasped at the contact, no one, epically a man has ever held me like this. “I will get you to talk to me Love. I love a challenge and your definitely worth the challenge beautiful.” He said to me as he let my hand go.

I was about to tell him that my name was not Love and that I was most definitely not beautiful. But then I remembered I wasn’t going to talk to anyone of them. Not only that but he was already walking to the house with a bunch of my bags in his hands. He was definitely something else. I could still feel the warmth of his hand. God he was so hot, but I knew he was only being nice to me because of my aunt. There was no way he would be talking to me otherwise. I looked at the house thinking there was no way to get past this.

There was only two bags left so I picked them up and made my way into the house. The door was open so I just stepped inside. The minute I did people from all around me screamed “Welcome Home” All I could think was this is my first day at a new place and they throw a damn welcome home party. Could my life get any worse? So much for giving me time to get use to the change.

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Friday Night Tripartite

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It was hard for me to categorize this story, as it has a lot of different components to it between the four characters. There’s a sibling romance, a little teacher/student, and even a little group stuff. Hopefully you aren’t too turned off by any of these to give this story a shot!

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A Friday night in Anytown, USA…

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“Um, okay, two words,” Annie said as Savannah began the new round of TV show charades.

Savannah looked a little unsure of what to do for just a moment, then an idea hit her, and she began to act as though she were being arrested.

“Oh, okay, you are a bad guy being arrested. Cops!”

Savannah stomped her foot and held up two fingers, reminding Annie that there were two words in her particular show.

“Right, forgot, sorry! Keep going, Savannah, give me something else!”

Savannah thought for a little bit, then began to act like she was snorting something up her nose.

“Uhhh…you are smelling something strange. I don’t know any shows about smell, Savannah!”

Savannah looked very frustrated with her partner. It was a look that everyone in the room had seen several times before, because every time the four of them did anything that involved competition, Savannah always got way too serious with it.

“Only one more minute, Savannah!” Felicity teased. “You’re gonna lose!”

Savannah brushed off the taunting and started to act as though she were injecting a needle in her arm, and followed that up with trying to look as relaxed as she possibly could.

“Oh, I see, you’re doing drugs!” Annie exclaimed. “Um, shows about drugs…That 70’s Show?”

Savannah glared at Annie and, as calmly as she could, held up two fingers again.

“Ugh, sorry! And I guess they didn’t stick needles in their arms on that show, anyway. I guess they just took weed or something?”

“Took weed?” Felicity teased. “Who says that? ‘Took weed’. You’re such a nerd!”

Savannah clapped her hands angrily and got Annie’s attention once again. There were about thirty seconds left on the timer, and Savannah had a new angle.

All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, she pulled her pants completely off of her body, leaving her standing there in her shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. Then she made like she was grabbing on to some kind of imaginary stick in thin air and started to mimic the action of stirring a pot.

“What the…” Annie wondered aloud. “Okay, you’re some kind of…sexy witch thing brewing up a potion. Bewitched?”

Using both hands, and looking furious, Savannah once again held up two fingers on each hand, shaking with violent tremors.

“That is two words!” Annie shouted out. “Be, witched!”

“Only ten more seconds!” Felicity called out. “You’ll never make it! Get ready to drink up, bitches!”

In a last-ditch effort that turned out to be a stroke of brilliance, Savannah ran over to Annie, snatched her glasses off of her face, and put them on her own. Then she grabbed a cowgirl hat that she randomly had sitting on a shelf by the couch and stuck it on her head. She stood in front of Annie and looked at her menacingly.

“OH! You’re Walter White! Breaking Bad!” Annie called out just before the timer went off.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” Felicity exclaimed.

“Woo-hoo!” Savannah screamed out as she gave Annie a high-five. “Good job Annie! Now, to use your own words against you, Felicity, drink up bitches!”

“Ugh, whatever,” Felicity said.

Felicity poured two shots of whiskey and passed one over to her silent and brooding partner.

“Here ya’ go, Brynn.”

Brynn was mid-gulp on a beer as Felicity passed the shot over to her. Brynn lowered the beer from her face just long enough to put the shot back. Then she passed the empty glass back to Felicity and continued to drink her beer.

“You okay, sweetie?” Felicity asked her.

“Yeah, m’fine. Sorry if I seem a little mopey guys, it’s just…well, you know.”

Earlier in the day, from out of nowhere as far as Brynn was concerned, her boyfriend of five months had broken up with her. She had considered not showing up to the get-together with her close friends that she had known since their freshman year in college, but they had talked her in to coming. They had told her that it would make her feel better, but so far, that had proven not to be true.

“Oh, come on Brynn, forget that jerk!” Savannah said. “You were way too hot for him anyway. That lazy eye of his always bothered me, you know.”

At that, Brynn looked up at her friend and replied, almost achieving a smile.

“You really think I was too hot for him?”

“Are you kidding!? Look at you! Great rack, nice little bubble butt, and you’re as cute as a button!”

“Jeez, Savannah,” Felicity chimed in. “You’re not thinking about turning lesbo again, are you?”

“First of all, I was never a lesbian, just…bi-curious. Secondly, why are you asking? You interested?”

“As I told you several times in college, Savannah, I am certainly not interested in touching, groping, Betturkey or licking any body parts of any females, especially those that belong to one of my best friends.”

“See, now that hurts, Felicity. You saying I’m not hot enough for you?”

Savannah had always been very confident in her body, and for good reason. She had an athletically thick build, with broad shoulders, prominent breasts, and legs that were probably strong enough to choke out a young deer. She worked very hard on her body, and got a lot of attention for it.

“You are very attractive, Savannah,” Felicity responded patiently. “I just have no interest in eating your pussy. Besides, even if I did, I doubt you would be able to work me in to your busy sex life.”

“Hmm, kinda sounds like you’re calling me a slut, dear friend of mine.”

“Do you deny it?”

Savannah considered the question for a moment.

“Nah, I do love me some sex.”

“How many guys…well, people, would you say you have had sex with in your lifetime, Savannah?” Annie asked. “No judgment, by the way. I love that you are so open with your sexuality, I almost envy it. I am curious, though. How many?”

Savannah thought for a while.

“Well, it’s hard to pinpoint an exact number. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not like I’m fucking someone different every night or anything. If you made me guess, though, I’d have to say…fifty-ish.”

“Shit!” Annie cried out.

“Sounded a little like judgment, there, Annie.”

“No! It just took me by surprise. I guess I had a number in my head that was a tad lower than that, and then you came out and said fifty!”

“Well, fifty-ish. And for the record, despite all my years of almost countless encounters, my butt remains completely untainted!”

“Good for you, Savannah!” Felicity said. “Way to maintain your anal virginity and hold on to at least part of your dignity!”

“How about you, Annie?” Savannah asked, side-stepping the comment from Felicity. “What’s your magic number?”

“Oh, come on, you guys know that I haven’t had much luck in that department in my 27 years of life.”

“I can think of three boyfriends off the top of my head that you’ve had,” Felicity said, “so I know it’s at least three.”

“And there you have it, that’s my big number right there. Three boyfriends equals three sexual partners.”

“Never had any random hookups?” Savannah asked. “Not even once?”

“Not once.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not like I don’t want to, don’t get me wrong. I’m not morally opposed to hooking up with random guys, I was serious when I said I kind of envy you, Savannah.”

“Then let’s find you a guy, Annie! I know plenty of beefcakes down at my gym who would love to get into your pants.”

“Ew, Savannah!” Felicity said.

“It’s not that I can’t find someone to have sex with,” Annie said. “It’s more of a ‘me’ problem. I’ve just never been comfortable with that many people to open up sexually with them. You guys, all three of you, are so hot. Savannah, you define sexiness with your athletic body and your, what are those, D-cups? And like you already said before, Brynn is so cute and has a great body. Felicity, you’re so thin and curvy…and me, I’ve just never felt like I’m in the same league as you guys.”

“Stop that!” Savannah replied. “You are just as hot as we are, if not hotter. The whole geek thing is super sexy right now!”

“Wow, Savannah,” Annie responded. “That makes me feel so good. You ever thought about being a guidance counselor?”

“What Savannah is trying to say, Annie,” Felicity said, “is that your look is just different than ours. You are petite and beautiful. You’ve got that whole, I don’t know, Natalie Portman thing going on. It works for you, you just need to accept it. Flaunt it!”

“She’s right, Annie,” Savannah continued. “I think you are the prettiest out of all of us, always have. I know I’d do you.”

“Yeah, well you’d do anything that walks upright,” Annie joked.

“You know, you guys keep calling me a slut,” Savannah retorted, “but you forget that someone else in this room used to be just as much of a slut as I am before she went and got all religious and whatnot.”

“Hey!” Felicity said. “That’s…well, yeah, that may be slightly true, but that was then, and this is now. And I’m not THAT religious. I am drinking and swearing like the rest of you.”

“Yeah, but you’re not having sex like the rest of us!” Savannah teased.

“That’s okay, Parker is very much worth the wait.”

“You guys seriously haven’t had sex in six years of dating?”

“Nope. Six years, three months, and twenty-two days of no sex. And in four months, five days, and sixteen hours, when we are married, we are going to have the hottest sex in the history of mankind. No, not mankind. The world.”

“You must be pretty backed up, though,” Annie said.

“Well, like I said, it’s worth it. But yes, I am pretty, uh, backed up, as you say. Let’s just say my fingers have gotten quite a workout over these last several years. I could probably crush a rock Betturkey Giriş between my thumb and forefinger.”

“Have you tried to, you know, engage him physically?”

“I have, but to no avail.”

“You don’t think he’s…you know, into dudes, right?”

“No, I don’t think so. Every time I try to get him to do stuff to me, he kind of gets into it for a little bit. And even though he always eventually stops me, I can always get him super hard first.”

“Damn, girl,” Savannah said. “You must really love him. I know that I could never-“

“I’m a virgin,” Brynn blurted out all of a sudden.

The other three girls completely stopped in the middle of their conversation and slowly turned their heads towards Brynn, looking at her wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Brynn looked back at them, let out a long belch, scratched her crotch, and finished up the rest of her beer in one giant gulp.

No one spoke for a good long minute. None of her friends really knew what to say, and Brynn seemingly had no follow-up to her proclamation.

“Um, Brynn?” Annie asked tentatively. “Sweetie, do you know what it means to be a virgin?”

Brynn didn’t respond to Annie’s question, just looked over at her with a mixture of disgust and annoyance.

“I’m not trying to call you dumb or anything, it’s just-“

“It’s just that you are 27 years old, Brynn!” Savannah interrupted. “And you’ve had lots of boyfriends!”

“Lots of break-ups, too,” Brynn replied. “Why do you think I’m always the one being broken up with?”

They all thought for a moment.

“Um, because you’re not putting out?” Savannah asked.

“Bingo.”

“Are you, um, asexual then?” Felicity asked. “Do you not have any interest in sex?”

“No, I’m in a constant state of being horny.”

Again her friends just looked at her, this time with very confused looks on their faces.

“So you want sex, you have no trouble getting guys to go out with you, you’re clearly upset that you aren’t having sex,” Savannah said. “Throw us a bone here, Brynn. What the hell’s the problem?”

“Ugh…I don’t think I want to talk about it. Can we just keep playing the game for now? It’s my turn, right? Where’s the hat with all the stupid shows in it? Ah, there it is.”

Brynn reached in the hat, looked at the slip of paper that she pulled out, and took center stage in the middle of Savannah’s living room while her friends sat in an uncomfortable silence.

“Okay, Annie, start the timer,” Brynn said. “Here we go, Felicity, get ready!”

Annie started the timer and Brynn began her turn.

“Okay, so it’s two words,” Felicity said as Brynn held up two fingers.

Brynn stood very still for several moments, staring off into space. Then she slowly sat down on the floor, cross-legged, and began to weep uncontrollably.

“Wow, you’re a really good actress, Brynn!” Felicity said. “That looks so real! Anyway, let’s see, a show with two words that makes you cry a lot. Ooh, is it Extreme Makeover!?”

Brynn fell onto her back, curled up in the fetal position, and doubled the volume at which she wept.

Savannah quickly grabbed the slip of paper off the floor that Brynn had looked at just moments ago, and confirmed her suspicion.

“Okay, guys, she’s not acting. She’s supposed to be acting out ‘The Simpsons’ right now, which I’m pretty sure she’s not doing.”

All three of them quickly got on the floor beside her and tried to comfort her the best they could. They all just sat in silence for several minutes while Brynn cried, all of them figuring that she needed that in the moment.

“Hey, Savannah?” Felicity whispered as Brynn continued to cry. “The way you are crouching, I just want you to know that I can clearly see your vagina through those white panties of yours.”

“Yeah, well if you want a better look at it later on, just let me know.”

“Come on guys,” Annie said, “let’s focus on Brynn right now. Brynn, can we do anything for you?”

Brynn took many more sharp intakes of breath, but eventually was able to answer the question.

“Yeah, could someone get me another shot or something?”

“I think you’ve had all you need for the night, girl,” Annie said. “How ’bout I call your brother to come pick you up? He lives pretty close to your place, right Savannah?”

“Yeah, just a few streets over,” Savannah replied. “Is that something you want, Brynn? You want your brother to come get you?”

Brynn wiped the wetness off of her face with the back of her hand.

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks guys.”

“I’ll just text him real quick, then,” Annie said. “Hopefully he’s still up.”

“Wait, why do you have Brandon’s number, Annie?” Savannah teased.

Before Annie could respond, Brynn’s head snapped back behind her where Annie was sitting on the floor. In one swift motion, she rotated her body around and landed on her hands and feet, as if she were some sort of frog that had been possessed by a demon.

“That’s a good question! Why do you have my brother’s phone number, Annie!? You trying to get Betturkey Güncel Giriş with him? Have I not made it clear to all of you how I feel about that!?”

Annie put her hands up as if surrendering, and spoke as calmly to her friend as she possibly could.

“You have made that very clear over the years, Brynn, and we have all respected your wishes, right guys?”

Felicity and Savannah both agreed.

“Now, Brynn, I realize you are feeling very upset right now, and I also know that you tend to have these extreme mood swings when you’re drunk, but you need to calm down right now. You are lashing out at me for no reason.”

Brynn sat back on her butt and frowned.

“I’m sorry, Annie.”

“That’s okay. Remember, I have your brother’s phone number because of the last time you got super drunk and needed him to come get you. You gave it to me that night.”

Brynn let her head fall into Annie’s lap. Annie stroked Brynn’s hair with one hand while she texted Brandon with the other.

“Well, I guess we should call it a night, huh?” Savannah asked aloud.

“Yeah, I probably need to head out soon anyway,” Annie responded. “I’ve got a two hour drive to my parent’s house ahead of me tonight.”

“Are you sure, Annie?” Savannah asked. “You could just sleep here tonight and leave early in the morning. Of course, Felicity is sleeping on the couch, so you’d have to share a bed with me. I could make it worth your while, if you catch my drift.”

“Hmm, as tempting of an offer as that is, Savannah, I really need to leave tonight. My mom wants me there first thing in the morning to help her start cooking for the family reunion. But whenever I’m ready for my first sexual experience with a lady, I promise to come to you first.”

“Damn right you will,” Savannah replied with a wink.

Just then, Annie’s phone made a noise.

“Okay Brynn, Brandon says he’ll be here as soon as he can, maybe in ten minutes.”

Brynn grunted an inaudible response.

“Well Felicity, you feeling adventurous tonight?” Savannah asked. “Want to go out and start some trouble somewhere?”

“Eh, I don’t know, I’m pretty tired.”

“Oh, come on! You’re only in town for a couple of nights, let’s make the most of it! Seeing as you live four states away now with your virgin fiancee, who knows when the next time will be when we get to live it up like the old days”

“Alright, I’m open to suggestions, I guess,” Felicity relented.

“That a girl!”

*

“Hey, Brandon, thanks for coming,” Savannah said as she opened the door to her apartment.

“No problem. Good to see you, Savannah. So where…oh damn.”

Brandon had just spotted his weeping sister on the floor, her head still in Annie’s lap.

“How long has she been like this?”

“Not too long, maybe fifteen minutes. You know how she gets when she drinks.”

“I know all too well,” he replied. “Hey sis? You ready to go?”

After hearing her brother’s voice as he called out her name, Brynn immediately stopped crying and turned her head towards him. Black mascara had streaked far down below her eyes, as if some tiny unruly teenagers had just gotten into their tiny trucks and burned rubber on her face. Nonetheless, at the sight of her brother, her frown immediately turned upside down and the sobbing stopped.

“Brandon! You came for me! My heeeeeerrrrooooo!”

“Jeez, Brynn, it’s only like a seven minute drive.”

“I know, but still. I knew you’d come, you always do!”

“Seriously, Brandon, thanks for coming to get her,” Annie chimed in.

“Eh, it’s what brothers are for, right? Brynn, you need to hold on to my arm or anything?”

“Yes please!”

Brandon walked over to his sister and extended his hand to her, which she eagerly took. After she stood, she hooked her arm inside of his and let him support some of her weight as they walked out the door.

“Bye, Brynn!” Felicity called out.

The other two girls called out their goodbyes as Brynn was escorted out of the apartment by her brother.

Brandon got her to his car and helped her into the passenger seat. When he leaned across her to hook in her seat belt, Brynn sniffed his hair deeply. She thought she was being subtle, but didn’t realize in her drunken state that Brandon had very easily heard her sniffing like a wolf who had just detected a nearby rabbit.

“Um, did you just smell me?” he asked.

“That would be soooooo weird,” she responded.

“Yes, it would be quite strange.”

After standing there for a while, Brandon realized that Brynn had nothing more to say on the matter, and got into the driver’s seat and started the short drive back to his house.

“So Brynn, are you doing alright? Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”

“Shawn and I broke up.”

“Ah, that’s it then. So, he dumped you, I suppose?”

“And why would you jump to that conclusion!?”

“Well, Brynn, you are the one crying. And, sorry, but haven’t your past, like, three or four boyfriends been the ones to break up with you?”

Brynn slowly turned her head towards Brandon and frowned.

“A big brother is supposed to make his little sister feel better. You are currently failing at this.”

“Uh, I’d argue that a big brother is supposed to protect his little sister, and when she is safe from harm, make fun of her relentlessly.”

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