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Author’s Note: This story is pure fiction. All the characters are from purely fictional and not based on any real person or person.

Note to readers: This story is 14 Lit pages long.

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Chapter 1

“Fe, fi, fo, fum,

We think Fiona’s needing some.

Fe, fi, fo, fum,

Fiona’s gotta cum.”

Their sport with me seemed to revolve around a game they played to feed their desires, to see what all they could get by with. Of course, I didn’t mind most of the time. The chant went on amidst much of their raucous laughter. They did that on some occasions, mostly on Fridays, sometimes on Saturdays too. It made me blush, but with a grin. Normally they were harmless, but they loved teasing me, though it was close to trying to manhandle me at times. It was usually the butches, but others helped them out. They were pretty harmless, though I knew some wouldn’t be if they thought they had an easy opportunity.

“Better take their refills and collect some nice tips,” Jackie, the owner said, a huge smile on her face.

Dutifully, I did just that. What the heck, the tips were always super when they clamored as they were doing. My shorts were tight with the hem allowing the barest of my backside assets to be plainly visible, especially when I bent over. When I had worked the floor, it was the victim of many pinches that came with some fivers to soothe whatever minor pain they inflicted, and on occasion some ten spots or better. That was good, but I had to move quickly and not let it get out of hand. However, the night in and night out of it was about to get to me.

“Mm, baby, I’d like to take you home with me. Whatcha doin after work, sweet cheeks?” one particularly lecherous butch pinched the bottom of my ass that hung out more than usual as I leaned over.

She didn’t stop there, putting a bill inside one of my boobs while she tried to pull the other one out. Not succeeding, she swiftly grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to where she gave my nipple a huge tug with her lips through my top and low cut bra to the delight of one and all.

“Damn, Jan, save some of her for the rest of us,” one said as they laughed.

Me? I gave them a polite smile. Did I mind? Not really. It didn’t happen as much as it used to and the tips were usually good. Making it back to the bar, I took time to sort out my tips, and put them in my purse hidden in the back of the bar. I’d count it all later when I was home.

Jackie gave me a wry took that had a smile attached to it.

“Don’t forget, you don’t have to go through it every time, just when you like,” she advised me. Then added: “But when don’t you like it?” she asked with a huge grin

Since it was getting to be too much at times when I worked the floor regularly, Jackie took pity on me and put me behind the bar. Jackie owned the Karnal Kitten, and as far as I could tell, she was pretty carnal herself, sometimes being seen going with one or another of the girls. There was no shortage of girls wanting to go with her as far as I could tell. She was a fairly big-boned woman, but everything was nicely distributed, including her big boobs and what looked like a tight ass; her face wasn’t hard to look at either. All in all, she was all sex when not tending to the club.

Working as a bartender at the Karnal Kitten was a pretty good gig for me, all things considered, and the regular pay was good too. As the name says, just about all the women are pretty darn carnal, thank goodness. What all they prefer isn’t known by me, but I’m fairly sure that it can get quite kinky with some, if not many, of them.

Some came to the club because of the ambiance, everyone being a lesbian, save the occasional one or two that were just curiosity seekers. Mostly, though, they all really come in search of love, either for the night, or more if it presents itself. They’re young, middle aged, even some older women, and of all nationalities. They’re a pretty good mix, and they liked to fill the dance floor, some actually dancing, others just teasing each other lightly as well as not so lightly.

The private goings on were usually sedate; that is, they were within reason, at least most of the time. Sometimes they pushed the limits, and those Jackie watched closely to make sure they didn’t go too far, and that it was pretty much consensual. One never knew if the law was around, and Jackie had no wish to tempt being closed up.

Me? Nature favored me with a body that was looked at, and lusted after by many, and I have to admit that I did do my share of teasing. All-in-all, I was pretty contented with how things were for me. I had attended a nearby junior college, and barely stayed interested enough to finally walk away with a two-year degree in business, then decided that I wasn’t interested in the regular work world.

Fortunately, I couldn’t resist the call of the club, and in no time, Jackie offered me a job, which I gladly accepted. As far as I’m concerned, I’m satisfied with how things have gone for me, as well as either taking a femme home, or van escort going to her home, when the urge struck me. Life was good for me, and I still made out good with the tips though I was behind the bar.

As I mentioned earlier, I always had a bra, the lift up type, though it wasn’t necessary to show off my tits, and a low cut top. That usually got filled with a few tips, but not always when I just worked the bar; they didn’t have to bend too far over the bar to reach my tits. As I’d walk away, many would lean over the bar and give my cheeks a good looking over. Some tried to pinch one of my boobs when they stuffed my top with the tip, but I’d quickly pull back with a teasing grin, a wink, and a smiling thank you.

No, I wasn’t an easy lay, in fact, I was very selective with whom I went to bed with, and I do mean that I was very picky. I did have a few that I went with more than once, sort of like friends with benefits, but that wasn’t often either. Maybe my mother’s words were still with me. After all, when one is a little girl, what a mother tells her often stays with her even if you’re not aware that it’s from what she once said.

I had friends, and they suspected me of a lot of things they never spoke about, and since I was always with them, they could never prove anything. True, I was tempted by a few of them, and some that weren’t my friends, but maybe my mother’s words kept me from trying to do anything about it.

It wasn’t until college that I was able to enjoy some of those who made my pussy tingle. Though that didn’t happen regularly, in between, I had the pleasure of masturbating as I thought of one or another girl that appealed to me. As I said though, maybe my mother’s early words of remonstrance stayed with me, and maybe I learned to enjoy the tease of waiting for my safe next girl. Yes, I was really particular.

Chapter 2

Then she came in! What a sight. When I saw her, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Instantly I saw a mixture I hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t just that she was stunning, at least to me, and to others, I was sure, but though she acted self-assured, yet I noticed little signs that she was nervous, and not quite so sure of herself as she initially let on. I was aware of all of that, plus the fact that she was affecting me as I’d never been affected before.

She was the picture of reserve and class, walking ramrod straight, and svelte as could be, hiding that bit of nervousness well. Every cell in my body was aware of her, including all of those that were making my feet tingle, which was very odd. My sexual nerves were on fire too, my pussy clenching, my tits wanting to feel of her hands and lips; even my ass tightened. Who was she? I had to know, but then I might soon enough for she walked to where I was tending the bar at my usual site near the entrance.

“Hi, I’m Fiona. Your first time here, huh?” my professional self asked her, my horny self barely hidden.

Again, that straight walk of hers mixed with what I knew was uncertainty.

“H—hello,” she mildly stumbled. “Yes, my first time here.”

“Welcome. If you weren’t going to meet anyone, not to worry, a gal with your looks won’t be lacking for company soon. In a minute they’ll will be introducing themselves to you,” I said in my most welcoming way, my smile thrown in with it as usual.

She lowered her head a little, then looked at me again with a smile that barely came out. I hoped I was friendly enough, but not too much so.

“I just wanted to see what it’s like here,” she said, struggling to overcome whatever fear she had.

“It’s a nice club; all lesbian. Are you okay with that?” I asked, wondering if she had thought it might be something else, maybe a mixed club, or maybe a straight one.

She nodded almost imperceptibly.

There was nothing showy about her, rather she was dressed in heels, a fashionable skirt and blouse that looked quite business like, and expensive to boot. Still, there was no way she could hide what was under her clothes. No way. Nor could she hide how gorgeous she looked. Dressing in tattered rags couldn’t have hidden that.

“What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Again, her face a little hidden by the slight bow, she looked back up with a small smile.

“No, I don’t mind; it’s Lauren.”

“Lauren! Hope you enjoy your visit. Now since it’s your first time here, what would you like—on the house,” I added though it wasn’t customary.

She hesitated, then asked: “A diet ginger ale?”

“Hmm, I think we might be able to do that okay. Be right back with it.”

I walked a few steps and met up with Jackie. “That’s some looker. Hope she sticks around; looks like that can’t hurt the ambiance,” she said, nodding to where Lauren sat.

“Yeah, real nice,” I said, “and she ordered a diet ginger ale.”

She snickered. I found the diet ginger ale and a glass, filled it up, and took it back to her.

“There you are,” I said as a cute femme made her way to her. “Oops, here’s your first hit.”

“Hi, escort van I’m Ellen. First time here?” she asked.

“Yes, and Hi, I’m Lauren,” she caught on fast, this time no hesitation.

“You’re not with anyone, I hope,” Ellen tested the waters.

“No.”

“Oh, good. Wanna dance?”

“Thank you, but no; I’m just seeing what it’s like here.”

I was about to walk away, until, “Fiona will vouch for us here. We’re all pretty friendly, right, Fiona?”

I wasn’t about to lie, but she was mostly right. “Mostly. New people do have to be careful though, just like anywhere else,” I said.

“Oh, Fiona, I’d stick my tongue out at you, but I’d hate to waste a good lick,” she said, offering her wares quickly.

Ellen was cute as can be, if a little forward, but that was expected here, but maybe not by Lauren, who caught Ellen’s suggestive drift.

Lauren covered her embarrassment before Ellen caught it.

“Uh, thank you, I’m sure it’s a good place, but as I said, I’m just looking for now, maybe getting used to the place,” Lauren said.

“Well, if you change your mind, just nod. Damn, but you’re one sweet looking babe,” she said licking her lips as she was about to leave.

It wasn’t over, at least not yet.

“Maybe she needs more, huh?” one of the butches caught the end of it.

Ellen gave her a mildly dirty look, started to say something, but decided against it, and left.

“Hey, girl, need some company other than Fiona? I mean, she’s one sweet lookin bitch, but maybe not what you’re looking for, huh? My name’s Kate; what’s yours?”

“Lauren, and thank you, but I’m just looking.”

“Hey, look no more. I can show you a real good time, and I mean good,” she said, getting too close to Lauren’s space.

She leaned away a bit.

“Thank you, but no thanks,” she said a little sternly with a tad of ice in her words.

“Hey, no problem. If you change your mind, or your pussy gets too needy, let me know.”

“Thank you,” the reserve in her voice unmistakable.

“Sure, doll. Be seeing you,” she said, and walked away.

“They’re not all like that,” I said, “but you do have to take care.”

They weren’t through. I tried to stay close by, maybe wishing I had tried my luck with her, but I sensed that she wasn’t ready for whatever she had hoped to find here. At any rate, I kept an eye on her, surreptitiously, I thought. However, every time I looked, I had to make myself quit. What I kept trying to do was to get a picture of what she might look like undressed. Pretty darned hot, I thought.

Her blouse wasn’t designed to be revealing, but there was no way she could hide what was there. Her tits had to be a little bigger than mine, but that was okay with me. Very okay because from what I remembered of her walking in, the rest of her figure wasn’t at all shabby. Sort of slender framed, she had nice hips and a pretty flat belly, and from the little that I could see, her ass was to die for, and so were her legs. It all added up to one gorgeous and sexy package.

That left her face, which I tried to concentrate on when I could force myself to stop wishing she was naked and I could see all of her, including her pussy which I already thought must be luscious and delicious. Speaking of pussy, mine was wet as could be with my thoughts and rampant desires making themselves known to me. Yes, my rarely had fantasies were running amok in me. She was really that hot.

Her hair was a rich brown, fine, sheeny, clean, and shoulder length. It showed off her face which was slender too, with fairly high cheeks, a tad long but not oddly so, and her lips were making me weak in the knees. That bottom lip was so delicately sexy and chewable, or suckable, or just kissable.

It had yet to occur to me to seek a long term, or maybe a permanent relationship, but I knew that’s what I was already wishing for with her. A dream? Probably, but I knew I’d go home alone and have some sweet dreams. My clit would get a workout too. There was only one thing that bothered me. Her eyes!

Brown, matching the richness of her hair, large and clear and beautiful, yet they had a weight in them that threatened to be heavy—a sadness. They made me want to hold and comfort her as much as the rest of her had me wanting to make love to her. She had what may have been a heavy burden. Did I really see that in her? Would I be able to help her, relieve her of it? That created a problem for me, one that I didn’t know anything about. Would whoever she might go out with be able to help her? I found myself caught up in wishing that whoever she went with would be up to it—I wished I could be that person. Yeah, I was already getting way ahead of myself, but I did sometimes like to dream, just not like I was doing as i looked at her.

Chapter 3

Just as I knew I would, I gave my clit a working over, but gawwd, it was so sweet. Even when I remembered looking into what I thought were her strife laden eyes, my heart filled with such a sweet desire van escort bayan and that only made my fingers more loving with the pictures I was conjuring up. This was all so odd, yet so wanted. Somehow I just knew that my carefree days of seeking and finding physical love would be over if I could just make the connection with her.

Connection! Would she come back? I had no idea. When she was about to leave, I’d asked her if we’d made a good impression on her. Though she’d smiled, her words had been noncommital.

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Lauren didn’t come the rest of that weekend, and not the following weekend. For someone I’d barely met, and had so few words with, I worried, and quite sadly too. Then on Wednesday in the late afternoon, I saw her in one of the malls. I thought to go and say hello, but instead decided to watch and see what she did, where she went.

I wasn’t sure if she’d welcome my company, at least that’s what I told myself. Christ, I was worrying about being rejected; that was something I’d never feared before, so why now? Was it that I’d fantasized about her, something else I’d seldom, if ever, done? I was feeling like I was a mess and I didn’t even know her. Well, I knew her, but barely. Still, she did fascinate me.

I made sure she couldn’t see me, or that maybe she’d walk up to where she’d see me. More silliness on my part, I was sure. Then again, my thoughts found reason for being as I was: maybe I could learn something about her. Maybe I might learn something that I could talk to her about that she might find interesting. In a bar? Okay, the club, not just a bar. She stopped to look in a window that was ladies wear, including some shoes, plus what looked like mostly intimate apparel. The suggestion had my pussy twitching and most likely dripping. This was one time that I thought that I loved sex too much, but I didn’t beat myself over it.

She was dressed much as when I’d first met her, so she was probably a classy secretary, or maybe even a professional, and was constantly looking at fine clothes. She went in and did look at a few pairs of shoes, but I noticed that she seemed nervous—just like she was when I saw her the first time. I filed that away in the back of my mind as a curiosity. It was probably nothing.

Next she went into the middle of the store and seemed interested in their intimate apparel, which I was certain was probably pricey. I watched as she looked at some fancy panties—really sexy with lots of lace and see through material. Then again, she looked around, her movements forced, jerky—were they from nervousness? That made me more than curious. In fact, I wondered if she was thinking of stealing them. She looked at another pair. Those she took in her hands for a little longer, then I was sure that I saw her lick her lips and once more look around. Surely she wasn’t up to trying to walk away with them. I saw her fingers as if fondling them, and her eyes nearly close, but it was all so quick, and she put them back.

The next pair she looked at were one heck of a sweet and hot looking pair. As if mesmerized, she picked them up also, but more boldly. She let herself caress them for a moment or two. Just then, as she moved them lightly, I saw what had to be her fascination with them. They were more than sexy, they were cut out where her pussy would normally cover—easy access for sex was my first and only thought.

She licked her lips and fleetingly closed her eyes, or was my mind playing with me again? Maybe it wasn’t, for a finger went through the open as if by accident, but just as quickly, she removed the finger fast, as if it was singed. Up to that time she had been stealthy, when quickly, it was as if she was aware of herself she put them back.

She seemed to become self conscious, fidgety, and started to walk away. My mind was roiling, not just curious, but working overtime wondering what was driving her, what made up her person.

One thing was for sure, and that was that she had an extremely shapely and sexily rounded ass that led to her scrumptiously shapely legs. There was no way that I couldn’t see that as she moved about. I had to be careful for though I realized that I was almost drooling, and not just staring too much, or too hard. Damn, but she was so sexy! Sexy and very mysterious. I was aware that my pussy was twitching steadily, and I knew that my panties were wet. I was lusting for her, and worse, she had me fantasizing like crazy.

She hadn’t intended to leave though; she moved to where the bras were. She picked out one that looked as if it was not only an underwire one, but also that it was made to fully show the nipples. It was too short to cover them, at least as best I saw it. As before with the sexy and frilly panties, she took a moment with it and acted as if she was fantasizing over it. She looked about again, then put it back. Before leaving, she did select a bra that wasn’t at all sexy, a fairly common utilitarian type. She went to pay for it.

I sneakily moved away to a place where she couldn’t see me, but then I thought I’d better leave lest she see me and suspect that I had been spying on her. As I left, I knew my mind would wonder much about her, but for the moment the only thing I considered was not to be seen by her. Then again, maybe I’d never see her again, though I hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

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This was my entry for the 2019 Winter Holiday contest.

As always, thanks to my editor, ThisNameIsntTakenYet, for his invaluable work to make me look actually literate to the impartial observer.

Special thanks to the inimitable Salandar, for setting me straight on a troublesome story beat. She’s a brilliant, classy lady whose level I aspire to reach.

~~ Monday evening, December Twenty-Third ~~

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” Kathryn muttered under her breath as the line of cars ahead of her slowly crawled through the traffic light. It turned red before she could get through.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, and slapped the steering wheel of her well-worn Honda Civic in frustration.

“Mommy, you said a swear!” the small voice in the back seat exclaimed. She turned and smiled at her four-year old daughter. Caitlyn was wearing her Christmas dress, with its broad green and white stripes and little felt gingerbread men dancing along the hem of her skirt. Her puffy pink jacket and boots did little to detract from her cuteness.

Kathryn tucked a lock of her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ear, then picked up a quarter from the cup holder and held it out to her. “You got me sweetie! You can put this in the swear jar when we get home.” Her little girl made the quarter disappear into her pocket. “Mommy just wants us to get there before they close.” She turned back and followed the car ahead of her as the light turned green.

Tonight, was the last night of the famous Christmas village the next town over from theirs, and Kathryn was praying she could make it in time for Caitlyn to get a picture with Santa. Between work, school, all the chores it took to keep the house in order and her child fed and clean, she hadn’t had a spare moment the entire month.

As she pulled into the parking lot for the town park, her heart sank. There were few people about and most of the lights in the village were turned off. She jumped out of the car, bundled Caitlyn into her arms and hustled towards the center of the village. Maybe we can catch Santa before he’s left, she hoped as she hustled through the mostly empty market.

“Oh no, mommy! Is Santa gone?” Her daughter’s plaintive question threatened to break her heart as they came to the North Pole scene set up in the middle of the village square. Santa’s throne sat empty, with a lone elf picking up trash around the tiny house.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. It looks like we missed him.”

“But if I can’t tell him I won’t be home, he won’t be able to find me on Christmas! Can I stay home tomorrow so I won’t miss him?” The quiver in her voice was a clear announcement that tears were imminent.

Kathryn sighed. “Baby, we talked about this. You have to go to your Daddy and Gramma’s tomorrow, okay? I promise Santa will find you.”

Kathryn felt a tap on her elbow and turned to find the elf standing next to her. She was a cute, wholesome looking young woman, about the same age as herself, wearing a bright green skirt. Her shirt and tights with covered with red and white candy cane stripes. The fake elf ears sticking out from her long shaggy black hair poked up next to the white fur trim around the brim of her green stocking cap. She smiled brightly at Caitlyn.

“Exc-u-u-u-u-se me little girl!” she said in a fake, squeaky elf voice. “Did I just hear you have an urgent message for Santa? He’s my boss, you know!”

“Really?” Caitlyn’s quivering lip turned into a smile faster than Kathryn could believe.

“Really! I’m Megan, what’s your name?”

“Caitlyn,” she said, shyly.

“Well, Caitlyn,” Megan said as she leaned down and presented one of her elf ears to the little girl, “why don’t you whisper your secret in my ear and I’ll pass it on to Santa for you?”

“No! I can’t tell you! I have to tell Santa!”

“Caitlyn! Don’t be rude!” Kathryn admonished her, but Caitlyn was having none of it.

“Mommy, I need to tell Santa!” The tears were back.

“Caitlyn…” She felt so helpless. Tomorrow was going to be horrible enough. If there was just some way…

Megan touched Caitlyn gently on the arm to draw her attention back and addressed the little girl seriously. “You really need to see Santa tonight, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” Caitlyn said, rubbing her eye with her tiny fist.

“Well! I didn’t realize it was such an important message.” Megan winked at Kathryn. “Tell you what, you sit right here in this throne with mommy, and I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

Kathryn looked around at the empty village and prayed this woman wasn’t about to disappoint her daughter.

“I’ll be right back!” Megan motioned for Kathryn to sit on the throne with her daughter and disappeared into the Santa house.

After a few minutes of sitting on the throne and trying to console her daughter, she had almost decided to give up and head to the car to deal with the inevitable meltdown, when they were both startled as a loud “Ho Ho Ho!” rang trabzon escort out behind them.

Caitlyn’s face lit up as a short, not quite roly-poly Santa came out of the North Pole house.

Kathryn slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. It was clearly Megan, who had changed out of her elf costume and was wearing an oversized Santa suit, complete with a giant, fake snow-white beard and wig and long, red Santa hat. The suit was hanging off her, the legs of the pants rolled up and she had clearly stuffed the lumpy jacket with whatever she could find to give the impression of a somewhat fat, jolly Santa.

“M-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-y Christmas!” Megan was using a deep voice, trying to play the part as best she could.

Caitlyn bought it hook, line and sinker.

“Santa!” she shrieked, as she jumped off her mom’s lap and squeezed Megan-Santa’s legs in a bear hug. Kathryn could see just a few wisps of Megan’s black hair sticking out from under the wig and her eyes were twinkling with amusement above her fake beard.

“My elf, Megan, just told me that I missed seeing the most delightful little girl. Are you Caitlyn? You are? Good thing my reindeer hadn’t finished their dinner yet, or I’d be flying back to the North Pole right now and I’d have missed you! Now, let me sit in this chair where good little girls come to tell me what they want for Christmas!”

Megan switched places with Kathryn. Caitlyn eagerly hopped up on her lap, as Kathryn started taking pictures with her phone.

Megan took on a serious tone. “Now, Caitlyn, have you been a good girl this year?”

“I’ve been so good Santa! I clean up my toys! I help mommy with the cooking! I stay in bed at bedtime, well mostly, I mean I try to! And I put the quarters in the jar when mommy says a swear!”

Megan smothered a giggle, then let out another booming “Ho Ho Ho! You do sound like a good little girl! Well, in a few minutes, I’m going to go get in my sleigh and have my reindeer take me to the North Pole, so I can get the last of the presents ready for Christmas Eve. Do you know what I say to my reindeer to get them ready to fly?”

Caitlyn looked at her mommy, who started mouthing “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer…”

Caitlyn picked up on it and loudly recited “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Pancer, and Mixon. On Comics and Cupin and Donder and Bixen. And Rudoph too!”

Megan-Santa cheerfully ignored all the mispronunciations and laughed. “Ho Ho Ho! That’s very good! You are a good girl Caitlyn, what can I bring you for Christmas tomorrow night?”

The little girl looked up at her mommy then said “I want a Barbie Sparkle Unicorn, and I want a Unicorn Purse Pal, and…” She looked at her mommy again then the words rushed out, “and I want you to give mommy good grades so she doesn’t have to study so much and I want you to make it so I don’t have to go to Gramma’s tomorrow.”

“Oh baby,” Kathryn murmured with a shake of her head.

“I see…” said Megan-Santa glancing at Kathryn. “Those are tall orders, Caitlyn. I’m not sure I can do all that. But I tell you what, I’ll work on the first two. And now that you’ve told me you might be at your Gramma’s, I will make sure and find you tomorrow night, no matter where you are, okay?” She looked at Kathryn who nodded her head. “As for your mommy’s grades, well, she doesn’t need help from Santa, because your mommy is very smart. And getting good grades all by yourself is important and makes you feel good about yourself, right?

“I guess so,” the little girl allowed.

“Now, I have to go check on Donder and Bixen before our trip back to the North Pole. It’s been very nice talking to you Caitlyn. Would you like a candy cane?”

“Yes, please!”

Megan-Santa reached into her pocket and pulled out a huge candy cane that was almost a foot long, and held it out to Caitlyn. She took it in both hands and jumped off Megan-Santa’s lap and started happily skipping circles around the Santa house chanting “On Dasher, on Dancer…”

“Thank you so much,” said Kathryn. “You have no idea how much that meant to her. Or to me.”

“All in a day’s work, mommy!” said Megan-Santa, maintaining her character. “How about you? Have you been a good girl? What can Santa bring you for Christmas?”

Kathryn smiled sadly. “Just more time in the day to spend with my little girl. I’m not sure you can fit that in a stocking.” She dug around in her purse then pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill. “Here, it’s not much but…”

Megan-Santa said, “Santa doesn’t take tips, mommy. Now, you take that little girl and you hug her tight tonight and tell her that Santa will be looking out for both of you. Would you like a candy cane too?”

Kathryn laughed. “Sure, why not?”

Megan-Santa pulled out another candy cane, normal sized this time, and handed it to her. “Merry Christmas, mommy,” she said quietly in her normal voice.

“Thanks again. Merry Christmas!” trabzon escort bayan Kathryn gathered Caitlyn and headed off towards the car.

~~ Tuesday morning, December Twenty-Fourth ~~

Kathryn sat waiting in the parking lot of the Target near the highway, watching Caitlyn in the rear-view mirror.

“It’s going to be okay baby. Daddy and Gramma love you and they’re going to take good care of you. And Santa told me he’ll find you there tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” her daughter said listlessly.

She was about to say more to try and cheer up her daughter when Amanda’s BMW pulled into the parking space next to hers.

They got out of the car, and after a gentle nudge, Caitlyn said, “Hi, Gramma.”

“Hello, Caitlyn,” Amanda said, giving her granddaughter a hug that was clearly unwanted by the little girl. “Now get your bag and get in the car.”

Kathryn rolled her eyes and reached into her car to get her daughter’s bag.

“You’re just spoiling her, not making her do it herself, Kathryn.”

“She’s four and this bag weighs as much as she does, Amanda.” Kathryn got her daughter buckled into the car seat in the back of Amanda’s BMW and kissed her goodbye. “You be a good girl, okay baby? I’ll be here to pick you up on Thursday.”

“I love you mommy.”

“Oh, I love you too, baby doll. You have a good Christmas, okay?” She closed the door and spun around before her daughter could see the tears in her eyes.

“Take care of her, Amanda.”

“We always take good care of her, Kathryn.”

“No, you take care of her. Steve doesn’t do a goddamn thing except drink and yell. And I’ll say what I say every time, if she has one mark on her when she comes back, I’m going to the police, I don’t care if we end up in a women’s shelter or on the street.” She stomped to her car and got in without waiting for an answer. Her little Civic coughed several times before it finally started.

Great, she thought, just the impression I want to give when I’m trying to storm away from my daughter’s grandmother.

~~ Tuesday afternoon, December Twenty-Fourth ~~

Kathryn stared at the books spread out on the table in front of her as the librarians were circulating through the reading room, telling the patrons they were closing in fifteen minutes.

I barely remember a single thing about anatomy I’ve read today, she sighed to herself. It was inter-session, so she didn’t actually have any classes now, but she’d gotten the book list for the spring term and was trying to get a head start. There was never enough time when school was in session. She gathered her books and, once outside, was surprised to see it was still before sundown, although just barely. There was no sunlight because of the icy grey clouds covering the sky. She looked back at the library and saw the sign on the door that read, “Closing at 4:00 PM on Christmas Eve”.

Right. Christmas Eve, she thought, what a miserable holiday tomorrow is going to be.

She looked up at the sky again as fat, wet snowflakes started falling. “Great,” she muttered to herself. The tiny apartment she shared with Caitlyn was a mile’s walk from the university, and since the campus parking pass was an extravagance she couldn’t afford, she’d walked, as usual. Snow started coming down harder as she trudged home. The sidewalks were quickly becoming slippery, with visibility dropping to a few dozen feet. It was beautiful, really. But not if you’re trekking across town., she thought.

She passed several shops and restaurants, most of them closed, and was walking with her head down to keep the snow out of the hood of her jacket when she crashed into a sandwich board sign on the sidewalk, knocking it over. She quickly picked it up, struggling to get back in place. Once she got it standing on its own, she saw the sign said “Flanigan’s Bar – Christmas Eve Special: Shot & a Beer, $3”

She looked up at the bar’s windows. Soft yellow lights inside gave off a welcoming glow that dimly lit the sidewalk around her.

I don’t think I’ve gone into a bar for a drink since before Cait was born, she thought. She looked up and down the street. Not the worst neighborhood she’d pass through. She nodded to herself. I can afford three bucks. She pulled open the heavy wooden door and walked in, stamping the snow off her boots on the rubber mat she found just inside the bar.

The interior was small and cozy, with just a dozen tables and a polished wooden bar down the left side of the narrow room. Christmas music was playing over the speakers. Two of the tables were occupied with couples and there were two rough-looking men sitting at the bar near the back of the room. Kathryn hesitantly took the barstool closest to the window, hanging her coat on the back of her chair.

A minute later, a young woman came out of the back room and called out, “Eddie, need a refill?” One of the men nodded, holding escort trabzon up his empty glass. “Alright, gimme a second. John, use a coaster, would you?” She picked a cardboard coaster off a pile near the beer taps and expertly flicked it with two fingers like a frisbee towards him. It slid across the bar and fetched up against his glass.

As the barkeep walked towards her, Kathryn looked her over. She had a very punk rock look. Her dark hair was tied back in a shaggy ponytail, she was wearing black lipstick and had a small silver nose stud. The front of her tight, red t-shirt said “Merry F***ing Christmas” in white letters and she was wearing a black leather choker adorned with silver metal studs around her neck. She was also wearing a headband that held up two reindeer on springs like festive antennae. The plastic reindeer’s noses flashed with red LED lights as they wobbled in the air over her head.

She tossed a coaster onto the bar in front of Kathryn and said, “What can I get you?” Then she did a double take and said, “Oh hey! Nice to see you again mommy, how’s Caitlyn doing?”

Kathryn was taken aback, “I’m sorry… do I know you?”

The woman smiled. “Which would help you out more, if I put on my elf ears or if I got back in the Santa suit? Please say the Santa suit because the elf costume turns Eddie into a horn-dog for some reason,” she said, hooking her thumb down towards the men at the far end of the bar.

“Yeah it does!” Eddie said, laughing.

Kathryn gawked at her. “Santa? Oh my gosh, I totally didn’t recognize you! Sorry, was it… Megan?”

Megan laughed, “Yeah, my name is Megan. No worries about the mix-up. I know my normal look doesn’t track with the Santa’s elf thing.”

“No, it certainly doesn’t. I’m not sure I’d have recognized you at all if you hadn’t said something.”

“So, what can I get for you?” Megan was back to business.

“The shot and a beer special?”

“Sounds good. It’s domestic draws, so any of those,” she pointed to the far set of taps. “Bud Light is our most popular. And you can have any of the well liquors. They aren’t great. I’d recommend the bourbon, but just because it’s the least bad of the bunch.”

“Okay, that sounds fine.”

“Be right back.”

She watched Megan go to the other end of the bar and efficiently pour two draft beers at the same time. She put one in front of Eddie, then grabbed a heavy rocks glass from a stack next to the taps and headed back to Kathryn. She set the beer on the coaster, flipped the glass high in the air with her right hand, then pulled a bottle from the rack on the front of the ice bin, while she caught the glass with her left hand. She set it in front of Kathryn and gave her a generous pour from the bottle.

Kathryn had warily leaned back as the drinkware acrobatics was going on in front of her. “That was impressive and not a little scary,” she said.

Megan smirked. “Professional bartender.”

“And professional elf. And professional Santa apparently.”

“Elf is my fourth job. The Santa thing was just a one-off.”

“So, bartending is your, what? First job?”

“Third. My second job is paralegal, but it’s for a non-profit and doesn’t pay much. Paralegal pays for rent, bartending pays for food. Being an elf pays for booze and Christmas presents.” She pulled out a menu from below the bar and offered it to Kathryn. “Hungry?”

“Um… no thank you. So, what’s your first job?”

“Law student,” she said, putting the menu back. “I’ll finish my second year this spring.”

“Well, if you do your first and second jobs as well as you do your third and fourth, you’re going to be a good lawyer.”

“Thanks.” She looked over to see one of the couples stand up from their table and head to the bar looking for their check. “Be right back.”

Kathryn took a sip of her beer. Her mind drifted back to the days before Caitlyn had come along. She’d drank too much of this stuff then, but surely it was okay to have one by herself on Christmas Eve. It’s not like she was partying. More importantly, she wasn’t the ditzy party girl she’d been when she’d dated people like Steve. She frowned at the whiskey on the counter.

“Is your booze harassing you? ‘Cause I’ll ask it to leave for disrespecting my patrons if I have to.” Megan had come back to her end of the bar.

“No… I was just thinking about the last time I drank something like this. It was a long time ago. A different time in my life, you know? But it’s Christmas Eve. So, cheers!” She lifted the glass and took a small sip. She coughed. “Gawd, that’s awful!” she croaked.

Megan laughed. “Yeah, there’s a reason my boss will let me sell that with a beer for three bucks. Sorry about that. The vodka’s worse though.”

“I guess I’m getting my money’s worth,” said Kathryn, laughing and taking another tiny sip.

“Hey are you sure you aren’t hungry? I can get you some happy hour nachos. They’re free as long as you’re drinking.”

“Oh! Well, okay, sure. Thank you!”

“Alright, give me a minute, gotta take care of some stuff.”

The other couple were at the bar now. Megan settled their bill, wishing them a Merry Christmas, then Kathryn heard her yell as she walked into the back room, “Julio! Drop an order of nachos!”

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Jenna woke up surprisingly calm the day before her presentation. For the past two weeks, she had been agonizing over this presentation that would determine if she would move forward in her career or have to wait longer. After a lot of hard work and dedication, Jenna had decided it was time to move up the ladder but was terrified of being unsuccessful in her venture. In fact, she had always been afraid of failure. Jenna had grown accustomed to achieving what she set her mind to, but the business world was a realm she had little control in.

She stretched, breathed deeply, and thought to herself, “It’s Sunday. It’s the Sunday before my presentation. I’ve worked hard and dedicated myself entirely to the project. I need to relax and walk into the conference fresh and ready to present my ideas. I know what I have to do and say. Now, I need to take the day to myself to make sure I am at my best tomorrow.” With that, Jenna climbed out of her bed and opened the curtains of her bedroom. She beamed at her view of the river flowing serenely under drifting white clouds. She took her robe, a light and sheer aquamarine one, and wrapped it around her slender body.

In her kitchen, she began to look in the refrigerator to decide on breakfast when it struck her. “I should spend my day at the spa!” she exclaimed aloud. She rushed to her bedroom, changed into her orange bikini and slipped a loose-fitting white beach dress over it, and smiled. Quickly, she gathered her essentials for the spa- a book, sunscreen, sunglasses, and a change of clothes- threw them into a large bag along with her wallet and left.

After finishing her fruit and yogurt breakfast at the spa, she ambled over to an area shaded by palm trees. She took a chaise and began to read her book. “Excuse me, miss?” Jenna looked up into the face of a handsome young man.

“Yes?”

He smiled, relieved that she responded, and asked, “Where are the massage villas? See, I’m due there in twenty minutes but I have no idea where they are and I’ve lost my map of the grounds.”

Jenna sat up, alert to his tan skin and forest green eyes, and replied, “I’ll take you there myself. I wanted to make an appointment.” He smiled gratefully, charmingly, and stepped back. Jenna placed her book in her bag, stood, and began walking toward the massage villas. “Do you have an early appointment?”

He laughed softly and said, “No, no. I am actually hoping to be hired. I’ve had my interview already but they want to see how I work.” Jenna smiled thoughtfully as she gazed at his chiseled arms and strong hands. He seemed like just the guy she would want to book an appointment with.

“I see. Do they just have you massage a customer and observe you?”

He shook his head, still smiling, and said, “Oh, no. They wouldn’t want to do that. It might make the customer uncomfortable. They have me work on one of the massage therapists who then submits a review.”

She shrugged her shoulders uşak escort and whispered, “You look good to me.”

He turned to look at her, pleasantly surprised, and replied, “Thanks.”

She was surprised herself, as she was not usually this forward. She motioned forward with her head and said, “That’s where you will want to go. It was nice meeting you, stranger.” She touched his upper arm lightly, smiled, and walked into the next villa.

“Good morning, miss. How may I assist you today?”

Jenna set her arms in the counter and said, “I would like an appointment for an hour-long, full-body massage.”

“Sure, let me go ahead and see how we can accommodate you. We have an appointment at 12, 1, and 4. Would any of those times work for you?”

“I think 1 sounds best. Do you have it available in a private, river-view gazebo?”

The clerk looked down at her screen and replied, “Yes we do, let me just go ahead and book that for you. Your masseuse will be Roma. Enter here, Villa 2, check-in, and you will be escorted to your gazebo. May I have your name?”

“Jenna.”

“Ok, great, we will see you at 1 pm, Jenna.”

Jenna had a couple of hours until her massage, so she decided to soak in the mineral baths for half an hour then go to the mud bath. She placed her belongings in a locker near the massage villas and headed to the mineral baths. Settling into a bath, she rested her head on the bank and closed her eyes. “This feels great,” she thought to herself. Her mind was in peace, mostly, and anytime the thought of work crossed her mind she immediately took deep breaths and collected herself.

After the mud bath, Jenna had an apricot-mango smoothie and continued to read. At twenty-to-one she began to walk over to the locker to gather her things before checking into her massage appointment.

“Welcome back, miss. Are you here to check-in for your appointment?”

Jenna nodded and said, “Yes, with Roma.”

The clerk smiled, stepped out from behind the counter and said, “Very well, miss Jenna, please follow me to your private gazebo.” Jenna followed the lovely young clerk, a short and slim blond with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile. “Please have a seat and Roma will be right with you.” Jenna took a seat in a large and comfortable outdoor chair.

The cushions felt extremely soft on her smooth skin. She looked down at herself and realized that she had acquired a light tan that gave her skin a nice glow. Her full, chestnut-brown hair was loose and falling over her shoulders. Even makeup less, Jenna looked beautiful. Her honey eyes were of a nice almond shape, her lips a dark rose hue and slightly plump.

As she sat waiting, she noticed her masseuse coming up the walk. At once, she was taken aback by Roma’s presence. Although she was of medium height, she was striking as a taller woman would be, and her milky skin looked uşak escort bayan smooth and graceful but not pale. Her hair was a natural auburn color and her eyes a dazzling grey. She had slightly pointed, pink lips that complimented her face. When she saw Jenna looking at her, she smiled and at once Jenna felt a wave of comfort flow over her. Even in her masseuse uniform, Roma’s body looked incredible.

Her breasts were not large, at best a B-cup, but they were perky and perfectly rounded. Her small waist preceded full hips and evidently thick legs. Jenna found herself wondering what Roma’s body looked like out of the masseuse uniform and was shocked. She had never had such thoughts about a woman before.

Before she could continue thinking about this, Roma said, “Jenna, what a pleasure to meet you. Do you have a preference for an essential oil?”

Jenna smiled, nodded, and replied, “Yes, I like Vanilla Tangerine.”

“Great, I have that right here. And did you want to have cold-stones used during your massage?”

Jenna nodded. There was something both soothing and intoxicating about Roma’s voice.

“Okay, while I gather the stones please go onto the massage table. Once you disrobe and are safely and comfortably under the sheet, press the blue button and I will return.” Jenna couldn’t help but look at Roma, almost longingly, as she walked away. She shook her head and whispered, “What are you doing?” She quickly took off her dress and bikini and climbed under the sheets, pressing the blue button.

“Alright, let’s begin,” she heard Roma say soothingly. The moment she felt Roma’s fingertips on her neck, Jenna felt a charge run through her body. She shivered. “I apologize, was that too much pressure?”

Jenna, embarrassed, replied in a quiet voice, “No, not at all. It was just… I got chills.” In essence, she was not lying. Roma’s touch had sent chills down her spine. The feeling itself was all too familiar, but new at the same time. Jenna had never reacted this way to a woman. What was going on? But before Jenna had more time to think on it, she felt Roma’s fingers kneading her back, moving lower and lower.

As they reached her lower back, another charge surged through her body. This charge reached down low and she felt a rousing between her legs. As Roma worked her lower back, with large strokes and centralized pressure, her excitement grew and it was all she could do to keep from squirming. When Roma moved her hands to Jenna’s hips, to the side, Jenna shivered ever so slightly and tightened her legs.

She couldn’t help it. She felt Roma’s hands stop, but she let them rest on Jenna’s hips. “Is everything ok?” she heard Roma say, almost in a whisper. Jenna found it hard to respond and she heard a heavy breath escape her lips.

Suddenly, she felt Roma lowering herself, her lips next to Jenna’s ear. “How do you feel?” Jenna was beside herself. The escort uşak rousing between her legs mounted beyond anything she could handle and she felt moist.

“I… I’m… Oooohh…” That was all she could say as her breathing deepened and quickened. Roma’s hands were sliding downward, toward Jenna’s lower stomach.

“I can help you with that, too, if you’d like,” she heard Roma murmur directly into her ear, right before she felt Roma’s tender lips caressing her earlobe. Jenna’s breaths escaped with soft moans, and Roma was softly lifting her hips until Jenna’s knees were slightly bent so that Roma could access her. Roma grasped her hair lightly and tugged so that Jenna faced her, and Roma kissed her deeply, massaging Jenna’s tongue with her own.

Roma’s hands were sliding down her side, caressing her thighs, tormenting her by moving around her warm, moist furrow. Finally, Roma broke her lips from Jenna’s and pushed her sideways until Jenna was flat on her back. Roma looked down at her, smiling, as her hand wandered downward and spread Jenna’s legs.

Roma kissed Jenna’s neck, shoulders, and chest, until she finally began to enjoy her breasts with her tongue. She felt her tongue swirling around her hard nipples, gently tugging at them with her teeth from time to time. She place her index finger between her breasts and began to slowly glide it down Jenna’s body until she reached the top of her mound.

She began to run her finger around the top, lightly, until Jenna couldn’t help but writhe and thrust her hips slightly upward. At this point, Roma began kissing her deeply and easily slipped her index finger inside of her. Jenna moaned in ecstasy inside of Roma’s mouth.

A second finger was added, and Roma began to swirl them around inside of her in opposite directions. Jenna moaned more loudly and began to squirm harder. Roma began to suck on Jenna’s neck, her head tilted back moaning, hip thrust slightly upward as Roma worked her from the inside.

As Roma kissed downward, from neck, to breasts, to abdomen, her free hand roved over Jenna’s body like on a free terrain. Then Roma’s head was between her legs and she felt her tongue again, pointed, caressing her lips as her fingers continued to swirl inside of her and her other hand toyed with her breasts. Jenna was beside herself with pleasure, and she felt bliss sweeping over her as Roma’s pointed tongue darted into her vagina. She felt its warmth circling the inside of her and fingers meeting her clitoris, gently pressing down on it.

The feeling of bliss became stronger and then she realized she as coming and Roma’s mouth was receiving her sweet juices. She twisted her hips and breathed rapidly, but Roma’s did not stop pleasuring her until she finished peaking and settled back down, hyperventilating.

Roma lifted her head slightly from between Jenna’s legs and smiled as she licked her lips. “How was the pressure?”

Jenna laughed lightly, sat up, grabbed the back of Roma’s head and kissed her passionately. Pulling back, she replied, “Perfect.”

Jenna woke up on Monday morning feeling more refreshed than she could have imagined. Looking in the mirror at her naked body, post-shower, she said to herself, “I’m ready.”

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When I signed up for the Kappa Omega Kappa sorority (name changed), I had no idea it would be this much fun. And this was only the initiation. It occurred to me sometimes ago. I am Ashley, 19 years old girl. I am blonde with beautiful eyes, slim and sexy figure and I am 5’8″.

At sorority house, in of the older girl’s bedrooms, we were ordered to take off our clothes while the older girls inspected us. We were all nervous at first, obviously, but as the older girls took control and ordered the four of us to kiss, we began to relax. Quite frankly, I was soaking wet in no time at all.

Samantha and Jenny each had a hand on my leg as we kissed; they slid in time, closer and closer to my pussy. When they meet in the middle, I could feel Samantha taking Jenny’s hand in hers and guiding it over my clit. Their other hands, slid across Jackie’s chest, twisting her nipple rings and stroking her breasts.

Soon even the some of the older girls had joined in, all of us naked, wet pussies everywhere. Tongues flicked over nipples and clits and probed at winking assholes, lips suckled on nipples and several pairs of hands slid over my body at once.

Jackie, the sorority head demanded one of us be tied and bound. Cindy presented her hands to be tied together. We lay her diagonally across the bed and tied her hands to one of the bedposts, following the orders of the older girls. She pretended to struggle

“Oh, woe is me,” she said in a cutesy damsel in distress voice.

“How will I ever escape?”

At Jackie’s command, the four of us descended on Cindy’s beautiful, lean body. Her nipples were dark and crinkled and her skin was tanned olive. I ran my tongue over her exotic breasts while Samantha and Jenny held her ankle and stroked her legs and Jackie buried her head into the mound of her smooth, waxed pussy. Cindy moaned helpless, grinding her hips urfa escort into Jackie’s face.

“Bring out the toys!” commanded Jackie, coming up for air.

One of the older sisters brought out a box containing a sex-toy collection and placed it on the bed beside Cindy’s writhing hips.

Jenny grabbed a large stained glass dildo. She and Samantha took turns lubricating it with saliva before sliding it between Cindy’s dark pussy lips. Sitting astride Cindy’s face to watch the action, I pressed my pussy against her mouth, stifling her moans of pleasure. I watched as Jackie began to fuck Cindy harder and harder with the glass dildo and Samantha and Jenny explored the box of tricks. They drew from the box a black vibrator and placed it against Cindy’s clit while I squeezed Cindy’s tiny nipples between the thumb and forefinger of either hand.

The older sisters positioned themselves to watch, shouting encouragement and instructions, squealing with delight at Cindy’s reactions.

Soon the lube was out and Cindy’s tiny asshole was being invaded by fingers and vibrators of all shapes and sizes. She bucked and rocked beneath me, biting my clit when a new pleasurable sensation was introduced to her tight little asshole.

“Make her cum!” chanted the other girls.

I remembered what worked for me and pushed my two middle fingers into her and curled them upwards against her g-spot while pressing my palms against her clitoris, faster and faster; I patted the spongy tissue inside her until I could hear damp slapping sounds coming from inside her. She drew herself up against the scarves around her wrists; her mouth formed an O of surprise and pleasure as my hand blurred with the speed with which I was finger fucking her. I felt her body tense and let go, tiny droplets of water sprayed from between my fingers and spattered urfa escort bayan onto the girls sprawled around us on the bed.

“Oh my god!” cried Cindy. “That was incredible!”

“You’re next!” said Jackie untying Cindy and wrapping the scarves around my wrists. I let myself be bound and held by the girls as they ran their fingers over my body and into my mouth and pussy. They probed and prodded me with every toy in the box and finally the giant stainless steel butt-plug was lube up and slowly pushed into my asshole. I felt my asshole swallow the bulb while the girls watched on, delighted at how much my asshole could take. It was Samantha who took dominant position and fucked my pussy with a big strap-on cock Jackie and I had bought. She thrust deep and hard into me and I watched her incredibly large and firm breasts ripple ever so delight with ever stroke. Looking up at them from my point of view, they looked round and perfect.

I so badly wanted to reach out and touch them, squeeze one large orb with both hands and bite her nipple, but I was helpless but to lie back and take the good fucking I was getting. Meanwhile, the other girls, Jenny, Cindy and Jackie were so turned on by watching Samantha fuck me that they had each selected their own toy and were alternately fucking themselves and eachother with the dildos and vibrators from my collection. Jenny, the little blonde Goth was having her clit rubbed by Cindy while Jackie used a long curved vibrator to stimulate her g-spot. They kneeled around me in a semi-circle on the bed while Samantha fucked me and Jenny’s nimble little frame writhing in ecstasy was working me closer and closer to orgasm.

Suddenly, Jenny’s hips shook violently and she thrust her little pink pussy towards my face as her contractions forced the vibrator from her. A stream of clear liquid escort urfa shot from her and hit me in my face. The salty liquid ran into my mouth, up my nose, over my closed eyed and dripped over my breasts. I was completely soaked.

“Holy fuck!” yelled Jackie. “This girl is like a firehose!”

Several contractions forced the last little bit of her ejaculation from her. I felt so dirty and used having been come on all over like that. I loved it!

“Yes!” I cried. “Cum on me! I want your cum! All of you!”

Jackie straddled my face, while Samantha continued to fuck me in deep long strokes. She licked her two middle fingers and I watched her slide them into herself right next to my face. With her other hand, she flicked her fingers rapidly back and forth over her clit-ring. She had become at squirting by now and within seconds, she shot another stream of girl-cum into my mouth. I gargled it before swallowing the delicious liquid.

Cindy clearly had not had enough. She stood on the bed over me, put one foot on Jackie’s shoulder and thrust her clit into Jackie’s mouth. From my perspective, I could see Jackie’s tongue massaging Cindy’s clit and Cindy’s asshole clench and release in response to the exquisite sensation.

Jackie’s expert fingers worked at Cindy’s snatch and within moments another drizzle of ejaculate covered my face. Samantha withdrew from my pussy and I felt my hips involuntarily lifting to follow her, seeking to be filled once again. But it seemed she too was in desperate need to scratch her itch. She removed the strap-on and handled it to Jenny.

“Fuck me with this baby. I want to come on Emily.”

Samantha took a position on all fours over me in a 69 configuration, smothering me with her sweet scented pussy while Jenny slowly reamed her with the long black strap-on. The thrust her hips back and forth into the rubber cock and forced her pussy harder down onto my tongue. When her cum came, I almost choked on it. It shot deep down into the back of my throat and trickled down the sides of my face.

“Congratulations, girls!” said Jackie. “You are all now official sisters of the Kappa Omega Kappa sorority.”

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I live happily in Queensland, Australia with my little puppy dog. My partner lives in New Zealand and will be coming to live with me in the near future. I recently disclosed my bi-sexual tendencies to him and he encouraged me to explore them, so I created a profile and advertised on the Internet for a female lover. A few days later I received a lovely email from a woman… It’s been fun ever since.

* * * * *

I was lying by the pool thinking how great it is having time off this time of year. Xmas in Queensland is always so hot and steamy, but that sort of weather has always suited me.

I’d decided by mid morning that I would go to the beach today just to do something different, but first I would have a quick dip in the pool. I slipped off my sari and slowly slid into the cool water, just feeling the water run over my breasts made my nipples go hard, and as I slid deeper into the water slightly opening my legs to let the cool water in between my hot pussy lips really turned me on.

Relaxing in the pool, I realized how long it had been since I had last made love. God this feels wonderful I thought to myself as I ran my hand down over my erect nipples and giving them a pinch, then down along my stomach to my hot wet pussy, opening my pussy lips to allow my fingers to play with my clit, just the feeling of the cool water rushing past my clit was enough to send delicious shivers up my spine. I was lost in a world of my own, hanging onto the edge of the pool as I slid two fingers into my pussy and rubbing my clit with my thumb. Somewhere, off in the distance, I heard my name being called, “Maggie, Maggie” I looked up and there was my friend Mary standing at the gate.

Slightly embarrassed and annoyed at being interrupted, as I was so close to Cumming, I looked up at her and, sheepishly grinning, I said “Sprung I suppose yozgat escort huh?” Mary just laughed at me and said “Don’t worry I was enjoying the show”. “I am so damn horny it has been ages since I’ve had a good root” I said, Mary looked at me and asked, “Have you ever been with another woman?” ” Well now that you’ve asked, yes, twice before and I must admit I do love the taste of another woman”. As she approached the pool she slowly stripped off her tight little halter top and I noticed she was wearing the shortest shorts I have ever seen, shit she had a way of looking so bloody sexy.

Mary had short curly hair with a reddish tinge which just glowed in the sun, the deepest blue eyes and a sexy grin, once her halter top was removed she displayed the most beautiful pair of full breasts I have ever seen, with large erect nipples. I just leaned back in the pool eagerly waiting for the shorts to be removed, but Mary took her time in removing them, we just had eye contact and nobody said a word as, ever so slowly, she undid the top button and slowly pulled down the zipper, revealing her clean shaven pussy with a small mound of hair at the top of her pussy slit.

I stayed by the pool edge as Mary slid into the water; we still had not said another word to each other, knowing the eye contact we had, said it all. As she approached me I could feel my nipples getting harder and the butterflies in my stomach seemed to travel down to my pussy, at that moment I was sure I understood what a man goes through as I would swear my clit was throbbing through sheer anticipation and excitement.

Still without saying a word Mary very slowly brushed her lips against mine, I parted my eager lips wanting more, we kissed again and I flicked my tongue into her mouth as we locked into an embrace of sheer pleasure. Mary lowered yozgat escort bayan her head down to my very hard and erect nipples, sucking and flicking with her tongue and somehow without me even being aware of it, her hand had gone down to my pussy with which she started to rub my very swollen clit. I hung onto her for dear life, as I was so lost in the pleasure I was receiving, I could feel my legs giving way. I pushed my breast harder up against her mouth and said “Suck them harder” and as she did so, I could feel my whole world spinning “Oh Fuck, I am Cumming” I almost screamed in her ear, Mary rubbed my clit harder and rammed two fingers into my now burning pussy as hard as she could. All I could do was hang on to her, as my body was wracked with sheer pleasure, not wanting it to stop.

Mary lifted her head and gently kissed me, boy you really needed that she said, all I could do was grin and mutter uh huh. Now it was Mary’s turn and I knew we had to get out of the pool, as I wanted to taste her sweet juices, “Come with me” I said. I took her by the hand and we waded to the steps of the pool and made our way out. She looked so sexy and seductive standing there totally naked with the water dripping off her body and the sun seemed to be setting her hair on fire.

As we entered my cool house, all I could think about was burying my head and tongue deep between her thighs. We lay on the bed and I placed a pillow under her hips, as I wanted my tongue to be able to reach into all of her sweet hidden places. I straddled her body and gently placed soft kisses on her lips and face, slowly working my way down to her neck, kissing and licking as I took my time savouring her sweet scent. I played with her breasts, lifting and gently squeezing them, running my thumbs over her hard nipples, and then escort yozgat I took one into my mouth and flicked my tongue over and around it. Mary let a moan escape so I knew not to stop. I took it in turn with each breast, sucking a little harder till I could feel her starting to move her hips, knowing she was wanting more and more.

Still taking my time I kissed and licked my way down her stomach, spending a little time on her belly button, licking and then blowing. I could feel how wet I was and it still amazed me how turned on I get, by the sight of a very aroused naked woman. By the time I had slid down to the bottom of the bed, Mary already had parted her legs. I could smell and see her sweet love juices, my tongue starting to lick them up from inside her thighs as I parted her pussy lips to discover her hard erect clit. I ran my tongue just over and around it, down to the opening of her pussy and thrusting my tongue inside as deep as it would go, in and out, in and out, while my thumb rubbed Mary’s hard little bud not wanting to miss a drop.

I was so turned on again by now, I could feel my own juices running down the inside of my legs and just the very thought of Mary’s tongue nearly sent me over the edge again. I moved my body around and Mary caught onto the idea real quick, I threw my leg over her and placed my now very wet and screaming pussy over her mouth. At this stage all I knew was I wanted to cum again and, as I could feel Mary getting close to Cumming also, I sucked harder on her clit. Mary followed my lead as she took my clit in her mouth and worked her magic tongue on me, both riding each other’s face very hard now. I could feel my orgasm coming to a head and as I feverishly sucked on her clit and fucked her pussy with my fingers. I released a deep throaty moan that was almost like a growl as my orgasm hit me hard, Mary’s hips was thrusting up to my mouth wanting more and more till her body shook with the sheer pleasure of her orgasm.

We laid still for what seemed like ages, side by said and just held each other, she softly kissed me and said “I came around to see if you wanted to go to the beach with me today”

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Damn, but the fall semester had flown by, Sami thought as she walked to her class in the first weeks of the spring semester.

That fall semester had started with a few surprises for Sami-girl. Well, of course, there was the finally-got-into-her-panties thing with Bonnie-baby; but that wasn’t the biggest surprise, believe it or not.

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First of all, Toni’s girlfriend from back home, enrolled as a freshman; she and Toni finagled a way to room together. That was very cool actually, thought Sami, but the downside was that she and T would not be doing each other as much; not as much, but they still remained roommates on road trips, and their friendship still remained strong. For them, that was more important than the sex, but they still had the sex when traveling with the team, make no mistake.

And then, the mystery of Billie; Billie had not returned to school that fall, and when Sami tried to reach her on her cell phone, and then, later, at her home phone, Sami found both numbers disconnected. That caused Sami concern and she was at a dead end to pursue it further, but still, she remained concerned.

She and Melissa had run together for only two weeks, but, because of her student teaching responsibilities, Melissa had to cut back to only weekend running with Sami.

Bonnie, dear sweet, sit-on-my-face, Bonnie; she’d definitely become a pussy-lover, more so than Sami thought herself to be. Bonnie’s night of discovery at the end of the summer semester had unleashed a side of Bonnie that she didn’t realize was inside of her.

Simply said, Bonnie was ready to get naked and fuck Sami at the drop of a hat, or the drop of a bra. Those first two weeks after that night? Bonnie amused herself on a nightly basis by kneeling between Sami’s legs and devouring Sami’s pussy. The girl couldn’t get enough of Sami-girl’s pussy.

But, Sami wasn’t complaining, mind you.

Sami was doing well with both school and athletics, and all in all, she had little to complain about, Sami thought, as she reached her building for her class, nothing at all.

No, the biggest surprise for Sami during that fall semester had been the affair she started with a married woman.

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When Melissa had to quit running on a daily basis, Sami changed her running time so that she would begin running an hour earlier, hitting the running paths around six or so.

She had noticed a woman running daily, at the same time and they usually ran ‘near’ each other, both keeping a similar pace; on the third morning, the woman slowed down, near the end of the run, to let Sami catch her. And when Sami pulled alongside, the woman picked up her pace to stay along side of Sami.

They ran for about another mile, pacing each other, but not saying anything, keeping their wind for the running. At the end of that run, as they walked around, cooling off, the woman introduced herself to Sami.

Jena was a graduate assistant at the University, both she and her husband, Jeff; they both taught freshman courses at school, she, in Microbiology and he, in Applied Physics.

Brief bios of each followed as they grabbed a cup of coffee, at the kiosk, on the square. Since they both liked to run in the cooler air of the early morning hours, they agreed to run together, safety in numbers and all that.

Jena was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, a few inches shorter than Sami and toned, with a slender, runner’s body; not skinny or emaciated, just ‘toned’. She and Sami ran well together, both of them pushing each other; though the competition was a non-verbal one, it was there, nevertheless.

Twice a week, Sami didn’t have classes until 10, and on those same days, Jena’s teaching load was afternoon labs. The rest of the week, Jena taught in the morning and attended classes of her own, in the afternoon.

Jena yalova escort bayan and Jeff rented an apartment near the college, and twice a week, Sami would have coffee with Jena, at her apartment. Over the course of a month or so, they had become closer, almost at the stage of being ‘friends’. And one morning, when Sami rose to leave, to return to her dorm, Jena hugged Sami in goodbye, and kissed her on the lips; a little peck, no tongue, but with a hint of something more, ya’ know?

“Now, that was a good run,” Jena said to Sami between gulps from her water bottle, and trying to get a lungful of air.

“Yeah, it was, but it damned near sucked all of the oxygen from my lungs trying to breathe in this fog,” Sami replied, between gasps for air.

The high humidity of New Orleans makes running a bit of a challenge to begin with; add a warm, foggy morning to the mix and well, it’s a bitch.

“Coming over for coffee?” Jena asked as she walked in circles to cool down; both of them soaked through and through from the run, from the moist air that soaked their tees.

“Sure, you buying?” Sami joked, and turning, she walked along with Jena for the short, two block trek.

“Somebody’s awake,” Jena said with a chuckle, and using her finger, she pushed against Sami’s nipple which was hard and poking against the soaked tee shirt.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” Sami said with a smile, “doesn’t take much for those bad boys to wake up; you should see when I walk into a cold, air conditioned room.”

“Hmmm, I must remember that when air conditioner season comes around again,” Jena teased.

Sami laughed along with her.

“So here’s the thing, Sami, I’m curious about you, really curious,” Jena said as she poured the coffee into their cups. They were sitting at the table, in Jena’s kitchen.

“Curious about what?” Sami asked, a bit curious herself, now.

“Well, we’ve been running together for almost two months now, and we’ve been having coffee twice a week for a month and I still don’t know a hell of a lot about you, girl,” Jena offered, “I mean there’s no talk of boyfriends or dating or much of anything about you; why is that?”

“I’ve really never been one to talk about myself very much, and I tend to keep my private business, private,” Sami replied, adding, “no offense, Jena.”

“Oh no, I respect that, I really do, since I’m pretty much the same way.”

There was a bit of awkward silence before Jena spoke again.

“So, Sami, is there?”

“Is there what?”

“A boyfriend, a husband, a stalker, I don’t know, something, girl, ya’ gotta give me something,” Jena laughingly begged.

“Okay, I’ll give you something,” Sami said, “there’s none of the aforementioned; there, satisfied?”

More awkward silence.

“I can’t believe a doll-baby like you doesn’t have a dozen guys sniffing at her twat like a pack of puppies,” Jena said with a shake of her head.

“I get asked out, a lot, but that’s not my focus Jena, not at all,” Sami replied but not giving anything up. Looking at her watch, Sami stood to leave so that she could clean up before class.

“See you tomorrow morning, as usual?” Jena asked as she walked Sami to the door with an arm around Sami’s waist, not sexually, but friendly, buddy-like.

“Unless it’s pouring, I’ll be there,” Sami confirmed.

Reaching on tip-toes, Jena gave Sami a little peck on her cheek, European style, following that with a quick buss to the lips. It had become a ritual for the past month or so and Sami didn’t mind, in fact.

“Sami? I’ll share something with you about me, if you’d like,” Jena said when she opened the door for Sami, standing aside, a bit behind it with her hand on the door’s edge.

Sami stopped and turned around to face Jena who was a bit behind the door, saying, “Sure, if you’d like.”

“I’m yalova escort bisexual,” and with that hanging in the air, Jena closed her door.

“Huh,” Sami said to herself, but aloud, “that’s putting it out there.”

Turning and jogging down the porch steps, Sami jogged back to campus.

They ran again the next morning; nothing being said by either about Jena’s parting remark to Sami, yesterday. And the day after that, all was seemingly normal throughout their run.

Cooling down, Jena said they’d have to skip coffee this morning because she had to take Jeff to the airport; he was flying to DC for an interview with the head of Georgetown University’s PhD candidate program.

Jeff must be a real wunderkind, Sami thought, because Jena mentioned that Georgetown had come to him, not vice-versa.

“You working tonight? Asked Jena as they both walked in their tight, cooling- down circles.

“Nope, I don’t usually work on Tuesdays,” Sami responded.

“Got any plans?” Jena queried.

“No, not any that I’ve made,” joked Sami.

“Wanna’ grab a Po-Boy at Mother’s and hang out back at my place, afterwards?”

Sami slowly nodded her head as if she were evaluating something, then asked, “Are you okay riding ‘bitch’ on the back of my scooter?”

“Ooooh, are we going to role-play the ‘biker bitch’ thing tonight,” Jena joked, laughing as she said it, “Pick me up at six; I’d love to ride ‘bitch’ on your scooter,” she added and giving Sami a quick peck on the lips, Jena walked towards her apartment.

The Po-Boys were to die for; but, at Mother’s, that was the norm.

Jumping back on the Honda to return to Jena’s, Sami said, as a reminder, “Hold on,” and popping the clutch, she jack-rabbited into traffic.

Jena had her hands on Sami’s hips, holding on, when she suddenly slipped them under Sami’s tee shirt just as they were passing a taxi. Cupping Sami’s breasts with both hands, she said, loudly, so that Sami could hear her above the scooter’s engine whine, “These make much better safety handles,” laughing afterwards.

“Knock yourself out, just don’t fall off,” Sami laughingly replied, but kinda’ liking the brazen, ‘don’t-give-a-crap’, attitude of Jena.

“Damn, riding on that scooter is fun,” Jean proclaimed when they entered her apartment, both taking off their helmets and shaking their hair into place, afterwards.

“Wine? A little Diana Krall on the speakers?” Jena asked with her eyebrows arched in a questioning manner.

“Yes to both questions,” Sami replied, sitting on the couch afterwards.

Jena played with a remote and soon Krall’s sultry voice was in the air, and Jena joined Sami on the couch with two glasses of a nice Chardonnay. They air-toasted each other, and took healthy sips from their glasses.

They passed the time pleasantly, talking of academia and all, discussing the woes of the world but offering no solutions; and then they opened a second bottle, both thinking it a grand idea, and both just a wee-bit tipsy.

They were facing each other on the couch, each with an arm resting on the couch-back. Jena will tell you that Sami started it, but Sami would argue that, vehemently.

In truth, it was Jena who casually placed her hand on Sami’s arm, absent-mindedly stroking her fingers across Sami’s bare arm. They grew silent, the only sounds coming from the sound system, and just as casually, Sami returned the finger-strokes to Jena’s arm.

Neither said a word while they stroked each other, but they did look at each other, both of their eyes searching the other’s face, when Jena asked Sami a question.

“May I kiss you? I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

“I’d really like for you to do that,” Sami said invitingly.

With that said, Jena moved to her knees on the couch and scooted closer to Sami; taking Sami’s face escort yalova in her hands, she kissed Sami’s full lips with tenderness, her lips wet and warm over Sami’s. Opening her mouth in invitation, Sami returned Jena’s kisses, both of them getting hotter and hornier as they kissed each other.

Sami slid her hands under Jena’s tee, her hands confirming what Sami had suspected; Jena’s breasts were smaller than Sami’s and their smallness in Sami’s hands made her incredibly lustful.

Lifting Jena’s shirt, Sami put her mouth to Jena’s small, girl-like tits, sucking them entirely into her mouth, in turn, fueling her carnal desires even more. Jena rubbed her hands through Sami’s hair, cooing and moaning her contentment, pushing hard against Sami’s mouth with her breasts, as if trying to gag Sami with them.

“Come to bed with me?” Jena questioned when Sami took a break from sucking titties.

“Try to stop me,” Sami answered.

Jena had the smallest breasts of any female that Sami had been with, and as much as Sami loved larger breasts, she couldn’t keep her mouth or hands from Jena’s. Lying on top of Jena in her marriage bed, both naked as newborns, Sami was biting on Jena’s rather large nipples, sucking them as if a small cock.

Moving down Jena’s body with kisses and licks, Sami soon had her face buried in Jena’s shaved pussy and Jena’s legs around her shoulders; but her hands, her hands stayed on Jena’s tits, caressing and squeezing them with passion and lust.

“Just like that, baby, oh yeah, just….like…..oh Damn! Damn…don’t stop, not now, don’t stop,” Jena cried aloud, her breathing coming in short gasps.

Her orgasm lasted for an hour, it seemed to Jena, taking a wonderfully, long time to finally depart her body. She wasted no time in crawling between Sami’s long legs and she gave Sami the ride of her life, bringing Sami-girl to three mind-blowing orgasms in a relatively short time.

Lying together afterwards, neither spoke but both stroked.

Softly and sensually, they stroked their fingers across the other’s body, touching breasts, nipples, ass-cheeks, ass-cracks; it didn’t matter, they wanted to know the other’s body completely.

Jena finally broke the silence, as she fed her fingers to Sami to suck, her fingers having just come from her own pussy.

“You certainly know how to treat your ‘bitch’, Sami, you surely do; I’ve been with some awfully good lovers, baby, but nobody can hold a candle to you, girl.”

Taking Jena’s fingers from her mouth, Sami joked, “We aim to please, ma’am, we surely do.”

“I wouldn’t mind it at all if we got together like this when the opportunity presents itself; interested?” Jena asked.

“I could be persuaded,” Sami answered, truthfully, then adding, “What about your husband? He okay with that?”

“He doesn’t know that I like to play with girls; hasn’t a clue,” Jena answered truthfully, “You okay with that?”

Strangely, she thought, Sami was okay with that.

“I’m not married to him, you are, so yeah, I’m okay with that,” Sami replied.

“One more for the road?” Jena asked as she knelt over Sami’s head, lowering her pussy to Sami’s mouth.

“Works for me,” Sami answered, reaching for Jena’s naked pussy with her tongue.

Driving back to campus from Jena’s apartment, the cool night air did little to cool Sami’s pussy.

Opening the door to their room, Sami quietly got her shower stuff together and exited silently so’s not to wake a sleeping Bonnie.

Returning, after her shower to their room, Sami stood over Bonnie’s bed looking down on her; Bonnie had gotten into a habit of sleeping in just her panties, with no top, and as Sami gazed at Bonnie, the blanket was around her waist, exposing her full C-cup breasts.

What’s a girl to do, right?

Sami slipped into bed and under the blanket with Bonnie, after having taken off her own panties; Bonnie stirred in bed, but didn’t wake up.

What awakened Bonnie were Sami’s lips on her exposed nipples as Sami slipped two fingers into Bonnie’s pussy, having pushed Bonnie’s panties aside.

Yes, indeed, that did awaken Bonnie Sue that night, much to their mutual satisfaction.

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“I can’t believe she’s even old enough to have a boyfriend.” I leaned in to whisper my words to Gretchen as we cuddled together on the couch. Gretchen’s head was tucked under my chin as we shared both a spoon and a pint of Haagan-Daas—just like old times.

“Time didn’t stop when you left, you know.” Janie tossed the length of her honey-colored hair over her shoulder and gave me a long look before turning her attention back to both the movie and her boyfriend.

“Ouch,” I winced, blinking back tears when Henry gave me a sad, sympathetic look from where he was stretched out on the floor near his sister. Of course I hadn’t meant for Janie to overhear me, but it seemed as if the girl had superhuman powers when it came to listening, especially to anything I said.

“Teenage hormones,” Gretchen whispered, spooning a big bite of cool chocolatey goodness into my mouth. “She can’t help it.”

“Shut up, Gretchen.”

“Come over here and make me,” Gretchen retorted, matching Janie’s snotty tone.

“Hey, come on, it’s a good part.” Janie’s boyfriend glanced at us, frowning. Brian was a good-looking kid, no doubt about it, tall and tanned and dark-haired. He reminded me of Doc in a lot of ways, especially the sharp, mischievous look in his eyes. He didn’t miss much, that one, and I’d felt his eyes on me more than once during the course of the evening.

“Then pay attention to the movie instead of feeling up my sister,” Henry snapped, nudging Janie from behind with his foot. She stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder and snuggled closer to Brian. Something was going on under the blanket the two lovebirds were covered with, I was sure, but in the absence of the girl’s parents—Mr. and Mrs. B. had gone to bed early—I had been pointedly ignoring it.

“You still want me to make some popcorn?” Brian nuzzled Janie’s neck, leaving feather light kisses there and over her chest. She was wearing a halter top that left the tops of her breasts exposed above the blanket.

“Please?” Janie smiled up at him, and I felt a tightness in her chest. It was the same look Janie used to give me as a little girl when she wanted something, the sweet puppy-dog eyes and slight pout. Except she wasn’t such a little girl anymore, was she?

Brian leaned in to kiss her and I swallowed hard as I saw their tongues touch, Janie’s body arching into his, her arms twining around his neck. The boy had to be hard as a rock, laying so close to Janie like that under the blankets—and who knew what was going on underneath them? The thought made me flush, and it wasn’t from embarrassment, even if I tried to convince myself it was.

“Anything for you, baby,” Brian murmured into Janie’s hair.

“Not the microwave kind!” Janie insisted, wrinkling her nose at him as Brian got up. I couldn’t help but see the bulge in his shorts, even though they were denim and enveloped him in quite nicely. “Real popcorn. With real butter.”

“I can make it, if you want to stay and watch the movie,” I offered to Brian from the couch.

“No, thank you.” Janie’s head snapped toward me and her eyes narrowed. “I don’t want your popcorn.”

“Real popcorn with real butter, coming up.” Brian turned and headed toward the kitchen while Janie snuggled back under the covers, curling her arm around so she could rest her head on it.

“Here.” Gretchen plied me with more ice cream and I attempted a smile as I took the creamy bite. “It’s almost gone. We’re such pigs.”

“Oink,” I agreed, watching as Henry lifted the edge of Janie’s blanket and slid underneath it.

“What are you doing?” Janie sighed as Henry slipped an arm around her waist.

“I’m cold.” Henry settled in behind her and Janie sighed again, but accepted him spooning her, snuggling her back against his chest and twining her fingers with his.

“You’ll have to move when Brian comes back.”

“I know.” Henry shrugged, glancing toward the doorway where Brian had disappeared. I could hear the whir of the air popper. “You smell like coconut.”

“My shampoo, I think,” Janie murmured, her eyes on the screen where Tom Cruise was playing, of all things, a Nazi.

“It’s nice,” Henry breathed, dipping his face a little closer to Janie’s head.

“Last bite,” Gretchen said, scraping the spoon across the bottom of the ice cream carton. “Want it?”

I shook my head, frowning as I watched my former charges snuggling together on the living room floor. I had noted and tolerated Brian’s advances—Janie was old enough, and he was her boyfriend, after all. But this? Henry and Janie were brother and sister, but they were lying together like… like… I glanced at Gretchen, who appeared unaffected by their closeness. Obviously this happened all the time. But for siblings, it seemed like they were too familiar, too…intimate. Much more than I was comfortable with.

“Quit being so mean to Ronnie.” Henry’s whispered words weren’t meant for my ears, and I knew it, but I heard him anyway. Janie didn’t answer him, her eyes on the television tunceli escort screen, but I saw the way her jaw tightened. “She loves you, ya know?”

“Funny way she has of showing it,” Janie breathed, tossing the blanket aside as she stood.

“She’s so impossible.” Henry sighed as his sister stalked out of the room, joining her boyfriend in the kitchen.

“She hates me.” I was surprised at how steady my voice was.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Gretchen countered, leaning over to put the ice cream container on the coffee table. “She’s just mad. She’ll get over it.”

“Does anyone else want popcorn?” Brian poked his head through the doorway to inquire and I smiled at him.

“No, thanks.”

“I do!” Gretchen waved her spoon at him. “Me! Me!”

“You’re going to get fat.” I laughed, pinching at Gretchen’s nonexistent stomach.

“Gretchen can out-eat me and Brian put together,” Henry scoffed, shaking his head. He stood and announced, “I’m gonna get a Coke,” before heading toward the kitchen.

“I don’t know where you put it.” I watched Gretchen as she stretched, cat-like, her top pulling up out of her shorts to reveal a tanned expanse of belly.

“I have a hollow leg.” Gretchen smiled as she slid back against the couch cushions, the blanket pulling down to reveal the length of her tanned legs.

I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember that.”

“What do you remember?” Gretchen cocked her knee and traced a line with her finger down her inner thigh toward the hem of her shorts.

“Quit,” I hissed, glancing toward the kitchen. Gretchen wrinkled her nose at the warning and ignored it, using her finger to slide her shorts aside a little, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy lips were shaved smooth, and I glimpsed the familiar pink. “You’re bad.”

“I know.” Gretchen moved back under the blanket, her hand sliding up my bare thigh, her words whispered close to my ear. “You make me wanna be really, really bad.”

I groaned softly when Gretchen’s fingers pressed the seam of my jean shorts, rubbing there.

“Popcorn!” Brian announced, coming back into the room with two full bowls, followed by both Janie and Henry. Gretchen eagerly reached out to take one and settled happily next to me, already munching.

Brian flopped on the floor beside Janie, who sat on the floor stirring popcorn around in the buttery bowl.

“Did we miss anything good?” Janie asked, licking butter off her fingers.

“It’s a Tom Cruise movie,” I snorted. “There couldn’t have been anything good to miss.”

Janie turned to look at me, making a face. “Don’t be mean to my Tommy.”

“Who are you now, Rosie O’Donnell?” Henry scoffed.

“Do I look like Rosie O’Donnell?” Janie glanced over her shoulder at him, her blonde hair a cascade down her bare back. She was still wearing the bikini she’d swam in earlier in the day and Henry’s eyes swept over her, darkening.

“No, sweetie, far from it.” I frowned when I saw Henry’s very unbrotherly look. “Besides, I think Tom Cruise is too old for you.”

“Ha. He married Katie Holmes, didn’t he?” Janie tossed a kernel of popcorn into the air and caught it quite delicately on the pink tip of her outstretched tongue.

“She was a child bride,” Henry grumbled, popping the top on his can of Coke and taking a long, loud sip.

“Well, I’m not a child,” Janie countered, but she was looking not at her brother, but at me.

“I know,” I murmured, but Janie had turned her attention back to the popcorn, the movie, and her boyfriend.

Brian hushed us with, “I can’t hear the movie!” and I refrained from further comment about Tom Cruise’s acting ability when Gretchen’s fingers slipped under the edge of my cutoffs.

Being under the blanket made me feel entirely too warm, but I didn’t dare throw it off, and Gretchen’s teasing made me even hotter. I thought the end of a movie, Tom Cruise or otherwise, had never come soon enough.

* * * *

“Want to go up to my room?” Gretchen whispered as she slipped under the covers and spooned me from behind. I murmured something indefinitive in my sleep, snuggling back against her nakedness in spite of myself. The house was quiet and dark, and I didn’t know how long I’d been sleeping on the pull-out sofa in the living room. Henry had fallen asleep before the movie’s end, and when Janie and Brian decided to go out after it was over, Gretchen had woken him and sent him off to bed.

When it was just the two of us, Gretchen helped me pull out the couch bed, and we’d said goodnight. But when she bent her head to my ear to whisper, “I’ll come down later,” as Janie and Brian got ready to go—I didn’t say no. I already knew what was going to happen. Whatever resistance I’d managed to hold onto had disappeared.

“What time is it?” I murmured, blinking in the darkness. Gretchen slid her hand up under my t-shirt, stroking the soft skin of my stomach.

“A little after two.” Her lips found the sensitive tunceli escort bayan spot behind my ear, the one she knew made me melt, and I did just that as her tongue made fat lazy circles there.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, tilting my head anyway, to give her better access. “Did Janie and Brian come back yet?”

“I don’t know.” Her hand moved up to cup my breast, and I gasped when she thumbed my nipple. “And I don’t care. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been thinking about you all night.”

“They don’t let him stay overnight here, do they?” I asked, turning in Gretchen’s arms, trying to distract her.

“No.” She sighed, recognizing my tactic, but she grabbed my hip and pulled me toward her, twining her long legs with mine. “Not that Janie hasn’t asked, but the Baumgartners wouldn’t let him. His parents are staying at the Marriott.”

“He seems like a nice kid.” I tried to ignore the way her hand moved over my hip, stroking lightly, her finger edging at the elastic of my panties.

“He is.”

I closed my eyes as she began to feather kisses over my cheeks, pressing my lips briefly with her soft ones before kissing a trail down my throat. I couldn’t concentrate, although I kept trying.

“Gretchen, can I ask you something?”

“Mmm?” She didn’t really answer me as she licked the length of my collarbone, making me shiver.

“Do you think…have you ever wondered if something’s going on between Janie and Henry? Something that…shouldn’t be going on?” I voiced my concern hesitantly and waited.

“What kind of…” Gretchen’s head came up and she frowned at me in the darkness and then laughed. “No! Of course not.”

I swallowed and shrugged. “They seem…awfully close.”

“They are close,” Gretchen agreed, tugging at my shirt, leaving it pushed up that way just under my breasts as she shifted and began kissing my ribcage. “But, Ronnie, come on, they’re brother and sister!”

“I know that, but…” I sighed softly as she made a fast circle around my navel with her tongue. “You know… Mr. and Mrs. B are so free… sexually, I mean… ohhh!” Her fingers had found my nipples beneath my shirt, rubbing back and forth over the material the way she knew I loved. I couldn’t believe she’d remembered. “I just wondered if maybe…”

Gretchen squeezed both my nipples in her fingers. “I’ve never seen or heard anything.”

I gasped and bit my lip as she nibbled her way along the edge of my panties. “What about tonight, the way they were laying together on the floor?”

“They do that all the time.” Her fingers were rolling my nipples now, teasing, her breath hot on my mound as she settled herself between my thighs. “It’s just the way they are.”

“I guess…” I breathed, trying to remember my concern, trying to remember what or why I was even questioning things. “Maybe… oh Gretchen…”

Oh god, her mouth! My body remembered her mouth like it was yesterday, and she wasn’t playing anymore as she pressed her tongue against the wet crotch of my panties. “Oh god… oh… maybe… maybe…I’m just being a prude.”

“I know.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “We’re going to have to fix that.”

“You’re doing a pretty good job.”

“I can do better.”

“I know you can.”

The memories rushed in almost as quickly as my pussy flooded with juice as Gretchen nuzzled my panties aside and probed me with her quick, pink tongue. Everything was so familiar, the press of her hands spreading my thighs, the soft noises she made as she delved deeper into my flesh with her mouth.

We’d spent the better part of a year as roommates and lovers and even if I’d tried to block it out—and I admit now, I had tried—it all came back in a warm, wet deluge as we writhed together on the little pull-out couch-bed.

“Lick me, too,” she begged, shoving her panties down her hips and positioning herself above me. “Oh please, I want your tongue, I love your tongue on me.” Her mouth was already buried in my pussy again, my panties gone now and my legs spread shamelessly wide, my hips rocking up.

It was dark, but not dark enough that I couldn’t see the wet spread of her smooth, shaved lips, the glistening heat of her flesh drawing me in, warming my cheek as she rolled her hips around and around. I explored her with my fingers first, rubbing the thick hood of flesh covering her clit, making her moan against my pussy.

Oh god, she was so good. She knew just what to do with her mouth, and I gasped when her fingers slid into my wetness, first one, then two, her tongue never leaving the sweet spot at the top of my cleft. Her scent was making me dizzy with lust, and I wondered if the soft spread of her thighs ended at the apex of heaven…or hell.

“Please, Ronnie,” she moaned, spreading wider, lowering her pussy toward my mouth. “Oh, god, I’ve missed you so much, baby, please, please…”

Her pleading voice, her body so soft but insistent on mine, were more than enough to convince escort tunceli me. Still, I was tentative, licking through the wet folds of her flesh first, getting used to her taste, then savoring it. Her tongue lashed against my clit again and again, sending me to dizzying heights, toward a place I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and didn’t care.

“Oh yesss!” She shuddered with the first touch of my tongue to the sweet button of her clit and I began to lick her, slowly at first, moving the nub of flesh back and forth, then faster as she began to rock and moan. I could feel her breasts pressed against my belly, her nipples hard, and I squeezed my own, sending shockwaves down to my aching clit.

“Gretchen,” I managed to whisper in the darkness, the flutter of her tongue about to send me over, and she knew the sound and feel of me about to come, she knew, because she quickly focused her efforts, her mouth covering my mound and sucking hard on my clit. “Ohhh fuck! Ohhhh!”

I remembered where we were and tried to be quiet, burying my face in the musky taste and smell of her pussy to muffle the sounds of my orgasm as I bucked underneath her. I shuddered with the sensation, my pussy throbbing, but she didn’t let up, her mouth fastened tight, sucking every last bit of my climax from me.

“Stop, stop,” I begged, pushing my hips up, trying to free myself, the feeling too much now. She turned quickly, not letting me transition from floating, distant pleasure to more immediate thoughts, straddling first my thigh, and then shifting so her pussy rubbed teasingly against my own still pulsing one.

“Remember this?” she whispered in the dark, and I broke, then, nodding, reaching for her. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I remembered… everything. The taste, the smell, the feel, the sound of her, and there was nothing that could keep me from her now.

“I missed you so much,” I confessed, pulling her close, kissing her deeply. She made a soft noise in her throat as our tongues touched, her hips moving in slow, distracting circles.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped when we broke for air and she sat up on me again, rocking. “I was so stupid… just young and stupid…”

Gretchen pressed her fingers to my lips. “Shh. You’re here now. It doesn’t matter.”

I didn’t quite think that was the truth, but I didn’t argue as she pulled my hands up to her breasts and rubbed her pussy against mine, back and forth, the wet, aching sound of our flesh filling the room. Her nipples were hard and I rolled and pulled at them, making her rock faster between my legs.

“Make me come,” she whispered, as if I were doing anything—she was doing all the work, riding faster, harder, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Oh please, oh baby, now, now, now…”

I squeezed her nipples hard and she arched, quivering as her climax began, her pussy trapping the heat of it between us, her body bucking, giving it to me, as if she could force her orgasm into or through me somehow. I held her as she came, when she collapsed onto me, breathless and still trembling, her body covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Oh my god,” she murmured, cuddling into me, pulling the covers up over us both. “I forgot…” She kissed my cheek, my chin. “So good…”

“Mmm,” I agreed, closing my eyes and trying not to feel the wave of guilt that washed over me suddenly, trying not think about TJ, trying to remember that he’d given me permission to be doing this, reconnecting in just this way with an old friend…and lover.

“I don’t want to lose you again.” Gretchen’s voice was small and my eyes opened at the sound. I didn’t know what to say to her. I had no idea where any of this was going…and maybe I didn’t want to know. But I was filled with regret for hurting her so long ago, and wanted, somehow, to make it up to her.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hugging her shoulder, pulling her close so I could kiss the top of her head. “I’m just so sorry.”

The silence stretched and I stroked her hair, wondering what she was thinking. I didn’t know how she couldn’t hate me for finding some guy and taking off on her like she’d been some bad dream I didn’t want to remember. I hated myself for it, I realized, glad for the darkness covering the red heat of my cheeks.

“I’m going back to school starting in January,” she declared, sounding proud.

“You are?” I smiled. “What for?”

“Photography.”

I nodded, smiling now, too, remember the amazing pictures she took. The Baumgartners’ Christmas card was always one of Gretchen’s photos.

“Wow. Good for you, Gretchen.”

She shrugged. “Can’t be a nanny forever.”

“I guess not,” I agreed.

“I’ll be in California for two years,” she confessed, snuggling closer. “But I don’t want to lose touch again, like we did…”

I sighed, shaking my head. “It was my fault…”

“I don’t care,” she insisted, kissing the top of my breast and sliding a leg over mine. “I just don’t want to lose touch. Promise me.”

“I promise,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop.” She lifted her head to look at me. I saw the glint of her eyes and wondered if she had tears in them, like I did. “I love you, Ronnie. I always have.”

“Yeah,” I choked, kissing her and feeling one of her tears—or was it mine?—slip between our lips. “I always loved you, too.”

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Prologue:

The following is obviously a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives’ Club (LCWC) series, and as always, I highly recommend reading the prior chapter first as an introduction. And as mentioned before, this is my first fictional erotic story. Everyone depicted in it is purely fictitious, as well as the story line except for yours truly, which I took the liberty to use myself in an imaginary role based on my own experiences and fantasies.

And so you’ll know, there is not much sex in this latest chapter. It’s more of an introduction of things to come in following installments. So please bear with it. Thank you.

As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.

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After our foursome with John and Maureen, our personal sex life got a huge boost and improved exponentially. Something I didn’t think possible as good as I already felt it was. Jim couldn’t seem to get enough of me and we had sex nearly every day when he arrived home from work. It got to the point where I would be waiting for him naked. We also experimented doing things we never have in the past. He even fucked me vaginally from behind with a vibrating dildo embedded in my ass. Same as Maureen once did when she used a strap-on on me. And while he’s always shied away from anything to do with his anus, he let me insert a small vibrating dildo in it as I sucked his cock. Cummed like a fountain in my mouth. We even tried a BDSM with our lovemaking, but minus any sadomasochism as neither of us are into pain during sex.

Maureen couldn’t seem to get enough of me either. We did everything two women possibly could with one another. Maureen couldn’t seem to get enough of me either. We did everything two women possibly could with one another. One thing we found especially gratifying was masturbating as we faced each other. While masturbating is a very personal and something you normally do alone, it proved to be a very bonding experience with Maureen. As we unabashedly masturbated together for the first time, I can’t describe how surreal it was watching each other as we frantically fingered our fuck holes and clits. We both squirted on each other when we brought ourselves to one of the most explosive orgasms either one of us ever had from masturbating.

Between my husband in the evening and Maureen during the day, I probably had more sex in two weeks than I normally do in three months. Albeit some from self-gratification. But I wasn’t complaining. As insatiable as I have been from going through the change, I couldn’t have been happier.

After what became an almost daily mid-day “fuck” session where Maureen and I brought each other to at least a half dozen orgasms collectively, we made our way to the back patio to relax. While enjoying the sweet afterglow of some incredible sex, along with a chilled bottle of Lambrusco, she reminded me the next get-together of our local wives’ club was tomorrow. Something I forgot about with all that was happening.

“I’m glad you remembered Maureen.”

“I might not have either if Carol didn’t stop by for a visit yesterday.”

“That explains why I didn’t hear from you. And here I thought you needed a day of rest.”

“Listen to you. If I remember right, it was just the other day you said between Jim and I, we were wearing you out.”

“I was only being facetious Maureen. I’d never get tired of you. Truth be known, I can’t get enough of you, and you seem to be the same with me. Maybe the newness, or the unique satisfaction I get from Sapphic sex has something to do with it. Or else I’m trying to make up for lost time. Now I’m surprised Carol paid you a visit versus just calling or texting you.”

“Claimed she wanted to talk about some things relative to the discussion we had with her and Louise. Mainly to make sure we were still onboard with inviting the ‘Avon Lady’ to our next social. But after a while it became obvious why she wanted to talk in person as she tried to seduce me again. Did everything except come right out and ask.”

“I don’t know why you just don’t take her up on it. I know you’d like to unless there’s something about her that doesn’t appeal to you.”

“I like her very much, and you don’t need me to tell you what a lovely person she is. And how naturally charming she is. But…”

“But what?”

“I just wouldn’t feel right because of you.”

“When I said the same thing after telling you Louise wanted to get to know me better, you told me I shouldn’t be concerned with it. Just about told me I’d be crazy not to be intimate with her if it’s what she has in mind. So why should it be any different for you?”

“I suppose I was being hypocritical, but when you said you weren’t interested in getting to know Louise better other than personally, I sensed it was because of me. Not wanting you to pass up an opportunity to explore your newly found love for lesbian sex, I bit my tongue and lied. But that was then. Now I can honestly say I wouldn’t mind or sivas escort be hurt if you do. While I’d like to keep you all to myself, I’d be selfish if I did. Speaking of which, Carol did mention you were going to call Louise, but haven’t and asked if I knew why.”

“What did you tell her?”

“You were busy without elaborating and it probably slipped your mind. But why haven’t you called her?

“Every time I start, I come up with a reason not to. I guess I’m afraid of what might happen if the two of us get together. While I hate to admit it, you were right about how I would view other women differently after I explored my bi-sexuality. While I hate to admit it, I am attracted to her, and her with me it seems. Maybe more so in her case, but I’d still like to get to know her better at some point.”

“I thought so. With that being the case, maybe we should approach our little dilemma with Carol and Louise differently.”

“Differently…in what way?”

“We first need to be honest with each other. In spite of not wanting to admit it, if it wasn’t because of how we feel about each other we probably wouldn’t hesitate to have more than a casual relationship with them respectively.”

“You’re probably right, but more so you than me. You seem to forget you’re the one who introduced me to Sapphic sex and I couldn’t be happier.”

“If it wasn’t me, it would have been with someone else eventually as curious as you were about it.”

“Maybe so, but what are you suggesting?”

“When Louise sees you tomorrow, she’s going to ask why you haven’t called her. More importantly, why you two haven’t gotten together like you committed you would. And no doubt, Carol’s going to try her best to seduce me again. I’d be surprised if she doesn’t come right out and proposition me after the way she left yesterday pretty frustrated.”

“And?”

“And since we’re both attracted to them, we shouldn’t let our feelings for each other prevent us from getting intimate with them.”

After thinking about what she said…”As for Carol, it’s pretty obvious what her intentions are. With Louise, I could very well be misconstruing hers. She could just be wanting to get to know me better personally in spite of what I might think. If so, I’m not about to try to seduce her. I’m not sure I would even know how.”

“Give me a break Lacey. You could talk a dog off a meat truck.”

“Very funny Maureen, but it’s not even a good analogy.”

“In all seriousness, I can appreciate you being reluctant, but after seeing how smitten Louise was with you when the four of us met, you can plan on her taking the initiative when the time comes. The only thing you’re going to have to decide is if you want to go all the way with her so you need to give it some serious thought. And don’t dare use me as an excuse not to. What you or I do with Carol and Louise is not going to affect how we feel about each other. I doubt that will ever change. Plus it’s only natural for you to be curious what Sapphic sex would be like with someone else besides me. Now with that settled, and as much as I’d like to spend the rest of the afternoon with you, it’s time for me to head home to give the house a good cleaning for tomorrow. At least the downstairs part.”

After we kissed very lovingly, she left, which left me to get things ready for dinner, and then myself for Jim.

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The next morning before heading out for a local bakery to pick-up a tray of assorted pastries to have with coffee when everyone first arrives for our social, I called Maureen, to see if she needed anything else.

“Yes I do, I forgot the cheese tray to have with wine later. I ordered it when I got home and need you to pick it up for me please.”

“Be glad to, anything else?”

“Yes. How are you dressed?”

“Casual as I usually am for one our get-togethers. Jeans and a blouse. Why?”

“Thought so. Casual’s fine, but more so sexy casual if you would please.”

“But why?”

“Just because. Now don’t disappoint me.” After which she hung up.

While she obviously didn’t want to get into a discussion about why, I assumed she wanted me to look my best for Louise. So back to the bedroom I went to change. I started with my undergarments, which as a rule I’m not fussy about, and many times don’t even match as I’m a fan of plain white cotton panties. I changed my bra and panties for a nice matching set in a sexy sheer lace pattern, which didn’t leave much to the imagination if it was all I wore. Not that I expected anyone to see me in only them, but it did make me feel sexier. I then swapped my jeans and blouse for a belted wrap-around dress with short sleeves in a blue and white floral flutter print. Being a casual summer dress, it was mid-thigh in length and being a wrap-around it had a plunging v-neck neckline, which displayed a fair amount of cleavage. Not excessively so, but enough to entice anyone for a closer look if they were so sivas escort bayan inclined. Last but not least, I changed my slip-on sneakers for a pair of two inch wedge sandals.

Once satisfied with how I was dressed, I spent some extra time on my make-up to achieve a more alluring look before I left for the local bakery and market for the pastries and cheese tray.

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As soon as I entered the bakery, I saw Julie, who owns the boutique where I bought the leopard print bikini I wore at Maureen’s the day we had our foursome. Her shop is in the same strip mall as the bakery so I wasn’t surprised to see her there. But I was surprised how different she looked from the last time I saw her. At first I didn’t realize it was her. Pretty as could be with her beautiful shoulder length auburn hair almost glowing from the sheen it had. Even at a distance her make-up looked as though she applied it with more care than usual, and with the intent to convey a more provocative image. But more importantly, was how she was dressed. Gone were the “baggy” and conservative clothes I usually see her in.

Being the sole proprietor of her small boutique, she was dressed for work, but in a form fitting and stylish pantsuit with a single button jacket that accentuated a nice figure. A warm lime green color with a white silk blouse. With the snug fit of the jacket it was easy to see she was as buxom as I assumed she was, but was never sure because of the loose fitting clothes she always wore. For shoes, she had on a pair of white flats, and although she would have looked better with heels in a pantsuit, it was understandable with her being on her feet all day.

When Julie saw me…”What a surprise. How nice to see you Lacey.” After she gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek…”It’s so nice to see you outside my shop for a change, and with it being the case, do you have time for coffee? I’d love to chat with you for a bit.”

After checking the clock on the wall and realizing I didn’t have much time to spare…”It’ll have to be quick Julie. I have another errand to run before I have to be somewhere by eleven.” In spite of being short on time, I didn’t want to pass up a chance to talk with her alone since it’s impossible at her shop with her having to deal with a constant flow of customers.

“Same with me as I open at eleven on weekdays, but I’d love to be able to spend a few minutes with you without being interrupted.”

The bakery also serves coffee in the morning and has a few small tables where you can sit. Once we were seated with our coffee…”Before I forget, you were right about the bikini I bought at your place.” Then without going into how I seductively removed my robe to reveal it…”Everyone loved it when they first saw me in it. Well…maybe not the bikini so much as what it didn’t or just barely covered. But either way, you were right and I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to give me your opinion of it.”

She laughed…”It didn’t leave much to the imagination, and knew whoever saw you in it would love it. It looked fabulous on you and I couldn’t be more pleased you were such a big hit. Then again, I can’t imagine you wouldn’t be in any swimsuit.” Once again as she did at her boutique the last time I was there, she put her hand on mine and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

As she did, she leaned towards me slightly and it’s when I first realized between the time we got coffee and sat down, she managed to unbutton another button or two on her blouse. As a result she was displaying a fair amount of cleavage. Something I’ve never even seen a hint of before with her, and I couldn’t help but stare at her creamy breasts for the first time. Made my pussy tingle and I had all I could do not to nuzzle my nose between them.

As discreet as I tried to be, she still noticed me looking. Being caught in the act…”I’m sorry for staring, but I couldn’t help but notice how differently you’re dressed…and how nice you look. Not that you didn’t in the past, but the difference is like night and day and I almost didn’t recognize you when I first walked in.”

“Thank you Lacey, and there’s no reason to apologize. I’d have been disappointed if you didn’t look at my girls. Truth be known, it’s the reason I leaned over like I did. And I hope you like the new me by the way I’m now dressing.”

“Very much so. You look ten years younger and stunning.” Which she did. “But what prompted the new you?”

“You look stunning yourself so early in the morning in your pretty sundress, and I can’t help but notice you’re displaying some cleavage too. But I did get to see quite a bit of you in the bikini, so you could say I’ve seen a lot more of you than you ever have of me. As for the new me, while you have no way of knowing, you had a lot to do with it.”

“Really. In what way?”

“After seeing you in the bikini at the shop, it got me thinking. Here you are the same age as me, and escort sivas nearly the same physically. About the same height, weight and with the same attributes, including us both being somewhat big busted. But you always look more vibrant because of the way you dress, and with your overall appearance. To say you took more care relative to how you look compared to me would have been an understatement. And I’m sure it has a lot to do with how confident you always seem to be about how you look. Even when wearing shorts and a simple top you seem pleased with yourself. Plus you have the attitude of someone years younger, and ooze a tremendous amount of sexuality.”

“I’m not so sure about the sexuality thing at my age, but if so, maybe I should reign it in since it’s not my intent. I’d hate for anyone to get the wrong impression, or idea.”

“Maybe I didn’t explain it right, or used the wrong word. Sensuality might have been better since you could wear a potato sack and I’d still find you to be sensuous.”

After she let her remark sink in as she looked me in the eyes while taking a sip of her coffee…”Now as I was explaining about the new me, after I closed the shop later that day, I spent the next three hours trying different dresses and outfits on in an attempt to emulate you, which owning a women’s boutique proved to be very advantageous. I focused on dressing my age versus someone ten years older, or someone who isn’t proud of their body in spite of it still being decent. By the time I was done, I liked what I saw and have been dressing differently ever since. Plus I’m more meticulous about my appearance as far as my make-up and hair. I even decided to get a professional manicure and pedicure again, something I haven’t done for a while.” And it showed by her beautifully manicured nails in a bright red polish.

“All I can say is you’ve achieved your goal, and then some Julie. And if you don’t mind me saying, even your personality seems different. I never realized you were such a sensuous person yourself.”

“Mostly likely because of how much better I feel about myself again.”

Her using the word “again” piqued my curiosity, but I let it slide…”Even if it wasn’t your intent, the change in attitude is very apparent. Not only from the way you’re dressed, but from how much more comfortable you seem to be with yourself. It’s obvious to me, and I’m sure with everyone else you come in contact with. I think it’s great and couldn’t be happier for you.” I then glanced at the clock on the wall and almost shit when I saw the time…”Damn Julie, I hate to say it, but it’s way past time for me to leave. I wish we had more time to talk, but…”

After she also checked the time…”You’re right. I wish we had more time too since there’s so much more I want to talk to you about.” After she thought for a second…”If you can, would you like to get together on Monday? It’s the one day I’m closed for business and maybe we can meet for another coffee. The Electric Percolator would be nice since it’s a bit cozier. Would around noon be okay?”

I didn’t hesitate for a second…”I’d love to, and I’m already looking forward to it.” And I was since there was so much more I wanted to talk to her about. I knew very little about her personally. Whenever we talk at her shop it always was about the latest customer who insisted on trying something two sizes too small, or the newest trend in women’s clothing. Never anything personal. I didn’t even know if she was married, which I just assumed she was in spite of her not wearing a wedding band. But not knowing for sure is why I didn’t ask what her husband thought about the “new” her.

Soon as we were outside, and while facing each other saying our goodbyes, she unexpectedly put one hand on my cheek and gave me a very tender kiss on the lips. Not a long kiss, rather brief, but with a lot of meaning the way she pressed her soft lips so firmly against mine. Nearly took my breath away. Then without saying a word, she turned and headed towards her shop at the other end of the mall.

As she was, I stood there and couldn’t help but admire her shapely bum. Unfortunately, she once again caught me in the act of staring at her when she unexpectedly looked back over her shoulder. And when she did, she winked and smiled in a very knowing way.

Just as I began heading towards my car, it dawned on me I completely forgot to get what I went to the bakery for.

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Soon as I had the pastries, and while running my next errand for the cheese tray and then to Maureen’s house, I couldn’t stop thinking about Julie. Not only about how terrific she looked, but how we both seem to be captivated with each other. Once again, Maureen proved to be right with my new found curiosity about other women. Especially Julie, who seemed just as “curious” by the way she kissed me.

I also couldn’t help but think about the unforeseen transition from a once straight heterosexual to someone who now found myself sexually attracted to other women. Like it or not, exploring my bi-sexuality seemed to have unintended consequences.

When I arrived at Maureen’s, there were already a couple cars in the driveway since I was late. One of them appeared to be Carol’s, which meant Louise would be there too.

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*Note: I deeply apologize for the wait between chapters 1 & 2. I had some unavoidable projects at work that took me away from writing. I hope the wait was worth it. I am tentatively planning a third chapter that involves Rob, Jen, and Jen’s son Andy. But I would love to hear what you all would want to see and read about. Please comment and let me know! Thank you for reading!*

Jennifer Burnett looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. It had been 3 weeks since Rob had kissed her and since she had kissed him back. She hadn’t seen him since then, which was disappointing. But all the same, the kiss had awakened something new in her. She had gone on numerous dates. She and Kate Prescott had gone out drinking downtown and had gone to concerts together. She’d had a hangover for the first time in years. She was having fun again.

Something about having fun was contagious. Across all of her dating apps, her dm’s were consistently full. She had her pick of men these days. And although she felt bad thinking it, she was happy to be dating for herself for once. The dates she had gone on right after the divorce had been out of obligation: she felt like she had to. Now, she went on dates as much to show off her body, to toy with men, and have fun, as to actually find a partner.

She was pleased with her outfit tonight. Her dark washed jeans were tight and showed off her sizable, round ass. She wore a black halter top with a plunging neckline and a dark leather jacket over the top. The halter top and jacket were the perfect combo. It was obvious to anyone who looked at her that she had incredible breasts– 32 dd’s in fact– but thanks to the jacket, her cleavage was only exposed at certain angles. Any guy who wanted to stare at her tits couldn’t do it from the side but had to do it straight on, just the way she liked. And finally there were her shoes, the key to the whole outfit. They were two-inch bright red heels which put her height at 5’9, plenty tall enough to seem even more intimidating and powerful to men than she already did.

Her phone buzzed with a notification that her Uber ride was here. As she got into the back seat of the black BMW-5 series (she had even begun to splurge on her ride-hailing apps) she was greeted with a friendly hello from the driver, a Mexican man named Juan-Pablo who was in his mid-50s.

“Hi Jennifer, where are we off to?”

“Heading downtown to 1918, the cocktail bar on 6th and Fulton street.”

“Perfect. What takes you down there tonight?”

“I have a date,” Jennifer said with a coy smile.

“Oh, very lucky guy in that case.”

“Well, we’ll see how lucky he gets tonight,” Jennifer responded mischievously.

The Uber driver laughed and the drive proceeded the rest of the way in a professional silence.

As the car exited the interstate connecting the suburbs to urban downtown, Jennifer could tell it was going to be a fun night. It was barely 8 o’clock on a hot summer night in late-June and downtown was teeming with revelers passing from bar to bar, ducking in and out of restaurants and concert halls, and relaxing in groups in the city’s central park. She could feel the excitement and joy emanating from the city itself.

The car pulled up to the curb and Jennifer could tell that the bar was already packed. She could hear the noise from inside and saw a line of mostly young twenty-somethings waiting to get in.

“He picked a hip spot, at least,” Jennifer thought of her date, as she scanned the attractive bodies of the young people waiting in line.

Her phone buzzed once again. This time it was her date, Steven. He was already here and had a table near the front. Good, because Jennifer was not going to wait in line for any man.

“Have fun on your date, Jennifer,” the Uber driver said as she exited. “If it doesn’t go well, just send me a text, I’d be more than happy to come help you get out of there and show you a good time tonight.”

Jennifer laughed at his forwardness.

“Thanks for the ride Juan-Pablo. I will definitely keep your offer in mind.”

He smiled and waved at her as he pulled away. Jennifer straightened her jacket, tossed her hair, and walked into the crowded bar.

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Despite the crowd, Jennifer saw her date almost immediately. The main bar was against the wall facing the street on Jennifer’s right. Lining both sides of the large rectangular room were snug booths. Two large, partially hidden, round booths dominated the back corners. On the floor between the booths and the bar were a smattering of different sized tables. Her date had managed to get a small table for two on the side of the room near the bar.

“Hi, Jennifer?” he asked tentatively, getting up from his seat.

“Hi, yes, you must be Steven, so good to meet you!” Jennifer said with a now practiced excitement. She went in easily for a hug, which Steven had clearly not expected. Jennifer smiled tekirdağ escort inwardly at Steven’s mild awkwardness. She already had a leg up on him.

As they sat down she finally got a chance to size him up in person and not just from his pics on the dating app. He was slightly taller than her in heels, maybe just over 5’10. His dating profile said he was a runner and it showed, he was thin and athletic looking but not particularly muscular. His light brown hair was thinning, but it was still there which was more than most men his age could say. He wore a plaid button down shirt that was tucked into light-wash, straight jeans. Steven was no catch, but he was no slouch either. Jennifer was curious to see if he would gain more confidence as the night progressed or if her looks would cow him into submission.

As they sat down–Steven with his back to the restaurant, facing the bar, Jennifer the opposite–she caught him trying to steal glances down at her cleavage. She didn’t blame him. In fact, she enjoyed it. But she felt like she had the answer to her question.

They sat in silence for a few awkward seconds until Jennifer figured she’d put Steven out of his misery.

“Have you been here before? How’d you end up choosing this bar? It’s very cool. I love the vibe, and all their antique decorations, and the atmosphere.”

Steven laughed awkwardly and took a sip of his water.

“Well, this was the top result when I Google’d ‘best places to take a first date.’ I’m also recently divorced so it has been a while since I’ve done this and didn’t really know where to go.”

“Yeah I know the feeling,” Jennifer said sympathetically, “divorces are so tough and it’s hard to get back out there. I’m glad you found this place, though! It is very cool.”

Steven smiled at this but clearly did not have any response ready. It seemed like he knew enough not to talk any more about his divorce, but not enough to actually engage her in any conversation beyond that topic. Luckily, the waitress arrived just in time.

“Hi you two! Have you had a chance to look at the menu? We have a number of specialty craft drinks available, as well as a full bar to serve any cocktail you desire.”

Feeling indulgent, Jennifer ordered a French 75, while Steven stuck with an Old Fashioned. When the drinks arrived, the conversation became easier.

Steven was only 40, 8 years younger than Jennifer, and he had two young kids, one was in elementary school, the other had just started middle school. The two parents commiserated about what it was like to have kids at that age and then Jennifer regaled him with the challenges that kept coming as they got older. Jennifer appreciated Steven’s sympathetic ear when she told him about her 22 year old son Andy who still lived in the basement and had foregone college to work at an ice cream store.

“It doesn’t get easier, does it?” Steven said

“No, it really doesn’t,” Jennifer said laughing.

The two shared a genuine and easy smile for the first time that night, and, also for the first time that night, Steven took the initiative.

“Should I go get us two more drinks from the bar? I feel like we still need to talk about everything else in our life besides our kids, so we’ll need another. And I don’t really feel like waiting for the waitress.”

Jennifer smiled.

“That sounds lovely.”

As Steven got up and headed to the bar for refills, Jennifer sipped the remainder of her drink, and scanned the action in the rest of the room. At the tables clustered around her own were mostly other couples on dates. She and Steven were probably the oldest two people here, but there were some other contenders that were in their late-30s. The booths that lined the sides of the bar’s brick walls were crammed with a more diverse set of revelers. There were a few groups of younger guys and a few groups of younger girls. Jennifer laughed to herself as she caught glances and drinks being exchanged between these booths across the bar. Probably college students or young professionals out for a nice drink before they went to the dance clubs or dive bars, she thought. A handful of the booths had middle aged couples on something like a double date.

Finally, her gaze arrived at the two large circular booths ensconced in the back corner of each wall. Jennifer was at an angle that allowed her to see almost all of the booth in the corner to her right–the one farthest away from her table and the doorway. Crowded into the booth was a large number of people most likely in their early-30s. A few of the men were bald or balding, and a few of the women had the beginnings of wrinkles on their faces or love handles on their sides. Yet, the table still gave off a youthful energy. Perhaps, Jennifer thought, it was a slightly desperate youthfulness: a group of friends who were a tad too old to be going out all the time beginning one last hurrah at a boozy summer weekend.

The booth that was at the end of the tekirdağ escort bayan wall on her left was harder to see. A slight brick wall extended partially into the room, blocking at least half the table from her view. She tilted her head to see if she could get a better angle and was surprised at who she thought she saw. It was hard to tell at this distance through the noise and crowd of the bar, but in the center of the table–right about when it began to be hidden from her view– Jennifer thought she saw the blonde hair, winning smile, and button nose of Rob’s friend Rosie, and next to her, the long face, shimmering black hair, and busty bosom of his friend Asha.

Before Jennifer could confirm, a waiter approached the corner booth and blocked her view. Any attempt at figuring out for sure was foreclosed when Steven reappeared a minute later with two more drinks.

Not missing a beat from where the two had left off a few minutes before, Steven asked Jennifer about what she did for work and for fun. But Jennifer was distracted. Her heart had started racing when she had caught a glance of the corner table. All she could really think about was whether or not she had actually seen Rosie and Asha and, most importantly, about whether or not Rob was with them.

Jennifer told her now practiced answer to Steven about what she did for work. A few days a week she helped do some bookkeeping and office management for the Family Foundation. Other than that, she was trying to search for new hobbies. She went hiking more often now and was trying to paint. She kept her answers as short and vague as possible and immediately asked Steven the same questions in response.

As he began talking about his job as a civil engineer, Jennifer felt all the interest and focus draining out of her. He droned on and on about the sewers and parking lots he helped design for the city. She couldn’t be less interested. The less she focused on what Steven was saying, however, the more she felt herself scanning the room behind him, desperate for any sign that Rob was there, and that her hopes were not in vain.

“Jennifer,” Steven said. “Jennifer.”

Jennifer’s reverie was interrupted and she realized she had no idea what Steven had asked her, let alone any of the things he had just been explaining to her about parking lot engineering requirements.

“Oh? I’m sorry, what did you ask? I think that second French 75 is getting to me,” she said, trying to laugh off her inattention as lightly as possible.

“Oh yeah, this Old Fashioned is pretty strong too. I don’t remember the last time I drank anything other than light beer,” Steven said with a smile. “I asked if you had found any good hiking trails around here? I enjoy running outdoors, so any recommendations would be welcome.”

Jennifer’s panic slowly mounted. She did not want to admit that she knew essentially no hiking trails and that she’d only said that because it seemed like an easy thing to say in order to pass the conversation on to him. But she was saved at the last moment by exactly the person she wanted to see.

“Jennifer!” the voice boomed out, cutting through the din of the crowd.

She looked up and saw the broad, 6’2 frame of Rob Prescott walking down the aisle between the booths on the wall and tables in the middle of the serving floor. Despite the fact that she was on a date, she did not even try to hide her delight.

“Rob!” she exclaimed, bounding up from her chair and rushing as fast as she could in her heels to give him a hug.

It was undeniable how good he looked. He was in dark blue skinny jeans and a plain black shirt that fit snugly around his muscular body. As she pushed into his torso for the hug, she marveled at how firm and large his pectoral muscles were and how thick his biceps felt as he wrapped his arms around her lower back. She tried not to be obvious, but she let her hands lightly trace the outline of his traps too and almost gasped at just how big they were.

“What a small world,” Jennifer said, pulling away slightly from the hug. She was no longer up close against his chest, but they both had their arms wrapped around one another. “What are you doing here tonight?”

“Well it is too nice of a night to spend inside at home! So a bunch of us decided we should go out and celebrate the good weather. We’re starting here, but don’t know where we’ll end up. Looks like you’re having a good time tonight Jennifer,” Rob said, gesturing with his eyes towards Steven.

“Oh, right,” Jennifer said, embarrassed and flushing. She repositioned herself from within the hug. Putting one hand on the small of Rob’s back she pivoted, turning her torso and face away from Rob back towards the table where Steven was still sitting.

“Steven, this is Rob Prescott. His mom is my oldest friend, we went to college together.”

“Well, we didn’t go to college together,” Rob said gesturing at Jennifer, “but I’m sure she could’ve fooled all the sorority escort tekirdağ girls into thinking otherwise if she tried.”

Jennifer and Rob laughed while Steven smiled awkwardly.

“Yes, Rob’s mom and I went to college together,” Jennifer clarified, her face getting even redder. “I have known Rob literally since the day he was born.”

“She’s been a really great friend to my mom over the years and somehow still puts up with me!” Rob said with a smile and a squeeze, pulling Jennifer’s body into his side. She turned into his squeeze, rubbing her tits up against torso again and smiling up at his crystal blue eyes..

“Well you’re very easy to put up with, Rob,” she said, leaving her body pressed up against Rob’s side but turning her head to look at Steven. “He graduated with highest honors from Dartmouth and just took a job as a financial analyst at Western Trust Bank.”

“Oh congratulations! My office is actually in the building right across the street. It’s nice to meet you, maybe we’ll see each other around downtown,” Steven said, standing up and shaking Rob’s hand while Jennifer finally disentangled herself from Rob’s arms.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Hope you enjoy your date with this beautiful lady.” He smiled at Jennifer and pressed his hand one last time against the small of her back before he walked around their table towards a hallway behind the bar, ostensibly on his way to the bathroom.

“What a nice young man,” Steven said as Jennifer sat down. She was completely flustered and took a long sip of her drink to calm down.

“Yeah, I’ve known him forever. He’s an old family friend.”

“Very handsome young man, too. I think every girl in this bar was staring at you with burning jealousy when he came over.”

Jennifer took another sip of her drink.

“What were we talking about before?”

“Uh, hiking, I think.”

“Oh right, yes. I’m not sure I have any hiking suggestions that would surprise you. Where are your favorite running trails? I’m sure I could use the tips more than you could.”

Jennifer was relieved that she had managed to adeptly turn the conversation back to Steven and she slipped into another reverie as he began droning on about his running schedule and his favorite trails. All Jennifer could think about was Rob. It took Jennifer every ounce of restraint she had not to constantly look over her shoulder for Rob’s reappearance from the bathroom. Part of her felt like she needed to get every glimpse of him that she could because she was not sure when she was going to see him again.

Her patience and restraint was rewarded when he finally walked past their table on the way back to his booth. He nodded at Steven, who smiled back, and then turned to smile at Jennifer before he re-entered the booth and was hidden by the protruding brick wall. Jennifer wanted to sigh in disappointment but kept her eyes on Steven and tried to re-engage in the conversation. Her focus was short lived.

“Jennifer!” two high pitched voices squealed. She looked up to see the bright and smiling faces of Rosie and Asha. Steven looked more confused than ever. His date was being endlessly mobbed by young people. This time instead of a strapping, twenty-something hunk, it was two incredibly attractive twenty-something girls. One was a petite blonde in a bright red, mini-pencil skirt with a white crop top that exposed her incredibly toned abs, the other was an Indian girl in black jeans and a skimpy, tight blue tank top that left none of her 34cc boobs to the imagination.

Jennifer got up and gave the girls an enthusiastic hug.

“Rob told us you were here and we couldn’t believe it!” Rosie gushed.

“We had to come say hi!” added Asha.

“That’s so sweet of you two. It’s great to see you both and I’m glad you’re out having fun. By the way, this is my date for the evening, Steven.”

Steven got up from his seat and cautiously shook Rosie and Asha’s hands. It was obvious that they did not really care about him.

“I love this jacket,” Asha said, grabbing the edge of Jennifer’s leather coat and tugging it ever so slightly

“Jen, we need a picture with you. We told all of our friends about how hot you are for a 40 year old so we need to prove to them we were actually out with you tonight,” Rosie interjected.

Jennifer laughed and agreed while Asha handed her phone to Steven to take the picture.

“Oh my god, we look so good!” Rosie exclaimed after staring at the picture on Asha’s phone.

“Jennifer, do you have an Instagram? Def need to tag you in this.” Asha added while tapping away.

“No, I don’t have an Instagram,” Jennifer said laughing, “maybe you girls can help me set one up later.”

“Deal!” Rosie exclaimed. “This can be your first picture!”

“We’ll see you later, Jennifer. We are going to have a girls night soon, just the three of us!” Asha proclaimed as the two girls retreated to the corner booth.

Jennifer sat back down and both she and Steven sipped their drinks and caught their breath.

“You’re really a celebrity with these twenty year olds aren’t you?”

“Ha, I guess. I met Rosie and Asha the other day over at Rob’s mom’s house. They liked my fashion sense, I suppose. They’re sweet girls.”

“Well, you do have a good fashion sense,” Steven added awkwardly.

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I often find myself drifting in and out of my head, sometimes for minutes at a time, totally unaware of what’s going on around me; my body functioning automatically without whilst my mind is away. I wonder if everybody else does the same. Usually when I drift away it’s because of nothing in particular… I’ll find myself trying to remember the name of an actor in a film I’ve been meaning to see, the total of an impossible sum, and sometimes, when I snap back to reality, I can’t even remember what distracted me in the first place. Recently though, every time I drift off my mind moves to the idea of you. Your lips, parting around the top of my dick as you push downwards with your head. My long fingers, sliding between your legs and finding their way to your clit, slick with your wetness. Your hand, meeting mine on your cunt and pressing my fingers hard on to you, guiding my hand as I firmly fuck you from behind. Our faces contorted with pleasure as we move together. Then back to reality. Standing in front of a counter in a shop, waiting to pay. I wonder how much of my fantasy was visible on my face. Did the cashier notice? For all I know she might have zoned out too, doling out change and a company ‘did you find everything you were looking for?’ in the real world, whilst in her head being tied by the wrists and fucked.

Each morning I wake up next to you and, sooner than I’ve become aware of my surroundings, I find myself pulling my body next to yours. My hands exploring your stomach, stroking the curves of your hips, cupping your tits. You push your ass into my crotch and moan a little when you feel my dick through my stretched boxers. In a turned on sleepy state we press into one another and lazily turn one another on even more. An alarm behind me brings me out of my delirious state of pleasure, and as I get up I have no doubts that just as reality has invaded us in bed, thoughts of finishing what we started this morning would definitely find their way into my day. siirt escort

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Morning work is slow and protracted, my mind half focused on my job and half drifting into dirty fantasy. When my colleagues try to make conversation with me I deal with them as quickly as possible, sending them back to their workstations so that I can be alone with you once again. My pen works over the paper that sits in front of me on my desk as my lips kiss the back of your glistening neck. I’m back behind you, slowly fucking. You pull away from me and roll over to face siirt escort bayan me, your face full of colour and with a noticeable white sylvia mark on your cheek. My right hand, currently cupping your ass, moves slowly over your hip and back between your legs. Back at my desk my penwork is getting sloppy. You take my dick in your hand and let out a satisfied moan, scrunching up your face and smiling to show me your satisfaction with my dick. I push your shoulders down onto the bed and climb on top of you. Your hand still holding my dick, you guide me to your cunt. You run the head along the entrance to your cunt, teasing us both, before allowing me to push hungrily into you. I miss crossing two ‘t’s, leaving them both as ‘l’s on the page. I fuck you harder and you moan, scratching me across my back with your fingers. In response I grab your hand and hold it above your head. You voluntarily bring your other hand above your head and, now holding both your wrists in place, I fuck you forcefully. You moan loudly and demand that I fuck you harder. My pen hasn’t moved for a long time, still in my hand, resting on the page.

I wonder what the rest of the people in the building are doing. Are they working diligently as I sit at my desk and enjoy your influence over my mind? Or maybe each of them is doing exactly the same, enjoying the filth of their own brains, each man and women in the building squirming in their chair. You yell from within my head, demanding that I fuck you hard. You want to come, and I want to feel it. Your wrists still above your head I flip you over underneath me, your ass jutting upward towards my hard dick. With my free hand I tease your clit, darting my fingers around it, never fully satisfying your need. I steady your cunt with my hand and thrust deep into you. Your body shifts upwards as a shudder goes through you. My hand working over your clit and steadily fucking you deeply and firmly I can feel your pleasure; escort siirt your cunt starts pulsing on my cock and I can tell you’re nearly coming. I keep my thrusts going and press slightly harder on your clit with my long fingers. Your moans fill the room and you struggle against me. Your hands break free from my grasp and begin tearing at the sheets. My hand now free from yours, I grab your hip and pull you backwards onto your knees, allowing my dick to reach further into your cunt. The extra pressure pushes you over your limit and you come, hard. Cursing and yelling my name at first, and then suddenly silence as your orgasm wracks your body. I’m breathing deeply and the sound of my breath wakes me from my daydream. Everybody else has gone for lunch, and as I swallow I notice that my mouth is dry. I check my phone, there’s a long time until I can legitimately leave.

The afternoon goes slowly, and I force myself to stay in the real world. The wait for the train home goes mournfully slowly, but I keep myself out of my head, knowing that soon I’d be home and the delusions I’ve been having recently can become real. On the train, however, I can’t stop you. The ticket inspector checks my ticket fastidiously and as he walk away you’re unbuckling my belt and begin kissing my legs. I’m hard instantly, and you’re quick to put your lips on me. As you lick the head I groan, your hand cupping my balls. Your mouth moves over my dick, effortlessly pleasing me. Your eyes widen as you take me deeper into your mouth, taking as much of my length as you can handle. I’m off the train and swiftly walking. You bob back and forward, my breath getting heavier, my hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to go deep. I start to thrust my hips, you move your hands onto my ass and pull me into your mouth as I thrust. I look down at you on your knees and our eyes meet. I fumble my key into the lock and twist it, the door pops open. My dick fills your mouth perfectly, and as you suck, my dick begins to pulse. I open the door to our living room and you’re stood by the table. You’re wearing a thin tee and blue jeans, hair up. You look up and greet me with a smile, asking me how my day was. You tell me that you’ve been thinking about me today… moving over to you I smile, and blush.

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