“Here’s a number” he said. “Do you want me to phone it for you?”
“No, I will be fine, now, thanks.”
“Look I will stay with you until a taxi arrives. You look very shaken.”
“It’s alright, honestly” I almost plead.
“Well at least I should make sure one is on its way.”
“Ok” I say; it seemed a good compromise. I took the number from him and began to dial, but I still felt a bit dizzy and had problems pressing the right numbers."
“Here, let me” my would-be knight in shining armour said and I handed him the mobile.
He started to ring it but stopped and said “Look, I don’t want to seem pushy at all but my car is not far away and I could drive you where you want to go, rather than wait for a taxi to arrive. It could be ages.”
Again I have to think fast. I could be out of the frying pan and into a fire here – but that might be better than taking my chances like this with a taxi driver. If I were to catch one I’d have to stand out on the pavement to wave it down…
“Would you? That would be very kind, but I don’t want to put you to any trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all. If you come with me…”
“I’m not sure I can walk very well” I say hastily, “if you could drive here I could hobble to your car, if that’s ok.”
“Sure… I’ll beep when I get to the bus stop over there” he replied waving his had to the place I should have got on to get to my next job.
While he was gone I did just manage to ring the people there and concocted a story about being told my sister had been in a car crash and having to go to a hospital (I thought that was better to say than I was ill because the agency would find out I had been ok) I considered telling the gentleman the same thing, but realised he would want to take me to an accident and emergency somewhere. Having got that sorted I felt more confident and started to think how I could extend my adventure rather than be cowed by events – I still hadn’t cum and my pussy was demanding some attention. First I twisted the skirt so the split was at the side – still revealing but at least not showing off my crack. I resolved I would give my driver an eyeful as the split would be on his side, but not any passerby.
I heard the horn and holding my skirt together as best I could until I reached the car door. I manoeuvred my way in so as to ensure the man got as much a view of thigh and buttock as I could. Once I was in I ‘apologised’ for the amount of flesh on display “I don’t think there is a ladylike way of getting in with a torn skirt like this.”
“Don’t worry on my account! How did you come by doing that?
“I stumbled and it split as I fell – after all it is pretty tight” I lied unconvincingly.
“So where do you want me to take you, then?”
I hadn’t considered that at all up to that moment. “Er, I don’t know whether it’s best to go to a shop for a skirt or home first”, I stalled.
“There’s a bus coming so I’ll pull away, while you think”.
The car moved off, then the man turned and said “You don’t seem in a fit state to go shopping, and not dressed for it either”.
“No, I guess not, I’m hardly dressed at all, in fact!” I wanted more thinking time about where to go and to have some fun by embarrassing the old guy – see him squirm. But he wasn’t fazed.
“I’d already seen that! So how come you haven’t got much on?”
“I like showing off and people seem to like a bit of leg.”
“And more…”
“I guess they would if they got half a chance!”
“Well if you stand on that grill, they will.”
“Do you think anyone would have been able to see me?” I said in mock surprise.
“I know so.” He pulled a mobile phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. On it was a picture – up a woman’s skirt from below the grill. It was my skirt - and my bum - in the picture.
I felt myself redden. It must have been the photo taken last week. “Did you take this?” I asked, attempting to show I knew nothing about it.
“Hardly, it was one of the students. Don’t know which one, this may not be his phone – that picture will have gone round the whole college in days!” It was left behind a few days ago and I picked it up, flicked through it and found that.”
“So why did you have it ready to show me?” I enquired, beginning to realise that somehow I had been rumbled.
“Look at the date and time the photo was taken.”
I confessed I had no idea how to do that and he told me step by step. 05.06.07 - 14.13 it clearly read.
“So I just stood at the window I called to you from the same time a week later and there you were.”
“I see” I said rather weakly."
“Of course, that would be pretty damning if it was handed to particular people…”
“That sounds like blackmail.”
“From what I’ve seen that won’t be needed. You clearly like showing off.”
‘Take control’ was the only thing I could think. How could I be the one who decided what I was going to show and to who? My mind raced back to what Heather had said, “I liked to tease them and sometimes I deliberately let them see up my skirt and that meant they didn’t have any power.”
“Bet you would like to see my knickers, just like in the picture” I ventured, knowing the answer.
“I could hardly refuse such a kind invitation.”
I lifted my bum off the seat and pulled my skirt up at the back, then as we drew up at some lights I slowly hitched the front up too, revealing the tops of the stocking tights, then my thighs, then my bush. I didn’t stop until the hem of my skirt was up at breast height, but kept my legs together so he couldn’t see my cunt.
“How lovely… You showed them your pussy didn’t you?”
“I did” I replied, pulling the skirt down quickly. “And I’ll show you too, but they’re green again” I said, nodding at the lights, “and you’ve got to concentrate on the road”.
“Yes, yes, I’ll try.” He was clearly a little flustered, getting the wrong gear as we drove off. “Well, the basketballers got a better show than most, that’s for sure!”
“What do you mean, ‘most’?”
“There are often rumours of women exposing themselves over that grating but we actually only get to know of one every year or so. Somehow there is something about that spot above the changing room that draws people to flashing their knickers. Of course with most you don’t know if they realise people are looking – but if they come back and especially if they are not wearing any…”
Although I was happy for the gentleman to know I had exposed myself to the students I hoped that he didn’t realise that I had allowed them to touch me, had had an urgent need for them to – that would give him too much power.
I had forgotten that I was supposed to be saying where I wanted to go, but the gentleman seemed to be driving somewhere purposefully.
“So where are you taking me?”
“I thought we might have a bit of fun, at this nature place round here” he replied as we turned a corner and entered a car park.
I had seen the signs as I had passed before but never been in.
“Looks a bit public” I said as nonchalantly as I could.
“This area is but if you walk through there’s more at the back most people don’t go.” With that he got out and I had no choice but to follow.
I wondered what people looking at us thought as we walked through the gardens, me looking every inch a tart and him a respectable gent. A prostitute and her client? A father and daughter – more likely a grandfather and granddaughter! I decided I would play the part of a bimbo and he would be my sugar-daddy. So I took his arm and cuddled up to his side.
And people did look at me; at breasts in a tight top, at legs in a short skirt and glimpsed thigh as the rip parted and closed as I walked. Onlookers got fewer as we walked further on until there was almost no one as we entered a woodland walk area. Here my sugar daddy got more adventurous and talked of what we might do – or rather what I might do. He wanted to take pictures with the camera phone of me baring my tits and then get it back to whoever it belonged to with them on. The idea really appealed to me – having banned him from taking any photos I would be giving them to him because I wanted to.
I set one condition: “you’re not to get my face in any of them – I don’t want to be recognised!” It was a deal.
It was rather dark to get a good picture in amongst the trees so we set off to find enough of a clearing. The whole idea was stimulating me more as I thought about what I was going to do and my clit began throbbing again. I remembered the ache to cum that had not been satisfied may be 30, 40mins ago and the desire came back – strongly.
Eager to expose my breasts now I began suggesting places; “How about here?”
“No the light still isn’t good enough.”
“Here then.”
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“No, it will better just over there”
Eventually we came to the edge of a field with me standing just between the first trees and the gentleman in the field. Immediately I lifted my top to bare my breasts; the nipples standing out because of my obvious excitement.
“You’re keen” he said.
“You bet! Click away…”
He did. This was the first time I had exposed my tits in a public place – I’d not even been topless on a beach and I felt really sexy. Of course I had shown my pussy at the college, but a first is always exiting. For some reason the gentleman was not as taken with it all.
“I can’t get a good shot of your breasts to show that you are in woods without getting your face in” he complained. With that he walked over to me and lifted my shirt up. I thought he was going to take it right off but he just pulled it over my head like footballers do to celebrate scoring. He began taking the pictures and I realised this was a way of concealing my identity but showing my body.
“Fondle your breasts for me…” I did, squeezing and caressing them.
“Now turn round and show me your derriere…” Again I complied and stuck my bum out towards the camera. I twisted the skirt around so the rip was at the back then I took hold of the hem and with a tug on both sides tore the seam right to the waistband. I knew it would make for a very awkward and revealing walk back through the gardens but right now I wanted to show how dirty and horny I felt. And I felt very, very dirty; ready to do anything I was asked.
“Part your buttocks…” I wasn’t sure why anyone would want to see my arsehole … but the lads back at the college had already got a good look and had fingered it so I pulled my butt cheeks apart and bent over.
“Time to give yourself an orgasm…”
The matter of fact way the gentlemen told me to make myself cum just added to the excitement and I immediately turned to face him, squatted with my legs wide open and began rubbing my clit. My fanny was dribbling juices and mad lewd squishing noises as I pushed fingers inside of me and spread the lips. Soon I was writhing in the throws of a wonderful orgasm that rushed through me. Guttural sounds and expletives ejaculated uncontrollably from my throat while the camera captured it all.
Exhausted, I dropped forward on to my knees and rested, not even having the energy to rearrange my clothing. The gentleman took hold of my hand, though and got me to my feet, “Come this way” he urged.
I followed his lead, taking the top from my eyes so I could see where I was going. A fallen tree blocked the path we were on but I was asked to climb up on to it, then sit down. This brought my head to about shoulder height.
“Pull you top up again”, the gentleman asked.
I did so, expecting more pictures to be taken, but I heard a zipper being undone and could just about make out thought the fabric that he was getting his prick out.
“This is where I get screwed” I thought, “I wonder how he is going to take me?”
From what movement I could see he was stiffening his cock with his hands. After just a few stokes he asked me to hold my breasts up. I took them in my hands, pushing them together and as I did warm gobs of spunk splashed on my tits and fingers. He grunted as he wanked over me until letting out a deep, satisfied sounding sigh.
I was disappointed that I hadn’t the chance to at least give him a blow job and felt a bit flummoxed. Not knowing what to say I just said “Thank you”
“Oh, the pleasure was all mine” he responded, as he pulled down my top and cleaned his knob with the material.
“It is very remiss of me” he added, but I don’t have anything to help clean you up with" and I became aware of just how filthy I had become. In both senses. There was dirt on my knees, what little clothes I had on were ripped and dishevelled, and I reeked of sex. I tried getting the gentleman’s seamen off with my hands as best I could and whipping them on the grass but much of it just got smeared over my body.
With my top pulled down and the tear in my skirt pulled round to the side we set off back through the Park. Whereas I had felt brazen and sexy coming in I now felt really self-conscious – more than that, humiliated. I didn’t just look as though I had been ‘dragged through a hedge backwards’ as my mother would have said but fucked through one, doggie style.
The gentleman was walking fast and I had to trot to keep up with him, trying to hold my skirt together and save what modestly I could. Although that did seem a forlorn attempt, with the spunk drying on my tits and belly, sticking the top to me and a gapping whole exposing my thigh with every step. People stared at me and I could see it in their eyes that they thought I was a slut.
At last we reached the car.
“Shall I take you home now?”
“Yes, please”
I gave the gentleman the address and as we drove I looked at the pictures he had taken. There I was groping my tits and pulling my nipples, displaying my arse and frigging. Except that last one wasn’t a picture but a video. It captured my fingers rubbing and being buried in my cunt as well as the animal like noises I had made – I didn’t realise I was being so loud! Watching myself I thought I had put on a good performance. I hope the guy who owned the phone thought so and got off watching me. Perhaps looking such a slut was worth it.
It wasn’t long before we arrived and I was quite worried at the thought that someone might see me here but also excited about it. There was nothing for it but to take my keys in my hand and dash for the front door as quickly as I could. Just before I got out of the car though, the gentleman gave me his card.
No one was in as I walked in the flat. My clothes went in the bin and I went in the shower. Drying myself off in my room I saw the card and read it: Mr D. Cole, Lecturer, St Giles College and a number. “Call me if you would enjoy further lessons” was written on the back.
Naked on the bed I relived the experience of the day becoming aroused all over again at the thought that I had changed so much in four weeks; exposing myself so shamelessly to several young men, an old one and a camera; allowing myself to be touched and even jizzed on by people I did not know; looking like a dirty nympho in public.
But was it because I had succumbed in weakness or been strong in my sexuality?
I masturbated in front of the mirror with Mr Cole’s card in my hand and wondered if I would find out if I rang his number…
The End
Blue in Gray
Sergeant Able had been one of the last of the Union soldiers off the North River Bridge over the south fork of the Shenandoah River, where it was formed by the meeting of Broad Run and the South River. The Union troops under Brigadier General Erastus Tyler had made a stab across the middle of Virginia to try to trap the legendary Confederate general Stonewall Jackson and had only managed to back themselves to the in-flood south fork of the Shenandoah. Tyler had counted on being joined by Fremont’s army, which never appeared. Now Tyler’s forces had to get across the one bridge on the Shenandoah at Port Republic to escape a pincher movement of southern troops coming up from the south and down from the north on the river’s western bank.
Once across the river, Tyler’s forces had to quickstep back to Harrisonburg to avoid being enveloped by Jackson’s army. The pursued had become the pursuer.
Sergeant Able’s problem was that he couldn’t quickstep. He’d barely made it over the North River Bridge when the Southerners had reached the eastern end of the bridge. They had snipers set up on the eastern bank who were shooting anything that moved. A bullet had gone through another soldier running away from behind him and had grazed Able high on his thigh. The other soldier had been shot through and through, and had landed on top of Able, dead before they hit the ground.
Able heard the Southern troops running across the bridge and deploying themselves along the western bank. Then he heard the bridge blow. There’d be no regrouping by Tyler’s troops for another go at Jackson in Port Republic.
Able wasn’t dumb. He knew the blowing of the bridge would signal Tyler just not to stop his retreat to Harrisonburg. And Able couldn’t walk that far in front of a Confederate advance, even if he dared rise from the scant cover he’d gained when he’d hit the ground. The wound in his leg wasn’t fatal, but it would slow him down too much to make a run for it. And it might, indeed, be fatal if he didn’t get the bleeding stanched soon.
The first wave of Confederate soldiers fanned out parallel to the river bank and moved toward where Able lay, prodding Union soldiers who had been felled by snipers and helping along those mortally wounded but not yet gone. Able played dead, his body pretty well covered by that of his dead compatriot, as a battle-worn Reb passed him by.
Able waited for as long as he felt he dared after the Rebs had passed and then he pulled himself along the ground to the only cover he could see, an old mill house not far to the south of the blown bridge. As he reached safety there, he could hear the second wave of the Confederate troops fanning out from the river bank across the fields to the west. Able pulled himself into the dark building and burrowed into some burlap sacking behind a stack of barrels.
Able’s wound was bleeding badly, and he couldn’t suppress a moan when the young Union private, Josh, crept into the building in search for exactly what he found—a wounded Union soldier.
A very dangerous moment punctuated the scene when Josh first saw Able. He instinctive lifted his rifle and he could have shot the enemy soldier right there and then and no one would be the wiser, in fact no one other than Able would care or, probably, ever know the circumstances of his death. It would be less of a hassle all around for the Southern forces. And Josh did raise his rifle, and Able did lift his hands in defense and supplication. But then Josh saw the sergeant’s stripes on the arm of Able’s blue Union jacket. Josh had been told that they wanted to capture anyone with any rank if they could in case they could find out more about Tyler’s troop strengths and plans.
Josh lowered the barrel of the rifle, and at that point Able nearly swooned into a faint, both in shock for what had been narrowly avoided, at least for the moment, and from the loss of blood from the wound on his inner thigh.
Now focused on providing a captive for the revered General Jackson, Josh bustled into a preservation rather than a destruction mode. He propped his rifle against a nearby post and grabbed for his canteen and the pack on his back.
Josh stripped Able of his britches and tore strips of cloth off this to use as a tourniquet. He poured water from his canteen on Able’s inner thigh wound and then doused it with the whiskey he kept in another small flask in his pack. The wound didn’t look so bad now.
Able snorted back to full consciousness when the liquor hit his wound. And he was fully conscious as he watched Josh wind the strips of material around his inner thigh and tie them off snugly. While Josh did so, he couldn’t help but brush the backs of his hands across Able’s quite able cock, which had been exposed when he’d been stripped of his britches.
Able knew instantaneously from Josh’s response what the young soldier’s inclinations were and that he’d had some experience. Able also knew quite a bit about the strength and Shenandoah Valley Campaign plans of Tyler’s forces, so he had a good idea what he faced if he was sent back to Jackson’s camp. And he knew that there was little or no chance he could get out of this predicament, but that he had to try to do so anyway
Josh was young and not that experienced as a soldier, Able could see, whereas he himself was not so young and was battle tested and resilient. He gauged the distance from where Josh was tending his thigh and where he had propped up the rifle.
Able had never fucked a man before, but if this Reb could be distract by that and if it required that to get at the rifle, it was something he’d try doing. There wasn’t much other choice that he could see of getting out of here. In all likelihood getting to the rifle and killing this Reb would be the easiest part of his attempt to reach the Union lines.
The pursued turning into the pursuer.
The opening was right there beside Able, where it had fallen out of the Reb’s pack when Josh had fished around for the flask of liquor.
“He’s handsome,” Able murmured, pretending now to be weaker than he really was, as he beckoned to the worn daguerreotype of the young man that had fallen out of the Reb’s pack.
Josh’s head snapped up in embarrassment and surprise. The Union soldier was conscious. Josh wondered, blushing at the thought, whether the Yankee had seen him dreamily eyeing that nice plump cock of his.
“Umm, yes. Ya’all shouldn’t try to speak now. I’se afraid I’ll have to find something to bind you with. But at least I stopped the bleeding now, so that’s to the good.”
“Kin of yours, is he?”
“Umm, no.”
“A special friend then?”
Josh blushed in embarrassment and lowered his eyes, unfortunately focusing on Able’s cock, which was harder now, Able having stroked on it while he was getting Josh’s attention moved to the daguerreotype.
“Uh, yes, you could say that.”
“A lover then?”
Josh melted in shock and confusion and in how easily and openly the Yankee had called him out. He tensed right up.
“Of course not,” he declared indignantly, too loud, and without a pinch of conviction as he sat up straight from where he had been hovering over the Yankee’s reclining figure.
“You needn’t be embarrassed at all,” Able countered, lifting an arm and wrapping a hand around the Reb’s neck. “I find you quite arousing myself. And I’m ever so grateful that you have bandaged my wound, and ever so ready to show my gratitude.”
Able could feel the young Confederate soldier trembling in indecision and disbelief at the forwardness of it all as well as the lack of breathing time and space to work out what was happening. Able brought the young private’s mouth down to his and took the soldier’s hand in his and placed it on his cock, Josh’s hand now wrapping Able’s engorging cock and Able holding it there with his own until Josh was lost to him and stroking the hard tool on his own.
When Able knew he’d won the battle with Josh’s defenses, when Josh had opened his lips to Able’s and was hungrily drinking him in, and when Josh’s hand on Able’s cock was moving on its own, Able moved his hands to unbuttoning the Reb’s shirt and started rubbing the young soldier’s nipples with his fingers.
Josh shuddered under the attention, and when Able broke away from the kiss and moved his lips down to Josh’s nipples and his hands down to Josh’s belt and buttoned fly, Josh, still crouching on his knees, sighed in resignation and need and arched his back toward the floor behind him. As he bent backward, Able’s lips followed down the young Reb’s sternum and across his belly and down, through his now-revealed bush, and opened up on and then closed over the young man’s cock head.
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Josh was moaning and staring up into the shadows of the eaves of the old mill and moving his pelvis ever so slowly as Able sucked away on his dick, taking more and more of it in with his stroking movement. All the time Able was playing Josh’s tool, though, he himself was staring at the pole across the floor that the Reb’s rifle was propped against. He was gauging distances, and time, and likelihood. Still too risky, he decided.
Able lifted his lips off Josh’s cock, but he continued slowly stroking the base of the hard tool with his fist.
“Do you fuck him or does he fuck you?” It was a mere whisper, but the Reb heard him.
A rather long pause. “He does me.”
At least there’s that, Able thought to himself with a bit of relief—although he’d been prepared to do whatever it took. Able spit on his free hand and moved it under the Reb’s ball sac and started working his moistened fingers around Josh’s pulsating rim and into his hole. His lips opened up over the bulbous head of Josh’s cock and he ran his tongue into the young man’s piss slit before swallowing the cock almost down the to root, closing closely over the throbbing member, and moving his mouth up and down on the rod.
Josh groaned and moaned. He was panting and breathing heavily and making little mewing sounds. His hips were moving slowly, helping Able with the rhythm of the suck. There was a little lurch and groan each time Able pushed a finger, and then two, and then three, into his ass channel.
Able took his fingers out of Josh’s ass and spit on it again a couple of times and moistened up his own cock. Then he lifted the young Reb, who was completely his now, bending readily to any position he moved him to, up to him, chest to chest.
Josh sighed and moaned and gulped as Able brought him into his lap, positioning the head of his cock on Josh’s prepared hole and just pulling Josh’s channel down the full length of his ramrod-straight cock.
Josh writhed and rolled against Able’s chest in waves of passion as Able fucked up into him. Josh had his head buried in Able’s shoulder and was whimpering at the deep taking. Able was looking over Josh’s shoulder at the rifle propped up against the post across the room. A position change was required.
Able slowly turned his body over on his side, taking Josh with him. Josh looked into his eyes with an unspoken question. Able took the young man by the shoulders and showed that he was to go down on his belly and raise his hips to Able’s mastering cock, which he did without objection.
Able crouched over Josh’s haunches, slowly glided back into him, and stroked him in long, slow, deep thrusts. He reached around Josh’s belly and fisted his cock and began working it.
Josh threw back his head and howled again and again and again in ecstasy and Able picked up the rhythm and fucked with faster and faster and deeper and deeper thrusts.
And then it was over. Josh shot his load on the worn, uneven planks of mill room floor in response to Able’s stroking fist and Able came inside the young Reb.
They collapsed on the floor, Able stretched out on top Josh, his cock still buried deep.
Josh was murmuring and sighing. Able was lost in the moment too.
“Incredible,” Able whispered. “I never knew.”
“What?” Josh murmured dreamily.
“Nothing. Never mind.”
Able rolled off Josh and lay on his back next to the young man. He was breathing heavily, trying to regain his strength and regather his reflexes. Josh was lying there half asleep, well fucked.
Able sat up on his haunches. Josh sighed again, but didn’t move.
Able was up on his knees, down near Josh’s knees. Pretty much out of the young Reb’s line of sight even if he lifted his head, which he didn’t.
Slowly, softly, Able was up on the pads of his feet.
Josh felt the hard toeing of the calf of one of his legs, and, still groggy from the fucking, he rolled over on his back and looked up . . . into the barrel of his own rifle.
“What?” was all he could manage.
“Shut the fuck up,” Able growled. He reached over and took up Josh’s britches and pulled them on clumsily, needing to keep the rifle trained on the young Reb, now aghast at what had happened and fully returned to reality.
“You just wanted—” The voice sounded wounded, betrayed.
“Shut the fuck up,” Able repeated. He was trying to close the britches around his waist, but he was just bigger, more muscled there than the young man he’d just fucked. He managed to get a few of the lower buttons of the fly cinched up, though. That would just have to do for now. There might be time to pull an exchange with one of the bodies out in the fields between here and Harrisonburg. His own britches were too cut up for bandages to be of use now . . . for the bandage the young Reb had tied around his own bleeding thigh.
Dressed now, Able lifted the rifle and aimed down its barrel at the now-crying Reb, his arms thrust out in defense and supplication.
A long, dangerous moment.
“Fuck it,” Able burst out, with a disgust at something or other. He wasn’t sure himself. The rifle went to ready rest. It was up to the Reb now whether he wanted to live or die at this moment.
Able leaned down over Josh and lifted his chin and gave him a long, lingering kiss on the mouth.
At the door, he turned, and said, “I’ll drop your shirt outside here. I wouldn’t suggest raising an alarm or coming after me, or you’ll have more trouble than explaining where your britches and rifle ran off to.” Then he was gone, leaving the door swinging back and forth on its hinges.
Josh sat there in shock and surprise and gratitude for several minutes before he stirred. He picked up the picture of his lover, took a look at it, and stuffed it back into the pack. Somehow it had lost its luster for him. He sighed as the feeling of double loss swept over him. The regret would always be there now. The Yankee had kissed and fucked better than his lover did.
The End
The Moon that Called to Me
Last night was beautiful, the stars shone bright against a pitch black sky, the light of the rising full moon illuminating the streets of Paris as I walked quickly back to my hotel room. I knew I should not have been out there so late, it had long passed curfew, and the streets were deserted.
I held on tightly to my coat with one hand, and saw the light of my hotel up ahead and quickened my pace. It would do no good to be caught out there, by the police, nor by the hundreds of creatures that had free reign to roam that late at night. It had been that way for many years, no matter where you went; since the realisation that most myths were in fact true almost seventy years ago, anywhere I had lived had been this way, humans being under curfew, restricted to their own homes or abodes at night, while the creatures roamed freely since their discovery.
Their immortality had been quickly discovered when the governments of 2012 had launched attacks on all things immortal, realising too late that it was futile. All talk of treaties, agreements over the last seventy years never resulted in anything useful, and so this remained the situation, humans lived the daylight hours, and the myths roamed the nights. And anyone caught in between either had a morbid death wish or were acting with just plain stupidity.
I was acting under the influence of stupidity.
Last night I had been at a party, some friends in Paris had organised it, we would all stay under the one roof till morning, and could still have the fun that we had all witnessed on the movies from years before; outrageous funnies like Animal House were my friend’s staple viewing.
One of the guests, was a man I did not wish to see, I did not wish to encounter, and so avoided him, for most of the night anyway. I drank shots with my friends, and too soon felt the effects of the alcohol in my system, so unused to imbibing I was! I stumbled to the bathroom and relieved myself, washed my hands and cooled my face before opening the door. Jonathon.
I had asked him to move, well, that is the polite version of what I asked him last night. Get the Fuck out of my way, is more how I put it, as he leered at me from his impressive height. He flashed me a smile, one of those smiles that had won me over the first time I had met him, the smile that wooed my virginity from me in an unpleasing tryst in the back of his ford mondeo while he had taken me out in London.
I glared at him then, when he had not moved back, but instead backed me back up into the bathroom, his quick actions took advantage of my slight intoxication as he slipped his hands up my legs, and brought my skirt up over my hips. I was so angry!! How dare he touch me again, is what I thought!
Just as his fowl mouth came down to kiss me; the door behind us had crashed open, revealing us to the two identical males standing there. I had then felt so dizzy, I honestly thought I would crash to the floor, and I would probably have if one of the dark haired Adonis’ had not jumped across to me and scooped me up into his arms.
The last thing I heard from that bathroom, was screaming, the terrified sounds of a man soiling himself in terror. And as the god put me on my feet, and whispered in my ear to wait for him at the foot of the stairs, I felt sure that terror was the lesser of the inflictions those two wanted to bestow upon Jonathon. The growl he had emitted against my skin flared me red hot, right there in my friend’s hallway, it had sent shivers all over me; it was only as I heard Jonathon’s screams turn muted that any form of panic or fear flitted through me.
I turned then, and grabbed my coat, uncaring of the curfew or the moon lit night, I ran from her house, ran from the terror of Jonathon, and ran from my twin saviours.
And I freely admit now, that I hoped to god they followed…I wanted them to chase, I wanted them to catch, and I wanted them to punish.
Although I sure as hell did not understand those feelings at the time, no, last night none of that made sense, last night my adrenaline pumped me into flight, all while my pussy throbbed deliciously at the memory of those two males highlighted in the bathroom doorway.
So there I was, still clutching my coat to me as I quickened my pace, wishing I had my nanobite music player, anything to eclipse the sounds of scurrying that had echoed in my ears as I followed the light of my hotel like a beacon.
I did not feel their approach until they were upon me.
I felt hard muscle through jeans and wool force up against me from behind, as one of the twins ploughed me down an alley and into a wall, the other standing guard at the edge, just back in the shadows with us, as a horde of the myths descended on the area I had been in only moments before. Their black essence swept as though it were a dark mist creeping slowly by, looking for the human displaying about as much intelligence as burnt toast by being out so freely past curfew.
I felt it then, his tongue tasting my neck, running its rough length over my tender skin, pressing its bulge against my ass. He turned around swiftly, his back against the wall, his brother moving up to cover my front as he did the same, extended that rough tongue and licked up the other side of my neck, slow, precise, and incredibly erotic. I felt myself press back against the twin behind me, even before the twin in front had leaned into my body, pinning me between their tall frames, and hardening cocks, as the one in front lowered his lips to mine.
I can tell you, that male tasted just beautiful, I welcomed his tongue into my mouth as his taste enveloped me, and groaned when he bent slightly at his knees and pressed more firmly against my pussy as he lifted my short skirt. He had stopped then, looking past me to his brother and he nodded, speaking a language I did not understand, before they simultaneously bit down on either side of my neck, and licked over the wounds. I was still in shock, the pain and intimate pleasure of their bites had happened so quickly, I had wondered whether it had happened at all.
I groaned with frustration as they released me from their warmth, and led me round the corner into the lobby of my hotel, pushing me straight passed the receptionist without her noticing with two myths with the human woman.
I wanted to shout at her, get her sacked for her lack of observation, not out of wanting sanctuary from the twins, but out of the thought that if it was that horde in the mist that had me, I may well be a bit pissed off that she had not fucking noticed and had been more interested in her nails and finding out who Nancy had fucked the night before!
I felt one of the twins take the key from my coat pocket, and we took the stairs rather than the elevator, obviously they did not want the receptionist to glimpse them. I let myself be led, I found myself wanting to follow them, and there was no internal struggle, no concern of…for fucks sake Simone. You are entering a hotel room with strangers, creatures of the myths, nope, fuck all, and nothing.
Although it did confuse me at the time, I know now why I felt at peace, why it felt so right that I was with them. It did not take long for my body to begin its delicious throb once more, I had noticed since their intimate bite my body had begun to throb all over; delicious tingles beginning at my toes and creeping all over me, flaring in magnificent heat between my legs, and over the wounds at my neck.
I felt myself being lifted, settled over one of their laps while the other undressed me, almost reverently, as if he were savouring each inch of skin he revealed, the other began sucking on my neck, trailing kisses over it, while his other hand roamed the expanse of flesh his brother was revealing of me, my eyes shuttered closed then, their warm hands felt amazing against my skin, rough in texture drawing a squeak from my lips as one tweaked my hardening nipples.
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When I felt skin brush my own, my eyes forced themselves open, as the twin behind me bit into my neck, and the twin in front settled naked on his knees in front of me, running his equally rough hands up my bared thighs, swirling circles with his thumbs as he massaged up further, and higher to my pussy, landing light flicks of his thumbs against my already pulsing clit.
The twin behind me still held fast onto my neck as he pulled at my nipples, still twisting before skimming his rough hands over them gently, making them strive to meet his touch; my hips bucked against his erection, still covered by his jeans as his brother’s mouth connected with my pussy with a firework of sensation as his tongue buried deeper, lapping at my arousal.
I felt him pull me back, felt him and his still clothed brother lower me to the floor, his mouth still connected to my pussy as he licked and nipped, the fire from their bites spreading like molten lava through my veins, begging him to stroke deeper with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, hell anything, as long as it was theirs!
When I felt his brother naked at my side, only one nano of sanity returned, it was only then I asked for their names…my mind demanded to know, needed to know the name of my lovers, and my voice sounded like a taut whisper as I asked them, and relaxed into the pleasures they were inflicting upon me as their deep Scottish burr began to whisper in my head.
The male at my pussy was Thomas, the male now hovering next to me, his teeth nipping at my stomach, his hands upon my breasts, and his thick cock lying proud next to my head, was Ben.
I felt my climax near, my body begin to shake under their ministrations as I lay prone on the soft carpet of my hotel room. The swirls of sensation grew tighter, my screams more urgent until I finally splintered apart, the sensation of a wrist pressed against my mouth was there, the scent emanating from him was too delicious to ignore, even as I felt the first drops of blood enter my system, I felt it then, I felt the electricity that pulsed through me in a painful flash of intense pleasure; fangs emerged from where there had been none, enticed by the taste of Ben, as I sank them deep into the flesh he offered.
I had wondered then, how I had know it was Ben, when my eyesight was still mostly blind from my orgasm. And yet I knew him, I recognised his taste, something deep inside recognised him, and I know now that it was the call from the moon; its influence calling me to my mates, I could taste his scent on my tongue, I could taste Thomas’ too, the scent of their arousal clung to the late night air, their love for their mate.
Me.
I did not fully understand those emotions, those small inkling of emotions, until his blood hit my system, but when it did, when it hit my stomach, the flare of fire grew brighter, and out of control as I felt Thomas thrust deeply within me, felt the urgency in the twin as he bottomed out at my womb, his thrusting deep, my pussy accepted him eagerly, tightening around him, attempting to refuse his exit even though I knew it would result in his return.
I wanted him hard, I wanted him deeper, the blood was calling to me, the moon was calling to me, the effect of them both coursed through my veins as the onslaught of the change hit full force, their memories, their knowledge, their search for their mate. I knew it all at that moment as their life forces joined my own, I grew stronger, my body processing the initial change, the change to prepare me for mating, changing my fertile organs to accept my mates.
And fuck, it was painful, the screams that tore from my throat before Ben could silence them with his kiss, should have woken the entire city of Paris, but as Thomas thrust faster, and as Ben toyed with my body, caressing it, stoking it higher with his hands, and with his kiss, I felt the pain subside, I felt the pleasure approaching, cresting, as I tightened around Thomas’ and cried out with pleasure, I felt him stiffen and empty his release deep inside of me.
Lowering my trembling body back to the carpet, Ben got up and fetched a bottle of water, tentatively lifting my head to drink the ice cool liquid, I smiled at him, my throat dry from the pain and pleasure that had affected my body, and desperate for that little moisture.
I felt Thomas pull from my pussy then, his copious seed spilling from me, running down the crack of my ass and coating the clearly expensive carpet beneath me; Thomas stood then, moving to the sofa and lay upon it, as Ben gave me another small drink of the refreshing water, before he took it away, and spilt some over my heated breasts.
I swore then, the contrast in temperature, the shock of it made me jump, even as he held me still, coating his finger in water, and holding it over my nipple. I watched in abstract fascination as the drop fell, almost in slow motion to land directly on my nipple, enticing a whimper from my mouth, before it made its way down my side and the tingling flesh there.
I tried to squirm away from Ben as he poised to do the same to the second, but did not get far before his beautiful mouth descended around my puckered areola and laved intense heat over it. Christ, my back bowed as if it would snap in two, my head ground into the carpet with the pleasure that shot from my nipple to my pussy, and bent harder when he repeated his torture on my left nipple, keening softly when he finally let his hot mouth descend over it, drawing it up and into his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping gently with his teeth.
It was then the heat grew to extremes, the burning deep inside me was a searing agony that needed soothing, I actually mewled, then begged for their attention, for my mates to take me, fuck me, make me theirs, my body was demanding it, the need for their stake to be claimed, as I writhed beneath Ben’s mouth, my hands buried in his hair as I tried to position my own uncoordinated body to get him to enter me.
He must have sensed my distress, as all human mates feel under the pull of the moon, his thoughts told me, even as his human mouth gently ‘shhhhhhh-ed’ me, soothing me, whispering my name as he lifted me into his arms and brought me to Thomas, the twin was stroking his cock back to a healthy erection, just for me. Ben positioned me then, having me kneel over Thomas’ knees, his hand moving over his shaft just inches from my face, I could not resist taking him into my mouth.
My head bobbed up and down over Thomas’s cock, sucking and flicking with my tongue as my hand was all that stopped him from thrusting up and down into my throat. Swirling my tongue over the swollen head, I gasped when I felt Ben thrust into me from behind. Knelt over Thomas’ legs I was bucked forward by the force of Ben’s cock pounding in and out of my already soaked pussy, as Thomas took hold of my hair and forced my open mouth back over his cock, forcing himself deeper; the bulbous head hitting my tonsils and beyond as my mouth desperately tried to accommodate his twitching girth while feeling the tension in my belly tighten.
As Ben withdrew from my pussy, I moaned with the loss, until I felt the blunt end of him press at my ass. Well lubricated from my juices, and Thomas’ first spending inside me, I felt the small unused opening begin to give way to him, feeling the tension snap back around his shaft as the huge tip of him had worked its way in. Moaning deep in my throat at the odd feeling of him slowly sinking into my bowels, the vibration ran through Thomas and I found myself more willing to take him deeper, keeping the suction hard around him, my tongue flat as his hips began to lift more fervently, pounding again and again into my throat, the pull he had on my hair was almost beyond pain as he aided my descent on his cock.
Ben was sinking deeper, every straining vein on his shaft slid deliciously in my ass, back and forth, short controlled thrusts as he slowly tried to work his full length inside me. His fingers held me at my hips, the tips digging in painfully as he fought, shaking, not to just impale me in one go.
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Thomas’ thrusts into my mouth were becoming frantic, violent movements; each thrust up pushed me back a little more onto Ben, each thrust up brought him closer to his edge. With one violent movement, Ben snapped and buried himself to the hilt in my ass, the slap of his balls against my pussy was almost too much and I screamed, as much as anyone can scream with seven inches of cock in their mouth, and promptly gagged as Thomas hit his climax and his hot cum hit the back of my throat while it had vibrated with my scream.
Stream after stream of his cum pulsed into my mouth, and I hungrily swallowed it down, a relatively salty taste by any standards, yet this tasted as though it were ambrosia to a dying woman.
Free falling, I was free falling back to earth, my orgasm had been taken up concentrating on not drowning in Thomas’ semen; I had climaxed, but fuck I wanted more. Sucking Thomas’ softening member back into my mouth, I sucked hard around it, feeling the blood begin to pool in him. Moving my hand from its balance on the sofa arm, I trusted Ben not to let me fall as he began to slowly withdraw and thrust in the depths of my ass, and I cupped Thomas’ balls, massaging them; then rubbing gently up his shaft, sucking him back to some semblance of life.
Ben withdrew completely from me then, plunging back into my pussy in heated thrusts, before denying me release from that growing tightening deep inside me, then plunging back into my ass, spreading my juices, lubricating himself further. He repeated this, hard thrusts; denying me, then buggering me once more. All the while my mouth was occupied with Thomas’ rapidly hardening cock; I could taste his pre-come once more and moaned with delight.
I felt Ben shift from my arse once more as he disengaged me from pleasuring Thomas and flipped me to my back between Thomas’ legs before thrusting back into my pussy. He buried himself deep, refusing to move, refusing to sate my itch. I cursed him then, begged him, pleaded, and then cursed some more as he still refused to move that magnificent shaft, and teased my nipples with his teeth instead.
The sting of his bite, replaced by the laving of his tongue spread chills throughout. My hips began to undulate of their own accord, using the softness of the sofa to bow into and back up to meet his cock. He was quick though, halting my actions with a firm hand to my hip, holding my in place before grabbing me harshly and twisting over onto his back on the sofa, with me spread on top.
I took my chance, I sat straight, and began to ride him, crushing my clit against his pubic bone, anything to allow me some relief from the internal torment the sensations he was causing me to feel were inflicting. It was not long before he grabbed my arms and dragged me across his chest, nipping and licking at my neck, withdrawing from my pussy, I felt his cock lie upon his belly, hard and glistening with my own juice, I rubbed my clit against the smooth skin encasing a shaft of pure steel, just as a similar cock shoved home in my cunt.
I screamed then, not close enough for an orgasm, though wishing it was, the twisting in my belly was desperate now, the tingling on my clit felt like an inferno against my private flesh that even the copious juice of my arousal could not quench, as I felt Thomas thrust slowly, back and forth, pushing my body up and down over Ben’s as he went. Allowing me the sensation of his cock stretching me, and my clit being wonderfully rubbed similarly, it was the closest to heaven I had ever been.
I could have cried when he pulled from me, the ache I felt as the cold air hit me, before he raised himself, and drove into my ass. No preliminaries needed, no gentle strokes, I was drenched, Ben had seen to that, stretching me with his own superior cock, the only male I had ever trusted to do so, and now Thomas found his way easily, plunging deep, pulling back out almost till the tip of his cock slipped free before plunging in once more. I had never known seven inches to be so wondrous in all my life, the glorious stretching and the torturous slide ebbing and flowing deep within my bowels, was topped with the searing heat of his erection.
I felt myself being lifted then, my pelvis encased by four hands as I was raised slightly from the sofa, Thomas pulling back slightly only the head of his cock remained inside my ass again, before I felt Ben enter my pussy once more, slowly, gently, edging forward through the liquid silk of my wetness, bottoming out at my very womb before moving back. Then Thomas surged forward to the hilt, his cock stretching the now relaxed muscles of my ass before pulling back slightly as I felt Ben surge forward again.
I felt myself open, my muscles relax as each cock found a tight path to follow within me, as one thrust in, the other was coming out, preparing to surge, their pace became quicker, more desperate as they both grew close to climax, the rhythm now barely existed, each was slamming home as their bodies demanded, sometimes both at once, the sensation of being able to feel them both inside me with only the thin separation of flesh between them, and the searing heat of them throbbing, was utterly exquisite.
My body pulsed, and soared as Ben pumped from underneath and Thomas leant over my back, pressing his weight against me, I was being crushed onto their cocks, being kept in position as their combined grunts filled the room, the sounds of their cocks disappearing inside me was also loud, but not as loud as the scream that left my throat as they finally brought me to cum.
I felt my pussy and ass contract, almost painfully, the spasms running through my body were intoxicating, blinding with pleasure as it washed over me, continuing as I floated back to my body though, relentless shivers and shudders of sensation, as I felt Thomas tense above me, and Ben thrust harder and deeper below me as they emptied themselves inside me in one delicious hot spurt after another, searing my flesh and escaping over my thighs coating us.
Just as I settled my head against Ben’s chest, my body strength gave out, collapsing my slight weight entirely as I felt him nibbling on my shoulder, his spent dick still providing shivers within me as he probed with short strokes in our combined cum. Thomas’ weight was a crushing blanket of skin and muscle as he remained embedded in me, leaning over my back; he began nibbling upon my other shoulder, following the path of my neck as Ben was doing on the other side.
It was then I felt them change, their bodies grow, their teeth become fangs as both bit me hard. I felt the blood escape me, trailing paths down my breasts, and in between; their huge hands became powerful claws as I felt them cut into my skin to hold me for their desires.
The full moon had shone so brightly last night, streaming over our naked forms in the confines of that room, as they laved at the wounds they inflicted, their now lupine cocks hardening; their swelling so great that I had believed my death would be imminent.
They had taken so much blood from me that night, that I barely felt them begin to thrust once more, the pain I believed would happen remained minimal as they began to piston within me, my body so small against them my head now rested upon Ben’s ribs instead of his shoulder. Their bodies, now black with soft fur cushioned me as their thrusts became urgent. My body had began to respond once more by that point, my juices, their combined cum, and a small mix of my blood from their sudden growth within me, allowed their thrusting.
Their lupine cocks spurring me forward, higher, deeper as the coil in my belly tightened and pitched me into darkness of my climax as they both surged forward once more, burying deep as their knots formed, anchoring them both so deep as they filled my body with their seed; the sensation was too much then as they completed their mating with me, their bonding. The stretching within me, the feeling of not knowing where I ended and they began, was too much for me to cope with, and rendered me into oblivion.
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This is not where I am now, no longer am I on that sofa in Paris, with the re runs of some old comedy playing in the background. No, I am not even lying in the same ’time’ as last night.
Surrounding me is the home of my lovers, their castle in Scotland. I am lying on a bed of furs and silks, exhausted and sated, entwined with them both in their handsome ‘human’ forms; brought back from a future they could not wait for. Impatient for their mate, I have been brought back several hundred years to them rather than them living those years alone. So here I lie, sated, and loved, by my wolves.
The twin brothers destined just for me.
The End
Last story for tonight -
Anya
My Uncle Andrei was a feckless man who hadn’t been able to get his life together since his first wife died almost five years before. My mother and aunts had all agreed that he needed another wife. Andrei wasn’t the type who could withstand the will of four strong Russian women, but he also wasn’t the type who could attract even the most desperate single woman. When the Soviet Union collapsed and its nascent free-market economy produced all kinds of suspect commerce, including mail-order brides, my mother and aunts were quick to take advantage.
“Sixty-nine years of Soviet rule happens to end at the exact time Andrei needs a wife,” my mother said. “Are you kidding me? You cannot tell me this isn’t a sign.”
“Tell Andrei to stop quibbling,” my Aunt Helena said. “If he doesn’t want to pick a wife, we will do it for him.”
Several months and correspondences later, in the late spring of ‘92, his new wife, Sira, arrived from Russia with her daughter Anya in tow.
Andrei and Sira went on a weekend trip to Cape Cod for their honeymoon a couple weeks after their arrival, and Anya stayed with us while they were gone. Though their marriage appeared stable, Anya wasn’t fooled. “My mother vill ruin it,” she said to me in her thick Russian accent. “She ruin everything.”
I was surprised when she said this. I hardly knew her, after all. “Why do you say that?” I said. “Everything seems okay so far.”
“My mother ees a liar. She lie on zee papers she fill out, she lie vhen she talk to your uncle. She not like to cook and to clean and to be good vife. She not like anything. I feel sorry for your uncle.”
I could only shrug off her comments, but they soon proved prophetic. After about a month, Sira’s amenable disposition eroded into something much uglier. She complained about Andrei’s modest job and their small apartment. She stopped contributing around the apartment, though she made no effort to get a job. And she fought endlessly with Anya.
“I think Sira and Anya just need some time to adjust,” Andrei said to my mother, trying to downplay their problems. “It’s a big change, and being cooped up together all day, I think they take it out on each other. I’m sure everything will be fine soon enough.”
My mother approached me the next day to ask if I would entertain Anya a few days a week to get her out of the apartment until things settled down for Andrei and Sira. I’d never been that comfortable around girls, at least not in a sexual or romantic way, but Anya seemed nice enough from the few times I’d talked to her, so I said I would. It’s not like I didn’t have the time. I had told my parents I was working part-time in the mailroom for a locally based retail company, which appeased them. The truth was that I was selling weed. Not a lot, just reasonably priced bags to friends and friends of friends. Enough to make a little spending money—hopefully enough to finally upgrade to a CD player—and keep some free smoke for myself.
I had started the job in the mailroom at the beginning of the summer, but I quit after only two shifts of sorting letters and packages into alphabetically ordered slots. I was an avid reader and I fancied myself as someone not influenced by mainstream culture or conventional thought. Having exposed myself to different ways of thinking, I couldn’t rightly put myself through such monotony. What did I know? Of course, I didn’t do anything more than lounge by the pool all day and wait for my beeper to go off, but it still beat sorting.
The first week I showed Anya around town, took her to a party, went into the city once. By the second week she was coming over almost every day. My parents left for work before I woke and didn’t come home till the evening. Anya would take the bus over in the morning, let herself in with the key hidden on the porch, and be watching TV in the living room when I got up.
I tried to hide that I was selling weed, but she caught on quickly.
“Vhat kind of drugs do you sell?” she said after my beeper went off, and I told her I had to make a quick stop by a friend’s house.
“What are you talking about?” I said.
“Oh, cut it out. You do not seem like a person who vould sell big drugs. You must sell marivanna, no?”
It turned out to be a good thing. She would help me make deliveries, and there’s nothing like a friendly smile from a cute girl to get a buyer to agree to a good price.
We were relaxing by the pool late one morning. It was an above-ground pool off a deck that connected to my parents’ house. Anya lay on the deck in a blue-and-white, floral-patterned bikini while I drifted in a two-person inflatable raft. She had curvy hips and a firm, round butt—not fat, but nicely proportionate to her breasts. I stole a few glances here and there, but I didn’t want to get an erection so didn’t look at her too much, at least not in that way.
Like I said, I’d never been too smooth with girls. I defensively attributed this to their superficiality and penchant for doltish guys, though that I was a stiff was probably closer to the truth. But I didn’t have to worry about it with Anya. She had such an easy-going personality, I never felt anxious about having to impress her or anything like that. I could hang around her and just be myself, like we’d been friends for years, without worrying about those things.
I had momentarily fallen asleep. I opened my eyes to see her standing above me on the deck. “Bombs avay!” she exclaimed as she leaped onto the raft. She almost landed cleanly, but then fell forward onto me, and we both toppled into the water. I swallowed and inhaled some up my nose, and stood up coughing. “Oh, I am so sorry,” she said laughing. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I kept coughing. “I think.” As I regained my composure, I noticed her bikini top had ridden up off her left breast. Shit, what do I say? I thought. Do I tell her? Or do I pretend nothing happened, try not to look at it?
“You look so peaceful as you float, I could not help myself.” She laughed some more and her exposed breast jiggled. Then she noticed it, or at least I think she did, because she didn’t bother to fix it right away.
“Yeah, well…” Son of a bitch, I can’t not look at it. “You better watch your back.” Doesn’t she notice me staring at it? “I could retaliate anytime.”
After several very long moments, she finally adjusted the bikini, first taking off the right side so both breasts were exposed before casually securing it back on. She looked up at me, and I raised my eyes, which were squarely focused on her breasts, to her face. She flicked water at me with the back of her hand and climbed into the raft.
I tried to act nonchalant, though my insides were churning. A little casual nudity between friends was probably no big deal, not for someone with more experience with such things. I could be cool, play it cool. At least for now. I’d just have to sneak away to my room and rub one out as soon as I could.
Anya didn’t say a word about the fact that I’d seen her tits. If it was no big deal to her, then I figured it shouldn’t be to me either. Though it sure felt like a big deal. I kept picturing her ripe breasts, so full and creamy white with puffy, pink nipples, staring right at me. I masturbated at least three times a day thinking about them. But the thought faded. I forced it to. I wasn’t going to let myself be such a dork that I was completely overwhelmed by seeing one pair of tits.
Several days later, we were hanging out in my basement bedroom, listening to music and smoking weed. I passed a joint to Anya, who lay on her side on my bed, propped up by her elbow. She took a hit and held me in her gaze. “Do you vant to do eet?” she said, the smoke still in her lungs. She angled her head up and exhaled.
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I was sufficiently high that processing what she said and forming a response were no easy tasks, not that I would have been any less caught off guard if sober. “I, ahh… What?”
“You hear me just fine, Peter. You vanna?”
I was sunken into a bean bag chair, Led Zeppelin pouring from the speaker behind me. The hypnotic riffs of Kashmir engulfed me, washed through me. Her question caught me by such surprise, I didn’t know what to say, or even think. I suppose it didn’t help that my mind was shrouded in a fog of marijuana. I latched onto the first coherent idea that came to mind. “We can’t.”
“Vhat do you mean? Vhy not?”
“We’re cousins.”
She rolled her eyes and gave a weary expression. “Ve’re not even related by blood. If your uncle not pick my mother from some photo, I vould be in Moscow as vee speak. It von’t last anyway.”
“What won’t last?”
“Zeir marriage. Nothing vith my mother last. But I do not care about zat. I not vanna sink about my mother. Vhat you say? Let us have some fun.”
An instinctive desire for sex tangled with my attempt to apply some type of reasoning to the situation, both of which became more confused by the drugs and music. There was the idea that we were cousins, but then again, maybe we weren’t. It certainly didn’t feel like it. I also had the vague feeling that I was supposed to be helping her, but what did that have to do with anything? “I…don’t know” was all I could manage.
“I like to listen to your tapes and get high vith you, but vee not do anything else this veek and I start to get bored. You no vanna, then okay. You can vatch me.”
She stood off the bed and handed me the joint, which had gone out. She stretched her arms above her head and sensually swayed to the music. She had wavy black hair past her shoulders, pale skin and hauntingly dark eyes. She wore a tank-top and cut-off cargo shorts, an outfit that originated more from her having little money than from trying to fit in with the emerging grunge fashion trend. She was short, about five-foot-one, but had good size breasts for her height.
She turned towards me and gripped her breasts through her shirt. “Vhat is it, you not sink me sexy?” She let go of her breasts and they bounced into their naturally exquisite positions. Her nipples tried to stab right through the fabric.
“No. I mean, yeah. I’d never really…but, yeah.”
She casually lifted off her shirt. I was mesmerized by her soft skin and bulging breasts, which were accentuated by her tight-fitting bra. She spun around and unhooked the bra while looking seductively at me, then let it slide off her arms, uncovering melon breasts with those puffy, pink nipples. She squeezed her bare breasts, swaying and gyrating to the music, and stepped out of her shorts and panties.
She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back. One hand fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples while the other slid between her spread legs. “Do you masturbate?” she said.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was so awestruck, I could barely speak. But I gulped and forced up a “Yeah,” then added with a hesitant chuckle, “too much.”
“Me too. I do eet all the time.” I was about four feet away and directly in front of her spread legs. Her finger snaked through her pubic hair and parted her lips, already glistening with moisture. “Mmmm,” she moaned as her finger settled into a steady circular motion. “I vill to do it now. You can join me if you vant.”
I had already been gently rocking my hips to rub my erection against my jeans, and I began to rub it harder through my pants. Anya closed her eyes and tilted her head back as if it dangled by a string. The tape had auto-flipped to side one, and her moans of pleasure blended seemlessly with the aggressive blues-metal rhythm of Custard Pie. I was no longer thinking about what I should or shouldn’t do. I unzipped my pants and stroked my erection while feasting on the sight of Anya, her breasts shimmering in sync with her erotic undulations, her finger furiously swirling just above the fleshy notch between her legs.
I let out a subdued “Uhhh” as electricity coursed through my body and come spurted out my cock and onto on my hand, pants and shirt. Anya picked up the pace and came shortly after I did, then collapsed flat on the bed.
“Zat felt sooo good,” she said. She lifted her head to look at me, then sat up on the edge of the bed. I was still completely stoned and somewhat taken aback by what had just happened. I wasn’t sure where to go next, conversationally speaking, especially considering my dick was out and I had come all over myself. Anya wasn’t quite as self-conscious. “A fuck vould have felt better,” she said, “but I have been so tense lately, zat still hit zee trick.”
I laughed nervously. “It hit the spot. It does the trick, but it hits the spot.”
She nodded that she understood the idiom, then said, “You still hold zee joint,” and pointed to my left hand. I hadn’t even noticed. She stepped forward, and I passed it to her along with a lighter. Still in the same forward motion, she leaned down and dipped her finger in a puddle of my come, dabbed it on the tip of my nose, and grinned widely as she lay back on the bed. She took a long, deep drag, exhaled, and watched the cloud of smoke spread across my room. Looking supremely comfortable with her nakedness, she said, “Vhat should vee do now?”
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Anya had a lot to be tense about. I’d only been hanging around with her for a couple weeks, but I could already see that it was going to take more than “time to adjust,” as my Uncle Andrei had said, for things to settle down for them. Anya hadn’t gone into great detail, but I could tell from the brief comments she made that it was a difficult situation for her. She always bemoaned having to go home in the evening, and would try to get me to go out somewhere when my parents got back from work so she’d have someplace else to go. If I offered to drive her home, she declined, preferring to delay the inevitable by riding the bus.
But I didn’t fully grasp my own meager problems, nevermind someone else’s.
I lay in my bed the night after we’d masturbated and thought about what happened. It was still hard to believe. Having been high, it almost seemed unreal, more like the memory of a movie than real life. Yet I knew it was real, it did happen, and I wondered what it meant. Would it be awkward when I saw her again? Would we mention what we did or pretend like it didn’t happen? As little experience as I had, I still didn’t think too many people had things like that happen to them. I definitely didn’t know how the hell you were supposed to act after that.
Even worse, maybe she thought I was a dork for just sitting there. Why, I thought, why, why, why didn’t I do anything?! I knew getting high didn’t help, and vowed never to smoke again, at least not until I figured a few things out about myself.
A couple hours later, I cracked a window in my bedroom and took a few puffs from my pipe to smoke myself to sleep. So much for vows made under stress.
Anya was already in the house the next morning when I stumbled up the stairs half asleep. She was watching Wheel of Fortune in the living room, and the kitchen was in mild disarray. “I make you pancakes,” she said. “But you sleep late and they get cold.”
I looked at the plate of pancakes on the table. They actually looked half edible. “Thanks,” I mumbled, and tossed them in the microwave.
I had to run a few errands and make a purchase to restock my supply, and I didn’t say much before leaving. She was out by the pool when I returned. I lingered in the house, occasionally glancing out a window at her.
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“Peeeterrrrr! What are you doing in there?!” she playfully yelled.
I stepped out the sliding door onto the porch, squinting my eyes from the bright sun.
“Eet so hot. Vhy you not come in zee pool?”
I affected an air of indifference, but still took off my shirt and dove into the water. My anxiety quickly dissipated as I swam around. That’s just how it was with Anya. I should have known better than to get all uptight, to think she would think less of me. She wasn’t that type of person. It felt nice just to be around her.
I floated on my back as we speculated how much Vanna White made to turn letters. I lamented that our culture was such that someone could become rich and famous for doing such an inane thing. Anya said that it seemed like a decent gig if you could get it.
Then she tapped the side of the raft and said, “Come in zee boat vith me, Peter.”
I swam under the raft and pushed up like I was going to flip it. “Noooo! Play nice,” she pleaded.
“Oh, I see how it is. When you’re in the boat it’s time to play nice, but when I am anything goes.”
She laughed guiltily. “Vhat does your mother not like you to do? ‘Peter, I do not vant you to frown around all day,” she said, trying to imitate my mother.
“You mean lounge around.”
“Yes, lounge around. Come in zee boat and lounge around vith me.”
I shook my head as if I shouldn’t give in so easily, then grabbed a book off the deck and hopped into the boat. We sat on opposite sides, our legs intertwined and rubbing against each other. At first I nervously tried to keep my legs from hitting hers, though it was difficult to do sharing such a small space. But she didn’t seem to mind. “Don’t move all around,” she said, and jokingly kicked me and rested her legs on top of mine.
We drifted around the pool, talking, just lying there. I read my book while she dozed off. Her legs were smooth and extra shiny with sunscreen on them. Feeling all that soft skin rubbing against me, I couldn’t help but get a hard-on. When she had her eyes closed, I angled it up against my stomach and held it down with the waistband of my swimsuit, so it wouldn’t be too obvious.
After a while, she lazily raised her head and squinted her eyes. “I sink I need more sunscreen.”
“Help me paddle,” I said.
We both leaned over the edge and paddled with our hands to try to reach the deck. When we were close enough she leaned out and grabbed the sunscreen. She put some on her legs and started to put some on her arms. “Here, help me put eet on. I can not reach my back.”
My nerves kicked back into high gear as she handed me the small, plastic bottle and turned around. She scooted close to me, and I crossed my legs to give her room. I paused, not sure how to proceed. My heartbeat could have been detected by a seismograph. I took several deep breaths, squirted some lotion on her shoulders and the tops of her arms, and began to tentatively rub it in.
She rested both arms on the sides of the boat and hung her head forward with her hair over her shoulder to get it out of the way. “So tell me Peter, vhy you not have girlfriend?”
I was nervous enough without having to answer this kind of question. I couldn’t come out and say I wasn’t too smooth with girls. “I don’t know. I don’t have much free time, I guess.”
“Vhat you mean, no free time? All you do is nothing all day.” I knew right away I’d given a foolish answer. Damn, why didn’t I just say I didn’t want one, make a joke about how nutty girls are or something like that? Before I could think of anything else, she said, “Do you not like girls?”
A knot formed in my throat. How the hell do you answer something like that? I thought of how to respond without sounding foolish, but I realized the more I lied the more foolish I would look. “Yeah, I like girls. I’m just, I don’t know, I’m not that good around them. I mean, I haven’t…I don’t have much…experience, I guess.”
“Yes, I could tell zat. At zee party vhen some girls talk to you.”
“What do you mean? Did I look stupid or something?”
“No, not stupid. You just seem, umm, how you say, not sure.”
It was an embarassingly private part of my life, but she was so straightforward about everything, it was easy to talk to her. Perhaps the difficulties in her own life led her to be more open and non-judgmental about other things. Though it was embarrassing, it was also somehow comforting to be able to open up about it. I went on to tell her about a girl that had liked me, about how we had gone to the homecoming dance together, but because of my shyness it just awkwardly fizzled out. I hadn’t done anything more than kiss her once. I had later heard that this girl said she just got bored with me.
“Does zat not feel good to touch me?” Anya said.
I continued to rub her back and shoulder even though she had plenty of sunscreen on. I couldn’t not be affected by the sexual feelings when I started to put it on, but talking about such a private subject caused any such feelings to deflate. I didn’t even have an erection anymore. Until she asked if it felt good to touch her. “Yeah, it feels good,” I said as my attention refocused on her body and my hard-on shot up to full staff.
“Eet feels good for me too.” She closed her eyes and relaxed her head forward to fully enjoy it.
I ran my hands over the sensuous lines of her back, trying not to interrupt the knot of her bikini, and worked my way up to her neck. “Mmmm,” she said as I gripped and massaged her shoulders. I reached out to rub her upper arms before repeating the process in reverse.
She nudged herself backward so her ass was pushing against my crossed legs. With her eyes still closed, she reached up and untied the knot of her bikini around her neck. It fell down her front and off her breasts. I could see the graceful curve of her breast from the side, the luxurious line that ran down like a ski slope to her nipple, then dipped under to her ribs. I took several deep breaths to try to compose myself.
I wasn’t sure what I should do, so I just moved my hands in small circles on her back. Then she pushed further into me. There was no room to cross my legs, so I had to stretch them out alongside hers, her ass pressing into my groin, rubbing against my erection.
I barely had time to realize what was happening. She reached backwards and took hold of my wrist and pulled my hand to her front. She placed my hand squarely on her breast and held it there. “Does zat feel good, too?”
I froze, unable to speak. Her hand pressed down on mine, caused me to squeeze her breast. I finally said as my voice cracked, “Ye-ah.”
She reached back with her other hand and untied the bikini knot at the center of her back and tossed the bikini top into the pool. She grabbed my other wrist, pulled it around her, and, as she leaned into me so her back was against my chest, placed my other hand on her other breast.
I looked over her shoulder at both breasts in my hands, the supple flesh giving way to my palpations, her nipples rolling through my fingers. The visceral pull towards her was immense. I gave way to it and bent my head down and kissed her shoulder, ran my lips along her sunscreen-coated skin.
My head was right beside hers, and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “I like vhen you touch me.”
“I like it, too.” We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, then our lips came together and rested there, softly, delicately. We pulled apart and I laughed.
“Vhy you laugh?”
“I don’t know. It just feels good to kiss you.”
“Zhen kiss me again.”
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