As she comes down from an amazing orgasm, she rolls over onto her side, facing him, but keeps her eyes closed. He grabs her right hand and holds it, and she entwines her fingers into his. With her free hand, she uses her index finger to draw a heart on his arm. In response, he takes his finger down her arm, spelling the words “I love you”. Fighting tears, she squeezes his hand and falls asleep.
Early the next morning, Stacy leaves for work. As soon as she is gone, Nathan is naked, and pressing his body against Marissa’s. This however, does not wake her, and he begins to play with her body. After stroking her face and watching her eyelids flutter in her sleep, he begins his seduction. While one hand is lightly running down her stomach, the other is at her nipple, squeezing hard. In her sleep, this simple action causes Marissa to moan lightly. This encourages him, and he squeezes harder, knowing if fully aware, this would probably hurt her. At the same time, his other hand is already forcing four fingers deep into her still-drenched pussy. His actions are met with more moaning, and she begins to stir in her sleep. He leaves her raw nipple, and begins kissing his way down her stomach, lightly grazing his tongue across her warm skin. As he reaches her pussy he stops, and begins to kiss and bite her inner thighs, fully aware that biting turns her on more than anything. She starts to murmur in her sleep, and he knows that this is his cue.
As he slams his fingers deep inside her, he meets her clit with his tongue, and her eyes fly open. As the pleasure begins to overtake her, she closes her eyes again, and begins to moan louder. He moves his tongue up and down her pussy; he’s always loved the way she tastes. Just as she is about to cum, he yanks his fingers out of her. As she begins to whimper, he roughly pulls her farther down the bed, and slams his dick into her dripping hole. Once again her eyes fly open, completely surprised by this intrusion. His dick is a perfect fit, and she loves the way he feels inside her. He starts to thrust, slowly at first, but picks up speed, feeling himself getting close.
Suddenly, he flips her over, and pulls her up onto her knees, while forcing her face into the bed. She starts to moan louder, as she has never been fucked doggy but already loves it. He holds her hips as he slams into her, hard and deep, hitting the back of her pussy with every thrust. And with every thrust she cries out, the pleasure almost unbearable. She clings to the sheets as tears run down her face, these waves of pure ecstasy so new. He reaches up with his right hand, grabs a handful of hair, and yanks her face up off the bed. With every thrust, he yanks her head back, causing her to cry out even louder every time. He can’t hold it back any longer, and pulls out of her flooded pussy, just in time to send his hot load streaming all over her back and into her hair.
As soon as he lets go of her, she falls limp to the bed, unable to speak. She has never experienced anything so strong, and can’t even catch her breath. He just smiles and leans over her, only one thing left to say. “Good morning slave.”
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The Camping Trip
Kate had always been one of the guys. Not by design, it had just been one of those roles she fell into easily, since she had grown up with two brothers. Thus, it didn’t strike her as unusual when Jason and Eric, who had been planning what they were calling “A Manly Camping Trip” casually asked one day if she’d like to tag along.
“I don’t know if I qualify for this trip, since I don’t have a penis,” she pointed out.
Eric looked at her as though he had forgotten this minor fact. “It doesn’t matter. We like having you around. Plus, I know for a fact that you actually own a sleeping bag, so already you’re light years ahead of these other city slickers who wanted to come with us.”
“Yeah, you’ve done real camping,” Jason said. “I mean, I went on, like, Boy Scout trips when I was fourteen, but this is different. We’re all adults.”
Kate had to admit that a weekend out of the city was tempting, so she agreed to go along.
Which was how she found herself sitting on a boulder next to a lake in the woods, satiated after a meal of grilled fish that Eric had caught that same day, absently throwing pebbles into the water. It had been a fun trip so far, but, despite spending almost every waking minute that day with either Jason or Eric or both, she felt alone. The boys never looked at her in the way she wanted to be looked at, she thought to herself. And Eric had been talking nonstop about this girl he’d just met, how well they’d hit it off, a little pixie girl to contrast with Eric’s more husky frame.
A long pair of legs entered her field of vision. “Mind if I join you?” asked Jason.
“Not at all,” said Kate. She had what she was pretty sure was an unrequited crush on Jason, which made moments with him awkward at times, but she was happy enough to be in his company.
He sat down next to her on the boulder, and they didn’t say anything for a long time. Kate continued to lob small rocks into the lake, and Jason just gazed off in the distance.
“Where’s Eric?” Kate asked.
“He figured out that if he stood just to the left of this tree over by the tent that he could get enough of a cell phone signal to check his voicemail.”
Kate laughed. “So much for roughing it.”
Jason looked over at her. The moon was full and cast a bluish glow over her face. She was wrapped up in a baggy college sweatshirt, but she had shorts on and her well-toned calves were on display. “We’ve known each other a long time, eh?” he asked.
“God. Fourteen years? It’s insane. I can’t believe so much time has gone by.”
“Me neither.” Jason hadn’t noticed until they’d spent time in such close quarters how attractive she was. She had short, dark hair and a lithe frame, flawless skin, big brown eyes. She’d been like a sibling to him most of the time they’d known each other, but lately, something stirred when he saw her. And she looked especially lovely in the moonlight that night, with her hair blowing in the breeze.
He wrestled with whether to say anything, instead said, “It’s nice to get out of the city.”
“It is,” Kate agreed. “What were you getting at before with how long we’ve known each other?”
“What? Oh. Nothing, really. I just thought it was interesting. Who’d have thought that we’d be twenty-eight and single and on a camping trip like a bunch of college kids?”
Kate laughed. “Oh, it’s fun,” she said.
“You sure you’re okay with sharing a tent with us boys?”
“As long as neither of you snores. Although it’s nice of you to acknowledge that I’m not one of your kind.”
“I know you’re a girl, Kate,” said Jason.
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”
He blushed, but she couldn’t see it in the dark. He turned his head away. “Of course. It’s hard not to notice sometimes.”
“Yeah?” She was feeling a little playful, and had realized she’d made him a little vulnerable. “What things do you notice?”
“Well, for starters, though you can’t tell under that giant sweatshirt, you have fantastic breasts.”
She was so shocked by this admission that she was momentarily speechless. The only thing she could think of to say in response was, “The sweatshirt is Eric’s.”
Feeling a little bolder, Jason said, “I won’t deny that I’ve wanted to make out with you on a few occasions.”
“Wow,” said Kate. “Funny you should mention that. There’ve been a few times I’ve wanted to make out with you.” She inched a little closer to where he was sitting so that their butts nearly touched.
“Funny how that goes,” said Jason, feeling nearly breathless. Their faces were close now. He gently ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’ve thought about kissing you,” he said.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Because you’re my friend! And you’re friends with most of my friends. I didn’t want it to be weird. But I definitely know you’re a girl, Kate. Painfully aware.” That pain had manifested itself in an erection in his shorts, one that was already straining against his zipper. He hadn’t even touched her yet, he thought, but something about the moonlight and nature had him wanting to devour her whole.
The feeling was mutual. “Let’s put all that aside for the weekend,” said Kate. “All this nature’s giving me some funny ideas.”
“Yeah?” He couldn’t hold out anymore. Her face was right there. He tipped his head slightly and kissed her. The kiss deepened, and he sucked a bit on her bottom lip. She moaned softly, already anticipating what might lie ahead.
“Oh, lots of ideas,” she said when the kiss broke.
Then they heard their names being called. Kate rolled her eyes. The got up and walked back to the tent.
“I’m going to turn in,” Eric announced. “I think we all should, but mostly because I can’t sleep with that lantern on, but if I turn it off, you’ll never find the tent again.”
“Fair enough,” said Jason.
The three of them climbed into the tent and lay out their sleeping bags. It was a six-man tent, so they had plenty of space. Kate tried to forget what had just happened with Jason and lay down to fall asleep, but no sleep came. Soon, Eric was snoring away, though, which made it even harder to fall asleep. She rolled onto her side and looked at Jason. “You awake?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back. “God, did he swallow a jackhammer?”
Kate slid over as far as she could to get close to Jason. He put a hand on her arm and stroked affectionately. “Now what are we going to do?”
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“Don’t know. But unless he quiets down, I don’t know if sleep is going to be forthcoming.” He sighed. “I’m a bit warm,” he commented, before unzipping his sleeping bag and throwing the top off.
Kate took in his long, lanky body. He was wearing a black tee-shirt and black knit shorts. It was so dark that she could only really see the outline of his body, but she noticed something suspicious in his shorts.
Something in her told her he wouldn’t mind much if she investigated.
She reached over and touched him.
“Hey!” he whisper-shouted.
“Shh,” she said. She was feeling a little devious. She leaned over and kissed him, intending for it to just be a peck, but he put a hand on the back of her head and held her there. While he was thus distracted, she put her hand on his shorts, felt his cock get harder as she lay her hand there. He shifted his hips in a way that gave her a little bit easier access. “Is this okay?” she asked, their lips still touching.
“Oh, yeah,” he said.
They resumed kissing. She kept exploring with her hands. She could feel his cock through his shorts, could feel that it was substantial, maybe bigger than any she’d seen before, long and lean like the rest of him. She reached into his shorts and put her hand around it, which earned a assenting grunt from him. He got a hand inside the big sweatshirt she was wearing, but she didn’t really offer up her body, she was more interested in him at this point.
She listened to verify that Eric was still snoring away, and pushed Jason’s shorts down a little so that his cock was exposed to the air. “Oh, God,” Jason gasped as he felt a breeze pass over his skin. She put her hand around his cock and started to stroke, lightly at first, then with more conviction. With one hand, he got her bra undone and with the other, he put his hand under it, cupping her left breast, just feeling it at first, then giving it a squeeze, then letting his thumb graze over the nipple. She sighed, sucked in some air through her teeth, then really began stroking him, fast and hard.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come really fast,” he said.
“That’s the idea,” she replied.
And she kept up the stroking. Her fingers felt like magic on his cock, and here it was, a whole day’s worth of sexual tension getting relieved all at once. And here she was, those breasts, those legs, laying next to him, stroking his cock. She started to move her hand around a little, cupping and massaging his balls, then her thumb rubbing the head, then back to the stroking. He thought it maybe the best hand job he’d ever had, and he wanted it to last forever, but he knew the inevitable was near.
He grabbed a big fistful of her sweatshirt and twisted it in his hand. She knew what this meant. She grinned at him. He lost it and came all over her hand. Then, much to his astonishment, she lifted the hand to her mouth and licked.
“Think you can sleep now?” she asked.
“No,” he said. But he pulled up his shorts and lay his head on his pillow, feeling satisfied and a little sleepy. She put her head near his, and they drifted off to sleep together. Neither noticed that Eric had stopped snoring.
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Eric was up bright and early the next morning, before Kate and Jason even stirred. He never had been able to sleep if there was any light. He walked over to the lake and considered throwing in a fishing line, but instead, he sat on the boulder where Jason and Kate had kissed the night before.
He was mildly disturbed by what he’d witnessed in the middle of the night. He’d known Jason lusted after Kate a bit and was surprised to see the inverse was true, also, but more than that, he’d found watching them together really arousing. He got hard just thinking about it now, out by the lake. He stole a quick glance back at the tent—still no sign of movement—and unzipped his shorts, pulling out his cock. He pictured Kate naked, her perfectly pert little breasts, her long legs, and he fantasized the cock in his hand pumping in and out of her. Then Jason popped into his vision, and he saw them the night before, Kate going to town on Jason’s long cock and the beautiful sight of Jason’s back arching as he came. Eric knew not why he found this so erotic, but he was getting excited just thinking about maybe witnessing it again that night. Maybe they’d go farther, he thought. Or maybe they’d even let him join. He kept pulling and stroking on his cock furiously, and when he came, he shot his load straight up in the air and watched it arc away.
Jason woke up not long after Eric had left the tent. He watched Kate sleep for a while. She looked beautiful in the morning light, he thought. He couldn’t keep himself from touching her. He reached over and stroked her face, which caused her to stir. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Hi,” she said sleepily.
“Hi,” he responded. “Eric’s gotten up already.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, and I heard him grab a fishing pole, so I think he’ll be gone for a little while.”
“Are you implying something?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her aggressively. He unzipped her sleeping bag and climbed inside it with her. Then he pulled off her sweatshirt.
“Woah, there, tiger,” she said. “What’s going on?”
“Words cannot describe how much I want you,” he said.
“Oh, well, then,” she said. She kissed him hard, pulled off his tee-shirt.
Her shorts had ridden up in the night, and she could feel his hard cock through his shorts against her bare thigh. She really wanted to feel that cock in her hands again. She maneuvered herself so that she was on top of him, and she threw off the sleeping bag and straddled his knees. She pulled down his shorts and grabbed his cock with both hands, stroking it eagerly.
He sat up and pulled off her tee shirt. He saw that her bra was still undone from the night before, so he quickly disposed of that, too. He leaned in and sucked on one of her pink nipples and grabbed and kneaded her other breast with his hand. She sighed as he first licked then bit the nipple in his mouth.
He then reached down and unbuttoned, then unzipped, her shorts. She got up on her knees and started to pull them down, at which point he slid a hand in under her panties and touched her delicately with his fingers. She was dripping wet, he was delighted to find. His middle finger slid easily inside of her. She gasped when he put his index finger there, also.
They were each out of their respective bottoms in record time, and then Kate was on her back on the ground and Jason hovered over her. She looked at his well-muscled chest, felt the delicate hair there, then licked his jaw line, feeling the day’s worth of stubble. He was so sexy and masculine. She kissed him and spread her legs for him. She then felt his cock poking at her vagina. “God, yes,” she said, and grabbed his ass and pushed him inside.
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He nearly came right then, finally inside of her, feeling the silky warmth. He held back, though, and slowly started to stroke in and out. She felt her whole body tingle, felt the orgasm building up already, and on his fifth or sixth stroke, a huge orgasm wracked her body. And still he held back, and started thrusting harder as she rode the orgasm. She grabbed onto him, digging her nails into his back, biting her lip to keep from crying out and causing Eric to return to investigate. Then she came again, even harder than the first time. Jason could feel her muscles contracting around his cock, which is what finally did him in. He emptied inside of her.
They opted to change into bathing suits instead of putting their clothes back on, and Jason grabbed a bar of soap on their way to the lake, presumably to bathe. Just watching Kate’s very female body walking in front of him towards the lake had him getting hard again, as he watched her ass sway a bit as she walked. She was in a bikini that covered her ass and her breasts a bit more than Jason would have liked, but it showed off her flat stomach. He couldn’t wait to get her really truly alone, back home in the city, so he could kiss that stomach.
Jason saw Eric’s tee-shirt on the boulder and realized that he must’ve had a similar idea. Indeed, Eric had waded out up to his waist in the lake. Jason felt disappointed that he’d miss out on opportunities to feel up Kate, but he shrugged and plunged right in. Eric looked back when he saw the splashing.
The first thing he saw was Kate, resplendent in her bikini, standing on top of the boulder. He felt his cock grow. Then he saw Jason wading towards him. Then, suddenly, Jason was under water, and Eric then felt a hand on his ass, just quickly, then Jason surfaced right next to him. It was an old game they’d played as kids. Eric turned away from Jason so that Jason wouldn’t spot his erection.
“Water’s fantastic, Kate!” Jason hollered.
Kate cautiously walked to the edge and put her foot forward. The water was very warm. She started to wade out to where the boys were standing.
“You boys wonder what it’d be like to skinny dip in this lake?” she asked. That was all it took to get Jason completely hard again.
“I can imagine,” he said.
Kate happened to look down and see what was going on with Eric, too. An idea was springing to her mind that she thought was too outrageous, but then she felt Jason’s hand glide across her ass. She turned to Eric. “Jason and I have kind of a pact going. We’re forgetting about all outside responsibilities and hassles for the weekend. We’re forgetting about friendships and pixie girls and everything that’s going on at home. We’re isolated in the woods.”
“Sounds like a good pact,” said Eric.
“It is. I think you should get in on it, too.”
“Okay.”
Jason was catching on. “There are benefits,” he said.
Kate grinned mischievously. “Jason and I just had hot sex in the tent.”
“Oh,” said Eric.
“I’m still feeling horny, though. And I think it’s about time you took me for a female. I’m tired of being one of the guys.” With that, she took off her bikini top and tossed it on shore. It landed near Eric’s discarded tee-shirt. “Touch me,” she commanded of him.
Eric gave Jason a cautious look, but Jason seemed to be eating up the scene, so Eric went ahead and put his hand on one of Kate’s breasts. Her skin was incredibly soft, and he could feel her hard nipple against his palm. It felt amazing.
Jason got behind her and pressed his cock against her ass. He reached around and cupped her other breast with his hand. Kate let out a low moan as both boys began to touch and feel and stroke. She reached down and put her hands straight into Eric’s shorts and grabbed his cock. His was not as long as Jason’s, but it was thicker. And it was hard.
“I have a wild idea,” she said.
“I’m already there,” said Jason.
Eric could hardly speak.
Kate took her hands out of his shorts and put one on either side of his face. Then she pulled him in and kissed him hard. He didn’t move his hand from her breast and squeezed it a little harder as she kissed him. He pressed his cock against her and she spread her legs a little to accommodate him.
Jason untied Kate’s bikini bottom and took off his own shorts. He tossed both ashore and they landed with a wet slap on the boulder. He then put his hands on her hips and pressed his cock against her ass, letting it sit between the cheeks. She found this incredibly arousing. But she wanted more. She ordered Eric to take his shorts off, too. He obliged and slid them off, then threw them on the shore with the other discarded clothes.
Kate began to stroke Eric’s cock slowly as Jason rubbed his against her ass. Jason had his hands on both of her breasts and Eric put his on her shoulders to steady himself. He could hardly believe what was happening. Kate leaned her head back on Jason’s shoulder, and Jason took his cue and kissed her, letting his tongue unroll in her mouth, getting twisted up in her. Eric watched and found it incredibly erotic. He moaned.
“This is hot, boys, but I think we should take it onto dry land.” Kate pulled away and started to wade out of the lake. She didn’t even bother to pick up her bikini, just walked straight back to the tent. Eric and Jason followed, both of their cocks leading the way.
The boys sat on either side of Kate as she assessed the situation. She leaned down and licked Eric’s cock, felt it in her hand, sized it up. Then she did the same to Jason, but she lingered, pulling his cock into her mouth. Jason leaned back and propped himself up on his arms while she got to work. She got on her hands and knees and put her ass up in the air.
She said, “I want you inside me, Eric.”
Eric wasted no time. He got up on his knees and put a hand on either side of her hips. He watched, amazed, as she sucked on Jason’s cock, liked the way her lips looked wrapped around it, even found the ecstatic look on his friend’s face arousing. He stroked himself a little to verify that he was still hard, then he put a finger in her pussy to test the waters. She pushed back on his finger. He felt around in the slippery folds. He leaned down to smell her, licked her, tasted her. She tasted sweet.
“Stop teasing and fuck me, Eric!” she commanded.
He got back up on his knees and positioned his cock at her opening. She rocked her hips a bit and he plunged right in, savoring the sensation. Then he started to thrust in and out, all the time watching his cock come out and disappear again back into her, felt his balls hit her clit, heard her moan and shake as he picked up speed, all while she was still sucking on Jason.
Eric pistoned in and out, closed his eyes, and just felt how amazing it was to slide in and out of her. He heard sighing and looked up as Jason put a hand on the back of her head and started pushing and pulling at her hair. This seemed like a sign that Jason would come soon.
Eric pulled out suddenly, asked Kate to roll over. She obliged, and Jason slid out of her mouth. Eric grabbed her hips and slid back into her, watching his cock slide in and out for a few strokes. Jason was up on his knees, feeding her his cock again. Jason grabbed and massaged one breast, then the other. Kate started to squirm.
Almost without warning, her body started shaking and she let out a cry as she orgasmed.
Eric pulled out then and started stroking his cock over her body. He knew he was about to come when he pulled out, and it only took a few more strokes before he let out a load of cum. It streaked across her body, some landed on her breasts.
Jason watched, mesmerized. He touched his own still rock-hard cock to one of her nipples, got some of Eric’s semen on it. Eric fell back and watched to see what Jason was up to. Jason offered his cock to Kate again, who licked off all of the cum.
Then Jason straddled her around her midsection and placed his cock between her breasts. She got what he was doing and touched her own breasts, pushed them together. Jason started pumping through her breasts as she reached her head up and stuck her tongue out, licking the tip of Jason’s penis. Then, abruptly, Jason moved back and let out a yelp and he came, streaming cum between Kate’s breasts.
The three of them lay, satisfied, on the floor of the tent for some time. Then Kate said, “Well, I guess I should go jump in the lake to wash this off.”
“We’ll join you,” said Jason. Eric agreed. His cock was already rising again in anticipation.
The End
Stud
Angelica Drake walked gingerly up the alley. She wasn’t looking forward to what lay ahead. About halfway up the alley she came to an unobtrusive door with an inlaid marker that said “STUD”. She rapped twice on the door. Her velvet gloves muffled the sound but the door still swung silently open. Inside the room was white and clean. A reception desk was tucked away in one corner and the receptionist smiled at her. “Mrs. Drake?”
“Yes,” she mumbled.
“Please come here and I’ll handle any questions you may have. We have plenty of time until your appointment.”
“This is the sperm bank, isn’t it?” Angelica quietly asked.
“Well, we’re not a sperm bank in the classic sense. Weren’t you briefed on our procedure?”
“No. A friend of mine gave me your number and told me to come here if I wanted to get pregnant. I assumed it was a sperm bank.”
“Oh, well, maybe we need to talk. You are under the wrong impression. We don’t do artificial insemination. Our methods involve direct injection from the source. Our procedure is guaranteed.”
“Are you saying someone is going to put their penis in me and cum?”
“Yes, that’s the way it is done here. We cater mostly to women who are desperate to have a baby and are willing to undergo the procedure. If you are not among that group then you have come to the wrong place.”
“When your brochure said guaranteed results, I had no idea that I would have to submit to this!”
“Maam, you don’t have to submit to anything. If you don’t want to do it, I suggest you find a baby somewhere else, adoption perhaps.”
Angelica’s shoulders slumped. She wasn’t too hot with the idea of coupling with a total stranger. She was very much in love with her husband but they had tried for five years to have a baby and had no results.
“Tell me about the procedure, please.”
“We have a very pleasant setting for your coupling. The man you choose will make tender love to you and will then engage you when you are ready. You must be willing to have a climax with him. We guarantee that when you walk out that door, you will be pregnant.”
“You said ’the man I choose’. How many do you have?” "
We have four here today. If none of them pleases you, there will be a different group of four tomorrow. I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got. If you don’t like any of them or if you are not pregnant, your entire fee will be refunded."
“I understand the fee is five thousand?”
“Yes, that’s right. It is payable now. Why don’t you have a seat and think it over? We certainly don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll think about this for a while. I’ve never let anyone but my husband into me.”
She sat down on one of the overstuffed sofas and thought it over. If I don’t do it, we may never have a baby. To get it, it looks like I’ve got to let some total stranger fuck me. Do I really want a baby that badly? She thought. Suddenly the years of failure came crushing down on her. She was tired of getting negative results month after month. Her husband would never have to know where the baby came from. He would think he did it. She stood up and walked over to the receptionist. “Okay, I’ll do it,” she said quietly. She handed the girl a check for five thousand dollars.
The girl smiled and said, “You won’t be sorry Mrs. Drake. You’ll be nursing by Christmas! Have a seat and I’ll take you back in just a minute.”
Ten minutes later the receptionist returned. “Come with me please.”
Angelica followed her through the door into another room that was dark. In front of her was a lighted stage and on the stage, four naked men stood.
“Do you need help in selecting one?” the receptionist inquired.
“I could use a few tips.”
“Pick one that is about the same size and shape as your husband with similar coloring. If your husband has a large penis, pick a guy with a big one. You need the genes of someone who is near to your husband.”
Angelica looked at the naked men on the stage. One of them was just about the same size as her husband. His cock was about the same size too. “Number three will do.” She whispered to the receptionist.
“Follow me.”
She followed the receptionist down a hall and into a bedroom. It was luxuriously appointed. Soft music played in the background. The receptionist smiled at her. “Will this be all right?”
“Yes, I suppose. How many times will this guy fuck me?”
“He’ll know when he’s been successful.”
The receptionist exited leaving Angelica in the bedroom alone. She sat on the bed. Five minutes later the door opened and her selected stud walked confidently into the room.
“My name is Jack,” he smiled.
“I’m Angelica,” she answered.
He looked a lot more handsome up close than he had on the stage. He was wearing a dressing gown. He took her hand and kissed it. “I’m sure we’re going to get along very well Angelica. I know this is a little scary, but try to relax. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to give you something you have wanted for a long time.” He smiled again and wrapped his arms around her.
At first she just stood very still. Then she raised her arms and embraced him. She looked up at him and he kissed her lips. He sat beside her and kissed her again. She could feel her body telling her it was time to open up. She opened her mouth and let him explore her tongue. She sucked on his lips and licked his tongue. Her hands wandered under his dressing gown and caressed his chest. He stood and dropped the dressing gown. He already had a big erection. She grasped his manhood and kissed it. She put the head in her mouth and sucked softly on it. His balls moved in the sack. She felt them.
He stood nude before her and started to undress her. He carefully removed her clothing piece by piece. She had nice, big, round breasts and he took the time to suck her nipples before taking off her panties. He squeezed her tightly. She could feel his cock pressing against her tummy. He scooped her up and laid her gently in the middle of the bed.
She closed her eyes and felt him lay down beside her. His fingers were playing with her pussy. He slipped one into her vagina and she moaned. I didn’t think it would be this good or this easy, she thought. She held his cock and slowly jacked it. He knelt between her legs and licked her already wet pussy. He sucked her clit in between his teeth and bit it gently. “Oh Yes!” she cried. Her husband seldom ate her. She loved it.
He licked her nub rapidly, bringing her to near orgasm. Then he slid up her body and slipped his cock into her eager pussy.
“Mmmm,” she moaned when she felt him sliding into her. He was stroking slowly and gently. “Harder, harder,” she begged.
He got a little rougher with her and soon he was slamming into her with great force. Her pussy was quivering under the assault driving both of them closer to the goal. He felt the final contractions inside her as she started an enormous climax. Right in the middle of it, he dumped his potent seed.
She felt his hot cum as it shot out of his cock and splattered inside her. It felt so good! Her husband had never cum like that! His cock was starting to deflate. Finally he withdrew it. He rolled off of her and lay panting beside her. “Did you knock me up?” she asked.
“I think so, but we should give you a couple of more shots just to make sure. Besides, you are one great piece of tail. I don’t get many like you.”
She was flattered that the stud would think she was really good. Her husband had always told her she was so-so. On the other hand, this guy had a lot more practice than her husband. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she felt it start to swell again. His hand massaged her vulva. He was ready again.
He mounted her and drove in all the way in one thrust. “Oof!” she grunted when his pelvis collided with hers. This time he used long slow strokes and brought her slowly up to the edge of ecstasy. She writhed and wriggled on his cock. “Give it to me Jack. Give me my cum!” She screamed her way into orgasm as he squirted his baby fluid into her. She felt his dick as it twitched and wiggled inside her. She didn’t want to let go. He rolled onto his back so she was on top of him. Some of his high priced cum drizzled out of her but she didn’t care. She knew he had more.
“One more time,” Jack whispered, “then I have to let your beautiful body go.”
His cock was gaining strength fast. It still took ten minutes for it too fully inflates. She sat on top of him and rocked back and forth making his rod rub her ‘g’ spot. He thrust rapidly upward. He increased his speed until he was thrusting into her like a wild animal. Her pussy exploded in a shower of cum and lust as he emptied his balls into her for the last time. She kept rocking on him, unwilling to give up. Finally he popped out of her.
“I guarantee you are now pregnant,” Jack grinned.
“I can never thank you enough, not only for the child but for opening my eyes to the possibilities of teaching my husband something new.”
She got up and got dressed. She leaned down and tenderly kissed Jack on the lips. “It was the most wonderful experience of my life. I’ll be back next year!”
Two weeks later she missed her period. A visit to the gynecologist confirmed that she was with child. Her husband was happy. She was happy, but she couldn’t forget the stud named Jack who had fathered her child.
The End
How to Get an A
There’s one in every class, he thought, writing the latest assignment on the board, his back turned to Danielle, who he knew was sitting there twirling her hair while her peers frantically scribbled down his complicated instructions.
He turned and said, “For a few of you, this is really your last chance. If I see a marked improvement then I’ll cut you some slack when it comes to grading.” He sighed. “I’ve got your exams from last week.”
He walked up and down the aisles handing out the exams. He glared at Danielle when he handed her exam back with a big red F scrawled over the top. She shrugged.
The final bell of the day rang. He excused the class and walked down the hall to the department offices. He had his own office in the corner, so he shut himself inside and rubbed his temples. He wasn’t sure what to do about Danielle. She seemed as though she wanted to fail, and at every turn she mocked him. She shirked responsibility, she never studied. And yet he couldn’t quite bring himself to fail her. He thought she was beautiful, with a soft face, big green eyes, a young body. She dressed promiscuously sometimes, but her clothes were sometimes subtle, too. He could sometimes see the curve of her breasts above the top of her shirt, or her belly button peeking out above her jeans, or a skirt showing off her long legs. She dressed to be looked at, that he knew.
It bothered him that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He knew she wouldn’t bother to do this latest assignment. He really should fail her. He flipped open his grade book to do just that when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” he shouted.
And there she was. Today she was wearing a big flannel shirt over a strappy tank top that danced across her breasts and a teeny black skirt.
“I, uh, wanted to talk about my grade.”
“All right,” he said. He gestured for her to come in. “Have a seat. Let’s talk.”
“Mind if a close the door?” she asked.
“That’s fine,” he replied.
She closed the door behind her but didn’t sit down.
“Is there anything I can do to keep from failing?” She looked at him with a pout on her lips.
“You can do the new assignment. I’ll count it as fifty percent of your grade. If you do it well, I can give you a C.” He tried to sound stern, but his resolve was shaky. He thought even her shoes—high heeled sandals that showed off toes painted blue—were incredibly sexy. He smelled her perfume, the same one an ex-girlfriend wore, and he felt his cock stir against his will. He crossed his legs.
“See, I don’t know if a C is good enough, you know? Yours is the only class I’m failing, and the grad school I got accepted to? They might take back their acceptance if I fail a class.”
“All you have to do is finish the work,” he said. “There’s not much I can do for you if you don’t bother to put the effort in.”
She nodded, paced across the office. “A C would bring down my whole average,” she said.
“Do you act this way for your other classes?”
“Well,” she said. “None of my other teachers are like you. I kind of enjoy sitting in your class. The others I do what I have to, you know?”
“That doesn’t make any sense. If you like my class, why don’t you do the work? Why do you do the work for classes you don’t like as much?”
“So we can have this extra time together,” she said plainly. “Extra help and all that.”
“I wish you’d sit down,” he said, starting to get nervous. He didn’t want her to see his erection, which would continue to grow if she didn’t stop pacing. From his seat, he was at eye-level with her lovely belly.
“I think we can work something out,” she said, and she leaned over him, putting a hand on either armrest of his chair.
“I… well…” He could see down her shirt, two perfectly formed breasts, round and firm, held in by a pink bra.
“I know how to raise my grade,” she said. He felt her breath on his face.
She felt his tie with one hand, running her fingers down it. Her hand traveled from the tie directly to his pants. She ran her hand over the zipper, feeling the bulge. He sucked in his breath.
“If this is inappropriate,” she said with a smirk, “then tell me to stop.”
“I…”
“You can’t, can you? I see you watching me in class.”
She knelt before him. He watched her manicured fingers go to work, undoing his belt buckle, slowly unzipping his pants, sliding inside. She felt his underwear—boring grey cotton boxers—and felt the growing erection underneath. His cock was eager with anticipation.
In one smooth gesture, she got the cock out from the pants and the underwear, looked at it for a moment, began to stroke it. He let a groan escape his lips.
“Is this all right, Mr. Peterson?” she asked.
He could only nod in response. He was filled with a mixture of deep pleasure and remorse. He knew this was inappropriate, but his dick was thinking for him, wanting only to be enveloped by this girl’s mouth.
Which happened a moment later. She stroked his cock until it was fully hard and then lowered her pretty lips to it, first kissing the tip, then slowly covering it. She licked him and stroked him then swallowed him. He felt the back of her throat contract. He felt the wet warmness of her mouth, felt her tongue dance up the base of his cock, felt himself sweating.
She was good, skilled, knew how hard to stroke and alternately suck and kiss and lick. He put a hand on the back of her head to guide her, but soon grabbed a clump of her hair with some measure of violence because if he didn’t grab onto something, he knew he’d have to cry out. She bobbed up and down on his penis, sucking on it. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed, felt the impending orgasm.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned her.
“Please do,” she said around his penis.
And he came, shooting spurts of hot cum into her waiting mouth. When he was done, she stood up and licked her lips. He sat back in the chair panting.
“So what can you do for me?” she asked.
“Definitely a C,” he managed to say.
“A C? You can do better.”
“Danielle, you’ve failed every exam, you’ve only handed in half of the papers…”
The flannel shirt fell to the floor. She kicked it out of the way then took a step back. She touched her breasts, gently at first, then she grabbed them. She squeezed the nipples through the cloth of her bra and the tank top. She sneered at him. She slid the tank top off over her head and tossed it at him. It landed on top of his limp penis, which was still exposed.
“An A, Mr. Peterson. I need an A.”
“What are you willing to do?” he asked.
She unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down her legs. She was wearing yellow panties with pink stars, which struck him as juvenile.
“This violates every student-teacher rule in the book,” he pointed out.
“I’m willing to do anything,” she said. “And I won’t tell a soul if you won’t.”
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“I don’t know if I can do this,” he said. “It’s just wrong. I’ll see what I can do about this grade…” He started to turn back to his grade book, but she walked over and put a hand over it to stop him.
“I don’t think you understand, Mr. Peterson. I like your class because I like you. You are smart and handsome. More than handsome. You’re sexy, brooding, just the kind of man I like. I’ve wanted you from the first day of class. I fantasize about you. And I always get what I want.”
“Well, I…”
“You think about me, too. I know you do. It’s not about the grade anymore.”
She grabbed his chin and lifted it so that he was looking at her. She reached around her back and unclipped the bra, letting her breasts go free. They bobbed a little. They were round and firm with erect nipples. It was everything he could do not to reach out and touch them.
“Oh, I want you,” she said with clenched teeth, as she felt her naked breasts, letting her fingers drift over them, touching her nipples, touching the curves. He felt his dick come back to life under the tank top.
“Do you sit in here or at home, Mr. Peterson, and fantasize about me? Do you jack off wondering what this body would be like under the clothes?” She walked over to him and leaned over him again, conspicuously placing her breasts in front of his face.
“Sometimes I do, yes,” he said. “I think about you.”
“Stroke your cock for me now like you do when you think about me.”
He complied, stroking it loosely, feeling it get hard again.
She got down in his face, her lips only an inch from his, and she said, “Do you want me right now, Mr. Peterson?”
“Oh, I want you,” he said, thinking only with his desires, not with his logical head. He knew he’d be in for a world of trouble if someone were to walk in, but based on the silence, no one was around anyway.
“I want you too,” she said, and she kissed him gently, sucking on his lips. He continued to stroke his penis with one hand and his other finally indulged in her body, touching one of her breasts, feeling the smooth, soft skin, touching the hard nipple. He groaned.
She straddled him, loosening his tie, throwing it on the ground. He went to work sucking on her nipples while she unbuttoned his shirt, and her fingers slipped underneath, feeling his toned chest and arms. She slid the shirt off and the tee-shirt underneath, too, and she touched his bare chest, amazed by its tautness.
He kissed her hungrily then, biting her lip. She sighed, then broke the kiss, sat up and called out. She felt his now hard cock pushing against her panties. She rode it briefly, letting it get harder, letting the tip poke at her vagina. She felt she couldn’t wait much longer.
She stood and backed up. She slid her panties down her legs, stepped out of them. He stood, too, and let his unbuttoned pants fall to the ground. She made the brave move of pulling his boxers down, too, and making his feet move so that he stepped out of his pants and was naked before her, cock bouncing high. He grabbed her waist, kissed her, rubbed his penis against her smooth body. She gasped.
He pushed her body down so that her chest was laying parallel with the top of his desk. He parted her legs from behind, stuck in an exploratory finger. She was wet and waiting.
“Oh, God, take me already,” she said.
And he did, thrusting his cock into her with one strong motion. He stayed there for a moment, indulging in the sensation, the warm softness within. It felt amazing.
“Please,” she begged.
He began thrusting in and out, picking up speed as he went, encouraged by her yelps and groans to keep going. Having already come, he knew he could make this last a while. He pounded her as she begged for more, going in and out rapidly, getting lost in the sensations of her young pussy against his hard cock. He wanted to see more of her, though. He wanted to feel those breasts again.
He pulled out, and she stood up, turning her head to look at him questioningly.
“Oh, don’t stop,” she said.
“I’ve only just begun.”
He motioned for her to lay on the desk, so she did, sitting up partially, separating her legs as wide as they’d go. He entered her again, and she looked down and watched as his cock slid in and out of her. He put his hands out and felt those perfect breasts.
“Oh!” she cried. Then she began to sigh and moan until finally she came spectacularly. He felt the walls of her vagina contract, squeezing his cock. He was inspired to push harder, and continued to pound her. She was whimpering for him to keep going, and almost immediately, she came again, her whole body convulsing. He slowed a little to let her catch her breath, but didn’t disengage.
“Oh, Mr. Peterson,” she said, putting her arms around him. He was still inside her, and his cock was eager for more, so he moved in and out of her slowly while holding her in his arms. She kissed his neck, moved her hips in rhythm with him. She pushed him gently, and he pulled out, fell back into his chair. Panting, she got on top of him, and started riding him in the chair, pumping up and down quickly. “I’m gonna come again,” she said, and then did so.
She stood up, not knowing what to do next. He was still hard, his penis pointing to the sky. His hand traveled there, and he stroked it. He wanted more.
She got down on the floor, laying there, her knees pointed towards the sky. He joined her there, lowered himself over her, and slipped inside her again, kissing her passionately. He began to pump inside her again, then he felt the build up in his balls. He cried out.
“Come inside me,” she said, grabbing his ass to keep him in place.
And he came strongly. The pulsing of his penis made her come again, too, and they cried out together on the floor of his office and collapsed in a sweaty heap.
“That definitely deserves an A?” she asked.
“Come back tomorrow and I’ll let you know,” he said.
The End
Loss of Inhibition
I have always been comfortable naked; indoors, outdoors it doesn’t make a difference. Michelle on the other hand is not comfortable unless in bed under the covers. This started to change after hanging with me.
I live in the country and Michelle in the city. We will at times meet at a popular hiking trail when we choose to be outdoors. There are plenty of places to go to be alone.
I introduced Michelle to this wonderful place and it was here that she made love in the great outdoors for the first time. She did enjoy the feel of the sun on her body but was self conscious of being naked in public. We have never been seen but that does not help her feelings.
Our naked days in public (sort of anyway) were both exciting for the wonderful lovemaking and nerve racking for the possibility of getting caught. We would park at the far end of the cul-de-sac that comprises the parking lot for the trail. We would sometimes sit and talk in the vehicles or neck like a couple of teenagers, careful to listen for approaching vehicles and careful to keep enough clothes on to look respectable if some one were to drive to our end of the world. The thrill of getting away with something is fun in my eyes. (I’m not sure Michelle would feel the same way!) Other times we would disappear into the brush with a blanket and finish off our teenage petting with some good ol fashion love making that would be the envy any teenager.
One day when we went to “Our Place” it was cold, overcast and windy. This precluded a trip to the underbrush. I expected to spend the time talking to her and touching her. The chance to be naked and making love was slim to none. Boy was I wrong!
Michelle arrived after I did that day. I walked over to her vehicle and she got out. We embraced and went through the normal; How are you? Boy has it been a long time since we have been together. Etc….
We were leaning against her car and embracing. I ran my hands over her back and bottom and listened to the loving moaning sounds that Michelle makes when she is excited. I unhooked her bra and pulled her top and her bra over her breasts while she pulled my shirt out of my jeans and pulled it up also. We leaned into one and other and felt the glorious feeling of naked skin against naked skin. The warmth of our skin against each other has always been a major turn on for us. It was heightened this time by the cold wind blowing around us. The cold on our backs and sides only enhanced the warmth of her breasts against my chest.
We were kissing and grinding fully clothed genitals against each other. This is a guaranteed way for Michelle to cum and today was no different. Michelle is highly capable of multiple orgasms and she will almost always have her first this way. We separated and still felt the cold wind but now cooling hot chests. The cold wind soon was taking its toll and we decided to sit in the car.
My car is a lot bigger then Michelle’s and we usually sit in mine but today we used hers. We climbed into the back seat and continued our conversations and touching session. I expected to bring her to climax manually as were in the parking area and at any time someone could drive up on us.
We kissed and touched each other. We undid each others pants and began to touch over expectant genitals. The feeling was wonderful and I thought that this was to be it for the day. I would bring her to multiple orgasms manually and she would manually stimulate me then finish me off with her incredibly talented mouth. But alas it was not to be!
Our mutual masturbation session had over stimulated Michelle and caused her to go absolutely crazy. My shy little lover began to actually rip her clothing off!
The usual way of removing clothing is orderly and right side out and neatly piled. But not today! Top and bra were pulled off inside out and just thrown down. At the same time each of her feet were pulling her shoes off. She yanked her pants and panties off in a wad and proceeded to pull her socks off. And there she was my shy inhibited lover naked as a jay bird in a public parking area! What a turn on!
I tried to get just as naked but she would have none of that. I had managed to pull my pants down freeing my rock hard penis when Michelle grabbed me and pulled me on top of her. She was kind of squished up in the corner of the back seat with her head against the window. She grabbed my penis and expertly guided into her waiting vagina. She was so moist that if I could have seen the moisture had to be running down on the seat.
Our lovemaking takes on differing degrees of intensity but today it was “Damn the torpedoes full steam ahead!” I pumped her as hard and fast as I have ever done so and she moaned and yelled like I have never heard before. What a turn on that is!
There was no thought or care what so ever as to someone driving up on us. We made frantic love as if we were the only two people in the world. And for that time we were!
I am not so sure how many times that Michelle came during that incredible lovemaking but after I shot my load we were both spent. My cum had dripped out and baptized her nice leather seats for the first time.
We lay in each others arms and tried to regain our composure. It was one incredible lovemaking session. The intensity of our lovemaking and the incredible instant loss of inhibition made this a very memorable day.
We found it is easier to get naked in a small car that to dress in one so Michelle had to step into the cold to regain her proper public attire.
Since our lovemaking was quite unplanned Michelle was force to use her panties to clean up her ‘baptized’ car seat.
I do believe that not only was this Michelle’s first time making love in car in a public place but also her first time out in public without any panties under her clothes.
If I can manage it will not be her last!
The End
The Runner
He had the tall slim look of a runner. He was in the middle of a five mile run. As he rounded the street corner he saw her running about a half block in front of him. He kept his pace which was slightly faster than hers. Her pony tail swung from side to side and her nice ass made wonderful movement as she ran. She was wearing a sport top that left her midsection bare and a pair of spandex shorts.
He kept watching her as he slowly caught up and passed her. He looked at her and smiled when they were side by side. She was very pretty and she smiled back. He slowly pulled in front of her but noticed her foot beat didn’t seem to fall behind.
As he passed she gave him a good once over and liked what she saw. He was handsome and wearing a tank top with a pair of slightly loose fitting shorts. She picked up her pace to keep up with him in hopes to find an excuse to talk to him. His stride was just to long for her to keep up.
After about a block she said “slow down, I can’t keep pace with you.” Being as she ask, he slacked his pace a bit and she caught up. Without talking, they kept glancing at each other. He was taking in her nice tits and runners legs as she was checking out his arms and muscled chest.
A few blocks down the street they came to a large wooded park that was popular with runners because of the multitude of trails. She veered onto a trail and told him to follow her. He was enjoying the site of her to much to argue. She picked a path as though she knew where she was going. They ran along the path for a hundred yards or so.
She knew this place well. She ran and went for walks here all the time. She also knew of a place she had found that was private where she would go to read.
As she came to the top of a small rise she stopped, and pulled some tree limbs aside and moved off the trail into the brush. He followed her as she came to a rock wall where the ground rose strait up about fifteen feet. She turned and walked along a narrow path at the base of the wall moving deeper into the brush. After a couple minutes walking they broke into a small clearing where the ground was covered in cedar tree bows. He noticed the rock jutted out creating a nice seat to relax on.
All the way to the clearing she was thinking about what to do when they got there. Watching him run had made her so horny she could hardly bear it. She walked to the center of the clearing and turned around. He had stopped at the edge and was looking it over.
He looked at her and walked to her. It was like it was a mutual understanding as he slipped his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck and they had a long, leisurely kiss. They could feel their sweaty bodies pressing into each other. His hands moved over her back as they kissed. He let one hand drop down and cupped her ass. He pulled her tight grinding his swelling dick into her. She pulled him tight smashing her breasts into his chest. She dragged them from side to side making her nipples swell.
He grabbed her sports top and pulled it over her head releasing those beautiful tits with their swollen nipples. She felt the cool air hit her nipples causing a zing of electricity to drive between her tits. She grabbed his tank top and pulled it over his head. They stepped back and each took their own shorts and under ware off. When he looked up and saw her naked except for her running shoes his breath caught in his throat. Her pussy was shaved except for a small line running up towards her stomach. He could feel his dick getting even harder. Her eyes locked on his hard on. It was long, thick, pointing straight up and she wanted to feel it driving into her throbbing pussy.
He grabbed her and kissed her. Both of his hands went to her ass where he picked her up. She felt herself being lifted so she wrapped her legs around his waist to help support her weight. He slowly lowered her down. She could feel his prick slowly entering her juicy box. He never stopped lowering her until he was buried in her. He turned around and backed up and leaned against the ledge for support. She had her arms around his neck and pulled herself up as he pulled on her ass. He started pounding his dick into her dripping pussy hard and fast. She could feel his rod pressing on the sides of her pussy and slapping into the bottom. As she pulled her self up and down he felt her pussy muscles squeezing his dick as he jammed his prick into her.
Just as his balls began pumping his jiz into that wet pussy, her orgasm exploded making her jerk against his body causing him to dump even more of his load into her.
He turned around and set her on the ledge and kissed her deeply. He let his lips trail down and takes each nipple into his mouth in turn.
They got dressed and made their way out of their hiding place. They ran together until they cleared the park. After exchanging names and phone numbers, they went their separate ways, both of them wondering how that happened, how wonderful it was and anticipating their next run.
The End
A Slow Seduction
It’s a horrible feeling to be betrayed by someone you thought you could completely trust. When I caught my husband…but I’m running ahead of myself.
I’m Tina Birch, formerly Mrs Tina Donnelly. Tim and I met when we were both 23, and on the rebound from other relationships. We married at 25, and spent 13 years together, as far as I knew happy and in love. Of course we irritated each other at times, what couple doesn’t, and we had rows, but I assumed we were, well, at least comfortable with our marriage. His teaching career prospered, my Civil Service career rather stalled; shortly after I met Tim I had an opportunity to join a fast-track scheme that night have seen me shoot up the ladder, but I turned it down because I thought it was more important to be supportive to my then fiancé. We never had children – we were both a bit diffident about the idea, and although we made a few token efforts it never really took. Perhaps if we had, things would have turned out differently. Probably not. Well, anyway.
I started to suspect something at a party we went to, thrown by friends. One of the women at the party was a decorator who’d done some work at our house a few months earlier. I’d got on well with her at the time. Naturally we chatted with her, and she and Tim seemed to have a sort of sparky humour between them. There were also tiny glances between them that I picked up, the sort of momentary look you give someone when you want to share a secret with them, but you can’t because someone else is there. Later, I went to look for Tim because I was ready to leave, and I saw them standing in a little summerhouse, holding each other’s hands, their heads very close as they talked quietly. They didn’t see me. Tim broke away – reluctantly it seemed to me – and I scuttled away to let him find me.
When we got home, he could tell there was something wrong, and asked me what it was. I shrugged, and asked, “How long has it been going on?” You and Gillian?" He dredged up a bewildered look, and pretended he had no idea what I meant. That angered me. “Oh come on Tim, I’m not a complete fool. I saw the looks between you. And I saw you in the summerhouse. Please at least show me enough respect to be honest with me.”
The look on his face at that comment made me wonder what I might have seen if I’d got to that summerhouse a few minutes earlier. But he sank into a chair, gave me an earnest look, and said, “Tina, I’m sorry. I’ll end it, I promise. I know it’s a terrible cliché, but it doesn’t mean anything to me, I don’t know why I let her start it. I love you sweetheart, you know that.” I spent a couple of nights in the spare room, thinking about the position. Then he told me he’d finished it with Gillian, and, well, we ended up making love that night, for the first time in weeks. I lay awake for hours afterwards though, wondering if I could ever really trust him again.
A few nights later I found out. On Mondays Tim went to a regular pub quiz with a number of work colleagues. He’d originally asked me to be a member of the team but I’m not into quizzes – as far as I’m concerned I get asked quite enough stupid questions at work. Normally he took a taxi home, so he could drink, but that night I decided to go and pick him up. God knows why I chose that night, maybe I felt guilty about not having faith in him, or perhaps it was my subconscious talking to me. Whatever; anyway, I turned up at the pub, and there were the team, sitting laughing and boozing, except that one chair was empty. When they saw me they immediately went quiet and a bit shifty, and I knew something was up. I asked where Tim was, and one of the guys, probably a bit too pissed to be sensible, said, “He’s just gone out the back for a moment.” Then he winced as another one kicked him under the table. He called to my retreating back, “Tina, hang on, I meant he’s out the back at the loo”
I stalked down the small corridor to the rear entrance of the pub – past the gents’ toilet – with my heart racing. That door was hardly ever used, and led into a grubby little alley strewn with empty bottles, newspapers and used condoms. As I opened the door, in the half-light from the toilet window I saw about five yards away a figure leaning back against the wall. He was groaning, and there was another figure crouched in front of him, her head pressed to his groin. As I watched in open-mouthed horror, I heard my husband’s voice mutter, “Oh fuck Gill, that’s sweet.” Tim didn’t see me standing there, but I’m pretty sure the fucking bitch-slut did.
I had trouble driving home. At one point I shot a red light and had to pull over to calm down, swiping angry tears from my face, before I finished the journey slowly and carefully. Tim arrived home about 20 minutes later, and his friends had clearly told him I’d rushed back through the pub and screamed that they were bastards. He stood across the room to me, shrugged, and said simply, “Tina, I’m sorry.”
I clenched my hands, determined not to cry. I replied, “For what? For lying to me and not really breaking it off? Or about me finding out?”
He stepped closer to me and reached a hand out to me. Then he spoke to me as if I was a petulant child – I always used to hate it when he patronised me like that. “Look, we’re both a bit overwrought tonight. Let’s just go to bed, and we can talk about this tomorrow, when we’re less tired.”
I stared at him in total disbelief. Then I hurled myself at him, fists flailing, and screaming, “You fucking, fucking bastard, how dare you!” I think the suddenness of my attack caught him off-guard, and he staggered back. I saw a trickle of blood from his lower lip, and realised I’d really connected. He looked furious for a moment, then turned on his heel and strode out of the room.
The next morning he tried to speak to me, but I’d locked the door to the spare room. I waited until he’d left for school, then threw as many clothes as I could into our biggest suitcase, phoned in sick to work and wheeled the case down to the nearest tube station. The house belonged to Tim, inherited from his grandparents, so there was no question of him moving out. It was as I was standing on the crowded train, wondering which stop I was getting off at, that I realised I didn’t have the slightest idea where I was going to sleep that night. I went to an internet café and found a cheap hotel in Kings Cross. I thought it would do for a night or two until I sorted myself out. After I’d checked in I stood and stared at myself in the full length mirror on the wall in my room. So this was me – 38, pale, shoulder-length blonde hair a bit bedraggled from the drizzle which had been falling outside, at least half a stone overweight, separated – permanently – from my cheating shit of a husband – and homeless. I’m five-feet-four, with boobs that strain a B-cup and wide hips, and any amount of extra weight looks terrible on me. I hadn’t been to a gym for about three years, but I decided that was one of the first things that was going to change.
The next few days were some of the worst of my life. With no cooking facilities I was eating at Burger King for my supper, and the hotel room was tiny and a bit smelly, with nothing to sit on but the bed. The other girls in my office - there are five of us - could tell something was up with me, but I wasn’t ready to tell them my marriage had collapsed. I had to set up my own bank account, transfer a fair share of our joint account into it, let all sorts of other people know not to contact me at home…it was all too much for me. On the Thursday, after two nights in my dingy hotel room, I snapped at one of the other girls over something really trivial, she snapped back, and next thing I knew I was in floods of tears, with the poor kid standing there bewildered, wondering what the hell she’d done. Of course, it all came out then. The girls were great about it, cuddling me until I calmed down, making me cups of coffee, cracking jokes to try to cheer me up…that evening all four of them took me to a pasta place for dinner, then to our local pub.
I drank rather too much, and my best mate in the office, Carmen, helped me home on the tube. She was shocked when she saw where I was staying. “No way! Look, I live on my own - the place is tiny, but tomorrow you’re going to pack up all your belongings, check out of here and come and crash on my bed-settee till we find you something better. Tine, are you listening?” I nodded drunkenly. The next morning she phoned me to make sure I really had heard her, which was just as well otherwise I’d probably have slept all day. By the time I’d dragged my huge suitcase onto the tube, getting dagger stares from hundreds of commuters, then up to my office on the fifth floor of our building, I was knackered. As I flopped into my chair Carmen brought me a lovely cup of tea and grinned triumphantly. “I’ve got a better solution for you. You know Alice, downstairs in Contracts? Well, she’s looking for a new housemate at the moment, and she said she’d be happy to let you share with her.”
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