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  • Julia’s Booty: Part 3
    Julia’s Booty: Part 3
    Surviving Apartness.

    by Feynman15, in 4

    parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    She did a cute little toe pivot. “Did I do

    good?”

    I finally caught my breath. “My god. Olympic gold medal. I can’t
    believe I came that quickly.”

    “Yay!” she said. “I wanted to do that again so bad.”

    I kind of laughed to myself as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, realizing that I
    never got a moment to do such a simple task. Julia came up to me and put her
    hands on my chest as we kissed, and her mouth was a bit salty and I soon
    realized why. But I went with it. She jumped into my arms and I dropped onto an
    ottoman, Julia now in my lap.

    “You know what I want to do again?” I asked.

    We parted lips and Julia said, “What’s that?”

    “You know,” I said.

    She laughed. “Now you have to say it!”

    “I wanna lick your cunt.”

    “Umm,” she said. “That sounds really good.”

    “And,” I said, “I wanna taste your ass, too, if you’ll
    let me.”

    She playfully scoffed. “Dirty,” she said. “Why are you such a
    bad boy?”

    “You bring it out of me,” I said. “I wanna taste all of
    you.”

    She gave me a tender kiss on the lips and giggled under her breath.
    “Naughty boy. There’s a bit of a problem, though.”

    “Oh?”

    Julia got off of me and stood up. She reached under her dress and wiggled her
    hips, sliding her maroon panties to her ankles. Those panties had a lot of
    wetness exactly where you’d expect. She carried herself with warmth and
    walked to the nearest ottoman. Her back facing me, Julia looked at me over her
    shoulder as she got on all fours onto the ottoman.

    “I don’t think you can eat my ass,” she said. She lifted her
    floral dress up and over her ass, now fully spread doggy-style, her cunt on
    full display, a large sapphire-colored heart sticking out of her asshole.
    “At least not with this thing in the way.” She laughed and wiggled
    her ass at me.

    My mouth dropped. “Wow.”

    “You like it?” she asked. The sapphire was made of a sparkly
    plastic.

    “Uh, yeah! But I mean, what does this mean?”

    Julia got up and wrapped me in her arms. “You know what it means, dude. I
    want you to fuck my ass. I’ve been prepping, if you know what I
    mean!!” She snorted into a laugh.

    “But; I didn’t know you like ”

    “ I’ve never done it,” she said. “Hear me out, okay?”

    “Of course.”

    “I want you, so bad,” she said. “I wanna do everything with
    you. But, ya know, like I said I’m not experienced. I’ve never had
    sex. So, like, when we do it, and ya know I mean do it do it, I want it to be
    special.”

    “I want it to be special, too.” 

    “We’re sneaking around, though, ya know? This is hot. But
    it’s, like…”

    “You want to lose it when we don’t have to be sneaky about
    it,” I said.

    Julia’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! But, in the meantime, I want something.
    I, like, need you in me. We’re being bad here.”

    “So let’s be bad,” I said. “I get you.”

    “I know you do!” she said. “That’s, like, another
    thing. I’ve got, oh my god this is so embarrassing having to, like,
    literally say it. I’ve got feelings for you. And I know you have them for
    me.”

    “I feel worse that I didn’t trust you earlier,” I said.
    “I shouldn’t have got into my head so much. My lack of trust is an
    insult to your judgment.”

    Julia adjusted into a better posture. “Yep. It felt like that, not gonna
    lie.” She played around with her fingernails.

    “You deserve better than that,” I said. “I’m
    sorry.”

    “We deserve better than that. Think of it like a sport. If we were a
    team. Our team isn’t going to work if we can’t trust our teammates.”

    “Yeah, of course,” I said. 

    “It’s, like, the same thing with what we’re doing here. Our
    team doesn’t deserve these facilities. You know? We deserve better than
    that. I want something better than that. You get me?”

    “Yes.” We sat together on the ottoman and I held her hand.
    “And we’re already moving so fast,” I said. “This
    shouldn’t be rushed.”

    “Exactly!” she said.

    The warm lights in the room hummed and I felt a buzzing within. And there was
    silence and a sense of equilibrium. I rubbed Julia’s light brown hand and
    looked at her, and I saw her soul and  I saw the sincerity and in that
    moment felt there was nothing more real than what was in front of my eyes.

    “I don’t think we should fuck tonight,” I said. I felt that
    perhaps an earlier version of myself wouldn’t say such a thing. That guy
    would be too horny to let anything real get in his way. But fuck that guy.

    “Wait, what?”

    “If I fuck you in your ass right now, I mean, of course it’s
    different than taking your virginity. But, isn’t it all just different
    levels of intimacy? I mean, what we already did was hugely intimate. If we keep
    going right now, we aren’t really shying away from much. When you said
    it, it clicked for me.”

    Julia looked at me blankly then sighed and smiled. “Damnit. I shouldn’t
    have said anything!” She snorted again.

    “It’s going to be so fucking good, though, when we do it,” I
    said. “Like, I fucking promise you it’ll be wild.”

    “I’ve heard stories,” she said. I playfully clenched my
    teeth.

    “I swear, it’ll be even better. I’m going to bring my A
    game.”

    Julia rubbed my shoulder and had a bit of a whimper to her expression. She
    reached behind her and underneath her dress, making a funny face as she pulled
    from behind. She held the ass-plug by the sapphire tip, showing me the bulbous
    cone-shaped black object that had been in her ass just moments before. She
    looked at it with a bit of disappointment.

    “What am I going to do with this?” she said. It was black and
    glossy and it was evident it had just been in her ass. I must admit to you, at
    this moment, that part of the reason I was so comfortable with ending the
    festivities before the parade arrived, was that I knew that ass-plug
    wasn’t about to magically disappear. I stared some seduction at Julia,
    who had a look of recognition.

    “Bro,” she said. “So this is the legend they speak of. In the
    flesh.”

    “Ok, time out, who is they exactly?” I asked. Julia clapped her
    hands and snickered and I moved on. I took the ass plug and held it by the
    sapphire.

    “Oh fuck,” I said. “I mean, I just have to take care of
    this.”

    “You don’t have to, like, at all dude!” She laughed
    uncontrollably and gathered herself.

    I looked into Julia’s eyes. “Then let me make this clear. I want
    to. I fucking want this.” Julia offered her palms, as if to say, all
    yours, bro. And that was all I needed. I put Julia’s ass plug to my nose
    and inhaled her ass musk, as Julia herself looked at me with a crinkled
    forehead and a taken-aback expression. I inhaled some more, her scent rich and
    earthy and powerful.

    “Oh my god, dude, you’re so kinky,” she said. “What
    does it smell like?”

    “It smells like ass,” I said, to a solo audience of laughter.
    “But I swear, if you get over the fact it smells like that, and start,
    like actually paying attention to it, it’s fucking amazing. It’s
    just intoxicating in the absolute weirdest way.”

    “Dude, you’re so weird,” she said. “You make me
    intrigued. What the fuck.” 

    I continued to sniff it, maybe only a foot away from Julia’s face. My
    noises of arousal enveloped the space around us. As I began to lick her ass
    plug, taking in the surprisingly neutral and slightly sweet taste, eyes closed,
    I opened them to the sight of Julia on the other side of the ass plug, sniffing
    what I hadn’t got to yet. Her eyes were closed and she kept sniffing
    while I continued to lick. What a sight, I thought, and what a girl. She backed
    off from it.

    “Oh my god I can’t believe I just did that,” she said.
    “Ok; I think I get it. It’s, like, kinda addictive. Like,
    there’s something to it that makes me wanna keep smelling it, even though
    it definitely smells funky, you frickin’ weirdo.”

    I licked the wide base, where it was at its dirtiest, and I looked at Julia and
    took another risk and dove in for a kiss. And in that moment right before I
    fully dove in, I saw her see my intent, and I saw her close her eyes and open
    her mouth a bit, willing to receive the naughtiness from my tongue. We embraced
    and swirled our tongues and it didn’t have a discernible taste. And the
    walls hummed with a sound of silence.

    I dropped the ass plug and we started to make-out hard. Our hands were all over
    each other and I was naked and Julia had nothing but her floral dress on. She
    rolled me onto the ottoman and got on top, sitting on my lap just above my
    cock, which was back to full energy and already dripping precum. She leaned
    into me and we kissed, and I scooted back on the ottoman so I could put my feet
    flat, my knees up. I reached underneath her dress, lifting it up and putting my
    hand underneath her undercarriage, which was scorching hot and dripping a bit
    of her wetness onto me. I grabbed my cock and started slapping my shaft hard
    against her cunt and asshole, occasionally swiping the tip against her wet
    labia.

    “Fuck,” she said. “We need to stop.” But she started
    grinding on me, bouncing her cunt against and away from the shaft of my steady
    cock. I was looking into her eyes as I rubbed my shaft against her cunt lips,
    sliding along them up and down, up and down. My dick would swipe past her cunt
    opening, and when the head of my cock went past it, down towards her clit then
    back up again, it would ever-so-slightly dip into the opening before continuing
    its way up her labia towards her asshole. Julia was moaning and she was
    twerking her cunt against my cock.

    “We need to stop,” I said. “We need to stop.” 

    Julia was twerking now in such a way that she kept pushing harder against my
    shaft, so that when I continued sliding my cock up and down along her labia, I
    was spelunking more and more into her cunt opening each time I’d swipe
    by. At one point I held my cock, which was leaking out precum, and I pressed
    the tip of my dick right up against her vagina. I just held it there and shook
    my cock against her opening, pushing it just a bit, trying my best to somehow
    not fuck her even though my body was doing everything it could to go against
    that.

    Julia hopped off of me and looked drunk with lust. She lifted her dress over
    her shoulders and was completely naked now. She got back onto the ottoman and
    squatted over my dick, hands on either side of my stomach. Her body was so fit
    and so sexy and her tits hypnotized me with their perky perfection. I watched
    her as she watched herself grab the base of my cock and intentionally lift her cunt
    right over my tip. She was now doing what I did, shaking my cock’s tip
    aggressively against her vaginal opening. And she looked at me like she was
    begging for it, and I was so out of my mind that I couldn’t think
    straight and didn’t know what to do. Julia started doing tiny squats
    directly onto my tip, allowing maybe ⅓ of my cock head to dip into her cunt
    and out, into and out, into and out.

    “Fuck. I can’t take it,” she said. “I want you to fuck
    me.”

    I was gasping for air. “But what about…”

    “ I know,” she said. “I’m just so fucking horny. So
    fucking horny.”

    “Here, turn the other way, sit on my face,” I said. “Just; sit
    on my face…”

    “No,” she said. “I want your cock. I want your cock.”

    “If this goes in,” I said, “I’m going to fuck the shit
    out of you.”

    “Do it,” she said. “Please, please do it.”

    “I’m going to pound your cunt like we’re rabbits.”

    “Fucking do it. Fucking fuck it. I can take it. I want it.”

    I grabbed her by the waist and brought her in for a kiss. We locked lips and
    her tongue was maniacal, desperate to do something it didn’t even
    understand. Thank goodness for that tongue. It made me realize how clouded we
    both were. While we kept kissing and I kept slapping my cock against her
    wanting cunt, I lifted her up a bit and slipped my sweaty back down the ottoman
    in one smooth move, latching my mouth onto her cunt, my legs and cock now off
    the ottoman’s edge.

    Julia squealed as I moved us back to the middle of the ottoman, her on top of
    me, her cunt straddling my mouth. She was cooing high-pitched yelps while she
    stroked her clit up and down my tongue. She pinned my hands against the ottoman
    and started grinding her cunt into my mouth aggressively.

    “Oh. fuck. yeah.,” she grunted with every grind. “Oh god
    that’s amazing. Oh god. Oh. my. fucking. god.”

    Her cunt was delicious and so ludicrously wet that my face felt like a total
    mess even though I couldn’t see it. It didn’t really matter. I was
    simply happy that she was happy. And what a sight to see her happy, as she
    grabbed chunks of my hair and kept swerving her cunt over my face, basically
    using me to get herself off. I stuck my tongue up and we played a similar game,
    albeit a safer one, where she sat her vagina onto my tongue before popping back
    up. Just a little in, then out. In, then out. In and out. It tasted vaguely
    salty, mostly just like skin, and the scent of strong and musky pheromones had
    me begging for more.

    “Uh uh uh uh uh,” she blurted as she fucked my tongue like a cock.
    When I started swirling my mouth onto her clit she removed her hands from me
    and pinched her nipples, tugging at them and bouncing on my face while I
    suctioned her sex button.

    “Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep doing exactly
    that.”

    I obliged. I wasn’t quite sure exactly what I was doing, but whatever it
    was, I just repeated the motions over and over and over and over the top she
    went with her convulsions. Julia grunted loudly and ferociously, like she was
    jizzing all over me, like a puma with a guttural roar, one that was shaking and
    spazzing her cunt onto my face. And I kept going. And in little time Julia
    turned her spasms into slow rolls, gliding her soaked cunt lips along my mouth,
    slower and slower now, until she finally exhaled and stopped. She got off of me
    and helped me up, holding my face and kissing me with the purest intent.

    “Shit, dude,” she said. “You saved me. I just needed to get
    that nut out.”

    “You sound like a guy sometimes,” I said. She punched my arm.

    “Shut up! Holy shit that was close.”

    “Man, you’re not kidding,” I said. I wiped my face and it was
    drenched with all types of fluids. It smelled sexy and I loved it.

    The night was no longer young. We were putting clothes on when Julia stopped me
    and held my hand. “Thank you. Seriously. That was, like, some legit
    gentleman shit right there.”

    “Of course,” I said. “To be fair I almost caved in.
    You’re really persuasive!” She smiled.

    “You didn’t. And that means a lot to me. To us.”

    I put my arms around her and kissed her. “And when we get things
    right,” I said, “there won’t be any more holding back. And
    I’m not gonna be a gentleman anymore.” She leaned into me hard and
    sucked on my tongue.

    “I’ll be yours. All of me,” she said. As we pressed against
    each other, she could feel my bulge strengthening. She reached down and gave it
    a squeeze. “Let me make sure your tank is empty.”

    Julia dropped to her knees and took my erection out. The room was clean and
    there was a smell of sex. And she was young and brave and the ottoman was wet
    with our passions.

    “Oh boy,” I said.

    Something

    electric happens along highway 17 towards Santa Cruz. At a certain point the
    need for speed gives way to a slow coasting along the swerve of the roads. The
    trees tower over, and your eyes can't help but take in the scenery. The trees
    sway along the hills, the forestry drowns in abundance, and the air is crisp
    and pungent. Another swerve and the entire scene hits you again. Soon enough
    from the hills and forestry and the air crisp and pungent, the natural world
    becomes all that you know. And that’s when the electricity emerges, a
    sort of prickling deep within, awakening yourself from eons ago, telling you
    that you’ve finally come home.

    But this electricity is fragile and fleeting. And soon enough there are
    blinking red lights and green signs in Clearview font and cars in caravan, and
    that old friend goes into hibernation as the city hums with a fluorescent hue.

    As I approached the city of Santa Cruz in the middle of a clear April day, I
    carried some of that residual electricity with me. I was excited to be on a
    little vacation and leave my day-to-day behind. And of course, I was excited to
    visit Julia.

    It had been almost seven months since we’d seen each other in person. A
    lot can happen in seven months. I’ve been told that the key to a
    successful long distance relationship is a commitment to daily communication.
    In that respect, we had succeeded. We were on the phone every day and zoomed at
    least once per week, despite my job, and despite her classes and traveling for
    tennis. But it still stinks. That feeling after those zoom sessions sinks your
    soul and makes you ache. It’s especially hard when what you have together
    isn’t exactly defined as a relationship.

    Thinking back to my own experiences, I remembered what it was like at her age,
    especially those first couple years. You’re supposed to step beyond the
    life you previously knew. Experience new things. Experience new people. Have
    some serious fun and never get too serious, except for your classes. I wanted
    all of this for Julia, and at times felt guilty that I was tying her down
    because of our attachment to each other. I carried these concerns within as I
    found a guest parking lot in the heart of the campus.

    UC Santa Cruz, where the world is your oyster and smells like it too. There
    were banana slugs all around but not the type you’d find in the woods.
    The day was beautiful and the ocean breeze complimented the heat. I wore a
    loose white button-down, untucked, with flip-flops and sunglasses. Even though
    I was a bit older than these banana slugs, I was gifted with some of those good
    anti-aging genes. Combine that with my tattoos and I blended in just fine on
    campus.

    But I showed my cards soon enough, getting lost in search of Julia’s
    dorm. I ate crow and approached a couple guys, one of whom was carrying a
    watermelon.

    “Let me guess. There’s vodka in there,” I said.

    “Bruh. We’re about to carve it,” said the guy with the
    watermelon. “Step 1.”

    “Tradition, baby,” I said. “Hey can you guys guide me towards
    Biko House? I’m lost.”

    Watermelon’s friend got me on the right track. He wore a Hawaiian shirt
    that would have been seen as tasteful if he was on the islands. The boys were
    energetic and fun and the hills were lush with green grass. Thinking about
    those young men and their stupid adventures got me thinking some more about
    Julia. I imagined that Julia ran into plenty of boys like the watermelon bros,
    as well as a spectrum of others w

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  • Julia’s Booty: Part 2
    Julia’s Booty: Part 2
    Study Group lab researches advanced techniques.

    by Feynman15, in 4

    parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



     

    Julie went

    directly back to sucking my cock head directly into her mouth. I threw my head
    back and groaned. And then without warning my eyes widened and my mouth fell
    open in shock as she pushed her head down and my cock slid all the way into her
    mouth into the back of her throat. It was like a suction of tight slippery
    warmth all the way down the base of my shaft. I was giving audible “uh”s
    of pleasure as Julia stayed locked onto my cock stuffed all the way into her
    throat, slightly bobbing up and down. She slid it out of her mouth and gasped
    with strings of saliva dangling between her and me.

    “Oh my god,” she said. “I can totally do it!”

    “Holy shit that was insane,” I said. “That was insane.”

    She gathered the strings of dangling saliva with my cock like it was cotton
    candy, then rubbed that extra slippery spit all over my boner. “Hold
    on,” she said. And she swallowed my cock in one fluid motion and had her
    lips pressed against my pubic mound. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed my
    pleasure into her flesh, and I couldn’t help my legs from involuntarily
    thrusting just a bit as she was fully engulfing my cock down her throat. She
    pulled out again with more saliva strings and said, “Yeah, do it.”

    “Do what?” I asked.

    She moaned and said, “Don’t make me say it! I’m shy,
    dude.”

    “Please,” I said.

    She looked at me in the mirror and said, “Fuck my throat.”

    I got excited and said, “Oh, fuck yeah,” as I positioned myself
    just right.

    “You can fuck it like it’s a cunt,” she said. Another moment
    to save for life.

    I leaned a little bit to the left of her legs so I could watch my erect cock up
    and into her mouth, into her throat all the way. I thrusted into her, my balls
    flapping all the while. She was taking my cock really easily, and let out cute glug
    noises each time I got all the way in. I inhaled a big breath and started
    thrusting rapidly into her throat embrace. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug,
    glug.

    “Ugh,” spilled out of me as I stopped the thrusts and pulled out of
    her mouth for a moment. I had a tingling and needed to hold my cock a moment,
    just in case I was about to cum. She opened again and I went back in. Glug,
    glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug-glug-glug.

    I caught my breath. “Wanna know something sexy?” I asked.

    Julia wiped a tear and asked, “What?”

    “Think about yesterday when you told me you liked me,” I said.
    “And now look at what we’re doing together.” I lifted my cock
    back into her throat and pounded away.

    She caught her

    breath. “You’re so bad,” she said. Glug lug lug lug.

    I pulled out of her mouth and slid away from her, but kept her all fours doggy
    style. “And just to be clear, I really, really, really like you
    too,” I said. I got on my knees and buried my face in her from behind,
    suctioning between her cunt and ass. She yelled out a collection of “Oh
    my god”s as I ate her up fully. 

    She turned around and we embraced in deep kisses that swirled our personal
    flavors back and forth. She got on her back and spread her legs wide, her hand
    now in between, and she said, “Cum with me.” She started fingering.
    I started stroking.

    We were staring at each other intently and our heads were shaking while doing
    so because our hands were so busy below. I was biting my lip and staring into
    her gorgeous green eyes and the inevitable was at my doorstep. And as if on cue
    she started having short breaths of “Oh” that interrupted each of
    themselves, and her hand was rubbing furiously. Julia opened her green laser
    beams fully and I saw the glory and she melted into orgasm as those eyelids
    lowered their curtains. I was still jerking off hard but was ready to pop off any
    moment.

    “Where; should; I; .”

    “ in my mouth,” she said.

    “Oh god.”

    And Julia got up and I grabbed her head and guided the tip of my cock onto her
    resting tongue. And I pounded the base of my cock hard and a tingling within
    arose and the heat increased and I could feel my cum coursing through. I told
    her I was cumming and her mouth went bleh in anticipation and I spasmed jets of
    white liquid over and over and over and over at least 6 shots directly into her
    mouth as she moaned each time a squirt of cum went in.

    She closed her lips onto my head and sucked in the last drops as I spasmed with
    that feeling you get when it’s too much and you can barely take it. Julia
    took it all in her mouth and swallowed while looking at me. Then she coughed a
    bit and told me it was salty. Oddly enough that moment of the sexual fantasy
    breaking into a harsher reality was an even further turn on for me. We both
    stood up and kissed.

    And then in the time to follow we talked casually and allowed the conversation
    to turn into silences. But unlike before where they were a bit awkward, these
    moments were now relaxed and fun, and we reflected in silence on what just
    happened and would chuckle or say something like “wow” every now
    and then. When we started putting things back to the way they were, I grabbed
    our underwear from the bed.

    “Can I keep these?” I asked, holding her soiled panties. The words
    escaped my mouth before my brain could catch up to stop them.

    “Uh, why?” she asked.

    I put them up to my face and inhaled her dirty musk. “Souvenir, I guess.
    Hold me over until next time.”

    She giggled. “You gonna sniff those and jerk off to me?”

    “Please?”

    “Ok,” she said. “But what do I get?”

    I started jerking myself without putting a thought to it. And then I had the
    thought that I was acting so impulsively in the presence of this girl. And that
    thought, the thought that she brought it out of me, was making the whole
    situation even hotter, and my dick got harder in the middle of it all.

    “How about a little snack for the road?” I said.

    Julia got on her knees and played an innocent face while sticking her tongue
    out. She nodded her head in approval.

    “Feed me,” she said. Bleh.

    My cock wasn’t even fully hard at that point, but I had a lingering
    horniness that wasn’t going to stop me. I slammed my hand hard onto my
    cock, and pretty much willed myself into a state of ecstasy as I felt the
    tingling again and I shot a couple more jets of hot semen directly into her
    mouth. “There you go.”

    She smacked her lips as she finished me off. “It’s so hot that I
    got that out of you.” She got up and started putting her clothes back on.

    “You make me want to do everything I can,” I said.

    “Like lick my ass?” she said. She gave me a coy smile.

    “That. And more,” I said.

    She smiled. “I believe it.” She stood and did a little shimmy in
    place.

    I felt great and was in such a light mood, so I then jokingly said, “So.
    Same time next week?”

    And as she finished dressing herself she turned around and said,
    “Yes” in the most serious way possible. I looked at her and stared
    into her with lust, and my cock responded in that moment. She saw and returned
    the look of lust right back at me. It was intense. And I was hard, somehow. She
    crinkled her forehead a bit and said, “Aw. Did I just say the magic
    words?”

    I nodded.

    “Umm. You have some more cum for me?”

    She crawled quickly over to me and I ripped my jeans and boxers off in a fury,
    and she opened her mouth and I shoved my cock into it. And the blood rushed to
    my cock in no time, and I started throat fucking her.

    A few weeks later, and he hasn't heard a word from Julia!

    There’s nothing quite like the exhaustion that comes

    with moving furniture. But if you have the right equipment and some good
    friends, you won’t be so gassed after moving a refrigerator up two steps.
    That was the situation I was in Wednesday afternoon, as my friends helped me
    move into my new place, my own house in a quiet neighborhood not too far from
    where I worked. We were done in a couple hours. There was a sense of
    accomplishment as we hung out afterwards hydrating and intoxicating ourselves.
    It was really nice to have their support, and nice to already feel at home with
    all of them around. But even with great friends, I always reach a point where
    it catches up to me and I’m exhausted from the interaction and I need to
    recharge my battery. Alone. That’s just the way that works best for
    me. 

    After they left I sat on my backyard porch swing and cracked a beer. The blue
    sky dimmed as the sun set. The crickets serenaded the impending night. I stared
    at the brown picket directly ahead. Hopes and possibilities jumbled around in
    my head, thoughts of meeting neighbors and enjoying more independence and
    turning my house into a leveled-up sanctuary for comfort. But another feeling,
    in my gut, was one of nervousness, of anxiety over what’s to come, challenges
    with insurmountable odds and ambiguities and a player to be named later. It was
    time to shut it all off. Time to fully drain. I left the beer to the mosquitoes
    and shut the screen door behind me. There was a labyrinth of boxes that I
    worked through to the makeshift bedroom. I stumbled onto the bed and worked my
    boxers onto the floor.

    Lucky guy, I was, to be able to access the memories and mementos of my sexual
    experiences. I reached into an unpacked bin and pulled out the pair of
    Julia’s soiled panties. My inhale was deep. Her scent was robust, cunt
    and ass and pheromones and a lingering scent that was both dirty and sweet. The
    smells triggered the memories instantaneously, where my cock twitched to the
    phantom feelings of Julia’s throat jerking it warm and wet.

    Glug glug glug glug,
    I came quickly and easily but felt frustrated afterwards. I hadn’t heard
    from her in 3 weeks. At the time of our hookup I told myself to expect nothing
    and be cool with it. I was truly fortunate, then, to play with her the way we
    did. Time is a revealer of deeper truths, however, and the truth was that I
    missed her. But what could I do? We had agreed a few weeks before that we
    couldn’t text or call each other, just to be safe. A part of me wanted to
    break this rule, but the fact she hadn’t, made me think texting would
    only make things worse. Another part of me was severely concerned that I had
    done something wrong. It was really difficult to shake that feeling.

    The next day I encountered two other truths of life. The first is that
    life’s worries and concerns are very rarely as bad as we imagine them to
    be. Don’t get me wrong, life can be very difficult, and certainly easier
    for some than others. But our worries are often amplified by our imaginations
    when we have too much time and no one around. I realized this, yet again, when
    I opened my mail box and found a letter from Julia. It felt nice to know this
    was the first mail my new home received. But the other truth that I encountered
    is that you rarely get exactly what you want. I recognized this, as the
    personal letter I was expecting from Julia (; which in retrospect made no sense
    because who her age writes letters…) turned out to be an invitation from
    her family for her graduation ceremony. The fonts were swirly and there was
    gold glitter everywhere.

    Some communication was better than none, I figured. But then I also thought,
    what if this had no input from Julia herself? She wrote her name on the card,
    but the fact hers was in dark red ink while theirs was in black told me she
    just signed it after the fact. Her family was just being nice, as they usually
    were with these types of things. Same reason I’d get an Amazon gift card
    from them come holidays. 

    The more I thought about it, the more I reasoned her distance was a best-case
    scenario. Because, I mean, what if she ended up talking to them? What if she
    gained some new perspective and felt like I had taken advantage of her? What
    if, therefore, this was all a really elaborate setup? Was there a van outside
    my house listening in on me? Is there a graduation ceremony? Do kids graduate?
    What does that word even mean? And is her name even Julia?

    Too much time. No one around. Too much time. No one around.

    With too much time, at least, your mind can send you in the other direction. So
    as that moment passed, and the following days unfolded, I settled on the more
    stable viewpoint that I was worrying too much and things would be fine. There
    were no suspicious vehicles outside. Graduations were a thing. And Julia, who
    actually went by that name, was aware of the fact I was moving. Maybe she
    figured I’d be busy. She was busy too, of course. 

    And so truthfully, when graduation Saturday came around everything felt okay. I
    ate some breakfast and took a shower and dressed up nicely. I even felt pride
    as I got ready, thinking about what I did to help her get to this point. It
    felt exciting to gather myself, dressed to the nines, and participate in the
    celebration. It was a welcoming feeling to slow-roll into the parking lot and
    saunter towards the gym. The school was really clean and there were balloons
    tied to everything. There was the sound of high heels echoing down hallways.
    Fresh baked cookies on trays, carried by a caravan of staff, to an undisclosed
    location.

    Curiosity got the best of me and I followed the last in the cookie caravan down
    a hallway and around a corner when I bumped into a paunchy man in his 50s with
    curly black and gray hair. He wore 10 year old Merrell sneakers and had a vinyl
    record under his arm.

    “Well how about that,” the man said. “Small world.”

    “Jim!” I said. “So what’s the deal, I move away and now
    I can’t have a cookie?”

    “Wait like the rest of ‘em you little shit,” he said. He
    reached out and gave me a half hug, careful with the vinyl record. I asked him
    what he was packing.

    “I shit you not, this was a gift from some of the kids,” he said.
    “These kids, they can’t tell you a thing about music, but they can
    google, find discogs, find the exact version of a record down to the matrix.
    It’s impressive and it isn’t at the same time, you know?”

    “It’s impressive Jim. You’re just old. You need a cookie or
    something. Get me one while you’re at it.”

    “You’ll be too someday and I’ll haunt your ass,” he
    said. He handed me the record.

    “Songs For My Father? I’m surprised you don’t have this one
    already.”

    “Not this. It’s an original blue note. Rudy Van Gelder etching.
    It’s impressive, I must admit.”

    He showed me its lack of imperfections with the enthusiasm of Christmas
    morning. “You know what I’ll be doing tonight,” he said.

    “Let me guess,” I said. “Amaretto on the rocks?”

    He laughed in an ostentatious sort of way. “A Van Gelder original
    deserves scotch. Neat.”

    “Neat,” I said.

    Cookie-less, I found my way to the gym and took one of the few remaining seats.
    The family I sat next to were warm. Their daughter played tennis with Julia and
    the father knew a lot about the French Open. The ceremonies were pleasant and
    everyone was safe. It all seemed so easy up to that point. At the end, the
    principal talked into the microphone and there was feedback noise that got the
    students too hyped. She eventually told us to head outside.

    The gigantic field beyond the gym was known as the quad. The green felt never-ending.
    There were folding tables with gold and white striped sheets, and the drink
    bowls had ladles. The rumor was that the cookies were soon to arrive. Families
    were scattered in all directions. It was a very pleasant sight but I had a lot
    of trouble feeling comfortable as the inevitable dragged me down. But I
    reasoned that if there was an issue it would have happened already. Another
    student’s little brother found me and asked me to show him my tattoo and
    I did and he was funny. 

    With less reluctance and more relaxation, I searched the sea of tall,
    long-haired girls with caps until I sighted my siren, posing for her dad who
    tried his best Scorsese impression with a Galaxy S series. When I arrived we
    all exchanged hugs and Julia felt warm and it felt okay. I scrutinized her face
    for anything, while keeping my cool, and she was very hard to read. We kept it
    light and Julia played with her hair in the maroon bow.

    There was no sign of the worst-case scenario. It seemed like most of my
    concerns were self-inflicted, so as I realized this I was able to loosen up and
    enjoy their company. The conversation was light and flowing. I suppose one
    could say I was betraying their trust, but I was sincere and earnest with my
    job, and my experience with Julia was coming from a place of similar sincerity
    and mutual communication. At least that’s what I had convinced myself of.

    And in that moment the thought was out-of-reach, floating far beyond the
    expanse of the grass. The day was bright and there were napkins loose in the
    light breeze. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted another one of my students.
    I was beginning to feel that I should go, or that I was close to staying past
    my welcome, and I told them I should go say hi to some others. Julia’s
    mom offered tea if I were to come by in the summer and I was amicable. Julia
    took a break from playing with her hair bow and handed me a present.

    “I, I mean we,” she said, “wanted to give this to you.”

    “It’s nothing,” said Julia’s mom. “Really, could
    we perhaps give you something more? Do you like Apple or Samsung?”

    “Mama I took care of it,” said Julia. “Remember?”

    “Oh yes, yes,” said her mom. “Open it!”

    It was a shadow box, it seemed, like the type you’d find in a
    Michael’s. The box was black and about the size of a football and heavier
    than you’d expect. And floating in the center, behind a pane of glass,
    was a miniature decoration, a sort of education-themed mashup of notebooks and
    binder paper, pens and pencils, a ruler, all with a swirling red ribbon
    throughout.

    “This is so nice,” I said. “What a sweet gift. Thank
    you.”

    Julia said, “You can take out the back and there’s a gift card
    there too. But it’s kinda annoying to, like, pop it back in. Hope you
    like puzzles.”

    “Why’d you put it there?” asked her dad.

    “So it’s all in one thing. I told you!” said Julia.

    Her dad put his hand on my shoulder. “I used to feed lions, back when I
    was a young man like yourself. How blessed I am that I did!” He tapped
    his nose and laughed and Julia stared him down.

    “She’s having a sleepover with friends,” said her mom.
    “We think it’s just an excuse. Anything to get away from us!”
    Both her parents laughed and I played along.

    The gift was a kind gesture. But at the same time there was something about it
    that fell a bit flat, and it reminded me of the feeling I was having that very
    moment with Julia. She was being friendly, but in the way that she always did
    in the presence of her parents. I just could not read those heavy green eyes.

    But I did say my goodbyes and lingered for a moment that felt like forever. I
    guess in the most clich d sense, I expected her to come running after me. Maybe
    more reasonably, accost me while I’m walking around. At the very least, I
    expected some sort of sign or indication or hint or subtle moment of inertia
    that told me something, some feeling, some acknowledgment that we could and
    would see each other again.

    I walked to the parking lot feeling much different than before. I put the gift
    and

    40 min
  • Franky’s Mennonite Girl
    Two young people of different religions fall in love.

    Based on a post by f bailey . Listen to

    the Podcast at My First
    Time.



    The Mennonite girls that I see every week work in a very unique Country Store
    that my mother shops at. They stock most things in bulk and have a great Deli.
    Mom can get her meats and cheese for half the price that other grocery stores
    charge. They have locally grown organic vegetables too. All of the employees
    are Mennonites and most of them are girls. We live in Fort Hayes, Kansas. It’s
    a college town in the rural western part of the state.

    The prettiest girl is about my age and she is always hanging around another
    girl that could be her older sister. Dad says that they have to travel in
    packs. Mom makes me go with her, to load the groceries. I don’t have to go
    inside while she shops, so I typically stand in the shade at the end of the
    building and wait for her to come back out.

    But one day I did go inside just long enough to get a better look at Michelle,
    the new check out gal. She is so adorable in her gingham dresses. She shows
    very little skin, just her head, hands, and feet stick out making me wonder
    what is underneath. She is nothing like the girls at my school that seem to
    flaunt everything that they have to offer. I can look up skirts or down blouses
    every day and they pretend that they aren’t showing themselves to me on
    purpose. I like Michelle’s innocence much more. Her chest is suggestive of a B
    or C cup pair of tits. Her face is gorgeous. Pretty eyes, silky skin,
    enchanting smile, and golden hair.

    For the next couple weeks I started going in the store

    with mom, but just long enough to grab a cider and find Michelle, the hot
    Mennonite cashier.


    The Tryst.

    Then one day, I got a cold cider and stood in her line even

    though it was longer; and the ‘ten items or less’ lane was open.
    We casually smiled at one another and made small talk. Well, actually she asked
    me if I had found everything that I wanted and later wished me a nice day. I
    wanted to tell her that she was what I really wanted but of course I didn’t.

    I took my cold cider out to my usual corner and stood in the shade watching the
    cars come and go from the parking lot.

    Soon I heard a ‘pist’, sound from behind me and turned around. Michelle was
    standing just slightly behind her older sister. Her sister motioned me to come
    to them. As I approached I saw her nametag and it read ‘Rachael.’

    Rachael pulled me around the corner out of sight from the front of the store
    and behind a huge trash container. I found myself in a pretty well secluded
    corner.

    Rachael pushed me back into that corner and blocked my escape with her body. I
    looked over her shoulder and saw that Michelle had her back toward us and that
    she was standing lookout guard.

    Rachael leaned in for a kiss and smashed my hand into her right breast.
    Apparently I was too gentle on both counts because she said, “Kiss me harder
    and squeeze my teet so that I will remember you when I get myself off tonight.”
    She said it loud enough for her sister to hear. I didn’t have to kiss her
    harder because she grabbed the back of my head and smashed her lips into mine
    as she kissed me. As to my hand on her tit, I squeezed harder, like she wanted
    me too, and she moaned in my mouth. She had a sturdy bra on, but I found her
    nipple and pinched it hard, to her delight. They had a time-frame worked out
    because Michelle coughed and Rachael stopped suddenly and pulled away. As we
    parted she said, “Next time I’ll let you feel my other teet.”

    The two girls changed positions and then I got to kiss my dream girl. Before I
    could though, she hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, “Be gentle and you
    will get more than you expect. I’m not my sister, I don’t need you to bruise me
    to remember you when I arouse myself tonight/ Lately you’re in my fantasies,
     at that time.”

    I replied, “ I jack off to thoughts of you, too.”

    When we kissed it was soft, gentle, and with lots of passion. After that first
    kiss she placed both of my hands on both of her full breasts. They were a
    little smaller than her sister’s breasts but she herself was smaller too. I
    massaged them for a while and then realized Michelle was not wearing a bra. I
    ran my hand completely around each globe and gently squeezed. It was soft and
    firm at the same time. She then lowered one of my hands under her skirting, to
    her pussy and pulled her big granny panties outward, giving me free access to
    her womanhood.

    She held my hand to her pussy. Her other hand went to my

    crotch and rubbed my cock through my shorts. She cooed when I slipped a finger
    between her very wet pussy lips and flicked her clit gently. She whispered in
    my ear, “That’s it. That’s the spot. Please don’t stop.” Her arms held my
    shoulders while I rubbed her clit fast and furiously, to get her off before our
    time was up. Her orgasm hit her hard, her legs buckled, and I held her up until
    it passed.

    Michelle said, “Oh thank you God for sending this man to

    me.” After a few heavy breaths she whispered, “I love you, I want to marry you,
    and I want to have your babies. Will you make love to me the next time we
    meet?”

    I couldn’t find the words to express my thrill, so I just nodded my assent. She
    reluctantly removed my hand from her panties and let her dress fall down around
    her ankles. I brushed both of her breasts and held onto her ass as I pulled her
    in for a passionate kiss. I also thrust my rock hard cock against her pelvis as
    Rachael coughed signaling the end of her turn.

    The girls had been on a ten-minute break and had to get back inside. Rachael
    smashed my hand onto her right teet again as she smashed her lips to mine. Then
    Michelle kissed me gently and asked me to think about her later as I stroke
     one out. She lifted my hand up to her nose, smelled herself on my finger,
    and smiled sweetly as she went back inside with her sister.

    Mom was coming out the front entry when I rounded the corner of the building. I
    couldn’t wait until Mom went shopping again. I was sure that she noticed my
    hard-on. How could she miss it? However, she didn’t say anything on the ride
    home.

    After carrying in the food, I rushed to my bedroom and

    jerked off to thoughts of Michelle.

    The Confession.

    When I came back downstairs Mom asked, “Feel better?” Then

    winked with a grin.

    She knew.

    Then she asked, “Which one is it Michelle, or her older sister, Rachael?”

    She really knew.

    I replied, “Michelle.”

    Mom smiled and said, “I thought so. She couldn’t take her eyes off you, lately.
    Right after you left she asked for a break. When I got out to the parking lot,
    you were not in your normal spot so I went back inside to look for you. Right
    then I saw the girls come back in. Of course your hard-on was obvious too, in
    those basketball shorts.”

    She let that sink in and then she asked, “So, how far did the Mennonite girls
    let you go?’

    I replied, “Mom I’d rather not discuss that with you.”

    Mom smiled and said, “Oh, That far, huh.”

    Then Mom said, “You could invite them to our next community dance. Their
    parents might allow that, as long as your father and I would be there to
    chaperone.”

    I replied, “I don’t know about that, but you could go shopping two or three
    times a week, couldn’t you?”

    Mom smiled and said, “I suppose I could use some fresh baked bread tomorrow.
    What time do think we should go?”

    I said, “About the same time as today.” Then as an after thought I said,
    “Thanks Mom.”

    I could hardly sleep that night, thinking about how different Michelle and
    Rachael were. Rachael was aggressive and liked it rough, while Michelle liked
    it sweet and gentle. Then, the way Rachael let me have just one tit, and
    Michelle let me feel her tits without a bra, and then pushed my hand into her
    panties for my first feel of pussy. Her pussy was so warm and wet, covered with
    nice thick pubic hair, and her twat was so slick. I loved how sensitive her
    clit was, and how easy it was for me to get her off. I never dreamed that I
    could make a girl melt in my arms like that.

    I was anxious to go but Mom said that the store had to be open a couple of
    hours for the girls to need a break. She was right of course. I hated the wait
    but she really was right.

    Finally we drove to the store and Mom noticed my aftershave and how I was
    freshly showered. She said I looked nice, as she  went in with me. I
    caught Michelle’s eye and she smiled. She had not expected me to return the
    very next day, but I could tell that she was happy. I went outside and around
    back to wait for them.

    Consummation.

    A couple of minutes later they came out and spotted me.

    Rachael rushed to me and I held her off saying, “I really like your sister. Can
    I just be with her?”

    Rachael said, “Okay but feel me up first and make it hurt a little.”

    I looked over at Michelle, she smiled at me, and then she turned her back to
    us. I turned Rachael around, reached under her arms, and grabbed a hold of both
    breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them as hard as I could, then I pinched both of
    her nipples. As a parting thing I reached down to touch her pussy and she
    stopped me. She tapped Michelle on her shoulder and then the girls traded
    places.

    Michelle reached behind herself and untied the lacing that cinched up her
    waist. Then she just lifted her dress up to her neck revealing complete
    nakedness. She smiled and stepped onto a shipping pallat, then invited me in
    for a naked hug. She pressed her pussy against my crotch. We kissed and it was
    everything that I remembered it to be. She started trying to get my cock out so
    I helped her, untying the string in my shorts,  slipping the elastic
    waistband down. Then she stepped closer and pressed her thighs together, around
    my hard cock.

    I remembered what she had asked me, yesterday; “Will you

    make love to me the next time we meet?”

    She took my left hand and raised her knee up, so I could hold her thigh
    extended outward, opening her up.
    She also put the head of my cock in her moist slit and then she slipped her
    pussy around it. I could not believe how wonderful it felt to be inside her. I
    had heard that it hurts a girl the first time but she didn’t flinch at all, she
    just seemed to like it as much as I did.

    My cock was instantly overwhelmed with sensations, and

    within seconds I felt a tingling that indicated an emanate eruption force.

    Michelle got close to my ear and whispered, “I Thank God for sending you to me.
    I love you and I really want to marry you and have your babies.”

    I was cumming in her and she knew it.

    She whispered, “Thank you for your seed.” Even Racheal was unaware of the
    genital interchange.

    Rachael coughed and gave us a minute to get ourselves back together. Both girls
    gave me a nice kiss, then I reached out with Michelle looking and pinched
    Rachael’s nipples giving them a twist.

    They went inside and I went to the car. A few minutes later Mom came out with a
    smile on her face. She told me that she had waited for Michelle to go back to
    her register and then had gotten in her line to check out. Michelle was
    glowing.

    Just as mom was walking away, she said to Michelle, “Shoot,

    I forgot to buy mayonnaise. I’ll just come back again tomorrow.” She noticed
    the way Michelle had smiled at her.

    I looked over at Mom and said, “Thank you.”

    Mom looked down at my lap and smiled as she said, “She must have taken care of
    your problem.”

    I know that I turned red, but she didn’t say any more.

    At bedtime, Mom came by my room to say goodnight, but instead asked me about
    Michelle. What she really said was that we needed to have a ‘serious talk.’

    Well I confessed to having had sex with Michelle. Mom was

    not too upset with that but wondered what would happen to Michelle. She might
    get pregnant and with a guy outside her faith. Her parents might not appreciate
    that at all. She suggested that she and I have a serious talk with Michelle and
    her sister Rachael, the next day. I agreed.

    That night I tossed and turned. I realized that I was safe and that my Mom
    understood, but I was very concerned about Michelle. The more I thought about
    it, the more concerned I got. I also knew beyond a shadow of doubt that I loved
    Michelle. It wasn’t just the sex either. I had seen her for years and watched
    her grow up. Her parents owned the store, and she had always been there
    stocking shelves or offering people samples of their products.

    The next day was a Thursday. Again I was anxious to be on my way but had to
    wait for Michelle to earn her break. Mom and I walked in and Michelle lit up
    like a Christmas tree. I went out to our special place and waited. Mom joined
    me a few minutes later and just then the girls came out too. They looked at Mom
    and got very quiet and polite.

    Mom asked, “May I ask what you girls are doing with my son?”

    Rachael said, “My sister just had her 18th birthday. That means that our father
    will give her to Jimmy, our second cousin. She doesn’t even like him. I’m mated
    to his older brother and I’m to be married in a few months. I don’t love him
    either, but that is our custom, to marry within our religion.”

    Michelle said, “I have been in love with your son, and decided to marry him
    against my father’s wishes.”

    Rachael said, “If she does marry him, she will be excommunicated and shunned by
    our Mennonite population.”

    Michelle said, “I don’t care. I love him! I really do. Besides I am no longer a
    virgin and cannot marry within my Mennonite community.”

    Rachael was stunned at hearing the news and said, “You didn’t; you couldn’t!”

    Michelle said, “I could and we did, yesterday.”

    Mom said, “Yes, I was told. Now what do we do about it?”

    Rachael said, “First our father needs to be told, then he will tell the Church
    Elders, and then they will call for a Shun and then none of us will be able to
    look or talk to her for at least two years; or possibly, ever.”

    I said, “Oh shit.”

    Michelle gave me a hug and a sweet kiss and then said, “It’s not your fault, it
    was my decision, and I knew that you would not resist me. I take all of the
    blame.”

    I replied, “I love you, Michelle.”

    Michelle smiled and said, “I love you too.”

    Mom asked, “When should we talk to your father?”

    Michelle replied, “Right now. He is in his office.”

    So we all followed Michelle to her father’s office, she knocked politely, and
    told him that she needed to tell him something important.

    He looked up at us and motioned us in. Mom closed the door and stood between
    Michelle and me with Rachael next to her sister.  Michelle introduced us.

    Michelle told her father, “I do not want to become engaged to Jimmy or marry
    him. I do not love him and I do not believe in arranged marriages. I love
    Franky and want to marry him. Besides we have already had sex.”

    Her father turned beat red as his breathing was heavy. Michelle feared  he
    would burst an artery. Finally he looked at my mother and stammered, “Take her
    out of my sight. I’ll contact you as to when the Tribunal will meet on Sunday.”

    We walked out of the office and watched as Michelle and Rachael hugged, kissed,
    and cried. Then Michelle took us through the front door of the store and walked
    hand-in-hand with me, to our car. She still chose to sit quietly in the front
    seat so, as not to sit next to a boy who was ‘not related’ to her.

    When Dad got home, Mom gave him the news. He could see the excitement in our
    faces and said that he would do what he could to help us. Mom suggested that
    she spend the night in my bed but Michelle refused saying that it would not be
    right.

    “ I believe I must live right, despite the actions I took

    when my family provoked me.”

    Mom laughed and said, “You let him make love to you out behind your father’s
    store but you can’t sleep with him. Isn’t that contradictory? My dear daughter;
    Has God joined you two together?”

    Michelle said, “You are right but I have nothing to sleep in.”

    Mom smiled and said, “I don’t wear anything to bed. That way my man can touch
    me whenever he wants too. After all, I gave myself to him freely, as you did my
    son, is that right?”

    No one seemed to notice Dad’s blushing, when mom revealed

    her bedtime attire.

    Michelle nodded. Then mom said; “I do have nightgowns that

    your mother wouldn’t be caught dead in, if you would like to see them.”

    Michelle smiled and took Mom up on her offer. A while later they came
    downstairs to Dad and me. Michelle was barefoot and wearing a silver satin
    dressing robe. They had changed the bed linens on my bed and cleaned it up for
    our unofficial honeymoon suite.

    The un-ceremonial ceremony.

    Taking my hand, she led me slowly up to our bedroom. There

    were two scented candles burning and soft romantic music playing in the
    background when we entered.

    Before entering, Michelle said; “Franky; before God I

    declare myself consecrated to you as your wife. I pledge my faithfulness and
    devotion.”

    I was stunned and speechless. All I could do is drop to one

    knee and look her in the eyes; “Dear Michelle. I want to be the best husband
    that I can be. I pledge the same devotion and faithfulness to you, as well.”

    She smiled and pulled on my arm. With tears of joy she said;

    “Oh, Franky!” Pulling me into her embrace, she added; “Dear God; Accept our
    pledges and bless our union. Help us to honor you in our marriage. Bless us
    with children. Provide for and protect our home. Let us celebrate this night
    with your blessing and favor.”

    Then, stepping into the room she turned to me as I shut the door. Michelle
    smiled at me as she opened her robe and showed me what she was wearing. It was
    one of Mom’s sexiest negligees. It was so sheer that it was transparent with
    just a hint of pinkness. Michelle was practically nude in front of me.

    She stood there letting me peruse her beautiful teenage

    body. Her tits were about a C cup, quite firm, and capped with nice light pink
    areolas and nipples. Her pussy had a light coating of brown hair that matched
    the hair on her head. I could see the goose bumps raising on her arms from her
    excitement. I took her robe and led her to my bed, putting her in it, and
    covering her. Then I undressed for her. She had not even seen my cock when she
    slipped it into herself. I liked the way that she smiled at me as I climbed in
    bed with her. She took great interest in how my stiff cock swayed as I crawled
    in next to her.

    We spent hours kissing, cuddling, and talking about our future together. I
    proposed to her, she accepted, and we were officially engaged to be married. We
    consummated our engagement with gentle and loving sexual intercourse as she
    called it.

    We fell asleep in one another’s arms and were not disturbed

    until around noon, on Friday, when Mom tapped on the door and offered us
    breakfast or lunch in bed if we wanted it. Michelle asked Mom to call us when
    it was time for dinner.

    We had the next five hours to snuggle in bed, talk some more, and make love two
    more times. We were perfect for one another. We were soul mates. We were in
    love.

    When we came down for dinner, Dad was there and asked how our day went.
    Michelle answered that with, “Quite well, thank you. We talked everything out,
    he proposed, and we are engaged to be married. We even consummated it three
    time times, once last night, and twice today.”

    Dad smiled and said, “That’s, uh; too much information.”

    Mom smiled and said, “Michelle, what my husband meant to say was that he didn’t
    need the intimate details.”

    Michelle asked, “You are allowed to speak for your husband?”

    Dad laughed and said, “Try to stop her.”

    Mom replied, “Yes Michelle, in the non-Mennonite world, women are people too,
    we get to vote, and express our opinions, just as men do.”

    Michelle said, “I think that I can get used to that.” Then she smiled at Dad
    and asked, “How is your love life?”

    Dad spit out his tea and almost choked to death. Mom laughed. Finally Dad said,
    “None of your business, young lady.”

    Mom and I were practically rolling on the floor in laughter.


    Michelle apologized to Dad for her comment and then told Mom how much I had
    liked her nightie. Mom suggested that she could take Michelle shopping for
    non-Mennonite clothes.

    43 min
  • Stacey’s Breastgasms: Part 2
    Her Spontaineous Breastgasms: Part 2
    Reliving a strange phenomenon.

    Based on

    a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Lying there

    in bed, the feel of my wife's mouth and tongue as she teasingly pleasured me
    was erotic enough. Marsha could suck cock like nobody's business, and she was
    driving me nuts just as she knew she could. But what I also enjoyed was the
    fact she got aroused, turned on whenever I shared any experiences, any stories
    with her, just as she was now. And just as she so often did for me too.

    "So

    what happened after that night?" She then asked. I was having trouble
    concentrating, but then I drifted back in time...remembering.

    "It was

    that very next Monday, after school, and after I had taken a beating from my
    friends, though not in the literal sense. Stacy was on the prom committee, and
    they were meeting a short time later after school planning and preparing for
    our graduating dance. We'd previously agreed to meet at Johnson &
    Johnson's," I told her. I saw the confused look on my wife's face as I
    said that, knowing I'd have to explain, which I then did.

    "As in

    the baby oil?" she asked questioningly, as I knew she would. I laughed,
    shaking my head no.

    "No, we

    called it that because of two very popular teachers at the school a year back
    prior to all this. When the school was originally built, someone fucked up on
    the dimensions, when they built the wall between the auditorium and the gym,
    they didn't quite come together the way it had been planned for. What they
    ended up with was a little hall that led nowhere, a three and a half foot dead
    end. An alcove that later on they planted a tall fake tree in, though someone
    kept moving it. It became a running joke as to where the tree would end up,
    leaving that weird little alcove vacant. In the beginning, it was a place to go
    and steal a quick kiss with your girlfriend, it wasn't long before it became a
    status symbol for anyone who did."

    "Ok,"

    Marsha said following along, "But where does the Johnson and Johnson come
    in?" she then asked.

    "Someone

    caught Mrs. Johnson, and Mr. Johnson kissing one another in that alcove.

    "So?

    What's wrong with two obviously married teachers having a little fun, simply
    kissing one another?"

    "Nothing...except

    they were both married to different Johnson's at the time," I told her.

    "Oh!"

    My wife laughed. "Now I see!"

    "Over

    time, the story went from someone catching them kissing, to someone catching
    them touching, to finally...someone catching them actually fucking. Eventually
    they were both called in. Denied any of that ever happened of course, but
    sadly...they were both let go the following year. Ever since then, that alcove
    that then had a permanently chained tree sitting inside it, was known as Johnson
    and Johnson corner," which is where Stacy and I had agreed to meet after
    school. Now...the other thing about that was, the school had quite stupidly
    created the perfect place, the perfect camouflage to hide what now really began
    to happen there. Bushy enough, and big enough to hide someone's presence, it
    was no obstacle to slip around the tree and hide in back of it without being
    seen. So ironically, the very rumor that had caused the expulsion of the two
    teachers, now became even more symbolic, and more of a challenge to become a
    rapidly growing member of a very secretive club. Stacy wanted us to meet there,
    become members before we graduated. So we decided to meet there quickly before
    her committee meeting.

    I sighed

    delightedly as Marsha began sucking my cock hungrily. "Go on..." she
    slurred.

    "So

    anyway...she was already waiting for me behind the tree when I got there. She
    had taken off her top, her cute little boobs totally bare, nipples rock hard
    and waiting for me when I came around and found her. I doubt seriously that
    anyone actually fucked behind that tree, though there were claims by a few who
    said they did. I know we were scared that we'd still be discovered, even with
    it being after school. So I'm sure that a majority of those who claimed they
    had, were simple exaggerations as well. But Stacy and I were determined at
    least to do something, and that came in the form of me getting her off, simply
    by playing with her tits, which I did. I sucked them, played with her nipples,
    pulling on them just the way she liked until she came. And as I would learn
    later, I knew she had, simply by the way her face screwed up whenever she did,
    whether it was simply by tit-play, or when I eventually went down on her, and
    even fucked her for the first time the night we actually graduated. But I'll
    save that story for another time," I said smiling. "Point
    being...after that, wherever, and whenever we could over the course of the next
    few weeks, I was constantly getting Stacy off, just by playing with her tits whenever
    we could get away with it."

    "Well

    don't stop now...or I will!" Marsha warned me. "What happened
    next?"

    "Well,

    we got braver and bolder as the days went. Though since Stacy hardly ever wore
    a bra by now, that made it a whole lot easier for us. The fact her nipples
    seemed to get even more sensitive, making it easier for her to actually climax,
    and far more quickly too, we'd started doing things almost right out in the
    open in fact. As we often did, I had walked her to her next to last class, my
    own just across the hall from hers, we always had a few minutes to chat before
    the bell rang, so once again, as usual, we were standing there leaning up
    against the lockers as some of the others in our classes walked by. We were
    standing in such a way that we were shielding what my hand was doing to her
    with our books. I was just fingering her nipple, through her blouse in fact,
    though enjoying the fact it was fucking rock hard, flicking it back and forth,
    grazing it with my fingernail when she came. For a moment, I thought she was
    going to pass out, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head, reaching
    out to steady herself, grabbing onto my arm as she climaxed. Which is when Miss
    Peterson, her teacher walked by heading towards the class. She saw the look on
    Stacy's face, stopped to ask if she was alright as she looked ill, about to
    pass out. It was all we could do to keep from laughing, though Stacy did in
    fact feign being "dizzy" after that, which she was...but not for the
    reason Miss Peterson thought of course. She then asked if I'd take Stacy down
    to the nurses office and have her looked at. Which I did. I gave her another
    orgasm while sitting in the office waiting for the nurse to come out and see
    her. Like I said, we started doing some pretty risky things then, disappearing
    into one classroom or another between our own classes. Sometimes...if we had
    time, Stacy would jerk me off. She loved having me cum on her tits, which very
    often made her cum again, just thinking about my sticky wet spunk clinging to
    her boobs. After that happened the first couple of times, I started calling her
    "Breastgasm" since she seemed to be able to have an orgasm almost at
    the drop of a hat, or rather...at the merest, slightest touch of my hands on
    her tits. It was almost automatic with her after that."

    "So

    what happened that caused the two of you to breakup?" My wife asked.

    "Well

    that really is the weird and sad part to the story. As I told you, Stacy and I
    had already decided we were going to give one another our virginity on graduation
    night. We'd been talking about it, and planning it for the past couple of
    weeks. I'd actually booked a nice room at a nearby hotel, though I wasn't the
    only one who had done that either. Once again, it was something a lot of
    seniors did, getting rooms under the pretense of not driving home drunk, which
    everyone's parents knew we would be. And completely ignoring, or overlooking
    the obvious. Such was the way of things back then. Anyway, we made a mistake,
    got caught...though at the time, neither one of us knew it, not until the very
    next day, during the dance. And even then, Stacy didn't let on anything until
    much later on that evening, after we'd actually had sex for the very first time
    together. It was the first... and last time we ever did."

    "Go

    on," My wife said, completely forgetting all about my cock now, though she
    still held it in her hand. "What happened then?"

    "We

    were both horny...and careless, thinking about the following night. I'd gone to
    help Stacy with the last of the decorations in the gym prior to the dance. We
    had decided to have one of our "tit quickies" and ducked out,
    thinking we'd be alone and unnoticed as we slipped into the girl's locker room,
    back into the shower area. Obviously, no one was in there, and certainly not in
    the showers, so we thought we were perfectly safe. Unbeknownst to either one of
    us, John, Danny, Jake and Matthew had seen us duck out, and soon after,
    followed us inside. They all watched as I stood there sucking on Stacy's tits,
    watched as she climaxed, and then climaxed again...and again...and, again! They
    knew then, I'd been telling them the truth the first time when I first told
    them she could, and did actually climax that way. They left before we did, so
    at first, neither one of us knew they had seen us. We went back to the gym, and
    I soon after left as Stacy was going home with one of the other girls as soon
    as they finished up.

     

     

     John was

    waiting for her out in the parking lot when they came out. He then told her
    what I had told all of them so very long ago. How she could cum simply by
    having her boobs played with. He didn't tell her they'd actually watched us
    doing that either. As far as she knew, I'd been bragging all along, telling all
    my friends everything we'd done and had been doing. He then clinched it by
    telling her I had in fact just told him a short while ago, how we'd gone into
    the shower room together, and how I'd gotten her off then too."

    "And

    yet the two of you still went to the dance, and even fucked afterwards that
    evening?" My wife asked incredulously.

    "Yeah,

    we did. Like I said, that was the weird part. Stacy never let on just how upset
    and mad at me that she was. But...oddly enough, she also didn't want things to
    end between us, until we actually had made love together, at least once anyway.
    So that's what happened. I went through the entire evening without a clue that
    anything was wrong. After the dance, we went back to the hotel, made love,
    which I thought was beautiful for us both, but then afterwards, she got up,
    said she needed to do something, and left. Which surprised me as she didn't
    explain what it was or why. So I waited, wondering...and then finally got up
    and went looking for her. As I said, there were several couples from our class
    that had booked rooms there. There were parties going on everywhere, so I
    thought that maybe Stacy had gotten sucked into one of them. I started looking
    for her, going from room to room. And then I found her a short time
    later."

    I paused

    remembering, it all seemed so surreal back then, even now.

    "Remember

    that guy I told you about sitting next to us at the drive-in?"

    "Yeah?"

    "Well,

    we ran into one another in the hallway, literally. He was running, came around
    the corner when we collided. Took him a minute to remember me, recognize who I
    was. When he did, he smiled sheepishly and said, "Hey man...sorry to hear
    about you and your girlfriend, but from what I hear, she really is hot, and
    really can get off just by having her boobs played with!"

    "Stunned,

    I watched as he ran down the hall, knocked on a door, and then let himself in.
    Which is when I heard Stacy's laugh. The way she laughed, especially when she
    was drunk, horny and excited, was unmistakable. I then ran down the hall
    myself, didn't bother knocking, just opened the door. She was standing there in
    her formal gown, except that her boobs were bare, hanging out. John was sucking
    on one of them as she stood there, some other guy, someone I didn't know,
    sucking on the other. She was in the midst of having an orgasm at that very
    moment when I walked in. Needless to say, I turned around and left. Drove home.
    Two weeks later I was in the Navy and headed for boot camp. Never saw Stacy
    again."

    "So how

    did you find out the truth about why she did what she did?" My wife asked.

    "Ironically,

    it was at the ten year reunion. Stacy wasn't even there, she didn't come. I
    heard through the grapevine she had in fact just gotten back from her
    honeymoon, and perhaps knowing I was going to be there, decided under the
    circumstances that it wouldn't be a good idea for her to show up. Obviously,
    the wounds were still deep enough that she would feel awkward running into me
    again, even though she had recently gotten married. It was towards the end of
    the evening when I heard laughter coming from a nearby table, I walked over just
    in time to hear someone sitting there telling this story how the four of them
    had walked in on Stacy and me in the shower area. He then proceeded to tell the
    others sitting there how Stacy was duped into believing I'd betrayed her.
    Needless to say, he shut up when he looked up and saw me standing only a few
    feet away, but by then I'd heard everything. I looked around, saw John standing
    over by the buffet table talking to another old girlfriend of his, and walked
    over. Up until now, I'd avoided him and the other guys most of the night. I
    tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around surprised to find me standing
    there, and actually offered me his hand. That's when I turned the lights out
    for him. I left soon afterwards. But at least now I knew why things had
    happened the way they had."

    "Well,

    I for one am glad that they did, or I might not be married to you now,"
    Marsha told me as she slid up onto my chest, hovering just above me as she
    rested her wet moist pussy against my shaft. "Still a sad story though, wonder
    if she'll be at the reunion this year?" she asked.

    I didn't

    answer, nor think about it any further. I simply slid my hard cock deep inside
    my wife's lovely cunt, and enjoyed the pleasure I found there.

    **

    On Friday we

    went to my high school thirty year reunion, which was actually being held at
    the old high school. The first thing Marsha asked me to show her when we walked
    in was Johnson & Johnson corner. I laughed when we arrived there, it had
    been walled up and bricked in. Something they perhaps should have done to begin
    with, though the wall itself was now covered with hundreds of carved initials.
    I looked about hurriedly, withdrew my pocketknife and added my own, as well as
    Stacy's to the display. Marsha laughed hugging me to her, and then followed me
    over to the sign in table so we could pick up our name badges.

    For those

    who had graduated and were in attendance, they had included a picture of how
    we'd looked back then; beside our names. After thirty years, a lot of people
    had changed and it was becoming harder and harder to recognize a few people the
    way they looked now as opposed to the way they looked back then. Some as I saw
    as Marsha and I wandered about hadn't changed all that much. Though there was
    the maturity of age that touched us all, the eyes never did change. We stood
    and spoke with friends I knew and still considered to be so, feeling more and
    more pleased about myself that I hadn't let myself go as opposed to a few
    others that were there. Periodically I glanced about, wondering if Stacy would
    in fact be there this year, not at all sad to find that John and the other
    three pricks weren't.

    "Maybe

    they heard you were coming," my wife joked when I told her I hadn't seen
    any of the others. I laughed at that.

    "I

    caught John by surprise," I reminded her. "He was bigger than I was
    even then, if anything...it should be me who should be worried," I quipped
    back, though after thirty years, I couldn't imagine that John would still be
    holding a grudge. Either way, I decided it might be best to keep my eyes out
    for him, just in case.

    We mingled

    for a bit, chatted it up with a few friends, and then found ourselves a table
    to sit at as dinner began. As we were sitting there, I glanced up about to take
    a bite of my prime rib when I saw her.

    "Oh my

    god! She's here!" I said speaking to my wife. Marsha didn't need to ask
    who, or where, she looked up in the direction I was looking. Stacy stood only a
    short distance away, looking towards us, it was evident she had just seen me
    too.

    "Invite

    her over," my wife told me. "Go on David...wave her over. I'd like to
    meet her for one. But maybe it's about time you finally put the past behind the
    two of you," she added.

    I kissed my

    wife, stood, and waved in Stacy's direction. Surprised, she smiled and then
    somewhat awkwardly made her way over. There was an extra seat at our table,
    Marsha again the one to invite her to sit down and join us as I introduced the
    two of them.

    "Been a

    long time, David," she said after meeting my wife. "You haven't
    changed all that much," she told me.

    "Neither

    have you," I replied back. Aside from putting on a few extra pounds, which
    we all had, and now wearing her long hair cut short, far shorter than I would
    have imagined her ever wearing it, she really hadn't.

    "Well

    thanks, but you're just being kind," she said taking her seat. "Your
    wife's beautiful," she then added once again smiling towards Marsha.

    "David's

    always had good taste in women," Marsha responded back winking at her. The
    awkwardness of the moment in seeing her again quickly passed. Before long we
    were enjoying our dinner together and catching up on old times. It was then
    that I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring, though I didn't ask her about
    it until she brought it up herself, explaining that she had actually gotten
    divorced two years ago. What I didn't know until that moment, was the fact she
    had married Jake, one of the guys who had actually spied on the two of us in
    the shower room.

    "Sorry

    to hear that," I told her, though I was smiling secretly to myself that
    she'd eventually dumped the guy. By now, we were all feeling comfortable around
    one another, though the free-flowing booze had certainly helped.

    "I

    don't know how much David has told you about us," she wondered asking, as
    my wife answered her.

     

     

    "David and

    I don't have, or keep any secrets from one another," Marsha told her.
    "In fact, we very often share things with one another in the heat of the
    moment...if you know what I mean," she surprised me in explaining to her.
    "So I'm very much aware of everything between the two of you, and don't
    mind saying...I'm jealous of you. Wish I had the ability to do that myself, do
    you still?" Marsha then asked, shocking me in asking it that she did, and
    seeing poor Stacy's face suddenly turn crimson at the question. Though
    thankfully, she laughed at that, out loud.

    "To be

    perfectly honest with you both...it has been a while. But yes, as David and you
    obviously both know, I can yes."

    I excused

    myself to step outside for a smoke, giving the two of them a chance to talk freely
    for one. It seemed like Stacy was glad for the companionship, and it gave me a
    chance to collect myself after seeing her again for the first time in years. It
    wasn't as though I had any feelings for her, beyond hoping we could at least
    bury the past. But I did hope that perhaps at some point we could sit down and
    have lunch together, and then let bygones be bygones. When I returned, the
    girls were missing, though Cheryl and Mike who'd been sitting with us at the
    table informed me the girls had headed off to the restroom and would be back
    shortly.

    They

    returned a few minutes later, laughing and holding hands like they'd been
    friends for years. "Stacy took me on a tour of the girl's locker
    room," she stated as they retook their seats. "I had to see the infamous
    place for myself," she then teased Stacy, who once again sat there
    blushing as she said that. But her comment and tour had opened up the door,
    which I prepared to step through myself, though Stacy beat me to it before I
    could.

    "I'm

    sorry about what happened," she told me. "I didn't learn the truth
    until several years later," she added. "I should have known
    better...but, I was young at the time..."

    "As we

    all were," I interjected.

    Stacy nodded

    her head and continued. "You know the really ironic thing was, even after
    I had learned the truth about what

    29 min
  • Stacey’s Breastgasms: Part 1
    Stacey’s Breastgasms: Part 1.
    A high school reunion brings back fond mammories.

    Based on

    a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    It had been

    a very long time since I'd seen many of my old high school friends and buddies.
    The last time had been at the ten year reunion, this would be the thirty year
    reunion, and I knew that most of us would have changed between now and then;
    dramatically.

    Although I

    was still in reasonably good shape, even without working out specifically, I
    had still put on a few pounds, but with the exception of a few perhaps, I
    figured everyone would be in the same boat as I was. I still had a full head of
    dark hair, though I had noticed just a sprinkle of gray had begun at the
    temples. The one thing about myself I had always considered my best feature
    however, were my eyes, bright blue with just a hint of gray in them. There was
    a caption in the yearbook next to my photo, it read: "Bedroom eyes".

    Though my

    wife Marsha hadn't attended the same school I had, nor would know any of my old
    friends, she was looking forward to going almost as much as I was. And I for
    one was looking forward to showing her off. Marsha had a great body, though a
    few years younger than me, and certainly my graduating class, giving her a bit
    of an edge perhaps in the looks department. Fairly large breasted, a tight
    waist and firm well rounded ass, I had no doubt she would be the envy of many
    women there. And though she knew I was secretly entertaining those very
    thoughts, she was looking forward to going for no other reason than to perhaps
    meet a few of my old high school girlfriends that I had shared erotic naughty
    stories about with her over the past few weeks.

    And one in

    particular came to mind, wondering if she would in fact, be there, though she
    hadn't come to the ten year reunion, so it had been at least thirty years since
    I had even seen Stacy. I had shared the story of our dating experiences with my
    wife, which had excited Marsha tremendously. Mainly because of the somewhat
    unusual circumstances, and very erotic nature of my old girlfriend, which was
    far different than anyone, I had ever known, including now.

    The thing

    about Stacy that was so unusual, was the fact she could climax simply by having
    her tits played with. Maybe there were other women who could do this, but I'd
    never met anyone else, not like Stacy anyway. Even my own wife Marsha, who
    loved it when I played with her tits, as much as I wanted to, in fact; She
    didn't climax simply from my playing with her the way Stacy did. And not that I
    minded, certainly not. The fact that Marsha enjoyed as much attention as I gave
    her in that regard was something I relished, enjoyed and was more than pleased
    with. Marsha has fairly large tits with extremely sensitive nipples, though not
    too sensitive as to detract from the enjoyment of being able to play with them
    to my heart's content.

    I've

    actually known a couple of women who were exact opposites. One girl allowed my
    fondling of her with indifference. She had even forewarned me before hand that
    she felt virtually nothing when I, or anyone else for that matter played with
    her boobs. Basically, she got nothing out of it beyond seeing me becoming
    aroused myself. Unfortunately, part of my arousal and excitement has always
    come from seeing the woman become aroused or excited by whatever I was doing.
    So in this instance at least, it was a bit of a letdown, and thus took away
    from the pleasure I would normally have received.

    On the other

    side of that same coin, I had also known a woman who's nipples were simply too
    sensitive. Once aroused, she could hardly stand to have anyone even touch them.
    Even just looking at them sent her into giggling fits, super sensitivity once
    again taking away from, rather than adding to, the enjoyment and sensuality of
    that particular form of foreplay. Which was a crying shame too, as Gayle; as I
    recall her name being, had a really nice looking set of tits too. But once she
    was truly aroused, it was always "hands off", after that.

    Now the

    thing about Stacy was, she didn't have really large tits either. She was the
    type of girl that a well-known saying was written for, "More than a
    (good-sized) handful is wasted!"

    I guess if

    you were to classify her, her tits would be considered on the small side.
    Certainly not flat chested, not by any means, and yes, when I held them within
    my hands, they filled them more than adequately with still a bit left over for
    good measure. But the thing was, Stacy literally could climax, and very often
    did, just by my playing with them.

    We had

    started dating, had been going out for well over a month with nothing more than
    a few deep soulful kisses being shared between us. With her tits being not
    quite so large, she very often didn't wear a bra, her pert nipples poking
    through and pressing against the material of whatever tee shirt or tank top she
    was wearing. But I always found it interesting that she only did that, going
    without a bra, whenever it was an activity or an event that virtually made it
    impossible for me to even think about trying anything. Both times we'd gone to
    the drive in theatre, she had worn a bra, making it obvious by her suddenly
    hidden and protected nipples that she was. (I later learned she even went so
    far as to wear a nipple cover beneath her bra, much like protective pasties, on
    those evenings when we'd gone out where the temptation might have been too much
    for either one of us to adhere too.)

    Like I said,

    up until now, I hadn't even touched her, though I also hadn't made any real
    attempt in doing so either, not wanting her to feel like that was all I wanted
    from her; sex.

     I mean I

    did, but not purely just for that either. I really liked her. Stacy was the
    first girl I felt like I could have real feelings for, and because of it, I was
    content to take my time and see how things went.

    It was

    perhaps our seventh or eighth real date. We had gone to the drive-in movie,
    which was now becoming a weekly event for us, and something we both looked
    forward to. As was usually the case, it was a double feature with the movie we
    really wanted to see coming on second. Some twenty or thirty minutes before
    intermission, with each of us bored with the first movie already, we'd quite
    naturally gravitated to kissing and cuddling, as we'd been doing every time we
    came to the drive in, waiting for the second feature to start. And not that I
    minded that either, Stacy was fun as hell to kiss, and it never failed to get
    either one of us all hot and bothered, though we very often had to force
    ourselves to take a break whenever that happened, before things got too carried
    away. Intermission was always great for that it seemed, giving each of us an
    excuse, though I daresay, it was Stacy who used it as one. I'd have been
    content to continue on with what we were doing, even with the lights lit up on
    the blank screen in front of us. Needless to say, I was pretty much expecting
    that to happen as we sat there, necking in the front seat of my car, wondering
    how much longer we had before the movie finally ended.

    Now maybe

    this was typical of the times back then, perhaps many can relate to this. But
    there was a sort of a non-spoken game that I think was quite often played in
    the front seat of every car with a pair of young teens in it. Whether it be at
    a drive-in, or parked on some lover's lane some place, or even on the couch in
    the den at her parent's house. We all played it, and we all went home with
    smiles on our faces afterwards if we (in our minds) made any sort of progress
    since the last time we played it.

    I think the

    unofficial name of the game was, "How close did you come?" And not
    meaning "cum" per say...but how close did you get to actually
    touching her tits?" I know for a good many of my friends, it was very
    often the topic of conversation, come Monday afternoon during gym class.
    "How far did you get? What happened? What did you do to get that
    far?" We all shared... techniques that seemed to work, more importantly,
    the attempts that failed so that no one else would make the same mistakes.

    I was in

    fact at that very moment, running through my own mind the advice one of my
    closest buds had given me that past Monday afternoon. He was the first amongst
    us to actually succeed in the titty-department, now a God as far as the rest of
    us were concerned, and now armed with invaluable information, though I was
    scared to death to actually try it. As was most everyone else I could only guess.

     

     

    "Just

    touch it!" He's said simply. Could it honestly be that easy? I mean you
    didn't just get in the car, reach over and grab her boob, certainly not.
    But...once the real kissing had gotten started and had been going on for a
    while, and then it was time to try that. "No tentative, creeping up on
    it," he'd informed us. Which some few of us had tried, and had failed at.
    It gave the girls far too much advanced warning, as we soon after learned.
    Allowing them too much time to think about it before it happened, most then
    chickening out, or deciding in that brief moment it was either far too soon for
    that, or they simply weren't ready for it even if it wasn't.

    According to

    Jim "The God" of booby fondling, you simply lifted your hand and
    placed it directly over your girlfriends boob, and then softly caressed it.
    With luck, she let you keep your hand there for a few seconds at the very
    least. And even if she eventually did decide to make you move it off her, you
    had still gotten to "cop a feel of her tit," as we called it. And
    that was better than running your fingers off to the side, never quite actually
    touching it, before being told "No...don't," or feeling her hand
    moving yours away.

    A little

    booby was better than no booby. And so far, I was still on the "no booby
    at all" side of things.

    Our kissing

    had finally reached the tongue fencing stage, which never failed to arouse the
    two of us, but it was also the first sign that we'd be taking a much needed
    (not wanted)break soon, especially with the music informing the two of us that
    the first movie was coming to an end. It was now or never the way I saw it. And
    in the next instant, my hand was resting directly on her tit, through her tee
    shirt of course, but on her tit! I think that moment surprised both of us for a
    number of reasons. She wasn't expecting it for one, but she didn't haul off and
    deck me either. Only seconds had passed, but my hand remained as I kneaded the
    softness of her tit like a contented cat. For me at least, it felt like an
    eternity, and I was already rehearsing my speech for the guys come Monday, when
    I felt Stacy's hand suddenly covering mine.

    "Damn!"

    I thought to myself. "Here it comes, the gentle, but firm pull away. The
    unspoken "No," though the barrier had been crossed, even if the barriers
    were about to be put up again. Still...I'd actually touched titty, real titty.
    So even if it was a two or perhaps three second fondling, I'd finally achieved
    the penultimate in front seat groping with one's girlfriend.

    What I

    didn't expect, was when her hand remained on mine, and my hand remained on her
    tit, the sound of my name being sung ever so softly as I sat there.
    "Oh...David!"

    Even with

    her bra on, I now felt the sudden emergence of her hard extended little nipple.
    But even more surprisingly, her gasp, the audible sigh of pleasure that escaped
    her lips in a long drawn out pleasured sound, unlike any I had ever heard
    before. But that nipple! Oh my god, that nipple! I swear it had burned an
    impression within the palm of my hand, half tempted to check, though fearful of
    doing so, which would mean taking my hand away. Something I didn't dare do, as
    I was already well into the twenty or thirty second mark of booby fondling,
    which I felt had to be some sort of a new worlds record at the very least for
    first time tit fondlers.

    The second

    the lights came on, on the screen just a few rows in front of us, Stacy
    suddenly took my hand and gently moved it off and away from her. Even though
    she did, I was floating on cloud nine, not even aware of the massive erection
    in my pants, the short-circuiting of my own arousal not as yet registering in
    my head as Stacy slid over a few inches, putting distance between us.

    "I'll

    be right back," she said reaching for the door. "Get us some popcorn,
    and something to drink," she then added smiling at me. Which was a big
    relief in a way, I'd gotten to finally fondle her boob, and she wasn't mad at
    me for doing it either!

    I sat for

    several long moment's willing my cock to go down, watching as several single
    girls all seemed to pile out of their cars one by one, heading back towards the
    restrooms. It was obvious I wasn't the only guy waiting patiently for his
    erection to go down before making their way inside the refreshment stand
    either. When it had gone down to sufficiently allow me to go inside, though
    wickedly smiling to myself that perhaps there would still be enough of a
    noticeable bulge showing without being obscene, and thus serving an entirely
    different purpose, I climbed out of the car and went inside to grab our drinks
    and the popcorn. In doing so, I also scanned the crowd to see if there were any
    of my buddies there. If there were, then sharing secret signals on how well
    we'd done. Unfortunately, there was no one there I hung out with, so my
    achievement would have to wait until the following Monday.

    I was still

    reliving the experience second by second, running it over and over again inside
    my head when Stacy returned to the car. I handed her, her drink, and sat the
    bucket of popcorn on the seat between us. As I did so, I happened to glance
    over and saw that her nipples, both of them were still pressing even more
    firmly, more obviously than I ever remembered seeing them before against the
    material of her shirt. And then I knew why...Stacy had removed her bra
    entirely!

    Minutes

    later as the lights came down again, and the second feature started, Stacy and
    I came together like a pair of magnets. I remember the tub of popcorn being
    knocked over, spilling onto the floor of my freshly cleaned and vacuumed
    carpeting. I could have cared less. And like magnets, my hand, or rather both
    of them actually, found each of Stacy's tits, (braless tits mind you)
    simultaneously. Now I was touching both boobs (well sort of anyway) but the
    fact she was no longer wearing a bra, essentially giving me the so called
    "green light", once again a never-before reached level of
    achievement, (not even by John the God himself). I think every hair on my
    entire body was standing on end. Goose bumps galore racing up and down my
    entire body, along with my rock-hard cock, that was now almost painfully
    uncomfortable as I sat half twisted in my seat, both hands caressing Stacy's
    soft full tits. But the best was yet to come.

    I had within

    a short span of time, graduated from booby fondling, to nipple pinching. It was
    like graduating from high school early, and going on to college. The fact I was
    actually thumbing and exploring those hard little nubbins of flesh (even if it
    was still through her thin tee shirt) was well beyond my wildest imaginings. (Well
    ok...maybe that's going a little too far), but...it was certainly more than I'd
    expected to happen during the course of the evening.

    Once again,

    she placed her hands over both of mine, and then I thought, "Okay, so now she's
    bringing things to a screeching halt," perfectly content with that if she
    had. Already I had blown the roof off anything any of the other guys had
    achieved, including John, who in my mind no longer warranted "God
    status", a title I couldn't claim myself either as it had to be given you
    by the others. But already I was imagining the official ceremony taking place
    come Monday.

    With Stacy's

    hands now covering mine, I felt her lift them, still holding mine, almost
    pulling away, though she held each of mine in hers tighter still. In the next
    instant, I felt the touch of skin on skin, her hands now guiding each of mine
    beneath her tee shirt! I seriously couldn't believe this was happening. Within
    seconds, I now had twin impressions permanently burned within the palms of each
    hand, as I now covered those extended nipples of hers directly, palming and
    again kneading them at first, before delicately locating each within my finger
    tips.

     Once again

    Stacy moaned, her cry of pleasure easily heard as the couple sitting in the car
    next to us suddenly looked over. I felt prouder than hell as I saw the guy
    suddenly smile, giving me the thumbs up. I'd seen him around at school, though
    I didn't know him. But I also knew now that the story would spread, giving
    confirmation to my coronation come Monday.

    I lost all

    sense of my surroundings along with my newfound status when I heard Stacy say,
    "Suck them."

    Everything

    else became a blur after that. As my mouth actually surrounded one of her hard
    little points, gathering it between my lips as I gently suckled her tit, three
    things seemed to happen at once.

    One, I came

    in my pants. It was quite unexpected and unplanned for. And though embarrassed
    that I had, I still had the secret advantage of her not knowing that.

    Secondly, it

    did at least alleviate the ever growing pressure I was feeling.

    And three,

    it made it a hell of a lot more comfortable to sit there, even if I could feel
    the sticky moisture of my climax bathing my rapidly deflating cock. Which
    surprisingly, didn't stay that way for as nearly long as I might have expected.

    The only

    thing that really mattered now, was the fact I was going back and forth between
    each one of her tits, sucking them, flicking them with my tongue, while my
    fingers played ‘follow the leader’ on her other tit. It was only a few moments
    later when Stacy did the one thing I would never have expected her to do in a
    million, trillion years. She came.

     

     

    My orgasm

    had been a silent, secret, though messy one. I think I may have grimaced with
    my lips surrounding her nipple, but that was about as much as I gave away.
    Stacy on the other hand, simply cried out, unabashedly, unashamedly, and
    uninhibitedly. I wish now I had looked over to our companions sitting on either
    side of us, I'd loved to have seen the expression on their faces then. But I
    was simply too busy still sucking and fondling Stacy's tits to bother looking,
    tempted as I may have been.

    Now, as

    stupid as this may sound, (and probably does) I still didn't know, or grasp the
    fact she'd just had an orgasm. I wasn't so naive as to believe girls didn't; however,
    the mechanics I knew involved other things needing to take place before that
    could be achieved. And unless she'd been secretly fondling herself in some way
    that I wasn't aware of, her cry of pleasure simply signaled to me that she was
    enjoying whatever the hell it was I was doing. So imagine my surprise when
    Stacy finally pushed me away. Talk about confused. One second I'm thinking
    she's hotter than she's ever been, certainly hotter than any girl I've ever
    known or been with, and the next second, she's calling a sudden screeching halt
    to the proceedings.

    "Maybe

    you'd better take me home," she says quietly, readjusting herself, and
    sliding over closer to her own door, the crunch of popcorn beneath her feet as
    she does so. I knew better than to question her, or complain about the fact the
    movie we'd come to see wasn't even half over yet, though for the moment at
    least, I'd forgotten which one it was. I quickly, and carefully replaced the
    speaker back on the pole outside the window, started the car, much to the
    dismay of our neighbors, and then with lights off, backed out and exited the
    drive in theatre.

    I don't know

    if the handful of honks from nearby cars were in tribute, or annoyance as we
    drove out, I didn't really think about it at the time. It was Stacy's sudden
    silence that worried me far more.

    She lived

    less than twenty minutes away, but I purposely drove well below the posted
    speed-limit. What was worrying me now, was we were headed back to her place, a
    good hour or more earlier than normal. Something that would no doubt raise
    suspicious questions from her parents upon our arrival. And like I said
    earlier, I was still confused, very much so, and did the only thing I could
    think of to do under the circumstances. I apologized.

    "I'm

    sorry."

    She looked

    at me like I'd just turned inside out. "What the hell for?" She
    asked.

    "I

    don't know," I said honestly, even more confused now than before. "I
    just am."

    "You're

    sorry for making me cum?"

    I know there

    were words in my mouth, they wanted to come out, but for some reason, I
    couldn'

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  • Geekz And Freakz: Part 4
    Geekz And Freakz: Part 4
    Thomas finds intimacy.

    Based on a post by mi

    woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



    I watched Kelly walk away, buck naked, down the hall towards

    the bedroom. She was back in less than a minute, with a small box in her hand,
    which she tossed on the coffee table. She knelt in front of me, looked me over,
    and gently pushed me onto my back.

    "The second time you'll last much longer. Now lie back

    and enjoy," she said as she lay next to me.

    She kissed me, deep and long, as her hand played over my

    chest and stomach. One leg draped over my thigh, forcing my legs slightly
    apart. Her touch moved lower, tracing an outline on my abdomen of my semi-hard
    cock. A fingertip dragged lightly down my shaft, flooding my body with
    electricity. Kelly looked down and watched as I became more erect under the
    gentle touch of her thumb and forefinger, sliding up and down the length of my
    cock.

    Maneuvering between my legs, she kissed the base of my thick

    shaft. My cock twitched sharply as her tongue slid up the underside of the
    head. She smiled and took me in her mouth. I swelled even more until her lips
    stretched around my girth. When she was satisfied, she sat up, still firmly
    holding my pulsating phallus. With her other hand, she flipped open the little
    box and pulled out a little sealed pack. She bit the seal and tugged. Spitting
    the plastic, she simultaneously shook the contents from the packet and
    retrieved the latex wreath.

    Kelly placed the wreath on my scepter s head, then

    skillfully rolled it down my fat cock, and repositioned, straddled me. Reaching
    down she rubbed the head in small circles against her cunt until her eyes
    rolled back into her head. She paused for a long time, only breathing heavily
    and intensely concentrating on an invisible tide which carried her to the
    shores of Nirvana. Coming back to lucid coherence, She let her weight settled
    on me and I slid in, up to the hilt. With the condom, the sensation was
    slightly muted, but still intense with her firm rippled cunt walls embracing my
    thick rod. She rode me, slowly and confidently, her body moving in this fluid dance
    of sex. My stamina was again overestimated. Her active spasming cunt would not
    tolerate my best efforts to resist. Two weeks of abstinence was not abated by
    just one eruption. The second blast was more euphoric than the first, just20
    minutes ago. When I finished, she sank slowly to the floor.

    I pulled the condom off and covered us with a blanket. The

    rest of the night we alternated between resting and fucking until the 3-pack of
    condoms were exhausted. When those were gone, we used our mouths and hands until
    the gray morning light crawled in through the window. Eventually we slept on
    the floor.

    I dreamed I was lying with Kelly in my arms and I opened my

    eyes to find Nico standing over me, glaring at me. I jerked awake to a sunlit
    living room. Kelly smiled wearily up at me and kissed my sore lips. She stood
    and pulled me to the bathroom.

    We showered, taking our time to wash and massage each

    other's achy body, under the hot spray. Unable to contain ourselves, we fucked
    up against the tile wall, as the water changed, from hot, to warm, to cool, to
    cold. I was shivering as Kelly finished me off with well-soaped hands. Little
    Tommy was now totally spent, cold, and more anti-social than my first
    semester. Kelly lovingly dried me off and looked with surprise and pity on my
    shriveled hero.

    Finishing with a gentle kiss, she said; Oh, my hero. You

    will rise again; and I am proud to know you; You mighty king!

    By the time I left, every part of me felt raw. For once I

    was glad Nico wasn't around for a post-game encounter.

    Back to isolation.

    I didn't see, or hear from Nico for another two weeks.

    Normally this would have sunk me emotionally, but I was initially buoyed by my
    night with Kelly. I was dying to talk to Kelly; but, once again, I didn't have
    her number or last name. Whenever possible, I took detours through her
    neighborhood but never spotted her. I suspected that the apartment we used, was
    borrowed from one of her friends. I wasn't even sure Kelley was her real name.

    Whenever I thought of Nico, though; I fell into a sour mood.

    It was odd that someone who initially made me so happy was now the root of my
    pain. Her silence cut me deeply, and I eventually came to the conclusion it had
    to end. That was it, I was done. I sent a text to Nico, telling her I quit, or
    was retiring, or whatever she wanted to call it; because I was through. I
    couldn't do it anymore.

    Nico s New Personality.

    A few days later, Nico showed up at the computing lab;

    stomping past the long line of students waiting for a computer. End of semester
    projects were coming due, and finals were just around the corner; so the lab
    was packed. Nico looked pale and tired and agitated.

    "Can I talk to you?"

    I told a coworker I was taking my break, and led I Nico to

    an empty conference room.

     "How have you been?" I asked her.

    My question must have caught her off guard because she

    looked surprised and a little confused. "Okay, I guess. You?"

    I shrugged. She went on. "This might be the last chance

    I get to see you, you know, this semester. Sorry I've been such a bitch, it's
    not fair to you." She was silent for a long time before she asked,
    "How did it go with Kelly?"

    That was the question I was dreading most. I didn't want to

    lie to Nico but I didn't want to tell the truth, either. At least, not the
    whole truth. "It went pretty well. She seemed happy when I left."
    Nico nodded thoughtfully. Finally I asked, "Do you want to hear about
    it?"

    She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She

    frowned at the floor. "You really want to quit?"

    "This whole thing has grown out of control. I can't do

    it anymore. It's not what I want."

    Nico nodded but didn't argue with me like I had expected.

    "I guess that's that." She grew quiet, as if having an internal
    debate, before she asked, "How long is your break?"

    "At least another ten minutes. Why?"

    "I was thinking we could have one last time together

    before the school year ended. What do you say?"

    I thought of Kelly and my immediate thought was, no. But

    then I realized that for the first time Nico was asking me, not telling me, and
    I glimpsed a hint of pleading in her eyes so I relented. "Okay. What do
    you want to do?"

    She smiled and sat on the edge of the table. "Let's do

    what you want."

    Another first, I stepped between her legs, then slipped my

    hand under her skirt, and wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties.
    She was swollen and wet and ready, as if she had been working herself over just
    before she got to the lab.

    Nico undid my pants and pushed them down. I expected she was

    going to give me a blowjob or handjob, but instead she scooted to the edge of
    the table, grabbed my turgid cock, and rubbed it against her wet slit. After
    some initial resistance I eased in. Just like that, I was fucking Nico, and it
    was then, I realized nothing bad was going to happen to her. It was incredibly
    liberating to let go of the irrational fear.

    She was tight, incredibly tight. Nico lay back on the big

    table, pulled up her skirt and fingered her clit. I watched my cock sink into
    her swollen cunt. It reappeared, wet and shiny, stretching and pulling her
    nether lips. I paused with the tip barely inside her and held it there. Her
    strumming fingers flashed over her clit. When I couldn't wait any longer, I
    plunged back into her.

    All those months of anxious frustration, I poured into

    fucking her, channeling it through my cock. Nico fucked me back with equal
    abandon, her feet locked together behind my ass; spurring me on, her fingers
    flying, her cunt squeezing and convulsing.

    She sat up suddenly. Then she climbed onto me, wrapping her

    arms around my neck, and wrapping her legs around my waist; and bounced her
    petite body on my cock.

    I grabbed her ass with both hands to support her and

    marveled for a moment how light she was. Nico hungrily met every one of my
    thrusts, her breath hitching with every stroke, until I grunted, "I'm
    going to come."

    "Then do it," she hissed through clenched teeth.

    Her body moved desperately against mine and our rhythm became fractured and
    erratic as I erupted. I stumbled back against the wall and waited as her
    bobbing slowed to stop.

    She slipped off and adjusted her skirt while I dressed.

    "Goodbye, Thomas," she said a bit sadly, turning away quickly towards
    the exit. That's when I noticed she was wearing the same exact outfit as the
    first night we met. Before I could call to her, she was gone.

    A Summer of Change.

    I didn't hear from Nico until the end of July. I was living

    at my parents' for the summer and received a small padded envelope in the mail.
    Inside were a USB stick and a brief note from Nico:

    Thomas,

    There's a video message for you on the stick.

    The

    video is for you and only you and it requires a password for you to access.

    The

    password is a simple one-syllable word I taught you this past year.

    Nico.

    In the relative seclusion of my room, I plugged the USB

    stick into my laptop. When the dialogue box appeared, asking for the password.
    I hesitated momentarily, before typing in: cunt.

    The video player started up and there was Nico looking out

    at me from my screen. I couldn't help but smile when I saw those green eyes but
    the smile was short-lived as I noticed Nico was pale and drawn, she wasn't
    wearing any makeup, and her hair was now a more natural auburn color and rather
    unkempt. The wall behind her bed was plain white with no decorations. The vibe
    was definitely institutional. Frowning, I clicked Play.

    "Hi, Thomas. There's no easy

    way to say this, so here it is: The reason you've received this video is that I
    am dead."

    My vision darkened, the walls and ceiling closed in on me. I

    forced myself to take deep slow breaths, until the pressure lifted.

     On-screen, Nico was blinking back tears, and looking

    away from the camera. After a minute she took a shaky breath, and went on.

    "There's so much I want to

    tell you and there's so much I need to tell you. I owe you the truth and more.

    "I have a type of brain

    tumor known as a glioblastoma multiforme that is rather malignant and was
    rather advanced when it was found over a year ago. The location of the tumor
    made surgical treatment impossible. I did have radiative therapy but it was
    ineffective. Even if that did work it was only going to buy me a few extra
    months. The prognosis was grim: Most people in my condition die within six
    months; a small percentage make it to twelve. I'm on month fourteen and
    counting so I feel like I've won some sort of cosmic sweepstakes.

    "After I was diagnosed I had

    a choice. I could either spend my remaining time at home with my family,
    enduring countless trips to the hospital for treatment that might buy me a
    short amount of time or I could go back to school and try and live a normal
    life.

    "I chose life. I was

    nineteen and I wanted to be normal or, at least, pretend to be for the little
    time I had left.

    "Knowing when I was going to

    die, changed me. I saw how much pain my condition was causing my family and I
    wanted to spare others from ever feeling that. So I decided I wouldn't let
    anyone new get close to me. Turns out, that wasn't so easy.

    "I also began experiencing

    all these dark urges. I didn't want to get involved with anyone, but I began to
    have sexual cravings. I was able to resist them for a while, but then they
    overwhelmed me. They still do, but now I don't have the strength to act on
    them."

    I noticed, as she spoke, her left eyelid was blinking

    slightly slower than her right. There was also a slurring of her words but I
    didn't know if that was from the tumor or possibly from medication.

    "Maybe I was feeling lonely.

    Maybe it was the fact that you treated me decently in spite of my appearance.
    Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was chemistry. Maybe it was everything.
    Maybe it was nothing. Whatever it was, when I caught you checking out my body I
    had the undeniable urge to suck your cock. I figured I would jump you, have a
    good time and we would go our separate ways. But you really surprised me. I
    tried to forget about you afterwards but it was impossible. You once called me
    your drug. Well, you were my drug and I was hooked after only one time.

    "Despite my vow I went back

    to see if you were really that special. You were. God help me, I was falling
    for you but I still didn't want you to fall for me. That's why I treated you
    like shit. Since I couldn't stay away from you I hoped I could drive you away.
    And while a little piece of me died every time I mistreated you, I simply can't
    imagine how I made you feel. For that I am truly sorry.

    "My fucking project was a

    ploy for you to see there are better people out there than me. I was careful to
    set you up with girls I knew you would like and who would treat you well. With
    each new girl I was afraid you would leave me, but you proved to be loyal to a
    fault and that made me love you even more.

    "Thomas, I love you. I think

    you love me, too, or at least, you once loved me. I'm sorry I never got to hear
    you say it."

    "I love you, Nico," I said to the screen. Nico

    started to say something but stumbled over her words and started swearing. She
    got stuck on the word fuck, repeating it over and over for more than a minute
    before there was a break in the video. When the video resumed night had fallen
    in Nico's room.

    "The seizures are growing

    more frequent and getting worse. I have headaches and I'm so tired all time.
    All I want to do is sleep. My short-term memory doesn't work so well nowadays
    so I had to go back and watch what I had recorded.

    "So, I wanted you and I

    didn't want to hurt you, but I did hurt you. That day in the coffee shop you
    were incredibly brave in trying to tell me how you felt. In my panic I lashed
    out and I'm afraid I may have permanently damaged our relationship. The next
    several weeks were especially bad for seizures and tremors. I ignored your
    calls and texts because I couldn't think coherently and I didn't want you to
    see me like that.

    "When I felt better I went

    to the computing center, saw the pain etched on your face and I knew I had
    finally succeeded in driving you away. I couldn't let you go, though, and I had
    to have you one last time. Maybe a more accurate way to say it would be 'one
    first time.' Despite all my blunt talk about sex I was no more experienced than
    you, in anything. I learned as I went along, just like you. In the end, you
    were my first and my last. You were my only."

    Nico's head began jerking slightly to the side, her eyes

    unfocused. The jerking continued unabated until the video cut to a sunlit room.
    Now there was a soft beeping of a monitor in the background. Nico's left eye
    was filled with blood and the pupil fixed and dilated.

    "There's so much I want to

    say but I don't have time for. I'm afraid if I don't wrap this up soon I won't
    be able to edit it and then you'll have to watch long stretches of me swearing
    and twitching.

    "I wish I had done so much

    differently. I should have treated you better. I should have loved you openly
    and, if you loved me in return, I should have spent every possible moment with
    you. My intentions were to fully live what remained of my life and I failed in
    the worst possible way. I denied you. I denied love. I denied life."

    Tears brimmed in her eyes once more. Several minutes passed

    before she composed herself. 

    "This is my last will and

    testament to you, Thomas. I want you to find love and happiness. I know I can't
    guarantee it, but I might be able to give you a push in the right direction.
    Kelly told me about that night, so I know how it touched her. You two shared a
    beautiful moment; and I have to admit I'm jealous. Promise me you'll see her
    again, if only just to talk with her. She'll be living at this address in the
    fall so she should be easy to find." 

    Kelly's name and address appeared on the screen.

    "Find her, talk to her and

    see where it goes from there. Maybe you're right for each other. Maybe not. But
    you have to find out.

    "I don't know what lies ahead for me besides Death.

    Even though I've spent the past year mentally preparing I'm suddenly scared.
    Death is a chasm bigger than the Grand Canyon but instead of being filled with
    beauty it's filled only with darkness. Death is a black void stretching out
    before me. I'm at the edge now and about to step off into the abyss. Will there
    be a bottom? Will there be another side?

    "Is there a soul after

    Death? I hope; certainly hope so, because I want to keep watch over you. If I
    can, I'll come back and haunt you, but in a nice way. I'll come to you in your
    dreams, and fuck your brains out. I swear I will."

     Her lower lip was trembling now. With a shaky voice she

    finished with, 

    "Goodbye, Thomas. I love

    you."

    Seasons In The Sun.

     Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die.

    When all the birds are singing in the sky.

    Now that the spring is in the air.

    Pretty girls are everywhere.

    Think of me and I'll be there.

    We had joy, we had fun.

    We had seasons in the sun.

    But the hills that we climbed.

    Were just seasons out of time.

    The video ended. I closed the lid of the laptop, pulled the

    USB stick out and hugged it to my chest. I curled up on my bed and wept for a
    very long time.

    Back on campus.

    At the end of August I was back on campus sitting on a low

    brick wall outside a modest apartment building. It was only ten in the morning
    but the sun was already beating down and baking the pavement. I sat in the
    shade of a maple tree and waited. Eventually Kelly emerged from the building,
    wearing a white t-shirt and bright orange shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a
    ponytail, and her summer tan gave her a healthy glow. She was as lovely as I
    remembered.

    When she saw me, she did a double take and a smile broke out

    on her face. "Hey, Thomas. Good to see you. What are you doing here?"

    "Waiting for you, actually."  I said with

    confident honesty.

    Her smile grew.

    "Do you have a minute? Kelly, I need to tell you

    something."

     She sat next to me on the wall, her thigh lightly

    touching mine.

    "I don't know if you heard but Nico passed away this

    summer."

    Kelly's face clouded and she nodded slowly. "Yeah, I

    know. Brain tumor."

    "How well did you know her?"

    "I guess about as well as anybody did, outside of her

    family. We lived together the past two years. She was my best friend."

    I blinked in surprise and took a moment to digest that.

    "You were best friends and lived together at Mary Hall?"

    "Our first year, yeah. That's how we met. We rented an

    apartment last year. That's where you and I met."

    I closed my eyes for a moment and thought about how much I

    didn't know about Nico. Finally I said, "Nico told me she lived at Mother
    Mary."

    "Um, yeah, that was so that guys couldn't find her

    after, you know."

    "Were there many guys?" I asked quietly.

    28 min
  • A Bath with My Oldest Friend

    by Eeveelynn. Listen to the ►

    Podcast at Steamy
    Stories.




    “Baths ready.” I heard echo out of the bathroom.

    “Thankyou.” I mumbled, getting up from the bed,

    slower this time.

    The bath was aromatic, full of bubbles and looked so

    peaceful. I leaned against the door frame closing my eyes.

    “Cat, are you going to be ok in there?” He

    questioned softly.

    “I’m fine!” I snapped back to reality. I

    was aware of my stubborn determination to be self sufficient, especially after
    having panic attack.

    “It’s ok to need help.” Again the soft

    tone of his voice irked at my independence.

    “I’m fully capable of having a bath, what are

    you going to do? join me? It’s ok, I’ve got this.” I said
    trying and failing to unzip the back of my dress.

    “If that’s what it takes to know you’re

    ok? Then yes.” he replied as he lifted my hair and unzipped the dress for
    me, sliding it off my shoulders. The brush of his hands felt soft against my
    skin, giving me goose bumps.

    If I hadn’t just burnt out all my brains reserves of

    adrenalin having a panic attack, I’m positive my mind would have been
    running at a thousand miles an hour, but for the first time in a long time, it
    wasn’t. I was entirely focused on the basic things - like how relaxing
    the bath looked and how good it would feel to wash my face and hair. I still
    had some wits about me, as romantic as the concept of having a bath together
    was, and despite how my body was reacting to the idea, I wasn’t
    necessarily in the right headspace for anything intimate; I tried to make that
    thought process clear.

    “It can’t be anything. But, yeah, I’d

    appreciate the company. I don’t really want to be alone right now.”
    I offered honestly, “but you can’t look.”

    “I know.” He sighed, “Not like this, this

    is not how I ever imagined it Cat, I sincerely just want to make sure
    you’re ok.”

    “Not like this…?” I repeated what he said.

    My brain and heart took a double take as I stared up at him. He’d thought
    about it, he’d thought about us. “OK, I’m not looking.”
    He turned around, embarrassed.

    I slipped out of my clothes and slowly hopped into the bath.

    It was gigantic, so full of bubbles. The water sitting almost at my shoulders,
    I was able to easily sit sideways with my knees up to my chest.

    “OK, you can look.”

    “Aw you look so small.” he noted, sitting next

    to the bath.

    “I thought you were going to join me?”

    “Ah, it’s ok, I’ll just keep you company,

    I really want to let you have space.” He reached and scooped up a handful
    of bubbles, placing them on my head “Cat in a hat.”

    I took a hand full of bubbles and blew into it, spraying him

    with them, he laughed and sighed.

    I turned to lie and stretch out in the bath, considering I

    had it all to myself, I thought it best to make the most of it. He leaned
    against the tub and played videos on his phone to keep us both amused,
    occasionally splashing me.

    “You know you actually need to wash yourself in the

    bath?” he joked.

    My eyes fluttered open and shut again, “Im just so

    tired, you said to relax.” I twisted his words to fit my agenda.

    “Come on, wake up!” he splashed my face.

    “No, you wake up.” I lazily splashed him back.

    “We can’t hide in here all day.” Splash.

    “You can’t hide in here all day,” I

    splashed him again “This is my home now.”

    “I thought Cats hated water.” Splash.

    “It’s a myth, I’m a purrmaid now” I

    stretched out, enjoying my terrible pun and attempting to ignore the barrage of
    water attacks.

    He splashed me just for the bad joke, he sat there looking a

    little angry and wet “That’s it! Cat-tatonic, you can’t stay
    in there forever.” he got up and left the room.

    “I can and I will!!” I yelled after him.

    I didn’t feel bad about it at all. I lied back again,

    closing my eyes and enjoying the peace, trying desperately not to accidentally
    fall asleep.

    He sauntered back a few minutes later wearing a towel. With

    all the photos and videos he’d sent me over the years I’d never
    actually seen him shirtless. I drank it in for a minute, his shoulders and arms
    were my favourite part, muscular with full sleeves of tattoos.

    “Hey, hey, hey, no looking.” he laughed and I

    covered my face with my hands, clearly still looking. “Cat, I don’t
    really like my body, please?”

    “OK, ok, ok, just saying, I don’t see

    why.” I turned away from him, this was difficult, I could have stared for
    decades, etching his physique into my mind like stone.

    “Now schooch over,” he demanded, “If

    you’re never getting out, I’m getting in.”

    I moved forward in the bath and he stepped in, sitting

    behind me, making the water rise and splash a little over the edge.

    “OK, you were right, this is pretty relaxing. Well,

    pretty and relaxing.”

    I looked back and smiled at him, he always got to me with

    his sneaky compliments.

    “Alright now, come here” he said, I backed up little

    so I was sitting between his legs but not fully against him, I felt a sudden
    cold on my head.

    “What are you…?”

    He was washing my hair, I was confused but ok with it.

    “Since you’re determined to just sit and do

    nothing, we’ll be here for ever, so I’ll do it.” He started
    to massage the shampoo into my hair, It was a nice feeling, I’d only had
    hair dressers ever do this and it wasn’t like they actually got in a bath
    with you. It felt so intimate and caring, his hands massaging my tired head. I
    was close to melting down the drain with the water at that point, I was so at
    peace. I certainly didn’t expect him to randomly blast the conditioner
    out with the shower head set to cold.

    I screamed and turned awkwardly in his lap “You

    bastard!”

    He was just smiling that dumb fucking smile that he always

    used to get away with anything. I put my knees on his legs to gain purchase and
    grabbed his throat lightly. I suddenly noticed he was looking down, not at my
    face. In my attempt to be threatening, I was giving him a full view of my
    breasts, nipples perky as the cold water dripped down my body. Something about
    the way I’d grabbed him dominantly stirred something inside me, something
    I didn’t know was there.

    “If this is how I die I’m 100% fine with

    it.” he gleamed.

    “Ah, you pervert.” I teased, dropping back down

    into the water and turning my back to him quickly. Deflecting my own thoughts
    yet still sitting between his legs again, choosing to be closer this time.

    “hey, I did nothing.”

    “Sure.”

    He got a loofa and started scrubbing my back gently

    “This is kinda weird right?” I said thinking

    aloud, my brain starting to work again.

    “Do you want me to stop?”

    “Not at all, but I mean, we’ve sorta just

    met.”

    “We’ve been friends for eight years.” He

    said defensively.

    “Online though.” I reminded him. “So have

    you bathed chris?” I was referring to one of our mutual male friends.

    “No, but he’s never refused to get out of a

    bathtub before, I guess this is a new one.” he laughed. “Arm
    up.”

    I raised my arm, he glided the loofa up and down, washing

    it, then proceeded down the side of my body, grazing my breast and hip.

    “Other one.”

    Same thing again, one of his hands had snaked its way to

    resting on my waist, I wasn’t sure why it was so intensely comfortable
    but also so present in my mind. All the physical touch in such a gentle caring
    manner was turning me on a lot more then I expected.

    “Do you want to do the rest? Or do you want me

    to?” He questioned, it had become apparent the next parts would be very
    intimate. I slid back against him so my back was on his chest.

    “Is it weird I’m enjoying this? this is so

    relaxing and..” I paused, changing my thought pattern “I can do it
    if you don’t want to?”

    “Not weird at all, I just don’t want to make you

    uncomfortable. I’m so glad your feeling better” he pulled my waist
    towards him so I was fully pressed against him for a hug. He body felt good
    against mine, his arms felt strong wrapped around me. The bubbles, the water,
    all adding an extra layer of sensation. I knew he was being kind but it was
    impossible to not notice that he was absolutely turned on, I could feel him so
    hard against my back.

    “Seems like your feeling pretty good yourself.”

    I giggled.

    “Hey, I really can’t help it, it doesn’t

    have to mean anything. I just, can’t…” he paused for a moment
    to collect his words “I can’t control what my body feels with you
    naked. Just ignore it, I promised I wouldn’t do anything but help
    you.”

    “I think I understand the feeling.” I sighed

    quietly to myself.

    “Hmm?”

    “Nothing… you missed a spot.” I said

    handing him the loofa again.

    He slowly washed my shoulders and collar bone, then skipped

    to my waist and stomach, he started mirroring what he was doing with his hand
    on one side, loofa in the other and occasionally swapping. It was slow and
    sensual, it felt like he was exploring my body. At a leisurely pace he moved to
    my legs and thighs, stopping just short of anything to intimate. I knew it
    wasn’t intentional, but it felt like teasing and it was driving me wild,
    I could tell how wet I was even in the water. I was aware of my pulse in my
    pussy as he ran his hands up my inner thighs. I could feel his cock getting
    even harder, I wasn’t sure that was possible when I had first lied back
    against him.

    He moved his hands up to my breasts, finally. I wiggled my

    ass, just a little, back into him. I was testing the waters, feeling his cock
    twitch against me, his breathing got heavier and faster. He slowly caressed my
    breasts, at first appearing to wash them but after a minute had past and his
    hands still lingered, I was sure he was just enjoying them.

    “I don’t mind at all.” I said, wanting to

    give him some confirmation that I was enjoying the attention to detail, I leant
    my head back against his chest and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He
    let the loofa go and slid his hands around, slowly squeezing and massaging my
    chest. Letting his fingers glide over my nipples, which were getting harder at
    his touch. He intermittently pinched each one, I moaned a little, not intending
    to, but rather unable to controll it. His hands started to take turns at
    exploring more of my body.

    “You’re really beautiful and soft, you feel

    amazing.” he sighed in my ear.

    In a lot of ways I wanted it to stop but I also

    couldn’t seem to say no. I was so heavily conflicted between my
    attraction and fear of the level of intensity. I’d always been scared of
    Henry in that way, I always felt like I’d die of thirst without his
    attention, but I also felt like I’d drown in the emotion attached to it.
    He had, and probably always would be ‘The one’, as stupid as that
    sounded. He wasn’t the guy I imagined fucking without strings attached,
    he was so much more to me. He came with the dream of the life after, the simple
    life; full of laughter and light. We’d spent eight years talking
    everyday, never tiring, never losing interest. He was always a passing ship in
    the night, one of us always in a relationship, the unobtainable and that felt
    so safe. However, right now, we were both alone, together. Everything about him
    felt so right, his hands on my body, his presence, the way we fit together so
    well, just lying on him watching TV or even now, in the bath, it just felt so
    much like I was a part of him and he was a part of me.

    I tensed up and he felt it, he stopped touching me instantly.

    “Evelyn, are you ok?” He didn’t say Cat,

    he used my actual name not the nickname everyone called me.

    “I just…” I turned in the water, sitting

    up and slipping my legs over his to face him, “Can we do this?”

    “Only if you want to?” He looked at me puzzled.

    “I mean, with you? can it be casual? Isn’t it

    always going to be more?”

    “Cat, it can mean whatever you want it to, or I can

    stop right now if you want and I’ll go get dressed. You know how
    I’ve always felt about you, but also, I respect you. It can just be fun,
    if that’s all you want at the moment. I’ve never been able to do
    this kind of thing without the connection, but I already have that with you and
    nothing will ruin that. All I can think in this moment is that fucking you
    would feel right, for once Cat, don’t overthink.”

    I stared at him intensely. Was he just saying what I wanted

    to hear? Am I going to hurt him? am I going to hurt us? This is the type of
    thing that’s going to invoke a few days worth of reckless behaviour from
    me and I was well aware of my patterns.

    “I really want to,” I admitted “my body is

    screaming at me to, but, I don’t want to hurt you.” I was watching
    his face intently for any sign that this could be wrong.

    “I rather be hurt 1000 times then never feel

    you,” he put his hands back on my hips starting to pull me down onto his
    lap. “I need to know what it feels like to be inside you, I need to watch
    your perfect body bounce, I need to see your face as you feel me inch by inch,
    I don’t care about myself right now. I need to know what it feels like to
    make you cum.”

    Fuck, he knew how to talk when he wanted to. He knew what

    was in my head and he knew how I felt. He also knew I wasn’t going to
    back down now. I hated that he knew me. I couldn’t help myself, I managed
    to lie to myself in that moment, maybe it could just be fun, maybe it
    wouldn’t have an effect on the dynamic of our friendship.

    We’d talked a lot about sex with the distance keeping

    us safe, some nights spent exchanging fantasies, messages and videos. I knew
    everything about what he wanted, the magic words that would tip the scales for
    him, and he knew everything about how my body worked and what I might do. We
    both knew I was far more experienced, him only having a few sexual partners in
    the past worried me, but not enough to stop me. The logical part of my brain
    had shut down. I needed to be the dominant one here, I needed to show him. He
    could talk smoother then I ever could, but I could use my body.

    “Cat we don’t have to- ” I cut him off and

    grabbed his throat, I enjoyed that feeling earlier, I wanted to try it again. I
    pulled myself to him and kissed him deeply, his hand raised to mine in shock
    but he relented and kissed me back. I kneeled over him and used my other hand
    to stroke his hard cock under the water. His hands slid across my body,
    I’m not sure he knew what to do with my sudden assault on his senses. I
    felt him moan into my kiss as I moved my hand up and down the length of his
    shaft, taking my time to rub slowly around his head, feeling it twitch in
    response. I released my grip off his neck and used my hand to move his hands to
    my ass which was hovering over him, he seemed to follow the motions amazingly.
    I continued to stroke his cock, surprised that it was larger then I expected.

    I climbed further onto him sliding the head of his cock

    gently up and down, from my entrance to my clit, as I kept up the motion of
    sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He was starting to put pressure on my
    hips, begging to get inside me each time I slid up and down on him. The wetness
    of my cunt so different to the water of the bath. I teased him with each
    movement as I used his dick as a toy for my own stimulation, I wanted him to
    force me down onto it, he seemed to yield finally, grabbing my hips properly
    and pulling me onto him, inch by inch. I’d been turned on for the entire
    bath, I felt so swollen and as he forced his way in we both gasped, breaking
    the passionate kiss, locked into inhaling each other’s breath. By the
    time he was fully sheathed inside of me I was almost shaking, he fit so well, I
    wasn’t going to last long at all. I kissed him again, biting his lip and
    wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

    I started riding him like my life depended on it, like every

    groan he made brought me closer to an edge I was ready to fall off a thousand
    times. I grinded harder against him, wanting to be so full I would never need
    to be fucked again, and it worked so well, up and down, him enjoying my bubble
    covered breasts as they bounced in his face. I felt the familiar buildup of my
    orgasm coming on as I rode harder and faster. I gripped him tighter as my pussy
    clenched around his cock, unable to keep my mouth shut I let out a very audible
    moan of pleasure, I leant back enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm.

    He seemed to be enjoying the expression on my face before he

    got a serious look, grabbing my hips harder than before and using my body. He
    was stronger than I expected, I wasn’t doing any of the work anymore,
    just enjoying feeling him lift me and pull me back down onto him as the water
    splashed around us and his face started to tense. I slid my hand back under
    water to rub my clit, if he was coming, I’d be damned if I wasn’t
    going to come again with him. It wasn’t hard for me to get close again,
    he was so focused, grunting and fucking me hard, I was loving the view, the way
    his arms and body tensed, the focus on his face, the way he threw his head
    back, moving me like I weighed nothing, grinding his hips up to mine.

    I knew what would get him there, from every fantasy

    he’d sent me and I knew he’d fucking love it and hate it.

    “You have to pull out, I’m not on birth

    control.” I teased at him, he agreed and started going harder than
    before, I could feel him twitching inside me, I knew I was going to cum when he
    did. I wrapped my arms around him and started fucking him back again, our hips
    meeting. He was starting to shake, he stopped suddenly.

    “I’m going to cum, I have to stop.” He

    gasped, I knew what we both wanted to hear. I grabbed his throat again and held
    onto his back as tight as I could, continuing to grind against him as deeply as
    I could.

    “Don’t you fucking dare, I’m not letting

    go, you’re going to fill me or we’ll never do this again.”

    His eyes lit up with a touch of fear and excitement as he

    gave in, finally thrusting back knowing that I needed his seed, it only took a
    moment and I felt him explode inside me, shooting layer after layer of warm cum
    into me. My body fucking loved it, exploding into an orgasm that just kept
    clenching for what felt like minutes around his cock as it pulsed.

    I let my grip loosen as I let my head fall against his,

    having an exhausted giggle, he smiled and laughed with me, wrapping his arms
    around my body and occasionally thrusting to see my face as we recovered our
    breath.

    “You can’t do that or I’m going to need to

    cum again” I breathed, trying to lift myself off him, he held me down.

    “Do it.” he whispered with an evil grin, I

    started to grind on him softly, it wasn’t going to take much. He leant me
    back and watched me, finally using his fingers to rub my clit, as my breasts
    bounced freely and he met each of my thrusts again, he was watching me so
    intimately but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It was happening again, I
    gasped and held his arms tightly as I shuddered with another orgasm. He seemed
    so pleased with himself, kissing me again softy down my neck.

    “You’re mine,” he whispered, moving my

    hair from my face “My good little cum slut.”

    The language surprised me, but more in a way that I enjoyed.

    We both got out of the bath a

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  • Geekz And Freakz: Part 3
    Geekz And Freakz: Part 3
    A Weakness Becomes A Strength..

    Based on a post by mi

    woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



    The intervening weeks had done nothing make it fade the way

    dreams do.

    The unceasing obsessing took a toll on me and my thoughts

    started spiraling uncontrollably. I became desperate enough to take my
    anti-anxiety pills out of the medicine cabinet and hold the bottle in my hand
    for close to an hour, staring at it. I hated those pills as they made me see
    the world through a sort of veil and I always had the distinct feeling I was missing
    something. I never felt like I was all there when I was on my meds. What saved
    me in the end was I thought of Nico's eyes and a calming peace came over me.
    The pressure slowly lifted off my chest and I put the bottle back without
    taking one pill.

    I finally received a short text from her just after

    midnight: Happy fucking new year. Short and to the point, just
    like Nico.

    On my second night back at school I was working the

    graveyard shift at the computer lab and since classes didn't start until the next
    day I was the only one working. I surfed the web aimlessly, trying to ward off
    sleep. It was after two in the morning when Nico came in wearing a leather
    miniskirt and matching leather jacket, her hair was spiked into a Mohawk.
    Fishnet stockings, black fingernail polish, heavy eyeliner and black lipstick
    completed her outfit. Whenever she moved a dozen zippers on her jacket jangled
    softly.

    "I'd like to apply for a job," she said as she

    leaned over the counter. I smiled at her and handed her the form which she
    filled out in a matter of seconds. "How about an interview?" she
    asked as she gave back the application.

    I shook my head. "Can't. I'm the only one working and I

    have to stay at the desk. You'll have to come back some other time."

    "Ok then, let me back there, I want to sit with

    you."

    "Sorry, you know the rules."

    "Come on, there's only one fucking' guy here. Who's he

    going to tell? Let me back there and you can pretend to be training me on how
    to turn on a computer or something." I frowned at her, trying to think of
    a good reason not to. Nico shrugged, sat up on the counter, swung her legs over
    and hopped down into the workstation before I could stop her. I shot a glance
    at the student sitting at the far side of the room but he hadn't noticed.

    Nico sat in a chair next to mine and lazily spun back and

    forth. "How was your break?" she asked. "Did you miss me?"

    I felt my ears burn. "It was ok and, yes, I missed

    you."

    "That's sweet. How much cunt did you eat?"

    "I had none."

    "Sounds kinky. Who was the nun?" I shook my head

    in mock frustration trying to mask the laughter I felt inside. Nico leaned back
    in the chair. "When do you get off?" The question sounded mostly
    innocent.

    "Not until six."

    She frowned and looked around the lab. "I can see why

    you'd like working a shift like this, what with your condition and all."
    There was a bit of venom behind that last bit and it stung a little. Her face
    suddenly brightened. "Hey, it looks like we may have another client, a
    friend of Amanda's. I'll try to set it up where there aren't a whole lot of
    people so you won't, you know, freak out."

    "I don't know," I said, "I'm not sure I want

    to."

    "This is about helping you meet other women and sharing

    your gift with them. Don't you know how it made Amanda feel? She's still
    walking around a smile glued to her face and she has you to thank for it.
    Doesn't that make you feel good inside, knowing how you helped someone?"

    "Yeah, I guess so," I admitted.

    "Look, we're starting to build some buzz. We need to

    strike while the iron's hot. There's been some of word of mouth about
    you."

    "Word of mouth," I repeated. I turned the phrase

    over and over in my head, liking it more each time. "Good one."

    "Besides, didn't you like the post-game between

    us?" I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I know you enjoyed that. So,
    why not do it again?"

    I could think of one big reason why I didn't want to but I

    was afraid to say it loud. Instead I swallowed it down and said, "Ok, I'm
    in."

    Her smile lit up her green eyes. "Cool. Show me your

    right hand."

    Slightly thrown by her sudden change in subject, I did as

    she asked, although in retrospect it was more of a command than a question. I
    held out my hand, my palm towards her. She leaned in, studying my hand closely
    before delicately folding in three of my fingers and my thumb until just my
    index finger was pointing up. This she took in her mouth, wetting it with her
    saliva.

    I watched, fascinated, as she slowly extracted my finger,

    her teeth dragging lightly over the whole length. With her hand she guided mine
    up under her skirt and my moistened finger slid easily into her. I could hear
    how wet she was and I could feel how hot she was. Nico moved my hand back
    forth, silently masturbating for the next several minutes with a wicked grin on
    her face.

    When she finally withdrew it I could see her juices

    glistening in the cold fluorescent lights. I started to bring it up to my mouth
    but she stopped my hand and sucked my finger into her mouth. With great gusto
    she fellated my finger in the same manner she had used on another part of my
    body. My cock strained against my jeans as I watched my finger disappear and
    reappear between those black lips. With a smile and a light kiss she let my
    hand fall into my lap.

    The lone student had gathered his things and was approaching

    the counter. With my erection I was in no condition to stand but fortunately
    Nico jumped up and handed him his ID. "Thanks for coming in. Have a good
    night," she said pleasantly. He murmured a goodnight and left.

    Nico leaned back against the desk. "Now, when do you get

    off?" This time, the question was definitely loaded.

    "Six," I teased, pretending to be clueless.

    "No fucking imagination," she muttered, shaking

    her head. The next instant she was kneeling before me, unbuckling my belt and
    undoing my zipper. As it turns out, it was only a matter of minutes before I
    got off.

    Nico, on the other hand, got off repeatedly over the next

    hour. I have to admit it was the best shift I have ever worked in my life.

    Sara.

    Our second client was a petite, mousy girl with dirty blond

    hair. We met at her apartment where she was waiting with Amanda. Amanda hugged
    me tightly when we walked in and introduced me to her friend Sara who only
    managed a barely audible greeting. Sara took me to her bedroom while Amanda and
    Nico talked in the living room.

    Sara and I faced each other for several awkward moments in

    the darkness. She stood suddenly on her tiptoes and gave me a brief, nervous
    kiss before shoving me hard onto the bed. Quick as a cat she was on me,
    peppering my face and neck with hard kisses. I tried to slow her down and
    assume control but her movements were frantic and unpredictable. Before I knew
    it she had my shirt off and was wriggling out of her clothes.

    Sara crawled up my body and settled her crotch on my head.

    She ground her sex against my mouth, the pressure so great it felt like my jaw
    was going to dislocate. In desperation I tongued her clit hard and she came
    with a shudder, drenching me in her juices. I bathed her with long licks from
    the very bottom of her cunt up to the hard nub of her clit. Sara relaxed and
    gently rode my face to several more orgasms. When she was finished she knelt
    beside me and licked my face.

    "Can I touch you?" Sara asked meekly as I stood by

    the bed tucking in my shirt.

    I nodded, and she reached out with a tentative hand to feel

    my crotch. She rubbed and squeezed me for a minute before asking, "Can I
    see it?"

    I shrugged and undid my pants, exposing myself. She stared

    at it, wide-eyed, and made several attempts to reach for it but always pulled
    her hand back. "It's ok," I reassured her.

    Sara steeled herself before taking me in her hand, running

    her fingers up and down the length before lingering for several minutes over
    the tip. Her thumb and forefinger rubbed the head, smearing the pre-cum and
    making it slick. She tugged on my cock, her pace increasing with each passing
    minute until her hand was a blur. Her head swayed towards me, her lips open and
    I thought she was going to take me in her mouth. Instead, she gave me a firm
    squeeze and turned away to gather her jeans. I was so close to orgasm.

    When we rejoined the others in the living room, Nico and I

    made our goodbyes. Sara whispered something to Amanda who raised her eyebrows
    in surprise. Amanda hugged me goodbye, this time pressing her thigh firmly
    against my crotch for several long seconds. As soon as the door was closed
    behind us shrieks of laughter emanated from the apartment. Nico nudged me and
    said, "You did that. You created that joy." I smiled and stuffed my
    hands in my pockets to hide my erection. "Come on," Nico said,
    "let's go back to your room and you can tell me all about it."

    Spring Breakout.

    We had a few more clients in January and February and by

    early March we were averaging almost one a week. Each girl was different and
    each girl was special in their own way. My favorites were the introverts like
    Sara who couldn't speak in an audible voice or look me in the eye but once we
    were alone transformed into a feral ball of lust. These encounters were
    exciting, unpredictable, terrifying, and draining. Their energy and enthusiasm
    was always matched and sometimes exceeded by Nico, as if she was somehow
    competing against them.

    Only once did I back out; and that was because the girl was

    falling down drunk when we showed up at her place. Three days later we met
    again, and everything worked out great. By late March, I had been with more
    girls than any guy I knew. Nico's plan was working just like she planned: The
    girls were happy, I was meeting new people, and Nico and I both enjoyed what we
    had termed 'the debriefing.' The only problem was that although I enjoyed being
    with these girls, I began to feel hollow.

    I wanted the emptiness to be filled by Nico but,

    emotionally, she was still keeping me at arm's length. In the afterglow of her
    orgasms her defenses would sometimes break down and she would let me in a
    little but those moments were rare and fleeting.

    Nico s Oral Exam.

    One spring day we were deep in the bowels of the main

    library where I told her about the latest client. Without warning two slickened
    fingers were forced between my lips. The taste of her made me hard in an
    instant. Unable to control myself, I dropped to my knees and reached under her
    skirt. In my haste to remove her panties I tore them, making Nico gasp. I
    lifted her skirt and saw her nectar welling up along her slit.

    When I parted her sex, a large drop rolled slowly down. When

    I plunged my tongue into her, she moaned and cradled my head. When she came,
    she screamed quietly through pursed lips.

    I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Our

    part of the library was as quiet as a tomb; apart from Nico's panting. She
    stood there and took a moment to look around, to be sure we were still alone;
    then reached out to squeeze the bulge in my pants, as she kissed me.

    Squeezing turned to rubbing, rubbing turned to unfastening,

    unfastening turned to stroking. By the time the kiss ended her hand was deep
    down the front of my briefs.

    Nico pushed my jeans and briefs down past my buttocks, and

    let gravity pull them slowly to the floor. We both looked down and watched as
    she stroked me, the deep-red head of my cock appearing and disappearing in her
    pale fist. She kissed me again, her tongue probing my mouth before running
    lightly over my lips. She smiled and we both looked down again to see clear fluid
    seeping from the tip. There was now a quiet wet sound keeping time with each
    pass of her hand over the head. I swelled in her hand.

    She knelt and kissed just the tip, rubbing the head lightly

    over her lips like an obscene lip gloss. I shivered. Kiss followed kiss, on my
    fleshy head; each kiss longer and more sensual than the last.

    I watched her make out with my cock; her eyes closed, her

    lips shiny with my precum, her tongue now integral to the kisses, and wetting
    my head with her saliva; and a heaviness grew in my balls. She had not yet
    taken me in her mouth and I was close to coming.

    As my body tensed, her kisses grew more frequent, and more

    open mouth; teasing my orgasm to the surface. Occasionally the tip would slip
    into her mouth, and her tongue would suckle. Nico toyed with me; the way a cat
    toys with a mouse, making me tremble. When I was at the limit of self-control,
    she paused and looked up.

    The pleading and desperation, etched on my face, made her

    smile. Her eyes locked on mine, she slowly and deliberately kissed the tip. A
    tremor ran through me. With the next kiss, her lips wrapped around the head and
    her tongue flicked. A second tremor ran through me. The light in her eyes told
    me how much she enjoyed inflicting this exquisite agony upon me. Nico took me a
    little deeper, and dragged her teeth gently over the ridge of the head, sending
    yet another tremor through my body.

    My cock slowly reemerged until she was again kissing just

    the tip with slow, deliberate, and exaggerated motions. Her full lips opened
    wider and closed slower until the head of my cock rested on her lower lip
    pointing at her waiting, wanting mouth. Her tongue danced over my knob, and I
    hissed through gritted teeth. My cock twitched and I saw my creamy jizz, jet
    into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my crown, locking tight to the shaft,
    just beyond the ridge of my swollen glans; and sucked gently, massaging the
    frenulum; slowly, until I was spent.

    She reached down and secured the waistbands of my shorts and

    pants. As she stood, she pulled up my pants, tucked me in and zipped me up.
    Nico gave a little shrug and practically skipped away. I followed, at a
    slightly slower pace.

    The Harsh Coffee Confrontation.

    We ended up at a nearby coffee shop. She ordered an herbal

    tea for her and a large orange juice for me. We sat at a corner table, looking
    out at the street, while enjoying our drinks. Nico sipped her tea, and I
     just shook my head at her.

    "What?"

    "Our 'behavior' was a little too public and

    risky," I said.

    "Perhaps, but didn't the risk add to the

    enjoyment?" she countered.

    "Yes," I admitted, reluctantly; "but we

    should have been more cautious. We could have been arrested."

    "You were a willing participant," she observed.

    "You could have stopped."

    I stared out at the people passing by on the sidewalk,

    mostly students laden with heavy backpacks. Could I have stopped? I thought
    back, to moment she stuck her fingers in my mouth; and realized that, no, I
    wasn't able to. Once I had tasted her, I had to have more. Just thinking about
    it was making me hard again.

    "You could have stopped, right?" she repeated. She

    watched me over the rim of her cup. As she sipped, I could see she already knew
    the answer, by the way her mouth was curling up at the corners. I shook my head
    in response, and drank down the rest of my juice. "Yeah, I thought so.
    I've seen the way your eyes glaze over, once you know you're going down on me.
    A part of you goes off to some faraway place, until you're finished."

    "So, does that make me an addict?"

    "Yeah. And I guess that would make me your drug,"

    she added with a devious grin.

    I thought for a moment. Drug wasn't the word I would have

    used but it would do for now. "More like, you're my drug and my
    pusher."

    Her grin faded and an odd look came over her. I couldn't

    tell if she was disturbed by my comment. I don't think she knew, either. I
    watched her bite her lip as she mulled it over before I said what had been
    weighing on me the past couple of months.

    "I like being with you." I bravely blurted out.

    "No shit. I can tell by the way you come in my

    mouth." Two chairs away, a spoon clattered noisily to the table. The girl
    who dropped it was straining to watch us, out of the corner of her eye. Nico
    turned to the girl and confided, "You know how it is, when you're sucking
    a guy off, and you can feel his body tense as he tries to hold back, and that
    moment, just as he explodes, you feel momentarily afraid that he'll never stop.
    With Thomas, I never want it to stop. I want to drown in his creamy seed. And
    his cock is so big I can barely wrap my lips around it."

    Nico turned to me. "Thomas, show her how big your cock

    is." The girl gave a squeak, picked up her backpack and hurried away.

    "Why do you have to be mean like that?" I said,

    feeling empathy for the timid freshman lass.

    "Oh, please," Nico said rolling her eyes. "I

    did her a favor. She's hurrying back to her apartment or dorm, and when she
    gets there, she's going to lock her bedroom door, jump into bed, and jam as
    many fingers as possible, up her tight little cunt. And as she's frigging
    herself to a glorious climax, she'll be thinking about your big, fat cock; and
    how it would feel in her mouth; or maybe her cunt. Come to think of it, I also
    did you a favor."

    I shifted nervously and leaned in, lowering my voice.

    "Anyways, what I mean is, I like being with you, more than anyone else. I
    want to be with you, and only you."

    Her green eyes became hard ice in an instant. The dagger of

    her stare pierced me through the heart, and I died a little inside. "I
    can't have a boyfriend," she recited her mantra.

    "This is absurd. Considering our situation, we're

    practically boyfriend and girlfriend, just not in a traditional sense." I
    tried appealing to social norms.

    Nico glowered at me from across the table.

    I continued pleading; "Is it your parents? If so, I'm

    willing to meet them right now; and you know how I am around new people."

    "I'm not going to discuss it!" Her words had

    acquired a razor's edge, and I knew her next words were going to cut me deeply.
    We sat in stony silence, as she finished her tea. Then Nico slammed her cup
    hard on the table, whispered, "Fuck you!" and grabbed her backpack
    and stalked out.

    I didn't bother to follow, because I knew she didn't want to

    talk to me. I waited a few minutes before leaving, turning in the direction opposite
    of Nico's. My insides were roiling with doubt and despair. Had I ruined a good
    thing, something so strange and unique that if I told anyone they wouldn't
    believe me? Was the damage irreversible?

    Nico punished me by not returning my calls and texts for

    almost a week. When she did finally contact me; she made no mention of what I
    had said. Instead, she had set me up with another client for the following
    Saturday. Nico also told me she wouldn't be there, as she had to go home for
    the weekend.

     I took it to mean she was still mad. The lead weight

    in my stomach grew heavier and sank lower. I wasn't interested in seeing a
    client, but I really didn't have a choice. Nico expected me to go, and of
    course, I always did what she said.

    Kelly.

    Promptly at nine, I put my game face on and knocked on the

    door of an off-campus apartment on the south side of town. The client, Kelly,
    had wavy, shoulder-length strawberry-blond hair, a round face, and large blue
    eyes. Grey sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt masked the shape of her body. All
    I knew was that she was only a few inches shorter than me. Kelly smiled
    nervously, biting her lower lip, as she invited me in. I kicked off my shoes
    and followed her down a long narrow hallway to the living room, furnished with
    the typical cheap rental unit furniture.

    "Have a seat," she said pointing to the couch.

    "Would you like a drink?"

    Normally, I would have declined but since I was in a sour

    mood I figured a drink or two might help. "Yeah, sure."

    Kelly stood on her tiptoes and looked in a kitchen cabinet.

    "Looks like we have tequila; or tequila."

    She pulled out a bottle and held it up. "I recommend

    the tequila." She returned with the bottle, a couple of glasses, a small
    bowl of lemon wedges, and a salt shaker; and knelt at the coffee table opposite
    of me. "Have you done tequila shots before?" I shook my head

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    Geekz And Freakz: Part 2
    His Obsessive Dedication Gets Tapped Into.

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    Nico stared at me as I finished my coffee. It had grown cold

    but I couldn't bear to leave it unfinished. Finally, she said, "Back in a
    moment," and walked off to the restrooms. A minute later she was back and
    dropped a ball of green material in my lap as she sat back down. "Feel
    it," she said, "Feel how wet you've made me."

    The crotch of her panties was soaked and I fought the urge

    to bring them up to my nose so I could breathe her in. I smiled, checked the
    time on my cell and said, "Come on, I'll walk you back."

    A silence enveloped us as walked across campus. She was

    obviously deep in thought and I couldn't get any words out of my mouth. At her
    lobby I tried to give her panties back but she stuffed them in my front pants
    pocket, her fingers brushing lightly along my semi-rigid cock. Without a word
    she went inside.

    I was walking up the steps of my dorm when I received a text

    from her: It s your fault I m masterb8ing now.

    I laughed and sent back, Hope your roomie doesn't

    mind.

    By the time I climbed the stairs to my floor I got

    back, She s studying w back to me. Now shut up I m trying to concentr8.

    Over the next several weeks we saw each other quite a bit,

    although somewhat randomly. Nico would drop by unannounced and I was never
    quite able to predict when she would visit. I could see her three or four
    consecutive nights and then there would be up to five days before she showed up
    again. Our trysts were brief and to the point, consisting of oral sex and
    handjobs. Nico was always in charge.

    Once she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up

    from my homework and started to speak but she stopped me with an upraised hand.
    Her hair was sporting a bright purple streak on the right side. Nico unbuttoned
    the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor. Of
    course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching purple streak.

    I watched, breathless, as her hand delved between her legs.

    I could hear the squelching as her fingers penetrated her sex. I could see the
    glistening flesh as she parted the outer lips. I swear I could smell her from
    across the room. Her other hand tugged mercilessly on her nipples making them red
    and swollen. The entire time she masturbated she kept her eyes on me. After she
    came, she pulled her coat on, buttoned it up and left. She never said a word.

    The following visit she taught me how to pleasure her with

    just my fingers.

    I thought I was the luckiest guy on campus. Nico was an

    incredibly sexual creature who was teaching me so much. I was amazed at how
    much pleasure she could provide with just her hands and mouth. More
    importantly, she wanted me to please her with my mouth and fingers. I fed off
    her orgasms.

    I don't mean to sound ungrateful but I wanted more. Even

    though I very much wanted to have sex with her, the topic of intercourse never
    came up. I assumed she never suggested it because it was some sort of line that
    couldn't be crossed; If we fucked I would be her boyfriend and she couldn't
    have that. I never brought up the topic, because I had the idea that if we had
    sex, Nico would become seriously ill and die.

    I know that sounds crazy, but I can't help these kinds of

    thoughts from occurring. Once I have them, I obsess over them, making the fear
    palpable. So in order to protect Nico, we couldn't have sex. I never told her
    this. I wish I had, but I never did.

    Employment.

    One Saturday night I was working a shift at the central

    campus computing lab. A handful of students were well spread out in the lab,
    making for a rather dull night. That's the way I liked it as I could get my
    homework done and get paid for it. My coworker and I sat in the Pit, an ironic
    name for the raised circular workspace overlooking the lab. The Pit was also a
    convenient barrier between me and the students. Nico walked up and leaned over
    the counter at me. "How late you working tonight?" she asked in a
    hushed tone. The purple streak in her hair was now bright green. I wondered
    briefly if her pubic hair matched.

    "Until 2am. Sorry."

    She frowned and looked around the mostly empty lab before

    asking, "How many of them do you think are watching porn right now and
    mentally frigging themselves?" I shot a look at my coworker but he had
    headphones on and was engrossed in a movie. I moved away from him and Nico
    followed along the outer perimeter. "There aren't that many people here
    but I bet at least one," she persisted.

    I shook my head. "Doubtful. People tend to do that when

    they're alone in their room."

    She pointed at a monitor in front of me. "Can you use

    that computer to see what they're doing?"

    "Yeah, but it's our policy not to."

    "Let me back there, I want to take a look."

    "Sorry, employees only. They have a very strict rule

    about that."

    "Then I'd like an application, please," she

    pestered. I sighed and pulled an application from a file and handed it to her
    along with a pen; I figured it would be easier than arguing with her. She
    looked it over and asked, "Who does the interview?"

    "Tonight I would do the pre-interview but a full-time

    staffer would do the final."

    Nico smiled wickedly, put the pen to her lips and sucked

    lightly on it. "I think there is at least one person here watching porn
    this very moment but you think not. We should bet on it," she suggested.

    "What would we bet?"

    "If I win, I want you to seriously consider a proposal.

    If you win --"

    "You have to tell me why you can't have a

    boyfriend," I finished.

    She frowned. "Not very imaginative. Alright, if that's

    what you want." We shook hands and she pointed at the computer. "You
    do whatever typing you need to do while I fill this out." I took me less
    than a minute to launch a program and click a few parameters to get the answer.
    In less than that time Nico had completed the application and was holding it
    out to me. I checked to see if anyone was watching before I turned the monitor
    towards her, defeated. "Ha!" she exclaimed. "I knew it!"

    Shaking my head, I turned the monitor back and closed the

    program. Three people were surfing porn sites. I took the application and
    asked, "So, what's your proposal?"

    "I'd like my pre-interview first, then we can

    talk."

    "Alright." I started to read over her application

    but she protested.

    "I believe I have an expectation of privacy during an

    interview. Is there a room we can use?"

    I let my coworker know I was doing a pre-interview. He

    nodded without ever looking up from his movie. Nico and I went to a small
    conference room and sat at the table. I started through the prepared list of b.
    s. questions.

    "So, Miss Dewpot," I read the name she wrote on

    the application, "why do you want to work at this lab?"

    "Well, I've always found computers sexy, what with all

    those big hard drives and such."

    I made a check mark. "And what are your best

    qualities?"

    She looked up at the ceiling. "I'm loyal, punctual, and

    I don't take shit from anybody. Also, I give a pretty mean blowjob and have
    been told my cunt tastes like the nectar of the gods. Your words, not
    mine," she reminded me.

    "All admirable qualities," I agreed. "What's

    you're greatest weakness?"

    "If someone gives me shit I hurt them. Sometimes I end

    up in jail." I laughed and shook my head. "Did I pass the first
    round?" she asked.

    "I'm afraid we can't hire you, Miss Dewpot. According

    to your application you have a PhD so you're over-qualified." I added,
    "And you've been convicted of a felony but you neglected to say what
    for."

    "I always knew I would make it someday," she

    smirked. She stood and came around the table and sat on the edge right in front
    of me. She took the application from my hands and tore it up, letting the
    pieces fall one by one from her fingers. Then Nico fixed me with those green
    eyes of hers. "I'm going to propose something that I want you to take your
    time thinking about before giving me an answer and I'd like you to not
    interrupt me with any questions until I'm done."

    She waited a moment. I sat silently so she continued.

    "You love to lick my cunt." It was a statement and not a question but
    I nodded anyway. "Now I've been eaten out by half a dozen people and it is
    my unbiased opinion you are far better than any of them and that includes a
    couple of lesbians." I opened my mouth to comment but shut it quickly.
    "It was a phase," she explained.

    "Anyway, the other night I was having a pow-wow with

    several girls, and the topic invariably turned to sex. You may not know this,
    but sometimes when women talk to other women about sex, it can be in a very
    explicit manner. Anyway, the talk came around to oral, and listening to these
    girls, I realized they've never experienced anything like I have with you. It
    made me a little sad for them and made me feel a bit selfish.

    Self Employment.

    "As I've said before, I can't have a boyfriend but I

    feel like I've effectively taken you off the market. You should be out there
    meeting girls and going to town, or more to the point, downtown, but you spend
    a lot of your free time with me." A dark look must have passed over my
    face because she added quickly, "Don't worry, I still want to hang out
    with you and suck that beautiful cock of yours. And I want you to keep on
    sticking your tongue up my love hole," she added. I relaxed and waited for
    her to go on.

    "The other problem is that you're anti-social. Maybe

    that's what attracted me to you, initially, since I'm a fellow outcast. So, add
    all that up and it's a dilemma. I want to keep hanging out with you, I want to
    help you, and I want to help my fellow woman. So, what's the solution?"

    I shrugged as I didn't have the slightest clue as to where

    she was going with this. "To be honest, I didn't know either until last
    night when I was lying in bed, masturbating while imagining your face buried in
    my crotch. The answer was right there, staring me in the cunt." She paused
    and smiled. "I propose that I set you up with girls who are in dire need
    of a good licking!"

    I sat and stared at her for a very long time. My mouth was

    possibly hanging open. Finally, I asked, "Can I talk now?" She
    nodded. "You want to pimp me out?"

    Nico shook her head vigorously. "No, of course not, no

    money will change hands, although I will get a piece of the action."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Afterwards, you tell me, in glorious Technicolor, all

    the sordid details. It's a win-win-win for everyone. You meet new girls, they
    have the best orgasms of their lives, your fame spreads and I get off
    afterwards."

    "Sounds like everyone will get off. Will I?"

    She smiled and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Silly

    boy! Of course you do. It's part of the 'after.' Now," she slid off the
    table and stood up, "I want you to think about this and tell me your
    answer tomorrow night. Pick me up at six and take me out to dinner."

    "Why should I take you to dinner?"

    "It's only fair," she said over her shoulder as

    she walked out. "I'm a convicted felon with a doctorate. I can't get a job
    in this economy."

    I sat in that room for a long time and pondered on what kind

    of sociopath I had gotten mixed up with.

    I didn't get any sleep that night. I simply lay there and

    thought about her proposal. It was both terrifying and titillating. I would
    have to put myself out there and meet new people. On the other hand I longed to
    know how other girls tasted. Would they be like Nico or does each woman have
    their own unique flavor? From the porn I've seen I knew vaginas came in all
    shapes and shades but would they taste different? Would some girls be clean
    shaven? I oscillated between panic and arousal all night.

    Of course I said yes, because that's what Nico wanted. I

    told her the next night as we were finishing up our meal at a nice Italian
    place near the edge of campus. But I also had some concerns. "Will there
    be any ground rules?" I asked.

    "Like what."

    "I don't know." I looked around to see if anyone

    was eavesdropping. All the closest tables were engrossed in their own
    conversations. "Do I get right of refusal?"

    Nico nodded. "Of course. If you feel uncomfortable or

    get some weird vibe off a client you can call it off."

    I was appalled. "Did you just say client?"

    "Maybe trick is a better term?" She watched with

    amusement as my face turned crimson red. Our waitress dropped off the check and
    was about to say something but hustled away when she saw me. It took me a
    minute to realize Nico was toying with me. "Yeah," she said,
    finishing the last of her soda, "I'm just fucking with you."

    "Someday I'll learn," I muttered as I left enough

    cash to cover the check and the tip. I looked across the table at her.
    "Walk you back to your dorm?" I offered.

    On the walk back she veered us through a graveyard, saying

    it was a shortcut. The sun had set minutes before but we still had enough light
    to pick our way along the paths. There, deep in the middle of the graveyard,
    she sucked me off as I leaned against a huge headstone. When I was finished she
    forced me onto the ground and straddled my face. The dry, dormant grass
    scratched the back of my neck as she writhed above me. And, yes, her pubic hair
    was streaked with green.

    Open For Business.

    Over two weeks went by before we got our first bite. In the

    meantime, I had my doubts but Nico kept reassuring me her project was on track
    and that she was carefully baiting the water. She didn't want to be too pushy
    and scare potential clients away. Instead, she casually dropped little morsels
    and waited for them to come to her. Even then, she was demure and gave scant
    details, feeding them just enough scraps to whet their appetite. She knew she
    had one hooked when a normally reserved girl came to her room and asked
    explicit questions. The girl's eyes became bigger and bigger with each answer
    until she broke and asked if Nico could set her up with me.

    Nico told me all this while sitting on my lap one night and

    grinding her crotch against mine. I was naked and she was fully clothed.
    "I've arranged for you two to meet Saturday night at a house party down on
    Oak Street." The pleasure I had been experiencing was offset suddenly by
    the sick churning of my stomach and my whole body stiffened. "Relax,"
    she said, rolling her hips in slow, delicious circles. "I'll be there to
    introduce the two of you. You'll meet, say hi, and then you'll take her somewhere
    quiet where you'll shove your tongue into her cunt until she comes."

    The feel of her body rubbing against mine made me relax bit

    by bit until I began to thrust back. Our bodies rocked in time. Those beautiful
    green eyes watched me intently as my breath started catching in my throat. I
    reached between us and unsnapped her jeans but she shook her head. "I need
    you hungry and on you're A-game Saturday night. You're on a diet until
    then." She buried her head in my neck and continued dry humping me.

    Her hips ground against me in short, sharp, rapid thrusts,

    the intense friction building to a breaking point. My body trembled and tensed
    and I grunted with every thrust. Sudden warmth flooded my crotch as I came.
    Nico drove on, trying in vain to reach orgasm but eventually slowing to a stop
    as I softened under her.

    She stood up and fingered the wet spot on her jeans,

    satisfied. "I'm going back to my room to masturbate. Maybe this time I'll
    get my whole fist in. I'll see you Saturday night." Before I could say
    goodnight she was gone. I spent the next hour touching things on my desk to
    ensure Nico's safety.

    Amanda.

    By the weekend I was a nervous wreck and could hardly keep

    any food down. The anxiety of meeting someone new and the pressure I felt to
    perform were wreaking havoc on my body. On Saturday evening Nico found me
    curled up on my bed. She stroked my head and slowly coaxed me first to a
    sitting, then to a standing position until she had me walking out the door. We
    held hands all the way there, me gripping hers the way a drowning man grips a
    lifeline. At the steps to the house she pried her hand from mine, smiled and
    said, "Relax. You'll do great."

    The party wasn't as crowded as I feared although it was

    relatively early. Nico approached a conservatively dressed woman and introduced
    me to Amanda who was as tall as me. Her white blouse was buttoned all the way
    up to the top and her black knee-length skirt had nary a speck of lint on it.
    She was decently attractive in spite of the stern look on her face. We shook
    hands, which I found oddly formal for the circumstances. Nico excused herself
    to go find a drink.

    Amanda and I looked at each other for a moment before we

    both turned away. I could see the embarrassment etched on her face and I knew
    exactly how she felt. Nico caught my eye from across the room and she made a
    shooing motion with her hand. I swallowed hard and said, "Well, this has
    to be the most awkward introduction I've ever had." Amanda smiled briefly
    and her face softened. I leaned forward and said softly, "Maybe we should find
    someplace quiet to talk."

    Amanda nodded and led on, threading our way through the

    gathering crowd and up the staircase. The second floor was nearly deserted and
    we found a bathroom with a working lock on the door. Amanda leaned against the
    counter, her body rigid. I stood in front of her and a little off to the side.
    I held up my right hand for her to see then I slowly brought it down to her
    hip. She stiffened slightly at the touch but then relaxed.

    "I'll stop any time you want; Just tell me," I

    said quietly. She nodded as I caressed her hip through her knit skirt. As she
    relaxed my hand traveled down her leg and low across the front of her thigh. I
    stopped there, gathering her skirt in my fingers and slowly hiking it up until
    I touched skin.

    I watched her closely. She was very still, with her eyes

    closed and her breaths shallow, looking fragile and delicate. My palm pressed
    against her skin and I thought I heard the slightest hitch in her breath. With
    a slow, deliberate movement I ran my hand around to her inner thigh and up. Her
    body rose with my hand until she was on her tip-toes and couldn't go any
    higher. She was biting her lip now and when my hand brushed over her panties
    there was a sharp intake of breath.

    With one finger I lightly stroked her sex through the cotton

    material. I could feel her swell beneath my touch, the subtle ridges and
    valleys becoming more pronounced with each passing minute. Amanda lowered her
    body until her feet were flat on the floor, pressing her cunt into my hand. My
    touch grew bolder and her face grew flushed. A glow was starting to shine from
    within her, a luster that brought out her beauty.

    She gripped the edge of the counter now, the muscles of her

    arms tight bands of pent up frustration. I used all the skills Nico had taught
    me. My fingers danced, drawing a low moan from her. The swell of her clit was
    pronounced and I strummed it rapidly. She bit back another moan and took in two
    great hitches of breath before the dam burst. I watched as the orgasm rolled
    through her and in that moment she was the most beautiful creature I had seen.
    When she finally opened her eyes she smiled at me.

    "Thank you," she whispered, her words barely

    audible. She started to smooth out her skirt but I turned her and backed her up
    to the wall opposite the counter. "What-," she began to ask but
    stopped when I crouched before her. I looked her in the eyes as I pushed her
    skirt up. Amanda watched wide-eyed as I kissed her mound through her panties.
    Her scent made me instantly hard, drawing my face into her sex. I hooked my
    fingers in the elastic waistband and pulled her panties off.

    Blondish-brown pubic hair, thick and curly, greeted me.

    Swollen labia called to me. I kissed her and she shuddered. My tongue parted
    her with ease and I tasted her. I plunged in and

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  • Geekz And Freakz: Part 1
    Geekz And Freakz: Part 1
    Thomas finds an improbable connection.

    Based on a post by mi

    woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



    Everyone

    has a story about their first time. Some are sweet and romantic, some are
    incredible, some are bizarre and some are disasters. My story may be all those
    things rolled into one. When I think back even I have a hard time believing
    what happened. I do know that I wouldn't be where I am today without the
    incredible woman who dropped so suddenly into my life, a woman I met the fall
    of my second year at college. I owe her so much.
    Thomas.

    Social Disabilities.

    I was getting that familiar buggy feeling I get when I'm in

    a crowd and my anxiety starts to crank up, but I kept it in check by looking
    down and avoiding everyone's gaze. The party was in full swing with music
    blaring from the lounge halfway down the dorm hall. Eager drinkers pressed in
    around me as I pumped the keg. There was not one familiar face in the crowd.
    Everyone there was with my roommate or his circle of friends. Normally, I
    wouldn't have associated with my roommate and would have preferred the quiet
    solitude of the library but the thought of strangers touching my things had
    been too much, so I volunteered to man the keg. This way, I could keep an eye
    on my stuff and get free beer.

    Black leather combat boots appeared on the floor before me,

    a change from all the tennis shoes, sandals, and flip-flops I had been seeing.
    My eyes followed the boots up to a black and green plaid kilt, up to an ancient
    black Joan Jett t-shirt tattered around the edges, up to a thin face framed by
    spiked jet-black hair, up until my eyes locked onto brilliant green eyes
    outlined in heavy mascara. She half-sneered at me, as if in challenge. I just
    nodded in greeting and passed her a beer. She gave me a little crooked smile
    and melted into the crowd, leaving me slightly flushed. I continued pouring but
    kept thinking about her green eyes and how they seemed to bore into me.

    Later those boots and those eyes were back, looking for more

    beer. Her hands were empty, though, and the supply of plastic cups had run out
    several minutes before. "Sorry," I said. "What happened to your
    cup?"

    She scowled. "I put it down to send a text and it must

    have been picked up by one these ass-hat frat boys." Pointing to a
    half-full mug on the shelf next me she asked, "Whose is that?"

    "Mine," I explained and she picked it up and

    downed the rest before smirking and holding it out. I refilled it and she took
    a long sip off the top before handing it back.

    A Freak named Nico.

    "I'm Nico," she volunteered as I took a drink.

    "Thomas," I said as she took the mug from my hands.

    A black widow tattoo decorated the inside of her left wrist and another tattoo,
    green vines twisting and choking a broken clockwork, adorned her right bicep. I
    counted at least nine different piercings in her ears and eyebrow. She was
    short, almost a foot shorter than me, with a slight build. At first glance she
    appeared frail but I noticed the way the cords stood out on her arms as she
    randomly plucked textbooks off my shelf and thumbed through them before
    replacing them in the wrong location. "Nico's a unique name," I said,
    attempting conversation. I winced inwardly at the awkward rhyming of my
    statement.

    "Short for Nicole," she explained without looking

    up from my Physics text.

    I stole a sidelong glance at her body. Her legs were pale

    and smooth and looked soft to the touch. On her left thigh I could see just the
    bottom of another tattoo and wondered what it could be. When I looked up she
    was watching me intently. Attempting to cover my embarrassment I joked,
    "Did you just come from the Young Republicans meeting?"

    "Church? I'm an altar girl," she said without

    missing a beat. She looked me over critically. "You don't fit in,
    either."

    I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans but I knew what she meant.

    My body language was all wrong. I nodded. "My roommate's party, my
    roommate's friends, his friends' friends, and so on. You know anyone
    here?"

    She shook her head. "No one. I walked a friend back to

    her room after a movie, heard the music and decided to crash."

    We talked as I continued pouring beers. Nico told me she was

    majoring in sociology and I said I was studying computer science and
    engineering. The fact that she didn't run away after I told her was
    encouraging. The music down the hall was cranked even higher and drinkers
    crowded in around us, forcing us closer together. Nicole shouted one-sided
    conversation in my ear as I pumped the keg. To be honest, I don't recall too
    much of what she said but I clearly remember the feel of her breath on my ear
    and the five times her body rubbed against my arm as the crowd pressed in.

    Eventually the keg ran dry and I had the unenviable task of

    turning away drunk but thirsty souls, their collective mood turning darker by
    the moment. All of my attempts to get them out the door failed, the crowd grew
    more surly. In the end it was Nico who drove them from the room with pushes and
    kicks, swearing at them the whole time. I taped a sign on the door, closed it
    and locked it.

    "Thanks. I thought we were going to be overrun."

    "The only thing a mob will understand is force,"

    she explained. It sounded like she was disappointed in me in some way.
    "You need to be more forceful and not let them walk all over you." I
    nodded mutely, thoroughly chastised. Then she smiled slightly. "Anyway, I
    owed you for sharing your mug."

    Nico sat cross-legged on my bed, sipping what was left of

    the beer, watching me shuffle around the room picking up trash. Her skirt had
    ridden up a bit exposing more of her thighs. I pretended not to notice and
    concentrated on stacking discarded plastic cups and tossing them in the
    wastebasket. I finally got to my bookshelf and was, at last, able to reshuffle
    the textbooks into the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost
    overwhelmed me but I fought it successfully. Only crazy people touch things
    like that. When I looked at her I saw she had a curious expression on her face.

    "What?"

    Her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted thoughtfully.

    Finally, she asked, "Are you gay?"

    "No," I said, completely unoffended. It was not

    the first time that question had been asked of me.

    "Didn't think so." She patted the mattress next to

    her. "Come here and take a break."

    Stretching his comfort zone.

    I sat on the bed with my back against the wall. I tried to

    look relaxed on the outside but I doubt I succeeded. Every nerve in my body was
    jangling and my body felt stiff as a board. Nico didn't seem to notice. Instead
    she rubbed at a mark on her skirt before turning and looking at me closely. I
    started to wither under her stare.

    "What?" I asked again, afraid she had noticed my

    right ear lobe was slightly larger than my left.

    She shook her head, a frown on her face. "You're not

    like other guys, are you?"

    "No, I suppose not."

    She nodded, absently picking at the scuff mark. Without

    warning she kissed me, hard, pinning me against the wall. Once I recovered from
    the initial shock I began to return the kiss but I was always a step behind.
    Her tongue forced its way past my lips, so alive and electric. My hand went to
    her back; her hand went to my crotch as she drove me down onto the bed.
    Tentatively I moved my hand down to her ass and she boldly shoved her hand down
    the front of my jeans.

    She stopped kissing and stared at my crotch, her hand

    squeezing up and down my length. Her hands scrabbled at my jeans, tugging them
    down to my thighs until I was exposed and erect before her. Nico muttered,
    "No fucking way!"

    Before I had a chance to speak she had me in her mouth.

    Someone was pounding on the door, jiggling the handle and demanding beer. The
    shouting and pounding and sucking continued unabated for several minutes until
    the knocker finally took the hint and went away. All I could hear, aside from
    the thudding of my heart, were the soft wet sounds of her mouth sliding over my
    cock.

    The feel of her tongue was too much and my whole body

    tensed. With a groan I came, eliciting a muted whimper from Nico. She continued
    bobbing for another minute, the sensations intensifying with each bob, drawing
    out more groans from deep within me body. Finally, she ceased and let me slide
    from her lips. She sat back against the wall and dabbed at the corners of her
    mouth before sucking on her finger.

    I lay there, stunned and pleased and vulnerable and

    invincible all rolled into one. The feeling of invincibility faded, though, and
    I gradually became aware I was lying naked in front of a girl with my now-limp
    cock on full display. Embarrassed, I started to pull my pants up but her hand
    stopped me.

    "Don't; seeing it pleases me," she said.

    "Your very first blowjob?" I nodded dumbly and she smiled.
    "Thought so. What did you think?"

    I tried to put it into words but my vocabulary failed me.

    "It was amazing. I-" How could I describe something made me feel so
    many different emotions all at one time? Instead, I shrugged and shook my head.

    She nodded in agreement. "Kneel on the floor in front

    of me." I did and she scooted to the edge of the bed. Nico gathered her
    kilt in her hands, slowly revealing the pale flesh of her thighs, the serpent
    tattoo that started on her left hip and rose towards her abdomen, and the black
    cotton of her panties. She pulled my face to her crotch and I stared at it.
    "Kiss it," she commanded.

    I pressed my lips against the dry fabric. Nico shifted and I

    felt soft yielding flesh under the panties. Her musk filled my nose and I
    became light-headed. I kissed her again, my mouth open slightly and her hips
    rose slightly to meet me. Without hesitation I licked her and the cotton turned
    from dry to damp to wet and then I could faintly taste her. I tongued her
    roughly through her panties, wanting, needing more until she pushed my head
    back with one hand.

    Those green eyes, punctuated by black eyeliner, stared at me

    intently. I couldn't tell if she was pleased or angry but I did recognize her
    surprise. I don't know how long she held me there but with each passing moment
    I became more desperate to taste her again. Finally, her eyes narrowed and with
    her free hand she pushed her panties down her thighs, leaving me to pull them
    the rest of the way off. The hand holding my hair slowly relaxed and dropped
    away.

    I bent down and softly kissed her inner thigh. She tasted

    like fall, of rain and the sweet smell of slowly decaying leaves. I kissed
    higher and now I could truly smell her. I paused and, for the first time in my
    life, gazed at a woman's sex. Neatly trimmed black pubic hair framed her
    glistening folds. The swollen clit bulged slightly under its hood, calling to
    me. I could feel her heat on my face, drawing me in. My tongue parted her,
    delved into her, and dipped into her nectar. A guttural moan filled my ears and
    my soul fell into her, drowning happily in the pool of her wet heat.

    With slow and tender licks and kisses, I explored every nook

    and cranny of her, liberating her juices, coating my mouth and chin. Low,
    primal sounds filled the room only to be muted by the sudden pressure of her
    thighs against my head. I pushed on, my tongue darting and flicking and she
    trembled and shook beneath me. Her thighs hugged my face, each squeeze more
    powerful than the last, cutting off the blood to my brain until the world
    dimmed.

    When I came to my senses Nico had me by my hair and was

    twisting my head painfully to the side. Tremors rolled through her body and she
    looked down at me triumphantly. Her face was flush and sweat beaded on her
    forehead. With a crooked smile she pushed me away playfully in an odd display
    of affection. I wiped my face with my shirt and realized my erection was back.

    Nico looked at the clock and bolted from the bed.

    "Shit! My curfew is in ten minutes!"

    I couldn't believe my ears. "You live in Mother

    Mary?" I teased. She shot me a dangerous look as she smoothed down her
    skirt. To make up for the slight I offered to walk her back.

    We hustled across campus to Mary Hall, the lone all-women

    dorm on campus. Also known as Mother Mary, the Nunnery, or, more crudely, the
    Virgin Vault, it was the only dorm that had a curfew. A favorite of
    over-protective parents to guard their daughters against all the evils of
    college life, it was also the only dorm with a waiting list. We got to the
    front doors with two minutes to spare according to the large antique clock over
    the entrance. Nico kissed me lightly on the lips before disappearing inside. I
    was walking on air on my way home before realization set in.

    I had forgotten to get her number and I didn't know her last

    name. I'm such an idiot.

    Vanished.

    The following week I walked slowly past Mary Hall on the way

    to and from class hoping I'd run into Nico, even walking out of my way whenever
    I had time. I had her panties which I had found balled up under the edge of my
    bed and I carried them with me like I was the prince in a perverted version of
    Cinderella. Not once did I get a glimpse of her. I slept with the shirt I had
    worn that night. I hadn't washed it and I could still smell her on it.

    After two weeks I had almost given up seeing her again. I

    was in my room catching up on homework when I heard a voice. "Hey." I
    looked up at those brilliant green eyes. Nico was standing in my open door
    wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans, a lock of jet black hair covering one eye.
    She flashed that crooked smile and asked, "Am I bothering you?"

    "Nope," I said, quickly closing my Advanced

    Calculus textbook. She shut the door and sat on the edge of my bed.

    "Is your roommate around?"

    "No, he rarely sleeps here. He usually stays with

    friends who belong to the frat he's rushing so I basically get the room to
    myself."

    "About that night," she began but stopped. She

    gave me a cold, hard stare. "You haven't told anyone about it, have
    you?" I swore I hadn't. "Good, keep it that way. You tell anyone and
    I'll hurt you."

    "I swear, I won't say anything," I said meekly,

    withering under her gaze. She was starting to scare the absolute shit out of
    me.

    Anxiety clashes with boldness.

    "Okay, I believe you." She looked at me for a long

    moment then said, "Take off your clothes."

    "What?"

    "Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked."

    "Why?" I asked before I could stop myself.

    Nico stood up, tilted her head and looked curiously at me.

    "Are you a virgin?"

    I swallowed and avoided her eyes. I finally shrugged and

    confessed, "I've never done those things before."

    "What? Kiss a girl? Feel another person's tongue on

    your own? Touch a girl's ass?" I stared at the floor under the desk. I was
    too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. "Or was it something else?"
    she persisted.

    "You know, like what you did to me," I bumbled.

    "You mean when I put your erect cock in my mouth and

    sucked on it until you ejaculated your sperm down my throat. That's called a
    blowjob."

    "Right. That." I swallowed nervously and went on.

    "And what I did to you."

    "Ah, you mean cunnilingus, more commonly known as

    eating me out or licking my cunt."

    "Yeah, licking your, you know, pussy."

    Nico shook her head. "You didn't lick my cat, you

    licked my cunt."

    "Ok."

    "Did you like licking my cunt?"

    "Yeah."

    "Say it."

    "I liked licking you."

    "I want you to say the word." She waited, an

    amused expression on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable I
    was. "Say, cunt."

    "Cunt," I said quietly, flinching as I did so. All

    my life I had been taught that was the worst word one could ever say.

    She laughed. "My God, you really are a virgin, in more

    ways than one." Her laughter shamed me and my ears burned. I felt so
    small. "Well, at least I know you're clean. Tell me, Thomas, are you one
    of those types who save themselves for marriage? Did you swear a promise to
    your God you would remain pure and chaste until your wedding night?" she
    mocked.

    "Not that it's any of your business, but no," I

    said a bit defensively.

    "Do you believe in God, Thomas?"

    "No, do you?"

    Nico snorted with derision. "I have don't have time to

    waste on that nonsense." She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper
    down. "I don't have time to waste, period. Do you want to lick my cunt
    again, Thomas?" She reached into her panties. "I'm so wet and I'm so
    willing. Do you want to taste me, Thomas?" She pulled her hand out and
    held it up in front of me. Two of her fingers glistened and shone. I was
    already salivating. I nodded. "Then take off your goddamn clothes."
    There was a menace behind those words even though they were said neutrally.

    I stood and peeled off my shirt then my jeans. After a

    moment's hesitation I kicked off my boxers. Nico shook her head and pointed at
    my feet. I understood and pulled off my socks. I stood there in the middle of
    my room naked and semi-aroused as Nico walked slowly around me appraising my
    body. I silently prayed she wouldn't notice my earlobes or that my rib cage was
    a little asymmetrical. She stopped in front of me and raised an eyebrow as she
    looked at my cock.

    "Utterly fucking amazing," she said softly.

    "How big is it?"

    Like most guys, I had been curious with the length of my cock.

    I had measured it and done my research but for some reason I was embarrassed to
    admit that to her. Instead, I simply said, "Bigger than average, I
    suppose."

    She shook her head. "Indeed it is. I thought my mind

    was playing tricks on me again and my memory was fucked up. But there it
    is." She sighed. "On your knees," she commanded.

    I obeyed. Nico kicked off her jeans and stood before me.

    "I can't have a boyfriend," she said, as I tasted her. I didn't care.
    I just nodded and drank her in.

    In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one

    leg draped over the armrest and me kneeling on the floor in front of her, my
    head buried between her legs as orgasm chased orgasm. When she finally pushed
    me away almost a half an hour had passed.

    Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood,

    my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at
    Nico. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a
    satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert tits rose and fell, her nipple ring
    catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an
    apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left tit.

    She motioned me over until I was standing next to her.

    "Masturbate on me," she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes
    and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment,
    she looked sickly. When I hesitated she said emphatically, "Thomas, I want
    you to jerk off, until your cum sprays over my face!"

    I stood over her and masturbated as Nico's hands played

    lightly over her body, her fingers teasing her nipples and tracing random
    patterns over her stomach. The room was silent except for the rhythmic
    whispering of skin rubbing skin. She still had her eyes closed, and her mouth
    half-open and inviting. I watched her drive her middle finger deep into her
    cunt. With her other hand she caressed my sac, pulling me closer to her expectant
    mouth until the tip of my cock rubbed against her lips.

    She sucked it momentarily then whispered, "I can't have

    a boyfriend."

    I continued stroking, my orgasm nearing. Her lips nuzzled

    the underside of the fleshy tip, sending jolts of electricity directly down my
    shaft, through my balls and up my spine. With a groan the dam burst. White
    lines of cum jetted across the bridge of her nose and caught in her heavy
    lashes. She pulled me into her mouth and I came some more. When I was finished
    my knees felt weak.

    "I can't have a boyfriend

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About My First Time

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Tales of experiencing that first time. Some of them may be true.