Heidi started to shed her work clothes as soon as she shut the front door. She stood naked in the bath, in too much of a hurry for a shower and used a wet flannel to remove the sensation of the office clinging to her skin. A walk in the warm sea breeze was just the lift she needed, it was Friday and her weekend started now! Slipping into a bikini and her sarong, she put on sandals, grabbed her pre-packed bag and headed out for the short walk to the beach. This was the life, she thought happily, with a grin on her face and lightness to her step. Single, earning enough to pay her mortgage and other bills and comfortable in her own company! She slowed her pace as she passed the beach huts with the older couples firmly ensconced in their beach chairs, belongings stowed away precisely on the few shelves inside; as if they’d lived in these huts year round.

During days spent on the beach she often put the camouflage of dark sunglasses to good use, observing without being observed. She didn’t usually go this late in the day, it was already early evening, but she’d go to the tea rooms on her way home. They were open till late and there were always plenty of people to watch from the garden tables there if the beach had nothing to offer. The breeze rustled through the lilac bushes, wafting their sweet fragrance to her as she passed and carrying a subtle undertone of the salty and somewhat sweet scent of damp driftwood.

Heidi’s shoes scrunched and slid on the stone shingle. She was being extravagantly noisy with deliberate intent, for she had seen the lovers entwined on their towel. They were too intent upon their increasing gratification to acknowledge her approach with any attempt at modesty. The woman gently stroked her lover’s bare flesh, fingers tracing a path from ribs to hip and then drifting down to his inner thigh, while he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.

While trying but failing to do the honourable thing and look elsewhere, she became spectacularly aroused. Her eyes were drawn to his erection which was clearly defined as his lover rose up to straddle him. Her full skirt dropped down to cover their flesh but did little to disguise the gentle pelvic thrusting.

She glanced round, partly worried someone might catch her being a voyeur and half hoping there was someone else observing so she could share this erotic moment. As if the choice was magically hers, she spotted what she wanted in her peripheral vision: a man aroused by the scene before her, with his hand busy on his cock. Normally she would consider the sight of a man with his trousers round his ankles somewhat farcical. This time it turned her on.

She felt herself moisten and her clit begin to throb as she watched him standing and working away at his erection.

He smoothed the palm of his other hand across the moist tip while he watched the couple on the towel.

Suddenly he spotted her standing on the other side of the driftwood log, her attention drifting between the couple on the towel and himself. Catching her eye he gave her a languorous, sexy smile, loaded with blatant invitation. Heidi undid her sarong and let it drop, taking a hesitant step towards him. He shook his head and with his shirt already discarded, stepped out of his trousers and moved towards her, his grip firmly around the head of his engorged cock.
He came to her. She felt herself warm as his penis silkily brushed her bare midriff. She stroked it before gripping his firm ass, feeling him quiver in response.
Grasping her upper arms, he lowered her down onto the large flat driftwood beside them. Heidi brushed away her concern about splinters as she felt the roughness of the wood against her buttocks. She abandoned herself to the sensations of their hands on each other.

He kissed her as if he was desperate for the touch of her lips; gasping with each contact.

She slid her tongue across the front of his teeth. He reciprocated by kissing her neck. At the same time he flicked at her clit through the fabric of her bikini. He
did it delicately, just enough pressure to make her want more.

He was so multi-skilled that soon she was unable to maintain a coherent train of thought. She untied her bikini strings and shifted her hips, succeeding in easing her bared clit against his fingers with each twitch.

Opening her eyes, she found his deep green ones looking at her, his lust apparent in the dilation of his pupils. Finding the eye contact slightly off-putting, she shifted on to her side, and ground her ass into him.

He pulled on her hips to increase the pressure of her against his straining cock and ran his hands up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, his mouth hot and wet on the back of her neck.

He started fumbling in his discarded trousers. ‘Protection,’ he explained.
He brought out a condom.

Using his hand, he guided himself down to brush against the moistness of her, bringing the viscous fluid back up onto the lubricated condom to further ease his entry. She tensed slightly as he began to penetrate her, afraid of the sensation this new experience brought. Sensing her reticence, he contributed to her comfort by kissing the back of her neck.

Though the penetration was mildly painful, the sensation soon blossomed into sheer pleasure. She whimpered with disappointment as he suddenly withdrew. Had he finished already?

He turned her over to face him and whispered, ‘I was going to come and wanted a chance to feel you reach ecstasy first’. What should have sounded contrived instead brought her to the brink of orgasm, combined as it was with his eye contact and skilful attention to her clitoris. He slipped off the condom, drawing her hand down to touch his hard cock. Groaning as she tightened her fingers around the head of his dick, he tore open a new condom packet. Heidi took the condom from his fingers with her mouth and used her lips and tongue to roll it onto him. He shuddered as she lowered herself onto him, mimicking the earlier movements of the other woman. His cock throbbed inside her as he held her hips, helping her to raise and lower herself. Reaching up he pushed her bikini top up over her breasts. His hands were rough; deliciously rough.

Leaning down she slid her hands under his ass. She melted on to him gasping as the waves of orgasm washed over her. He pounded himself up and into her in his haste to follow her lead.

Exhausted, she lay with her face pressed into his shoulder. Suddenly she heard the sound of sliding shingle. She looked up. The couple from the dunes had their arms around each other, walking in that perfect synchronicity that only comes with complete togetherness. The woman’s legs showed through her dress as they headed towards the descending sun.

The woman glanced over her shoulder, caught Heidi’s eye and winked; a huge grin blossoming on to her face as she turned away. Heidi realised she was exposed and slid off the man, covering herself with her towel while she wriggled back into her bikini.

As he dressed she began to collect her belongings which had scattered when she’d dropped her beach bag. Feeling peculiarly awkward with someone she had only minutes before been totally intimate with was confusing and she needed the excuse to avoid eye contact and halt the growing silence between them.

What must he think of me, she mused, then wondered why it mattered. She had no intention of seeing him again. For one thing, she couldn’t trust his impulse control. The man leapt into rampant sexual encounters with total strangers and that was no foundation on which to build a trusting relationship, no matter how great the encounter had been. She laughed inwardly, knowing there was more than a little need to insert the words, ‘pot, kettle and black’ into her train of thought. Judging by the tense set of his shoulders she sensed the urge to escape was mutual and that he was mulling over various exit lines.

She decided to put him out of his misery.
‘Once was perfect, let’s not ruin the memory by trying to improve on it,’ she said.

She threw him a cheeky grin, said ‘thank you and goodbye,’ then turned and walked away.

A glass of cold wine would taste marvellous while having a hot bath, she decided. She stopped for supper at the tea rooms and then languidly made her way home for her second favourite indulgence. The scents of the lilac blossoms were even lovelier then when she’d passed them earlier, the fragrance must become more potent as the night drew in. Or perhaps she was fully receptive now that she had completely recovered from her earlier strenuous activity. It was lovely being single, she thought happily as she slipped into the water, her favourite fragrance rising to meet her from the bath oil. The wine was cool, a delightful counterbalance to the heat of the water on her skin. Putting the empty glass down she slid deeper, resting her head on the back of the bath and letting her legs go akimbo. She opened and closed her knees enjoying the sensation of the waves of heat washing between her legs. Becoming aroused, she thought back over the experience on the beach, stroking herself slowly to a limb-melting orgasm. Even though she had no desire to repeat the beach experience in reality; it was obviously going to be used as fantasy fodder for the indefinite future.

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Life was always going to be difficult. The fact that I started it by being called Pick did me no favours at all. Faced with the prospect of having to name a sixth son, my parents were at a loss to choose. They took this indecision to the christening. When asked during the ceremony to give my name, they left the choice to the vicar. In unison they said ‘Pick’. Thus I became known. Sadly both parents, as well as all my brothers, succumbed at an early age. As if the disadvantages of being an orphan were not enough, I soon learned that an additional problem presented itself. It might have had something to do with being the last of a long line of sons.

The sad fact was that I was not generously endowed in a place where I could have expected a growing asset in later years. In fact I was hardly endowed at all. It was a matter that did not escape the attention of my school friends. I soon acquired the derogatory title of ‘Pick–Pick the Puny Prick’ amongst the boys. Even the girls giggled, although at that early stage in my life I’d not presented them with anything to giggle about.

That came later.

If my austere life with my elder sister and her husband offered little save bed and board, at least it was untroubled.

We were simple folk. My sister’s husband, Joe Forgery, was a man of rude health and easy nature. Sadly this was not matched by his wife, a
woman of sallow complexion and sour disposition.

Sisterly love came not easily to my nearest relative. Indeed she berated me continually for slovenliness and laziness, and just about every other sin she could lay a sharp tongue to.

With Joe’s connivance I would often escape her critical gaze and lizard tongue. Laden with sufficient food to last me through the day, I would venture off across the marshes to that churchyard where the less troublesome members of my family lay.

It was on one such expedition that I experienced a frightening encounter, one which was to change my whole life. Early that morning we heard the warning gun. It’s fired from the old prison hulk anchored out on the river to alert the local populace that a prisoner has escaped. Since we had never encountered an escaping convict, the warning was largely ignored. The path to the churchyard was clothed in a damp mist, as were the surrounding fields. The church spire appeared and disappeared as it cut holes in the enveloping fog.

I pulled open the churchyard gate. There was an eerie silence – no bird calls.

I had barely settled myself when quite suddenly a huge figure rose from behind a gravestone. I froze, rooted to the spot.

‘Come here lad.’ The man said.

His voice carried the sort of hoarse insistence that escaped convicts develop when they sit for hours on damp gravestones, waiting to frighten unsuspecting small boys.

He looked large and menacing against the misty backdrop.

For the time it took him to take a step towards me, it proved sufficient to allow me to collect my scattered wits.

Sod this, I thought, then legged it. In my haste to put distance between myself and the graveyard monster, I dropped my sandwiches.

At the gate I paused long enough to turn and see the convict pick up my sandwiches and begin to eat. I gave myself one quick moment of regret. I wished I’d brought one of my sister’s pork pies. You could fell an ox at twenty paces with one of those.

If I thought I’d seen the last of the convict, I was much mistaken. Not long after our encounter he was captured. He arrived at the forge under escort to have his shackles replaced.

I stood with Joe in his blacksmith’s shop as they brought the prisoner in. He recognised me at once. In the half light, wedged between two guards, he looked less than menacing.

He gazed at me intently for a moment. Then, cocking his head to one side, he closed one eye.

‘Aah, Jim lad,’ he said. I held up my hand.
‘No, No, No,’ I told him. ‘That’s Treasure Island.’

He stood puzzled. A slow look of comprehension flooded his grizzled visage.

After that he spoke like a convict.

Mugwatch, for such was the convict’s name, had escaped because he had been destined to go on safari. Seemingly he preferred to stay on the stinking, rat- infested prison hulk with his mates.

‘What’s to become of him?’ Joe asked.
One guard sucked his teeth. ‘Probably be sent to the colonies.’
‘What colonies?’ I enquired. ‘Australia, like as not.’
Even my sister showed some compassion. ‘Ooh, the heat.’ She said
‘Ooh, the flies,’ put in Joe.
‘And Neighbours,’ The guard offered malevolently.
Mugwatch blanched at the prospect of the latter. Yet with true British phlegm he squared his shoulders. The firm look of resolve did him much credit.

The doomed man once again turned his attention to me. ‘Don’t you worry about me, Pick lad.’ By now he’d
learned my name. ‘One day I’ll make you a gentleman, you wait and see.’ Then they marched him off.
The episode passed from my memory as the years tumbled one upon another.
It seemed that almost without warning I was a young man.

The sap was beginning to rise. I was spreading in all places save one. For as my body grew larger so my appendage seemed to dwindle, almost to obscurity.

School was long finished and I was serving my apprenticeship with Joe. Life carried along at an easy pace. One day a visiting uncle brought a curious invitation.

A certain Miss Faversham had expressed an interest in me. Who was Miss Faversham? I didn’t know her from Adam. Well, perhaps I’d know her from Adam, but why should she want to see me? Clearly the best way to find out was to visit. So I found myself, some days later, standing outside a huge mausoleum of a place. Mrs Faversham was obviously not short of a bob or two.

I rang the bell. That such a dismal place should hide such a ravishing beauty took me completely by surprise. For the young lady that came to answer my call was as sweet and innocent-looking a maid as a young lad had ever the good fortune to set eyes upon.

Sadly her tone did not match her looks.
‘What do you want, boy?’ she asked in a voice that could have cut plate steel.
‘I’ve come to see Miss Faversham.’ ‘Are you the boy Pick?’
‘I am.’
‘Then follow me.’
Follow her. Indeed I would – to the ends of the earth if need be. For inasmuch as I didn’t know a lot about girls, this one was very tasty.
Just looking at her made my pulse race. I felt an unfamiliar stirring in my loins. I suffered a brief moment of apprehension. Had my inner desire transferred itself to a visible swelling in such tight trousers? I glanced down. Nothing showed.

The house of Miss Faversham left me with no lasting good impression. On the contrary it was full of dust and cobwebs. It looked as if it could do with a good hoovering.

As for the good lady herself, she presented as much of a health hazard as anything I’d yet experienced.

For all that, at least this and subsequent visits afforded me the opportunity to spend time with the object of my worship: Stella.

She gave me no encouragement at all, not to start with. She seemed to like to bully me. Not only was this matter brought to a head very swiftly, but it cemented a bond between us that was to remain.

It was this way. She had been tormenting me, when without warning she smacked my face.

‘Why don’t you cry, boy?’ Stella asked. ‘No,’ I told her.
She smacked my face again. ‘Now cry,’ she ordered.
I refused; she smacked me again. This time I smacked her back. We both cried. Then suddenly we were in each others arms. My lips sought hers in a warm passionate embrace.
She devoured my darting tongue. I could feel the need bubbling up inside both of us. My hands covered her pliant body in haste. I could now sense her hunger. I wanted to divest her of those impossible layers of clothes with all speed.
Stella answered each caress with provocative movements of her body. I stroked each breast in turn while I sought desperately to find a way of releasing those magnificent orbs.
Again she arched her body provocatively. Her breasts thrust out further demanding attention. She became aware of my frustration.
‘Do you like my breasts?’ ‘They’re lovely.’
‘Would you like one?’ ‘Where would I put it?’
‘Not to keep, you stupid boy – to play with.’ She could tell that I wasn’t very experienced.
Yet her sharpness melted as she released her trapped bosom. For a short while I teased each nipple until they stood firm and demanding.
Without further invitation I pulled and tugged at the rest of her outer garments. Finally the warm, vibrant Stella was naked and mine for the taking.

My clumsy hands massaged her inner thighs, but the need in us was too great to encourage delay. My beautiful Stella lay before me, a body demanding my all.
With rising excitement I threw off my clothes. I stood between those marble thighs and pushed against her entrance.
Her arms lifted in supplication. Once more her body arched against mine. Breathless with desire, her voice became just snatched words of insistence.
‘OK, big boy,’ she said. ‘You can put it in now.’ ‘It is in,’ I insisted.
‘There was an awkward moment of silence – then Stella’s sun went in. Her beautiful features changed from desire, through bewilderment to derision in quick succession.
‘In that case,’ she said, ‘pass me that copy of Woman and Home and let me know when you have finished.
She can be very cutting when she turns her mind to it.
Our flower of passion wilted thereafter. Yet we remained firm friends, although she displayed no such feelings in front of Miss Faversham.
For myself, I wanted Stella more than ever. Beneath hooded lashes I admired the body that so easily could have been mine, had I come prepared with the right sort of equipment.
Meanwhile the time passed with frequent visits and card games at the behest of the eccentric Miss Faversham. To be fair, even if the good lady did have a tendency to eccentricity she was, nevertheless, of generous disposition.
Back at the blacksmith’s shop, one day we were visited by a gentleman representing a firm of solicitors in London. An anonymous benefactor, it seems, had generously donated sufficient funds to ensure that I lived in a style of ease and comfort in London.

So it was, some little time later, I was settled in lodging rooms in Hammersmith, not far from the flyover. I had cash, bank account, credit card, in fact all the basic accoutrements of a young man about to become a gentleman.

Over the next few years the transformation from poor orphan to gentleman was completed, with the help of my good friend Henry Pocket. I lived well, ate well, dressed fashionably and enjoyed all the benefits of a prosperous life. Well, not all the benefits.

Henry Pocket introduced me to his family. I took an instant liking to his sister Emily. It was only natural now that the distant Stella was becoming even more distant.

Emily and I became close for a while. Alas, she soon discovered those same physical disadvantages that Stella had experienced.
Our relationship cooled. It was just as well.

With only one surname between us I harboured no great desire that, in the event of marriage, we should be known as Emily and Pick Pocket.
Yet my affection for Stella remained constant. I saw her often over the years. At Miss Faversham’s to begin with, then later, when she came to live near Richmond Park to looks after some old dears.

She remained as ever friendly but distant. In the end we drifted apart. Eventually she married a man who used her ill.
In the meantime my mysterious benefactor appeared. For years I had believed it was Miss Faversham. Not so.
One day I received a strange visitor. It turned out to be none other than Mugwatch.

He related that, having escaped once again, when he finally arrived in Australia, he set out to make his fortune. It was then that he decided to honour his vow and keep me in the manner to which I had rapidly become accustomed. It wasn’t a bad return on a few hastily discarded sandwiches.

These revelations put me in a quandary. That I was obligated to my benefactor was beyond question. Yet he was still a convict on the run.

The airports were being watched. It left me little alternative but to row him down the Thames as far as Dover. There he could catch the ferry.

The plan went well at the outset. It wasn’t until we were halfway down the river that we realised that someone had grassed.

The boat pulling out from the shore soon caught up with us. Mugwatch was captured. Not straight away. He had time to drown his hated enemy and catch pneumonia first. When he was dragged from the water he was much the worse for wear.

He was placed in Newgate Infirmary, just off the North Circular. His condition deteriorated rapidly. I visited him regularly of course.
It was towards the end, his breath was shallow.
I could see by the way he fought for each word that there wasn’t much time.
‘I’ve managed to turn you into a gentleman, Pick me lad,’ he paused. ‘It cost me all my money.’ I got up to leave.
He held me back with a restraining hand.
‘I’ve left you one final gift,’ he said. ‘I hope it brings you much joy.’
I left him feeling much puzzled. Later the same day I received a call on my mobile summoning me to Newgate Infirmary. Mugwatch had passed away quietly in his sleep. I was much saddened but had little time to dwell.
I was swiftly ushered into a room where many hands engaged themselves in removing my clothing. Naked and bewildered, I had but a short time to gather my scattered wits before a large needle plunged me into sweet oblivion.

If the lapse from consciousness was sweet, the journey back was even sweeter. My faculties returned with the gentle persuasion of a uniformed maiden.

As I returned to full consciousness I was much aware of this full-breasted beauty pressing against me.
‘Hello, Mr Pick. I’m Nurse Lovitt. I’m going to make you well,’ she licked her lips in a provocative manner. ‘Very well!’

The promise in her voice should have encouraged an eager response. Yet in that region I knew nothing but pain. Indeed the pain was so intense, that I was at a loss to know whether I’d been stitched or stapled.
However, under Nurse Lovitt’s expert ministrations, I soon began to feel more comfortable. The food was perhaps the worst feature of hospital life.

Gruel was the staple, monotonous diet. Still, if you were hungry at least you could ask for more.
On the day the bandages were removed, Nurse Lovitt came to both massage as well as test my equipment. When my recycled manhood was revealed I gasped with pleasure.

It was undoubtedly of better design and greater thickness. Built for strength and durability its potential was not lost on Nurse Lovitt.
The bed bath soon became a labour of love. As she gently washed my inner thighs, my legacy rose to the occasion. She took it gently between her tender hands. It still grew.
My excitement knew no bounds. It was huge. Nurse Lovitt was similarly fascinated. She bent to kiss the warm soft head.
It throbbed a welcome as she took it in her mouth, drawing her tongue wickedly along its length. Her grasp upon it was less than therapeutic. This was one hungry lady.

She threw off her clothes with such careless abandon that I feared for my refurbished rod.
‘Couldn’t we just wait?’ I pleaded anxiously. ‘No chance. Gotta test your prick, Pick,’ she said.
Nurse Lovitt didn’t look the type to shirk such a duty.

She threw herself down upon me. Her strong thighs parted as she straddled me. Then lifting above me she took the rampant cock in her hand and guided it towards her entrance.

In a trice she was impaled. Once more part of the late Mugwatch was imprisoned.

For the first time I experienced the sensation of having a length of cock deeply inside the receptive body of a woman. It was a heady experience.
I thrust hard into the plunging body of Nurse Lovitt. She took my all in ecstatic response. She felt my pumping seed without warning, then ground her thighs down to drain my body as her own climax arrived.
The experience was exhausting. Before I realised it Nurse Lovitt was dressed and standing over me.
‘That all works quite satisfactorily, Mr Pick,’ she told me as she marked my chart. ‘You should be able to keep some lucky lady very happy with that.’
With that she playfully flicked very gently at the head.
Then she was gone. I was passed fit.
Two days later I left the Infirmary. Henry Pocket seemed mightily relieved to see me. I related the events of the previous weeks. Yet further good news. He had managed a good return on the money I had lent him. I was once again solvent.
Which left one matter outstanding. Henry read my thoughts.
‘Go and find your Stella, Pick,’ he advised. ‘You have a great deal more to offer her now.’

It was easier said than done, finding Stella. Yet finally after a long, long search I found Stella working as a waitress in a Beefeater near Tunbridge Wells. Her eyes sparkled with recognition.

‘Oh, Pick,’ she said. ‘It’s lovely to see you. The chicken cutlets are on special offer this evening.’
‘Right,’ I answered enthusiastically. ‘I shall devour both those and you with relish before this evening is finished.’
‘No,’ she corrected. ‘Relish is extra.’

The evening had a magic of its own. I was intoxicated by the nearness of my own true love as she poured my wine. A few glasses later I was just intoxicated.

The carriage back along the cobbled streets, in the twilight, to her place was a gentle voyage of anticipation. True, it would have been quicker by taxi.

Once inside I listened in the gloom as Stella fumbled with the matches to light the candles. My impatience bubbled over for the sight of my beloved. So I switched the light on.

My hands could stay idle no longer. Soon I was busily trying to divest Stella of her clothing. What an incredible number of garments the woman wore. By the time I’d managed to get to the real Stella she was half her size.

Each soft, rounded breast teased me. The nipples stood inviting as my lips drew them to firmness. Once more revealed were those marble thighs that my memory had hoarded.

When I disrobed she gasped with both joy and amazement.

‘Pick, oh, Pick,’ she enthused. ‘It used to be so tiny.’ ‘It’s not mine really, it’s a legacy.’
She seemed puzzled. I explained about Mugwatch.
‘I’m not sure I can touch it. After all it did belong to a convict…’

Like Mugwatch she did not complete her sentence. Instead she swooped to take the pulsating head between her lips, applying fervent kisses to its velvet tip.
Gently cupping it between her fingers she was obviously quite overcome by it size.
‘Prick, oh, prick,’ she sighed.
I hastily corrected her. ‘My name is Pick.’ Her ministrations ceased for a moment. ‘I’m not talking to you,’ she declared.
Laying her down upon the bed I parted her thighs. Her warm, soft vagina called welcome as I moved into her. Her body arched in great expectation.
No need this time for Stella to reach for Woman and Home. What I plunged into her took all her attention. She moaned and grasped me tightly pulling me further into her.
‘Fuck me, Pick,’ she insisted. I thrust hard. ‘Harder,’ she demanded.
We became demented slaves to our passion as we were both carried along on an ecstatic magic carpet ride.
Our pulsing, heaving bodies demanded all and were not to be denied.
I buried my massive cock deep inside her as I exploded. She gave a short scream of exultation, wrapping her legs tightly about me.
In the sanctuary of each other’s bodies we found total contentment.
So my story ends. Stella and I are together. It has been a long path to fulfilment for me.
I started life at some disadvantage with my little Dorrit. Then I met Stella in that old bleak house. After we parted I experienced some hard times. Yet in the end my transplant proved to be, both for Stella and myself, our mutual friend.

Yes, this much I can say. When the mood is upon her, which thankfully is often, there’s nothing my Stella enjoys more than a good Dickens.

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I was beginning to see why no one else wanted to travel with Brett. It seemed he was not so great at planning things.

“It was supposed to be two queens,” Brett told me.

The two of us stood with our hands on our hips, glancing around at the lush hotel room. It was more spacious and accommodating than any other room I’d ever stayed in. The room smelled great, like fresh open air, which was a huge plus for a busy hotel like this. The flat screen was enormous. The mini fridge was hidden in a luxurious dresser door and was actually a decent size. A plush love seat was positioned against one wall. The sliding doors led to a balcony that overlooked a sprawling lake and rolling green countryside. It wasn’t a master suite, but it was nicer than any hotel I’d ever stayed at in my short life.

There was only a single king sized bed.

Brett shook his head, tossing up a single hand in mild frustration.

“Website said two queens, clearly,” he told me calmly. “I filtered the rooms for specifically that. I know I did.”

I glanced at him. “You… you don’t think they’d pay for another room, would they? Like, separate rooms?”

Brett shook his bald head. “Yeah, believe me, I tried that one, too. Used to be that way, but since we’ve got this new financial controller, Regina? She does everything by the books. Doesn’t let anything slide.”

I nodded. I had no idea what the next step was. We were three hundred miles from home, and it didn’t seem like we had many options. I waited for Brett to come through with an answer. He always seemed to know how to fix things.

I wondered if he was intentionally waiting for me to do that. This wasn’t some weird test, was it?

I motioned toward the balcony.

“It’s got a nice view, at least?” I said.

Brett seemed to be thinking. His face grew flat and his square jaw moved as if he were grinding his teeth. Finally, he rubbed his smooth head and stepped away from his luggage.

“Think I’m gonna have to try to talk to the front desk,” Brett said. “Maybe see if they can fix us up with the room we should have gotten. Hell, maybe I made a mistake.”

I remembered the flooded lobby downstairs. Glancing around the room, I tried to think of a way to make things go more smoothly for Brett. It’s what I was here for after all.

“It’s just for three days,” I said. “If nothing else, I have no problem crashing on that love seat over there.”

Brett gave me a polite smile.

“Look I know you’re trying to do a good job as an associate, Will,” Brett told me, “but that doesn’t mean you need to slum it on the couch. If word gets back that I had you in a room with nowhere to sleep, it’ll just make things worse. Can’t let them think I was abusing our rookie, can I?”

I stared at the bed. It was a king. Things needed to go well for the both of us. I knew a call back to the office wasn’t what Brett needed. It wasn’t likely for us to find another room at the height of the summer in one of the most popular hotels near the water.

“Well, we’re grownups aren’t we?” I offered. “Bed looks big enough. Don’t see any harm in sharing if you don’t hog the covers. Besides, it’s just a few nights, right? I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.”

Brett looked at me. At first I thought he might give me a little speech about me trying to overachieve or being too accommodating. Instead he turned a glance on the bed.

“Saves us one headache at least,” Brett said.

Brett looked at me and gave me one of his perfect white smiles. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“See?” He said, “You’ll do fine with this sales thing. Just help me push the drones like that tomorrow and we’ll be in great shape.”

I grinned but looked away. The larger guy removed his hand and moved to his luggage, unzipping the travel bag.

It was already late in the day. I was pretty worn out from the drive. I was the acting chauffeur after all. The two of us settled in and unpacked our luggage. I spent a lot of the time texting my wife and letting her know that we’d made it to the hotel. It felt odd being away from her like this, especially knowing that I was on a trip with someone from work.

“Think I’m going to freshen up and pay a visit to the bar downstairs,” Brett told me as he grabbed a few items from his bag. “I think they sell food if you didn’t get enough to eat earlier. Wanna join?”

I shook my head and grinned politely.

“Nah,” I said. “I think I’m just gonna take it easy.”

Brett turned to face me. I saw his signature grin creep across his clean shaven face.

“You sure?” He said. “Prism Tech may not be buying the drinks but I sure will. I know a recipe I think you’ll love. You’re a rum guy right? Hell if the bartender can’t make it I’ll do it.”

I tried to hide my sigh behind my smile. Brett sure knew how to go on the attack, no matter the scenario. I wasn’t sure he knew how to turn it off.

“N-no, thanks,” I told him, standing firm. “I think I’m gonna call home and finish getting settled. I’m beat.”

Brett nodded. “Suit yourself, Will. Tomorrow night will be better. We’ll have to celebrate running out of business cards and pamphlets.”

I snickered, tucking away a few pairs of socks in an empty drawer. Brett gathered a few articles of clothing, then pulled his collared polo over his head.

I pretended not to notice. I saw him out of my periphery. In that moment I felt awkward, though I tried my best not to show it. Brett removed his shirt first, then tugged his trousers down his legs as though it were any other time and date. He was so carefree about it. We couldn’t have been standing just a few feet apart at the dresser.

I couldn’t help but sneak a few peeks at him. He was right there. Brett had always looked in great shape to me, but I had no idea. In an instant I felt inadequate. Brett’s body was pale, and it seemed he was hairless everywhere. He had the sort of figure I’d only seen in movies. It was so odd to be standing so closely to a guy I worked with, someone that I barely knew in any other setting.

Brett fetched what looked like a hygiene bag and turned toward the open bathroom door. He wore only boxers, and I caught myself staring at the hard curves that lined his back. He didn’t shut the bathroom door behind him.

I took the opportunity to find a pair of shorts and a tshirt I’d packed. I quickly changed into them, watching the open bathroom door as I did. The rest of my clothes I decided to hang up in the little closet across from the bathroom. I made sure not to look into the bathroom when I passed. I could hear the shower water running, and the sounds of water splashing as Brett washed himself. I thought of closing the door, but I didn’t want to send any rude impressions. I shrugged it off instead.

When I looked out at the sky through the balcony, I could see that the sun was finally setting. I decided it was a good time to sit outside with my feet up. I arranged a few more things from my luggage, then pulled my laptop from its case and began booting it up. I replied to a few more encouraging messages from my wife. I made a mental note to call her after Brett went downstairs to the bar.

I distantly heard the shower water stop, but busily tapped my fingers on the screen of my phone. When my laptop came to life, I made sure to check that it was still charged. I had a feeling it would be my new friend after a day full of seminars and meet and greets.

I glanced up when Brett reentered the room.

I froze.

Brett did not even look at me. He made his way directly to the dresser. He acted as though nothing were amiss.

Brett was completely naked.

He wore no towel, nor did he make any attempt to hide himself. Droplets of water still glistened from the hard peaks of his shoulders. I saw the way his midsection rippled as he walked. I lifted my phone a bit higher in my hands, tucking it closely to my chest and pretending to text. My eyes still darted up to peer through my eyebrows.

Brett’s dick bounced and wobbled with his every step.

I wasn’t like that. It was just so hard not to stare. The guy was in great shape. He didn’t seem to have a hair on his body. Brett’s upper body seemed to narrow right into his hips. His thighs looked like some kind of hard armor.

The thing that sent heat spreading across my skin was the dangling dick between his legs. There was no hair there either, no hiding the flaccid limb from my eyes. Once again, I felt inferior. His pale skin was reddened by the hot shower water he’d just stepped out of, and the thick drooping dick was flushed with color.

Brett seemed unfazed by his nudity and my apparent proximity. I remained still, praying that I didn’t draw his attention. It was offensive that he’d just strut out of the bathroom the way he had. He was still my boss, and I still had to spend several days with him. I acted oblivious, pecking through my phone. The flaccid thing practically flopped up as he tugged the waistband around his hips. I thought I could even hear it smack Brett’s body when it was tucked into his briefs.

I found other things to focus on as Brett got dressed. He chose a simple collared shirt, much like the one he’d taken off, and a pair of white shorts. I fiddled with my laptop, connecting it to the hotel wifi. I swiped through my phone. Not once did I dare allow my eyes to lift toward Brett. At least, not when he could notice.

“Sure you don’t want to hang out downstairs, Carl?” He offered. “It doesn’t all have to be business.”

I shook my head and offered him a grin.

“Nah, you go ahead,” I told him.

“Well, have it your way,” Brett told me. “Just don’t lock me out, you hear?”

I maintained the grin, hoping that the heat wasn’t still showing through my skin. Brett let the hotel room door shut loudly behind him and I was left in the silence of the room.

For much of the evening, I lounged on one of the chairs on the balcony. I’d called my wife, and we’d chatted for a good while. It helped ease my mind about the trip and took me away for a bit. It also made me miss home already. I was only a few hours away, but it was so strange to be staying somewhere new with someone I only knew from work.

After the call home, I browsed on my laptop, doom scrolling through and endless chain of links and online curiosities. The sun was setting far off beyond the lake, bleeding its incredible colors into the waters below. I was able to watch the sun sink behind the horizon as a chorus of nightlife erupted all around. I found a few videos to watch in the darkness of the balcony. I even thought of finding the book I’d been reading in my travel bag.

No matter what I did, my brain kept playing the images of Brett back on a loop behind my eyes.

It had been so odd. Maybe Brett was one of the guys that spent his youth in locker rooms around other guys. He certainly went to the gym a lot, that much was evident. Still, there had to be some kind of common boundaries, right? It made me feel more nervous about the trip. The sensation kept gnawing at my insides. Maybe I just wasn’t cut out to travel and meet new people.

His cock kept appearing in my mind.

I couldn’t help it. His body was enough. I’d only thought of women to have curves. The lines carved in his chest and his midsection were impossible. Even thinking of them, it weirded me out realizing that I knew exactly how they’d feel if I touched them. But that thing… he was limp, and it looked like that. It hung with weight I couldn’t fathom. The textures and lines were all like his own signature fingerprint. Mine looked nothing like that, especially not when it was limp.

I tried to rub my eyes and erase the flashes of memories but they were burned into my mind by the heat of embarrassment. Brett acted like it was nothing. The more I allowed myself to even think about him, the more my mind slid down a disgusting slope of wonder. How would it look… if it were….

I closed my laptop. I was weary, and it had to be getting to me. I stretched to my full height and gave the twilight glow of the lake a final look before turning and heading into the room. I could use the sleep. The late sunsets made it feel much earlier than it was, and the morning would feel much earlier the longer I fought sleep.

I plugged my laptop back in and set it on the desk next to the dresser. Pulling back the huge covers on the bed, I pressed my hands into the mattress. I sighed with relief when I felt the soft material give beneath my fingers. At least I’d have no trouble sleeping away from my own bed.

I pulled off my shorts and set them aside with my luggage, then turned to climb into the bed before I stopped.

I’d be sharing this bed. Briefly, I considered what I was wearing. The tshirt and loose boxer shorts were what I wore at home. Brett would be right beside me. Shaking my head, I ignored the thoughts. I had to grow up. What was I going to do, wear pants to sleep?

I fell into the freshly cleaned sheets and pulled the covers up to my chest. I made sure to scoot to one side of the bed to allow room for Brett. Reaching for the light on the wall above the nightstand, I clicked it off and sank into the darkness of the room. The nervous feeling began to sink deeper and seep from my pores. The following day would be nerve racking, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

It would all have to wait until morning.

I didn’t wake when Brett climbed into bed. I never knew that he did. For several moments, I blinked my eyes in confusion, unsure if they were even open. The room was impossibly dark. I heard a rustle of the thick covers beside me. I let my mind piece together the cause, that it must have been Brett coming to bed.

I was flat on my back, but my head was tilted to one side toward the edge of the bed. I could see the dull red glow of a digital clock on the nightstand beside me. It was just after midnight. It must have been Brett returning to the room. Part of me could sense his body beside me. There was a fullness to the covers that hadn’t existed when I’d laid down. I thought I could feel the heat of his body. I could definitely hear him breathing.

I shifted my leg, bending it at the knee and lifting my heel toward my body beneath the covers. It was more comfortable, but my groggy logic told me it was a good way to check that Brett hadn’t rolled too closely to me. That would be a little weird. I felt nothing but space along the mattress. I closed my eyes and began drifting back into the comfort of nothingness, letting the moments fade away.

Something touched my leg.

At first I thought it might have been the covers settling onto my knee. The warmth that met my skin was not from the covers. My eyes fluttered open. I lay still, trying to figure out what was happening.

Fingers.

When they moved I could tell. Fingertips grazed my skin so gently that I could hardly tell if they were real. The hand seemed to glide with such careful precision. The skimming touches sent little static pulses through my body. Chills raced up my back, even buried in the warmth of the bed as I was.

Soon I felt the thumb. Then the wide palm. The hand eased its way onto my thigh like a snake sliding into water.

Brett’s hand was on my leg.

I should have jumped. I should have flung the covers into the dark and shot out of the bed. The man was in bed with me, but was violating my space, my leg! I was shocked. I wanted to react but I was just so blown away by the fact that it was actually happening that I lay there petrified.

For the longest time, the hand didn’t move. It simply rested on my open thigh. The warmth of Brett’s palm melded with the heat of my own skin. Still I didn’t move. I gave no signs that I was awake. Was Brett even aware of what he was doing? I listened to his steady breath, and I could hear the rise and fall of his chest. It was rhythmic, as though he were sleeping.

God, he was probably one of those people that did things in their sleep they were unaware of. His hand was on my inner thigh now, uncomfortably just inches from my boxer shorts. I thought of just turning over on my side. Would that draw him closer? To other parts of my body? I shuddered to think of him scooting closer to my backside in his sleep.

The hand crept forward.

I made no move. Still I heard Brett breathing. His longest fingers had inched forward though, I knew it. I had to do something. Roll over, or get up to go to the bathroom. I needed to reset this, whether Brett knew what he was doing or not.

Did he? Did he know?

The thoughts whirled in my brain. The implications should have sent me reeling from the bed, and yet I remained still. I was searching so hard for some logical explanation to this. He had to be sleeping, right? He was so used to sleeping in a bed with his wife, like me. Brett was probably somewhere in between sleep and the waking world, buzzed from one too many drinks at the bar downstairs. How awkward would it be if I lurched out of bed and made a scene of things on our first night? I still had to stay here with this guy for several more days.

Brett’s hand slid forward again. I felt his fingers give my thigh a gentle squeeze.

Afterward the hand froze. I was still frozen. This had to be intentional… but why? Was he really groping me? The idea of confronting him on something so vile was frightening.

Two fingers made their way past the end of my boxers.

Brett’s hand was so close to my crotch it made me shudder. I should have been disturbed. It felt creepy but… I still wasn’t pushing him away or freaking out. I just laid there waiting. Clearly his hand was sliding closer to my underwear. His big palm was now resting on my upper thigh. His fingers were so close.

He was awake. He had to be. Brett knew what he was doing. The realization was actually… thrilling. No human being had ever approached me in such a perverse way, let alone a guy. Yet the fingers slid closer. I felt the skin of my balls begin to writhe just from the proximity and the anticipation. Some tiny reverberation of energy shot through my shriveled dick. Brett was touching me. He was trying to do so without me knowing. A huge part of me wanted to bat him away like any sane person.

A deeper part of me wanted to wait.

This wasn’t my wife’s tiny hand. These weren’t the soft slender fingers of a woman. It was so much more forbidden. A man had his hand on me. I could feel the weight of his arm. The soft hair on his hardened leather wrist was something I’d never felt in such a private, tender area as my inner thigh. My mind coiled into itself. I wondered how much of this I’d allow.

The hard fingertips dipped toward the tender flesh where my leg met my crotch. My lips opened. I sucked in a breath before I could stop myself. I didn’t dare move. It wasn’t easy. My body felt like a white flash of lightning zapped straight through me. I was ready to bolt from the bed or flip over in protest.

Brett’s hand was still. The heavy tips of his fingers nestled into the fleshy crevice beside my crotch. His knuckles were inside my boxers now. A man’s hand was in my underwear. I wasn’t stopping him. The darkness began playing tricks on me. What if it was a dream? What if I had made too much of a mental fuss before climbing into bed that I was spinning up some strange dream where Brett was attempting to fondle me?

The darkness kept playing its games. I stared into the nothingness beside the bed, but my eyes started to see shapes take form. Brett had walked into the room naked. I could still see the swollen curves in his pale upper body. There was no way to keep myself from remembering the way his long limp dick had just dangled between his legs.

Was he that way now? Was Brett naked under the covers?

Each thought grew nastier than the last. Each one fanned heat through my veins, quickening my pulse until it beat its deafening rhythm against my eardrums.

Brett’s hand moved slightly. His fingertips grazed a fold of flesh near my testicles.

I kept thinking he wouldn’t do more. Surely he would back out, right? He had to fear waking me up! I could have stopped him. I needed to do something. I thought of the way he’d just walked into the room after his shower. He knew I’d looked. He knew I stared at his dick.

Brett slid his fingers further. They masterfully encased my balls as though he were holding a delicate flower. His thumb folded in. I tried not to react when it brushed the wrinkled skin of my dick. The man moved carefully, feeling his way over my flesh as though any of it might burst like a water balloon. Before long, my shriveled cock was resting gently in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.

I did nothing.

I wasn’t even sure why. It was such a filthy act. He was technically my boss… he was a fucking guy! Yet I lay silently and maintained the facade that I was still sleeping, even with his hand in my boxers and my cock and balls in his fingers. Brett was still breathing steadily. I felt his eyes peering through the dark at my face. I imagined his unblinking gaze while he stalked me like a predator, waiting for me to show the tiniest signs of life.

I wondered how much further he would go.

Could I just lay here? See what he did to me? Why did I want to? It already felt so odd to have such a big hand encircling my dick. Wouldn’t a normal person have awoken by now? Didn’t he know that?

I repressed every reaction I had when his hand began to tighten through my flesh. I could feel energy rippling right through his big arm. It was unspent though, his palm and fingers all taking care to barely squeeze at the crotch he held. Half of my brain screamed at me to jump out of bed. The other half wanted to reach down and feel the massive knuckles through my boxers.

Brett tugged so gently at my dick. My eyelids fluttered in the dark. His thumb slid up the back of my cock and over the soft rim around the head. I realized my flaccid dick had swollen in his hand a bit. Of course it was. I was cloaked in heat. Another guy was fondling me. My heart was beating erratically. How was I to stop the blood flow? I felt my dick pulse one time in Brett’s loose grip. There was no way he didn’t feel that. In vain I wondered if a sleeping person could be given an erection.

I didn’t want to stop him. A sick little part of me wanted him to keep going. Would he… try to get me hard? What then? Was I going to get hard?

Brett gave my dick another little stroke. I tried to act dead to the world. He gave me another. Jesus, was he trying to “wake me up”? My dick was growing more. I wasn’t erect, but I could feel how bloated my shaft was in the sweaty palm of my boss. Brett slid his hand down my shaft. I felt his fingers sweep over the sensitive flesh of my sack. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head.

The whole situation was wrong. As I pretended to be asleep, I was able to be honest with myself inside my own head. As vile as it was, I knew I liked it. I could only imagine what Brett was thinking in that moment. My thoughts grew darker. I hoped he was naked. That would make it more perverse. Was Brett… was he hard? Was this getting him off?

I strained my ears to listen for sounds of the covers moving. I heard none. I imagined the dangling thing I’d seen earlier. What if it was inches beside me, throbbing beneath the covers? Brett stroked his clammy hand up my cock at the same moment I pictured his erection. I thought of sliding my hand out to see if I could feel it….

The tiniest moan slipped out of my lips.

The two of us froze. It was barely even a sound. In the silent darkness, it may as well have been a car horn. My thoughts became a maelstrom of alarms inside my head. I remained still. It had just happened. The little sound had just floated up to the surface like an air bubble in the ocean.

It was the first time I’d heard a change in Brett’s breathing. His hand remained encircled around my cock. The strangeness of his hand inside the leg of my boxers returned. My heightened alertness made it feel even more obtrusive.

An hour seemed to pass. I knew better. The warm heavy hand just rested over my crotch. Then, I felt it gliding away. The fingers lifted away from my sack one by one. The thumb faded from beneath my swelling shaft. I felt only the slightest tug of my boxers as Brett removed his hand.

Just like that, I was alone on my side of the bed again. My thigh felt cold even under the covers. My dick was not erect, but it lay inside my boxers much fuller than before. I felt tiny twitches of energy leaving my flesh. I could still feel hard fingers grazing though my scrotum.

For a long time I just lay there staring into the dark. Perhaps I was waiting to see if Brett’s hand would return. It did not. I tried to make sense of what had happened. I thought of what I should do or say in the morning. Brett pulled his hand away after I’d made that stupid little sound. Did that mean he was scared I’d woken up?

Why did I just let him do that? I had a wife. So did he. Why wasn’t I repulsed my the thought of someone groping me in my sleep?

Why did I like it?

The following day didn’t allow for much time to dwell on the incident. Brett was awake before I was, already dressed and in full swing. I had to groggily drag myself to the hotel bathroom, shower, and make myself presentable. By the time I was ready to go, Brett already had a laptop case slung over his shoulder and a huge bag rolling behind him.

“Ready to do this, Will?” Brett asked me with a big smile.

I nodded back to him. Brett was still Brett, even though dreamy thoughts of the night before still drifted through my foggy memory. I could tell just by his demeanor that there was no way he would mention the previous night.

“I’ve got the pamphlets and the knickknacks,” Brett said nodding toward the rolling case behind me. “You just get the drone and the hardware if you don’t mind and meet me downstairs. Still got your pilot’s license, right?”

I scoffed and offered him a grin. “You bet, man.”

“Alright, don’t take too long,” Brett said. “Mingling is half the game. If there’s a Will there’s a way.”

The conference was being held in the giant venues within the hotel itself. The only thing I’d ever seen quite like it were comic book conventions. A sea of tables and vendor stations were situated in a one massive room, while just next door was a stage and viewing hall. Seeing the mass of different people chatting and milling about made my stomach turn.

I knew we’d be presenting the first day. I ate from the complimentary breakfast tables sparingly, feeling the nerves chewing at my insides. I mostly fidgeted with the drone, the remote, and the display at our table in the room filled with vendors. I wanted everything to go smoothly when it was our turn.

Close to midday, I stood silently behind a table on the stage. The transmitter in my hand became slick from my clammy palms. I tried to pay attention and listen for the cues that it was time to send up the drone. I was glad that Brett was in control of the slide show. I zoned out so many times in front of the packed room with so many dark faces expanding below. I’d have missed so many slides if I had the clicker in my hand.

I watched Brett. Maybe that was the problem. How he was able to stand in front of so many people from so many different companies and talk to them in such an inviting way was more than admirable. It made me wish I had that sort of charisma. Brett had the crowd laughing within minutes. His voice boomed through the speakers in the room. He stood so straight with his chest held high and his large hands emphasizing every word he sold to them. Everyone’s attention was on him. Including mine.

I kept thinking of those hands. I knew where at least one of them had been. I wondered if I could ever stomach going to the gym. Brett’s cleanly shaven head gleamed under the stage lights. The bulge in his shoulders could be seen from across the room. The clothes he wore were simple, professional, and fit him like they were tailor made for his masculine form.

I didn’t know if I had what it took to be the guy speaking. I’d have to eventually learn if I wanted to go further in this job. But to become someone like Brett? I knew just staring at him I wasn’t as adequate. He wove a spell over the crowd of would be buyers with not just his manly great looks, but some innate charm he commanded.

I thought of him naked.

I wondered if there were females in the crowd doing the same thing. I didn’t have to imagine. I’d seen it. Would he do the same thing again? Stroll around the room wearing nothing? I felt my pulse in places that I shouldn’t have. The thought of that thing bouncing with his every step made me warm all over again. I stared at Brett smiling and joking on the stage, but I saw the firm slopes of his chest and his thighs and–

“…And it wouldn’t be right to toss this snake oil all over you guys without a test flight, right?”

Brett turned his grinning face toward me. The warm fuzzy sensation that coated my skin vanished and goosebumps made my every hair stand. His eyes were on mine. It was irrational but I felt like he’d caught me, like the audience had caught me picturing the man naked. I shook the stupid fears away and brought the drone to life.

The blades whirred and the thing lifted off of the table. I blew out a steady breath and steered the thing right out over the people’s heads. I heard their reaction, relieved that I hadn’t driven the drone into someone’s forehead. I allowed myself to play with the device, lifting several feet to come to a dead stop, strafing the machine over rows of grinning people. The conference goers laughed and turned in their seats to follow the drone.

“Now good aerial shots are nothing without a little height, am I right?” I heard Brett say.

I took my cue, lifting the drone at lightning speed toward the high ceiling of the conference hall. I waited until the final moment to halt the machine, letting it hover just a few feet from the lights overhead. Again I played with the controls, working the device in slow circles and weaving around air ducts.

“No other bird has the range this thing has,” Brett kept saying. “I don’t care if you’re surveying, or mapping, or just wanting to catch people falling off water skis right out back here, you’re gonna wanna watch the display because you’ll lose sight of this guy quickly. The imaging it’s capable of….”

I’d grown so used to the drones that I forgot how easily impressed people were. Our presentation seemed to be going very well. Even the gruff beasts from the construction companies and the sticklers in the suits were enthralled by the circling machine in the air and the slick words of my colleague.

Much of my uneasiness dissipated after the presentation. Hopefully, the hardest part was behind us. We watched the other presenters, which admittedly were a bit lame following our act, and the day wore on.

Brett seemed enthused. For a while after the conference was officially over, I lost track of him. He was so much better at bouncing between people and chatting them up. I thought we’d never leave to grab a bite to eat, but we made a quick trip to town and back. Eventually, I allowed him to talk me into a trip to the bar down the hall from the conference room that afternoon.

“I’m telling you, a lot of these tired saps were really high on the birds,” Brett told me. “It’s not really about who’s doing the buying, it’s who’s selling.”

I nodded, sipping from the tumbler in my hand. Brett’s energy was still at its peak. I could tell he really enjoyed his job.

“I don’t know if I’ve got the way with words you do, man,” I admitted.

Brett waved a hand at me and finished his drink.

“It just takes time,” he said. “Tomorrow you’ll get the chance to chat people up, get to know some of them. You just can’t be afraid to jump in there, take some chances and feel people out.”

I felt a flush of warmth through my veins.

“I think the best way to get used to anything is experience,” Brett went on. “It’ll feel new and scary at first, but you’ll ease into it. I know you’ll be a natural. If you spend as much time with people as you do with the cameras and the drones? You’ll be able to talk the clothes off of these people’s backs.”

Brett motioned for the bartender. I took the opportunity to study him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt a bit. Even his neck looked so strong. I wasn’t a small guy, but Brett exuded confidence. I saw where it came from. I would have to get in shape. Of course people wanted to talk to him. He looked great. I wasn’t too proud to admit it.

The gentle glow of the lights over the bar only deepened the buzz I felt. The alcohol was doing its job, even though I was trying to take it slow. The floaty feeling in my body wasn’t the only way I could tell. I eyed the bigger man’s hands on the bar as he joked with the bartender. I could still feel the way they had squeezed me. I still remembered the darkness of the room.

I had to get good at talking. Using the confidence instilled by the alcohol, I decided to start with Brett. I took a fleeting glance around the bar to make sure no one was close by.

“Hey, Brett,” I said as the bartender walked away. “You care if I ask you something?”

Brett turned toward me on the stool.

“Yeah, shoot,” he said.

I steeled myself.

“Do you… remember anything about uh, last night?” I said.

I forced every word forth. It took several seconds before I could lift my eyes to my boss.

Brett stared back at me. His brows furrowed in confusion, but in one flash of a moment, I saw his eyes. They didn’t match. Something flickered like a match being struck behind his gaze.

“Here at the bar?” Brett said. “C’mon, I wasn’t hammered when I came in, Will.”

I shook my head, unable to maintain firm eye contact.

“No, later,” I reiterated. “In the room.”

I tossed another glance over my shoulder. I didn’t want to be heard. I slid closer to Brett on my bar stool, though I bit back a shudder being so close to the bigger guy.

“I felt you touch… my leg,” I said as hushed as I could. “Do you remember anything like that?”

It was out there. I forced myself to watch his reaction.

Brett took a sip from his new beverage. He chewed a piece of ice from the glass and studied me. For several seconds, his eyes bored right through me. I couldn’t gauge his lips while he noisily chewed the ice. Was he grinning? Wincing? It was maddening, even more so when his eyes darted lower while he apparently sized me up.

“Sure I do,” he said.

The words hit me like a splash of cold water. I’d expected him to weave a carefully crafted excuse, or to dismiss what had happened. He was admitting it?

“I must have gotten on your side of the bed, right?” Brett said chuckling. “You made some kind of noise, woke me up.”

The tension in my body began to settle. Still, I could only watch him. I wasn’t prepared for what to say in return. Brett was always prepared it seemed.

“You… y-you were sleeping?” I asked.

Brett nodded. “For most of the night. Look, I know it’s weird, but I did sleep like a bear. Maybe the one bed was a blessing, you know? I didn’t mean to wake you up, Will, sorry. Maybe it’s better you did, I could have been all over you.”

Brett laughed as he stole the final words. I offered a smile in return, but inside a plethora of emotions were tumbling in my guts.

Turning the tumbler up and killing his drink, Brett stood up. His body was right next to mine. I started to turn but his hand was already on my shoulder. He gave me a squeezed and leaned close to the side of my face.

“Look I promise if it happens again,” he said into my ear, “I’ll at least try a little foreplay first.”

Brett was chuckling as he stood up straight. He dug in his pocket and tossed a few bills on the bar. My jaw hung open while I scanned my brain for any response. None came. Brett squeezed my shoulder again. He pushed away from me playfully and tossed up a hand.

“I’m headed back up,” he said, still smiling. “Gotta grab another shower and I think I’m done. Don’t stay up too late, tonight. Got another day of this. You gotta crush em, tomorrow.”

I could only watch as he walked away. It was so easy, so casual for him. I was dumbfounded. Had he… admitted? To anything?

I couldn’t move from the bar for the longest time. I ordered two more drinks, slowly drowning myself in them. I tried to go over everything in my head, but I couldn’t decide on the answer to the riddle. The thought of returning to the room was daunting. Brett was going to shower again. How would I find him this time? People left the quiet little bar one by one. I was fixed in the same position for what seemed like hours. The warm sensation never left my skin. I couldn’t get his words out of my head.

I couldn’t get any of him out of my head.

It was late when I finally rode the elevator up to the room. A young woman about my age was on the elevator with me. I snuck a few glances at her. Aside from her polite greeting, she payed me no attention at all. I’d seen her at the conference. If she recognized me from our presentation earlier, she didn’t show it at all. I knew if Brett were in the elevator she’d notice him.

I kept my legs moving straight until I reached the door to the room. A sensation clouded my head, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. I couldn’t decide if it was dread or excitement. Maybe it was both. The card beeped and I winced as the door made a loud clunk as it unlocked. I saw the darkness in the room retreat from the hall as I opened the door. I shook my head trying to get a grip. Maybe he was asleep.

Brett was in the bed. The television was off. Everything was off. I glanced at the display on the clock. It wasn’t as late as it felt. Brett was clearly trying to get an early start in the morning. Or so it seemed. I could make out his shape beneath the covers, his huge arms bent beside his shaven head on the pillow.

He’s shirtless, something whispered in my head.

I shook the thoughts away and crept through the room. There was no way I was going to turn on a light. I had to dress down in the dark, careful not to make any sounds loud enough to stir Brett. I folded my pants, stuck the charger in my phone, and set my things aside.

I stared at the bed. All I had to do was lie down. Why did it seem so challenging? I considered the couch against the wall. The room was freezing. Maybe I could use my clothes as a cover? That was stupid. I knew it right when I thought of it. I took a breath and headed toward the balcony.

I stood looking out into the night, trying to decide what to do. Of course I was going to bed. Any other night I’d have told myself to stop being silly. The darkness in the room felt too familiar now. I could still feel Brett’s fingers squeezing around my shoulder.

And my dick.

He wouldn’t do that again. I’d said something. He knew that I knew. He was good with words, and he’d passed it off, but we both knew the truth. There was no way he’d stroked my dick in his sleep. Brett would have to be insane to try something that daring twice.

I felt insane for considering getting in the same bed again.

I had spoken to my wife on the phone in the bar. It didn’t help. I was just as glad to talk to her as always, and she was just as excited to hear about the conference. None of it matched the feeling of heading up to the room. The sensation was still there as I stood looking out at the lake. Brett was right inside. We’d be sharing the bed again. His body would be so close. I wasn’t sure if I was scared that the events of the prior night would happen again, or if I was scared because a hidden part of me wanted them to.

I stepped back in the room and slid the door shut as gently as I could manage. What light entered the room did so from the sliding balcony door. I could see Brett. His arms were still up by his head. Their meaty trunks dove toward a broad chest, barely concealed by the covers. A single leg hung wide, and Brett’s knee jutted out from the sheets.

I wondered if he was naked.

I felt crazy. It was thrilling. I couldn’t even think straight. The simple thought of getting in the bed seemed so wild now. It spread like fire through my body. I licked my lips, shocked my the very idea I considered. The worst that could happen was the awkward explanation I might have to concoct in the morning. The best case….

I didn’t let myself dwell on it. I just did it. I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall away. Tugging my boxers down, I stepped out of them and approached my side of the bed before I could talk myself out of it. I felt my shriveled dick bounce with each step. I knew it wasn’t as impressive as the one I’d seen the previous day. Tiny pulses of energy shot right down toward my crotch. I gently opened the covers and slid into the cool bed. I shivered as I sunk into place.

The ceiling felt like it was miles over my head. Even fastened under the covers I felt like I was drifting. I’d drank too much. I knew that. I was naked under the sheets next to another guy. I couldn’t believe it. The decision was done. I could hop back up and get dressed again. I didn’t want to. I felt alive. It was ridiculous, the nerves kept biting at my brain, but I welcomed the pressure.

The minutes seemed to drag on. A few times I tilted my head to sneak a glance at the man beside me. Brett’s pectorals swelled and sank with his breathing. I waited for an eternity. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was expecting. It wasn’t as if he’d immediately lunge for my privates the moment I came to bed.

I tried to close my eyes and force myself into sleep. My head didn’t stop swimming. My heart wouldn’t stop jumping in my chest. I was so eager for anything to happen. The anticipation was eating at me.

I scooted closer to Brett.

It was only a few inches, but I could feel his heat beneath the covers. The warmth made me shudder. I inched closer, daring to ignore the reasoning voices in my head. He was still a couple of feet away, but sliding closer felt like I was about to be on top of him.

Brett rolled over. His big body shifted. His torso turned toward me. I froze, frantically wondering if I should shut my eyes.

Brett’s eyes blinked open. He stared right at me. I didn’t move. He inhaled, and I watched his broad chest swell beside me. I couldn’t trace the movements of his eyes, but they were moving.

“I didn’t know if you got lost or what,” Brett said.

His voice hummed through the dark. I stared back at him, stricken with shock. The daring part of me dissolved. Brett snorted, and a little grin tugged at his lips.

He reached down under the covers and slid his hand up my thigh. I sucked in a breath. Brett’s fingers fanned out wide before his palm closed around my leg. His fingertips grazed my bare genitals.

“Is this you putting yourself out there?” Brett asked me in a low, taunting tone.

When he said it, his hand went further. A huge meaty fist closed around my shriveled dick.

I gasped. Brett smiled wider. There was no hiding. I was naked and he obviously knew it. His hand opened again and again. Brett fondled my flesh in his grip, by balls bulging between his fingers and my pulsating dick twitching in his palm. I could only stare back at him in awe of what was happening. It was really happening.

For a while I let him touch me. The two of us just stared at one another. I felt my dick growing. Brett felt it too. His fist squeezed even tighter at the firmness in my shaft. I twitched when his thumb rubbed under the head of my dick. He started to stroke me, pulling my flesh until it grew hard in his hand.

I finally found the words.

“You did this… last night?” I said.

Brett grinned. “I did, didn’t I?”

“You were awake,” I stated.

Brett scooted closer and tightened his hand like a vice on my hard cock.

“So were you,” Brett told me.

I blinked, my eyes widening from the revelations. A bulky body slid close to me. The heat of the man poured across my naked body beneath the covers. The chill had left the sheets. I could feel Brett’s heavy breaths on my face.

I licked my lips.

“Why?” I asked. “I don’t… were you not worried I’d freak?”

Brett shrugged a meaty shoulder. “You didn’t. You felt what I was doing and you let me do it. I know you wanted it.”

It was such a blunt way of putting it. It hit me squarely in the chest. I knew he was right. Brett was always right. He tugged his big hands up to my tip and played with the head of my dick. I made no move to stop him, not then or now.

“B-but, you’re married,” I stammered. “Aren’t you… doesn’t it feel wrong?”

“You tell me,” Brett replied.

He punctuated the thought by laying his heavy leg across mine and squeezing my shaft tightly. I tried to suppress the sound behind my lips. He still heard it.

“Try it,” Brett said. “See what it’s like and tell me if it feels wrong.”

For a second I just stared back at him before realizing what he was saying. I could see it in my mind. Thoughts of the world outside the room or the covers became distant. Turning onto my side to face the man, I reached beneath the covers under a huge arm. I felt his warm thigh. It was a start. At first it felt so strange to tighten my fingers into the thick hairy leg. Soon I was groping him. I explored his flesh, marveling at his body. I was surprised at how satisfying it felt to clasp my hand on such hard heavy flesh.

Brett watched me as my fingers inevitably drifted lower. When I felt it I made a sound. The cock was just sagging there on his leg. My fingers worked to fasten themselves around the soft flesh. There was a weight to Brett’s dick that I wasn’t used to. I squeezed it. The tender thing deformed in my fist. Brett grinned at me and eased his hips forward. I kept fingering and feeling my way up and down his meaty shaft. It was so smooth. Even his balls felt slick and slithery.

“Not half bad, is it?” Brett asked.

His face seemed so close. He was still pulling at my hard cock. Brett’s hands knew exactly how to stroke me, each squeeze and tug perfectly gliding right to my tip. I began to mimic the man’s motions. The dick in my hand was so much bigger. I made the familiar motion, stroking the shaft. I could feel it throb to life in my grip. It was a sensation I knew I’d never forget. I grew quickly addicted to pulling at those pulsations, and feeling the thing grow in my hand.

“Oh my god,” I breathed.

Brett chuckled, releasing my cock. He moved closer. I almost shrank from his approach, sensing the gravity of his body enveloping me.

“It’s like I said,” Brett told me. “You can’t always be afraid to take some chances and feel people out.”

Brett’s leg slid around me. His heavy body rolled onto mine. He was on top of me. He reached behind him to pull the sheets higher before sinking down onto my body. Our naked forms became one. Brett’s thick pectorals mashed into my softer chest.

The man kissed me. I kissed him back.

As if out of some learned reflex, I welcomed his face onto mine. Our mouths moved together. Both of our tongues swiped across our lips again and again. Brett pressed into me with a force I’d not ever felt. I pressed back, rolling my eyes into my head and accepting what he gave to me. My hands slid around him to search across tight sloping curves. I pulled at him, hoping to seal our bodies even closer.

It was overwhelming. Kissing another person this way with our bodies laced tightly was enough to put me in a trance. What really scrambled my brain was feeling Brett’s thick cock flat between our stomachs. My own dick strained beside his. I felt his balls draped over mine. His body writhed, and I could feel the erections glide between us.

I couldn’t press into him hard enough. He thrust his hips down and mashed his dick into me. The force was enough to make my arms and legs weak. This was nothing like Stephanie. The hulking body on mine was a far cry from my wife’s tiny body. It wasn’t just size, it was the power I felt from Brett’s every motion, an eagerness that I shared and attempted to force back into him.

Brett pulled his lips from mine. We breathed into one another’s mouth.

“You’re a natural,” Brett told me with a hint of a grin.

I shook my head, still gasping when his rolling thrusts mashed their way into my smaller form.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted. “I’ve never even… I’ve never done this before.”

Brett’s hand swept down my cheek firmly. He held me by the side of my jaw.

“You feel just fine to me,” Brett said.

His tongue darted at my lips. We shared a few kisses. I was still shaking my head, perhaps from disbelief. I couldn’t add it all up in my head. It just felt too good to stop.

Every time our bodies moved the slightest bit, I felt that dick climbing across my body. It throbbed against me. The smooth tip prodded at my stomach. There was so much energy in that thing. It was alive and channeling every excited heartbeat from the man on top of me.

I clutched Brett by his lower back, pulling each gentle thrust down into me. I knew how it looked. The thoughts tumbled in my head. I could feel the sweat between our bodies. Smells filled my every breath. The masculine aroma from under his arms should have repulsed me. I inhaled deeply and groped at the tight flesh beneath my hands. Being engulfed by this man in such an intimate way was intoxicating.

“I don’t even know what to do,” I said. “I don’t… know….”

Brett mouthed the words over my lips, his voice humming through my skull.

“Just let me do everything,” Brett offered.

His cock mashed across mine. The two swelled against one another.

“Do you want me to?” He asked.

I kissed him again, lost in the pit of writhing flesh I’d become a part of.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I wasn’t sure I’d even meant to say the word. Brett sealed my lips with his and wove his tongue though my mouth again. I accepted the kiss, now allowing his forceful embrace to take over. His tongue went so deep in my mouth that I thought he might lick my tonsils. I sank into the mattress and spread myself beneath his hard body.

Brett lifted his hips. I immediately missed the feeling of the thick cock on my waist. His mouth moved to my neck. He kept sinking lower. The covers rose behind him. His tongue traced circles around my naval. Tingles shot to my fingertips. His mouth kissed my skin until his cheek was right beside my nodding shaft. I could see it all. I tucked my chin low to watch the man suck the skin of my inner thigh into his mouth with enough force to curl my toes.

My cock bounced. It brushed his face. I felt a hard cheekbone against the tip of my dick. Brett turned his face. I stopped breathing. He did not, and I felt every hot breath wash over my shaft. He wasn’t watching me. His eyes were on my erection.

I felt his lips against my shaft. It jumped. He placed another kiss on the underside of my dick. It swelled again, pressing up into his face. He opened his mouth, sliding his lips closed around my hard dick just under the tip.

I felt like jerking my hair out. I clutched the sheets in my hands. Cool air tried to invade the space between us, but Brett seemed to radiate with enough energy to cloak my naked skin. His mouth kept working it’s way upward. I watched his lips purse wetly across my fattened tip.

Brett lowered his jaw and pushed his head down around my cock.

My hand shot to his shoulder. I steadied myself. I saw my tip slide back out of Brett’s lips again before it dove back into his head. I let out a moan from my gaping mouth. Fingers fastened around the root of my dick. I felt his palm on my balls. Brett’s upper body pinned my thrusting hips to the bed. My dick jutted upward, sealed firmly inside his mouth.

Brett slid his head all the way down. My legs straightened and I cried out. My other hand shot up to land on a smoothly shaven head. It was so strange. A man had my dick buried in his face. My whole cock was inside Brett’s mouth. His tightened his jaw and mouthed my firm shaft.

I cried out again when I felt his tongue. It was so huge it felt like it wrapped around my dick. Brett turned and twisted his jaw, working his lips and tongue right back up to the top of my skin. When I thought I might see my head pop free again, Brett lowered his jaw and plunged down to my balls again.

The sensation sprung me forward. I was up on my elbows. My fingers dug against the smooth bald skin on Brett’s skull. I felt his fingers cinch down tightly on my shaft. The head of my cock bulged inside his mouth, and he punished it with his tongue. Each gasp of breath I took was punctuated by a moan. Brett rocked his jaw in circles, his head working back and forth. I could feel his taste buds slithering up every vein in my dick.

My hand tightened on his shoulder. I knew it was the best blowjob I’d ever experienced. Brett had clearly done this before. I felt a deep burn in my crotch. He must have known it was there, because he applied suction and coaxed the feeling up to the tip of my dick with his tongue. If he kept this up, I knew he’d force me to cum. The very thought was absurd but I didn’t dare push at his body or his head. I wanted him to stay down there and suck the cum right out of my cock.

I stared in awe. I was actually letting a guy do this to me. My thighs hung open wide. Brett’s upper body was enough to spread me apart. His hulking shoulders loomed over my crotch while he worked his head up and down my shaft. I didn’t look away. I had to watch it all to make sure it was really happening.

Right when I thought I might explode, Brett’s lips dragged right down to my balls. I let out a groan and allowed the man to press my thighs back with his hands. His tongue swirled through my balls, leaving no sliver of flesh uncovered. My entire crotch was dripping wet, but Brett still didn’t stop. His face moved lower. My legs were pushed further back.

My eyes shot open wide.

Brett’s fat tongue slid down across my asshole. He didn’t seem to care that I wasn’t shaven down there. I felt the flat of his tongue sliding across every ripple of tight skin. The tip prodded and dug. I watched my dick jump erratically at my waist above his head. Brett allowed his face to sink between my ass cheeks. He stared up at me past my dick while he spread saliva through my crack.

The sight of it caused the tip of my cock to burn. I thought I could feel a drop of precum swell out of my slit and leak down the back of my swollen head. I didn’t necessarily derive any sort of pleasure from the ring of my ass being licked, but the act itself blew my mind. It was so dirty. I couldn’t believe Brett had gone that far. At no point would I have ever dreamed this guy would have his face buried between my ass, licking and sucking at my hole.

Brett’s face hovered above my ass. He gave me a dirty grin and rubbed at my asshole with his thumb. My vision blurred as my eyes crossed. I wanted to jerk away… but I also wanted to press forward.

“Bear with me for just….”

When he said the words I felt pressure. Something slipped into me.

“… A bit,” Brett finished.

The tip of his thumb had wiggled into my ass. My first reaction was to tense up. My thighs tightened and tried to close. Brett held at least one of them aside. The sound that came up from my body was a stammering, guttural moan.

There was no pain. It just felt odd. Maybe a bit too odd. I felt how tightly my asshole hugged Brett’s thumb. He gave it the tiniest wiggle. My body responded in ways I couldn’t control. My hips lifted, but my legs spread apart this time. My cock stood straight up toward the ceiling.

Brett pressed his thumb further. His tongue dove to lather my asshole with moisture. I couldn’t be sure how much of his thumb climbed into me, but I felt it wiggle and curl as it went.

Then, the man tilted his wrist and worked his thumb into a place I could feel deep behind the base of my dick.

“Oh… fuck!”

The words just popped free from my lips. A dull prodding sensation filled my entire lower body with a jolt of energy.

“Feel that?” Brett asked me.

I looked at him. He rose just a bit to plant a kiss on the underside of my cock. When he did, his thumb pressed inside of me and sent the blunt shockwave through my ass right to the tip of my cock again. I moaned loudly. It felt like being tickled, or massaged firmly, or violated… or all at once. My dick throbbed up at Brett’s face. He chuckled.

“Yeah, you feel it,” he said.

Brett lifted himself until he was on his knees. The covers rose like a tent behind him until they fell away into the dark. My naked body was spread open beneath him. Brett squatted between my thighs with his legs apart. I could see his long cock bobbing at his waist. Brett’s bulky naked form looked so intimidating near the end of the bed.

His thumb still writhed inside me.

“Does it feel like you might explode?” Brett asked me, his voice humming through the dark.

He pressed against the spot again. I groaned and nodded back to him, unable to even speak an intelligible word. My dick stiffened, bloated and aching.

Brett removed his thumb. Part of me felt empty. I was able to relax but in seconds wanted the sensation to return. My cock fell back to nod near my naval. The huge guy began to shift his knees, closing toward my body as he went. I felt his thighs beneath mine. His hands gently took my legs. A larger cock than mine slid across my balls and rubbed itself along my length. I watched, mesmerized by how small I looked in comparison to literally every part of Brett’s body. Then I tensed up, realizing the way Brett was positioned.

He eased his hips back and slid his big dick through my crotch again. The fat head bent and prodded against everything in its path.

“This is a tough sell,” Brett told me. “But hear me out.”

His hips pulled back once more. His heavy dick fell below my balls. When he pressed inward again, my breath hung in my throat as his tip hung in the skin just behind my balls. He kept pushing, letting me feel the force behind his thick shaft.

“Imagine if I had something that could fill you up enough,” Brett said slowly, “that it could hit that spot over and over.”

He emphasized by pressing his tip firmly against my exposed skin until it jabbed upward beside my balls.

I gasped. I knew what he meant. There was no way in my right mind I’d let anyone do that. But I hadn’t been in my right mind all night. Each time Brett pressed his cock against my flesh, jamming himself beneath my balls, I prayed he’d point the thing lower. My hole still ached from the absence of his thumb. I wanted to feel that hot spot again, and the electricity it sent through my groin.

“It may be scary at first,” Brett said grinning. “But you’ll ease into it.”

I felt his round tip sliding lower. He was guiding his erection with his fingers. The head rubbed down across the wrinkled ring of my asshole. I gawked at the man. In the darkness, time seemed to crawl in that instant. A huge, naked, marvel of a human being was poised between my open legs. I could feel him breathing from where I lay, his toned chest swelling. I couldn’t quite see Brett’s eyes, but his hulking form loomed over me and his face stared right at me.

This was impossible. His dick rubbed and pushed at my asshole. Everything else felt like a dream except for that. The touch of his hand and his cock anchored me in reality. I held my breath waiting for it to happen. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t scoot away or protest.

I didn’t know what to expect. I imagined the tip might slide in slowly. I thought it might feel like going to the bathroom, except oddly in reverse. I wasn’t prepared for what came next. The pressure built on my sensitive ring of tight skin. My ass did not ease open. It felt like nothing was going to happen. Brett held his firm cock in place, even as the force of his gradual pressure shoved back through his shaft.

Brett’s cock burst through.

My asshole dilated in an instant. A yelp shot out of my body. In less than a second it felt like several inches of the thing had rushed into me. I knew that couldn’t be right. I wriggled on the bed until I realized it made the intense pain worse. This was nothing like his thumb. Brett’s cock swelled inside me. It stretched my hole to fit tightly around his pulsating shaft.

Brett had hardly moved. He’d taken his hand off of his cock, but he now held my hands and just looked down on me. My body was clenched. My toes curled and my calves tightened into knots. The pain of being spread around this guy’s cock was unbearable. I waited for it to cease. It didn’t go away. The words Brett had said kept looping in my head. Ease into it, ease into it… god it had to get better.

I was gasping. I stared down my body in disbelief. It was done. Brett’s dick was in me. I’d made the leap. Strong hands clutched my legs and held them wide. My eyes darted up and down the naked wall of curvy flesh towering above me. I was accepting what was real. My hunky boss, with his toned body and meaty arms, had his dick inside my ass.

Brett pressed forward. I couldn’t even see him move, but I sure felt it. The dull ache in my ass spread. Brett’s cock opened me further and climbed deeper. It could have been an inch. It felt like he was splitting me in half. I cried out again. The girth sank into me. Behind the pain, the fullness in my ass made my own erection stand straight. The thing inched inward, the whole process felt like it took an hour. I felt a sack of hot flesh brush my ass cheeks. Brett squeezed my thighs as if to comfort me in some way. His dick throbbed inside of me, tickling the walls of my ass with his pulse.

Brett pushed once more. Tiny drips of warmth hit my stomach. Then my cock erupted.

I sucked in a deep breath and locked it in my lungs. I stared wide eyed and watched while the tip of my dick fired shots of cum across my stomach. It wasn’t just something I felt just in my shaft. I felt my insides tightening. My asshole was drawing in, but each time it seized it was met with the firm resistance of Brett’s thick flesh. From the slit in the head of my dick, all the way through my shaft, right to my ass I felt shockwaves of energy racking my body.

I was finally able to gasp, as though I’d nearly drowned. My naked flesh was glazed with flecks of semen. My erection lost strength with each wobble and nod. Each muscle in my body began to relax one at a time, but I trembled as I sank into the mattress.

A man hunkered at my legs with his dick buried inside of me.

I felt violated now. Embarrassment welled up through my chest and pushed at the knot in my throat. I immediately wanted to leave. I didn’t know where I’d go, I just wanted this to stop.

“Well that was wild,” Brett said.

I heard him chuckling. I stared up at the man. Shame was beginning to cloud my mind. What the fuck was I doing? I’d climbed into bed hoping something like this would happen? Was I serious?

I slid away. My asshole ached with renewed swells of pain as the huge dick was tugged from my body. I felt the tip fall away. I swung my legs aside and scooted toward the edge of the bed. Brett simply sat there. He’d made no move to stop me. He’d released my legs and said nothing.

“I… sorry, I have t-to go,” I sputtered.

I did not look back at Brett.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” I blurted.

I stood. Brett said something, but I was in too much of a frenzy to pay attention. Something about “it’s fine” or whatever, I couldn’t hear him. My thoughts were a buzzing swarm. I found my boxers on the floor, snatched up my shirt, and ducked into the bathroom. It felt like a freezer in there. I didn’t care. I shut the door behind me and flipped on a light.

I stared at the frail guy in the mirror. My face was pale. My eyes were frozen and dazed. Even as they adjusted to the blinding bathroom light, they remained open and unblinking. I looked mad, or in shock. Maybe I was.

Brett’s cock was just inside of me.

I couldn’t believe it. Had I really let that happen? My eyes finally darted down my naked body in the reflection. I saw my flaccid dick. A translucent film coated the pitiful thing. The slimy tip looked so discolored and swollen. Milky drops still leaked from out of my slit to the floor.

Brett made me cum. He didn’t even touch my dick. Was that even possible?

I spun toward the toilet and lifted the lid to sit on the icy seat. My pulse beat at my temples. I stared at the door fearing that at any moment Brett might knock or call out to me. Instead I endured long moments of dead silence. The only thing I could hear was the way my breath sputtered out over my trembling jaw.

I kept trying to relieve myself. I peed, but nothing else happened. My asshole felt hollow, giving me the sense that I needed to go. Nothing happened. My hole wasn’t exactly gaped, but my insides felt so spread open. Sitting there, I was so ashamed. I couldn’t forgive myself for being seduced into something so vile.

I remained on the toilet for what had to be an hour. I refused to go back out into the room. I couldn’t face Brett. I couldn’t face what I’d done. Wearily folded up on the porcelain, I rose knowing I’d eventually have to leave the bathroom. I thought of packing my things and leaving. That was dramatic, and too cowardly. I just couldn’t think of how to move forward.

When I finally mustered the nerve to leave the bathroom, I put on my clothes, turned off the light, and pulled open the heavy door as stealthily as I could. Creeping back through the room wasn’t easy. I couldn’t see a damn thing. Maybe that was for the better. It meant Brett wasn’t sitting awake watching TV waiting on me to come back. In the dim light from the sliding balcony door, I could see that he was in fact lying in the bed. Brett was on his stomach, his head to the side on the pillow. Even if he wasn’t truly asleep, I was thankful that he didn’t stir as I snuck back across the room.

Without looking back, I pulled open the balcony door and left the room. I shut the door not caring if I woke Brett, then flopped into one of the cushioned chairs that overlooked the dark lake beyond.

I tried to let my mind go blank. That was impossible. A million thoughts hit the surface of my mind like torrential raindrops. I couldn’t process a single one. I wondered if I were still drunk. I thought of Stephanie. What I’d done was a betrayal, first and foremost. I could never tell my wife that I’d cheated on her. I certainly would never be able to admit that it was with a guy shoving his dick into my ass. It would be a horrible secret I’d never get over. I thought of how awkward work would be going forward. I shared an office with Brett. I’d never be able to look at him the same again.

I slid lower in the balcony chair. It wasn’t just an accidental touch or a quick brush of experimentation anymore. We’d kissed. We’d made out like young lovers, actually. Brett sucked my dick. He’d been inside of me. I couldn’t get over that. The most baffling thing was the way Brett made me cum. I stared out at the night, feeling the ache in my ass. I remembered the way my asshole had tightened around his dick. It felt so different to orgasm without so much as laying a finger on my cock.

The way it had shoved through me… one long push was all it had taken. A piece of his body was in me. It was alive, pressing back at my insides.

I shook my head. The regret was real. But so was the throb deep in my groin.

I felt like an idiot.

It wasn’t like there were many other choices. Right when my eyes blinked open, the soreness in my neck was evident. I rubbed the back of my neck and lifted my head. I would definitely regret this later. The balcony chair was actually very comfortable, but I’d fallen asleep slouched to one side with my head dangling low.

I looked to see if I could spot the sun peeking up over the trees yet. The sky was still a hue of navy blue.

Brett was leaning on the railing.

It caught me off guard to find him there only a few feet away. He was bent at the waist, propped up on the rail on his forearms. A small cup of coffee rested between his hands. He stared out at the lake. When I saw him, I froze. The sight of him coupled with a gentle morning wind sent goosebumps racing up my arms.

Brett was only wearing a small pair of briefs.

The man turned his head when he noticed I’d stirred. He offered me a grin.

“You’re gonna regret that,” he told me.

I blinked at him.

“What?” I asked.

Brett nodded toward me. “Sleeping in that chair. You’re probably in for a rough day.”

I didn’t respond. Brett simply sipped his coffee and stared back out at the lake and the town beyond. From my seat further back near the wall, my view consisted mostly of Brett. It was the first time I’d actually just stared at him in the light. The sun wasn’t even up, but now I could admire his body.

I told myself not to. At first I wanted to avert my eyes, remembering how out of hand things had gotten in just two nights. I just couldn’t help it. Every bulging part of Brett’s body was too enticing to look away from. I scanned every bit of smoothly toned flesh. I’d never looked at a guy’s back, or anyone’s back, and wanted to touch it that badly. Even the guy’s tight ass cheeks looked muscled and powerful. I wondered how a guy’s ass might feel if I gave it a squeeze.

“It’ll finally be your turn today, Will,” Brett told me.

I looked up at him. What… was he saying? I felt my heartbeat quicken.

Brett turned around to face me, leaning back and resting one meaty arm on the railing. I couldn’t understand how his chest and midsection could look so soft and inviting but still so firm.

“There’s usually plenty of people at the booth,” Brett said. “There will definitely be your fair share of potential clients to talk to. Time to shine, man.”

I swallowed and nodded. I did my best not to stare. I picked a spot in the trees beyond the railing, feeling the larger man’s oppressive gaze upon me.

“Don’t worry about it,” Brett said. “I know you’ll be nervous, but you’ll settle in.”

I watched Brett take a sip from his coffee. His huge arm lifting such a tiny cup looked almost comical. My eyes inevitably fell. I could see it. If I’d have worn the same pair of underwear, it would have looked like a little pouch in the front. The flesh was packed into Brett’s briefs, barely confined by the cotton fabric. I could easily trace the curve in his fleshy shaft, as well as the perfect shape of the big head.

“You kinda left me hanging, Will.”

My eyes shot up. Brett was staring at me. He knew what I was staring at.

“I… look, it’s just… really weird for me,” I managed to say. “I can’t keep–“

“It gets easier,” Brett said.

He stepped forward. I wanted to shrink back against the cushions, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to seem intimidated. The tight pair of briefs came within a foot in front of my face. When I looked up, I was staring past hills of hard flesh at the grinning face of my boss. His eyes sparkled knowingly.

“Trust me,” he said, hooking his thumb in the front of his briefs. “All it takes is a little taste.”

I held my breath. For a moment I was sure he’d tug his underwear down and let his dick flop free. I waited… eagerly. No matter what I told myself, I wanted to see it.

Brett stepped back into the room and slid the door shut.

I shook my head and exhaled, silently cursing myself. Was it that easy? Two seconds of being around Brett seemed to be enough to hypnotize me. I wanted to keep denying it. I wanted to keep telling myself that last night was a colossal mistake brought on by imbibing far too much alcohol.

Then why was I so disappointed when he didn’t pull his underwear down again?

By the time I’d calmed down enough to enter the room and get ready, Brett was yet again already dressed. He was chatting on the phone with someone from work. I tried to act as though it were any other day. As I gathered my things to shower, I could hear him bragging about the presentation and how many clients were already interested to see more of the drones. I tried to clear my head and remember that I still had a full day of work ahead.

Being among crowds of people made things a little better. I was able to mostly forget about the events of the previous nights, even if the soreness in my neck kept trying to remind me. I opted to stand at the booth just as Brett did, in front of a table and our display. Stacks of pamphlets, key chains, and business cards flooded the table. The drone was on display. Huge images of topographic maps and high definition images stood on easels behind us. Normally, I’d have been the guy behind the table, handing out the whatnots and jotting down client information.

This time I threw myself into my work. I had to focus. I looked at how Brett was standing. I held myself erect and rolled my shoulders back just like him. I was nowhere near as striking as he, but it felt good to hold myself with confidence. I watched how Brett approached people, what he said to them and how he casually smiled. I employed so many of the same techniques. I was shocked to find how many people were willing to stop and chat with me. Many of them even joked about the prior day, claiming that I was extremely good at flying the drone. I joked with people heartily and offered them my phone number as opposed to Brett’s.

At one point, Brett clapped me on the shoulder. The familiar grip of his hand was there, and I had to chase certain memories away.

Brett gave me a grin.

“I’ve got to hit the head,” he told me. “Cover the booth for a bit?”

I nodded, trying to maintain eye contact with him.

“Do what you gotta do, man,” I said.

Brett heard the volume and confidence in my voice. He smiled all the wider. No sooner than he walked away from the table, I recognized the young woman from the elevator approaching my table. We met eyes and to my surprise, I stepped forward. I held myself tall and offered my hand, and the two of us introduced ourselves. I even complimented the way she looked. Ms. Gibbons was striking after all, wearing a white blouse I could nearly see through and a black pencil skirt. She couldn’t have been no older than I, and the two of us fell into conversation about my company and hers very easily.

We chatted for quite a while. I’d forgotten about Brett. It took concentration not to get lost in the young woman’s beautiful smiling face as she listened to me talk about the capability of our drones. When I began showing her pictures from a recent surveying contract we handled, the young woman brought herself close to my side. With the way my morning started, this new charge of energy was only building on the arousal I had been trying to suppress.

A text message bubble dropped onto the screen. I saw that it was from Brett, and I swiped it away, apologizing quickly to Ms. Gibbons. We chatted for another long while until we finally exchanged business cards. Even as I said goodbye to the young woman, I had to maintain my composure. I watched her walking away, unable to keep my eyes from drifting down to the backside wrapped in the pencil skirt.

Ms. Gibbons was only about twenty feet away when she ran into Brett. I could see the two of them chatting. The young woman motioned toward our booth smiling enthusiastically. Brett dwarfed the girl, standing with his chest out and his hands on his hips. I lifted my hand to wave to them, but then tried to act like I wasn’t paying attention to the exchange.

I saw Brett’s big hand gently touch her shoulder as he leaned in smiling. He brought his face close to her ear. I noted the way the young woman bristled. Brett was whispering to Ms. Gibbons, which only set me on edge. The woman’s eyes widened the slightest bit. She turned a fleeting glance over me before smiling once more to Brett.

I had no idea what the hell the two were discussing, or why Brett was whispering to her. I told myself it was completely normal. I’d seen Brett do this all day. He had no reservations about being in a clients personal space. And why would he? Most people, especially the woman, welcomed his proximity. My skin had flushed warm, though. I’d seen her look at me. What had Brett told her? Little bursts of memories flooded my mind. There was no way in the span of a few minutes he’d told her… that. He wouldn’t.

I felt the soreness return. Only now, it was a simple dull ache. I shifted on my feet, but the motion only allowed me to feel the throb in my asshole even more. I was trying to ignore it all. One day left. That was all. Disturbing images and emotions were whirling up inside of me again. I felt like a disgusting pervert standing there in front of the booth thinking of what I’d done. I could still feel it pushing its way through me….

I remembered the text. Brett had sent it while I was showing Ms. Gibbons the aerial shots on my phone. I returned to the chair behind our table and sat. Opening the messages on my phone, I tapped the most recent message from Brett. My mouth fell open, but I snapped it shut. I tugged the phone in close, fearful that prying eyes may catch a glimpse.

Brett’s dangling cock filled the entire length of my screen.

I immediately closed the tab and locked the screen. Heat filled my face. I stuffed the phone in my pocket and vowed to not take it out again. That message had come through while I was showing pictures to Ms. Gibbons only moments ago. I trembled, relieved that the photo itself hadn’t displayed atop the screen.

I nearly jumped when Brett took a seat beside me. He didn’t notice. He was already leaning close. I held my breath, wondering what he might say.

“Just in case you haven’t noticed,” he said in a hushed tone, “we’re doing extremely well. I’ve already got a load of contacts interested in a surveying contract.”

Brett leaned away and showed me an approving smile. I could still feel the color in my cheeks. I scanned the crowd of people for Ms. Gibbons. I spotted her, but she was already in another circle of business suits chatting with other conference goers.

I looked at Brett. “W-what did you say to the woman you were just talking to?”

Brett’s smile grew into a pearly grin.

“Ashley Gibbons,” he stated. “She’s been to a couple of these before. I think she’ll be calling us.”

I licked my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was the time to bring it up. I kept picturing it all in my head. By body felt lukewarm. I could feel my palms growing clammy. Just the thought of the picture made a few parts of my body throb. The way she’d looked at me… the timing of that text… what was that about? Was Brett insane?

“I… I know, I talked to her,” I said. “I w-was wondering… what you whispered to her.”

I saw a flash in Brett’s eyes. I watched them drift up and down my face.

“You sold to her, man,” Brett told me. “I told her to make sure to specifically call you next week. That you were the guy she wanted to go through.”

I just stared at Brett. I suddenly felt silly for thinking it could have been anything else. I blinked and allowed myself to breathe. A small grin formed on my face. Inside I felt so exhausted from my mind turning flips. Part of me was glad that this was the final day.

“Look, don’t get too excited,” Brett cautioned. “I know it’s just a conference and plenty of people take the cards and the literature and say they’ll get in touch with us. But Ashley works for a government affiliated group out west. And even if no one else gets back with us, I think you’ll definitely be hearing from her. We’ll definitely have reason to celebrate tonight.”

The mental gymnastics continued in my head. The elation I felt at a job well done was quickly heightened when I heard Brett’s last sentence. I could only look back at him in disbelief. There was something about the way he looked at me, like he himself was trying to contain his excitement. But for what? When I looked at him, I wasn’t seeing my boss or a guy congratulating me for my first actual deal. I was seeing that picture I knew I now had in my phone. I was imagining the guy naked in the bed.

As if he were reading my thoughts, Brett reached over and clapped a hand high on my thigh. His fingers squeezed the same spot I’d first felt him touch two nights ago. His fingertips were so dangerously close again, but now he grabbed me and shook my thigh with a huge smile.

“Great job, Will,” Brett said. “I knew we’d get to see the real you out here.”

Brett still hadn’t come up to the room.

It was getting late. The materials we’d brought along for the display at the booth and the demonstration were packed away in the company SUV. It took several trips, but I was determined to be done with the hotel. I’d finished packing all my things and my luggage was standing upright near the dresser.

I sat on the balcony once more watching the sun fall below the horizon. I tried to clear my head but my mind kept spinning right back to the same thoughts. Texting my wife helped… and it didn’t. She was excited to see me again. I felt the same, but I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel. Could I forget all that happened? Or when I kissed her would I think of….

Brett had still been mingling with several old friends in the business downstairs. He was a very social guy, and at the moment I didn’t mind. I needed to be alone. He’d mentioned celebrating. I wondered if he was at the bar downstairs yet again waiting on me to turn up.

The few days felt like a confusing blur. I was ready for them to be over. I had to get back to some kind of normalcy, to sleep in my own bed next to my wife. I knew the trip would be weird and stressful, but I’d greatly miscalculated the reasons why. I hoped that leaving the hotel behind would make it easier to forget.

Sitting on the balcony, it was impossible to forget.

I gave in to the temptation. I tapped through several screens on my phone. The picture in the message filled the screen. I blew out a slow breath. Brett had taken the picture in the bathroom earlier. His trousers were still fastened but unzipped. Hanging out of the front of his pants was his drooping cock. I remembered how it felt in my hand, how thick and firm it had grown. I shuddered remembering the thing splitting me open and burrowing deeper into my ass. The soreness was gone but I could still sense its shape pushing through me, as though I were recalling some sort of ghost limb that was no longer mine.

I locked the screen of my phone and stood. I couldn’t believe I still felt this way. I wanted to leave the hotel, sure, but I knew I was lying to myself thinking I regretted everything. One look at that picture was proof enough.

I stood and stepped back inside. Shutting the sliding door, I found my charger on the desk and plugged in my phone. I made a mental note to not forget to grab the charger in the morning. I’d taken two more steps across the floor when I heard the loud beep and the clunk of the hotel room door.

Brett entered the room and walked right over to the dresser. He nodded to me a offered me a grin. I stopped in my tracks and watched him.

“Hey, Will,” he said. “Sorry, I got caught up with a guy I used to work with downstairs. You didn’t have to load all that stuff yourself.”

I waved my hand, trying to look anywhere but in Brett’s direction.

“Uh, no big deal,” I said. “Just ready to be gone I guess.”

Brett emptied his pockets and turned to face me with a single eyebrow raised.

“All work and no play, huh?” Brett asked.

I tensed up.

“Hell, I started to suggest we find a local dive and stay out all night,” Brett said. “Of course I know we got a long drive ahead of us, though.”

“Yeah, I could use the sleep,” I told him quickly.

“If you say so, man,” he replied.

Brett shrugged his big shoulders. Then he casually began unfastening the buttons down the front of his shirt. He wasn’t looking at me. Behind the fabric, I could see the thick slabs on his chest. I should have turned away and went about my business. I couldn’t. I just kept staring.

The man glanced up, and I felt like a spotlight had been cast over my body. I licked my lips and scanned my brain for a way to act casually.

“You excited about going home?” I asked him. “To your wife?”

Brett grinned and let his shirt hang open while he unfastened and removed his belt.

“Sure,” he told me. “But we’re together almost every waking minute. Not sure she’s excited to get me back. That means she has to put up with me.”

Brett just let his trousers fall. He stepped free of them, picking them up to fold them neatly. I let my eyes travel up his strong curvy legs. When he turned, I didn’t look away. I stared right at the bulk of flesh packed snugly into the front of his underwear.

The man had stopped and was looking back at me. I saw something familiar in his face. Brett leaned back against the dresser. His shirt drifted open near his midsection, exposing his tight stomach.

“Are you and her… okay?” I dared to ask.

Brett smiled. “Yeah, of course. Why?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. It still ached from sleeping in the balcony chair.

“Does she know about… things like last night?” I asked.

I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it. I felt like diving off of the balcony. I stood my ground, bearing the weight of the bigger man’s gaze.

“Be less fun if she did, I guess,” Brett said.

Hearing his words made my groin ache. His wife didn’t know. Neither did mine. Nor would she ever. I expected it to make me feel worse. It didn’t. I stared at the bulging flesh behind his open shirt. Brett stood there waiting. I chewed the inside of my cheek. I knew if I walked over there he wouldn’t stop me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I needed to walk away if I wanted to keep my sanity. I wasn’t gay, no matter if I’d given in to curiosity the night before.

It would be the last chance I’d have.

The thought struck me like a knife in the chest. Brett stood there patiently. He knew. If I let the night pass by, I’d leave the hotel and perhaps never have another moment like this one again. Whether I wanted to face it or not, my dick was getting hard just standing there a few feet from the man. The outside world was gone. I didn’t have to put on a face or pretend like I hadn’t thought of Brett’s dick all day.

I walked over to him. My hands slid inside his open shirt and around the bulk of his midsection. Brett let me do it. Immediately I lost myself. My hands squeezed at his tight skin, never satisfied with just one spot. Before I knew what I was doing, the man’s tight ass was in my hands. We were so close together now.

I looked up into his face. Brett was wearing a knowing little smile.

“I told you,” Brett said. “All it takes is a taste.”

I shuddered. Feeling the bulk of his ass cheeks through the underwear wasn’t good enough. I slid my fingers through his underwear and tugged the mounds of thick flesh into my palms. I stared into Brett’s eyes as I did. There was no way I’d leave the hotel without doing this.

“I don’t get it,” I said to him in a hushed tone. “I… I’m not gay or… I’m married and I’ve never once thought of….”

“You want what you want, Will,” Brett told me. His hand slid around my shoulder up to the back of my head. “It doesn’t really have to make any more sense than that.”

Brett was better with words. He told me exactly what I needed to hear. I wanted him. To my shock, I let myself go. I leaned in and placed my lips on his. Arousal bloomed within me like a mushroom cloud. My whole body trembled and grew weak. I gripped the firm ass in my hands so that I wouldn’t fall. Brett’s big arms welcomed me in. His mouth opened and our tongues found one another yet again.

I’d never kissed anyone that way. Just the action itself was raw and desperate. Brett and I wove our tongues and our lips together slowly, but with an eagerness that drew our bodies tighter. I had to taste more. If I was all in, I wanted to go the distance. Soon I was kissing his hard cheek and sucking on the thick trunk of his neck. A huge hand held my head and guided me along.

I sank lower. I was amazed at how satisfying it was to tear my mouth across the expanse of a single pectoral muscle. This was not the soft doughy flesh of a woman. The skin was stretched so tightly here. Eventually I planted my head near the rounded base of the single muscle and found Brett’s stiff nipple. I sucked it into my mouth as hard as I could. I heard the breath rushing into my nose. Brett was letting the shirt fall away from his shoulders. I saw the crease of flesh where his bulging arm met his body. His hands were in my hair. Spiced aromas from his underarms filled my nose. It was intoxicating. That was a man’s smell, one I was familiar with. I crammed my face into Brett’s chest and whirled my tongue over his nipple.

It still wasn’t enough. I was hungrier. I was on a single knee now, mouthing the guy’s abdomen. His stomach was so hard. My hands were diving lower. The waistband of Brett’s underwear was tugged further down his ass by my wrists. The fabric stretched, sliding down the man’s waist. I saw it happening. I saw the skin below his navel appear. The maddening sensations within me only grew exponentially. I jammed my hands deeper into his underwear behind him until the base of Brett’s cock was visible in the front.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was already down here. I was already kissing and groping the guy like a pent up virgin. I needed to see it. I dug my fingers behind the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down his big thighs. I kept pulling and pulling, desperate to reveal the full thing.

The cock still sagged low but wagged free of the underwear. Not even the bulk of Brett’s huge thighs could make it look less impressive. Shades of pink and red stretched down its length. A swollen vein curled down around one entire side of Brett’s dick. I could smell him. I thought of how Stephanie smelled when I put my head between her legs. This was nothing like that. The scent was musky and overpowering. I thought I could feel the heat on my face. I watched his dick lifting with each beat of his pulse.

I didn’t wait for him to get hard. I didn’t look up at Brett. What I wanted was right there. I took the thing in my fingers and pointed it into my open mouth. My lips stretched wide and the shaft filled their shape. A fat cock head slid through my taste buds. I bobbed my head and felt the massive tip peel through my lips. I shoved it back in and watched the shaft enter my mouth.

I couldn’t believe how amazing it was. The living thing responded to everything I did. I swiped my tongue around the head and felt it swell back into my mouth. I dragged my tongue across the bulbous vein and the shaft stiffened in my fingers. A heavy pair of hands rested on my head. I was aware of every labored breath above me, and the huge chest that swelled forth. I could hear tiny moans from Brett. It made me greedier for more.

I leaned away to catch my breath. It hadn’t even been a minute and I was gasping through wet lips. I stared at the glistening dick that twitched in my hand. I tilted it up. I tightened my fingers around it. I was in awe of the thing I held and the power it held over me. I could think of nothing else. I didn’t care what anyone might think in that moment. Raw sexual energy coursed through my veins. I could feel the same energy filling the piece of meat in my hand.

I shoved the cock back into my mouth. I sank to both knees and let my hands fall to Brett’s big thighs. I still felt the soreness in my neck as I worked my head back and forth. Each time the shaft plunged toward my throat, it pushed my jaw open wide. The motions were so fluid, but every jab of the cock beat at my throat forcefully. I realized Brett’s hips were moving. I watched the abs above my eyes writhing and rolling.

I don’t know how long Brett fucked my face. I was content to let him shove the thing into my mouth as long as he wanted. There was a moment where I felt like I was watching myself sucking dick. The awareness that I was on my knees in front of a muscled guy letting him do this to me should have disgusted me. My eyes crossed and rolled toward my forehead. I began to moan each time the fat cock head rammed my neck.

I gulped the dick up from my lips again. I had to breathe. When I did, I felt fingers tugging at the shirt I wore. In an instant it was pulled over my head and tossed away. Brett’s big hands took me by the arms and lifted me to my feet with ease. My wet lips gasped right in front of his face.

The look he gave me was intimidating, but set my insides ablaze. The man’s eyes were almost glazed and yet a fiery focus burned right through me. Before I even realized what was happening, Brett was shoving my pants to my feet. He advanced, and I had to move back quickly to not trip over my own clothes.

I fell to the bed. I sat upright, suddenly aware that Brett was now completely naked. We’d moved so fast. I saw flesh bounce with the man’s heavy steps. He was on me in seconds. Our faces met. He didn’t seem to care about the saliva smeared on my chin. Brett wound his tongue through my mouth and crept over me. I sank further under his weight. My legs opened out of some innate reflex. Brett lay between them. His huge chest settled upon me.

Brett pinned me to the mattress and kissed me. There was no darkness to hide what we were doing. Lamplight gleamed from the man’s head and his mountainous shoulders. My eyes shot open wide when I felt his erect cock prodding across my cotton underwear. I dug my fingers down the skin of his back.

Brett pulled away. His face was right in front of mine.

“I think we need to finish what we started, don’t you?” He said, bringing his lips down to brush across mine as he spoke the words.

A dull throb filled my entire groin. I remembered the pain of the previous night. It should have been enough to dissuade me. I remembered the fullness, the way he felt deep inside me. I might never get to feel that again.

I nodded. “Do it.”

Brett cocked an eyebrow at me and thrust his lower body up across mine. I felt the impossibly stiff thing digging and straining.

“You sure?” Brett said. “I don’t even have to give you a pitch?”

I shook my head. “Just do it.”

Brett mashed his lips to mine once more and pushed himself away. I was left cold on the mattress while he turned and stomped back across the room. I stared at the ceiling dazed. I wondered if I really meant it. I glanced down to see Brett fiddling with his luggage. I had no idea what he was doing. When he stood and stepped back between my legs, I was able to marvel at his naked body in the full light of the room. I scanned his toned upper body, down his tight abs to the bouncing erect cock jutting up from between his thighs.

I still didn’t think I was gay. If I was, I’d picked a hell of a guy to be gay for.

Brett was rubbing his hands. I blinked, realizing they were glistening and oily. Just when I understood what he was doing, his hands clutched my underwear by the waistband and pulled. In one swift motion, Brett jerked my boxers free and tossed them aside. One of his hands slid down my inner thigh beside my balls and went right for my ass. The other wrapped around my nodding dick.

I groaned loudly. Fingers slid deftly across my asshole. A few times they pressed so firmly I thought one of them might slip inside of me. I braced for the penetration that never came. The length of my cock was assaulted by a tight oily palm. My entire shaft felt like it was being hit with tiny electric shocks.

Brett stood up and slid both of his hands around his cock. I watched him. The moment began to sink in. The muscles in his forearms and biceps rolled and contracted. The fat head of his dick malformed in his grasp again and again. I stared at him. It was like watching someone load a gun or sharpen a knife. The hairs on my body stood on end.

Brett smiled down at me. That predatory look still sharpened his gaze.

“Think you can stay put this time?” His hands slid off the end of his dick to let it stand on its own. “Or should I hold you down?”

I was speechless. I watched Brett gently lift both of my legs. He climbed into the bed below me on his knees. I swallowed, but the knot in my throat didn’t go down. My thoughts swarmed through my head like flies. In a single instant, I thought of backing out, rolling from the bed, calling my wife, grabbing the thick chunk of flesh and stabbing it in, flipping on my stomach so as not to watch, begging him to put it in….

I lay petrified with my legs open wide and my groin exposed to a huge naked man. I said nothing. I held my breath.

A velvety head rubbed at the tight wrinkles of my asshole. I stared up at Brett. He stared back into my eyes. His body eased forward. I felt the contraction building like a coiled spring in the man’s cock.

My asshole spread around the head and sucked it inside.

I finally exhaled. As I did, I let out a loud broken moan. The pain returned. Now I was more focused on the feeling of the twitching bulb inside of me. It climbed deeper. I spread my thighs wider. Brett sank closer over my body. I thought I could feel the vein on his dick slide through me. The man was close enough that I could grab him. I did. To my surprise, I clutched his sides near his waist and pulled at him.

Brett obliged. My ass opened further deep within.

My own cock was jumping. I only noticed it when a hard body lowered itself against it. My balls spread in their sack and bore the weight of the man on top of me. The dick inside of me tugged back. It was easier than before. The pain was not as intense. The fullness was just as satisfying.

My eyes bulged from their sockets when Brett pressed into me again. The huge cock plunged deeper. It touched places I’d never consciously felt before. I thought it could go no further. It did. My head fell back and I cried out. There was no pain this deep inside me. Only the twitching of a live cock.

I finally felt the man’s balls flatten against my ass cheeks. Brett wiggled his hips and settled himself against my crotch. His arms encircled my upper body. His broad chest smothered mine. Once again, I was staring into Brett’s face, breathing each breath he took.

“Oh my god,” I heard myself say. “Oh my fucking god!”

Brett chuckled. “Don’t worry, I promised to take good care of you.”

Brett fastened his lips over mine. We kissed, much more slowly than before. I worked my tongue across his and basked in the sensation of being smothered by a man. His body was bigger than mine. I probably couldn’t wiggle free if I wanted to. I didn’t. The engorged thing inside of me twitched with life and held the walls of my flesh apart.

The hips that pinned mine lifted. Air rushed into my nose. The cock inside of me drew back. It might have been an inch or two. It felt like it was a mile. Then, I felt the fat head fighting its way back through my body. I let out a loud moan into the mouth that sealed mine.

Our bodies locked again. The cock was firmly seated into its place in my ass. I writhed beneath Brett, realizing that I could feel the thing shift and twist with every move I made.

Brett tugged it back and eased it forward again. I could feel it climbing through my ass each fraction of a second. His hips lifted and he did it again.

He was fucking me. Brett made sure to move slowly, but the man was fucking me.

Why was such an obvious fact was such a revelation to me? Of course he was. I couldn’t wrap my brain around it though. Two nights ago he’d touched me in my sleep. Last night I’d cum from the mere penetration of his cock. Now I was pinned beneath Brett feeling him pump his dick into my ass.

It was incredible.

Our lips never fully parted. Every now and again, our tongues would dart at the other. The heat of our bodies was sweltering. I felt Brett’s hard torso grow slick as it slid back and forth on my body.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Brett gasped into my mouth. “If… if I go any faster, I’m going to bust.”

The force of the words reverberated through my entire body. Against my own will, my asshole seized around the shaft locked inside of it. I stared at Brett dumbfounded. Again, it should have been obvious. How else did I expect this to end? Part of me wanted him to do it. I wanted to know what that felt like.

But I didn’t want it to end.

“Then keep… going slow,” I told him.

I saw the corner of his mouth tug up into a grin.

“I take it you like it better tonight?” Brett asked me. “We gotta plan these trips more often.”

The cock continued to push through me. Our bodies slowly rocked on the mattress. I thought of the bed, and the way Brett had touched me the first night. He’d grabbed my dick. He’d stroked me. Then I remembered the picture.

“You planned all this,” I said. “You… knew what you were doing?”

Brett stared at me. He never stopped grinning. For a while I thought he wouldn’t say anything. He just kept rocking his hips slowly. I hooked my legs behind him, welcoming the cock deeper. I felt no pain.

“I booked one king,” Brett told me.

My jaw fell open when the cock shoved through me with more force than before.

“I slept ass naked the first night.”

Another powerful thrust jabbed the stiff dick deep.

“I was ready to get fired if it meant I could sleep with my dick against your tight little ass.”

The moan I let out turned to a stuttering gasp when Brett’s body clapped into mine. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Just when I tried to settle on one, the meaty cock drew back and rammed through my asshole. Brett knew all along what he’d do. It felt dirtier now that I’d given in. He wanted me, and he was getting what he wanted.

“Is this why you… p-picked me for the trip?” I stammered.

Brett’s hips rolled in gentle circles. His dick twisted and slid in and out of me.

“Doesn’t have to be complicated,” Brett told me. He kissed at my lips. “I wanted this, and I knew you’d be great for the job. It can be both. I just… wanted to see if you were up for some fun, too.”

I kissed him back, amazed at how I felt no more pain. Brett’s cock was exploring every inch of my insides, and it felt incredible.

“Does this… mean that you’re gay?” I asked timidly.

Brett pressed his hips in slow. The length of his dick filled my ass. It kept burrowing until I felt his balls against my cheeks down below. He watched as I sucked in a deep gasp that didn’t seem to end.

“Does that feel good?” He asked me.

I nodded. My eyes whirled in their sockets.

Brett chuckled. “Then what does it matter?”

I reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck. I pulled him into my face. His hard jaw opened against mine and our tongues writhed wildly. My other hand sank until I was able to clutch a handful of his ass. I couldn’t pull him in enough. He was right. What did it matter? We were two adults having a good time.

Brett’s body eased off of me a few inches. His waist began to roll. The long dick in my ass tugged back so far I thought it might fall free. It didn’t. The sounds I made I couldn’t control. Brett’s entire cock pumped in and out of me. His ass cheek clenched and released in my fingers. The speed of his hips built. His body clapped against mine. A huge pair of balls slapped at my skin.

I still clutched the man even as his muscles began to tense. Lines formed in his neck. His jaw grew firm and square. The entire bed rocked. My fingers fought for a grip on his sweaty skin. I clawed at him, begging to draw him close again. His rigid body had found its pace, though. The oily friction in my ass began to build heat. So many inches of girth beat its way in and out of me with alarming ease.

“W-Will?” Brett gasped.

I looked into his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Brett licked his lips before I saw his pearly teeth.

“God… I’m about to….”

I hooked my legs in tighter. I needed it. The simple tug gave Brett his answer and spurred his motions.

A sharp pain dug into my stomach when Brett’s hips slammed into me. His jaw fell open. He made no sound. I felt how locked his entire body was. I knew it was happening. Brett pulled back slightly and slammed into me again. I accepted the assault. The huge dick in my ass had somehow bulged and stiffened even more. The man pulled back again and again, throwing himself against me in an attempt to bury his erection as far as he could.

I felt the warmth seep into me. Brett’s cock felt so slick now. I blinked, watching as he finally let forth a series of moans. His arm buckled. Brett’s heavy body collapsed on top of me. His chest pressed me into the mattress with his every erratic breath. I could feel the base of his cock twitching in the ring of my asshole. Even that felt slimy. I couldn’t tell if it was from the oil or….

I squeezed the man’s ass. His body was now draped across mine. My thighs ached from being spread wide. I ignored the feeling. Instead I focused on the dick that throbbed inside of me. I imagined that it was still dribbling cum. I gently whirled my hips, feeling how slick everything felt… even inside.

Brett turned his face toward mine. For a while we just stared at one another gasping for air. I still wiggled beneath him, feeling his cock lose a bit of strength inside of me. When I couldn’t resist anymore, I pressed my lips to his. I couldn’t get enough of this feeling. Whatever it was, or why, I didn’t care. It felt dirty and devious. I loved it.

When our lips finally parted, Brett lifted himself on his hands and pulled away.

“Jesus Christ,” he said looking down at me. “That was amazing.”

I smiled wearily. Brett stared at me a few seconds longer, then I felt his hips drawing away from my body. A fleshy dick started to slither from my ass.

“Consider your debt paid, Will,” Brett chuckled.

I tightened my ankles behind him. With both hands, I clutched the tops of his ass and tugged his hips closer. It was an odd sensation. I’d only felt the intense stiffness inside of me. The long cock slid back in all the same. I locked my legs in deep and held Brett there.

He looked at me. I saw his grin.

I nodded up at him. “You ever go for two?”

Brett held himself over me for a few seconds. Then, he sank back onto my body. I welcomed the wet heat and squeezed his ass back into place.

“Never have,” Brett said, bringing his lips close to mine.

I spread my thighs open.

“Never know until you put yourself out there,” I said.

“Baby I think your ride is here!”

I set my coffee cup in the sink and finished the last bit of eggs on my plate. Wiping my hands on a towel, I adjusted my shirt and headed into the living room. I wasn’t late. I knew we’d be waiting at the airport for another hour and a half. Still, I hurried through the house trying to calm my breathing as I went. It was no use.

I lifted the handle on my luggage and wheeled it toward the front door. Stephanie emerged from the hallway just to my left. She was still working an eating into place. Her makeup was done. She was beautiful. Even in a simple blouse and skirt, her figure brought the outfit to life. She lit up when she saw me. Stephanie hugged me, and I squeezed her in my arms.

When we pulled away, we held each other by the arms. Stephanie gave me an exaggerated pouty expression.

“Aw, I’m gonna miss you, though,” My wife told me.

“It’s just for the week,” I reassured her. “I’ll be back by Friday night and we can stay up late watching movies.”

Stephanie cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep, there bud,” She scolded me.

I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips and her face felt so soft against mine. Our faces parted and we shared a few seconds that seemed to drift. Her eyes sparkled. I couldn’t help but smile.

“I wish I got to travel,” Stephanie said. “Seems like you’re always going somewhere fun.”

I rolled my eyes and reached for my luggage again, slinging my laptop bag over my shoulder.

“Yeah, trust me,” I said, “you aren’t missing out on anything. I promise you by the second day I’ll be dying of boredom.”

“Well, please be careful,” Stephanie reminded me. “Call me when you guys land?”

“You know I will,” I replied.

I gave Stephanie a final peck on the lips before dragging my luggage out the front door and down my front steps.

“Love you!” She called to me.

“Love you, too!”

The SUV was still running. I opened the hatch and stuffed my luggage and laptop bag in the back with the rest of the bags. I waved once more toward my front door before I climbed in the passenger seat.

I buckled myself in. Brett pulled the shifter down and eased away down the road.

“Hey, man,” I said casually. “Got our tickets right?”

Brett smiled and looked over at me. “You know my plans always come through.”

I scoffed and grinned out the window.

“Right,” I said. “I’m expecting a heart shaped hot tub at the condo.”

Brett laughed. “That might be outside of our travel expenses, Will. Do you know who you work for?”

“Well, lead the way boss,” I told him.

Brett’s smile only grew. He shook his head and stared out the windshield through his sunglasses.

I leaned into his peripheral vision.

“What?” I asked.

I saw the way the man shifted in the seat. His hand squeezed at the steering wheel.

Brett shrugged. “Actually, I was hoping to let you take lead this time. You know… let you get used to throwing the pitches for a change.”

I stared at him. Brett turned a familiar grin toward me.

“I think you’ll like it.”

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Erotic story preface:

This story takes place in 1997, a year after Merri took me to bed in The Nurse and The Nanny. I suggest reading that story first in order to give this one much needed context.

Dedicated to the real life Merri: your patience all those years ago developed my love of all things erotic and kinky, and your friendship now is a constant source of joy. Thank you.

Like the other story involving my friend Merri this one is about sexual emotion as much as actual sex, so be patient.

It’s a flashback story, that takes place in 1997. Writing it that way was important to me because there are several elements to this story that are based on actual events in my life.

As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don’t worry about std’s or the need for birth control.

Featuring:

Merri: A thirty year old nurse who hired me as a nanny fourteen months before this story started.

Sabrina: a fictionalized version of myself at age twenty-one. By this time, I was still an awkward dork, but my relationship with Merri had gone a long way towards bringing me out of my shell. She convinced me that my sexual desires were normal and that my sexual needs were nothing to be ashamed of.

IsabellaEmily

I’m Sabrina. Let me tell you another piece of my story.

It was November of 1997 and I was in my second year of community college. I was a few months past my twenty-first birthday, and still pretty shy and awkward around crowds, but that had changed a lot over the preceding year.

I’d been working for Merri since the start of the last school year, starting as an after-school babysitter, and quickly taking on some cooking and cleaning duties for the busy single mom and her kids.

Before too many weeks of employment were over Merri took over the rec room on the bottom floor of their split-level house as her own bedroom, complete with walk in shower and hot tub, and unofficially promoted me to ‘nanny’.

Along with the new title came her old master bedroom upstairs. This gave me my own bathroom and closet space, so I could stay over whenever I needed to.

Since she worked second shift, we found it was easier for me to stay over most nights, and my parents approved since the job afforded me plenty of time to study.

My relationship with Merri was comfortable, and I’d come to regard her as a sort of big sister. She shared tips about makeup and hair with me, and we’d often stay up late together talking about boys and dating and movies.

Before long I grew comfortable enough to ask her some dating advice, and that added a dimension to our relationship that quickly came to include talking about sex as well.

Since my only experience up to that point had been masturbation I had a lot of questions, and Merri was very intuitive about some of my worries and worked to reassure me that my fantasies and interest in kink were perfectly healthy and normal.

One night in early December a blizzard came through town, shutting down all the schools and cancelling almost everyone’s plans. Her ex-husband was a teacher, so the kids got an unexpected long weekend with him, and Merri was sent home from work early.

With just the two of us alone in the house we sat up late talking, and the conversation became very sexual and flirtatious, and she tenderly took me into her bed, and guided me through receiving and giving my first sexual pleasure with a partner.

That evening obviously changed things between us, but not in any awkward or frustrating ways. We didn’t start sharing a bed, or being necessarily romantic with each other, or even try to define what had changed.

Instead, we simply added something new to our already existing relationship, and that was an element of sexual exploration. She was happy to teach me things about my own body, and about how to arouse hers.

I was still primarily attracted to guys. All my romantic fantasies involved guys, and whenever I experienced a crush or attraction to someone it was almost always a male. But Merri had helped me confront the reality that sexually, I was equally drawn to both genders.

I discovered that her arousal could add to my own, and that my arousal would increase hers. Together we shared hours of orgasmic exploration and pleasure.

She worked second shift, and I’d often fall asleep on the couch waiting for her. When she got home, she’d wake me up and lead me into her bedroom, where we’d take turns exploring each other’s bodies and sharing orgasms.

Usually, I’d retreat to my own bed afterwards, partly for appearances sake, and partly because both of us wanted to be careful not to over complicate our friendship and sexual relationship with any ‘living together’ baggage.

Most mornings I’d get up and get the kids off to school, letting her sleep in. Once they were gone, if I didn’t have to head out to class, I’d crawl back into bed with her and snuggle until she got up at noon.

Sometimes the snuggling led to one of us becoming aroused, and those midmorning lovemaking sessions proved to be my favorite. They were unhurried, exploratory, comfortable, and each of us felt free to do what we wanted.

Sometimes we would masturbate side by side. Sometimes one of us would masturbate while the other watched. Sometimes I’d finger myself to orgasm while she gently held me. Sometimes we’d finger each other or be excessively oral.

I learned to ask for what I wanted or what my body needed, and she was patient with me, sometimes making love to me softly and slowly, and other times aggressively rough as she used my body for her own pleasure.

When the kids were with their father for the weekend we’d sleep in the same bed after having sex, or in the living room in front of the fireplace, or in my bed upstairs. Basically, we’d cuddle together and fall asleep wherever we happened to be when we were done pleasuring each other.

Over that long winter she taught me how to increase and prolong the need to orgasm, until the need to tip over the edge into pulsing abandon became deliciously unbearable.

I was more than happy to learn from her, and perversely enthusiastic about trying out all the different ways I’d been imagining sharing pleasure.

Thanks to Merri I was now able to admit to myself that being drawn to women wasn’t something to be ashamed of or something I had to ignore. While I still craved sex with a male, I now embraced that being attracted to other women was a part of my life.

As much as I’d been enjoying my time with Merri, I was ready to take another step.

I’d found myself fantasizing about being fucked by a real cock.

Physically I was no longer a virgin.

I’d remedied that a while ago during a long masturbation with a round bright pink plastic hairbrush. It wasn’t very big, but over the course of many months I got used to the sexual satisfaction of having something push into my wet pussy.

As for being penetrated by a sexual partner Merri had taken me past that point with a vibrator one Saturday morning in January when we’d been alone for the weekend.

It was something we’d planned for and talked about, and the night before she’d let me use my fingers and tongue to cause her several orgasmic surges of pleasure.

After she’d had her third orgasm, she’d pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed on top of me and proceeded to spend nearly two hours on foreplay.

She’d kissed, touched, rubbed, licked, caressed, and tickled every inch of my body until I was shaking and begging for an orgasm.

She’d then taken me into the shower and scrubbed me from head to toe, and then we soaked in her hot tub.

My body was in a state of arousal I’d never experienced before and soaking in the dark room with scented candles flickering was equal parts relaxing and exhilarating, with her fingers and toes randomly brushing against my skin and causing my body to needfully respond.

After the soak we crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep with our nude bodies pressed against each other. I spent the night having a series of sexual dreams, and several times I woke up with my pussy wet and throbbing with her hand gently cupping me in her sleep.

In the morning she woke me up by kissing and licking my breasts, and my body responded by picking up right where it had been the night before.

She’d crawled up next to me and wrapped one arm around me, gently holding and kissing me while her other hand guided a vibrator along my inner thighs and against my wet lips.

After what seemed like hours of kissing and teasing, she’d pushed the vibrator against my opening and worked it up inside me.

I’d expected a bit of pain, but instead I felt a sharp stinging sensation that was almost pleasurable, and then it was quickly replaced by a feeling of being erotically stretched and probed by the stiff toy.

Just as I’d gotten used to the feel of it inside me she turned it on and pressed her lips to mine, and I felt a delicious buzzing deep inside my cunt as the toy massaged my most sensitive parts from the inside.

I whimpered and grabbed at her body with my hands, sucking on her tongue and feeling my hips begin to grind against the mattress out of my control.

My whimpers were replaced by moans as my pleasure grew and grew around that buzzing toy. When the sensations became too much, I closed my eyes as tight as I could and clenched my entire body, quivering with tension until it gave way to a pulsing explosion.

I howled and howled as those quick and steady vibrations teased my cunt through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, pleasure welling up within me and bursting so many times I lost count.

Eventually the pleasure turned into a peaceful feeling, and I fell back asleep, with the now quiet vibrator still inside me and her fingers gently tracing a pattern on my inner thigh.

When I woke up, she was staring at me, looking deeply into my eyes.

“Wow.” I whispered.

“You’re not a virgin anymore.” She said quietly.

“I think that went away way back the first time you made me cum.” I answered softly.

“I think you’re right.” She said. “But now it’s official. Your beautiful and delicious cunt has been fucked.”

She leaned in and kissed me, and before the day was over both of us were fucked by buzzing vibrators as we held each other and shared several orgasms and whispered endearments.

The vibrators were only things we used when we had the house to ourselves, and that added a special element of pleasure to them.

We still shared orgasms together almost nightly, and the talks we shared together late at night continued to be both erotic and lustful.

But I had yet to experience a real cock and found myself thinking about that more and more as the year wore on. By the time fall was ready to give way to winter again I found myself more and more preoccupied with the thought of a real cock penetrating me.

Finally, the Friday before Thanksgiving, with the kids with their grandparents for the weekend, Merri and I were up late cuddled together on the couch, holding hands, and watching an old slasher movie with the volume low.

Our conversation was veering back and forth from the movie to sex.

“What does it feel like?” I asked her quietly as our eyes were glued to the television.

“Being stabbed with a pitchfork?” she asked. “I imagine that it probably hurts like a bitch.”

“Not that.” I giggled. “A real cock. How different does it feel from the vibrator?”

“A lot better than the pitchfork that’s for sure. Just ask Titsy Blondegirl laying on the barn floor there.” She gestured towards the television with a handful of popcorn. “She’s had both in the past four minutes.”

“Based on her screams though she enjoyed the pitchfork more.” I offered, stuffing popcorn in my mouth.

“That’s a fair point.” Merri agreed. “But she looks like she’s tried out lots of cock in her young life. That’s the only pitchforking she’s ever going to get.”

We giggled together, watching yet another cheerleader wander into the creepy barn to look for her horny friends.

“But a cock feels a lot different.” She said. “A lot.”

“Better?” I asked. “Or just different?”

“It’s better because it’s attached to a real person, and if you make them hard then you know you’re making them feel good. It’s sort of like proof that you’re doing it right.” She said.

“I didn’t think of that.” I said. “But I never have to get the vibrator in the mood. It’s ready whenever I am.”

“It’s not hard to turn a man on.” She giggled. “But it is fun to feel his cock react to the things you can do to it.”

“So it’s better?” I asked. “You know, while it’s inside?”

“I don’t know that thinking in terms of one being better than the other is the right way to consider it.” She said. “They’re both different, and the differences can make each one really great.”

“A real cock can’t vibrate.” I agreed. “But doesn’t it feel sexier?”

“It’s hotter.” She said. “A stiff cock is really warm to touch, and that heat feels so good against your lips and clit.”

I didn’t say anything, but my eyes were glued to Merri, the movie forgotten, as I felt my belly tighten.

“But vibrating isn’t the only perk of a vibrator,” she continued, “the vibe will never do anything you don’t want it to do. It won’t cum and get soft before you’re done, it won’t pull out and try to stick itself into your ass or mouth.”

“Mine’s been in my mouth.” I giggled. “And so has yours.”

“True,” she conceded, “but never at the expense of my orgasm. Guys sometimes pick the worst moment to make that switch.”

“What about when they, you know, cum?” I asked. “What does that feel like?”

“That’s absolutely heavenly.” She said. “Another thing that no toy can compete with, is feeling a cock throb inside your hole as it pumps a bunch of slippery cum up into you.”

“Wow.” I whispered. “I want to feel that.”

“Which part?” she whispered.

“All of it.” I said. “I love everything we do together Merri. I never imagined orgasms could feel the way they do when you and I are together. But I really do want to try a cock.”

“Well the holidays are coming up.” She said with a wink. “Unless you have your eye on a specific guy maybe I can arrange something.”

“Really?” I asked. “Are you serious?”

“Of course.” She said. “What sort of sex mentor would I be if I didn’t help you find some a real live erection to play with?”

I giggled and blushed at the same time, aware that my panties were positively drenched with my lust.

“As long as you’re really ready.” She said. “Take a few days and think about it. It will always be there if you wait. But once you cross that line, you can’t go back.”

I nodded and put my head on her shoulder, knowing that her words made sense, but wishing there was a man here right now to push his cock into me.

We sat silently for a few more minutes, staring at the movie in the dark room, enjoying being close to each other. She shifted a bit on the couch and pulled me against her so that I was leaning my back against her.

Under the blanket her arm wrapped around me, and I felt her fingers pulling at my shirt until I felt her fingertips against my bare belly.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, savoring the skin-on-skin contact.

She traced her fingers down to my belly button, tickling me there for just a moment before moving down even further. She worked her fingers into my jeans, and I felt my panties stretch as she pushed her fingers past the elastic waistband.

I felt her fingers against my pubic hair and then she found my clit.

“Oh fuck yes.” I whispered, shifting my hips as I felt her finger against the stiff evidence of my arousal.

“You’re fucking soaked.” She whispered, her mouth against my ear. “Do you want to finish the movie and cum later, or cum now?”

“I want to cum Merri.” I panted. “Please? Now?”

She put a finger on each side of my clit and started a rhythmic up and down motion, using my own arousal as lubricant as my stiff clit responded to her fingers.

I grabbed her arm and squeezed, biting her shoulder as I felt an orgasm approach.

I looked towards the stairs before remembering that we were alone. She clicked the tv off and the room plunged into darkness.

“Don’t hold back. I want you to cum just like this.” She said, her tongue flicking against my ear. “Just let it happen whenever it happens.”

I groaned as she kissed my earlobe again. Her fingers began to strum me faster, and I felt her other hand slide inside my shirt and push my bra up so she could feel my breast.

She started to roll my nipple between her fingers, and she pinched my clit and started to rub it even faster.

“I’m close.” I whispered, clutching her arm.

“Just let it happen Sabrina.” She softly with her mouth on my ear. “Cum for me.”

I felt myself fall over the edge, and my orgasm surged through me. I dug my nails into her arm and humped against her hand as I opened my mouth wide and screamed, trembling with pleasure and need.

She pulled me around and kissed me, gently and passionately.

She picked the popcorn bowl up from the floor and put it on the coffee table, and then stood up and reached for my hand.

In the dark room she pulled me to my feet, and I felt her pull me along towards her bedroom.

Once inside her room she pushed me against the doorframe and kissed me, her wet mouth taking my tongue as I pushed it against her own.

She pulled my shirt up over my head, and I helped her take it off. I unsnapped my jeans and pushed them over my hips and stepped out of them as she unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor.

Her clothes joined mine on the floor, and she took my hand and led me to the bed. She guided me onto my hands and knees, and I felt her hot breath against the back of my thigh.

She didn’t hesitate, pushing her mouth against my leg and licking her way up my bottom, her wet tongue flicking along my skin and causing me to moan in anticipation.

I felt her hands on my hips, and she pulled me towards her as I felt her lips against my anus. I moaned again as she licked me there, her tongue exposing exactly how sensitive that most untouched part of me was.

I clutched the blanket in my fists, with need as her hands grasped my ass and pulled, exposing my entire back crack to her.

I felt her fingers against my dripping pussy, and her tongue stabbed into my ass as her fingers strummed over my clit.

“Oh god Merri! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna!” I grunted.

Her fingers moved faster against my throbbing clit, and I felt a spasm of pure pleasure tear through me, sharp and intense.

Merri pushed me flat on the bed and rolled me over, her fingers pushing into my wet hole as her mouth moved against my clit, sucking it hard as I felt another orgasm begin to well up inside of me.

“I’m gonna go again!” I whispered, pinching my nipple.

She bit my clitoris gently between her teeth and my hips began to roll up and down, pushing my slippery cunt against her face.

“It’s gonna…” I whispered, feeling suspended between the inevitability of the orgasm and its first hot spasm.

Her finger flexed against my g-spot and my body exploded, pleasure flooding my senses as I arched and moaned beneath her on the bed.

With my clit still throbbing she crawled up my body, and knelt astride my head, pushing her slippery cunt lips against my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pushed my tongue into her slit, loving the taste of her aroused nectar.

“Hard.” She grunted. “Suck my clit hard baby.”

I found her clit with my mouth, and sucked, feeling her start to grind herself against my mouth, working slowly to keep her sensitive button in constant contact with my mouth.

She reached over my head and grabbed the headboard, using the increased leverage to push against my mouth harder.

“Close!” she moaned, her waterbed bouncing us both gently in time with her thrusts.

I moaned against her, flicking my tongue against her clit, and probing against her anus with my fingertips.

“Sabrina! Now! Now! Fucknow!” she yelled.

Her hips moved faster and faster, and I felt her body shake as she started to cum. I sucked and pulled at her clit with my lips and tongue, tasting a new flood of her slippery juice drip against my chin.

I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, and she started to cum again.

“Uhhgg! Fuck!” she grunted, bouncing and moaning as more pleasure pushed through her.

She collapsed onto the bed, and I rolled over to hold her, kissing her forehead as she gasped for breath.

“Oh fuck that was good.” She whispered.

“For me too.” I said. “I really needed that tonight. Thank you.”

She squeezed my hand, and I held her a while longer, feeling her body relax as she drifted off towards sleep.

“I’m going upstairs.” I whispered. “I’ll say goodbye in the morning before I leave for class my final.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday.” She murmured.

“I have an early exam.” I said. “If I do well I’m done with the class.”

“Kiss me.” She whispered.

I pushed my mouth to hers and we kissed, slowly and tenderly, before I got out of her bed and pulled my pants and shirt back on. Carrying my socks, panties, and bra I quietly left her room, and returned to my own upstairs.

I got into a sports bra and pair of shorts, brushed my teeth, set my alarm clock for the morning, and pulled my vibrator out of the bottom of my closet.

It might be too loud to play with while Merri tried to sleep in the room right beneath mine, but that didn’t mean that it couldn’t still be useful.

I crawled between my sheets and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and freed one of my legs from them. I felt my pussy and realized it was even wetter than I thought it would be.

I pushed the plastic cock against my opening, and it slid in, and I closed my eyes with the sensation of fullness it caused.

I pushed the toy in as far as it would go, and held it there with one hand, while I started rubbing my clitoris with the other.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on how my hole felt being penetrated by something stiff.

I pretended someone was fucking me, pushed all the way in and holding still in order to prolong his own pleasure, as Merri pushed her head between our bodies to lick my clit.

I felt my hole clench around the toy, and I rubbed my clit faster, feeling my orgasmic need build and build.

“You’re both going to make me cum!” I whispered in the quiet room, picturing both of my fantasy partners smiling at the closeness of my pleasure.

And then my orgasm erupted, soft and slow within me, my cunt fluttering around the toy as my clit throbbed against my fingers.

It went on and on and on, until I was aware that I’d been still for quite a while, the toy on the bed against my thigh, my fingers still in my sticky opening.

I felt sleep pull me back into dreamland, and my last thoughts were of finding a real cock.

Merri had spoken like she could find someone who would be willing to fuck me. I didn’t want to beg her, but I hoped it would be soon.

So fucking soon……

~~

“What are you doing on Thanksgiving?” Merri asked me.

It was Monday afternoon, and the kids weren’t home from school yet. We were sitting at the kitchen table having coffee before she left for work.

“My grandmother is coming over in the morning and we’re going to eat at noon.” I told her. “After that my parents have invited me to go with them when they take her to see my uncle’s new house. Why? Do you need me that day?”

“No.” she said with a smile. “Not officially. The kids are going to their father’s house on Thursday morning, and they’ll be with him until Sunday.”

“Well I’m pretty much committed to lunch,” I said, “but I’ll take any excuse to get out of the long boring drive to see my uncle. Even if you don’t need me, I’m giving serious thought to telling them you might so I have a reason to stay home.”

“I think you should go ahead and enjoy the morning with family.” she said, “But if you don’t mind being available in the evening, I think I might have an evening lined up that will give you reason to be truly thankful.”

“Thankful in what way?” I asked with a grin.

“I don’t want to spoil it in case it doesn’t work out,” she said, “but I know it’s something you’ve been wanting. And I know for a fact that you’ll enjoy it.”

“Well if you’re sure it’s something I’m going to enjoy I think I can work it into my schedule.” I laughed. “Want me to come here?”

“Yes.” She said. “I’ll be here all day so come on down whenever you’re able.”

“Anything else I should know?” I asked.

“Nice try, but I’m not giving you any hints until Thanksgiving Day.” She said. “You’ll just have to wait.”

At that moment we heard the school bus out front, and she got up and put her coffee cup in the sink.

“Fine.” I said. “I’ll wait. Just not patiently.”

She laughed as I headed upstairs with my books.

My loins felt hot as I went up the short flight of steps. I was sure that Thanksgiving evening was somehow going to involve something sexual. But I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

Merri might be getting us a new sex toy to play with, or maybe she’d bought something sexy for one or both of us to wear. It could even be a porn movie for us to watch together.

Those were all things we’d done in the past, and they’d always led to amazing lovemaking between the two of us. And if it was any of those options, I knew that I’d enjoy the evening completely.

Nevertheless, I found myself hoping that it was what I’d been wanting most of all.

A man to fuck.

A man to suck.

A man whose cock I could kiss and taste and lick and hold and feel.

And a man whose warm cum I could feel as it pumped deep into my body.

I was lost in these daydreams when I heard Merri calling from downstairs that she was leaving for her hospital shift, so I wrenched myself back to reality and went downstairs to spend time with the kids.

I helped them get started on their homework and got dinner ready while I pushed a load of laundry through the washer and dryer.

After dinner we played video games until they went to bed, and I spent time putting the finishing touches on my paper that was due the next Monday.

I had no desire to leave any work for the weekend.

But it was hard to concentrate.

Every so often I’d realize that my panties were drenched at the prospect of finally getting to experience a hard cock.

~~

Thursday afternoon I waved goodbye to everyone as they headed out to my uncle’s. He lived about two hours south of us and had just bought a new house. They’d be gone until late tonight checking out the place and having dinner.

My mother was a bit disappointed when I told her Merri might need me to work, but my dad was quick to point out that as a perpetually broke college student I shouldn’t ever turn down a chance to earn some money.

When they were out of the driveway I ran up to my room and hastily put some clothes in a bag. I’d told them I’d probably be working late and staying at Merri’s house until tomorrow or even Saturday, so they wouldn’t expect me.

I called Merri and told her I was about to drive over.

“Great.” She said. “I’ll be watching for you. Pull into the garage and park next to me when you get here. I’ll put the door up when you turn into the driveway.”

I locked up my parents’ house, and headed her direction, parking in the garage as she’d requested.

She met me at the door to the laundry room.

“Happy Thanksgiving Merri!” I said cheerfully.

“Happy Thanksgiving to you too.” She said with a smile. “Come on in and have some coffee.”

I went in and set my bag near the foot of the stairs, and then joined her in the kitchen, where she handed me a mug and then poured it full of coffee.

I followed her down to the family room and we got comfortable on the couch.

“This is perfect.” I told her. “No matter what the rest of the day has in store a chance to sit for a few minutes with you is always welcome.”

“I feel the same way, Sabrina. You really have become like one of the family around here.” She said, taking a sip of coffee. “Not to mention how horny I get whenever we’re alone together.”

I laughed.

“Always glad to help out with anything you need.” I said.

“I think today might be my chance to help you.” She said with a twinkle in her eye. “That is if you’re interested.”

“I’m all ears.” I said. “But you might need to repeat parts of it after you tell me. Your bra is distracting me.”

She glanced down at her shirt front. She was wearing a bright pink t-shirt along with a pair of jeans. She very obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were slightly stiff, poking against the soft fabric of the shirt enticingly.

“As I’m sure you noticed, I’m not wearing a bra.” She grinned.

“I know!” I said. “And I didn’t even think to look until you said the word horny. Now it’s all I can think about.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.” She laughed. “You were eye fucking me before you got in from the garage.”

“It’s not my fault I find licking your inner thighs such a pleasant way to pass some time.” I said. “But tell me what you want to tell me, and I’ll do my best to concentrate.”

She leaned forward and pulled her shirt off. Her breasts were firm and much larger than mine, with large areolae and sensitive nipples. She laid her shirt next to her and sat back.

“As long as you’re staring you might as well see it all.” She giggled.

“Great,” I laughed, “now I’ll never be able to concentrate.”

“This might actually help you pay attention.” She said. “I want to talk about sex anyway.”

“Okay.” I said, suddenly focusing as much as I could with her sitting topless just across from me.

“I have a guy I want you to meet.” She said. “His name is Kenneth, and he’s a few years older than you are. He’s working on his Master’s degree.”

“Like a date?” I asked.

“Not exactly.” She said. “I think he’d be a great guy for you to go to bed with. You could finally get to play with a cock, and he’d let you try just about anything you wanted to.”

“Do you know him from the hospital?” I asked.

“No.” she said. “His family has been friends with my family as far back as I can remember. They live in Arizona and they’re all in town for the long weekend. His parents are staying with my folks at their house, but he’s checked into the Lakeview Hotel.”

“Does he know about me?” I asked. “Would he be interested?”

“I haven’t said anything to him about you.” She said. “Not yet anyway. But I promise you he will absolutely be interested in getting into your panties. And into what’s inside them.”

She drank the last of her coffee.

“I’ve known him for years, and he’s a great guy.” She said. “He’s good looking, nice, and he’s a little shy. He’s pretty focused on school and he’s not dating anyone.”

“Why do you think he’d be interested in fucking me?” I asked anxiously.

“When I first got divorced our parents tried setting us up on a date.” She told me. “It didn’t really work between us chemistry wise. We got along great, but we fit much better as friends than as a couple.”

She got up and headed to the kitchen with her empty coffee mug.

I picked up mine and followed her.

“He and his parents come to town for most holidays and every summer.” She continued. “His parents stay at my mom and dads house, but he usually gets a hotel room when he comes along so he has somewhere quiet to study.”

She poured each of us more coffee and we headed back down to the family room.

She was still topless. I’d learned soon after we started having sex that she was totally comfortable walking around in front of me in various stages of undress.

“However, he and I fuck almost every time he’s in town.” She said. “He’s great in bed, and we agree that we’re definitely compatible in that department.”

“So he’s not inexperienced then.” I said.

“He’s not exactly super experienced.” Merri said. “He was a virgin until a few years ago.”

“You?” I asked with a grin.

“Yep.” She smiled back at me. “We usually get together and go out to a movie or two when he’s in town. That’s what we did on our first date.”

I sipped more of my coffee and tried to ignore the growing heat in my panties.

“The second time he was in town,” she continued, “he called to see if I’d be interested in seeing another movie as friends. Afterwards we ended up in his hotel room and I let him fuck me for his first time.”

I smiled at the idea of her taking his virginity as she’d taken mine.

“And that’s been our routine when he’s here.” She said. “He and I watch a movie and then we end up in bed.”

“So won’t he be expecting to fuck you?” I asked.

“He doesn’t come to town with any expectations like that.” She said. “Like I said he’s a pretty nice guy. But he’s always willing to rise to the occasion if the occasion presents itself.”

“So, like when would this happen?” I asked. “I mean I think I’m definitely interested in at least meeting him.”

I was suddenly aware that my palms were sweating. As badly as my body wanted, and even needed, this to happen, I was also fairly introverted and shy.

“He’s expecting me to pick him up at his hotel in a while so we can go to a movie.” Merri said. “When I get there, I thought I’d tell him you were going to go with us, and that he and I could swing back by here to pick you up.”

“A surprise detour.” I said with a smile.

Merri nodded.

“I’ll bring him in, and we’ll all talk for a bit.” She said. “If you’re absolutely not interested in him, just give me the signal and the three of us can head out and hit a movie.”

I nodded. It seemed simple enough.

“But,” she continued, “if you think you’d like to do more than just a movie, we can all stay in and see where the evening takes us.”

“All of us?” I asked.

I’d definitely feel better if she was around.

“I won’t just awkwardly disappear.” She assured me. “But if you and he hit it off and you want to play with him, I can give you guys some privacy if that’s what you want.”

“How would you feel about me fucking him? Or even just playing with him?” I asked.

“Oh Sabrina I’d love for that to happen for you!” she said with a huge smile. “I think he’d be perfect for your first male experience, and I think you’d be an amazing partner for him. It makes me horny to think about the two of you together.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked with a grin. “How horny?”

“Let me put it this way.” She said. “If you and he are even a little comfortable with it, I definitely want to watch.”

“I think I’d like that.” I said. “If that’s something he’d be into.”

My belly clenched and I felt a wet spot spreading as I dripped arousal into my panties.

“Is he going to think it’s weird if you bring him here just so I can have sex with him?” I asked.

“I highly doubt that.” She said. “He and I are always pretty open with each other. Unless you decide you’re not ready for this after you meet him, I’ll probably be pretty open about my relationship with you and what we want tonight.”

“I’ll be really honest.” I said. “I’m getting nervous just thinking about it. But I really do want this to happen. And as nervous as I am I’m already soaked just thinking about the possibility. And I haven’t even seen him yet.”

“Just remember that you don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to.” She said softly. “Just ask me what time the movie starts, and we’ll do that instead.”

“I don’t think I’ll chicken out.” I said. “Not if you’re here with me.”

“You don’t have to go any further than you want to.” She said. “You can fuck, or just touch, or have him touch you, or just watch him fuck me. You’re in charge. And you can always stop something you’re not enjoying. Always.”

“So I guess I’ll just be here waiting when you guys get back.” I said. “Should I change into something a bit more social?”

I was wearing jeans and a hoodie, with a t-shirt, sports bra, and panties underneath.

None of it was particularly sexy.

I had several pairs of lacy underwear that I kept at Merri’s house, along with some nice bras. I didn’t keep anything sexy at home since my mom would have a million questions about why I had them.

The only time I ever wore anything sexy was with Merri, and I’d shown up tonight dressed pretty plain. But I’d half expected to end up in bed with her, and my clothes would have just been in a pile on her bedroom floor anyway.

“I think you’d look cute in those tight khakis you have.” She said. “And maybe a black sports bra under your pink blouse, to show off your chest.”

She’d taught me that with my tiny breasts wearing a darker bra under a lighter top highlights the existence of the breasts, without requiring that they actually be shown off.

“I can do that.” I said.

“Or….” She trailed off.

“Maybe when we get back if things go well we could all soak in the hot tub?” she suggested.

She thought about that for a few minutes, looking at the coffee table.

“That might really set a perfect mood.” She said. “Sexual, but with a hint of everyday ordinariness.”

“Unless he’s a breast man.” I joked. “If the lights are too dim in there, he might mistake me for a man.”

“Bullshit.” She said. “You’re a very stunning young woman. Any guy who have to be insane to see you naked and not want to fuck you.”

I blushed at the compliment, the heat coursing through my body and highlighting my arousal.

“So khakis and a blouse.” I said. “Everything I need is upstairs.”

She looked at her watch.

“He’s expecting me in a few minutes.” She said. “I’ll be gone about a half an hour. Just hang out, and if you change your mind just ask me about what time the movie starts.”

She got up and leaned over me, kissing me full on the lips for a passionate thirty seconds.

“But don’t change your mind until after we’ve all spent some time together. You don’t have to go through with this, but I’m sure you’ll love every bit of it.” She whispered. “I’ll be back soon.”

She picked up her t shirt and pulled it on, and I followed her up to the kitchen. While I was putting our mugs into the dishwasher, she pulled a coat on and opened the door to the garage.

“See you in a few.” She said with a wink.

“I can hardly wait.” I said, with a slight tremor in my voice.

When I’d stood up, I’d realized just exactly how wet my panties were, and my body was already on an erotic edge, as if I’d been engaging in foreplay.

She blew me a kiss and grinned, and then was out the door. I heard the garage door go up, and then her car start, and then she was gone.

I hurried up to my room and started to change.

My room was the older master bedroom of this split-level house, before Merri had remodeled and moved downstairs to a spacious room complete with hot tub, shower, walk in closet, and a giant waterbed.

But the room she’d given me had its own bathroom, along with a nice bed, dresser, and closet.

I stripped out of what I’d been wearing and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. While in there I dabbed perfume behind my ears and brushed my hair out.

I considered being daring and going without panties but decided that if I kept leaking arousal like I had been all afternoon I’d have a very visible wet spot if I didn’t wear some.

I pulled on a dark blue pair of lace panties, and then wriggled into my khakis. Merri had gotten me a nice black bra at the end of summer, and I pulled that on and then found my pink blouse to pull over it. I checked the mirror.

It was visible enough, without being too obvious.

I went back downstairs and sat in Merri’s living room which was on the same level as her garage and kitchen.

The bedrooms were up a half a flight of stairs, and the family room, and Merri’s bedroom were under them down a half a flight.

I sat in the quiet house and tried to slow my heartrate. I had no desire at all to back out of this opportunity, but I was more than a little nervous.

I wondered if he’d even be interested in me?

I was thin, and even though I had never been mistaken for anything other than a female, I wasn’t exactly a beauty queen. No one had ever called me ugly, but I’d never caught anyone staring at my body either.

If he was attracted to Merri, he might consider going to bed with me to be a step down. Where she has full breasts, I have small A cups. Where she has sexual experience and confidence, I’ve only ever had orgasms with her and by myself.

I’d gotten pretty good at arousing and pleasuring Merri’s body, but I’d had lots of practice at using my fingers to cause my own orgasms before that first night with her.

I’d read a lot about sex with men, but the closest I’d ever been to touching a real cock was my plastic vibrator.

Would he be comfortable going to bed with me the same night he met me? While Merri assured me that he’d been to bed with her a handful of times, it sounded like he’d known her for a long time first.

Whatever happened, at least Merri would be there with me. She’d keep it from being too awkward or uncomfortable I thought.

I had just started to second guess waiting in the living room when I saw the reflection of headlights sweep across the room as someone pulled into the driveway.

I heard the garage door go up, and as the car pulled in I walked down into the dark family room, figuring the less formal room with the big couch and tv would be more comfortable than the formal room with the rarely used furniture.

I sat on the edge of the couch and felt my palms get sweaty again.

And then the door to the laundry room opened.

“Might as well come in for a few minutes.” Merri was saying. “You’ll freeze if you wait in the garage.”

“No kidding.” Said a pleasant baritone voice. “I’m too used to Arizona to take much of this November weather you’ve got.”

“Sabrina!” called Merri. “I’m back!”

I took a deep breath and stood up.

“I’m down in the family room.” I called back. “How are the roads?”

I went back up the stairs and met Merri and our guest in the kitchen.

“The roads are okay for now. But it’s getting colder so they’ll be icy in a few hours.” She said. “Sabrina, this is Kenneth. Kenneth this is the newest member of our family.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said to him. “Adjusted to the weather yet?”

I’ve always been awkward at small talk, so I grabbed the topic I’d just overheard.

“Not even a little bit.” Kenneth said with a big grin. “And it’s nice to meet you too.”

He looked older than I had expected. A few inches taller than Merri and I, with dark brown hair and a medium build. He wore glasses, but what I noticed the most was his light jacket, much more suited for fall than the start of winter.

“You must be freezing in that jacket.” I said. “I was just thinking about making some hot chocolate. Anyone up for that?”

“That sounds really good.” He said. “It was plenty warm in the car but being outside like this is brutal. I definitely should have packed better.”

“I’d like some hot chocolate too.” Said Merri. “We might as well take our coats off and be comfortable for a few minutes.”

The two of them started taking their coats off, and I started some milk heating on the stove.

“How long are you in town for Kenneth?” I asked him.

“Just till the start of next week.” He said. “My folks always come to visit with Merri’s folks, and I usually tag along to see friends that I grew up with. But this time one of them has the flu and the others are all out of town.”

“That’s too bad.” I said. “A vacation without anyone to hang out with. Maybe Merri and I can keep you entertained, at least for tonight.”

Kenneth was looking at me and Merri was behind him. I saw her wink at me over his shoulder.

“Merri is usually kind enough to see a movie with me when I’m in town.” He said. “But we didn’t see anything listed that really appealed to us. Is there anything you’d like to see? Merri said you might join us.”

“I haven’t checked,” I said, “but we could stay in and watch something on tape. Merri has a bunch of horror movies that I’ve never seen. I’m working through her collection, but I haven’t made much of a dent yet.”

“Snuggled up inside with my feet up and some hot chocolate?” Merri asked. “No one would have to twist my arm.”

“I wouldn’t mind that either to be honest.” Kenneth said. “But I don’t want you ladies to feel like I’m intruding.”

“Nonsense.” I said, mixing chocolate and sugar into the milk. “You were planning on a movie night, and we can deliver that. If murder, mayhem, and big boobed blonde slasher victims don’t bother you.”

“I can handle all of that.” He said with a grin.

“And if he has to,” Merri chimed in, “he can skip the murder and mayhem and focus on the boobs. Although I don’t think he’s picky about hair color. Or size if memory serves. Right Kenneth?”

“You’ve got me there.” Kenneth said with a laugh, as he blushed slightly.

“Good.” Merri said. “Sabrina and I would hate to be left out.”

I noticed Kenneth making an effort not to look at Merri’s stiff nipples poking through her shirt.

“I’m glad to hear it.” I said. “I’d hate to huddle in the dark with a man who didn’t have his priorities in order.”

“When it comes to boobs Kenneth definitely knows what his priorities should be.” Merri said.

Kenneth gave her a look, and she stepped close to him and put an arm around him.

“Don’t worry Ken.” She said. “Sabrina knows that you and I fuck when you’re in town. There aren’t any secrets between her and I.”

“Oh okay.” He said with an awkward smile.

“Don’t worry.” I teased him. “I won’t be judgmental. Unless we sit in the dark watching a movie and you feel her up but ignore me.”

I poured the hot chocolate into three mugs and added a shake of nutmeg. Merri opened a cabinet over the fridge and stood on her tiptoes to reach a bottle of cognac.

She opened it and added a jolt to each of the mugs, and then put the bottle back before picking up one of the mugs and heading for the living room.

I picked up the remaining mugs and handed one to Kenneth.

We followed Merri downstairs, where she was lighting a candle on top of the television cabinet.

“I picked a movie.” She told us, grabbing the remote and pushing a tape into her VCR.

She’d already put her hot chocolate down on the coffee table in front of the reclining chair, leaving Kenneth and I to sit on the couch.

“Something good?” asked Kenneth, as he sat down next to me.

“Depends on your definition of good.” Merri said. “But it’s suitable for a dark and cozy evening.”

We settled in and watched for a while. The plot was typical of most slasher movies, and the movie unfolded just about the way I expected it to.

While the second horny co-ed was getting killed on screen, Merri turned the volume on the tv almost completely down.

“Now we can talk without shouting at each other.” She explained as she turned the closed captions on. “Besides I don’t think we’ll be missing much if we talk during this one.”

And it looked like she was right.

Horny co-eds and their horny boyfriends were camping in the woods. They paired off to skinny dip, hike, drink, fuck, or wander around like imbeciles while a ski-masked guy picked them off one at a time.

We sipped our hot chocolate and watched in silence for a few more minutes, while I desperately tried to think of a way to start up some conversation.

“So what should we talk about?” I asked lamely.

“Anything you want.” Said Merri, with one eye on the tv and the other on me.

“I agree Sabrina.” Said Kenneth. “You get us started. Anything is bound to be more interesting than this movie. I mean, does every female character in this movie take their top off?” he asked.

The second co-ed in ten minutes had just pulled her shirt off to reveal her large and perfect tits to her horny and soon to be dead boyfriend.

“Fuck, I hope so.” Said Merri. “I don’t know about the two of you, but I was hoping for some nudity tonight.”

“Nudity on screen or in real life?” I asked, hoping that I sounded more clever than stupid.

“That’s a good topic for conversation.” Said Merri. “Which makes you hornier? Someone nude on screen, or someone naked in real life who’s less attractive, but real? You two discuss among yourselves while I go get us some more to drink.”

She got up and went up towards the kitchen.

Kenneth looked over at me awkwardly.

“We can talk about something else if you’d rather.” He said with a grin.

“Trying to evade the hard questions, Kenneth?” I teased him.

“Not at all.” He laughed. “Please call me Ken. And for the record, I am almost always in favor of nudity of any kind.”

“But what’s more arousing?” I pressed him. “An attractive actress getting naked or a real-life girl who’s a bit average taking her clothes off?”

“Promise you won’t think that I’m a pervert?” he asked.

“Ken,” I whispered, “it’s okay with me if you’re a pervert. I think we all have some unusual tastes.”

I couldn’t believe I’d just said that.

Out loud.

To a guy.

That I’d just met.

“Then do you promise not to judge my perverted nature?” he asked.

“Absolutely!” I agreed. “As long as you don’t judge mine.”

“A real woman is always sexier than someone in a movie or magazine.” He said.

“Always?” I asked softly.

“Oh yes.” He said. “Someone you can actually talk to, or spend time with, or even touch, is always way more fun to see nude than someone in a movie.”

“What about porn?” I asked. “Where they’re not only nude, but actually having sex? Do you find that arousing?”

“Yeah, I do.” He said. “But not as much as I used to. I’d much prefer to sit here and talk to a naked girl about a horror movie, instead of watching porn.”

“I feel the same way.” I said. “In theory anyway.”

“What do you mean ‘in theory’?” he asked. “Are you saying that it depends upon who the guy is? Or on what kind of porn it is?”

“Oh not that.” I said. “It means that all the naked men I’ve seen up to this point have been in porno movies, except for walking in on a guy changing by accident once.”

“Oh.” He said. “That makes sense. Are you thinking that if you were with a real guy who was naked it might not turn you on?”

“I’m pretty sure it would.” I said softly. “It’s something I fantasize about all the time.”

“Any guy in particular?” he asked.

“Not really.” I replied. “It’s just something I really want.” I hesitated just a moment and then added in a rush, “It’s something I really need.”

“That’s where you come in.” Merri said quietly from the end of the couch.

Neither of us had noticed her come back. We both glanced at her and then we both took another look, longer this time.

She was wearing only her panties.

The flickering candle caused shadows to move all over the room, and in the dancing light her breasts looked amazing, and it was easy to see that her nipples were both stiff.

I took in a quick breath and felt my own body respond to the sudden extra charge of eroticism in the room.

“I brought you here tonight so you and Sabrina could meet each other.” She said to Kenneth. “Instead of a movie we were sort of wondering if you’d like to go to bed with her.”

“Bed?” said Kenneth stupidly.

His eyes had grown large, and he looked completely dazed.

I could hardly blame him.

Things had gone from flirtatious to sexual proposition pretty fucking rapidly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I said. “It’s just that Merri told me about what the two of you do, and she knows that I….that I uh……that is….”

Merri came over and sat between the two of us, taking one of his hands and one of mine.

“Don’t get shy.” She said reassuringly. “You’re pretty, sexy, and I want to help this happen for you because I love you. Not because I don’t think you can manage it on your own.”

She turned to Kenneth.

“Sabrina has never been with a man.” She said. “She and I have spent a lot of time in bed together, and she’s like I am. Attracted to males and females. She’s just never had a chance to play with a cock before. At least not a real one.”

He looked over at me then, and I blushed furiously, hoping he couldn’t see the rush of red to my face as I sat there.

“If that’s what you want Sabrina,” he said, “I’d love to go to bed with you.”

I looked into his eyes and nodded.

“I really do.” I said softly. “I want to. I need to.”

Merri turned to me and leaned over, kissing me on the lips. I closed my eyes and felt her tongue push against my upper lip, and I sucked it in and reached out and palmed her breast.

“Holy fuck.” Ken whispered.

Merri pulled her head away from me and looked over at Ken.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.” She said.

She picked up the candle and led the way to her bedroom, stopping at the doorway to turn on what she always referred to as her ‘mood-lights’.

A wall light in each corner of the room came on, each one a soft wattage that kept the room from being too bright, but still enabled anyone in the room to see clearly.

She turned at the foot of the bed and pulled me close to her.

“Come here Kenneth.” She said. “Help her get undressed.”

She wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed my neck.

Ken knelt in front of me and pulled my slippers off my feet one at a time. While he had each foot in his hands, he gently pulled the socks off and laid them aside, running his fingers along my heels and then the tops of my toes.

I realized that he hadn’t touched what were most likely to be the most ticklish part of each foot. He was either more experienced than Merri had let on, or he’d spent a lot of time thinking about this.

He straightened up and reached for the button on my pants, and I was suddenly aware of how wet my cunt had become.

His fingers undid the button, and then slowly pulled the zipper down.

I stifled a moan and forced myself to keep my eyes open as my knees weakened and I leaned back against Merri.

Her lips continued to softly nibble at my neck as she too watched Kenneth put his fingers into my belt loops and work my pants back and forth as he inched them down over my hips.

I rocked my hips back and forth to help him, and suddenly my pants were down on my thighs, and he leaned forward and gently kissed my belly button.

“Oh gawd.” I moaned at the feeling of his lips against my belly.

He pulled at my pants, and I lifted first one leg, and then the other as he pulled them off me. He stood and folded them and put them aside.

Merri pushed my head towards him, and I closed my eyes as our lips met, tasting his mouth as he tenderly kissed me. His lips were soft, but his skin had just the slightest hint of beard stubble, and it caused my heart to flutter.

Merri wrapped one arm around him and then I felt her hand tugging at my blouse and she pulled it up. He used his hand on the other side, and then I was standing there in just my bra and panties.

He kissed me again, and I felt Merri lick my earlobe as his hands went around my body to search for the clasp of my bra.

His lips stopped moving as he fumbled for a few seconds, finding the hooks with his fingers, but not quite able to get them undone.

I felt Merri reach around and help him, and then he was gently pulling my bra away from me.

He stepped back and looked at me, and I felt myself blush again, hoping my exposed breasts were arousing to him, and feeling a hot vulnerability as he stared.

Merri’s hands cupped my tiny breasts and my already stiff nipples responded to the erotic heat of her gentle touch.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” she whispered.

“Absolutely stunning.” Said Ken quietly, his voice gone hoarse. “She’s so pretty.”

Normally a compliment like that would embarrass me, but in that moment the lustful need inside my body expanded, like a fire doused with a bucketful of gasoline as I took in his words.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. My entire body was tingling, and I felt overheated and frenzied.

At that moment my shyness was gone, replaced by lust and a physical want that left me trembling. I felt like the most gorgeous woman on earth, dripping with arousal and pulsing with lust and trembling with physical need.

Ken stepped close, and our mouths found each other again while I grabbed his shirt and pulled it loose from his pants, running my hands over his stomach and moaning around his tongue as my fingers trailed through the hair on his abdomen.

I felt Merri’s tongue on my neck and her fingers rolled my nipples. I pushed my hips back against hers, grinding my ass against the silky front of her panties while her stiff nipples grazed across my back.

I wanted to move slow and savor this. But I couldn’t. I was consumed with getting what I had wanted for so long.

I pulled Ken’s shirt up, and he raised his arms to make it easier for me to pull it over his head.

I dropped it to the floor as I reached for his belt, grappling with the buckle in my haste, but then it was suddenly undone and I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down, pulling his underwear along with them.

He kept kissing me and helped me push his pants down, using his feet to pin them to the floor while stepping out of them one leg at a time.

Unable to wait I slid my hand down his stomach and my fingertips made contact with his cock.

I was surprised at how big and thick it felt, as my fingers closed around the hot skin and pulled.

He groaned and closed his eyes, and I looked down and felt a thrill as I saw his cock in my hand, stiff with arousal and flexing as I squeezed it.

Not waiting for Merri to offer any advice, I pulled Ken around until the back of his legs were against the edge of the bed, and I pushed him down.

He stared at me as he squirmed up onto the center of the bed, and I crawled up beside him, mesmerized by the hard cock swaying back and forth as he got settled.

I lay next to him on my side, and reached for his cock, taking it gently in my hand as if it might break.

I was amazed by the stiff and unyielding feel of it in my hand, as if he was so hard that the skin on his cock might split open, while at the same time feeling the skin slide up and down in the gentle grip of my fingers as I slowly began to stroke him.

I experimented with squeezing it hard, and then touching it lightly, moving my hand up and down slowly at first, and then more rapidly, watching his balls move as the speed of my stroking increased.

I felt a wet slickness on my index finger and realized his cock was leaking, and I stopped stroking and ran my finger around the head of his cock, working the silky fluid into his skin, only for his cock to leak more.

I had a sudden urge to taste it, so I brought my fingers to my lips and licked the clear liquid, my pussy clenching at the ever so slight tang of salty manliness.

I leaned forward and closed my eyes, pushing his cock up towards his belly button and pushing my nose towards his balls. I breathed in deeply, and with no frame of reference I still somehow knew that this was the smell of a man.

His balls smelled clean, faintly of soap, but also of a musky scent that could only be his skin and the heat of his arousal. It was a smell that inflamed my senses and made me aware of my thudding heart, and the sexually primal response my own cunt was having as I inhaled his manliness.

I darted my tongue out and tasted the skin of his balls, and he moaned and jumped as I pulled on his balls with my fingers, and then flicked my tongue back and forth over one of them.

I stiffened my tongue and licked along his balls, and then onto the base of his erection, feeling how the texture of his skin changed as my mouth moved to the engorged muscle-like texture of his aroused flesh.

I licked back and forth, delighting in the course pubic hair as it tickled the tip of my tongue and lips. I loved the taste of him, and his physical reaction to my oral exploration.

Of course he wasn’t the only one reacting in a physical way to what my mouth was doing. My panties were absolutely drenched, and both of my inner thighs were wet with my own arousal.

I pulled my head back and watched my fingers knead his balls. I was amazed at how firm they felt, and how smoothly my fingertips could glide over them as I gently tugged and pulled at his ball sack.

My fingers settled into a slow rhythm, and I giggled with joy watching his cock flex up and down as it throbbed with arousal just from having his balls fondled.

I was aware of Merri next to us on the bed. She was silent and still, watching everything I was doing.

I leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock again, feeling it throb against my tongue as I let a trail of slippery spit roll out of my mouth and coat his stiff meat.

“Oh Jesus that’s good.” He panted.

I grinned up at him, and then dipped my head down and took his cock into my mouth, sucking at the tip as hard as I could.

His hips bucked and I sucked harder, determined not to lose contact between my mouth and his dripping cockhole.

I clasped my fingers around him and tried to steady him.

“He’s pretty close to cumming.” Whispered Merri as she moved alongside me. “I don’t think he’ll be able to last much longer.”

“What should I do?” I asked her in a hushed voice, holding onto his cock in a vice-like grip.

“Let him cum.” She replied softly. “Half the fun of a quick ejaculation will be making him hard again.”

I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. I wanted to try everything, and at this particular moment I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do the most.

“How should I do it?” I whispered.

“You can suck him and let him cum in your mouth.” She said. “Or you could let him cum inside you. Or on you.”

I looked at his quivering dick, unable to decide which of those things I wanted more.

“It’s polite to ask your partner where they most want to cum,” Merri whispered, “so they can enjoy their orgasm as much as possible.”

“What’s your favorite way to cum Ken?” I asked him, holding his cock but not stroking it for fear that I’d cause him to lose control.

“I’ll enjoy it however you want it, Sabrina.” He said. “You choose.”

It was a kind answer, but it didn’t help me narrow it down.

“Do you want to see him cum?” Merri asked me.

“I do.” I said. “I want to see what it’s like.”

Merri moved up and kissed Ken on the lips.

“Do you want to cum all over my face and mouth?” she asked him. “Like you did in the hotel that time? Only this time Sabrina will be stroking you off instead of me.”

“Oh god yes!” he groaned, closing his eyes and grinding his hips against the waterbed.

“Sabrina, come jerk him off all over me.” She said. “That way we can both see him spurt.”

She kissed him softly, and I felt his cock twitch in my hand. She lay down beside him and put her head on his stomach. I moved over on the other side of him and started moving my fingers over his balls and cock.

“Hit my face with him.” She urged me.

I moved my hand to the base of his cock and swung it towards her face, tapping it against her mouth.

“Harder.” She said. “Slap me with his cock.”

I moved my hand back and forth, adding speed and momentum to his cock, letting it smack into her mouth and nose.

“Harder than that.” She begged. “Do it harder!”

She stuck her tongue out and licked him as his flesh bounced against her mouth.

I could hear a wet ‘pop’ sound as his cock-flesh smacked her face.

“Oh fuck.” He groaned.

His cock grew even harder in my hand, and as I pulled on his balls, I felt them tightening up.

My belly clenched in anticipation as I realized he was close to losing control.

“Does that feel good?” I asked him.

He nodded, and his hips began to thrust.

“Give me your hand.” Merri instructed.

I held my hand out and she spit in it.

“Jerk him!” she demanded. “Jerk his cock off and make it go!”

I started stroking my hand on his cock, moving it up and down his shaft and feeling how my own body responded to feeling his erection in my hand.

“All the way up and down.” Merri encouraged me.

I stroked my slippery fingers over his head and then all the way down to his base. My own cunt was responding to the feeling of his increasing arousal in my hand.

“I’m getting close.” He said.

His eyes were screwed shut and he looked like he was straining to lift something heavy.

“Go ahead.” I moaned. “Cum for me! All over her fucking face!”

“Grip him hard and jerk it as fast as you can without touching the tip!” Merri told me.

Her hand rested on his thigh, and I bent over and fluttered my tongue against his balls, and then quickly kissed his cockhead.

I wrapped my hand firmly around him and started pumping as fast as I could, keeping my eyes glued to the hole in the tip of his cock.

“I’m cumming!” he panted. “I’m cumming!”

The cockhole opened up and a glob of white cum appeared, and then a thick string of his wet cum thundered up into the air and landed on Merri’s nose and mouth.

“Fuck yes!” she groaned, her tongue pulling a string of his cum from her lips as another, and even thicker bolt landed on her cheek.

I pumped him as fast as I could, fascinated by the sight of his sperm jumping into the air and splattering all over Merri and myself as his cock throbbed in my hand.

“Oh god oh god oh god.” He groaned as his spurts diminished into dribbles, and the rapid pulsing in my hand slowed.

I slowed my stroking motion, but kept a firm grip and pumped up and down, savoring the slick feeling of his cock being coated with its own eruption.

I could smell his cum, musky and sharp, and I milked his cock with my hand and leaned over to lick at the bubble of cum that emerged from the tip.

The taste was both erotic and jaggedly acidic, and I felt my cunt clench and throb as my tongue licked at his sperm. I suddenly wanted more, and realized that I’d remember the manly taste for as long as I lived.

I licked his cock again, and then put it into my mouth and sucked.

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed at the sensation.

I swirled my tongue around the tip and then dipped my mouth down to his balls, sucking and licking and tasting his discharge there.

I felt a hand in my hair and I looked up and let Merri pull my mouth to hers, moaning in pleasure as she pushed a mouthful of his salty sperm against my tongue with her own.

We kissed, pushing his cum back and forth, mingling with our spit, feeling the volume of the kinky load grow and grow as we moaned and thrust our tongues back and forth.

Eventually his cock in my hand became less stiff as Merri and I continued to share and play with his cum. I continued to gently squeeze and tug at his shaft, just enjoying the erotic reality of holding a real cock in my hand.

Merri pushed all of our combined fluid into my mouth, and then put her mouth to my ear.

“Swallow some, and then give the rest to me.” She whispered.

I swirled it around my mouth, savoring the purely sexual flavor of his seed, and then allowed half of what I held in my mouth to slide down my throat.

I then rose up over Merri, and she opened her mouth while I drooled a long string of our saliva and Ken’s cum into her mouth.

She smiled and swallowed, and I leaned down and started licking all the stray spattered drops of his cum I could find from her chin, cheek, neck and forehead.

At last I had her as clean as I could get her, and she grabbed me and forcefully rolled me over.

“Ken,” she said softly, “I want you to just lie there and catch your breath, because this young lady isn’t done with you yet. But I know for a fact that she needs an orgasm, so while you wait your turn just watch while I help her have one.”

She slipped down between us and stopped to feather a gentle kiss onto each of my nipples.

I groaned, as much from that sweet pleasure as from the anticipation of her tongue.

And she was right. Not only did I need an orgasm as badly as I ever had, but I felt like I could go over the edge at any moment, even without a finger or tongue anywhere near my burning clit.

Fortunately, Merri wasn’t in the mood to make me wait long. She kissed a trail down my stomach, until her face was between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt her press her face against the fabric of my panties and her fingers tickled my thighs.

She pushed her fingers into my panties and pulled them, yanking them down over my thighs and violently tearing them away from my left leg.

Her mouth made contact with my pussy and her lips pressed against my wet opening as her tongue pushed itself into my center as I rolled my hips on the waterbed.

Her tongue was suddenly on my clitoris, and I involuntarily yelped and closed my eyes as my body twisted in pleasure.

I felt her push two fingers up inside of me as she began to scrub her tongue back and forth over my stiff clit, and I looked at Ken as I felt my orgasm begin to unwind deep within me.

I reached over and took his hand, and he slid over to me without letting go of my hand and began to lick my nipple.

“Oh hot fuck.” I grunted.

My eyes involuntarily closed, and I squeezed Ken’s hand while my other hand grabbed a fistful of Merri’s hair.

I felt Merri wrap her hands around my thighs and I rolled my hips against the bed, and realized I was making a steady moaning sound.

I forced my eyes opened and glanced down to try and get a look at Ken’s cock, but his head was in the way as his tongue swirled around my nipple.

I let go of his hand and reached towards him, my fingers finding his cock, not quite hard, but thicker than it had been a few moments ago, and still sticky from my spit and his cum.

I felt it twitch in my hand and I shuddered as I felt Merri’s tongue lap at my clitoris as Ken’s hot hands covered my tiny breasts.

If I died at that exact moment I would have died happier than I’d ever been.

“Judas fuck.” I moaned. “He’s getting hard again.”

Ken looked down at this cock and up at me and grinned.

“You’re making me hard again Sabrina.” He said softly, before pushing his mouth against mine.

We kissed hungrily, and I felt the vibration in my clit and Merri groaned against me, her own hungry mouth covering my hole. I felt her tongue probing all along my sensitive opening while she pressed her teeth against my clit.

“I’m close to cumming.” I whimpered, locking eyes with Ken.

“What can I do?” he asked.

His fingers were rolling my nipples as my body began to tighten.

“Bring your cock up here!” I begged. “I want to taste your cock while I cum!”

He slid up the bed, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me, my mouth closing around his cock.

I sucked hard, pulling him as far into my mouth as I could and pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft.

I felt his cock jump and thicken, and I groaned and closed my eyes in pure ecstasy as I felt my belly begin to quiver as my orgasmic pleasure reached the point where it couldn’t be stopped.

Feeling him stiffen in my mouth tripped something in my brain and I grabbed his balls hard with my hand and pushed my hips off of the waterbed in an attempt to get even closer to Merri’s hot mouth and tongue.

Ken put his hand against the back of my head and I felt his cock grow even thicker as it slid further into my mouth, and I sucked air in through my nose as my clitoris suddenly throbbed with a white hot pulse that was almost painful.

“HHHHHMMFFFFFFFHHMMFFFFFF!!” I grunted with my mouth full of cock, feeling Merri pull my hips up into the air as her mouth sucked my clit.

And then I was spinning, my entire body spasming and heaving as my orgasm slammed into me and everything dissolved into a blur of blinding pressure and pleasure.

It went on and on, the pressure in my cunt and belly almost unbearable as I felt everything come undone as I screamed in my throat and dug my fingernails into Ken’s thighs.

With a final burst of light I was suddenly gasping for air, aware that I was covered in sweat.

Ken’s hard cock was pressed against my belly as he cradled my head gently and kissed my forehead, as I took in lungful after lungful of air, aware that at some point in my orgasmic frenzy I’d gagged on his cock and started to choke.

Merri was on the other side of me, holding one of my hands and stroking my hair.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

I nodded my head, trying to find my voice.

“I’m so sorry.” Ken said, his words falling out in a rush. “I didn’t mean to gag you. I should have been more careful. I’m sorry Sabrina.”

“Don’t be.” I whispered, aware that there were tears running down my cheeks. “That was the best fucking orgasm of my life.”

Merri grinned and then leaned down to kiss my cheek.

“That’s my girl.” She whispered.

I wrapped an arm around her and held her close to me.

“Thank you, Merri.” I said. “I love this.”

“Are you up to proving it?” She asked in a whisper.

“What do you want me to do?” I replied, grinning at her.

“I want to see you get fucked Sabrina.” She said. “Are you ready for that?”

“Oh fuck yes!” I squealed. “I want to feel that so much.”

“Oh good.” She said with a wide smile. “That’s what I’ve been thinking about all week.”

I looked up at Ken and he smiled.

I felt his cock continuing to poke against my belly.

“Can you please fuck me Ken?” I asked him as sweetly as I could, doing my best to give him an innocent smile.

“I think I can manage that.” he said, moving his hips and sliding his cock against my belly.

Merri rolled away from us and got off the bed, going to her dresser and returning with her favorite toy, a magic wand that she plugged into the wall by the head of the bed.

She sat against the headboard and pushed the silent toy against her cunt and sighed. I saw her thumb move against the button, and a slow steady humming sound came from the toy as she moved the oversized head of it against her thigh.

“That’s nice.” She murmured, staring at the two of us. “One of you kiss me.”

Ken leaned over and kissed her, and while he did I took his cock in my hand and squeezed. It felt just like the vibrator that Merri had given me, except it was hot and throbbed in response to my touch.

“So hard.” I whispered, mostly to myself.

Ken slid down the bed and kissed me again, slow and tender and with great patience and passion. I put my arms around him and delighted in the heat of his body and the feeling of his arms holding me.

“How do you want this?” he asked me.

In answer I kissed him again, spreading my legs and pulling his body down to mine.

Sooner or later, I wanted to experience some of the different sexual positions I’d read about, and I wanted to try to orgasm and to make him orgasm in as many different ways as I could.

But right now, I just wanted to feel his body on top of mine with his cock inside me.

While we were kissing I slid my hands down his back and started to wrap my legs around him, but he pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my hips, pushing his face against my opening and licking at my wet cunt lips.

I started to grind against his face, loving the feel of his mouth on my responsive opening. He pushed a finger into me, and started to lap at my clit and I knew then that I could orgasm again already as I felt the tingling begin deep inside me.

But it didn’t happen.

At the exact moment that my pleasure would have begun to unwind towards orgasm, he was on top of me again and I felt his cockhead push against my inner thigh.

“Yes!” I hissed. “I want to feel you inside me. Fuck into me. Please!”

He put his weight on his arms and I felt his cock make contact with my wet opening, and with a sob of joy I reached down and took it in my hand, lining it up against me.

“Now.” I whispered.

He pushed forward, and suddenly, for the first time ever, I felt a real cock slide up into my needy cunt and I shivered with the delightful full feeling that only women understand.

He pushed himself into me, inch at a time, and I felt myself stretch to accommodate his stiff dick.

And then he was all the way in, his pubic hair pressed against me and my hole clenching and grabbing at him with pleasure as I moaned and flexed my thighs.

He pulled out of me slowly, and then pushed back in, and the feeling of intense pressure within me expanded with his motions. I wrapped my arms around him and looked up at Merri over his shoulder, unable to speak as he started to push himself in and out of my body in a soft rhythm.

“Fuck that feels good.” He grunted in my ear.

“For me too.” I tried to say, but it came out as another sob.

Merri had moved the toy against her clit, and she was staring at the two of us as her face contorted with the look of impending release.

“Judus fuck.” She moaned.

I felt my clit begin to throb, and suddenly an orgasm hit me, surprising me with its raging intensity and the way it seemed to numb me while at the same time causing the fierce explosions of sensation to tingle through all of my nerve endings.

I screamed and yelled, unintelligible sounds of pleasure and need, as I experienced my first orgasm while feeling a hard cock thrust in and out of my slippery gash.

The explosion went on and on, and I heard Merri screaming along with me and I tried to focus my eyes on her, but all I saw was her bent over as her own orgasm took over her body.

We screamed together, and then she was beside us on the bed, kissing my neck and gently holding one of my breasts as I felt my insides flutter at the hard cock that was still fucking in and out of me.

“Oh jesus Merri,” I panted, “it’s so goddamn good.”

Ken settled into a steady rhythm, fast enough to be intensely pleasurable, but slow enough so that I could feel each inch of his stiff cock sliding against every inflamed nerve ending from my opening to the very end of my cunt.

He bent down and kissed me again, and as our tongues snaked back and forth I felt Merri’s tongue join in, and the three of us tongue kissed each other as another wave of arousal rolled through me.

Merri inched further down the bed, and took one of my nipples into her mouth, and I held her head as she gently sucked at the tender flesh.

“Sabrina,” she panted, “this has me so horny.”

I pulled her mouth back up to mine and kissed her again, and then moved my mouth to her ear.

“Do you want him to fuck you?” I asked her. “Do you want to cum from his cock?”

“Oh yes! Fuck yes!” she said.

I pushed Ken away from me gently and pulled her on top of me.

“Fuck her while I hold her, Ken.” I moaned. “Give her your hard dick.”

I wrapped my arms around her, and she buried her face against my neck and shuddered as he pushed into her pussy from behind.

The waterbed started to slowly roll with the fuck motion of his cock pushing in and out of her, as she grabbed my body and groaned.

“He’s going to make me cum again honey.” She whispered. “His hard cock is gonna do it!”

“Cum for me sweet Merri!” I moaned, holding her as she tensed up at the onrushing pleasure. “I want it to happen!”

She bit her lip and whimpered, and I felt Ken increase his speed as he fucked my friend.

“So……..close………” she whispered, her face screwed up in a mask of pure anticipation.

I cupped her breast with one hand and stroked her back with the other, knowing that sometimes her orgasms got close and then frustratingly ebbed away if the speed or intensity of her stimulation changed.

“Sabrina.” She groaned. “It’s close but it’s not……it’s so close…..I’m just……it’s…….”

“Shhhhh.” I said, stroking her back softly and taking on the role of the more patient lover that she often held. “Roll over and relax a minute.”

I pushed her over onto the bed and motioned for Ken to get up beside us as I held her close and ran my fingers over her belly.

He got next to us and I cupped her breast and offered it to him, and taking my cue he gently placed his mouth on it and kissed her gorgeous areola, and then slowly drug his tongue around it in a circle.

“Fuck yes.” She said. “I love that.”

I moved my mouth to her other breast and did exactly what Ken was doing, watching out of the corner of my eye to match the speed and movement of his tongue.

I put my fingers just above her clitoris and started to move them in a soft circle, stimulating her without any direct touch.

She rolled her hips and moaned, and I felt her body tense with need.

I reached for Ken’s hand and brought it down to her wet hole, and I used my hand to guide his fingers to do what mine had been doing.

“Nice and slow.” I told him. “Just like this.”

I pushed my middle finger against her wet opening and swirled it around, and then pushed even further down as she spread her legs, anticipating what I was going to do.

I put my fingertip against her anus and softly pushed, not pushing inside but just letting my touch stimulate her.

I kept bathing her nipple with my tongue, and between Ken and I both of her nipples and her anus were being teased, and her clitoris was almost being touched, and she rolled her hips again and took a deep breath.

“I need to cum.” She whispered.

I looked at Ken and shook my head. We both stayed where we were and continued our soft touching.

A few more long minutes passed, and then she tensed again.

“I need to cum.” She whispered again. “Please.”

Hearing her beg gave me a thrill. Usually she was the one in control, and she loved to make me beg as my pleasure built and built.

We kept teasing her, grinning at each other and letting her body become more and more taut as her breathing became faster and faster.

“Oh fuck please.” She begged. “I just can’t……I can’t……fuck I need to…..make me cum……fuck cum……”

I sat up, intending to put my mouth on her clit, but I noticed that Ken’s cock was still rock hard and stretched tight with his own arousal.

“Fuck her.” I mouthed to him.

He scrambled between her legs, and I put my fingers on either side of her hole just as he pushed his cock all the way into her in one thrust.

“Fuck me!” she screamed, putting her hands on his shoulders.

I bit her nipple as hard as I dared and flicked my tongue against it, feeling Ken’s cock begin to rocket in and out of her as she fucked back up against him.

“Oh god fuck yes!” she screamed.

I moved back so I could watch them both, fascinated to see someone I loved so much about to orgasm while a real cock fucked her.

“Now! Now!” she wailed. “I’m cumming!”

Ken pumped in and out of her as fast as he could, and she wrapped her legs around him and screamed as her orgasm took over, and I touched my own clit and softly started to rub it as I watched the two of them.

Eventually Merri tapped Ken’s shoulder, and he slowed down his thrusts so that he was hardly moving in and out of her.

“Jesus,” he said with a grin, “this is the best night of my life.”

“Mine too.” I said. “I’m loving this.”

Merri grinned at us while panting for breath.

“I think she’s enjoying it too.” Ken laughed. “But I can’t take much more. Where do you ladies want me to cum?”

I looked at Merri prepared to ask her but she was looking at me.

“You decide Sabrina.” She said softly. “Take his load anyway you want it.”

I grinned and lay on my back next to Merri, spreading my legs.

“I want to feel it shoot inside me.” I said.

Ken moved towards me and Merri rolled over and took me in her arms and kissed my forehead.

Ken leaned down and kissed my thigh, dragging his tongue towards my hole.

“I don’t think I can orgasm again.” I said to him with a smile. “If you need to cum just fuck your cock into me and do it.”

He needed no urging, and suddenly I was moaning as I felt myself filled by his hard penis again.

This time he fucked back and forth faster, groaning quietly as I savored the feeling of being deliciously stretched by his erect flesh.

Merri snuggled against me and held me tight, and I closed my eyes, loving every sensation and wanting the feelings to last forever.

But Ken suddenly changed the speed of his thrusts, and seemed to get even harder inside of me.

“I think he’s going to cum.” I whispered, feeling my insides clench in anticipation.

I’d never had a cock spurt semen inside of me before, but in a primal way my body knew exactly what was about to happen and physical need for his orgasm filled me.

“I’m going to cum.” Ken panted.

I closed my eyes and suddenly I felt a slippery heat wash through my clenching hole from the inside, and I understood why women loved this moment so much.

He pushed his cock deep into me and then pulled it partway out, and then I felt another hot flood of his liquid cum as he thrust in again, and without warning an orgasm spiked through my clit and I pushed up off of the mattress and gasped in surprise.

He pumped another spurt into me as my clit exploded, and I felt the dual satisfaction of my own quick release he pushed his throbbing cock all the way into me and his hot cum filled me up.

He collapsed beside me, and I closed my eyes, laying still except for the soft feeling of Merri tracing her fingers through the slippery sperm leaking out of my hole onto the bed.

She traced those fingers around on my thighs and up onto my stomach, and I felt sleep wrap itself around me, as I lost control and started to breathe deep, naked, sweaty, my body dripping with cum inside and out, as I breathed in the scent of cock, cum, cunt, and lust.

~~

I woke up hours later.

The house was as quiet as a tomb, and I became aware of the gentle motion of the bed.

I rolled over and saw Ken kneeling astride Merri’s chest, his cock in her mouth as she sucked and stroked him rapidly.

I gently touched her stomach and moved closer to them, wondering how long they’d been playing like this.

She looked at me and grinned, and took him out of her mouth and pushed him towards me.

“Cover her!” she hissed. “Coat her face with your sticky mess!”

Ken gasped and started to shake as his cock leapt in Merri’s stroking fist, and then a hot arc of his cum shot out onto me, hitting my chin and mouth and nose, with a second and third spurt following.

Merri pulled his cock closer to my face and snaked her tongue out, and I joined her by pushing my tongue against the head of his cock as another spurt dribbled out.

She kept stroking him, squeezing his cock to get as much of his cum out as she could.

He’d cum a smaller load than he had before, but she worked out several more big drops and wiped the cock on my face, before kissing my mouth and using her fingers to wipe up and feed both of our hungry mouths his salty cum.

Ken put his head on my stomach and lay there quietly, and eventually I realized he was asleep as Merri softly nuzzled her face against my sticky mouth and nose and squeezed my arm.

“Just beautiful.” She whispered. “Beautiful.”

~~

I woke again and realized that the darkness was giving way to a soft grayness, indicating that it was nearly morning. Not that it mattered since we’d slept all night with the dim lights on in the bedroom.

My bladder was full, I felt sticky and warm, and Merri’s arm was flung across my body, and Ken was on his back next to me.

In the soft light I could see that his cock was sticking straight up.

Was he horny again?

Already?

Or was this morning wood?

I’d heard about morning wood of course, but really had no idea if it was something that really happened or just a locker room type joke.

I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his cock, thrilling at how hard it felt, and loving the fact that his cock-skin felt sticky to the touch with sperm, spit, and cunt arousal from earlier.

I squeezed his cock and he stirred next to me.

I wondered if he could pump another load of cum into me before breakfast?

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Erotic story preface:

To the real life Merri: this story is dedicated to you. Your encouragement to write this story down, and your kind words about the rest of what I’ve written mean more to me than you’ll ever understand.

To everyone else: this is a different sort of story for me.

It’s something I’ve been working for a long time, going back several years.

It’s about sexual emotion as much as actual sex, so be patient.

It’s a flashback story, that takes place in 1996. Writing it that way was important to me because there are several elements to this story that are based on actual events in my life.

As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don’t worry about std’s or the need for birth control.

Featuring:

Merri: A twenty-nine year old nurse who hires me as a nanny.

Sabrina: a fictionalized version of myself at age twenty, where I really was an awkward dork who worried about her sexual interests, orientation, and identity.

Hello.

I’m Sabrina. Let me tell you the beginning of a story.

It was the fall of 1996. I had just spent the past two years attending community college after graduating from high school.

I was twenty years old and I still lived at home, with my mother and father. Even though most kids my age loathed living at home, I didn’t mind it for the most part.

My parents never imposed a curfew or asked a lot of questions about what I was doing or who I was with. I’d discovered that as long as I had a job, was working my ass off with a full course load and wasn’t being a selfish slob around the house that they were pretty easy to get along with.

The only area of my life where I yearned for more privacy was my masturbation life.

At that point it wasn’t a sex life. Other than masturbation, I had no sex life. I was socially awkward, and much more into horror movies, science fiction and writing poetry than I was anything else.

As a result, I hadn’t had many dates, and the guys who had asked me out had given me the impression they were much more interested in their own orgasms than mine.

I hadn’t yet discovered that there are plenty of guys and girls who find dorks to be quite attractive, so I was very much a sexually inexperienced and frustrated wallflower.

So my sex life consisted entirely of masturbation. I had my own room of course, and my parents always knocked before entering and very much respected my privacy.

But I had to learn to orgasm quietly, and I really didn’t have a place good enough to hide anything good, like a sex toy.

I’d discovered masturbation when I was eighteen, and by the time I turned nineteen I was an aficionada of self-pleasure.

I used my fingers, the handle of two different hairbrushes, my showerhead, an electric toothbrush when no one was home to hear it, and any other phallic shaped item I could find.

I also spent hours with my legs wrapped around a body pillow, simultaneously humping it, clutching it in ecstasy, and biting it to keep from screaming through orgasm after orgasm.

I even discovered an affinity for some kink, and explored that as frequently and as carefully as I could.

But as I happily fantasized about kinky sex and a variety of partners and experiences, I also struggled with extreme shyness, and extreme shame.

I didn’t have anyone to talk to about that stuff, and I secretly feared that some of the stuff I was interested in was abnormal.

And I even feared that I was abnormally fascinated with the kinky things that would be considered normal by the people I knew.

So I kept my sexual interests to myself, and focused on my classes. And on reading. And on using our primitive dial up internet connection to explore my sexuality in private.

In the fall of 1996 right after my twentieth birthday, one of our old neighbors from down the block came to see me about a babysitting job.

She and her husband had lived next door to us for a few years, but they’d divorced, and she’d sold that house and moved about five miles away into a small split-level house. Her former babysitter had just left for college out of state, and she looked me up.

Her name was Meredith and at twenty-nine she was nine years older than me, but we reconnected quickly and were immediately comfortable with each other. She worked as a nurse in at the local hospital and was gone from late afternoon until after midnight most nights, so she needed someone to make the kids dinner and get them to bed.

I accepted the job and would get to her house a few minutes after the kids got off the school bus every afternoon.

As soon as they said goodbye to their mom, I’d get dinner started, find something around the house that needed done like laundry, vacuuming, or dusting, and then feed the kids, help them with homework, play games with them, watch tv, and then chase them to bed.

After two weeks Meredith insisted that I begin to call her Merri. She explained that she’d always spelled it that way to be different from all the other ‘Mary’s’ that she knew.

She gave me a key to her house and announced that she was changing my job title from ‘babysitter’ to ‘part-time nanny’ because of my insistence on helping with cleaning and other household stuff.

Since she worked until well after midnight, I would often sleep for a few hours on her sofa, and then she’d wake me up when she got home so I could drive back to my parents’ house and my own bed.

On one particularly rainy night she woke me up and gave me an extra blanket, insisting that I just stay on the sofa until morning. After that staying the night on the sofa and then heading home early in the morning became the norm for a few weeks.

And then one Monday when I got there, she told me that she’d moved her bedroom downstairs to what had been a game room off the family room. The previous owners had put some money into it, putting in a full bathroom and hot tub down there.

So she christened that the new ‘master’ bedroom, and splurged on herself and purchased a new waterbed and all new bedroom furniture.

She offered me her old bedroom upstairs as a place I could stay whenever I wanted an uninterrupted night of sleep, or the weather wasn’t cooperative.

She let me keep a change of clothes in the closet, and since her old bedroom was the old master bedroom, it had its own bathroom I could use if I needed to shower while I was there.

We fell into a very comfortable routine. Having my own space upstairs made it easier to fall asleep after the kids were in bed, and I got in the habit of staying over a few nights a week.

The worse the weather, the more likely I was to just plan on staying the night, and with the ability to bring a change of clothes and shower there in the morning, I could leave for classes right from there.

My parents didn’t mind this arrangement at all, if I let them know in advance when I would be staying over so they didn’t worry.

Merri seemed like a complete grownup to me, and I often had to remind myself that she was closer to my age than to my mom’s age.

As time went on, I got more and more comfortable with her, and came to regard her more as an almost older sister than anything else. She would ask me about the social aspects of college, and about my dating life (which was nearly non-existent), and she gave me pointers on makeup and clothes.

If I didn’t have class the next day, or if she had the next day off, I’d sometimes be awake when she got home, and we’d sit up and talk for an hour or more.

Occasionally if she’d worked overtime, she’d get home on Friday evening just after nine p.m. and those nights were often like a slumber party, with the two of us sitting in her dark living room and talking and giggling until almost dawn.

I found I could use her as a sounding board, asking questions about dating and boys.

“You know you can ask me anything.” She’d said one night, as we sat on opposite ends of her couch sipping hot tea in the light of a flickering candle.

“I guess so.” I’d replied.

“I mean it.” She said. “When I was your age, I had no one to talk to about dating, or guys, or sex or orgasms or kissing or anything like that. So, if you ever have something you want to talk about, or ask about, no matter what it is, just let me know.”

That exchange stuck with me for weeks, largely because I was so worried about my sexual interests.

While the internet in those days wasn’t what it would soon become, I used it to read all about the things I was interested in.

I read all about oral sex, both giving and receiving. I spent hours touching my swollen clit and wondering what a tongue would feel like flicking over it.

I licked my fingers after touching myself and wondered what it would be like to taste my own arousal on a hard cock after it had been inside me. I wondered if another woman’s aroused clit would taste different than my own did on my fingers.

I read all about giving blow jobs. I wondered endlessly what a male’s cum would taste like, and what it would feel like to have a hard penis ejaculate in my mouth.

I wondered if another woman would really be able to lick my cunt better than a man could.

I would masturbate with the handle one hairbrush in my cunt and the other in my mouth, pretending two different cocks were feeling pleasure from my body at once.

I learned that I wasn’t alone in my sexual interests. But I worried about the intensity of my masturbation sessions.

I sometimes would make myself orgasm two different times in one night, and I’d do so while using a variety of fantasies and imagined scenarios involving both real people and made-up strangers.

And those fantasies also included an entire menu of kinky sex acts that I was sure most people my age had never even considered or heard of.

I worried that I was masturbating too much.

I worried that I was putting too much imagination into it, and that somehow, I should be putting that energy into real sex, and if I couldn’t find real sex I should wait in frustration until I could.

I would sometimes hike into the woods by myself in the summer so I could be undressed and masturbate in the warm summer sun, choosing my locations carefully so I wouldn’t be caught.

In those moments of pure lust I would pretend that I was masturbating in front of a partner.

Or a stranger.

Or a crowd.

I worried that I was somehow sexually broken because I not only enjoyed those things but needed to do them. And I worried about the fact that every time I swore that I would quit I’d end up right back in the middle of my fantasies, sweaty in my bed grunting and grinding my way towards ‘just one more’ orgasm.

Other girls my age were giggling about sex with their boyfriends, or about how to end a blowjob before getting cum in their mouth, and about how much of a mess an aborted blowjob or a handjob could cause.

I listened and laughed along, but desired more than quick sex just to make a guy happy. I wanted to feel a guy cum inside me.

Hell, some nights I felt like I needed to feel a guy cum inside me.

I didn’t want to give a handjob in a dark car. I wanted to do it somewhere that would let me watch every throb and spurt.

I desperately fantasized about male cum. I wanted it in me. I wanted it on me. I wanted to taste it, to smell it, to feel the texture of it on my fingers and skin.

I tried not to dwell on thoughts about females, but my subconscious knew what my body wanted, and at night I would often have feverish dreams about female orgasms.

As much as I struggled to admit it to myself, I craved an opportunity to lick a stiff clitoris, or to kiss and suck on a pair of female breasts and nipples.

I didn’t want a partner to merely touch my breasts. I wanted someone to suck and bite my nipples while I orgasmed. And even though I often started my fantasies with male sexual partners, at the moment of my masturbatory orgasms it was just as likely to be the image of a women using her mouth on me as a man.

I worried that I was desiring things that made me some sort of a pervert or sexual lunatic. I had so many questions that I asked myself repeatedly.

Did girls really want these things?

And if they did, were they things they thought about as frequently as I did?

Did they fantasize about them as vividly as I did?

Did they orgasm while imagining them?

So when Merri offered to answer any questions I might have, I began to wonder how exactly I could bring some of these things up. I didn’t want her to think that I was weird. But I couldn’t go on like I’d been, and I somehow trusted that her responses might be both honest and helpful.

If only I could summon the courage to talk about my thoughts.

In the weeks to come we continued our late-night conversations, sometimes veering towards the subject of dating, but I could never find the right way to move the conversation towards my desired topics.

One night she came in just after midnight and I was still up reading a book about stress management for a paper I was writing. We started talking about the various tensions in each of our lives, and what sort of things we did to manage those feelings.

Eventually she asked me how I coped with the stress in my life.

“Oh the usual ways I guess.” I told her.

“Like what specifically?” she asked.

We were talking quietly, sitting in the downstairs family room.

“Well I try to take a walk in the woods a few times a week when the weather cooperates.” I told her. “And I read a lot.”

“I need to exercise more.” She said. “Maybe sometime that you’re headed out into the woods I could join you.”

“That would be fun.” I said.

“So what else do you do?” she asked. “You don’t really seem to have any hobbies that I’ve noticed. Except for the pile of books you’ve always got with you.”

“I guess reading is my biggest hobby.” I admitted. “And the only other thing in my life that I have that relieves stress is taking a long hot shower.”

“Oh yeah?” she said with a grin. “Just to get clean, or do you have a detachable showerhead?”

“I, uh, well, I, uh…….” I stammered, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

I groped for an answer, not wanting to admit that I often orgasmed with my showerhead pulsing against my clit, but somehow sensing that an immediate and total denial would be seen as an admission of my dirty habit.

Everyone knew about showerheads being used for personal sexual pleasure, right? Feigning total ignorance would really be suspicious.

And as these thoughts were racing through my head I made eye contact with her and knew that my hesitation had already answered her question.

My face got even hotter and I felt totally speechless. I blinked rapidly several times, afraid that I might even start crying I felt so ashamed.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she said, “it’s alright Sabrina.”

She reached out and took my hand, squeezing it tight.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” She continued. “Just about everyone masturbates once in a while.”

“Everyone?” I whispered, my heart pounding.

“Oh hell yes.” She said. “Everyone.”

She squeezed my hand until I looked up and made eye contact.

“Including me.” She whispered.

“You do?” I asked.

Merri was a full-fledged adult in my eyes, and the fact that she would need to relieve lust in that way hadn’t occurred to me. I’d just assumed that most people eventually got a grip on those desires and once they’d had ‘real’ sex they wouldn’t go back to masturbation, even when they weren’t having regular sex.

“Of course.” She said. “Probably more often than you ever do.”

“Really?” I asked, dumbfounded and doubtful.

I wanted to press her for details, to see if maybe she was even a little like me, but I had no idea how to steer the conversation that way.

“Oh yes.” She assured me. “All the time.”

“How……like when…..how much?” I whispered, moving my eyes down to stare at the coffee table.

“Sabrina there’s no limit on how much is normal if that’s what you’re worried about.” She said, squeezing my hand again. “I don’t do it every night, but I do it most nights. Sometimes more than once. It’s been an important part of my life for years.”

I looked up and we made eye contact again.

“It’s something I really enjoy.” She said. “And it’s about the best stress relief there is.”

I couldn’t help but grin, relief mixing in with my embarrassment as I came to terms with this new information. Maybe I wasn’t as weird as I thought I might be.

“Me too.” I confessed. “It’s just about the most relaxing thing I’ve ever done.”

“It’s one of the things that has gotten me through the last two years.” She giggled. “Without being able to make myself cum I’d have gone out of my mind.”

“I didn’t……I guess I never thought that…….” I stammered, still trying to process this information.

“I guess most women try it at some point.” She said. “But college is probably where most of us really discover the difference between quick orgasms and the ones with a long, slow build up that really count.”

“That’s how it’s worked for me.” I said.

“Can I ask you a really personal question Sabrina?” she asked.

“Sure.” I said, wondering why I suddenly felt an erotic flush spread through me.

“Is it just a shower thing for you?” she asked. “Or have you discovered some of the even better ways?”

“I’ve done a lot of different ways.” I said. “I first tried the showerhead because I was curious, and then just did that once in a while for a couple months. And then….well something happened that helped.”

“What was it?” she asked softly.

“I found a paperback book. In a pile of donated books in the college library.” I told her. “It was a novel, but it was all about sex. I was reading it in bed, and it was really pretty graphic. Suddenly I realized that I was responding to it.”

“I get that.” She said. “I love to read erotica. The right story can make me so deliciously horny.”

I giggled to hear her use the word ‘horny’.

“That’s what happened to me.” I said. “I tried to keep reading and just ignore it, but I figured out that knowing I was turned on made the story even better, and the story made me even more turned on.”

“I may want to borrow that book.” She teased.

“I got embarrassed after what happened and I threw it away.” I told her.

“After what happened?” she asked. “What happened to embarrass you?”

“While I was reading I put a pillow between my legs to sort of….just to kind of…..” I wasn’t even sure how to explain it.

Fortunately she understood.

“Because when you’re getting turned on it feels good to have something to push against Sabrina.” She whispered. “That’s natural.”

“Well I just kept reading and the pillow was there, and the more I read the more intense everything felt.” I told her. “I turned off the lights and was reading with a flashlight, and suddenly I just lost control, and it was like the showerhead only a thousand times better.”

“And that embarrassed you?” she asked me.

“I thought I was a pervert.” I told her. “So I got rid of the book and vowed to never do it again.”

“How long did you wait?” she asked. “Before you tried it again?”

“About four days.” I said softly.

“That sounds so much like my story.” She said with a smile. “I watched a video in my dorm room that turned me on, and I realized that the showerhead was nothing. Afterwards I was really embarrassed, but before long I was doing it every chance I got.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Oh yes Sabrina.” She said. “There’s not one damn thing wrong with you. In fact you sound pretty normal.”

I can’t emphasize enough how important that conversation with Merri was to me.

I had lived in such fear of someone finding out that I touched myself for pleasure, and here I was telling someone I liked and admired and she was telling me it was normal.

So normal that she’d admitted to doing it too.

Still I’d have died if anyone in my family had found out.

And lurking in the back of my mind was the worry that if Merri knew all the details of my fantasy life she might not consider me normal at all.

Our conversation drifted to other things that night, and eventually I went upstairs to my guest room, and she went to her own bedroom.

However, I lay awake for a long time, wondering how I could have kept the conversation on the topic of masturbation and pleasure, and worrying that the chance would never come up again.

The conversation had aroused me. Not in an erotic way, but maybe my body felt a certain jolt of freedom from her confession, that signaled to my brain that it was alright to be horny.

That night I crossed a line I’d never crossed before.

I fingered myself to orgasm in her guest room.

In all my months of sleeping over at her house I’d never done that before, saving my orgasmic needs to be met in the privacy of my own bed at home. I’d felt like touching myself in her house would somehow make me extra dirty.

But laying there in the dark I let my fingers drift down into my pajama pants, and I found that I was wet with hot desire. I spread my legs and my practiced fingers went on either side of my clit, sliding up and down slowly and pushing in a soft circle over my swollen lips every few moments.

I felt a delicious tension of lustful pressure build in my loins, and I pulled the pillow from under my head and clutched it on my chest, ready to bury my face in it and smother any noises I might make when my orgasm arrived.

In my mind’s eye the pillow became a person in my fantasy.

It became Merri, her head on my chest as I held onto her tight and fingered the needy wetness between my legs.

Thinking about Merri brought my pleasure closer, and I started rolling my hips and squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers moving faster and faster as my belly tightened.

I wondered if Merri masturbated on her back like I did, and I had a sudden lustful picture in my head of her laying in her bed with her legs spread and her fingers busy.

And suddenly I realized something.

She’d said “I don’t do it every night, but I do it most nights. Sometimes more than once. It’s been an important part of my life for years.”

If she did it most nights that meant that on at least one of the nights I’d been up in this guest room, she’d been directly beneath me, making herself have an orgasm. Or two.

That thought pulled me over the edge, and my body hunched up as my pussy clenched and spasmed against my fingers as my orgasm pounded through my body.

It went on longer than I’d thought it would, and when my body relaxed back against the mattress, I took in several deep shuddering breaths.

I lay there feeling my thudding heart slow down, and I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked at the tangy flavor of my own arousal and pleasure. I could smell my lust on my fingertips, and I closed my eyes and savored my post orgasmic feeling of peace.

When I woke up the next morning I smelled my fingers again, feeling a surge of lust twist through me at the memory of the night before. Reluctantly I got out of bed and got cleaned up, denying my desire to stay under the cover and explore my lust.

For the next couple of weeks our routine remained the same. I’d stay at my parent’s house on the weekends, but during the week I’d mostly stay at Merri’s, keeping clothes in the guest room closet, food in her kitchen, and even doing some of my laundry there at her insistence.

We even stopped calling it the ‘guest room’ and it became, at least unofficially, ‘Sabrina’s room’.

Our late-night conversations were still few and far between, and when they did happen they didn’t offer an opportunity for me to conversationally guide them back towards sex.

Ever since our talk about masturbation I felt better about the frequency of my habit, but I still struggled with my interest in perversion. My friends talked about sex often, but their conversations were more aimed at the social and dating aspects. None of them seemed to share my ‘interest level’ in exploring pleasure.

As fall slid into winter, the weather grew colder and the threat of snow became ever present. I made sure I had extra clothes at Merri’s in case I ever got snowed in there, or in case Merri got snowed in at work and I ended up staying with the kids longer than planned.

~~~

One particularly snowy Wednesday afternoon in early December I got to Merri’s house just as the weather service announced a school closure for the next two days. The kids were extra wound up with this news, and I felt pretty good too, since that meant no classes at the college for me either.

Merri left early for work, giving herself extra time on the icy roads, and while the kids played video games (something they rarely were allowed to do on school nights) I cracked open my books and started on my homework, hoping to get it done so I could enjoy the next few days off.

After about three hours I got up from the table and put my books away. I was just starting to set the table so the kids and I could eat when the phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Sabrina! I just thought I’d let you know that the kid’s dad is going to be by in a bit to get them.” Said Merri.

Merri’s ex-husband was a teacher, and he and Merri got along well enough that they didn’t rely on any court decided visitation schedule. They just did what they felt was best for the kids.

“Okay.” I said. “Do I need to get anything ready for them?”

“Just make sure they each take enough clothes for a few extra days, and their winter stuff.” Merri said. “And one more favor?”

“Anything.” I said.

“In the top drawer of my dresser I have a flashlight.” She said. “Could you get it and leave it on the kitchen counter for me? If the storm kills the power I could at least find a light as soon as I stumble in from the garage.”

“Sure thing.” I told her.

“Thank you.” She said. “Once the kids are gone feel free to take off for the weekend if you like. No sense sitting in the empty house until I get home.”

“Sounds good.” I replied. “Have a good weekend.”

I hung up the phone and got the kids headed upstairs to pack. They were used to going to their dad’s, so I offered only an occasional suggestion or reminder about what to put into their bags, and then they were ready.

Before long their dad arrived, and with a lot of noise and happy energy the three of them loaded up their stuff and they were on their way.

As I watched them back out of the driveway I realized that this was the first time I’d ever been alone in the house.

I went down the half flight of stairs into the family room and walked into Merri’s bedroom. I had only been in here once when she’d first set it up, and I felt suddenly strange, like I was snooping where I didn’t belong.

I went to her dresser and pulled open the top drawer, and suddenly froze in embarrassed shock.

There was a flashlight in there all right, along with three glass candles, and a box of wooden matches.

But lying next to all that was a white plastic vibrator. I stared at it for a long moment. My instinct was to grab the flashlight and slam the drawer closed and pretend I hadn’t seen it.

But the curious lust in my stomach so badly wanted to touch it.

Truth be told I wanted to do more than touch it.

I wanted to smell it.

I wanted to taste it.

I wanted to twist the bottom of it and discover what the vibrations would feel like against my hand. Against my thigh. Against my pussy lips. Inside my hole.

I reached a finger out towards it, but hesitated. Merri wasn’t merely an object of an orgasmic fantasy. She was my friend, and this would feel like a betrayal.

She probably hadn’t meant for me to see this.

I stared longingly for another few moments, and then took out the flashlight and slid the drawer closed and returned to the kitchen.

I had some clothes in her dryer and I went to the laundry room to retrieve them, planning to take most of my clothes back to my parents for the long weekend.

But when I got to the laundry room my heart began to thud again. On top of the dirty clothes basket were the clothes Merri had been wearing before she changed and left for work.

And on top of the dirty clothes, were a pair of lacy purple panties.

Without realizing what I was doing I suddenly realized I had picked them up.

As I stood there holding her panties, I had an almost irresistible urge to sniff them. I often sniffed my own panties, especially if I’d been aroused or worn them to masturbate in, and I wondered if her scent would be anything like my own.

But somehow that would also feel like a violation to me, like I was invading her personal space.

On the other hand, these weren’t in her room. They were right here in the laundry room where she obviously didn’t care if I saw them.

And I was already holding them.

I brought them to my nose and closed my eyes, breathing in her smell. Even though I had never smelled Merri in this sort of way before, I was certain that I would have known that this was her scent even if I didn’t know they were her panties.

I felt a primal pull towards her, and realized that my nipples were hard, my hands were sweating, I was breathing hard, and my own pussy was drenched with desire.

I dropped her panties back on the laundry pile and gathered up my own laundry and carried it to my room. Alone in my room I had a fantasy of retrieving her panties from the laundry basket and masturbating while inhaling her scent.

But my fear of somehow being caught, even though I was alone in the house, far outweighed my desire for an immediate orgasm. I could make myself wait until I got back to my own house.

I went back into the kitchen, with a sense of guilt. I decided to give the house a quick cleaning, as a way of bringing some peace to the shame I felt for having seen her sex toy and then sniffing the crotch of her panties.

I washed the bowls and cups from the kids after school snack, and then got out the vacuum and ran it in the upstairs hallway, all three bedrooms up there, the living room and finally down in the family room. I was about to put it away when I decided to run it in her bedroom as well.

I usually didn’t run it in any of the bedrooms, just sticking to the common areas of the house and the upstairs hallway. However, I was now using one of the bedrooms, and I’d been in the kids’ rooms helping them pack, so it didn’t feel like I was intruding to vacuum in them.

She always left her bedroom door open, so I’d seen into her room almost every time I was in the family room. And it wasn’t like I’d be violating her personal space too much since she’d already sent me in there to get the flashlight.

I pushed the vacuum into her room, and soon had her carpet finished. As I was winding up the cord, I looked around the room, and again felt that odd feeling of being alone in the house.

Not just alone in the house, but alone in Merri’s bedroom.

Alone in the room where she masturbated.

Alone in the room where she pushed the vibrator up into herself.

I took the vacuum back to the hall closet, wondering what was happening to me.

I’d never been romantically attracted to women. My whole life males had been the object of my romantic fantasies, crushes, and as I grew older my sexual attention.

But females sometimes factored into my sexual fantasies. Not so much as the objects of my desire, but certainly as supporting parts of my lust. Although I would often awaken in the middle of the night and realize that I’d been having intense sex with another woman in one of my dreams.

I had no real sexual feelings for Merri, except for the closeness I felt for her as a friend, and the small part of me that knew something intimate about her, and that she knew something intimate about me.

Standing alone in her kitchen, I thought about how she’d not only given me a job but had made me feel welcome and loved. She’d even let me into a private part of her life and had been kind and gentle with something that I was deeply ashamed of.

I realized that I was feeling an affection for her that I hadn’t ever experienced before.

Not a romantic crush, but almost like that.

Not lust, but almost like that too.

Definitely not a family sort of affection.

I stood still pondering it for a moment and decided that just like so many other parts of my private life it was just something I couldn’t really define.

Suddenly I felt a cold draft across my neck and turned around with a start to see Merri coming in from the garage.

“Why are you home so early?” I asked her.

“They’re closing everything down out there.” She told me. “So they sent me home in case they need me later in the weekend.”

“Well I’ll be out of your hair soon.” I told her. “I just stuck around long enough to run the vacuum and finish the dishes.”

“You do too much around here.” She said. “But you’re a lifesaver.”

She went through the kitchen and put her bag on the living room couch.

“The roads are a total nightmare.” She said. “It’ll take you a month to get home.”

“It’s a good thing then that I’ve got nowhere to be for the next few days.” I said.

“I’m going to change clothes,” she said, “and then make some hot chocolate and relax. You’re welcome to stick around if you want to.”

She headed for her room, and I started some water heating. By the time it was ready she was back.

“Thanks for vacuuming.” She said. “It’s great coming home to a clean house. I can’t remember how we got along without you.”

“My pleasure.” I said. “I live here part time. The least I can do is clean here part time.”

“Stick around for a cup of cocoa?” she asked.

“Sure.” I grinned.

“Grab that flashlight in case the power goes out and take it down to the family room.” She said. “I’ll bring the drinks.”

I picked up the flashlight and carried it down to the family room, and in a few moments she joined me, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate.

I settled in on the sofa, and she turned off all the lights except a tiny one on top of her tv. Listening to the wind howl outside made the dark room seem cozy and peaceful.

She handed me a mug and then sat down on the other end of the sofa, stretching her legs out so that her feet were almost touching me.

“Is this okay?” she asked. “I don’t want to crowd you.”

“It’s fine.” I said. “I’m enjoying the peace and quiet.”

“Me too.” She said. “It’s always a joy to talk to you about life. Between the kids and work I don’t get a lot of interesting adult conversation.”

“I feel the same way.” I said quietly. “In fact the conversation we had a few weeks ago really made me feel a lot better about some stuff I was worried about.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked. “Which conversation was that?”

“When we were talking about stress.” I said softly. “And stress relief.”

“Oh.” She said with a kind smile. “You mean when we talked about masturbation.”

“Yeah.” I smiled as well.

“What exactly were you worried about Sabrina?” she asked.

“Just that……well……uh…..that I was…..well…..” I took a deep breath before continuing. “I was worried that I was doing it too much.”

“Too much?” she asked.

I nodded in the dark room.

“I don’t think there’s really any way to measure how much is too much.” She said. “Do you ever do it more than once a day?”

I nodded in the dark, deeply embarrassed.

“Do you ever have days where you don’t do it?” she asked.

I nodded again.

“So what would seem to be ‘too much’ on a day where you don’t do it, might seem like ‘not enough’ on a day where you do a couple of times.” She said, putting verbal quotation marks around some of her words. “Does that make sense?”

“Sure.” I said, and it really did.

“I never even tried it until I went to college.” She said. “I lived in an apartment with two friends. We each had our own room, and one night I woke up from a really sexy dream, and without really knowing what I was doing I touched myself until I came.”

She paused and took a drink of her cocoa.

“It was the first orgasm I ever had, and I was instantly addicted.” She continued. “I had my fingers in myself first thing every morning when I woke up and again every night before I went to sleep. I even used to do it in the middle of the afternoon if I was there alone and didn’t have classes.”

“Wow.” I said.

“I got my first toy on a Saturday morning when I had the apartment to myself for the weekend.” she giggled. “On Monday I woke up so sore I could hardly walk. It wasn’t until Thursday that I felt normal down there.”

“Toy?” I asked, curious lust about her white vibrator tight in my belly.

“My first vibrator.” She said. “Do you have one?”

I shook my head ‘no’, positive that my hairbrush didn’t count.

“Can I ask you another question?” she said. “About what you were worried about?”

“You can ask me anything Merri.” I said in the quiet room.

“Do you ever do it instead of doing something you’re supposed to be doing? Like work or going to class?” she asked.

“Oh no!” I said. “Nothing like that.”

“Do you ever do it while you’re doing something important?” she asked “Like driving, or studying?”

“Nope.” I said. “Well maybe on a study break.”

“That’s what study breaks are for.” She giggled. “I never would have made it through any of my finals in college without those kinds of breaks.”

I laughed with her, remembering how a few nights earlier I’d been sitting in my room studying and realized I had my pen in my mouth. And that had made me think about oral sex and within a few minutes I was under the covers in my bed pushing the handle of my hairbrush into my wet pussy.

“Can I ask you a really personal question Sabrina?” she asked.

“Definitely.” I replied.

“You don’t have to answer of course.” She said. “But since you’re worried about it I’m curious where you do it?”

“Where?” I repeated.

“Like I said you don’t have to answer.” She said. “I just thought maybe you were worried about where you were doing it.”

“Well maybe a little.” I confessed. “Mostly I do it at home in my own bed, or at least in my own room. Sometimes in my shower at home.”

“That’s not unusual.” She said. “What are you worried about?”

“Well sometimes I do it in the woods.” I told her. “When I’m out there hiking.”

“A nature lover huh?” she said, with a friendly grin.

“I guess so.” I said, hoping she couldn’t tell I was blushing in the dark room. “I just like feeling the sun and the breeze, when it’s nice outside.”

“Do you do it where people could see you?” she asked.

“Oh no. I’m always really careful about that.” I said.

“So home and in the woods.” She said. “Anywhere else? Do you do it here?”

“No.” I said softly. “Except for just one time. I feel like doing it here would be like irresponsible or something.”

“Well I do want you to feel at home here.” She said. “Was it irresponsible the time you did it here?”

“No.” I said, staring at the coffee table. “It was late at night. After we talked about it that time. I didn’t plan it. After I went to bed I just sort of realized…..it just sort of happened.”

“Oh Sabrina,” she said, “that’s not weird at all. I did it that night too. The conversation was sort of hot.”

“I felt like maybe I’d crossed a line.” I said, not sure why I was telling her this. “By letting something we talked about get to me like that.”

“We can’t always control what turns us on.” She told me. “Sometimes our bodies just have erotic reactions to things we see or hear or think about.”

She got up and took my mug from me and headed towards the kitchen.

I got up and followed her, unwilling to let the conversation drift away.

She turned the heat on under the water kettle again, and spooned more chocolate into our mugs.

She turned and rested her hips against the counter, and I did the same against the sink.

“Sabrina,” she said, “if you’re not masturbating instead of doing the things you’re supposed to do, and if you’re not masturbating in situations that could be dangerous or unhealthy, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“Well that was part of what I was worried about.” I said softly, unable to make eye contact, but determined to find her opinion on my fascination with kink.

“Were you worried about doing it here?” she asked, moving closer to me, and taking my hand. “Because as long as you do it behind closed doors, I don’t think that is wrong at all.”

As embarrassed as I was, in that moment I felt like a complete and total adult. Like she was seeing me as an equal. I wasn’t a college girl in her eyes. I was an adult woman.

“It wasn’t that.” I said. “But that does make me feel better. Thank you.”

She leaned in and hugged me, and I put my arms around her and squeezed. We stood like that for a moment, before the kettle started to whistle, and she kissed my forehead and then turned back to the stove.

I had enjoyed the hug more than I thought I would and couldn’t really understand why. My palms were sweaty, and my heartrate was definitely elevated.

Maybe the combination of closeness and the conversation?

She poured the water into the mugs and gave each of them a few quick stirs. She handed mine to me and then nodded her head and I followed her back down to the shadowy family room.

“So what was your worry Sabrina?” she asked me, settling in on her end of the couch with her knees pulled up in front of her watching me.

“It was…….I was……I….uh…..” I was stammering again, torn between confiding in her and being ashamed.

“Honey, it’s okay.” She whispered. “You don’t have to tell me if you really don’t want to. But whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone, and I promise not to make fun of you.”

I looked up and caught her eyes and knew that this was it. The single best time I was probably ever going to have to talk about this stuff.

“What you said earlier.” I said softly. “About not being able to control what turns us on? That we sometimes just have reactions to things?”

“Yes?” she said.

“Sometimes the things I think about. The sexual things I think about, especially when I’m, you know, touching myself?” I said. “Sometimes I worry that they’re not really normal.”

“What kind of things are they?” she asked. “Are they dangerous things?”

“I don’t think so.” I said. “Although I’m always afraid what would happen if someone found out.”

“Are they illegal things?” she asked carefully.

“Oh no!” I said, louder than I’d intended. “They’re all legal. I’ve looked them up on the internet, and they’re safe enough, I guess. I just worry that it’s not normal to like them so much. Or to like so many of them. Or to think about them so often.”

“What sort of things are they Sabrina?” she asked.

“I think about oral sex.” I said. “A lot.”

“Oral sex?” she asked softly.

“That’s one of the things, yes.” I answered. “I wonder what it feels like to have it happen. I wonder what it feels like to do it to a guy.”

“Those are normal things to wonder about.” She said. “You shouldn’t feel badly for being curious.”

“It’s not just curious.” I told her. “It’s way beyond just being curious. And it’s not just oral sex either.”

“So tell me Sabrina.” She said. “You can trust me.”

I took a deep breath, and then plunged in.

“It’s a lot of stuff. Watching people have sex or masturbate, letting them watch me, seeing how long I can feel pleasure without having an orgasm, and seeing how I could make someone else last like that.” I said it all in a rush, stopping to look up at her.

She smiled warmly at me, no judgement or disgust apparent on her face.

“I also think about being tied up or tying someone else up.” I went on. “I think about touching a guy while he’s hard, not just a little either, but stroking him for a real long time and making him beg for more.”

“Honey I don’t think there’s anything wrong with any of that.” She whispered. “I’ve tried all those things.”

“You have?” I blurted out.

I was shocked that things I’d considered to be activities that only complete perverts would engage in were things that Merri had done.

“Oh my yes Sabrina.” She said. “All of them and even more.”

“You don’t think I’m weird?” I asked, trying hard to keep my voice from shaking.

She suddenly leaned over and put her mug on the coffee table, before sliding next to me and putting her arm around me.

Like it was the most natural thing in the world I put my head down on her shoulder.

“Sabrina, I think you’re absolutely normal.” She whispered. “Maybe even better than normal because you’re so young but you’ve already developed a list of things that arouse you to think about.”

“I think about them all the time.” I said.

She squeezed me with her arm.

“That’s okay.” She said. “Trust me, it’s absolutely normal and healthy to think about sex and the different ways to enjoy it.”

“I even think about them when I…..uh…..while I do it to myself.” I whispered.

“That’s one of the best times to think about that stuff.” She said quietly. “And do you want to know a secret?”

“Sure.” I said.

“I think about some of those things while I do it too.” She whispered back.

“But every time?” I asked, afraid I was going one question too far.

She giggled again.

“Yes Sabrina.” She said. “I think about kinky and weird things just about every time.”

I closed my eyes, sitting there in the dark with the wind howling outside, feeling her next to me. I had never felt this close to anyone before, and I didn’t want this connection to end.

“Did you tell your parents that you’d be home early?” she asked. “Are they worried about you?”

“No I didn’t tell them.” I said. “I wasn’t going to let them know until I was leaving here. I wanted to finish the laundry and dishes. They’re not expecting me until Saturday or Sunday.”

“Well you can leave if you want to.” She told me. “But the roads were absolutely awful. And they’re probably getting worse.”

She put her hand on my thigh and gave it a sisterly squeeze.

“I think a soak in the hot tub would be just the thing to enjoy during a blizzard.” She said. “Want to join me?”

I was startled by the offer. I swam in our pool at home all summer, but I’d never been in a hot tub before. And with just the two of us here it felt like it would be intimately awkward.

“Are you sure it would be okay?” I asked her.

“Of course.” She said with a grin. “My house so it’s my rules, and I say it’s absolutely okay.”

“I don’t have a bathing suit here.” I said.

“Don’t worry about that.” She said.

She stood and went into her bedroom, and in a moment, I heard the giant tub start to fill with water.

She returned and gathered up the mugs and headed to the kitchen. In a moment she was back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She started for her bedroom.

“Come on.” Merri said.

I followed her into her bedroom, and then through to her bathroom, where she put the two glasses and the wine on the ledge of the hot tub, turned the water off, and dipped her arm in.

“Perfect.” She said. “Let’s get in and relax.”

She went to the doorway and turned off the overhead light and used a dimmer switch to cause a soft glow to shine from three wall mounted lights.

“Do you have an extra bathing suit I could borrow?” I asked.

It was a silly question. Although we were close to the same height, she had much bigger breasts than I did, and while she was fit, I was downright skinny. Nothing that fit her would be likely to fit me.

“I can loan you one if you’d be more comfortable, or you can get in with your bra and underwear on, or just naked.” She said.

She undid the drawstring on her sweatpants, and pulled them down over her hips, and pulled each sock off as she pulled the pants over her feet.

She stood up and I found myself staring uncontrollably. She hadn’t been wearing any panties, and her pussy was completely bare. It didn’t look shaved, it just looked soft and hairless.

She saw me staring and grinned.

“I had it waxed.” She said. “It feels so much more sensitive when I wear something soft and silky. And the hot water feels absolutely lovely without any hair in the way.”

“Did it hurt?” I asked.

“It stings, but the results are worth it.” She said.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

“That’s quite alright.” She said. “If I didn’t want people looking at it, I wouldn’t make it pretty to look at.”

I grinned back at her, feeling a flush of pride wash over me.

‘She wanted me to look!’ I thought.

She pulled her hoodie off over her head, and I turned away, knowing my eyes would betray my interest in her body if she saw my face.

I undid my pants as well and bent down to pull my shoes and socks off. When I stood up I heard her foot splash into the water and I turned towards the tub as I started to push my pants over my hips.

And I froze for the second time, caught by the sight of Merri standing in the hot tub, just a few feet from me, totally naked. My eyes were drawn to her breasts, and her areola’s looked dark brown and the size of silver dollars.

“Sorry.” I mumbled again. “You’re beautiful but I shouldn’t keep staring.”

“Sabrina you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” She said softly. “So hurry up and get undressed so I can stare too.”

I stepped out of my pants and pulled my shirt off. I gathered my clothes up and looked for a place to put them, intending to get into the tub wearing my panties and bra.

“Just put them on the floor.” She said. “We’ll put them through the wash tomorrow.”

I dropped them on my shoes and turned to the tub and saw that she hadn’t been kidding.

She was staring at my almost naked body.

“You can take those off too.” She said. “It’s just us here and I certainly don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course.” She said. “I think you have a nice body. I certainly don’t mind seeing it.”

I blushed again and hoped that in the dimly lit room she wouldn’t be able to tell.

I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra and hesitated just a moment before taking it off and stepping out of my panties.

I had been naked in front of others in locker rooms several times in my life, and of course at doctor’s appointments. But never in my life had I been undressed in a room where the other person was naked, and it was just the two of us.

It felt erotic, even if it hadn’t been intended that way by her.

I stepped into the hot water and forgot about Merri for a moment as I sank down into the relaxing heat.

“Oh wow.” I whispered, with my eyes closed.

“It’s usually the second-best part of my day when I finally get into the tub.” She said.

“What’s the best part?” I asked softly.

“Having an orgasm. Or two. Or five.” She sighed.

My eyes opened and we made eye contact.

“Five?” I whispered.

“Sure.” She said. “Sometimes. Don’t you ever cum more than once?”

“I do sometimes.” I admitted. “But usually after a break. And then just maybe two times.”

“The next time you get really horny, and you have a while to play,” she said, “tease yourself and make yourself wait a bit for your orgasm.”

“Okay.” I said.

“And when you finally do make yourself cum, just as soon as your orgasm is over wait about thirty seconds and then stimulate yourself again as intensely as you can.”

“I will definitely try that.” I said. “It sounds amazing.”

“Oh it is.” She grinned.

“I might even try it tonight.” I said. “If I don’t fall asleep in here and drown or die of frostbite on the way home.”

“I won’t let you drown.” She assured me. “If you look sleepy, I’ll slide over there and pinch you to keep you awake.”

At that moment the lights flickered.

“And I don’t think you should even try to go home tonight unless you have to.” She said. “That way you can definitely try it tonight. And you can absolutely have some mind-blowing orgasms in that room up there. I know I sure have!”

“Then I am definitely going to try it tonight.” I said, feeling my belly tighten in anticipation.

“I’m really enjoying this conversation, Sabrina.” She told me. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a friend to talk dirty with.”

“I think this is good for me too.” I replied. “I haven’t had anyone to ever talk to about this stuff. I mean I could ask my mom if I really had to, but not someone who really gets what I’m feeling.”

“That makes sense.” She said. “I had a friend I learned lots from too. My parents are pretty straight. They’d die if they knew all the different things I’ve done to have orgasms.”

I giggled again, suddenly feeling brave and horny in the hot water.

“I think most people would die if they knew some of the things I’ve done just to have an orgasm alone.”

“Oh yeah?” she said, stretching out her foot and touching mine. “Tell me one of them. See if I live through it.”

“Okay.” I said. “But this is a bit strange, I think. I thought of it earlier when you mentioned a sex toy.”

“Oh yeah?” she grinned, her foot giving mine a rub before retreating to her side of the tub.

“I don’t have any vibrators or anything.” I said. “But I have these two hairbrushes, with plastic handles. I sometimes push one inside of me and suck on the other one.”

A silence hung in the room, and nothing was moving except for the faint movement of the water. She was so still for so many minutes that I wondered if I had said something wrong.

“Judas fuck.” She whispered.

I just looked at her, afraid to say anything, but unable to look away.

“That’s so fucking hot.” Merri whispered. “Do you have any idea how fucking erotic that sounds Sabrina?”

“I’m not sure.” I said. “It’s just something I really wanted to try one night after thinking about….well after thinking about tasting a cock.”

“You’ve never had a real cock have you?” she asked softly.

“No I haven’t.” I said.

“Have you ever seen one?” she asked.

“I walked in on a guy changing once at the college. Backstage during a play rehearsal.” I said. “But it wasn’t planned or anything, and he wasn’t hard.”

“That’s too bad.” She giggled.

“I know.” I agreed. “I dreamt about it for weeks. I kept waking up sweaty and horny.”

“Have you ever done anything sexual with another person?” she asked.

“Last Christmas Eve I had a date who played with my breasts.” I told her. “Except once he got his fingers on my nipple he just kept squeezing and twisting it.”

“College guys have no idea how to handle breasts.” She said. “They think if they do the same thing over and over it will eventually make us spread our legs.”

“After about ten minutes he wanted a handjob.” I laughed. “And as much as I wanted to try it, I knew he’d tell everyone. And after the way he touched me, I knew it wouldn’t be very fun with him.”

“Once guys get a little older most of them figure out that each woman is different.” She said. “They figure out that part of the fun of new partners is learning what those special triggers are.”

“Special triggers?” I asked. “Like individual kinks or needs?”

“Exactly.” She said. “For instance, I’d guess with you, that sexual conversation like we’ve been having tonight would turn you on far more than just grabbing at your tits.”

“I think you’re right.” I agreed.

“For me, it’s kissing.” She said. “If someone holds me and we kiss for a long time, it builds up so much need in my body that I can cum from almost any sort of touch at all.”

“Really?” I whispered.

“Yes.” She said. “Although I don’t really know why. Except I once had someone kiss me and hold me while I fingered myself. I came so hard with her that I almost passed out.”

“Her?” I whispered, almost to myself.

“Yes.” She answered. “I’m mostly straight Sabrina. But I’ve played with a few women. Nothing really romantic, just sharing pleasure.”

“That makes sense.” I said, feeling my pussy throb in the hot water. I wondered where exactly the line between romantic feelings and sexual feelings was.

“She was the first woman who ever made me totally wet just by playing with my breasts.” She said. “Before that I’d just been with guys who did what that guy did to you.”

“Mine get really sensitive when I play by myself.” I said. “Sometimes I can rub them both at the same time and get really close to an orgasm.”

“That’s because they’re so perfectly petite.” She said.

“You mean small.” I giggled.

“I think they’re perfect.” She said. “For your size and shape they look so incredibly erotic.”

I felt a flush of pride run through me. All compliments are nice, but when they’re spoken by someone you value as much as I valued Merri, they take on a different velocity as they hit you.

“All women have the same number of nerve endings in their breasts.” She continued. “But when your breasts aren’t so huge, they’re all concentrated together.”

“I never really thought of that.” I said. “But it makes sense.”

“Anyway,” she said, “she sort of ‘woke my nipples up’, and they’ve been really sensitive ever since. Or at least she made me aware of how sensitive they get anytime I’m even a little horny”

“That sounds so hot.” I said.

“Want to see?” she asked.

Without waiting for an answer she sat up, her chest coming up out of the water. I could see that her nipples were stiff, with water dripping off of them. I almost moaned just from seeing them.

She sat back down and smiled.

“Our conversation has got me sort of worked up.” She said.

“It’s pretty dark in here.” I said. “But I could almost see.”

“Well then here.” She said.

Before I had time to react, she slid across the tub and was sitting next to me, our shoulders touching. She reached for my fingers, and I let her pull them to her breast. I pressed my palm flat against her flesh, feeling her stiff nipple against my hand.

“If you can’t see, you can feel.” She whispered, and I felt her body quiver.

This time I did moan, my emotions and thoughts swirling through me, but none of them able to compete with the sheer lust that I was feeling.

Between my thoughts, emotions and lust though, it was my lust that was in control, and without thought or plan I slid my hand down a bit, and my fingers took her nipple and pulled softly.

“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Merri moaned.

She closed her eyes and shuddered. Her hand was suddenly on my knee, and she moved it softly a few inches up onto my thigh, and even under the hot water the skin-on-skin contact made my clitoris throb.

“So,” she said, her voice thick with lust, “just the guy on Christmas Eve? No other sexual partners?”

Her hand stayed where it was, but her fingers were flexing on my thigh, and despite the heat of the tub and warmth of the room I shivered.

“Not really.” I panted.

“Not really?” she asked, looking me in the eye from six inches away.

I cupped her breast, feeling the weight of her in my hand.

“I called someone from a chat room.” I said. “For phone sex.”

“Did you cum with him?” she asked me, her fingers moving a millimeter closer to my cunt. I could feel the tickle as her fingertip made contact with my bush.

“I called two people.” I said, my voice shaking. “Two different people, two different times I mean.”

“Did you masturbate with them both?” she asked me.

“The first one we just talked, and he was touching himself. I didn’t want to cum when he did,” I said, “I wanted to take turns so I could listen to him without being distracted.”

“That’s sounds very erotic.” She said. “It’s always nice to be able to focus on your partners pleasure.”

“Except after he came he hung up.” I whispered. “And I didn’t get to. At least not with him. I did by myself afterwards.”

“That’s too bad.” She said. “What about the other call?”

I almost asked her to promise not to think I was weird, but I realized that with her fingers close to my most sensitive spot we were way past judging each other.

“It was with another girl.” I said, admitting something to myself as I said the words out loud.

Her fingers left my thigh and touched my belly. I took in a deep breath and felt her fingers tickle their way up my skin, towards my chest.

“Did you hear her cum?” Merri whispered into my ear.

“Yes.” I groaned. “She let me hear her cum.”

“And did she get to hear you?” she asked, her breath hot against my ear, and her fingers like electricity on the skin under my breast.

My belly clenched.

I’d never known the underside of my breast was so goddamn sensitive before.

“She almost did.” I said. “I described what I was doing to myself and I got so close, but my parents got home and we had to stop.”

“You never tried to call her back?” she asked.

I gasped again, feeling her other hand on my other breast.

“Oh god I did, I tried to.” I told her. “But one of us was always busy when the other one was free.”

“Do you still think about her when you touch yourself?” she asked me.

Her index finger was circling my areola, and I squirmed in the hot water, feeling pleasure roll through my body.

“I do.” I said. “Some nights all I want is for someone to listen to me or watch me.”

“You want to share your pleasure with someone don’t you Sabrina?” she asked, her voice thick and soft in my ear.

“I do.” I said through gritted teeth. “I want that so fucking bad.”

“I think you’re like me.” She whispered. “That’s what I crave even more than mere orgasms. I want my partner to want my orgasms as bad as their own, because I want all of theirs in addition to mine.”

“I never thought how to explain it.” I said, my voice trembling. “But that’s the way I feel. Exactly.”

“What you want isn’t always normal.” She said. “Too many people just want to cum. What you’re after though is much more powerful than just an orgasm. It’s a connected pleasure.”

She flicked her fingernail across my nipple, and my whole body tensed as a shockwave of need grasped me.

“Orgasms are fun. They’re relaxing, invigorating, and they can remind us of all the best parts of what we can experience physically.” She said. “But sharing someone else’s orgasm, one you can taste and hear and feel and see, that’s a powerful level of intimacy.”

“That’s what I want.” I moaned. “It’s what I need. Someone who feels exactly like that.”

She moved her finger away from my breast and put both of her arms around me and pulled me close. I melted against her and wrapped my arms around her, wanting to feel every inch of my body against hers.

I felt both completely in control of what I was doing, and at the same time completely detached, as if I was dreaming.

“You do know someone exactly like that.” Merri whispered.

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against my own.

“And she’s needed to find someone who feels this way for a long time.” She said, leaning over and licking my earlobe.

I jumped in her arms. My entire body felt like it was on fire and I was trying to press it as hard against her as I could.

“Fuuuuuck.” I groaned.

“More than even being fucked or licked or having a cock to suck, you want to cum and have someone else there with you while you do, don’t you?” she asked me again.

“Oh fuck yes!” I groaned.

I was shaking.

I was shaking with lust, and fear, and nervousness, and desire, and need and with the newness of this experience and with my feelings for Merri and with the awakening of feelings that I didn’t even know I had.

“I want that so fucking much.” I said, fighting back tears.

“Shhhhh.” She said, stroking my hair. “It’s okay honey. You’re okay.”

“I’m sorry Merri.” I said, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I don’t know why I’m crying. I don’t know what I’m even feeling, except I love it and I don’t ever fucking want it to go away.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to go away.” She said softly. “But maybe we can add to it.”

She pressed her lips to mine, and I pulled her body close, pressing myself against her as hard as I could.

Her tongue touched mine and I moaned into her mouth, stretching my legs out and trying to pull her down on top of me.

I’d wanted to wrap my legs around her, to feel our bodies rub against each other, but suddenly I was under the water, and I came bounding up, snorting and coughing into the air and splashing water all over the room.

I felt embarrassed and stupid for having ruined the kiss, tried to catch my breath.

“Jesus I’m sorry.” I gasped “I didn’t mean to…”

Her lips were on mine again, and she pulled me to her, so I was on her lap. I felt my pussy press against her belly, and her fingers suddenly pinched one of my nipples as her mouth licked tenderly at the other one.

My cunt twisted with a pulse of pleasure, that traveled up into my stomach and through my whole body, causing my nipples and clit to feel like they were vibrating.

“Oh gaaaaawwwwwwwwwd.” I groaned out loud in the quiet room, feeling tears fill my eyes again.

Her lips pulled my nipple, and I wrapped my arms around her head and rolled my hips against her.

She gently pushed me off her and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. She stepped out onto a fuzzy bathmat, and I followed her, my legs shaking.

She reached into the tub and pulled the handle, and it started to drain. Still holding my hand, she turned and guided me over to a towel rack, where she pulled down a big yellow towel and started drying me.

When I was mostly dry, she ran the towel around her own body, before dropping it on the floor. She took me by the hand again, and I followed easier now that my legs had stopped shaking.

We went into her bedroom, and she pulled me onto her giant bed, positioning me in the middle and laying next to me, both of us on our back and our shoulders, hips, and thighs touching. The only light in the room came through the open door from her bathroom.

We were still holding hands.

“If you want your first orgasm with someone to happen tonight Sabrina, I can help you.” She said.

I swallowed and took a deep breath.

I definitely wanted to cum.

More than wanted, I desperately needed to cum. Even laying still I could feel my clit throb and my nipples were so stiff they were almost painful.

But I didn’t want to change anything between Merri and myself. We had such a good relationship, almost like sisters. It was one thing to talk about orgasms and sex together. But if we did those things, what would happen to our relationship?

“This doesn’t have to change things between us.” She said softly, as if she were reading my mind. “I love our conversations, and our connection.”

“Me too.” I whispered. “I don’t want to screw that up. I don’t want to ruin this.”

I paused, trying to choose my words carefully.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” I said, speaking out into the dark room.

I felt her roll up onto her side, and she let go of my hand, and let her other hand rest lightly on my belly.

I shivered, realizing that for the first time in my life I was in bed with someone naked, and their fingers were only inches from my swollen pussy lips.

“Tonight doesn’t have to make things worse.” She said. “Maybe now that we know that we’re so much alike we can be there for each other. Maybe that will make things better.”

“I want that.” I said, fighting to keep my voice from shaking.

“Sure.” She said softly. “Not just for sex. For sharing closeness.”

Her fingers began to move on my belly, just an inch at a time, and I shivered again, feeling a physical need push against me, in a way that I had never before experienced.

“Merri?” I groaned.

“Yes honey?” she replied, her lips touching my ear.

“Can……can we?” I stuttered.

“Can we what Sabrina?” she asked.

“C-can we…..I…uh…..I n-need……to…..need to…..I w-want…..” I struggled to speak instead of just moaning.

“Do you want to cum Sabrina?” she whispered.

She put her lips against mine, and I spread my legs and reached for her body.

“Oh f-f-f-fuck yes.” I said, my lips touching hers.

I felt her tongue lick along my upper lip, and then push into my mouth, and I grabbed her hip and pulled her against me.

We kissed like that, our hips rolling gently as we moaned and clutched at each other, her grinding against the bed and me humping at the air, my body begging for contact.

The waterbed absorbed our motion, rolling us up and down with each other’s rhythm in gentle waves.

Her fingers touched my breast again, and I grunted with need and lifted my ass off of the bed.

She slid down, and I felt her thighs on either side of my leg. I felt her wet tongue lick my nipple at the same moment her hairless cunt touched my knee.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I yelled.

She sucked at my nipple, and I twisted my hands in her hair and thumped my ass up and down on the bed, both of us riding the waves I caused.

“Sabrina?” she whispered.

“Yes?” I croaked.

“Close your eyes honey.” She said.

I did and felt her fingers on my inner thigh.

I whimpered with need.

“Just concentrate on what it feels like.” She said. “Don’t try to make yourself cum. Don’t try to hold it back. Just let the pleasure do whatever it needs to.”

Her fingers pushed up along my cunt lips and I let out a long loud moan, feeling myself clench and flutter in delight.

She drug her fingers up and down along my lips, and I felt how wet and swollen they were as her fingers caused the slippery lips to part with need.

She kissed my breast gently and I twisted my fingers even tighter in her hair.

“You don’t have to answer.” She whispered. “But when I ask you a question, I want you to think about what I’m asking.”

“Uh-huh.” I groaned, closing my eyes as another pulse of pleasure gripped me.

“Does that feel good?” she asked. “My fingers on your lips?”

She pushed a finger to the very edge of my opening and swirled it around.

“Teasing your sensitive opening…..do you feel all those nerve endings?” she whispered.

I rolled my hips again, no longer in control of my body.

She nudged a second finger inside of my opening, and I felt a tightness in my belly that I knew was the start of an orgasm.

“Does your hole feel good Sabrina?” she hissed.

And then her fingers touched my clit, and the pleasure caused by her touch was almost painful it was so intense.

“UGFFFF…..UGFFF…..DO……IT……FUG…IS…FEEL…..FUUUUUUUUUUCK.” the words humped out of my mouth uncontrollably.

“Does that feel good?” she asked softly. “Does your clit like being rubbed?”

I opened my eyes wide in the dark room, staring up at the ceiling as my body burned with a sexual tension that it had never felt before.

“Merri.” I begged her. “Oh Merri.”

“What does it feel like?” she whispered.

“It’s so soft.” I panted. “It’s pulling me…..just pulling me….more and more….”

She put one finger on each side of my clit and trapped my clit between them. Before I could process the sharp pleasure that caused her hot and wet tongue covered my nipple again, slowly licking it like an ice cream cone.

“Oh god.” I moaned, feeling my orgasm get closer.

“Is it still pulling?” She asked.

“Oh fuck yes fuck yes oh fuck!” I gasped.

“Do you need to cum?” she asked. “Not just want, but do you fucking need to?”

“Oh my cum,” I whispered, “I need it so bad. It’s never been like this.”

She put her fingers on my clit again and started to slide them back and forth.

“How’s that feel baby?” she asked softly.

“Oh Merri so so so fuck oh god fuck oh god.” I howled into the darkness.

My voice pitched higher and higher, and I pushed my head back against the pillow and shut my eyes tight.

My orgasm had arrived.

It just hadn’t started yet.

“Love this moment, Sabrina.” She whispered. “The moment between pleasure and release.”

She was working her fingers in a slippery circle, and started going even faster as I trembled against her.

She pressed her body down on mine, and I pushed up against her, rocking with feelings I couldn’t describe or believe.

“Ride it!” she whispered.

Her fingers went even faster.

I opened my mouth wide and shrieked into the empty house, my pleasure screaming in my own ears as I felt the pressure in my cunt begin to burst.

The lustful agony burned within me as my orgasm built.

And built.

And built.

And built.

And built.

And then plateaued for just one glorious moment that became and explosion of heat and ecstasy that consumed me.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggg!” I screamed as it pounded through my body.

I humped and screamed and scratched and yelled and felt a tight throbbing in my clit that I hadn’t even known was possible.

And then I was still, with her wet fingers on my thigh, my lungs heaving, and a numb dizziness in my arms and legs.

I shut my eyes and was trying to think of something to say, when suddenly she shifted and I felt her tongue flick in and out of my belly button.

She flicked it against my abdomen.

She flicked it against my pubic hair.

And then she touched it to my clit, and without warning another orgasm slammed into me.

I opened my mouth to scream, and no sound came out as a torrent of pleasure pushed through me yet again.

She wiped her tongue back and forth over my stiff button as she pushed a finger into my cunt. I felt myself throb around her finger, and when she started twisting it in time with her tongue lapping pleasure against my clit I sat up.

I was unable to move my lower half as she pinned my thighs to the bed, but I bent forward as the orgasm twisted through me over and over and over and over and over again.

As it ended my ass was off the bed and I had all my weight on my arms.

“Oh god oh fuck.” I panted.

She moved again, crawling between my legs and pushing her face into my wet pussy.

I screamed as another shock of physical delight bolted through me, and I grabbed her head and pushed against her face.

“God god god god god!” I yelled, feeling another round of intense pleasure well up within me.

And then I came again, almost as intense as my last orgasm, but longer and so much more relaxing.

I felt as if all the energy and tension inside of me shot out of my cunt as she moved her lips and tongue and finger against all my most sensitive places.

I fell back on the bed and pulled my legs up, feeling her tongue lick against me as my body shifted down and down and down into a pleased state of exhaustion. I blinked as I felt tears running down my cheeks.

Eventually I stretched my legs out on either side of her. I could feel her hot breath against my thigh, and I reached down and rested one hand on the back of her head.

Neither of us moved, and for a long time the entire house was silent, and the bed was completely still.

By the time I could speak again I didn’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’ seemed lame, and I couldn’t come up with anything else. After a while I wondered if she had fallen asleep.

She changed positions again, and she was back on top of me, one of her legs between mine, and her mouth moving to my own.

I greedily pushed my tongue against hers, tasting my arousal and pleasure all over her tongue and lips and chin.

She moaned softly against my mouth, and the liquid fire of lust gripped me again.

We kissed with heat and passion, our tongues and lips conveying our feelings and need and desire back and forth between us.

I suddenly felt her press herself against my hip and moved my hand to her ass and squeezed as she pressed into me again.

Her pussy felt molten hot against me, and she began to grind her slick flesh against me as we kissed.

For a long time, it went on like that, her softly moaning and humping against my body as I held her tight.

I put my hand between us and felt for her breast, her teeth biting my tongue as I found her nipple.

“What should I do?” I asked her.

“I can cum just like this.” She said, her hips pushing back and forth against me.

I held her breast tightly with one hand, and pulled her to me with the other, and she began to pant and move faster.

“Tell me when you cum.” I said softly, kissing her neck.

“I’m gonna.” She said. “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“I want you to.” I moaned. “I want you to cum for me Merri!”

“Oh Sabrina I’m gonna cum!” she screeched, her hips fucking against me as fast as she could move them.

“Do it!” I urged her.

“Hold me tight!” she yelled. “Hold me while I go!”

I pinched her nipple again and licked her throat, and I felt her bite my shoulder and scream against it.

She moved back and forth on me, moaning and whimpering, and I felt her hot body vibrate with release.

I’m not sure quite what I expected after her orgasm ended, but I secretly hoped that she wanted to cum again.

I secretly hoped I could make her cum.

She kissed me again, and then rolled off the bed and went to her dresser. She fumbled with something for a moment, and then I heard her call for me in the family room.

“Sabrina?” she called. “Can you come in here?”

Curious I followed her into the family room and realized that she’d gone up a level into the living room.

It was a more formal room than the family room, with a matching love seat and sofa, two arm chairs, and a small China cabinet filled with school pictures, vacation mementos and the other assorted things families accumulate.

I joined her, realizing exactly how soft this deep carpet was on my bare feet.

“Help me.” She said.

I saw her take one end of the love seat and perplexed I took the other, realizing that she wanted me to help her slide it around so that it was facing the sofa. We pushed them together so that they were touching.

She went down the stairs and returned in a moment with two towels and handed one to me.

She turned the overhead lights on, and then spread out her towel on the love seat and climbed over the arm of the sofa and sat on it.

“Will you join me?” she asked with a smile.

Unsure what was happening I spread out the towel I was holding on the sofa where she indicated and soon, I was sitting exactly across from her, with our legs intertwined.

“I want to cum again.” She announced. “And I need you to watch me.”

She reached beside her on the love seat and I realized that she was holding her vibrator.

With wide eyes I watched her put her fingers against her pussy lips, and work them up and down, making sure she was slippery all over.

Her face contorted with lust as her fingers worked over her lips, and then she was rubbing the tip of the vibrator up and down against herself.

“Oh wow.” She said. “I haven’t cum in this room in a while.”

I looked around, as if realizing for the first time that we weren’t in her bedroom.

‘She likes to masturbate outside of her bedroom!’ I thought.

I turned my attention back to the show she was giving me, and she pulled the vibrator to her mouth and licked the tip of it, getting it wet with her tongue.

“Fuck.” I said softly.

I was gripped by the filthy sight of my friend sucking an artificial cock in this formal room.

She pushed it against her cunt again, this time pushing it inside a few inches, a lewd smile on her face as she did so.

“The first stretch of cock is always the best.” She said. “Even when it’s not a real one.”

I stared as she worked the toy in and out, her lips glistening with arousal, and the tip of the toy shiny with her need.

She pulled it out again and started to bring it to her mouth.

“Can I taste it?” I asked.

She froze for a second, and then held it out to me.

I leaned forward and took her hand in mine and pulled it closer to me.

Unable to help myself I closed my eyes and sniffed it, fulfilling my need from earlier. And this was better. Whatever it might have smelled like a few hours ago, now it smelled like Merri, sexy and horny and unmistakably feminine.

I flicked my tongue out and licked against it, tasting my first aroused female cunt that wasn’t my own.

I pulled it further into my mouth, feeling it against my tongue and teeth, tasting the tangy flavor of her impending orgasm, torn between wishing it was a real cock for me to play with, and glad it wasn’t so I could watch whatever Merri was planning to do with it.

I sucked it for another moment, and then let her take it away, pausing to kiss the tip of it as I made eye contact with her.

She rubbed it against her hole again, this time pausing for a brief second before using her fingers to push it up inside herself.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh.” She sighed.

I was transfixed by watching what she was doing, but so insanely jealous at the same time. I wanted to feel something hard sink itself into my needy cunt too.

She slid down on the cushions a little, and then raised her legs, planting one foot on either side of my head and pushing herself closer to me.

I suddenly understood why she’d wanted to be out here. She was doing this so I could watch.

I reached out and traced my fingertips along her inner thighs, and she groaned as she pulled the toy almost all the way out of herself, and then pushed it back in.

I kept tickling her thighs, looking at her face every few moments but concentrating on watching her pussy lips slide in, and then back out, sticking to the slippery toy as she fucked herself with it.

“Does it feel good?” I asked her.

“Yes. It does.” She said with a smile. “Especially when I’m already horny.”

“That makes everything better doesn’t it?” I asked.

“Always my dear.” She said. “But being with you when you came, that made me need this more than ever.”

I giggled.

“I enjoyed it too.” I said.

ZZZZZZZT

“Oh shit yeah!” she grunted.

The vibrator had begun to buzz softly in her, and I could feel the vibrations along her thigh.

She pumped it a bit faster, tipping it as she pulled it out to touch her clit with it.

“Wow.” I said softly.

This was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“It’s starting to feel really good now.” She said quietly.

Her hips were moving in rhythm with her wrist pulling the toy in and out, her nipples were stiff with arousal, and she was softly whimpering as her orgasm came within range.

“It won’t be long.” She moaned.

As much as I wanted to just watch, I didn’t want to be left out. I squirmed around up under her leg and using my hand I gently caressed her breast before pulling the nipple into my mouth.

“Oh Sabrina,” she moaned, “that’s so good.”

I sucked it as gently as I could, and let my fingers begin to stroke along her belly.

“It’s going to happen baby.” She whispered.

I pushed my fingers down and gasped at how slippery her gash was. I felt the toy buzzing against my fingers as it slid in and out in her frantic pace. I made my fingertips as slick as I could and then moved them to her clit, pressing hard and rubbing back and forth.

I pulled at her nipple with my teeth and saw her free hand grab the sofa cushion.

“Oh Sabrina.” She whispered. “I’m going to cum for you.”

“Cum for me Merri!” I said with her nipple between my teeth. I flicked my tongue against it. “Cum!”

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I felt her clit pulse against my fingers and moved my mouth up to hers and shoved my tongue into her mouth as she screamed again, her body shaking against me.

I felt her hand on my breast twisting at my nipple, and I kissed her harder.

She was fucking herself with the vibrator and panting as her orgasm wound down.

I extended my fingers and felt the toy, hard and buzzing and slick with her orgasmic juices. As I was touching it the buzzing slowed and then stopped. She kept it pushed inside her, and I moved my fingers along her soft and hairless pussy.

I expected it to feel prickly, like my legs when they needed shaved, but instead it was as soft as her thighs had been.

“That was incredible.” She whispered. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“Are you finished?” I whispered, running my index finger back and forth over her clitoris.

“Oh sweet fuck.” She groaned, leaning forward. “I thought so……”

I pushed my way between her legs, and licked her clit, before sucking it into my mouth.

Her hips rolled and I felt her hand on the back of my head.

The toy started to buzz again, and I started to suck on her stiff nub of flesh as I pushed against the toy, making sure she could feel its full length inside her.

“OHFUCKSABRINAMAKEMECUMMAKEMECUMFUCK!” she screamed again.

Her feet beat against the sofa and she pushed against me and grabbed my hair and I felt her clit jump in my mouth and I moaned in horny delight.

She rode against me for several more seconds, before pulling my hair to get me to take my lips off of her clit.

“That sounded like it felt good.” I grinned at her.

“You have no idea.” She said with a smile.

“I know.” I said. “I have got to try one of those.”

She held up the vibe and we both looked at it for a moment, and then she looked right at me and winked.

“Your turn.” She whispered.

I was on my knees next to her, and I had intended on sitting back and stretching my legs out, but she knew more about my body than I seemed to, and she moved behind me and bumped my ass with her thigh to get me to scoot forward.

“Grab the back of the couch.” She told me, taking my shoulder and guiding me.

I was on my knees, facing over the back of the couch, and she put a hand on the small of my back and I felt the toy begin to buzz against my inner thighs.

She was behind me, and I thought she was going to push it into me from that position, but instead she put the tip against my clit.

“Holy cumfuck!” I screamed, the pleasure unexpected, powerful, and consuming as the toy buzzed against my erect little clitoris.

I felt the couch move and then I felt her tongue, probing against my lips from behind.

I had never even imagined having someone tongue me from that position, and the physical sensations along with the filthy notion of what I was letting her do took me up to, and then rocketing over, the edge.

“Oh gawd! Merri I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I screeched.

The orgasm was hot and fierce and roared through me like a freight train, and the minute it stopped another started, and as I rode over the peak of the second one I felt one of Merri’s fingers rub my anus and I bucked against her, shrieking at the top of my lungs as every nerve in my body burst into white hot energy.

~

I was on my stomach, on her sofa, and I felt slick wetness on my inner thighs.

~

I felt a cool washcloth wipe my forehead, and then down my back.

~

“Come on honey.” Merri said softly.

I realized that she had moved the love seat a bit, and she took my hand and got me on my feet.

~

I followed her down the short flight of steps, through the family room, and then I was on her bed, still naked.

All the lights were on, and I saw her leave the room.

In a moment she was back.

She was also completely nude still.

The lights went off, and it was completely dark.

~

The bed rolled gently as she climbed on next to me, and a fuzzy blanket was pulled over me and she spooned against me.

~

“Merri?” I whispered.

“Yes?” she answered sleepily.

“I just…….thank you.” I said softly, my eyes stinging with tears.

She kissed the back of my neck.

“You’re welcome Sabrina.” She said. “I love you.”

“I love you too Merri.” I said.

~

I opened my eyes later in the pitch darkness of the room, and I felt her body against me. One of her arms was around me, and I felt her hand softly cupping my breast.

I went back to sleep, feeling things I hadn’t ever felt before.

Good things.

She’s also been a great supporter of what I’ve published here on Literotica.

As always I really am appreciative of anyone who enjoys, even a little bit, reading the things that I enjoy writing about.

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It was my first time with a “foot guy.” Names changed of course. Before this all happened, my feet weren’t any kind of focus in my sex life.After this happened, that all changed. But those are the later stories. So, Ok, here we go.

It was twelve years ago when I was in the military. I worked at a big command. Office work. I was young and eager to do a good job. There was occasional flirting – like there is in any environment where men and women work closely together.

Little passing comments. Maybe looks that lasted a fraction of a second too long. Little smiles. Nothing dramatic – just nice, fun stuff. There were a lot of guys up for flirtation but the focus of this story involves Rick – a married guy in his late twenties.

Rick was an officer. I was enlisted. He was tall. Well built. Easy to talk to. Good looking.

And there was definitely some light flirting with him.

Rick had his own office.

I’d sometimes catch him spending just a little too long not looking at my eyes.

That fraction of a second – so subtle – where his eyes maybe lingered on my boobs. Or my legs.

Or maybe he was looking down at my shoes? Probably not, right? My uniform shoes were just black pumps.

Thing is, I wasn’t overly obsessing about him (at that point anyway) so I dunno for sure…It was just enjoyable office chat.

One of the other girls had told me he played football in college. I honestly didn’t care but it added up – like I said, he was built.

One time I remember I did ask him about playing football, just to extend the conversation we were having at the time. He said yea he’d played but it was no big deal.

I mention it because he could have used the opportunity to brag and try to impress me. But no, he didn’t.

So, points for Rick. He was modest – I liked that.

Anyways – fast-forward a bit – later that summer, there was a command picnic.

I got myself together. Hair. Light makeup.

Cute shorts, tee shirt, flip flops. Nice pedicure. Red toenail polish.

Not slutty at all. Just cute.

These mandatory events in the military are mostly boring and tedious.

Which it was…

But I ended up bumping into the Rick and his wife and we talked for awhile.

I remember she was tall like him. So different than me.

I’m pretty short. Short and curvy. Big breasts. Little waist. Full, athletic ass.

Anyway, Rick’s wife said something like “oh, this is your little co-worker huh?”

I remember thinking “what’s that mean? What’s he telling her about me?”

But I masked that – I was respectful and pleasant. She seemed to soften up a little while we talked.

Meanwhile Rick is standing just ever so slightly behind her with his hand on her back.

He’s rarely saying anything – his wife is dominating the conversation.

Which was fine.

But what Rick’s actually doing is not even trying to hide the fact that he’s fucking flat-out staring at my feet. Getting away with it while standing there with his wife.

He was locked onto my feet.

I remember a chill in my spine. A tingle in my pussy. I made a point of shifting my feet during the conversation.

Here I was having a chat with his wife but it was like Rick and I had started communicating secretly.

His eyes and my toes were connecting.

Weird. New.

But hot.

It only lasted maybe five minutes and then the picnic went back to normal for me.

Fast forward, maybe a week later, I’m in his office toward the end of the day.

Sitting in a chair on the other side of his desk.

Same sort of chit chat. He’s behaving same as always – charming. Chill.

And then the thing happened that changed everything – and I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.

I crossed my legs and my uniform pump slipped off.

It just happened and I was a little surprised and, like, mildly embarrassed.

It was a dumb, awkward thing to have happened.

I hesitated then bent forward to pick up my shoe to put it back on.

As I grasped my pump, I glanced up to see Rick’s eyes locked onto my foot.

Just like at the picnic.

I hesitated.

I let him look.

I let him look on purpose.

The moment drew out. No words. So awkward but so intense.

I made no attempt to put on my shoe.

You could have heard a pin drop.

I thought my heart would beat out of my chest.

I could hear his shallow breathing.

And there was a hunger in his eyes.

I didn’t want the spell to break.

I wanted this to keep on going.

I slipped off my other shoe.

I put my little feet together on his office carpet.

It’s weird but I’ve never felt so naked.

Inappropriately barefoot in this officer’s office.

His breathing — getting so ragged now.

I lifted one foot up onto his the edge of his desk.

His eyes never left my little toes. I could tell he was focused on my toes. Oh shit!

My naked, perfectly-pedicured toes just two feet from this very hungry, very good-looking man.

He shifted his chair a little toward my foot.

But then he snapped out of it!

I felt a little jolt of fear. What’s gonna happen here? SHIT!!

He stood up, seemed to steady his breathing, then walked toward his office door.

He’s walking out?

I quickly pulled my foot back and put on both shoes.

Ready to follow him out. Act like this never happened. Like the picnic. Never happened.

But he stopped at his door. Just stood there for a couple seconds.

He shut his door.

And locked it.

My fucking heart about leaped out of my chest.

And for the first time since my shoe fell off he looked into my eyes.

Hard.

Intense.

He walked back to his desk. He sat. Kept looking at me. At my eyes.

I was scared and excited.

What the fuck is happening here? What’s about to happen??

He’s waiting for me. To do what?

So, I slipped off both shoes.

Barefoot for him. Again. Willingly.

My pussy so wet. Jesus this was intense!

He reached down and grasped an ankle. Our first touch. Electric.

Lifted my leg, resting my foot on the edge of his desk.

Again he gazed. Took his time.

I had played into it and now he was very in-charge.

Amazing tension in those moments.

I was so aware of my pussy creaming. And I would have given it to him for sure. I would have spread my legs wide for him right there! I would have sucked his dick in that moment.

I would have done anything – whatever he wanted.

But he wants my toes??

He leaned into my toes with his handsome face.

And he sucked.

He didn’t lick or kiss my toes.

He took them into his mouth and he sucked.

He sucked them one at a time, two at a time. Three!!

And he sucked my big toe most intensely. His hand pressuring his dick through his uniform pants.

I wondered if he’d cum like that – this foot guy – so addicted to feet. To MY feet.

He took my other foot, lifted it up.

Then, with me still sitting in my chair, he held both of my ankles and guided my soles to his face.

Smothered his face holding my ankles.

He breathed deeply.

A heavy sigh. He sounded like he was in heaven.

His grip was so firm on my ankles.

He began moving my soles over his face, his tongue darting out.

Licking my arches.

My heels.

Delicately, he ran the tip of his tongue sideways across the bottoms of my little toes.

And then he took one foot and swallowed it whole.

Like almost all the way to my heel.

It felt WONDERFUL!!

He held it deep in his mouth for a few seconds, then began moving his tongue.

God it felt great!

And it looked BEYOND hot!!

And then – both hands around my ankle – he began pumping my tiny foot in and out of his mouth.

It was so erotic.

He took it out and began licking up and down.

He went back to pumping the whole thing in and out, deep in his mouth.

To this day, if a man does this to my foot, I just lose my mind.

I was so turned on, my hands were on my tits, squeezing them both through my uniform blouse.

He stopped.

He stood up.

I thought, “are we about to fuck?” Cuz I was so ready, despite the risks. At that point, I had no idea what would happen if we got caught and couldn’t have cared less.

He unzipped his uniform trousers.

And, like, in one slow motion he reached deep inside his pants and pulled out the most beautiful cock and balls I had ever seen. I dunno, maybe I just hadn’t seen that many dicks before but holy shit, this was different.

He was totally hard.

Precum everywhere.

His dick looked so long. And thick.

Big, heavy balls – holy shit!

I was soooo ready at that point! Ready to suck. Ready to spread my legs as wide as they would go.

I was READY!

But he took my ankles again into his strong hands.

He pulled both of my feet toward his dick. Rubbed his cock all over them.

Like everywhere.

So much precum on my arches.

Glistening precum coated my shiny red toenails. I remember thinking that my toes looked very pretty like that.

He put my soles together and put his big hard dick between them.

And fucked me.

Not my pussy. He fucked my feet.

I was sure in this position he could see up my uniform skirt to my drenched panties, my pussy wet – giving off HEAT.

But he fucked my feet like they were the best pussy in the history of the world.

I really didn’t do anything.

He did everything, firmly grasping my ankles.

I just stared at his dick gliding in and out over my arches.

My pussy ached for any touch.

But he kept fucking my feet, building toward his climax.

And climax he did.

Thick spurts of hot cum shot up my calf, some dripping down my inner thigh.

Tons of cum on my feet.

Heels, arches.

He made a point of aiming his last jets of cum onto my toes, coating them entirely.

Cum all over and between my toes.

Rick held his still stiff dick on my feet.

He moved it slowly – smearing his load everywhere.

It was absolutely the biggest load of cum I’d ever seen – by far.

Spent, he reached behind himself, grabbed a box of tissues, and handed it to me.

I used like half the box wiping away his cum.

And I didn’t get it all.

Since this was over and we were still at risk of getting caught I hurried to leave.

No words were spoken.

With my shoes back on, I walked back to my desk.

I could feel the cum between my toes. It felt like a lot.

I packed up my stuff and left the building without saying anything to anyone.

I went back to my room – sat in the middle of my bed.

And for the first time in my life, I sucked my toes.

That’s how I was awakened to the power of my feet. I came to learn that there were other men in the world – like Rick – who would do damn near anything – risk their jobs, leave their wives, anything – IF they could worship my feet.

So from time to time in the last dozen or so years, I’ve capitalized on that. My encounter with Rick was an accident. But after that, I became deliberate. An office teaser. A tormentor. Occasionally a pleaser – for the lucky few.

So I have more stories to tell you. I hope you stick around to hear them.

Bye for now…

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