In time, however, the presence of these two naked friends had me quite aroused. My lifted my head from Cherry’s chest and whispered into Helen’s ear, “Take over for me for a moment.”
As I undressed, my eyes were riveted upon the Sapphic display before me. No longer was Helen biting her roommate, however – it was entirely pleasure the duo shared. They kissed and fingered each other, their passion filling the small dorm room and filling my nostrils. My two closest friends were so engrossed with each other that they did not even seem to notice as I approached them, naked, until I settled on my side behind Helen and gently stroked her arm.
“Finger her while I spoon with you,” I whispered into Helen’s ear, then gently rubbed myself along her wet opening. Helen’s heavier exhalation combined with her wetness was proof that she was ready, and I was definitely ready to slide into her one final time before our multi-month hiatus. As her fingers worked her roommate’s body, Cherry’s soft moan actually inspired me – I want to watch you fuck Helen, Cherry had declared – and I eased my tip inside my more recent friend.
I waited, enjoying how Helen’s body tried to suck me further, deeper inside her. I moved shallowly, just enough to make her whimper softly, a whimper echoed by Cherry as Helen fingered her. “I wanna lick you clean when he’s done with you,” my longtime friend announced quietly, and looking over Helen’s shoulder, I could see Cherry’s face beginning to contort from the pleasure our mutual friend was granting to her.
“Make Cherry cum,” I half-growled into Helen’s ear. “Make her gush all over your hand. Only then will I actually fuck you.”
I did at least slowly squirm my way inside Helen until I was fully sheathed within her wet passage, and then reached over her side to fondle a breast. I closed my eyes, simply listening – listening to Helen’s fingers forcing the wetness from Cherry’s body, listening to Cherry’s whimpers and moans and pleas not to stop, listening to Helen taunting by describing how it felt to have me embedded within her. Just simply listening to these two wonderful friends was a thrill in itself, especially as Cherry’s moans became more and more desperate, as her hands brushed mine as together we touched Helen.
In time, however, between the feel of Helen’s sex tantalizing me and my friends’ voices seducing me, I could no longer hold back. I began to move – slowly – inside Helen, and after the initial loud gasp, she began to describe to Cherry how it felt to have me fucking her.
Then, it happened: Cherry’s orgasm hit her, hard. She screamed her voice glorious in that brief moment before Helen kissed her fiercely, perhaps in part to quiet her, perhaps in part to share Cherry’s moment of ecstasy. My longtime friend did indeed gush, for part of her copious release rose up over Helen’s legs to fall upon me.
That was my cue. I truly fucked Helen, each thrust hard and possessive and accompanied by a deep powerful grunt. If my manhood had been a knife, Helen would have been quickly and easily murdered, such was the force I used in taking her. Cherry had given me the permission, and I was taking the opportunity, making Helen scream one final time for me before we parted ways for the summer, imposing my will on Helen’s eager body as she and Cherry clutched each other, each wailing for different reasons – Cherry in her post-orgasmic haze, Helen in her fuck-me-harder lust.
Helen’s climax was just as powerful as my thrusts, her body clutching me perfectly, the additional friction hastening my climb toward the sexual peak. When my time finally came, I bellowed without shame, announcing my conquest to everyone in or near the building, erupting inside her in multiple spurts which redoubled her sounds of carnal bliss.
When Helen and I disengaged at last, she slowly rose to her hands and knees, then moved into position over Cherry’s face. Squatting, she watched – as did I – as Cherry’s long pointed tongue slowly reached up to begin cleaning her, as the pink-painted lips were finally affixed in an effort to suck my seed from her body. With that act, despite having physically been inside only one woman that night, I had become part of two different women.
That night, we pushed the two beds together to create a “superbed,” just as we had done at least once per month since Halloween. It was one final night together before Cherry and I loaded my truck and headed to our hometown for the summer while Helen headed out west for her summer job.
Helen and Cherry shed a few tears in the morning when the packing was done, and we all shared a nice group hug before Helen boarded the bus to the airport. As Cherry and I returned to the truck, it was clear that, while the previous night had been fun, she and I had some “unfinished business” to take care of during the long trip home.
The End
An Hour After The Wedding
The church bells clanged their joyous sound. Hallelujah!!
Bec and Josh ran down the steps of the church, hand in hand. Josh in his black tux, Bec in her virginal white wedding gown, they dodged the hails of rice thrown by friends and family. The solemn wedding ceremony still fresh in their minds, they headed for their waiting limo, laughing and smiling, their new life of monogamous wedded bliss awaiting them.
Bec and Josh piled into the back seat of the limo, and eagerly embraced. They kissed deeply, laughing and cuddling. Josh looked into Bec’s eyes, and smiled. He was thinking about their wedding night.
“I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel,” he said. “I wish we didn’t have this stuffy reception to suffer through. I just want to rip your clothes off and make love to you all night long.”
“Oh, Darling, me too!” Bec told him. She loved Josh, and was eager to start their new life together, forsaking all others. But still…. she had been quite the slut in her single days. She knew that it would be quite a transition becoming a one-man woman. But Josh was worth it, she knew. He was all that she wanted. But still….
“Yes, baby,” Josh told her, “once we consummate this marriage on that great big hotel bed, we will be each other’s forever. I can’t wait!”
Consummate? The thought struck Bec like a thunderbolt. Of course! she thought. Until we consummate, we aren’t really married, not completely. That meant that in the mean time, technically, she was still free to fuck around! The possibilities were endless. Her mind raced. Of course she loved Josh, and wanted to spend a monogamous, faithful lifetime with him. But there was no sense rushing into it. She had the afternoon and evening to sow her last few wild oats. Hmmmm….
Soon, they were at the reception hall. Daniel, Josh’s brother and best man, was announcing the wedding party as they filed in and took their places at the head table. Bec watched all of the men in their nice fancy suits. She especially noticed if they had a bulge in their crotch. Yes, she thought, there were plenty of nice bulges. She figured she could drain many of those bulges before going back to the hotel room and consummating her new marriage, before entering her wonderful and loving lifetime of monogamous married bliss with her beloved Josh.
Eventually, they were all seated, including Josh and Bec in the middle of the head table. Josh sat to Bec’s right, and Daniel sat to her left. Bec decided that she wanted Daniel’s cock first of all. She had always wanted to suck his cock, and now was her chance. She slid her left hand onto his thigh beneath the table. Daniel jumped slightly, and looked at her. She winked. Daniel stared at her, dumbfounded.
“Josh, Darling,” Bec said to her new husband, as a waiter poured champagne into the glasses on the table, “I need to run to the little girl’s room. I’ll be right back.” She gave him a chaste peck on the cheek and, gathering up her rustling skirt, ran out of the room.
But as soon as she ran out of one door, she doubled around and came back in the door on the other side of the room, and crawled unseen back to the head table. She ducked under the tablecloth and crept along the length of the table. Counting the legs as she went, she came to the crotch that she knew belonged to her new brother-in-law Daniel. She reached up and grabbed his thighs with both of her hands, gently spreading them.
Up above the table, Daniel jumped with a quick start. What the fuck? he thought, lifting the edge of the white linen tablecloth in his lap. He looked down, only to see Bec holding a finger to her lips between his thighs. He quickly dropped the tablecloth, gulped, and started straight ahead.
Bec, under the table, reached up and gently pulled down his zipper. His cock immediately sprang forth, all purple veins and wrinkled skin. But not for long! Bec stroked him in the palm of her hand until he reached full length, and not a wrinkle was left. The she wrapped her lips around the swollen head, and sucked him, shaft and all, into the back of her throat. Swirling her tongue around and around the rim of his cock head, she silently hummed the wedding march, letting the vibrations reverberate all through Daniel’s turgid member.
Josh looked across Bec’s empty chair at his brother. “Are you all right, Danny?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m fine,” stammered Daniel. “I just feel a slight stiffness coming on. No problem.” He gulped again and tried not to show his discomfort. But his cock was jumping and thumping in Bec’s talented mouth, and he could feel his cum beginning to rise.
Bec continued to suck and slurp, feeling the rigid cock flesh pressing against her epiglottis. She squeezed his balls with one hand, jacked his shaft with the other, and sucked as hard as she could with her throat. She was soon rewarded with a flood of warm, sticky jism, which she quickly swallowed. Ahhh, thought Bec. Pay dirt!
Up above the table, Daniel, trying to nonchalantly sip water from his crystal goblet, spat out a mouthful and coughed spasmodically. Josh and several others stared at him. “I’m fine, I’m fine!” he protested. Under the table, Bec smiled to herself and started crawling back toward the exit. She snuck out the back door, ran around the hall, and entered again the way she had left.
Trotting back to her seat, Bec kissed her new husband on the mouth. “Miss me, baby?” she asked coquettishly.
“Of course, Angel,” said Josh. “I thought I would die!” He squeezed her hand as she sat back down. The waiters were just serving the food.
After dinner, the band struck up a series of dance songs. Bec and Josh, of course, started things off with the first dance, swirling each other around the dance floor. Josh stared with a longing gaze into the face of his beloved. Bec glanced around the room, wondering who she would fuck next.
As the first song ended, and the second began, Bec’s brother Jack came up and tapped Josh on the shoulder. “Mind if I cut in, Josh? I’d love a final dance with the sister I am giving away.”
“Of course, Jack,” Josh said, and, bowing, handed her off. Bec fell into Jack’s arms and proceeded to dance up close.
“I’m going to miss you, baby sister,” Jack told Bec.
“Not just yet, you aren’t,” Bec said. She pressed herself tightly up against her brother, her flowing, rustling skirts engulfing his pelvis. As they continued to dance, she reached down to his fly and pulled his cock out. Her hand, and his cock, were well hidden in the rustling folds of the fabric of the wedding gown.
Jack’s mouth opened in surprise, but Bec gave him a look that shut him up. Still hidden in the folds of fabric, she began jacking his cock, feeling it swell and harden in her palm. Holding it from below, with her thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base, she slowly jacked it back and forth, then gradually increased the pace. Jack felt his sister’s smooth, soft fingers and moist palm sliding up and down the tender skin of his shaft. All the while, they waltzed around the dance floor, smiling and nodding at the other dancers and bouncing to the music of the band.
The music played on. Bec jacked faster and faster, and Jack felt his cum boiling in his balls. It was all he could do to keep his facial expressions under control as his baby sister brought his engorged shaft to the edge of ecstasy, and beyond. Eventually, he could take no more, and he let loose a stream of pearly white cum into her hand. Bec squeezed him tightly, and caught every drop in her palm. When Jack was finished cumming, Bec lifted her hand to her mouth. Looking him straight in the eye, she lifted her hand above her face, tilted back her head, and let the slimy scum drip slowly into her mouth, swallowing it all down. Jack looked on in awe.
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“Thanks for the dance, Big Brother,” Bec said, and kissed him on the mouth, snowballing a few drops of his own jizz into his throat. Then, laughing, she turned away, looking for her next victim.
She quickly spotted him across the room: a tall, Slavic looking bartender, standing behind the bar near the coat check. She rustled over to him and looked him in the eye.
“What can I get for you, Miss?” he asked.
“It’s been a long day,” Bec told him, “and I need something good and stiff.”
“How about a Cosmo? I make the best in town,” the bartender suggested.
“Not stiff enough,” Bec told him, and came around to the back of the bar. Crouching down, she pulled down his zipper and pulled out his cock. “I’m going to kneel here under the bar. You keep serving the customers, but I want you to fuck me at the same time.”
The bartender, whose name was Stanley, had been a bartender for a long time. He knew better than to argue with a client, especially one who wanted to be fucked. He reached down quickly and flipped Bec’s wedding gown up over her ass, exposing her shapely buttocks. With his strong hands, he ripped her panties to shreds. She kneeled on the lower shelf of the bar, invisible to the bar patrons. Stanley pressed his cock against her pussy lips, dangling down below her butt cheeks, and slowly but inexorably entered her moist cavern of love. The huge head of his cock parted her engorged lips, and slowly disappeared inside her pussy. Soon he was swinging back and forth on the balls of his feet, pumping her with all his might, enjoying the slick, sticky suction of her snatch. Customer after customer came for drinks, but he managed to serve them, all the while servicing Bec’s needful pussy with his thick hard cock.
Bec was moaning silently to herself underneath the bar as Stanley’s cock thrust in and out of her, biting her lower lip to keep from making audible noises. She could feel Stanley’s cock stabbing and jabbing into her love tunnel. She pinched her own nipples to enhance the sensations, and gripped tightly onto the shelves under the bar. Stanley swung and penetrated faster and faster, and finally reached his orgasm, launching a stream of cum deep into her pussy. Bec, furiously frigging her clit with a swizzle stick, managed to cum at the same time, leaking a copious squirt of pussy juice down the drain beneath the bar. She looked up, waiting for Stanley to give her the all clear signal.
When Stanley indicated that there were no customers around, she straightened and turned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thanks, love,” she cooed. “You’ve got a great cock. Where do you work when you’re not doing weddings?”
Stanley tucked a business card into her cleavage. Bec kissed him on the cheek and pranced away, searching out her next conquest.
“Bec!” She whirled around, to see her new husband Josh hailing her. Dammit, thought Bec, he has his whole life to be with me; why must he bother me now? But, she figured, it’s his wedding day, too. So she ran to his side.
“Yes, Darling!” Bec cried, throwing her arms around him, and smothering his cheeks with smooches.
“Darling, Reverend Brown wants to bless our marriage,” Josh told her. Indeed, the elderly gentleman was standing nearby, hands folded before his chest, looking at them beatifically.
“Friends! Neighbors!” the good Reverend cried to one and all. “I give you Josh and Bec, two loving children of our community, newly minted in love and unity, forever and always bonded to each other, forsaking all others, in holy and sacred matrimony. Their love shall be a beacon and guide for us all. Amen!” The entire room echoed, “Amen!!”
Bec took the good Reverend Brown by the elbow and propelled him toward the exit. “That was beautiful, Reverend Brown, just beautiful!” she told him. “I’m so glad that you could perform our ceremony, and this final blessing here at our reception. I am so blessed!” The good Reverend smiled and nodded. “But I do have some troubles. Perhaps you could come out to the lobby and listen to them in private?”
“Of course, my child,” said the good Reverend. And he followed her out toward the lobby. But Bec did not stop in the lobby. She guided the elderly cleric through the lobby, out the door, and into the parking lot. Eventually, she had him behind a stand of trees around the side of the hall, well out of view, near a planter full of shrubs.
“Reverend Brown,” she said. “I want to be a good wife to Josh. The best wife that any man ever had.”
“That is wonderful, my child,” the old man said. “But what is the …”
“But until then, I want to be fucked like the fucking slut that I am,” Bec told him, raising her skirts up over her waist and bending forward over the planter. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks. “See this asshole, Reverend? I want you to fuck it. I want you to go through it like Moses going through the Red Sea. Do you understand me?”
The good Reverend was taken aback, and started gasping like a trout on the deck of a fishing boat.
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“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” said Bec, turning back to face him. “I just want you to fuck my ass, is that so hard to understand?” She grabbed his trousers by the waistband and yanked, ripping them asunder. Then she pulled out his elderly cock, and stroked it to life. Spitting in her palm, she stroked it until it throbbed and the head began to turn purple. “Now, shove that cock up my poop chute, okay, Padre?” She turned back around and resumed her position on the planter.
The good Reverend, overwhelmed, was overtaken by his baser instincts. He took his spit-moistened cock in hand, and pressed it up against Bec’s winking brown bung-hole. Bec squirmed in delight, encouraging him further. He pressed forward from his hips, and soon felt his cockhead invading her chocolate chakra, pressing deeper and deeper into her colon, feeling her innards sucking him in. Bec wiggled and giggled, and pressed back on his long, hard dick, squeezing him tighter than a silk sock. Soon they built up to an unholy rhythm, with the Reverend’s bony hips slamming up against Bec’s fleshy buns, and Bec’s churning anus sucking and slurping on the padre’s twitching tool. Back and forth they rocked, building up to an inevitable orgasm for each of them. Before long, release was imminent.
“I’m coming!” cried the Reverend, feeling a delightful combo platter of ecstasy and guilt.
“Me too; let me have it!” screamed Bec, her insides afire.
“Arghgghgh!!” they shouted together, as wave upon wave of dusty spooge shot out of the end of the Reverend’s ancient cock, coating the insides of Bec’s rectum.
Bec twirled, releasing the old cleric’s tool from her Hershey highway and coming into his arms. She kissed him hard on the mouth, nearly loosening the Polygrip on his dentures. “Thanks, Padre,” she said. “You’re the best ordained fuck I’ve ever had.” As his jaw dropped, to match his trousers, Bec left him standing in the parking lot, cum dripping off his cock, and went back into the hall.
By now, the wedding reception was coming to its end, and people were saying their goodbyes. Josh and Bec were hugging and hand-shaking with friends and relations, and reaping well-wishes from one and all. Eventually, they were alone, and headed for their limo.
“Driver, take us to the Four Seasons,” Josh said, as he and Bec settled into the back seat. As the limo eased into traffic, Josh put his arms around his loving bride.
“It won’t be long now, darling,” he said. “Once we get back to that luxurious hotel room, kick off these duds, and pop open that bottle of Dom, we’ll be ready to consummate.” He favored her with a lascivious look.
“Oh, I can’t wait, darling,” Bec told him. Her eyes glazed over, thinking about all the cocks she had enjoyed already today. Yes, and about all the ones that she had missed.
The limo dropped them off at the lobby, along with their luggage. A handsome young bellhop piled the luggage onto a cart as they checked in at the desk. Bec couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the striped black trousers of the bellhop’s uniform.
“Yes, the Bridal Suite,” Josh was telling the night clerk at the desk. He took possession of two keys. “This way, darling,” he said to Bec.
Josh and Bec rode the elevator to the top floor, along with the handsome young bellhop with the bulge in his pants. The bellhop opened the door, ushered them in, and unloaded the luggage. Then he disappeared.
“Darling! What a beautiful room for consummating our marriage!” Josh declared, looking out the large picture window at the gleaming cityscape far below.
“Definitely, darling, beautiful!” Bec agreed. “But you know what, I think I’ll just run down for a quick cigarette before we turn in, okay? But you get ready for me!” Josh gave her a wink, and was already shedding his clothes on his way to the bedroom of the suite.
Bec took the elevator back down to the lobby. The handsome young bellhop was there, bulge in his pants and all. Bec looked at him, sideways, and winked.
Half an hour later, Bec was back in the suite. Josh was waiting in the bed, naked. “I missed you, darling. Is everything okay?”
“Of course, darling,” she said. “I missed you too.” She shed her clothes and climbed into the bed.
“Well? Are you ready for our consummation?” Josh asked her, all smiles and puppy-dog eyes.
“Oh, darling, you know I love you. But I’m really, really tired. Why don’t we just sleep for now. We’ll have all day tomorrow, you know.”
“Well, okay, my love,” Josh said, disappointed. He turned out the light.
Several moments passed in silence. Then, “Whoa!”
““What is it?” asked Bec.
“The bellhop,” said Josh. “I forgot to tip him.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, darling,” said Bec. “I took care of him.”
And they fell asleep in each others’ arms, each dreaming of their long and blissful monogamous future together.
Maybe.
The End
A Good Man is Hard to Find
Matthew had nothing but a close-up view of the shining steel heel of my stiletto. He was on the ground, chin to the floor, hoping for a token lick or maybe even the chance to start worshipping up my taut legs, now in fishnets. He was yearning, I know, to lick slowly up the back of my calves, following the seam, inching closer and closer up toward my thigh and eventually finding his head under my rubber skirt.
Nope, it wasn’t going to happen. I left him there, not releasing him from that position, as I finished my hair and makeup. My favorite music was playing in the background, my girlfriends were soon to arrive, and Matthew had no idea what kind of a night I had planned for him.
All he knew was that I had spent 2 hours getting ready, was dressed in my tightest, sexiest fetish outfit and he was wearing nothing but a skin tight black latex pair of briefs. He probably knew that meant I was taking him to some sort of a fetish event, because he knew I liked to show off his body.
I was quite proud of Matthew, and all the other femdoms would stare at him. The male subs, often not nearly in the shape he was, would acknowledge him with a sense of envy and jealousy - not only for his own charisma, but for being on the end of my leash.
Matthew knew that if I had him dressed like a piece of slut property that meant I was going to take him somewhere on the edge, and the fact that I had a select group of friends meant he might be “shared” as the evening went on.
In addition, I had shaved his cock and balls freshly and had him in chastity for two weeks leading up to the evening of note. He was desperately hard in his CB-3000, especially after having to service me orally twice a day at the snap of my fingers. Matthew was suffering, indeed, and the mere sight of his pleading blue eyes served to make me even more wet.
When I heard the car in the driveway I leaned down with a gloved hand and fastened the leash onto Matthew’s collar, prompting him to stand up. He towered over me, easily, most of the time, but this time I was in 6 inch heels and we were closer in height. I loved to see him this way; all the masculinity, all the machoness, all the cockiness, all the self-assured easy-goingness was gone from him.
He was like a nervous teenager all over again.
I tugged on his leash, smiled, and said, “The ladies are waiting. I must tell you, a good man is hard to find.”
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I let those words resonate with him for the entire drive to the secret party. I knew he would analyze them, wondering if there was some hidden meaning. Or, maybe, it was just a simple compliment.
Matthew was in his assigned position in the backseat - sprawled across the floor over our feet to keep our legs warm. It was uncomfortable for him because of his size, and we’d take turns slipping off our shoes and tickling him with our toes. I was positioned so that my feet were under his crotch, and I had long before mastered the ability to get him rock hard by masturbating him with my toes and feet. I could curl my soft, dainty soles around his cock and stroke up and down better than most women could give a hand job. It drove him crazy.
Carrie was sitting next to me, giggling, amused at him. She idly at times put her toes in his mouth and made him suck. Often she did this while we were in deep conversation. The two friends of mine in the front seat were chatting away with us also, and it was like four close girlfriends doing what they do best while Matthew was a side note, an object, just like a pet sprawled at the bottom of the car.
Except, he was being forced to suck toes and being masturbated by my feet. He knew his role, though, and that was to keep quiet.
The ladies and I talked as if he wasn’t there. We talked about shopping, about shoes, about our latest office gossip, about our latest orgasms, about various sexual events. We didn’t mind talking about our pussies in front of Matthew, our fantasies in front of Matthew, or even Matthew in front of Matthew. Quite often we talked all about Matthew.
Carrie would just shove her toes deeper into his mouth and say, “Don’t you love it when we talk about it? It’s almost as if you’re relevant!”
Matthew could only moan a little, and keep on sucking.
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Unlike most fetish parties, the private party we went to was full of more women than men, and the participants were of the most upscale, fashionable and gorgeous in-crowd. It was a very exclusive event, and I knew the hostess very well as she was a fan of my site and put some of my stories into a sort of “menu” for clients to choose from, so she could more accurately roleplay their deepest fantasies.
Her name was Alexia, and she was also very smitten with my Matthew. She didn’t hide it either. As soon as she saw him trailing behind us, his hands politely behind his back, she leaned in to greet me with a kiss on the cheek and said, “Akasha, WHEN are you going to bring this piece of meat to my dungeon so I can have some play time with him.” I should say, she purred it.
Matthew blushed. Even though he seemed the type to never blush, he always did when complimented that way; it was another one of his endearing quality. As was his clearly visible large bulge in the front of his tight, tight black latex briefs.
We exchanged various greetings, and I was eager to get to the main event. We watched various fetish acts going on, mingled with some of the regulars. I had Matthew fetching drinks and at one point kneeling at my feet so I could tease him with finger food, but this was all idle play, and almost boring. I wanted to get to the reason I had planned that night.
Matthew did look nervous, I’ll admit, when all eyes were on him and our hostess asked me if he was ready. “Of course,” I said. “He’s always ready. He is, after all, a good man.”
The tug on his leash this time was a little harder, and he knew I meant business. I took him to a corner of the large main room and made him lay down on what looked like a slightly modified work out bench. Considering the way he was built, it looked as if he was simply about to start lifting weights.
But if you say the look on his face, you’d realize he knew it was going to be something far different. He was right.
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Matthew had long had this fantasy, and I know he thought I would never get close to acting out on it. That’s the beauty of it all, the fact that you can surprise someone, randomly, one day, with something they thought was only going to remain a fantasy. I didn’t even tell him it was going to happen, because I didn’t want him to spend every waking moment fantasizing about it. I wanted the reality to surpass it all.
And, it turned me on like nothing else. It was going to be the ultimate objectification and fed so nicely into my nastiest cum drinking fantasies, my smothering fantasies, my cuckold fantasies, my group sex fantasies. Matthew was indeed a good man, and I wanted everyone in that room to know just how good he was.
Matthew was tied down on his back to the workout bench, his arms down and wrists in a spreader bar underneath. His feet were on the floor and ankles tied tightly to the legs of the workout bench. I am a big fan of leather straps, so I had my girlfriends add two of them across his chest, just to hold him still and make his chest feel slightly constricted. Of course, I wanted him to be nervous, vulnerable, slightly scared, and incredibly turned on.
Based on the huge erection in his briefs that revealed everything, he was indeed turned on.
After he was restrained, everyone went about their normal business; that is, making love. Or having sex. Or, simply, fucking. Everyone, of course, but Matthew. When I walked over to him and sat on his chest, crossing my legs casually, letting him peek up my skirt to reveal my wet pussy, he looked confused.
“What’s going on?” he asked me softly, shifting a little, probably more turned on by the feeling of my warm ass cheeks on his chest.
I lifted a leg over and straddled him, sliding my wet pussy down his chest and over his belly, then slowly up again, smiling down at him. He looked desperately confused, completely helpless, and painfully turned on. I could feel the bulge in his tight briefs against my ass as I backed up.
“You’re going to be of use tonight, in any way, at any time, in any manner, ANYONE sees fit. You’re just our sex toy. You’re a fuck-beast. You’re a cock to use, a mouth to use, and an ass to use. You’re in for a long night.”
Matthew was breathing hard, as much as he could under the tight leather straps. I observed his expression for a moment as I reached behind me and slid my fingers under the waist band of his briefs, peeling back the latex which was now wet, hot and sticky.
I teased his hard cock with the back of my ass crack for a moment, smiling at him, then lifted up and with ease slid down on top of him, feeling him at once fill me, tight, firm, hot. I knew he would not last long; he had not cum in weeks, and it was rare that I allowed him the pleasure of being in side me. It took a few soft moves of my hips, lifting my body off him just slightly at first, and a slow, rhythmic fucking that left him gasping, aching to move, desperate to be free to grab onto me.
He got nothing. He did, however, cum loads into me. He was cumming hard for what seemed like a very long time; I just kept pumping, shoving my fingers into his mouth with amusement to muffle his groans, licking his taste off of me, reaching down and rubbing my pussy. Matthew was completely in another place, he could not believe what was happening to him.
Without hesitation I dismounted and slid up his chest slowly, inching up as he gasped to catch his breath, and when he opened his eyes he only had a brief second to see me smile as I stood with a thigh on either side of his head, leaving him to stare up at my cum soaked pussy.
“Lick,” I ordered. He was familiar with this, although it was a treat I had denied him for some time, so he was eager. I lowered myself down onto his face with a moan of satisfaction and pleasure, allowing him to do his job. He knew what I wanted; he knew I wanted him to first suck as much of the cum out as he could, then slowly clean up the inside of my pussy first, then all around my shaved crotch until there was not a drop left. He took his time; Matthew was talented with his tongue, and knew from experience that I expected perfection.
When he was finished, I lifted off of his face and again straddled his chest. I smiled, leaning down to slide my fingers over traces of cum around his lips, under his nose. I made him lick those bits off my fingers, also.
He was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed. I could feel his cock behind me, already hard again.
One of my girlfriends approached behind me. I saw Matthew look up at her. She was a gorgeous dark haired woman, tall, exotic. She had the hand of a lover who was a man with a huge cock - probably more than 9 inches, rock hard, dripping with pre cum. My girlfriend asked politely, “I want him to suck this cock for me, to get it ready.”
I turned to Matthew and raised my eyebrows. “Already a line for your services. You have quite a reputation.”
Matthew looked behind me at the man, and saw three other couples also standing close by.
I leaned down and whispered to him, my fingers intermingling with his hair. “You’re going to drink cum out of any pussy presented to you. You are going to suck the cock of any man that a woman commands you to. You are going to be fucked in the ass, first by me, then by my three girlfriends. Including, at some point, two cocks in your ass at once. And that’s just for starters.”
Matthew swallowed. When I sat up straight again he looked at me. I think he was at a loss for words, but I knew he was incredibly turned on. His cock didn’t lie.
As I lifted a leg up and over his chest to dismount him, I smiled. “A good man is hard to find.”
The End
Kerry
Everybody remembers their first time. Losing one’s virginity is a milestone in anyone’s life. Sometimes the memory is pleasant, and sometimes not so much. Either way, it isn’t likely to be forgotten. I won’t say I remember my first time like it was yesterday, because, frankly, many of the details have faded over time, but I do, however, remember enough of it to smile warmly when it comes to mind.
I’ve been telling the story of my first time around campfires and drunken parties for years. Well, when the conversation turns to sex, that is. I don’t just jump in with, “Hey, everybody! Want to hear how I lost my virginity?” I usually wait till other people have lied or exaggerated first about their own sexual experiments and experiences.
Unlike a lot of my friends, I didn’t have sex until after I’d graduated from high school. Doesn’t mean I didn’t try. I just didn’t manage it till after graduation. I was always envious of my friends who were “getting some” in school. Had I known then what I was missing, I probably would have tried harder to get laid. My best friend, Eddie was getting it on a regular basis from his girlfriend when he was a senior. He almost always got laid on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes even through the week, after school. Just depended on what his girlfriend’s plans were.
The three of us; Eddie, Marie, and me, spent a lot of time with each other, and there were many times when Eddi and Marie would make out in front of me, making me wonder if maybe they were budding exhibitionists. I remember one time when Eddie grabbed a handful of breast when they were making out on my couch, and he asked me, “Doesn’t Marie have the best tits you’ve ever seen?” True, they were nice , probably D cups, but I never did get to see them uncovered.
Not only did Eddie have no qualms about fondling Marie in front of me, but he confessed later that he’d tried many times to talk her into having a threesome with me. It never happened, but she DID tease him sometimes about the possibility of doing me without him. Eddie didn’t like that idea. She never did try to seduce me, though. I think Eddie didn’t like her teasing him about doing me, because he knew I probably would have taken her up on her offer. She WAS cute. In fact, she and I even went out a couple of times after they’d stopped dating, but nothing ever happened between us. We were never anything more than friends.
I did have a casual girlfriend part of my senior year, and for a short while after graduation, but we really didn’t see much of each other. Kerry was the athletic type, very into her softball team, and just didn’t make much time for dating. I often wondered if maybe she was a closet lesbian, and only kept me around to throw off suspicions of her preferred sexual desires. I didn’t care that she might “play for the other team.” I often fantasized about her when I masturbated. I thought about her showering with her teammates, soaping each others breasts, stealing kisses when the coach wasn’t around, and just reveling in being naked with the other girls .
What I wouldn’t have given to have showered with her and her teammates. I’d have been more than willing to soap their backs, their fronts, wash their hair, finger their pussies, and even towel them dry when they were ready to get out of the shower. There were also many other things I thought about doing with all of them in the showers, but I don’t have that kind of time or space in this story.
My relationship with Kerry started when she invited me to the Sadie Hawkins dance our senior year. In case you’ve never heard of Sadie Hawkins, it’s a dance where the girls take the initiative, and ask the guys to be their dates. The Sadie Hawkins dance can trace its origins back to the 1930s, and the L’il Abner comic strip. The mayor of Dogpatch had a daughter he didn’t think was ever going to leave home because she was homely, wasn’t married, and wasn’t very likely to ever be so. He decreed a footrace between the unmarried guys and gals, with the end result being matrimony. The comic was so popular that it took only a few short years for a variation of the concept to be adopted by high schools and colleges across the country. It’s been more than 20 years since I was in high school, so I’m not sure if the Sadie Hawkins traditions are still practiced or not.
Kerry and I went to the dance, held hands, danced really close, kissed a few times on the gymnasium dance floor, and were told more than once what a cute couple we were. Really, I think we WERE a cute couple. We’re both short, only about 5'5", and lean of build. Of the two of us, Kerry was definitely the more attractive. The dance was a casual affair, with a hint of hillbilly, so we were both decked out in jeans and flannel shirts. Kerry was also wearing cowboy boots and straw hat. Her flannel shirt was just the right kind of tight to accentuate her firm breasts, and was unbuttoned far enough to show a very tantalizing hint of cleavage. Her jeans were form fitting, and hugged a very nice little ass. I tried fondling her ass during some of the slow dances, like I saw some other guys doing to their dates, but she wasn’t having any of that.
She reached around to grab my wrists, pulling them up a more modest height on her waist. Hindsight being what it is, I don’t really blame her. Getting all worked with up your date is one thing, but looking like you need to get a cheap hotel room is something else entirely. She made a good call, considering where we were. We had a good time at the dance, working our teenaged hormones into a frenzy, and I began to wish for the dance to end so we could go someplace private. She must have read my mind, because she asked if we could leave early. At first I was worried that she wanted me to take her home, but she held onto my hand as we went to get our coats. I took that as a good sign. We climbed into my old Mustang, and she leaned into my shoulder. I would have loved to hold her hand, but the transmission was a manual, and I had to shift gears. I held her hand as much as I was able while driving.
As we left the school parking lot, I asked if she wanted me take her home. She looked at me and smiled. She also reached over to plant a very warm and sensual kiss on my ear. I took that to mean that she didn’t want me to take her home right away. We drove outside of town to find ourselves on a country road I knew, and found a deserted area to park. We sat and talked for a little while, reminiscing about the dance, and who did or said this and that, when it began to rain. We weren’t bothered by the rain though, because we were in my warm and dry car. Unlike a lot of older cars, my Mustang had cloth instead of vinyl seats, and was quite comfortable. There are times when I really miss that car.
This was the first time I’d ever been alone with Kerry, and my cock was hard from the close dancing, holding her close, kissing, and the possibilities of what might happen while we parked. I’d never had a girl touch my cock before, and didn’t know if it was going to happen this evening or not, but I certainly hoped it might. I could wish for it, but wouldn’t be too disappointed if it didn’t.
We weren’t in the most comfortable car for necking, since there was a stick shift between the seats, but we made the most of it. We kissed, held each other close, and she let me put my hand inside her shirt. I reached around to unfasten her bra, and heard her laugh. I wasn’t sure what was so funny. She moved my hands away, and leaned in for another lingering kiss. She told me her bra fastened in the front. I’d never heard of such a thing. How convenient!! She unhooked her bra, and pulled the cups away from her firm young breasts. I’d felt girls up before, but this was the first time I’d ever actually seen real bare tits. All my previous sexual fumblings had been in situations where it was too dark to see anything.
I thought I was going to cum in my pants. I played with her tits, sucked on her nipples, and had a great time. She rubbed my cock through my pants a few times, but never made a move to undo my belt or zipper. I didn’t push the matter. I was happy enough, just to be rubbed through my jeans. I was really hard, and I knew the end of my cock was wet with precum, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I never got my hands inside her pants, but she let me rub between her legs. I could feel her heat through her denim pants. I was stunned at the heat.
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We kissed and felt each other up for what seemed like hours. I was still pretty inexperienced at the time, but I think she came when I was rubbing the warm spot in her pants. Her breathing quickened, she stopped moaning, and actually shook for a moment. I thought maybe she was cumming, but I wasn’t sure. When she finally pulled my hand away, she increased the urgency of our kissing.
She rubbed my cock harder and faster through my pants. Instinct must have kicked in, because my hips started rocking back and forth. If she’d had my bare cock in her hand, I’m sure I would have sprayed both of us with thick ropes of hot cum. As it was, I didn’t climax, but the end of my dick was leaking, causing a wet spot in my underwear. I was so close to an orgasm, but I’m glad I didn’t. It would have been an uncomfortable ride home with an underwear load full of cum.
I have to laugh, because I remember getting the Mustang stuck in the mud when we tried to leave our parking spot. Remember that it had been raining. It never occurred to me that the rain would complicate matters. I put the car in gear, pushed on the gas pedal, let out the clutch, and heard the drive tire spin in place. I pushed harder on the gas, and felt both tires spin. This wasn’t good. Cell phones weren’t part of our daily lives in the early 80s, and it was a LONG way to the nearest pay phone. Kerry jumped out of the car to push. I tried to get her to stay in the car and let me push instead, but she didn’t know how to drive a stick shift.
She told me she wasn’t a sissy, and wasn’t afraid to get out and push. I didn’t want to ruin a fun night by arguing with her, so I gave her my shoes, and let her get out to push. I was careful not to press on the gas too hard, so the second tire wouldn’t spin, covering her in flying mud. I wondered if anybody else’s date was ending like ours was that evening. She impressed me by actually helping me get the car unstuck. I’m just glad she didn’t get muddy doing it. I only just got her home early enough to keep her out of trouble with her mother.
Her macho attitude through getting my car unstuck only reinforced my beliefs that she might be a closet lesbian, but like I said, I didn’t care about that. It intrigued me to think she might be getting it on with her teammates. I thought again of her showering naked with the other girls after practice. Strange that a young man would keep fantasizing about naked girls, huh?
We never did more than heavy petting whenever we went parking after that, but at least it was sexual activity, and I DID become very familiar with her breasts. She wasn’t bashful about letting me play with them. I remember how I’d suck on one nipple, fondle the other, and hear her moan with pleasure while I had my way with her breasts. I remember the first time she unsnapped her jeans so I could get a hand down her panties. I was amazed at how HOT and wet her pussy was. I could feel the heat emanating from it before I even touched her. It seemed like she was always wet when she let me finger her.
Kerry was fond of giving me hickeys. I have to admit that they felt good while she was giving them to me, but we fought more than once because I didn’t want her to give me hickeys where they would be visible. I had a job that required me to deal with the public on a daily basis, and hickeys have always struck me as somewhat low brow, and not very conducive to a professional appearance.
It was a few weeks after graduation, and deep into the summer months when Kerry, my best friend Eddie, his girlfriend Marie, and I were partying at my house while my folks were vacationing in Las Vegas. My parents had what at the time was one of the coolest bedrooms I could imagine. Along with a big waterbed, real wood paneling, and exposed timber beams in the ceiling, there was also a refrigerated 16 gallon beer cooler. Not having yet developed a discriminating beer pallette, I was more than happy to drink whatever beer my parents had on tap. My parents went for quantity over quality, and the tap was usually filled with cheap beer. On the upside, the beer was cold and available. I had three older brothers, and a fraternal twin, but they were all long gone by this time.
We were partying in the living room, which was separated from the master bedroom by a simple hollow core door, but the bed in the next room was very much in my mind while Kerry I were sitting next to each other on the couch. We’d had only a couple of beers each before Eddie and Marie excused themselves to my bedroom. Kerry and I exchanged awkward glances, and wished them well. I was going to tell Eddie and Marie not to get my sheets dirty, but thought better of it at the last possible moment. When we were finally alone Kerry leaned into me for a serious lip lock. I really enjoyed kissing her. Kerry had such sweet breath, and she was a great kisser. She licked tentatively at my lips, and I eagerly accepted her tongue. She must have been hornier than I thought, because she began groping my growing cock. I’d been down this road with her in the past, and didn’t really expect anything more than blue balls at the end of the evening.
Being a young man, it took almost no time for my cock to reach full, straining hardness. I wasn’t as open to being an exhibitionist as Eddie and Marie, even though they had already excused themselves from our presence, so I asked Kerry if she’d like to move our play into my parents’ room. She answered by standing, pulling me up, and leading me to the next room. I was looking forward to some more kissing and less hurried groping. This was going to be our first real chance to get truly comfortable while we gave in to our teenage urges. It was nice to finally lie down with Kerry someplace other than the back seat of a car. We kissed and hugged for a few minutes, then I started to get paranoid about getting caught.
I thought it might be a good idea to lock the front door, and maybe use the bathroom while I was at it. I knocked on my bedroom door after I’d locked the front door, just to check and make sure everything was okay, and was none too politely told by Eddie to fuck off, that he and Marie were busy. I laughed and headed back to my parents’ room. I was completely unprepared for what I found when I got there. I walked in to find that Kerry had removed all her clothes, thrown them into a pile on the floor and was waiting for me under the covers. She patted the bed and asked if I was going to join her. I didn’t need to be asked twice.
I shed my clothes, but tried to appear like I wasn’t in the biggest hurry of my life. I was finally going to be naked with a beautiful young woman. What I failed to take into account was that Kerry still lived with her folks, and they insisted she still abide by a curfew while living under their roof. She had to be home by 10:30, since she hadn’t made prior arrangements to stay out later. Crap. I saw by the bedside clock that I’d have to get her home in just a little over an hour. So much for some less hurried groping.
I crawled into bed with Kerry , feeling electric tingles where my flesh touched hers. I leaned in for another kiss, thinking I’d be cool and act like I wasn’t rushed for time with her. She was having none of that! She again probed her tongue into my mouth, much more urgently than she had on the couch, then reached down to pull my hips toward hers. I felt my cock brush against her pubic hair, and I thought I would come right then and there. If I hadn’t spent so much time jacking off, I probably would have cum as soon as my cock touched her.
She’d rubbed my hardness through my pants many times, but had never actually touched my cock in any of our previous encounters. I reached for her right nipple, and caressed it with my fingers. She loved it when I played with her nipples. Before I knew it, she’d taken command of the situation, and worked us into a perfect 69 position, with her on top and me on my back. I could have died with pleasure when I felt her tongue lick the base of my cock, and work its way to the head. Again, I almost came when she took my cock head into her mouth. I felt it only fair to return the favor, and took my first tentative lick of pussy.
I’d read lot of porn stories, and was expecting her pussy juices to be salty or bitter, reminscent of other, less sexy, bodily fluids. I was pleasantly surprised to find that her pussy, like her breath, tasted great! I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go, bringing my nose into contact with her anus. Kerry was a tiny girl, so I was able to lift her just a bit to give me better access to her clitoris. She must have been masturbating while she was waiting on me earlier, because an orgasm gripped her as soon as my tongue touched her clit. I didn’t give her time to simply cum. I put my whole mouth into it,sucked her clit for all I was worth, and used my tongue to lash it while she writhed in her climax.
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When she finally came down from her sexual frenzy, she climbed off, lay down beside me, looked me in the eye, and told me to fuck her. I answered by pulling her in close for another deep tongue kiss, then reached down with my free hand to feel how wet she was. I scooped some of her slick wetness onto my middle finger and rubbed it gently on her clit. She squealed and pulled me on top of her. Having no experience, it took me just a moment or two to get properly aligned and work my cock inside of her. In the heat of the moment, and not realizing this was going to happen, I’d made no provisions for birth control.
I had my cock about halfway in when I told her maybe we shouldn’t be doing it without a condom. She told me to relax because she was on the pill. She explained that she’d had some medical problems, and being on the the pill helped regulate her hormones. That was all I needed to hear. I sank my cock in to the base, and just stayed there, enjoying this new sensation. Her pussy was warm, wet, and comfortably tight. I was in as deep as I could go, and just lay there for a moment, amazed at how good it felt to finally have my cock buried in a hot, wet pussy.
I’m not hung like a porn star, but it didn’t seem to matter to Kerry. Her face flushed, and the rosy glow spread down her torso, making it appear like she was standing too close to a campfire or woodstove. I must have stayed buried to the hilt for too long, because she reached up with both hands, pulled me tighter, and began rocking her hips back and forth. This was incredible. Now I knew why Eddie and Marie fucked every chance they got. I could get used to this! We fucked, kissed, fondled, and enjoyed each other’s company for the longest time.
I glanced at the bedside clock again to find that she was going to be late getting home if we didn’t stop what we were doing. I tried pumping faster, hoping I could cum before we had to stop, but it just wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t believe it. The first time I get a girl naked and willing to fuck, and I can’t even cum. I was bummed, but didn’t have time to dwell on it.
Kerry saw the clock, and immediately started reaching for her clothes. She apologized for not being able to finish, but really had to be home on time. Her mother was a tyrant when she was late. Apparently her mother didn’t relish the fact that her daughter was on the pill, and only agreed becuase it was a medical necessity. Her mother would kill her if she knew Kerry was taking advantage of the pill’s contracetive benefits. Now she tells me… In Kerry’s haste to get naked earlier, she’d misplaced her underwear.
Of all the places to lose undergarments, it would have to be in my parents’ waterbed. We looked, but didn’t find them. She finished getting dressed, and went to wait for me by the front door. I knocked again on my own bedroom door, and told Eddie I was taking Kerry home. He again told me to fuck off, that he was busy. I thought to myself that I should make the two of them change my sheets, but once again kept my thoughts to myself.
I drove Kerry home, and on the way she made me promise to look for her underwear. We said goodnight, and I drove back to my house, wondering about the possibility of talking Eddie and Marie into a three way. I knew it would never happen, and that I wouldn’t ask, but it didn’t stop me fantasizing about it on the drive home. I mean, after all, I’d gotten laid for the first time in my life, but didn’t cum. I was still horny, and ready to burst. I’d have to do some serious jacking off if I was going to avoid waking up the next morning with blue balls again.
I got home and told Eddie and Marie said they’d have to go. They said they were finished, but made sure to thank me for letting them use my room. Eddie pulled me aside before he and Marie left, and asked if I’d gotten lucky. The smile on my face already told him I’d gotten laid, but he wanted the details. I told him I’d tell him all about it later. I went into my room after they’d left, and cursed Eddie and Marie for not having the decency to change my sheets.
My folks came back a couple of days later, and I knew at some point my mom was going to find Kerry’s underwear, because I never found them. My folks hadn’t been home for two days, when my mom came storming into the kitchen where I was sitting at the table, working on a letter. She slammed Kerry’s lavender colored panties on the table, screaming, “What are these?”
Knowing I was busted, but not really caring, I replied, “Women’s panties?”
My mom screamed at me,“They’re not mine!!”
“Oh,” I said. I casually picked them up and brought them to my nose. I took a deep whiff. “Ahh… Those are Kerry’s. We lost them in your bed.”
My mom shook with rage. She was really good at that. She gave me the meanest look I’d ever seen, and told me to wait till my father got home. It sounded so cliche that I couldn’t help but smile. I think that made her even madder. She stormed off back to her room to what I assumed was to finish changing the sheets.
Dad came home a little while later, and mom wasted no time storming back into the kitchen. “Did you know our son had sex with a girl in our bed while we were gone??”
My dad looked at me, looked at my mom, then looked back at me again. “OH, YES!!!!!!!!!!!” he exclaimed. If looks could kill, my mom would still be doing time for the death of my dad. Watching her storm off to the bedroom was getting all too familiar. My dad gave me the thumbs up, then followed mom into the bedroom. The door closed behind him, and I didn’t see them again for the rest of the day.
Kerry and I went out a few more times after that, but never had sex again. I’m not sure why, but Kerry just didn’t seem all that interested in it anymore. I wondered if maybe her softball teammates gave her better sex than I could. I don’t know, but I’m grateful for the experience she gave me.
The End
Coach Saturday night with Sherry
Lupe my cleaning lady and her daughter came over on Saturday morning while I was at the game. They cleaned up my place real good. It seemed important for it to look nice for Sherry that night. Since I lived alone and they come once a week, it was never really very fucked up. It was usually, just some vacuuming, dusting, and maybe some cleaning in the kitchen,
The game was close but we lost by two runs in the last inning. Sherry was at the game with Chuck’s parents and I did not get a chance to speak with her. We did make eye contact one time before the game started when she came down next to the field to tell Steven something. She smiled and I immediately began thinking about tonight while I watched her speak with Steven.
After the game I stopped by the store to pick up a few things that I needed to make Sherry the dinner I promised. It would be a real simple dinner, the kind I make for myself. A couple of steaks, a couple of potatoes to bake, and a bag of that already mixed salad would do just fine. I also picked up a bottle of red wine to go with dinner.
The day was dragging, I have to admit that I was really looking forward to the evening and the night with Sherry. It felt a little strange to be so excited about it. Damn it was not the first time I had a sexy lady like her over for dinner. The lawn needed to be cut, so I did that, and then used the weed trimmer around the rest of the yard and along the wooden fence that enclosed the back yard.
The hot tub needed to be cleaned and that took a couple of hours to drain, clean and refill. After that I started it back up to warm the water. A vision of Sherry, naked with me in the hot tub filled my head as I turned the jets on.
At 7:00 I was showered and dressed in a pair or dark blue pants and a white button up dress shirt.
The steaks were out with tenderizer on them, the potatoes were washed and in the microwave, ready to go.
The wine was chilled and the salad was in the bowls in the refrigerator. The garage door was open so she could just pull right in and not leave her car out for everyone to see.
Flopping down on the big leather sofa in the living room, I kicked back to watch a little baseball on the TV. At 7:10 Sherry was not there. Damn I wonder what is keeping her. At 7:15 I heard my cell phone ring. It was in the master bedroom and I had to walk down the hall to back part of the house to answer it.
After about 5 rings, I picked it up and saw it was Sherry calling.
“Hey baby, where are you?” I asked.
Her voice was soft and shaking a little as she said, “I am so sorry Xavier, I can not come tonight. I just can not do it. Please understand, I want to, but I can’t.”
Damn I was really pissed now. No, to be honest I was disappointed. I had been looking forward to spending time with her, talking with her, showing her my place, and then fucking her sexy, toned, slim body.
I stayed under control, played it cool, as I said, “OK, baby, I understand. We can do it another time.”
I thought I heard her sob a little bit before she softly answered, “I promise Xavier, I will another time.”
She clicked off and the display went blank on the phone. Damn, that was a lot of trouble I went through for nothing. Now it is Saturday night and I had been stood up. Then I laughed for a moment at myself and thought damn X, she had really gotten to you. Well, what the fuck, I still got a couple of steaks and a bottle of wine. I will cook them and just chill out tonight, maybe watch the rest of the ball game on TV.
After going into the kitchen I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, while thinking that I would save the wine for another time and then walked back into the living room to the sofa. Sitting down, I watched the game. It was not really a good game to watch. Both pitchers were dominating and making the hitters look like they should have been playing in our league.
I watched about 3 innings and got up to get the steaks from the kitchen. As I was walking back into the living room, I saw headlights coming down the driveway. I could not tell who it was, but they pulled right up in to the garage. Who the hell is this, I thought.
The garage was attached to the house, I opened the door and saw Sherry’s white, Lexus, SUV parked beside my car. I stood in the door way and watched her get out. She was wearing a light blue green skirt and a white blouse that was scooped a little low in the front. The white sandals she wore matched the blouse. Her hair was down and in small curls. She smiled at me in a funny kind of apologetic way. I did not make an effort to meet her in the garage. I stood there holding the door, I wanted her to come to me, to give in to what she was feeling, to admit to what she wanted and why she was there.
She carried a very small overnight bag in her hand as she walked across the concrete floor of the garage to me.
She stepped up in front of me, she smiled and in a nervous voice, said, “I am here.”
My dark eyes met her pretty green ones, “I am glad,” I answered her, and stepped back to let her inside the house.
She walked in and looked around for a moment. She shifted her weight from side to side, she was very nervous. I took the bag from her hand and showed her down the hall towards the master bedroom.
“You can leave this in here until you need it Sherry” I told her and then I put it down on the top of the dresser.
My arm was behind her, my hand was in the small of her back as I walked her from the bedroom.
“You are right on time for dinner, I was just getting ready to start the steaks, I know that is why you came, you remembered at the last minute, that I promised I would cook for you and you just could not stay away, I know” I kidded her and it brought a smile to her face.
The filets were thick and took a while to cook on the gas grill. Sherry and I enjoyed the wine and chatted while they were cooking and the potatoes were in the micro wave. I brought the salads and potatoes out and we had our meal on the deck behind the house, next to the hot tub. Candles were on the table between us and a few were around the hot tub. We talked and Sherry began to relax more. The red wine helped her to relax and I kept her glass full.
We finished dinner and I stood to take the plates into the kitchen. She came with me, carrying her half full salad bowl and dinner plate. She went over to put them in the sink and started to rinse them out, to clean up more.
I moved up behind her, reached around her and took her hands, “Leave that for later Sherry” I told her.
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