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April 22 Michigan Weather and Women: Part 3

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 3How did we ever get here?
Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"When
I was fourteen, Mr. Johnson introduced me to a friend of his, Henry
White, who was a master plumber. Henry was a high-functioning alcoholic
whose temper had driven away all his old apprentices and journeymen.
Luckily, I was always big for my age, and Mr. Johnson assured Henry that
I was seventeen, turning eighteen in the next few months, so he took me
on with the promise to make me an apprentice as soon as I was old
enough. By the time that Henry learned my actual age, he had come to
rely on me so much that he kept me on."
"But what about school? Don't you need a high school diploma to become an apprentice?"
"One
good thing about growing up in a small town is that most people know
the score. I made it to school when I could, and Henry and I worked a
lot on the weekends, while Alison watched the rest of my siblings. Most
of my teachers let me through with C's and D's, even though I must have
missed half of my classes. Everyone knew that I was working with Henry
and that I would need my high school diploma to become an apprentice, so
they just kind of let me slip through.
"I
had well over 6,000 hours of experience plumbing before I even turned
18 and could formally become an apprentice. By that point, Henry was a
significantly less functional alcoholic, and I was doing everything for
his business; all the plumbing and all of the invoicing. He just signed
off on the work. If anyone had ever looked into it, he could have gotten
into real trouble, but we did smaller jobs for folks who didn't have a
lot of money, so no one ever noticed or cared.
"Just
about the last thing that Henry did before he passed was to swear out
my application to become a master plumber. Then one day I showed up for
work, and he had died in his sleep. He didn't own much of anything,
other than his tools, and he didn't have any family that I knew of, so I
just kept on working."
After
a few minutes spent lying together in silence, I thought that Erin
might have drifted off, but she had one more question for me before she
did.
"When did your mom leave?"
I
had never told anyone that part of my story; even my brother and
sisters thought that Mom had just left one day, leaving me in charge.
The reality was so much worse.
"By
the time Lane started school, Mom had already left us. Not physically,
but in all the other ways that matter. She didn't work, and she
regularly brought her 'boyfriends' back to our house to trade sex for
drugs. Any support she got from social services went straight into her
arm or up her nose. I was working long hours by then, to pay the rent
and put food on the table, so sometimes that meant that Mary or my
brother would be at home with Mom when I wasn't there. I knew it was
playing with fire, but there was nothing I could do about it other than
pray.
"Normally,
when I got home, I would blow my horn as I pulled into our drive and
Lane would come running out to hug me and tell me about his day. So, I
knew something was wrong when I came home late one evening, turned off
my truck, and he still hadn't come out. I went inside, and Mom was
sitting stoned in the living room watching TV. I asked where Lane was,
and she just waved toward the back of the house. Alison and Sharon were
out, so Mary and Lane were home with her by themselves. I found him in
the room that we shared, cowering in the corner, with little Mary
guarding the door. She was only eight at the time.
"After
a few minutes, I got Lane to tell me what was wrong, and he showed me
his arm. Earlier, he had been in the kitchen and had bumped into Mom
while she was cooking something on the stove. In a burst of rage, or
maybe just evil, she grabbed his arm and held it against the burner. You
can still see the scar on his arm today.
"That
was the end of it. I asked Mary to stay with Lane in our room, I packed
Mom's things into the one suitcase we owned, and I drove her to the bus
station. I bought her a ticket to Grand Rapids, gave her all the cash
in my wallet, and waited with her until she boarded. I told her I would
call the police if she ever came back.
"Before she left, she spat on me and told me she wished I had never been born."
I
marveled at how flat my voice sounded, but to my surprise, my cheeks
felt wet. I thought I had lost the ability to cry long ago.
"Can
you imagine that, abandoning your own mother? I'll probably burn in
hell, but it was the only way I could think of to keep my brother and
sisters safe. I haven't seen her since, although she used to call a
couple of times a year asking for money. I didn't feel too bad about
hanging up on her when she did, though, since she was still collecting
family benefits for us all. Lane barely remembers her, which is likely a
blessing, so I made up the story about Mom going away for the weekend
and never coming back.
"Since
then, I have done what was needed for us to survive. When Alison
finished school, she wanted to stay home to help look after the others,
but I convinced her to go to college. I said that Mom had put aside some
money for her tuition, but of course, that was a lie. I have been
making the payments for her, but I wanted her to have the chance to just
be young, for once. To get away from all of this, at least for a
while."
"But what about you, Davis?"
"I don't matter."
"Well, you matter to me."
While
I was speaking, Erin had wrapped both arms around me and was now
holding me tight against her body. When I finished, my body was wracked
by waves of uncontrollable grief, but she held me through it all.
Eventually, as I started to calm down, she gave me gentle kisses on the
nape of my neck and whispered to me in a soft voice.
I don't remember what she said, but I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The
power came back on early the next morning, and Erin and I were the
first people to wake up. She lay beside me with a small smile on her
face.
"You've had some hard times, Davis Crawford, but you have come out the other side. You're pretty amazing."
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April 22 The Ball Drops For Sindy
She makes room for him over the holidays.
By Baztrachian. (edited) Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
In her freshman year at Northwestern Sindy had started working at a local coffee shop where she met Ryan. Ryan was five years older than Sindy, on the verge of graduating and merely looking at him made Sindy’s pulse race faster.
Ryan for his part was initially unaware of Sindy’s interest in him. But over the course of the year he’d come to the coffee shop to study and he gradually started to notice the cute girl with the blonde hair always staring at him. He found himself appreciating the graceful curve of her modest breasts and her almost ever-present smile.
It was a few days before the end of September when Ryan asked Sindy if she’d like to go out for a date sometime. Naturally she said yes.
Sindy’s parents were not wealthy but they were well off and when Sindy went to college they made sure she had her own apartment. It was just a one bedroom affair with another room that was her kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one. Where Ryan shared his cramped dormer with two other young men that meant that his dates with Sindy frequently took place at her apartment.
Despite the circumstance their relationship was rather chaste. Sindy was always careful to make sure that things never got out of hand and that often left Ryan feeling frustrated. Still, he loved the girl and felt she was worth waiting for. But at the same time he longed to feel her bare skin against his own. Sindy of course had similar feelings for Ryan but she was constrained by her conservative spiritual upbringing and her parent’s expectation that she wait until marriage before getting physical with a young man.
Fate stepped in and late in the week before Christmas break one of Ryan’s roommates had left an electric hot plate unattended in close proximity to their pathetic little Christmas tree. Fortunately the ensuing fire took place during the day when almost all of the dorm residents were off at class. The remaining few who were in the dorm at the time safely made it out when the fire alarms went off.
Unfortunately the dorm was an old wooden structure and by the time the fire department arrived the building was a total loss. The fire department had no pretensions about saving the building and instead focused their efforts on preventing damage to other nearby dorms.
That afternoon Ryan got word that he was now out of a home and that what few clothes he owned had been consumed in the conflagration. The only spare clothes he still had were in his gym locker and these were suddenly much more important than they had been the day before.
Ryan texted Sindy and let her know about the fire. It turned out that Sindy had heard about the fire and she was of course pleased that Ryan was safe. But he had nowhere to live for the moment. The two of them agreed to meet for coffee to discuss the matter.
With the Christmas break only a day away Sindy asked Ryan if he could handle sleeping on her futon couch while she was away at home. The futon couch was one of those that went from being a couch into being a bed in moments. Naturally Ryan agreed to her terms that he keep his distance while living with Sindy and with only the things in his backpack he went home with Sindy.
That evening the two young people went out to gather a few sundries for Ryan to replace the things he lost. Sindy found it to be an intimate experience to shop for toiletries for her boyfriend and she also found herself desiring a more domestic lifestyle. Fantasies of marriage danced around her mind on the walk back to her apartment and she allowed herself a satisfied smile as she realized that it was now ‘their’ apartment.
The two of them stayed up later than usual due to the circumstance. They shared a late take out dinner and then got the couch set up as a bed for Ryan. Sindy excused herself to get ready for bed and Ryan listened as she did her evening grooming in the bathroom. He didn’t see her when she went into her bedroom and closed the door. His turn in the bathroom followed and then for lack of anything else to wear he just shucked his clothes and put on a clean pair of sweat pants for the night.
Sitting on his improvised bed Ryan caught his breath when Sindy returned to the room. She was wearing a simple silk nightshirt that buttoned down the front, her legs were temptingly bare, and the silk fabric readily betrayed the fact that Sindy’s breasts were tantalizingly unconstrained by a bra.
For her part Sindy felt flushed when she saw Ryan. It was the first time she’d seen him bare above the waist and he was everything she’d hoped for. He was well toned but not overly detailed like the narcissists she’d see in the weight rooms for hours on end. His chest had a proper tuft of hair unlike the fey boys who’d shave themselves hairless. And her eyes could not help but drift down to where she saw his sweat pants notably tented.
Being a relatively cloistered girl Sindy was naïve to Ryan’s erection and she merely thought it impressive. Still, the sight of her boyfriend half naked flustered the girl and she said a quick good night before retreating to the safety of her bedroom.
It ended up being more than an hour before either of the two of them slipped into a slumber.
The following morning saw Ryan waking up early. He started a pot of coffee and then took a shower. As he was washing himself he felt his morning hard-on and decided to do something about it. His fist wrapped around the hard cock and started working it. Trying to choke back his moans Ryan quickly spewed four strong streams of cum into the steaming water.
When he came out to the main room Sindy was already there, sipping her cup of coffee. The two young people were quite awkward as they tried to make conversation and it was the welcome fact of an early train for Sindy that put an end to the moment. A chaste kiss was exchanged and then Sindy ran off to catch her train.
Ryan watched her from the window as she ran down the street and when she turned the corner he saw her look back and wave. He smiled and waved at her as she walked out of sight.
Arriving at home Sindy somehow managed to get through the holiday without letting her parents know about Ryan or how he was currently living in her apartment. Images of Ryan’s bare chest replayed in her mind all through Christmas. At the church Christmas Eve service she found herself thinking about the birth of Jesus and how maybe someday she’d have a baby of her own. Her mind drifted back to Ryan and she snorted back a small giggle as she realized she didn’t want to have an immaculate conception.
Christmas came the next day and Sindy managed to slip away from her family long enough to call Ryan and wish him a Merry Christmas. The sound of his soothing voice was music to her ears and she found herself eager to get back to Evanston.
Her parents were actually impressed when Sindy told them she wanted to get back to school early. Her logical reason was that she wanted to be safe back at her apartment on New Year’s Eve instead of trying to travel with so many other people on New Year’s Day. That particular year New Year’s Day fell on a Sunday and that made the following day a work day. Even the news media predicted chaos for travel that day what with a massive snowstorm on the way for New Year’s Day.
It was just before lunch time when Sindy got back to the apartment. Ryan was out somewhere but she knew he’d be back because he was expecting her home. Sure enough she had just doffed her jacket and hat when Ryan came in the door. He set down a bag of groceries and the two of them shared a passionate kiss. Sindy didn’t care that Ryan’s hand cupped one of her boobs as they kissed. No, she realized she liked it.
They broke their kiss and laughed that they were so much more passionate with each other. Sindy for her part was glad that Ryan hadn’t gone any further because she didn’t trust herself after having such lustful thoughts recently, for him.
The two of them chatted and caught up with each other as they put away the groceries. Ryan had splurged and bought the makings for Sindy’s favorite cocktail which was a Mai Tai. Sindy didn’t care for champagne because it gave her headaches, so Ryan had thoughtfully planned on the Mai Tai to toast in the new year.
It was just after nine when the expected snow started to fall. It wasn’t long after that when Ryan poured a fifth of white rum into a pitcher and then added pineapple juice, sweetened lime juice, grenadine, and a generous amount of dark rum to round off the drink.
Now Ryan could drink pretty hard, like most senior college men; but to be fair to him he wasn’t planning on drinking the whole pitcher of Mai Tai that one night. The thing was that he only knew the recipe one way and that was how he made it. He expected the pitcher of the cocktail would be sipped on for a few days.
At eleven the two young people sat in front of their TV and watched as the new year was welcomed in New York City. They toasted each other and Sindy finished her second Mai Tai of the evening. When she set down her glass she excused herself to get ready for bed and suggested that Ryan do the same thing.
In her bedroom she pulled off her winter travel outfit of blue jeans and a flannel shirt and put on her favorite silk nightshirt. As was her habit, she dispensed with her bra for the night and felt a bit of relief as her size C globes were freed from their modest restraints.
It was then that Sindy noticed her panties were moist. She sighed with irritation because this was typical around the second week after her period, each month. She didn’t like that her panties would get wet with the same clear stringy fluid every ovulation. Taking off her panties she tossed them in her dirty laundry basket and grabbed a tissue to clean herself.
When she was finished, she tossed the tissue in her waste basket and then opened a drawer to find a fresh pair of panties. The first pair she found were her favorite linen panties she’d bought for herself at Nordstrom. She held them in her hand and shook her head at the thought of ruining them with all the ‘snot’ coming out of her pussy.
“Maybe he won’t notice”, she said to herself. Looking in the mirror to make sure her nightshirt covered her down to just above her knees she decided it would be okay to go without panties for the next hour. She absently nodded her head as if to approve this decision.
Returning to the living room she found Ryan bare chested as usual and wearing only his sweat pants. He’d converted the futon to a bed while she was busy and was under the blankets on his makeshift bed when she returned. He invited her to join him and share his warmth. She didn’t hesitate and she also didn’t hesitate to help herself to the Mai Tai glass that had been refilled while she’d been changing.
Ryan somehow managed to behave himself as a nearly naked Sindy sat next to him. He’d seen her profile as she walked into the room and he instantly noticed the lack of panty lines under her silk nightshirt. He felt his balls roll with anticipation when the girl got under the blankets with him.
He also did his best to convince his cock to settle down as he wrapped his arm around her; both of them watching the TV which was on her side of the futon.
The hour went by and soon enough there was a countdown and then the TV showed the fireworks at the Navy Pier in Chicago as the new year arrived.
Ryan pulled Sindy over close and kissed her to celebrate their first new year’s celebration together. The two of them were warm and tense when Sindy broke their kiss to suggest they toast the new year.
Sindy’s glass was empty again so Ryan got up and refilled it from the pitcher on the kitchenette counter.
Returning to her, he saw her sitting up, her bare feet on the carpet and then saw the silly smile on her face. She was sitting on the edge of the futon and he thought she might be thinking about going to her bedroom. He realized she wasn’t drunk but she wasn’t far from it. He put the two glasses down on a side table and then knelt down on the carpet in front of Sindy.
Leaning into her as she sat on the bed he gently kissed her. Her arms came up around him as she kissed him back. A few minutes went by as the two of them kissed and explored each other’s bodies. The music from the celebration on TV created a very romantic tone for the moment.
Sindy didn’t notice when Ryan deftly undid the buttons on her nightshirt. Her whole universe at that moment was consumed with the sensations of kissing, being kissed, and feeling the strong bare shoulders of her man. She also didn’t notice as Ryan gently parted her knees with his hips.
“Oh.” Ryan heard her say as she felt him suckle on one of her nipples. She kissed the top of his head and her hands went to his waist as she felt him grinding himself into her crotch. Remembering that she wasn’t protected by the flimsy fabric of her panties her hands went further down his waist to find the reassuring presence of Ryan’s sweat pants right where they should be.
Ryan pulled away from her for a moment and shut off the TV. They were now in darkness save for the light that came in from the street outside. It was also unusually quiet what with the sounds of the city muffled by an ever intensifying snow storm.
In the darkness she saw him stand up and when he took her hand she obliged and stood up as well. She complied when he eased her nightshirt off of her shoulders even though she wasn’t truly cognizant of the situation. The presence of his sweat pants made her feel that it was okay if one of them was naked.
He guided her back to the bedroom, helped her into bed, and pulled the warm blankets over her. Then he went to the other side of the bed and climbed in. Her brief exposure to the cold air of the apartment made her welcome the warmth when Ryan moved partly on to her and kissed her again.
She felt his hand explore her body and she didn’t complain. His big warm hand moved around feeling her neck, her breasts, her waist, her hips, and then he slowly moved it to her pussy. She tensed when he first touched her down there but then relaxed as he gently explored and then found her button. Sindy was overwhelmed with sensation and alcohol as Ryan ministered to her needs.
Ryan was no virgin nor was he a philanderer. He’d had just one girlfriend in high school and after three years of experience he knew his way around the female body. Sindy responded to his touch just like his old girlfriend used to. Her legs relaxed as he rubbed and teased her button and after some time he chanced to let a finger explore her cleft.
“Omigawd” he heard as his finger easily slipped into Sindy’s body. She was so wet for him. She was ready.
He moved himself over on top of her and gently parted her legs. The soft underside of his cock brushed against the fine blonde hair of her pubes as the two of them adjusted to their new position.
Sindy didn’t give it any thought when she had to spread her legs for Ryan’s legs above her. It was just the natural thing to do and she loved how his body was now pressing her down into the soft mattress. the bed that was cold a few minutes ago, was now warm and soft. She felt him moving and adjusting as they kissed. Then she felt something warm, firm, and yet soft brush against her lower belly. The alcohol made this sensation into something quizzical but not alarming. She was horny, but buzzed. She’s never been in bed with a man until tonight. the entire experience was surreal and wonderful.
Ryan moved himself down on the virgin and started sucking on her nipples and lightly biting them. She moaned in approval and then reflexively pulled her legs back and rested the soles of her feet against the backs of his thighs. Sindy herself was surprised when she did this. It seemed so lewd! Yet something had made her do this and it seemed like it was the right thing to do. She also felt more comfortable this way. Her primal nature directed her responses.
Sindy loved feeling Ryan suckling and biting her nipples and when he started kissing his way up her chest she had a moment of longing, wishing he’d suckle her some more.
His lips moved to her ear and lightly tugged at her earlobe. Then he moved his lips back to hers and she felt his tongue move into her mouth. It was her first French kiss and somehow it didn’t feel new or strange to her. It felt good to have part of him inside her body. Letting him into her body was, well; was just what her body knew to do.
In the midst of kissing him Sindy felt Ryan’s pelvis moving on her and she became aware of something very warm pressing against her pussy. She felt her pussy lips part and then the something moved between them rubbing back and forth. It felt nice. Very nice. She knew she wanted more of this feeling.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered into the night air.
“I’m making love to you.” was what she heard in reply.
Her mind struggled to process the import of what they were doing and what she had just heard.
'We couldn’t be having sex, right? We’re just making out! And besides’, she thought to herself, 'he still has his sweat pants on.’
Her hands moved from his shoulders to his waist. And then she moved them to his bare ass that was moving in synch with the sensation she felt between her legs. Sindy was torn as she realized that he was naked. She realized that the thing so wonderfully sliding back and forth in her furrow was Ryan’s thick and stiff bare cock. Part of her wanted him to stop. But it felt so good!
'It’s safe so long as he doesn’t actually go inside me’ she told herself.
Ryan moved and put one arm around her with his hand holding her left shoulder. His other hand snaked around her waist and held her tight. She wasn’t going anywhere now and they both knew this.
Ryan withdrew his cock from running between Sindy’s pussy lips and for a moment Sindy felt relief that he was done and at the same time she felt a pang of loss that it was over. She couldn’t help herself but to feel giddy when she felt him press into her. It wasn’t the same feeling as the rubbing but she wanted it all the same. Her cunt was hot, swollen, oozing, and hungry.
She felt him press into her with a kind of urgency. The blunt tip of his cock was now searching for her opening in earnest. She felt it press and then slip away from her. Then she felt his body move back and try again.
“Oh, I’m not so sure…” she said as Ryan’s blunt tip finally found the right spot and she felt that tip press into the mouth of her pussy. Her hands went to Ryan’s waist as if to push him away.
Ryan felt Sindy tense as his cock pushed past the threshold of her pussy. He felt her try to lift his body off of hers. He paused for a moment as she said something.
In that brief moment Sindy understood that Ryan’s mind had checked out. The same primal instincts gave him a course of directives, which his body was destined to accomplish without needing his brain to direct. He was holding her so tight and if she didn’t get him to stop it would be too late!
She struggled just a bit and realized her mistake as her movement got his cock into the exact right position to penetrate her body.
Ryan had felt his cock push past her pussy lips but then it wasn’t going any further. Then Sindy’s pelvis instinctively moved around and suddenly his cock moved deeper into her pussy.
Sindy caught her breath as she felt Ryan’s cock slip into her pussy. She was about to ask him to stop when his strong arms held her tight and he started thrusting into her. She wasn’t yet aware that her own hips were already beginning to move in sync with his primal mission. In a few moments she felt him deep inside her body and she felt his warm balls coming down, resting on her ass.
“Ohmigod.” she said.
Ryan felt a sense of relief with his cock finally buried into the object of his desires. He hadn’t had his cock in a pussy for almost six years and the feeling was exquisite. Part of him wanted to fuck her hard and get his rocks off. A more sensible part of him reminded him that he loved this girl.
“Are you okay?” he said to Sindy.
“Yeah.” she whispered, “We’re having sex aren’t we?”
He gave her a gentle thrust and replied playfully, “Yeah, I think we are.”
Ryan kissed her and slowly started thrusting himself into the girl. She took a little time to relax but eventually she did and so did Ryan. He raised up slowly, dragging his engorged cock along the rippled inner walls of her deep pussie canal; only to feel his shaft switch it’s polarity and drive back, deep into her deep canal again, dropping his balls again, on her awa
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April 22 The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 3.
Looking for more game-play.
Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

The
entire walk home, Ashley was smiling like a little girl on Christmas
morning, holding Michael’s arm and walking as close to him as she could.
Michael, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Antonio’s advice for
him to be his normal dorky self had worked, but had it worked too well?
Questions began to race through his mind. What if she invited him in?
What if she invited him to bed with her? How would she react when he
told her of his lack of experience? If she did want to sleep with him,
he didn’t dare try to hide the fact that he was a virgin; no way would
that end well. Sighing mentally, he decided he’d just have to play it by
ear and hope for the best.

“I… had such a great time with you,” Michael said as they approached her door.

“Me too,” Ashley agreed. “And… well, it’s still kinda early.”

“Uh… y-yeah?”

Throwing
caution to the wind, Ashley leaned forward and planted a long and
sensuous kiss on Michael’s lips. By the end of it, her tongue had found
his for the first time, to both of their delights.

“Why don’t you come in and stay a while?” she asked as they parted.

“But… wouldn’t Liz mind?”

“Liz
already told me she’ll be gone ‘til tomorrow. We have the place to
ourselves.” Sensing his hesitation, she continued, “Michael, believe me
when I say that I swore at the start of the night this wouldn’t happen.
No matter how well tonight went… I had no intention of inviting you in
after one date. Yet, here we are, and I don’t want the night to end. No
pressure, no expectations, I just… I want to spend more time with you. I
mean, it is Valentine’s Day, after all, and I do consider you my Valentine.”

“Now who’s the cheesy one?” Michael laughed. “I’d love to spend more time with you tonight, but only if you’re sure.”

Another peck on the lips, and Ashley said, “Positive.”

Taking
Michael’s hand, Ashley practically dragged him into the apartment and
locked the deadbolt behind her. She then took Michael’s suit jacket from
him, hanging it on the back of a chair at the breakfast nook. Before
long, she had kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the sofa.
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April 22 Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 2
Recovering From Bad Events.By regularguy 13. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Stay there," Arlo instructed her.

He turned the water off. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried his body. Then he patted her down.

"Let's get you to bed," he said.

He draped the towel over her shoulder as if that provided adequate cover. Then, he helped her stand. As they were leaving the bathroom, she said, "Wait."

She pulled the towel off her and proceeded to hang it in its place.

"Okay. Ready," she said.

Arlo was beside her with a protective arm around her waist. They walked into the bedroom. At first, Arlo watched her feet and made sure the floor was clear of hazards. Then biology and curiosity took over and he stared at her nakedness. His erection returned.
"Here we go," he said. "Sit on the bed."

Meadow landed hard onto the bed. Her boobs bounced delightfully and her legs splayed open showing tender, pink flesh.

"Easy now," Arlo said. He steadied her and kept her upright.

Meadow sat there. All the booze she had drank caused a shift in her personality. She was feeling depressed and indulged in self-pity. She sobbed.

"Why do men cheat on me?" she asked her nephew.

Arlo didn't know what to say so he said nothing. She continued.

"Ted was supposed to take me out tonight. Instead, he's having a cocaine party with two women he just met. He'd rather get high and screw strangers than be with me. We've been dating six months. Sleeping together for five. I gave him my ass and still he dumped me."

Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked up at Arlo with eyes full of sorrow.

He attempted to console her. "You're beautiful," he assured her.

Meadow looked at his manly dick and looked back into his brown eyes. Both reminded her of Ted. The alcohol flowing through her body changed her mood. The "self-pitying drunk" became an "angry drunk".

To her, Arlo represented Ted and all the other men who had cheated on her.

She grabbed his dick and pulled him to her. Arlo had no choice, but to get on the bed with her. They ended up side by side on the mattress.

"Hey! What are you doing? "Arlo shrieked.

Meadow laughed harshly and said, "I've had it being used and discarded by men. I'm in charge now."

She pulled on his cock to show that she was the boss. Then, she pulled his head to her and kissed him hard.

She was the aggressor. She rolled him on his back, climbed on top of him and kissed him more. Arlo was confused and hesitant.

"Wait. Aunt Meadow," he protested. He was worried her mood with shift again and he'd be in trouble.

"Puckered up," she responded.

She kissed him repeatedly. His fear evaporated and Arlo began to enjoy it. He found her lips warm and soft. He didn't care that his first real kiss was with a relative.

Wendy and Sue stepped out of the upstairs bathroom and Steven and Warren swooped down on them. They ushered them down the hall to Steve's room. Warren closed the door behind them.

"What's this all about?" Sue asked giggling.

Warren embraced Wendy and kissed her passionately. Then he said, "We can only watch our beautiful girlfriends moving sexily and seductively on the dance floor for so long before we need to wrap them in our arms and ravish them."

"Oh," Wendy moaned. She kissed her boyfriend. Romantic words like that were one of the reasons she loved him.

Sue and Steven kissed. The couples necked and made their way to the queen-sized bed in the room. They each took half. Caresses followed. Clothing was removed and flung to the floor.

The inebriated girls lay on the back and let themselves be lost in the moment. They didn't care they were naked or having sex while their friends were present.

The young women lay with their heads resting on pillows. Their eyes were closed as the boys fingered them and suck on their tits. They felt their bodies warm and their slits get slippery. Their breathing was audible. Small moans of pleasure were also heard.

The guys looked at each other and shared a secret smile as they snuck a look at the other's girl. Steve stared at Wendy's big tits. Warren noted Sue's fine, small pair.

Warren said, "Okay girls, time for you to suck our cocks."

Steven smiled. He liked the idea. The girls were agreeable. The guys sat up on the bed with their backs against the headboard. They smiled like they were the masters of the universe. The women knelt in between their date's leg.

"Oh, My God!" Sue screamed when she saw Warren's cock. "Is that for real?"

Warren laughed happily. He was pleased and proud that she had noticed. He grinned and said, "Yes."

Steve looked. He too was impressed. Wendy gave everyone a silly, drunken grin and she stroked her man.

Sue was still mesmerized. She asked in all honesty, "Wendy, you can handle that?"

Wendy blushed. Warren said, "She loves every inch of it. She can't get enough. Show her, Babe."

Wendy bent down and took it into her mouth. The head went in easily. She labored working on the rest. Sue and Steve watched intently.

Warren smiled. He loved being the center of attention.

Eventually, Sue realized she was staring and worried that Steve would get mad or feel inferior. She placed a hand on Steve's face, looked him in the eye and said, "I love you." She emphasized the last word.

He smiled gratefully and they kissed. Then, Sue did her darndest to show her man she appreciated his cock. She sucked, licked, kissed and stroked his average size member.

Warren got pissed when the short haired, small breasted blond ignored him and concentrated on her boyfriend. He took charge again.

"I smell pussy. I want to eat pussy."

They collegians re-arranged themselves for the next activity. The girls were shamed by his comment that he could smell their weeping cunts. The guys ignored their distress and dove in. They licked, fingered and slurped the nectar of their dates. The girls soon forgot about their embarrassment and loved the attention being lavished on them.

"Oh. Oh! Oh," Wendy cried out as she came. The combination of two fingers in her pussy and an active tongue on her button drove her over the edge.

Warren paused imagining he was hearing applause. Then, before Wendy could recover from her orgasm, he slid up her body and penetrated her.

"Oh!" she cried loudly. "Too much!"

Everyone looked her way. They saw her eyes roll back in her head. Her body trembled and she thrashed about. A look of shock washed over her face. Steve and Sue worried for her wellbeing.

Warren smiled as he watched his effect on her.

"Ah," Wendy sighed loudly. A bit later, her color returned. She breathed easier and cooed, "Oh. Oh. Oh, Warren!"

The concerned the other couple had vanished. Steve kissed Sue. He mounted and penetrated her slowly and gently.

"Oh!" Sue sighed loudly. She wrapped her legs around her man. It was wonderful to feel him inside her. The feeling was mutual.

"Em," Steve moaned.

They made sweet loved.

^^^

After an extended period of kissing, Meadow got on her hands and knees. She straddling Arlo and presented a breast to his mouth.

"Kiss my boob."

Arlo didn't hesitate this time. He kissed all parts of her boob. It looked huge hanging down from her chest. Soon he was licking and softly sucking on her big, hard nipple.

"Mum. Yeah, like that," she moaned. She enjoyed his attention.

Minutes later, she moved and swung the other tit over to his mouth. He gave it the same loving treatment.

She sat up and addressed him while towering over him. "I've sucked a lot of dicks. Not always because I wanted to, but to please some man. I'm not sucking yours. You are performing oral sex on me."

She slid her knees forward until her pussy was over his mouth. She sat on his face. "Eat me," she ordered.

A hot fur pie dropped on Arlo. He struggled to free his nose so he could breathe and then, he struggled to please her. He'd never done this before. He thought, "Oh God! What am I supposed to do? She liked, well I think she liked how I treated her breasts. I'll do the same thing".

He kissed her snatch and gently licked and sucked on her slit. He explored her with his tongue. Accidentally, he encountered her clit. She reacted in a positive way.

"Oh! Yes. There. There," she cooed.

Arlo brought his hands up and held her ass as he concentrated on the bump, this little nub that she seemed to like having touched. The whole experience reminded him of eating a peach. Both were fuzzy, juicy and delicious. He thought, "God! I'd never have guessed that eating pussy would be so fucking wonderful.".

Arlo was giving her his full attention. He noticed as time passed, she became more vocal and she moved her hips rhythmically. She cried out loudly, "Oh. Fucking yes!"

She ground her pussy hard into his face. She slammed into him and held it there. Her thighs clamped down on his head. Arlo had no idea what was happening. His range of movement was limited, but he continued to flick his tongue and stimulate her the best he could.

Meadow gasped loudly and drew in a large amount of air. She punched the top of his head and shouted, "Enough. Stop!" Then she rolled off and curled up into a ball. She rocked slowly, breathed deeply and concentrated on the wonderful orgasmic feelings that flowed through her body.

Steve was slamming his dick into Sue and she loved it and cooed, "Oh. Oh, baby. Yes."

This pissed Warren off. He pulled out of Wendy and manhandled her rolling her over. "Come on. Up on your knees. Time for doggie."

Bam! He slapped her ample ass and the sound echoed in the room.

"Ouch!" his date cried out.

His action had the desired effect. Sue and Steven looked over at him. His big heavy dick pointed menacing at them as he swiveled in their direction making sure they saw his large cock. Then he grabbed it and placed it against Wendy's butthole.

She freaked. "No! Don't even think about it!"

Wendy moved frantically getting her anus away from his dick. Warren laughed and moved his dick to her pussy. One hand held his dick at her opening, the other grabbed her hip. He held her still as he thrust inside her.

She raised her head and howled as he flew in her. "Oh, my God! Your dick spreads me."

Warren smiled. He was glad to be the center of attention again. Wendy preferred other, more intimate positions. She liked to see and kiss her lovers, but there was something special, naughty about doing it doggie style.

This position was a favorite of Warren's. He loved to pound away and see his dick penetrating a girl's pussy. He liked the deep penetration, the feeling of dominating his partner and the erotic view of her ass. They were all big turn-ons for him.

"Uhm. Uhm. Uhm," he moaned as he screwed his girlfriend.

Wendy also appreciated the deep penetration. She groaned, "Oh. Oh. So deep!"

She arched her back to change the angle of his dick. She moved to increase her pleasure.

"Back that ass up!" Warren called out as he saw and felt her bounce, swing and roll her hips.

She moved to get him to hit all the right spots for her. A bonus for Wendy was with every thrust, his swinging testicles stimulated her clit as they swung forward hitting her love button.

"Oh. Fuck me!" Wendy cried.

Steven and Sue found themselves moving in rhythm with their mates. The foursome fed off each other -- the sights, the sounds, the smells. There was a crescendo of guttural cries as everyone climaxed urged on by the others.

Warren took pride on being the last. He pulled out and shot his load on Wendy's ass and back. The big dog marked his territory and smirked.

Arlo lay on his side and watched and waited. After a couple of minutes, Meadow turned towards him. She punched his shoulder and said angrily, "You bastard. What's wrong with you? When a woman comes, leave her be and let her enjoy her orgasm. The clit gets too tender for you to keep going on and on."

Arlo stared at her blankly. He didn't know what she was talking about. He started babbling, "I'm sorry if I did it wrong. I've never done that before. I don't what's enough and what's too much. Sorry."

Meadow acted like she didn't hear his apology. She was still drunk and even though she had had an orgasm, she was still mad at men. She saw his erection and grabbed it.

"Get on you back," she shouted angrily.

Her rage startled him. He rolled over on his back. She straddled him and slotted his penis at her opening. She decided that she was going to do whatever she wanted. She was going to have fun tonight. She eased down on his hardness.

"Oh, yeah," she cried as he went in her.

Arlo cried out too, "Oh!" His exclamation was a cry of surprise.

She sank slowly on his rod. She savored the initial penetration and the spreading of her flesh. She said, "This is payback for all those jerks who fucked me, got off and left me unsatisfied. Why can't tonight be my night? Why can't I come twice?"

Arlo was shell shocked. This whole evening had been strange, a true night of firsts for him. Before this evening, he'd been an inexperienced virgin who hadn't kissed a girl and now he'd seen one naked, been jerked off, kissed a grown woman, sucked her tits, ate her pussy and, the piece de resistance, he was having sex, intercourse, with a woman.

"Oh," he moaned as he experienced the joy, the ecstasy, of being inside a woman.

She began riding him. She started slowly giving herself time to adjust to a hard, thick object in her vagina. She fucked with no consideration of her partner. She did what she wanted, at the speed and rhythm she desired. The echo of her last orgasm was present. She drew on those feeling and moved quickly toward another.

Arlo lay there as this beautiful woman gave him the most precious experience of his life. His dick loved everything she did. Lucky, he'd come in the shower fifteen minutes ago, otherwise he would have exploded the second time she bounced on his dick.

He watched her face take on a determined expression. He saw her boobs bouncing around like crazy. He saw her triangle of hair rise and fall as her vagina rose and fell on his cock. She clenched her teeth, spittle flew from her mouth as she sucked in and expelled air. Then she cried out.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!"

She slammed herself home faster and faster, harder and harder. Her pussy clenched his dick.

He came. "Oh God!" he yelled.

She came. "Fuck!"

His ears were ringing. His heart pounded. He'd never felt joy like this before.

Meadow lost contact with reality. She was already drunk. This orgasmic high took her to a new world. One of bliss, pure unadulterated bliss. She tumbled off him and luxuriated in the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience.

The lovers concentrated on the beautiful feelings. Sleep soon claimed them.

Meadow woke first the next morning. She was lying on her side. Her head faced the edge of the bed. She could see out the window. It was a dreary, rainy morn.

She was hungover. Her mouth was desert dry. Her head was pounding like there was a little monkey inside her skull banging a drum. She was achy and nauseous.

As full consciousness came to her, she felt a familiar sensation. Her vagina felt open and sore in a good way. That was how she felt the day after having sex.

"What happened last night?" she wondered. She remembered the fight with her boyfriend Ted. She knew they hadn't had sex. She remembered being upset, coming home, and drinking heavily. What happened after she drank was sketchy.

She lifted the sheet and said to herself, "I'm naked?"

That wasn't how she usually slept. She decided to check herself. She snaked a hand down to her pussy. She noticed her lips were swollen and sore and there were crusty remains on her sex and thighs. "Okay. I had sex last night?" she asked herself. "With who?".

She heard a male snort behind. Meadow sat up and turned around. She recognized the boy in her bed even though she only saw the back of him.

"Arlo?" she shouted panicking. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"Huh?" Arlo groaned as he woke.

When he turned toward her, Meadow saw his injuries. He had a black-eye and a rug burn on his face. His body had scratches and bruises.

She recalled scouring his face with her pussy and fighting over a liquor bottle. She immediately felt bad. She said, "Oh, Arlo! I'm so sorry."

She was distraught and had a flashback recalling more of what happened the night before. She recalled her drinking and the way she had used Arlo sexually. Her embarrassment and distress were increased by the injuries she saw on his body. She knew she had caused them all.

She began to cry and apologized again. "Arlo, I remember what happened last night. I can see I hurt you and I know I took advantage you. I'm so sorry."

He stared at her blankly. He remembered last night as his night of firsts. It was a great night in his mind. He dismissed the injuries as accidental and insignificant.

Before he could respond, she said, "I was drunk and abusive. I apologize. God! I don't know how I can make it up to you."

Suddenly the stories girlfriends had told her about being raped by men filled her mind. A common theme of the survivors was how difficult it was to put the horrific experience behind them and to trust men again.

Meadow began sobbing. She felt so guilty. She worried that she had done serious damage to Arlo, much deeper and more damaging than the scratches and a black eye.

She cried and said, "Arlo, I'm a lawyer, a district attorney. Every day I strive to do the right thing. My integrity and reputation are important to me. I fight for the victims of crimes. If I can't make things right, I try to make the situation better and give people some justice. My actions last night go against everything I believed."

Arlo was quiet and still. He didn't relate well to people under normal circumstances. He had no clue what to do with this blubbering woman confessing her sins to him. He made an awkward situation more awkward by saying and doing nothing.

Meadow finally stopped crying. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. Then she took a deep breath to settled herself.

"Arlo, what I did was bad. Wrong."

"I forgive you."

He was thinking about the two orgasms she had given him. He'd trade a black eye for a fuck any day of the week.

"No. You're just being polite. What I did was unforgivable! We can't pretend otherwise. We can't paper over this. What I did was serious."

Arlo lay on his side. He did and said nothing. She interpreted that to mean he was shell-shocked. She was determined to repair the damaged she had done.

She grabbed his hand and sat facing him. Her big breasts wobbled in front of his eyes. She said, "How can I make it up to you?

He stared silently at her chest. Her big tits sagged. That added to their appealing soft, luscious look. Her nipples were outrageous. They were big, hard and demanding to be suck, or so it seemed to Arlo. He dearly wanted to put his lips on her breasts.

He recalled what his grandfather had said the other day, "If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?".

In his mind, he said, "Oh my God! I'm there. I'm in that situation. One word and we could be having sex. This could be a win-win. I'll get to have sex and it will ease Aunt Meadow's guilty conscious".

He was certain that if he said the right words, he soon would be tapping his swollen penis against her vulva and that she would smile and moan as he slid his hard cock inside her wet vagina.

A lie could do good.

He justified it further saying to himself, "Look at her. She feels horrib
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April 22 Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 2
Desiree at the River.
By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In May of my senior year in high school, summer came early. It was in the high 80's every afternoon, and we were sweltering in the ancient high school as the air conditioner struggled to keep up. Desiree and I sweated through morning classes and afternoon study halls, longing to be out of there, somewhere cooler and more private. We were both 18, and the restrictions of school were almost over. That made them even harder to bear!
It was one of our teachers who provided the solution; I thank her silently to this day! She suggested that we get together with students from another study hall to work on our Senior Projects. The next day, the four of us told our respective teachers that we were going to go to the other room to work with our partners. In reality, we slipped out through the Tech Ed classroom and went to our cars. Minutes later, we were whipping down the back roads away from school.
I have no idea where the other two went. They weren't a couple, so chances are they simply went home. Desiree had other ideas. Her little Honda Civic zoomed along and ended up on Rte. 6 in the next town. She pulled into a little IGA grocery store that backed up on sparse pine woods. I asked her what she was after, but she smiled and said, "You'll see!"
Intrigued, I followed her inside. She went right to the center aisles where the seasonal goods were. My eyebrows went up when she brought two cheap beach towels. She did not explain. I carried them while she grabbed snacks and drinks and headed for the checkout. She paid quickly, and when we left the store, she walked right past her car. I followed, very puzzled, as she went around the corner. I knew she would tell me when she felt like it, so I carried the bags and watched her ass as it twitched inside her tunic. When she passed the dumpster and entered the shady pine forest, she looked over her shoulder and smiled sexily. I grinned back, knowing she was up to something good.
The trail twisted and turned for a hundred yards, then it ended abruptly at a knob of rock that stuck out into a shallow, broad river. I stopped and looked around amazed. I could see a quarter-mile in each direction, and there was nothing in sight. The water slipped over flat smooth rocks, occasionally interrupted by a snagged branch or a small boulder jutting up from the surface. The air smelled of pine, the sunlight was warm and tinged with green as it filtered through the high branches, and besides bird song, the only sound was the gentle hum of the distant road. It was spectacular; a tranquil oasis barely off a road I had driven countless times.
"Des; this is beautiful! How did you find it?"
"My uncle owns all this; he used to own the IGA before he retired."
"Does anyone come here?"
"Nope. Didn't you see all the "No Trespassing" signs and the rocks across the trail? That keeps people out unless they're family."
"It's perfect!" I exclaimed happily.
"It's ours," she replied simply. "C'mon, let's get cool first and have a snack!"
Kicking off her sandals, she sat down on a low rock with her feet in the water. I brought the snack bag close, tugged off my sneakers and socks, and joined her. The water was still cold, but not as biting as the river we tried back in March. With the sun warm on our shoulders, we munched on chips and split a soda, laying the second bottle in a shallow pool to stay cold. Our shoulders bumped as we sat there side by side, enjoying our unexpected freedom.
"Just think," she said dreamily, "we could be sitting in Mr. Herman's study hall right now!"
"Just think," I answered, "as far as Mr. Herman knows, we're going to be in the other study hall for the rest of the year working on our projects!"
"Hmm, that does open up some possibilities!"
"Yes, it does!" I told her, reaching around to give her a squeeze.
Des responded by turning toward me and resting her hands on my leg.
"I'd rather be right here than anywhere else in the world."
She leaned forward a fraction and our lips met, softly at first, a slow, loving kiss. That kind of innocent, timeless kiss seems to disappear after high school, but I will never forget the way her lips felt against mine, or the first flicker of her tongue signaling it was time for more. My free hand twined in her hair and pulled her into my arms as our bodies began to respond.
With an impatient snort, Desiree broke our kiss and sat back. "I'm too hot like this!" she said in a petulant voice. She stood up, brushed the crumbs off herself into the water. Then she stepped carefully and gracefully up onto the rock's highest point and turned to look at me. Crossing her arms over her head, she whipped the tunic off in one smooth motion. I sat frozen, looking eagerly up at her as she tossed it further down the rock. Standing there in a pale bra and purple satin panties, she looked like some river goddess come to life. Full tits, winter-pale skin, and broad, luscious hips fought for my attention; Des smiled happily at my wide-eyed ogling.
"That's so much better!" she pronounced. "You should try it."
I stood where I was, turned to face her, and responded to her challenge. My shirt flew through the air to land on top of her tunic. I stepped up onto the rock I had just vacated and pushed my shorts down, taking my boxers along with them. Stepping out of them, I stood back up and tossed them onto the pile as well. The sun played across my body and it was Desiree's turn to stare admiringly. I had been working out hard for soccer and indoor track and it showed. A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes traveled all over my arms, chest, abs, and then locked onto my semi-erect cock.
"Mmm, you look good enough to eat!" she said eagerly.
"You first!" I responded.
She laughed happily. "I'm game!" she said. Her hands twisted up behind her back and unclasped her bra. A quick shake and it fell forward, revealing her tits and tightening nipples. Onto the pile it went. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and drew them down an inch. I'm sure my eyes registered disappointment, because she laughed again at her successful tease and then pushed them down all the way, bending effortlessly at the waist until they brushed the rock between her feet. Then she simply stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
It was my turn to stare again. Desiree's mound was shaved smooth! My eyes locked onto that pale, delightful curve I knew so well, suddenly revealed in an amazing and arousing way. Although her cunt was in shadow, I could tell her grooming extended all the way because her labia were smooth and pale as well. My cock twitched, and Des giggled happily.
"You like?" she asked needlessly. "I did it last night thinking we might have a chance today!"
"I Love it!" I said fervently.
"Grab the towels," she commanded.
Two quick steps, my cock bouncing in time, and I had them out of the bag.
"Put one on the rock you were standing on." I did as she asked.
"Put the other one right there," she said next, pointing at the front jut of the larger rock she stood on. I complied, wondering what she was up to.
"Now," she said with a smile, "what was that about 'good enough to eat' you mentioned?"
I fumbled for a reply as Des stepped down onto the towel in front of her, then sank down to sit on the towel. She leaned back and spread her legs; she was rarely shy!; and rested her heels on ridges to either side. With one finger, she traced a line from between her tits down across her belly, and then over the shiny patch she had shaved.
"Why don't you kneel down right there and take a closer look?" she asked encouragingly.
I nodded and folded the towel double before settling myself comfortably. She was at the perfect height and distance; I rested my hands on her knees and watched as her finger continued lower, tracing the edges of her cunt, stretched open by her pose. When she got to her perineum, she added a finger and came back up, dipping them into her opening just a bit and circling there.
I stared hungrily and she smiled at my intense gaze. "Everything is So smooth!" she reported, spreading her juices all around her labia. "Your gonna love it!"
No words came to mind, so I acted instead. Leaning in, I licked from as far down as I could, up along her clean-shaven lips, over her clit, and up to the ridge of her mound. There I paused and showered it with kisses, relishing its silky feel.
"Des," I said when I paused, "I fucking love it!"
She giggled happily and settled back on her elbows, looking down at me through her lashes.
Returning to my task, I lapped at her cunt with a broad tongue a few times and then extended it fully, ramming it as deeply as I could into her opening. My nose bumped her clit as I did this, and I could feel her twitch each time I did. She hummed happily, and I kept going.
I moved my hands in close and used my thumbs to spread her lips even more. Then I turned my head a bit and nibbled my way up and down each delicate morsel of flesh, tugging at them and flicking them with my tongue. Another happy noise came from above me.
Looking up into her eyes again, I slowly put two fingers into my mouth and sucked them. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation, and I rewarded her immediately. With a twisting motion, I slipped them into her cunt, retreated to coat them with her juices, and then eased them deeper. Soon I was sliding them in and out all the way, only stopping when my thumb jammed against her. Des rocked her hips to meet my strokes, and I had to match her timing when I leaned forward to lick her clit. Each time I buried my fingers inside her, she pushed back, and I gave her sensitive nub a swirling lash with my tongue. We found a steady rhythm then, and Des began breathing heavily, moaning a little every time I licked her.
"Are you ready to cum?" I asked her teasingly when I paused my tongue action. I kept my hand moving steadily, and she had to gasp the words out to answer.
"Fuck, yes; give me more!"
Smiling, I leaned back in. I turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers so that they dragged across her G-spot, pumping them back and forth without fully withdrawing. Then I stiffened my tongue and licked the side of her hood repeatedly, no longer teasing her but trying to drive her over the edge. A deep groan and a raising of her hips told me I was on the right track.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, keep doing that!" she gasped in time with her thrusting.
I kept doing that, just as she asked, and I soon felt her thighs fluttering. I pressed down hard on her mound with my free hand and began to suck on her clit while the tip of my tongue hit the same spot over and over again.
"Oh, fuck!" Desiree moaned when her orgasm burst within her.
I kept myself still then, feeling her cunt clamp down over and over on my fingers, soaking them with a rush of sweet, tangy juices. As I watched her body tremble, I admired the sun dappling every inch. The deep flush between her tits was stark against the untanned skin there, and her tits jutted straight up as her back arched in pleasure. I let her relax before withdrawing my fingers, which drew a tired whimper from her lips.
When her eyes opened, I brought my fingers to my mouth again and sucked them clean. She smiled enigmatically as I licked them, staring directly into her eyes.
"Well?" she asked.
"Definitely good enough to eat!" I pronounced with a grin.
"I love how you feel against my skin when it's all shaved like this," she told me seriously. "It added so much extra to everything you did!"
"I love it, too," I assured her. "You're so smooth and sexy."
"I'm glad you like it," she said in pleased tones.
With that, she sat up and let her feet down, settling them on the outside of my towel. She leaned down, grabbed my face, and kissed me deeply. I know she could taste herself on my lips, and she even lapped my chin momentarily to gather her own deliciousness.
"You know what else is gonna feel good?" she asked playfully.
"What's that?" I responded with an innocent look on my face.
"Sliding my cunt all over you and letting you feel how smooth and wet it is."
I pulled her up to her feet and gathered her in my arms. "That," I said seriously, kissing her between words, "sounds, amazing!"
My cock was trapped between us, and Des wriggled her belly against it. Copious clear liquid was leaking from the tip, and the whole thing was twitching with the sudden heat and stimulation.
"Besides, I think I need to tease you for a while," she continued. "I don't want to get you too excited yet!"
I groaned at the thought, but consoled myself with the knowledge that my explosion would be even bigger and better when it happened.
"Where do you want to do all this teasing?" I asked her.
"Grab the towels," she said. Then she pointed to a broad, flat rock about six feet from shore. The top was worn smooth by the passage of water over the years, but the top was dry now and looked invitingly warm. I laughed and gathered the cushioning towels. Holding hands, we made our way carefully across the slippery gap between our starting place and our new destination. When we got there, I passed her one towel and flipped the other one out to lie flat on the rock. Des followed suit and created a double layer of padding.
"Get on up," she said hotly. "It's time for some payback!"
I happily complied, sparing only a minute to look around.
"No one is here," she said reassuringly as I lay down on my back. Then her voice took on an Eastern European accent: "No one can help you. No one can hear your screams!"
"Well that sucks," I said with a smile. I settled myself comfortably on the rock and closed my eyes against the bright sunlight. "I'll try to suffer in silence!"
Desiree reached across me and grabbed my cock with one hand, aiming it straight up. She moved down and clambered onto the towel between my feet, and then paused to give me a few strokes. Her hand was warm and gentle on my shaft.
Shifting one knee outside my leg, Des began to do exactly what she had said she would. She lowered herself and I felt her cunt bump into my knee. Slick and hot, she caressed her way up to my thigh, then moved across my lower body and did the same on my other leg. When I peeked up at her, I saw she had her lower lip between her teeth and a little frown of concentration on her face. I closed my eyes again and grinned as she moved up again. Her silky mound came down on my scrotum and Des rocked herself forward, arching her back so that she slid along the entire length of my cock from base to tip, her lips parted around me and coating me with lubrication before stopping and then moving back down to the base again.
"Do you like that? Do you like how soft and smooth and wet I feel?"
My mouth was dry as I answered her: "God, Des, I love it!"
"I love rubbing myself all over you!" she said in a happy, sexy voice. I opened my eyes and she was gazing directly at me, her hands braced on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth along the underside of my shaft. Each time she reached the sensitive spot below the head, a pulse of precum leapt from my cock in response.
"Des!" I said urgently, feeling the flutter of an approaching orgasm.
"I know, I know, but it's fun to tease you!" she said. Then she rose up, allowing the cool air to soothe the dangerous throbbing of my cock. She scooted forward a little more to straddle my chest. Lowering herself again, she rubbed the silky lips of her cunt on stomach, then on my chest as she eased higher. When her thighs were on either side of my head, I couldn't help but lick her instantly from bottom to top. She gasped and pulled away.
"Hey; you already had your turn!" she said indignantly. "Now I get mine!"
With a quick, graceful move, she pivoted her body around, keeping her hips high enough so that her cunt was out of range of my tongue. She kissed my stomach, then trailed her hair across it, lower and lower with each swoop until it was tickling my thighs. Her left hand moved to brace herself on the towel while the other wrapped around my shaft again. She lifted it up to a 45 degree angle, perfectly aligned with her torso, and took me into her mouth.
My rolled back with pleasure. I loved this position; it let Des take me as deeply as she wanted without awkward angles or pressure. She made the most of it; nothing fancy, but she sucked steadily and her lips moved from tip to base in one effortless motion. I could feel the restrictive heat at the back of her throat for a second, then she pulled back. A quick breath and she did it again. With each stroke, she squeezed my shaft as she rose and flattened her hand out of the way when she descended. I moaned happily and lifted my hands to hold her hips as they hovered above me.
"Fuck, Des, that feels so good!"
She hummed happily in response, which gave me a shiver of pleasure. Desiree's motion was tireless, and I began to thrust upward a bit, knowing that I couldn't hold back much longer. That signal was clear to her as well, and she paused to look back at me.
"Do you want to cum?" she asked, squeezing my cock rhythmically.
"I have to cum, Des, I have to cum in your mouth!" I gasped.
"OK, I'm ready for that!" she smiled. Then she turned back and resumed her suction.
Another dozen strokes and I was ready. My orgasm hit just as her mouth descended, and I arched myself up unconsciously. For a moment, my cock slipped past the ring of her throat and I could feel the twitching of her gag reflex against the sensitive head. The first jet of sperm flew directly down her throat, but she recovered quickly and pulled back, holding just the head between her lips and sucking frantically, pumping my shaft to milk out every drop. I could feel her swallowing as pulse after pulse threatened to overflow her mouth.
Slowly, my hips fell back onto the towel. Des kept sucking steadily as my cock began to soften, and her tongue snaked all around to make sure she didn't miss any of my cum. When she finally released me with a pop, I was completely spent. She planted a kiss on the underside of my cock, drawing a twitch in response that made her giggle. Then she turned herself around again and laid her head on my chest, her hand still wrapped around my spent shaft.
"That was so amazing!" I murmured into her hair.
"That was the most cum ever!" she said with a snort and a laugh.
"Well, you are an exciting woman," I told her, "so it's kind of your fault. It's all that teasing, too."
"Yeah, that was fun!"
"Yeah, it was!" I said agreeably, hugging her with the arm around her shoulders.
"Beats study hall, doesn't it?" she asked, and I could feel her smile against my chest.
"Hell yes it does!" I said with a laugh.
Des sighed and snuggled down on my chest again. My eyes were closed against the sunlight still, but I felt the warm breeze move her hair, and heard the soft chuckling of the water all around us. Content
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April 22 Cast-aways At College: Part 1
An April Fools Prank Goes AwryBy SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.

When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid afternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.

"Aw fuck!" I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.

"Hey, are you all right?" the guy asks.

"No, I hurt my ankle. Fuck."

"Don't move it, I'll find the ski patrol. Hang on." He skied away to get help.

30 seconds later another guy stopped. Same question. "Hey are you all right?"

"I think I sprained my ankle. There was a guy here a minute ago, he said he'd send the ski patrol."

The guy turned and looked around, then waved and yelled "Ici! Over here! Vien! Here they are."

Two guys in red jackets stopped and asked what's wrong. This other guy said "Good luck!" to me, and skied away, as I recounted the fall and my symptoms. The ski patrol guys were great, they radioed for a stretcher and 20 minutes later they're loading me into an ambulance. The rest of the day was a lot of waiting, x-rays, and paperwork. The local hospital had a seasonal trauma unit for all the ski injuries, and they're used to dealing with the inter-provincial healthcare.

I called my Dad, who said he'd fetch me from the hospital, then called my buddies who were still in the chalet’. He told them to go home without me. They commiserated and said they'd drop by my house tomorrow and see how I was doing.

I eventually got a cast on my right leg. It spanned from my toes to my mid-thigh. I was issued a pair of crutches, and a whole ream of instructions (in both French and English of course) about what to do and what not to do. My Dad showed up somewhere during this tedious process and reassured me everything would be fine.

We got home really late, after stopping at a pharmacy for pain meds, and stopping for takeout, damn I was hungry by then. I was asleep in minutes after I took one of those pills after getting home.

Next morning, I had to take another pill, damn leg was throbbing like mad. I had to learn how to negotiate using the toilet with crutches, fuck, that's pain in the arse. Then I had to figure out how to shower. They gave me a shower bag for the cast but I couldn't get the damn thing on by myself. Mom was trying to be motherly (naturally) but I was way too embarrassed to be seen naked in front of her. My Dad was a trooper, he helped me with all the bathroom stuff, and I got my shower OK.

I wasn't going to be able to drive for a while, so my folks said they'd drive me back to school in Toronto. I could come home by bus and get my car once I was able to drive. Great.

"Actually, if I could have my car on campus, one of my buddies could drive me around. None of the other guys have a car." Not that my rattly old car was much of a ride, but it got us from A to B.

"OK" my Dad says, "Your mother can drive you there, and I'll follow in your car, then we'll drive back together."

"Awesome, sounds like a plan!"

The rest of the day my parents helped me work out how to deal with the cast and crutches and take care of personal stuff by myself, like getting dressed, showering, shaving (yeah, ever try to balance on one foot to shave? fuckin hell), and using the toilet. My mom went shopping and bought me a bunch of baggy sweat pants, something that would go over my cast.

My old friends dropped by with some hard coolers the next day, thinking it would cheer me up; but I had to pass on those due to the meds I was on. They laughed at me and drank it all, themselves. We all had a good laugh about my predicament, and they wished me luck at college. Gonna need it, eh?

Then it was time to head back to school. I'd been texting and calling my buddies at school, told them the whole idiot story of my misadventures. They laughed at me big time, and of course they worried about their ride, what was gonna happen to my car? I told them about the arrangements and they were happy that it would still be available.

The drive to school was really tedious, seemed to last forever, because it was so fricking uncomfortable to sit there with that stiff cast on. They got me and my stuff into my room in the dorm, and said their good-byes. I was so happy that I was on the first floor! No stairs here but there were stairs all over campus. Sure, there's elevators everywhere but I didn't know where most of them were.

First order of business, I gotta pee after that road trip. I used the big accessible stall in the bathroom, that was great. Grab bars, lots of room, it really was made for this kind of thing. Easier than the bathroom at home, that's for sure.

I was the butt of a lot of jokes and shit for the first few days, but otherwise it was fine. Down in the dining hall I spotted someone else who'd had a fun spring break. There was a girl with her whole arm in a cast, like from shoulder to wrist, with the elbow bent at 90 degrees. I wondered what happened to her. Skiing too I supposed. My buddies said we'd make a great couple and told me to go ask her out. No way, dudes, not gonna happen. I can't talk to girls, I always get freaked out and clam up.

The end of March rolled around, and I still had weeks to go before getting my cast off. There was a party on Saturday night, and I was weaning off the strong meds by now so I could have a few drinks. My floor mates were getting me drinks, too; so I ended up having a few more than I would normally have. I was feeling buzzed by the end of the night.

One of the guys suddenly showed up with a wheelchair. "Robbo! we got you some wheels, man!"

"Where'd you steal that from?" I asked, a little dubious about the idea of them scamming someone's chair.

"No No, totally not stolen, we got it for you from the Red Cross. It's legit, dude!"

"All right! Let's check out my new ride then!" I hopped over and settled into the chair. They adjusted the footrest out for me and one of them took my crutches, and they started wheeling me away.

"Where we goin?" I asked.

"It's a surprise." says one of them, and then pull a pillowcase down over my head so I can't see where we're going. When I try to pull the covering off, they stopped me, and then the started grabbing my arms & duct taping them to the chair's armrests. We were outside by now, and I started yelling, until they taped the pillowcase tight against my mouth, to muff my yelling. Now I was getting pissed, but there's not much I could do, except literally ride this out.

They laughed and giggled and make goofy jokes as they wheeled me around campus. EventuallyI had no idea where I am, and it suddenly strikes me that it was now April 1st. The alcoholic buzz is wearing off fast under the rush of my adrenaline and anger, and I wondered what kind of demented nightmare game they've come up with.

I heard more laughing, girls this time, and they make whispered comments back and forth with the guys. I’m now in a building, but I had no clue where. My chair was pushed around some more, bumping into stuff, and then a body is dumped in my lap, then they yanked the duct tape off the pillowcase and I can again my mouth. The room is pitch black. The giggling and laughing is cut off by the slamming of a door, and everything goes quiet.

I think there's a girl in my lap, or a small, really nice smelling guy with long hair. She's quiescent, asleep or passed out, pressed against my chest.

"Hey. Hey, wake up." I said.

No response, she's just sitting there, draped over my lap. She's warm and breathing, so it's not a manikin or something. I wondered if she's okay.

I started to shift a bit, can't use my arms because they're taped down, but I try to shake her awake with my rocking shoulders. It didn't work, and now I'm afraid that if I move too much she'll fall off onto the floor.

"Hey, uh, miss, wake up." louder. She's out of it. I turn my head to the side so I'm not yelling in her ear and holler "Hey, enough crap, let me out of here!" Silence reigns. Well, fuck. Now what?

'Now what'. Then the fire alarm starts blaring. It startles the heck out of me, but still isn't enough to wake the girl. I heard loud commotion in the halls for about 30 seconds, but then suddenly there is silence. Fuck, this is getting serious. What if it's a real fire? No, no way, it's April 1st now, gotta be a prank. I'll just wait for her to wake up, and we'll get out of here. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to see faint outlines of what is probably a maintenance closet or storage room.

The alarm rings for an annoyingly long time. 15 minutes I guess, I dunno, but it seems interminable. And I need to pee now. When the alarm finally stops the need to pee gets more insistent. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my passenger. Her hip is pressed up against my groin, adding to the struggle of my urge to piss.

More time passes, and damn, I gotta go bad, now. I'm gonna wet myself, and her too, if I don't get out of here right now. I've tried speaking to her, yelling, shaking her, and then there was another alarm that went on and on. She just isn't gonna wake up. Did those morons drug her or something?

I'm desperate now. "Come on, sleeping beauty, wake up!"

Sleeping beauty? Yeah, fine, I'll try that before I piss all over her. I think a girl would be slightly less angry about a stolen kiss than wet pants. So I seek her mouth. There was a little light coming in under the door, but suddenly that light went out, and only a faint intermittent light glowed. Oh, crap! That would be the emergency exit lighting.

I eventually bumped my faced against her nose, then lowered a bit and kissed her, probably a little too hard for a wakeup smooch, cause I'm dyin' here, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.

She's got nice soft lips, really quite kissable, and I kinda wished she was awake and under different circumstances. I kissed her again, even harder. No response. I try again, this time I let my tongue do the talking, and I push into her mouth. Helluva way to experience my own first ‘tongue-kiss’. Finally, she stirred & turned into the kiss.

Surprised, I pull back, and say "Oh thank god you're awake, help me up!"

She startled, yelping at me, "Who are you?!"

"Help me, please, I'm gonna piss my pants! Untie me!"

In the dim red glow of an exit sign I finally saw her face. She's kinda cute, not particularly pretty, and she has a cast on her right arm. It's the girl I saw in the dining hall a few times.

"Hurry!" I pleaded.

She struggled off me, and stood. “Where the hell did you take me!” she demanded.
I told her that we were both abducted by campus hooligans and locked in some storage room, but I didn’t know which building. Then I said; “But I gotta pee right now and my leg is in a cast, and I’m bound to this wheelchair.

She felt the tape on my wrists. It's slow going for her to undo the tape with her one weak hand, the way she's pulling at it, she's obviously not left handed.

I'm not gonna make it, and I looked around. We're in a janitor's room or something. I spotted a stack of small waste baskets. "Quick, grab one of those buckets and put it between my legs."

She's quick on the uptake, I'll give her that, and she grabbed the bucket for me. "Pull my pants down, hurry."

"What? No!" she protested.

"Arrrrggghhh. Please, I'm gonna wet myself." I grind out through my clenched teeth.

She reached out with that uncoordinated left hand of hers and fumbles with my sweat pants. I squirmed to lift my hips a bit to help, and the elastic waistband slipped down, exposing my tight briefs.

"You gotta help. Pull me out, aim for the bucket. Please?"

I can see she's not happy with the situation, and she's fighting with her distaste at touching a man, a total stranger at that, in such a bizarre circumstance. But she perseveres, and that delicate hand fishes in my shorts for my cock. She paused momentarily as she made contact, then pulled my cock free. She picked up the empty bucket and aimed my ‘hose’ toward the container.

I groaned as I let loose. Oh god, finally! The relief was incredible. The poor girl was acting shocked as she dutifully aimed me at the bucket, and she even nudged the bucket a bit closer. I pissed on and on, holy fuck there was so much, and eventually I ran dry.

Her disposition is no longer shocked, but instead she appeared to be curious.

"Oh thank you, you saved me so much embarrassment. You can put me back in there now. Thanks."

She hesitated, and timidly tried to one-handedly stuff my cock back through the fly, and after a couple of clumsy tries I'm all set. And of course now my cock was growing fast in her hand, as I no longer had to pee, but there's a wonderful-smelling girl handling that most sensitive part of my anatomy. Something that's never happened before.

That last drop of pee evidently got on her hand, and she looked a bit frantic now, "Ew" she says.

"Just wipe it on my sweats, it's OK." I told her, and she rubbed her hand on my inner thigh. That doesn't help with my ever increasing boner of course.

She looked up at me, and her brow wrinkled. "Do you smell smoke?" she asked.

It's my turn to be startled, and I looked toward the door. Oh Fuck, there's smoke coming in under the door! That alarm was real! Why wasn't it still going off? "Quick, help me get this tape off!" She started trying to pull up my sweats, but I say "No, leave that, just get me undone!"

She started working on the tape on my left arm, and it took a few minutes to get me free. Working together, my right arm is unstuck in less than a minute. "Check the door." I told her as I looked around the room. No other doors, just shelves, a big sink, a floor pan for filling and emptying mop buckets, and stacks of boxes and stuff.

She tried the light switch but it doesn't work. Great, my idiot friends probably unscrewed the light bulb. Then she tried the door. "It's locked!" she says.

"From the outside? Why the fuck would it be set up to lock people in? Sorry. I swear when I get nervous."

"Is there really a fire, do you think?"

"I guess so, there was an alarm that went off when you were out cold."

"What do we do?" She started frantically searching her pockets and said; "I can't find my phone!"

"I didn't even bring mine to the party. No pockets."

The smell of smoke got stronger. I wheeled up next to the sink, and ran some water. Grabbing a package of paper towels, I ripped it open and dumped them in the sink. "Here, block up the crack under the door with these!"

I handed her wads of soggy paper, and she knelt down to stuff them under the door. The smoke stoped coming in, thank goodness. But now the room is black. "Now what?" she said.

I shrugged, "I guess we wait and hope."

"I'm scared." she said in a small voice.

"Come here, sit on my lap here. Oh, uh, maybe pull up my pants first." She helped me with that and sat on me. I think the gravity of the situation is now hitting her pretty hard, I know it's got me freaked out. She burrowed into my neck and wraps her good arm wraps around me. "We're OK for now." I tell her.

I smelled her hair again, as she's crushed against me. Damn that feels nice. Shit, I don't even know her name. "I'm Robert by the way. Robert Green."

"Suzanne. Suzanne Shelton.", she informed me.

"I'd say pleased to meet you Suzanne, but under these circumstances, maybe the sentiment should be I'm ecstatic to meet you. If I was by myself I would have pissed my pants and suffocated."

She giggled, my goofy sense of humour somehow helped in this situation. "I'm glad to meet you too, Robert."

"So how did you get here?"

"I don't know, I was at the dorm party and felt dizzy, then you were kissing me." She blushed again.

"Sorry about that, I tried to wake you for like 20 minutes, but you were really out of it. I finally thought I would try the sleeping beauty trick, and it worked. Did you drink something someone else gave you?"

"Oh. Shit.” She seemed to recall. “I think so. One of my floor mates gave me a coke. It must have been spiked? I had to take some of my pain meds for my arm earlier tonight, it was bothering me. I keep trying to do too much with it all the time."

"Oh, yeah, you don't want to mix booze or anything with that stuff, I know! Sorry about the pee episode. I really was going to wet my pants in another few seconds. Wet both our pants."

She blushed and giggled. "I never saw a guy like that, like your, thing, before."

"Wow. Okay, well, I never had a girl touch my co-, um, thing, before."

"It changed when I was putting it away. Was that, um, like...'

"Yeah, well, when a pretty girl touches me like that, I'm bound to get aroused."

Her eyes went wide at that statement. "Oh" she said. She paused a few seconds, then put her head back on my shoulder. There was that scent again. "So. Um, you think I'm pretty?"

"Well, yeah, of course. You're what I think my grandpa would call 'fetching'"

She giggled again. Damn, that sounds nice, and she smells really nice. Little Robert stirred down below. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Uh Oh. She felt that. I may have just ruined what might have been a moment.

"Am I pretty enough to make you, uh, aroused, then?"

"Oh, Suzanne, I am so embarrassed. Please, don't be offended, it's just circumstances, you know?"

She pulled back again and looked at the door. Still no smoke. Then she looked at me with a sad smile, saying "I didn't think so." Suzanne started to get up, and I realized where our wires had crossed.

I put my arms around her and said " Oh, no no. You're very pretty, and definitely arousing."

She looked surprised, but settled back down on my lap. "Oh." she said. "Thank you."

Just then we heard a muffled sound of footsteps outside the door. We both yelled, and I grabbed a mop handle and rapped it against the door. The door opened, and a cloud of smoke poured in. A firefighter stood there, looking surprised behind his breathing apparatus. He hollered for help, and we were soon moved briskly from the building.

I was parked in my wheelchair next to the ambulance, where Suzanne was sitting on a gurney. We both had been given oxygen and been checked over for injuries. We told campus security about how we came to be there, and they got really grim. I named names, because I could've died there, we both could've died. It was a prank, but it went sideways pretty fast when that fire broke out. Cops came over and Suzanne also named a couple of girls who she thought were in on it too. Now we were finally cleared to go.

"Can I walk you back to the dorms?" I asked.

She laughed, "Don't you mean wheel me? You can't walk."

"Can too, if I had my crutches. My idiot friends left me with this chair."

"Okay, then, let's go." She beamed.

Off we went. She couldn't push me with just one hand, and I was crap at navigating that chair, but we eventually got back to the residence. We chatted amiably along the way, getting to know each other. She was really easy to talk to, unlike most girls I've tried to talk to. Maybe that was it, I wasn't chatting her up.

She was 18, a biology major, living in in the next dorm over. I told her I was in second year Computer Science, in the nearby dorm, so I had a single room.

I told her how I broke my leg, skiing near Gatineau, and the really long day I had as a result. "How did you break your arm?"

"Skating. I'm usually a good skater but sometimes you just fall wrong. I spent most of that same day in the ER, just like you. It's really hard to get dressed and shower and stuff with this thing."

"I know, believe me, I know all about it."

We were both so fired up on adrenaline after our ordeal there was no way we could sleep. "Would you like to, uh, come over to my room, for a bit? After all this, I'm not tired, and I'd b
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April 22 Michigan Weather and Women: Part 2

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 2Dancing, and other forms of sentimentality.
Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

As we finished the prep work, I asked Wilma about her day with Mary.
"She
is a good kid but is carrying a lot of anger and shame. We spent most
of the day getting in touch with that anger. It takes some people years
before they can express their emotions through art; it took her about
five minutes. But we had to take some breaks to clean up the paint
splatters afterward before they stained."
"Oh shit! Sorry about that. I can pay to replace anything that;"
"Nothing to apologize for; I asked her to express how she felt, and she did it in the way that felt right to her."
"Well, I appreciate your taking the time. I am just her big brother; I feel so lost when it comes to parenting."
"Being
a parent doesn't mean that you know any more than anyone else, and it
certainly doesn't mean that you know any better. For what it's worth, I
think you are doing a fine job with your family. I know that you don't
have your parents around to say it, but this old woman is mighty proud
of who you are and of how you have stepped up for your brother and
sisters. They are very lucky to have you."
I
turned away so that Wilma wouldn't see me getting choked up. I couldn't
remember the last time that someone had said they were proud of me.
Soon enough, though, it was dinner time, and Erin came into the kitchen
with that same look of amusement on her face.
"Sorry to bother the chef, but Lane needs some help that only a big brother can provide."
When I gave her a quizzical look, she blushed.
"It
seems like he is going through puberty, which can pose; some new
challenges. When I was assessing his ankle, he; well, indicated his
interest in me in a way that can be difficult to hide, particularly
while wearing sweatpants. It's natural for his body to react that way at
that age, and it's nothing for him to feel badly about, but he was
mortified. I think he could use a bit of brotherly guidance and
understanding."
I went to the living room and saw that Lane was curled up on the couch and looked like he was fighting back tears.
"How are you doing, Buddy?"
He couldn't even look at me he was so embarrassed.
"I
am so sorry; I just couldn't help it. I don't know why it started to
get bigger, and I wanted it to stop, and it wouldn't and then she saw
me, and;" he continued as he fought back a sob. "Can we just go home?"
"Erin
is a doctor. She knows how the human body works and has seen that kind
of thing a hundred times. She isn't mad at you or embarrassed. She just
feels bad that you feel so bad. This is just part of getting older and
growing up.
"Did I ever tell you about what happened in Miss Iron's class when I was a freshman?
Miss
Iron was a bit of a legend among the male students at our local high
school. She was the youngest and prettiest teacher, by far, and even
though she always dressed professionally, the clothing style had yet to
be invented that could fully conceal her bountiful natural endowment.
"Well,
I liked Miss Irons a lot. She was one of the few teachers who looked
past my difficulty with reading and writing. So, I developed a little
crush on her, which was fine until the inevitable; hmm, physical
demonstration of my crush; happened in class one day, just before she
asked me to collect everyone's quizzes. I tried to delay, I tried to ask
a friend to do it instead, but eventually, I had to stand up. It took
me until my junior year to live that one down."
As
Lane listened to my story, he turned to face me and his second-hand
embarrassment for me helped to push his embarrassment to the side.
"So, what happened?"
"Miss
Irons was lovely and kind like she always was, but I wanted the floor
to open up and swallow me or to get hit by a bolt of lightning. Things
would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned what happened to the
principal, who called Mom. She didn't find the story funny at all."
I
hadn't thought of the aftermath when I started telling Lane this
particular story, but as they say, might as well put it in four-wheel
drive and keep going.
"Mom was mad?"
"By
then, Mom was pretty much always angry. I did my best to keep her away
from you and the girls when she got that way, but yeah; she was mad."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No,
Bud, I'm not. In a few years, once your embarrassment has died down a
little, I will tease you mercilessly about this because that's what
brothers do; and maybe threaten to tell your girlfriend, if you fall
behind on your chores or homework. But I will never get mad at you for
something that you can't control. And I promise that Erin isn't mad at
you either."
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April 22 Christmas Bride
Christmas Bride
Virgins, Lillian and Bill; get married during the Christmas of 1954.
Based on a post by JupiterMars.
Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
December 1954, Near New Haven Connecticut
Christmas Moonlight by the Glenn Miller Band played on the
RCA Victor radio as Lillian O'Brady looked at herself in the full-length
mirror. She was happy with the way she looked in her wedding dress. The sleeveless,
tea-length gown gave her a flirtatious and fun look but not so much that she
gave away traditional modesty. The slender bodice and fuller skirt emphasized
the curves of her chest and hips.
She had made the dress herself from a McCall's pattern and
was very proud of how it came out. Not only did it compliment her body but also
her frugal lifestyle. As she pivoted around to check all the angles there was a
knock at the door.
"It's time for your hair. Can we come in?" a
familiar voice asked.
"Sure," Lillian responded.
Moments later her older sister Susie and her mother Faye
walked into the room.
"Oh you look simply beautiful," Faye said as Susie
picked up a brush and got to work on Lillian's hair.
Faye took both of Lillian's hands and held them out.
"To be honest, I wasn't sure about you making your own wedding dress, but
it came out superb. I guess my idea of a wedding gown is all frills and bows,
but you look divine in a simple dress."
Lillian smiled, "Thank you. Do you think Bill will like
it?"
"Oh of course he will," Faye responded.
"Yeah, every guy in the church is going to be jealous
that he bagged such a doll," her sister added as she worked out some small
imperfections in her hair.
"Thanks," Lillian said again this time with a bit
of a nervous smile.
"Oh honey, are you worried?" her mother asked.
Lillian gave a little nod.
"Don't be. Bill's a wonderful guy. He's handsome,
responsible, has a good job and loves you very much."
"I know, I know, it's not that? "
"Well is it the reception? Don't worry about that,
you've planned it perfectly. And a Christmas wedding is always special. Not
only does it add to this holiday but you will remember it fondly for every
Christmas to come."
"No, it's not that."
"It's the sex isn't it?" Her sister blurted out smirking.
Lillian bit her lower lip and looked down in silent
acknowledgment of Susie's guess.
"Oh dear, Lilian, why are you worrying about that on
this wonderful day?" asked her mother.
"I don't know, I've nothing to relate it to and don't
know what to expect."
"Well, it's the most natural thing a man and a woman
can do so you shouldn't worry about it."
"Unless it hurts," her sister jumped in.
Lillian's look turned concerned, "What do you
mean?"
"Well, when me and Bob first did it; it felt like I was
getting stabbed with a piece of wood down there. We spent the whole night
trying to get it in. It took weeks before I could get comfortable with
it."
"Stop it Susie. Don't scare your little sister on her
wedding day," Faye interjected. "Lillian, not every woman is like
that. That wasn't my experience or your aunt's. To be honest, when your father
gets me going I get so wet down there a Studebaker could slide through."
"Who's doing the scaring now Mom?" said Susie.
"We don't need to hear about you and dad."
That comment broke the tension and made Lillian giggle. She
then asked, "But what if he doesn't like my body? Or if I'm bad at it? Or
something embarrassing happens?"
"Darling, never fear your own body. And you're the
woman, when it comes to sex there's not much you can do that's bad or
embarrassing."
"Um again not true," her sister commented as she
put the finishing touches on Lillian's hair. "One time I went to straddle
Bob and I accidentally kneed him right in the testicles. He was in pain for
days."
"Susie please stop it. You're not helping."
"Okay Mom, you're right," Susie said.
"Lillian, the only thing you should worry about is if he finishes before
you even get going."
"That's it," her mother said loudly. "I'm
ending this conversation."
In a calming voice, Faye looked Lillian in the eyes and
said, "Honey losing your virginity is a big deal. Having sex is a big
deal. It's normal to be nervous, but that's part of the experience. When you
have sex you're naked and exposed and feel vulnerable but at the same time you
know you're safe and comfortable with the one you love. All those feelings
blend inside of you to create a sense of anticipation like nothing else you've
ever felt. And when done right nothing else makes you feel so complete, so
loved, and so happy."
Lillian smiled at her mother, "Thanks Mom."
"You're welcome,'' her mother assured before looking at
her watch. "Oh my, we've got to be going. You look perfect. Get your shoes
on while I have Aunt Margaret bring the car around."
As Lillian slipped her feet into her white shoes Susie said,
"Don't worry about it little sister. You two are going to be alone in that
Vermont cabin for a week. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
"You think?"
"Of course. A week of skiing and sex, what better way
to learn the 'ins and outs' of intercourse?"
Both women giggled before their mother yelled, "Hurry
up, we don't want to be late."
The car ride to the church was quick and quiet. This left
Lillian to mull over the earlier conversation. It seemed odd that it was her
square mother that had talked about the positives of sex and her hipster older
sister who talked about the negatives. Who was she to believe?
Her preoccupation continued in the backroom of the church as
her mother helped her put on her veil and white satin gloves. After the
reception, she and Bill would spend their first night together. Their first sex
would surely happen there. He must be expecting it. What if everything on this
day is perfect until that point and then something bad happens with the sex? It
would ruin everything. Her troublesome thoughts were interrupted when she heard
the organ begin to play.
Her father appeared in the room to walk her down the aisle.
"Go!" her mother whispered. "And don't slouch!"
The advice reminded Lillian of the many times her mother had
corrected her posture. She was right to do so here, if she slouched in this
dress it would have ruined the look she had planned for. And if her mother was
right about her posture she was probably right about the sex too.
The church was decorated for the season, with tent-draped
garland accented with berries and classic red ribbon. Elegant glass ornaments
were added to the chandeliers and the altar was framed with evergreens adorned with
white lights. At the center of the altar was Bill.
He looked great in his black three-piece suit and grinned as
she approached. 'So manly' she thought. Not just in his good looks but in who
he was. He always treated others fairly, honored his commitments, and made
sound decisions. He was a man she could be comfortable with and knew she would
be safe with.
When she arrived next to him, in a carefully choreographed
motion, he lifted her veil. Gazing into her eyes he smiled a nervous but
excited smile. She held his gaze as the minister started speaking.
The service seemed to go very quickly. She heard the minister's
voice but didn't hear what he was saying. Before she knew it Bill was saying
his vows. Then it was her turn to say hers. A moment later they were pronounced
man and wife. The minister held up some mistletoe and told Bill that he could
kiss his bride. And after a wonderful kiss to the sound of applause, they were
married.
As Lillian walked down the aisle with her now husband Bill,
all the attendees rang Christmas bells that they had been given when they
arrived. It was an exciting sound, one which matched the festive season but
also marked change. It was the beginning of their life together.
The receiving line was traditional but arduous. At the end
was her Aunt Margaret, her mother's older sister. Lillian expected the same,
'you are a beautiful bride' compliment. She was surprised, however, when her
aunt said, "Your mother told me about your concern."
Lillian hoped she was not talking about her sex concerns,
but knew it would be just like her mother to kibitz with her aunt. Before
Lillian could say anything Margaret started,
"Yeah and I want to tell you a little story. A few
years ago I had no idea what your Uncle Carl was getting me for Christmas. I
kept finding brochures about vacuum cleaners, Hoovers, Kirby's, and Electrolux.
So I started thinking he is going to get me a vacuum cleaner. I was getting all
worked up, 'like he probably thinks he's doing me a favor and that I will like
it.' But I'm not going to like a vacuum cleaner as a Christmas gift. I'll end
up getting mad at him on Christmas Day right in front of the kids. Anyway,
Christmas came and I was all tense and ready for something unpleasant. Then he
handed me this small box and in it was a silver bracelet. It was the nicest
self-inflicted surprise of my life. So what I'm saying is when it comes to sex
sometimes you think you're getting a vacuum cleaner but you end up with a
silver bracelet."
Lillian was taken aback. She was not surprised that her aunt
had no compunction about saying something embarrassing, yet that didn't prevent
her from being caught not knowing how to respond. She looked at her aunt's
face, patted one of her hands, and smiled. "Thank you Auntie. I can always
count on you to say something profound."
Before Margret could respond, Bill saved his bride.
"Come along dear, we need to get to the reception," he said, hooking
his arm under hers and hurrying her out the door.
The cold winter's air nipped at her exposed skin. "Burr,
it's cold," she gasped as they jogged down the snow-covered sidewalk.
"Careful I can't run in this dress!"
Bill's Chevrolet Bel Air 4-door sedan was parked at the curb
just ahead, decorated with a 'just married' sign, holiday-colored crepe paper,
and a dozen Campbell's soup cans tied to the rear bumper. Lillian's
brother-in-law, Bob, had the engine running and held the rear door open
allowing them a quick escape from the cold.
They settled into the backseat and as soon as the door
closed Lilian slid close to her new husband, her voice was sweet, "We're
married now."
"Best Christmas present I could ever want," he
replied before kissing her passionately.
They had kissed plenty of times before but this felt
different. Maybe it was the excitement of the day, maybe it was knowing that
they were now committed to each other. Or maybe it was knowing that much more
physical activity was on the way. Lilian felt her heart race and butterflies in
her stomach. The passion was cut short when Bob got into the driver's seat and
slammed the door shut.
"Here we go kids," he said.
Lillian laughed as he jerked the car into traffic. She knew
that Bob was the type who would organize a horn-honking chase through town as
they made their way to the reception. She and Bill had talked about it, and
neither wanted such a parade but agreed to it because it gave them a few
minutes of alone time in the middle of the festivities.
The Allen was a small hotel but it was perfectly equipped
for the reception. Its snow-covered 1920s architecture gave the perfect
Christmas aesthetic and the medium-sized dining and dancing room matched the
couple's guest list and modest budget.
The room was an elegant blend of romance and holiday
festive. Greenery was hung near the tables adding a subtle scent of winter. In
one corner was the band wearing matching red and green vests. In the other
corner was a well-stocked bar and a Santa-looking bartender. An overabundance
of twinkle lights strung along the ceiling basked the room with a cozy white
glow.
The reception kicked off with the bride and groom dancing to
a rendition of Baby, It's Cold Outside. They danced beautifully
together. Bill held her close to him, his hand rested lightly in the middle of
her naked back, and her arm slipped around his neck.
"You have a lovely figure," he said.
Lilian gazed up at him and smiled. The twinkling light
glistened in her gray eyes. "I'm glad you like it."
When the dance ended they were once again serenaded by the
sound of the Christmas bells that they had given to the guests.
The next hour was a flurry of activity. Between dinner,
conversation and photos everyone was active. The booze flowed easily and the
room echoed with laughter. By the time it came to cut the cake it was obvious
to Lillian that everyone was having a good time.
After the cake, the band got everybody out on the dance
floor. They played the perfect balance of fun and fast with slow and romantic.
They even mixed in Christmas songs such as Winter Wonderland, Merry
Christmas Baby, and Let it Snow. It was the perfect way to
blend the happiness of the event with the joy of the season.
Before Lillian knew it, it was late and the crowd began to
thin. She was busy saying goodbyes when she heard the band play their last song
and wish everyone a Merry Christmas. She looked up and saw Bill talking to his
cousins. She noticed how splendid he looked even at the end of the night. All
the other men had taken off their coats and loosened their ties, but not Bill.
He looked just as good as he had at the ceremony. At that moment she knew she
was ready, ready to be with him, ready to share her body with him, and
momentarily they would be doing just that.
That's when she heard her mother hollering. She looked over
to see her sister happily slouched in a seat on the corner of the dance floor.
Her husband Bob was trying unsuccessfully to get her to her feet. Lillian
walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong, I'll tell you what's wrong," her
mother Faye cackled. "Your sister has had too much champagne and your poor
brother-in-law can't get her back to their room."
Lillian was about to offer assistance when Bill appeared at
her side and said, "Can I help?"
"Oh Bill, thank you so much," Lillian's mother
exclaimed. "Both you girls are lucky to have such good men as
husbands."
Lillian gave Bill a little kiss and then whispered,
"Thank you. I'll be in the room waiting for you."
"Okay," he replied with an odd look.
As Bill and Bob got her sister on her feet she seemed to
regain some of her senses. She looked at Bill then looked at Lillian and
drunkenly giggled, "You two have fun tonight."
Suzie leaned into Lillian and whispered, "One piece of
advice, be on top."
"Okay, Okay that's enough," Her mother crowed.
"Boys let's get her to her room before she does something really
embarrassing."
Lillian made her way to their room and back-flopped onto the
bed as soon as the door was shut. She giggled to herself, she hadn't had that
much fun in a long time. The ceremony, the reception, the dancing, and the
champagne made it a perfect day. This was the perfect time to finally have sex.
She felt ready, maybe even excited about it. She thought, 'I'll get naked and
be waiting for Bill. He'll love that. Opening the door to find me ready for
sex. Yes, that is what I'll do. I'll just close my eyes and rest for a few
minutes first.'
Lillian woke with a startle. She didn't know where she was.
She sat up and found Bill sleeping next to her. She then realized she was still
in her wedding dress. That's when it hit her, she'd fallen asleep waiting for
Bill. When he got to the room he must've crawled up next to her rather than
waking her up.
A feeling of dread overcame her. She had ruined the night by
falling asleep. They were supposed to have their first sex on their wedding
night but they didn't. They didn't because she'd fallen asleep. She felt
horrible.
She began shaking him, "Bill wake up. Wake up Bill.
Wake up."
Groggily he rose to consciousness, "Wha. What is
it?"
"I fell asleep. I fell asleep and now it's
morning."
"Umm; Okay?"
"No, not okay. We were supposed to have sex. We were
supposed to consummate our marriage. Why didn't you wake me up when you got
back to the room?"
Now fully awake he could see Lillian's distress, "You
were sound asleep. It was a big day, a busy day. It's understandable that you
were tired. I was tired too."
"But we're supposed to have our first sex on our
wedding night!"
"Says who?"
That question made her stumble, "I don't know who but I
know that's what they say."
With a calming tone, he said, "Honey, it's okay.
There's no rule or tradition that says you have to do it on your wedding night.
We can do it tonight, or tomorrow night. We're married now so we have every
night for the rest of our lives to do it."
His sincere tone and soothing words settled her emotions.
"So you're not mad?"
"Of course not."
"What about disappointed?"
"No," he replied as he pulled her into a hug.
"Now stop fretting. Let's get cleaned up and on the road. The mountains of
Vermont await."
Lillian felt better knowing her husband seemed okay with
missing wedding night sex but she couldn't help but be disappointed in herself.
She felt as if she had ruined the perfect opportunity for their first sex.
The remainder of the morning was busy. Lillian and Bill
cleaned up, had breakfast, and checked out of the hotel. After that, they
packed the car for their ski retreat honeymoon and headed out.
Lillian watched the Vermont countryside roll by. The blend
of snow and ice added a beautiful and magical glow to the outside. She saw men
shoveling their driveways and children sledding. She acknowledged that this was
her future now. She had a husband and that made her a wife. Soon there would be
a home and kids and with any luck domestic bliss.
It was something she looked forward to, but there was still
the sex part. She couldn't have kids without sex. She knew she shouldn't worry
but she couldn't help but have doubts. Their first night was a bust. What if
the next time was a bust as well? What if she didn't like it? What if she
disappoints him? What if she couldn't get past her nervousness? She sat quietly
with her worries.
The final thirty miles was treacherous mountain driving with
narrow roads and sharp turns. The last mile was not so much a plowed road as it
was packed snow with tire ruts.
33 min
April 22 A Virgin’s Christmas Wish.
A lonely damsel gets a chance at neighbor’s Christmas ‘Yule, Log’.
Based on a post by virgin_sexpert. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.
But when the time came, I wasn't really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.
In college I could barely concentrate on class and I never took notes because I was always thinking and developing some sexual fantasy in my head that took my full attention. I go by ‘Mindy’. My parents named me Melinda, but I hate that name. I hate a lot of the things associated with high school. I was a wierdo. Then in college, I was a nerd.
At work in the library, I would have to take frequent breaks to my office where I would unwind to a few dirty pages of a dirty novel. Sex was on my mind, way too much. Every man that I would see throughout my day, became the leading male in my latest fantasy. I must have been the horniest virgin who ever lived! But no one ever knew.
I deliberately moved to a new city, just so I could start over. I changed my wardrobe and my hair style. But I had a very hard time changing my inner self.
I could have spent another night with my oiled up hand, or the new vibrator that I ordered online. Or I could have been a little kinkier and did some anal play with my handy-dandy pink ass plug, but I wanted the real thing, damnit!
I went on the pill, to make sex safer for my career plans. It grew my tits from a C cup to a D. And it also kicked up my libido. The holiday season really heightened my horniness, but it also heightened my loneliness. I wanted a man so bad. I wanted to hear a knock at my door, then open it and see a naked man on the other side, tied up with a big red ribbon tied in a bow, sporting an 8 inch stiff cock, just for me.
But I guess that was all just fantasy. When would my fantasies come to pass? Aren't I allowed to get at least one of them?
No matter how hard I wished and wanted something, it would never come to pass, so I decided to get up and go to a night club, downtown. Nothing ever came out of these things, but maybe tonight there would be some holiday magic working in my favor. Or maybe only losers would be desperate enough to be clubbing on Christmas Eve. But I was lusty, lonely, and stir-crazy.
When I opened the door to my 4th floor hallway, my neighbor was just coming home. His door and mine were near each other. The hallway turned perpendicular right between our entries. Our two apartments were at the northeast corner of the 4th floor of the West building.
"Hey, how are you, Mindy?" he asked. His name was John. He was older than me by perhaps some years, and he was way out of my league. Oh, he was always very cordial to me, but it always seemed out of pity. John is a tall and comes from Scandinavian stock. His mailbox, in the foyer; says “J. Nelson”.
I bet tonight his beautiful girlfriend would be coming over, maybe in sexy lingerie; and they would spend the evening making love, talking, and drinking wine.
"Hi, John. I’m Good! and you?" I asked back with a flirty smile.
He looked so handsome, with his all-black ensemble, and red silk tie. I couldn't help but smile goofily, in the face of this great looking man. I didn't know what he did for a living, but every night I could hear him playing his acoustic guitar. I laid in bed with my hands in my panties; pretending he was serenading me. But of course he would never know that.
"Yeah, I’m Fine. Merry Christmas! Where are you heading out to?" I could feel his stare on me, and it was making me quite bashful and self-conscious. I’ve been working so hard to keep eye contact with people.
I knew I looked great in my form-fitting dress. It highlighted my warm olive Italian skin, long slim legs, deep red full lips, and dark wavy hair. Okay, I’m keeping focused on John’s gorgeous eyes.
"Oh, I think I'll get go to a dinner club, or something.” Then I sighed; “I am spending the holidays alone."
"Oh, Me too!" He started.
I was surprised at his answer, and I almost didn't believe him. How could someone this handsome be alone?
Then he shocked me; "Do you maybe want to spend it alone together? I just stole some nice wine from my company holiday party? I was going to come home and drink alone. But, you know; it's really not good to drink alone.” He winked and added; “Please, Mindy; Skip the bar tonight and come in." He was opening the door and gesturing for me to come in.
I followed him in without a word. I had only dreamed about ever going in there. It was better than I had imagined! There was lots of navy, platinum, and teak wood furnishings. His home kinda smelled of leather and a subtle hint of vanilla.
We sat in the elegant living room. I was offered his wingback arm chair, adjacent the leather sofa. When he situated himself, he first started out apologizing to me for being such an aloof neighbor. He said he sort of developed this bad habit when his previous neighbors were rude.
I forgave him, as long as he promised never to stop being friendly again.
We sat drinking his sweet white wine. He had lots of questions to ask me, in the matters of my life, job, and interests.
I told him that I was a teen freak, then a college nerd. I love literature to a fault. I’m even into comic book superheroes, collecting replica Lightsabers, reading classic novels, and watching way too much Netflix. I told him that I used to be a shy kid with ADHD, but it leveled out during my college years.
I seemed very lame to myself, saying those things out loud. I revealed that I was just recently liberated from the thick eyeglasses of my childhood, by a successful laser eye surgery. “Most people didn’t even recognize me without the horrible glasses.” But I added that it’s probably all for the better, as I would rather build new friendships.
"So,” I asked him; “What type of things are you into?"
"Lots of things, gourmet cooking, chess, running, watching way too much Hulu, playing the guitar,” He sipped a bit more wine, then added; “sketching, and tying up sexy women, to play with their nipples and tease their clits. "
I nearly choked on the wine that was almost down my throat. Suddenly my body temperature rose at least 10 degrees, and my hands began to tremble.
He looked at me, straight into my big doe-like brown eyes. "Do you want to know what else I am into?"
I tilted my head, as if I were under a spell.
"Beautiful, shy women, like you; who don't know how sexy they are. A woman who gets wet when a man looks her deep in the eyes, and tells her that.” His voice went deep as he slowly added; “I want to fuck every hole you have, and make you cum, again and again.“
I was flushed and trembling, when he asked; “So, I ask again, my dear; what are you into?" He took the glass from my trembling hand and took my hand into his, and laid a sweet kiss on it.
With a trembling voice I began: "I really like to write erotica, especially at night when I am listening to you play your guitar. I like to close my eyes and wish that someone was touching me, whispering how much they want to make love to me; " I closed my eyes and took myself to my inner thoughts. My eyes watered at his sultry words. I was being seduced for the first time in my life!
I could feel him getting closer to me, his lip brushed against my ear. "I really like this;" I said as I felt the heat of his breathing, on my neck.
"You are your own kind of beautiful, Mindy." He told me.
I opened my eyes, hoping that this wasn't just another dream. In the back of my mind I already started to ask myself the 'why' and 'how' questions, but why ruin a sexy moment? I was completely flattered and could not hide my obvious turned on state. Already I could feel the wetness between my legs.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" John grinned.
My smile widened. "Honestly, You are making me wet," I laughed. I was never that frank about sex. But then again, I never really had a chance to be.
"Do you always do this to women you invite inside." I asked, with keen interest and looking him in the eyes.
"Have there been women in here that I’m unaware of?” John returned my question.
I had to challenge my presumption. No, I honestly hadn’t seen him bring a date to his place. “I’m sorry, John. No, I haven’t any reason to accuse you of being a player. I just assumed you’d have women throwing themselves at you.”
“Ha!” he laughed. “No, I am just in the Christmas spirit, I guess. It's the season for giving. I find myself in solitary circumstance, and reflecting on the need to appreciate the opportunities I haven’t availed myself to. Start treating people better. Especially kind neighbors whom I should be kinder to. And I want to give you something. Something even your wildest virgin fantasies can't imagine."
"Now, how did you know I was a virgin?" I felt more exposed than ever.
"I didn't. But, now I know for sure," he laughed.
I blushed, but his laugh made it easier for me to relax and be vulnerable. Oh he was even sexier when he laughed.
"I know you probably think that no one notices you, but I notice you.” John wanted to build up my self-esteem. “I see you coming home, and you nearly always pull out the wrong door key first. You are always humming the same song to yourself, and you are always dressed so sexily. I especially like that purple dress; it makes your lovely breasts look great."
My cheeks were so bright red, I didn't even know what else to say back to him. I felt so sexy now.
"And I must say, I love this dress on you.” He paused, then added; “But for me to give you a proper Christmas Eve gift, you will have to lose it."
"You want me to strip?" I smiled. I was hoping he was serious, because my clothes were begging to come off. ‘Thank you God, for sending me this sexy horny man!’
"Yes! Have another glass of wine, if you'd like. But I want you to strip, and then walk right into my bedroom over there."
John is inviting me to his bedroom! I was nervous, but even more so, I was terribly craving cock, his cock. With alcohol running through my veins, and 'bold' becoming my new middle name.
I stood facing John. Then I stepped up on his wooden coffee table. Still looking him in the eyes with lust, I pulled the halter tie from the back of my neck. I was swaying to an imaginary base rift, as I held a tie string in each hand.
My shoulders pulsed alternately, which caused my tits to swing against my gold bodice. Now my nipples were erect and protruding. I leaned over toward John as my straps released. Still swaying and twerking to my imaginary music, I reached behind to unzip the low-back of the dress; all the while entertaining him with my pendulous tits.
Then I placed a hand on each hip, as I stood back upright. I turned in several steps as I rocked my curvy ass to him, Then I slowly slid each hand down my hips, the thin dress descending with my hands. Before releasing, I looked over my shoulder, to catch his reaction. His eyes clearly conveyed; ‘Keep going’; so I did. I was being a tease, and he was into it.
The garment dropped to my stilettos. I stepped out of my gold cocktail dress, leaving only my black lacy G-string and my high heels.
Suddenly my rhythm stopped. I stood with my ass to him. I stepped my legs apart just enough to let my cunny make an appearance. In dramatic silence I slowly slid the waistband of the G-string down, guiding it continuously to my ankles. I caught his delightful lust, as I smiled seductively, from between my spread legs.
I stepped a leg out of the G-string and pivoted back facing him. Then I raised my other foot, with the lacy garment clinging to my toes. I swiftly grabbed the skimpy thing and in one fluid motion I stretched it back with my other hand, and shot the black lacy thing against his chest.
Now in front of him, I stood completely naked; like I was almost every night on the other side of that wall. Yes, I had practiced this routine; often to the rhythm of his classical guitar selections.
0 min
April 22 The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 2.
Smack-talking with a hot babe gamer.
Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

“Dude, you won’t believe what happened today,” Michael called out as he arrived back at his apartment.

“What’s up?” Antonio asked from the sofa.

“You know the girl from the basketball games?”

“That hot little trainer? Yeah?”
“She’s a member of the A U Pokémon League!”

“Are you serious?! Wha… what happened? Did you talk to her?” he asked.

“Yeah, we played a couple of games. She’s good; maybe the best I’ve ever played against,” Michael replied.

“That’s all? You just… played video games?” Antonio wondered, cocking his eyebrow.

“I, uh, might have also gotten her to agree to come to the Valentine’s Day dance with me,” Michael admitted.

“That’s what I’m talking’ about!” Antonio cheered, fist-bumping Michael. “You got a big day tomorrow. You ready for this?”
“To be honest… no, I’m not.”

“Whatchya mean?”
“Dude,
I’ve never been on a real date before, let alone had an actual
girlfriend!” Michael replied. “I don’t know the first thing about
women!”

Grinning, Antonio said, “Don’t you worry; I got your back.”

“Yeah, says my gay roommate,” Michael teased.

“Not
cool, dude. Here I am, trying to help you out, and you gotta go and
question my sexuality!” Antonio fired back with a laugh. “But in all
seriousness, if you doubt which way I swing… you could always ask
Allison Smallwood.”

“You and Allison Smallwood?”

“You bet your ass! We’ll be at the dance tomorrow.”

“Lucky bastard…” Michael grumbled.

“Hey, I’ve seen that trainer you’ve been pining over. You ain’t got nothing’ to be jealous of! Her name’s Ashley, right?”

“Yeah, but how’d you know?”

“Allison told me,” Antonio said. “I was trying’ to gather information in case you needed a stronger shove to chat her up.”

“I take it back. You’re not a lucky bastard, you’re a sneaky bastard!”

“Damn
straight! Now, let’s get you ready for your big date. Take a seat, my
man.” As Michael plopped down in the chair across from him, Antonio
continued, “Now, the first rule to remember is that she’s in charge.
Anything she says ‘no’ to or isn’t comfortable with, that’s what goes.
Understand?”

“Easy enough.”
“Good.
But remember, even though she’s in charge, she’ll still want you to
take the lead sometimes. The most attractive thing to most women is
confidence. Not cockiness, but confidence.”
“Knew there was a catch,” Michael sighed.

“Don’t
do that, man. That’s exactly what I’m talking’ about. The minute you
get down on yourself just ‘cause you think you’re not good enough,
that’s when the girl will pick up on it. As cliché as it sounds, you
have to just be you. You don’t want to go too over the top with your
personality, or she’ll think you’re compensating for something, but you
don’t wanna stifle your personality either, or she won’t get to know the
real you. Worst case, she’ll think you don’t like her. But if you just
act like you and be confident in that, everything else will fall into
place. Trust me.”

“I’m assuming I need to open doors and everything like that?”

“Definitely
start out that way, yeah,” Antonio answered. “Now, it’s entirely
possible she may not like that, particularly if she’s strong and
independent. If she reacts negatively, don’t panic. Just explain that
you were taught to do those things as a sign of respect and good
manners. That ought to be enough, but if she’s still not keen on it,
don’t force the issue.”

“Ok, but… what if she wants me to hold her hand or… kiss her? How am I supposed to know and not fuck it up?”
“As
far as holding her hand, it’s a dance. That means you two will be in
close proximity all night; handholding is gonna happen on its own, so
don’t stress over it. Now, as for kissing, you have to read the signs.”

“The signs?” Michael asked.

“Damn, ain’t you ever seen Hitch? Will Smith wrote the book on reading signs!”

“Dude, you know I can’t stand romantic comedies!” Michael laughed.

“With
your luck, Ashley will feel the same way,” Antonio chuckled. “Anyway,
the signs. If she’s smiling and maybe laughing at everything you two do
together, that’s a sign she’s into you. If she finds any excuse in the
world to touch you or take your arm, that’s a sign she’s into you. If
you two find yourselves alone and she’s in no hurry to go back to where
there’s more people, that’s a sign she’s into you. If you’re at her door
and she fumbling with her keys, in no hurry to let the date end, that’s
a sign she’s into you. And finally, if there’s a long silence where she
maintains eye contact with you the whole time, that’s a full on signal
she probably wants you to kiss her.”

“Probably?”
“Yeah,
probably. There’s never any guarantee, especially when it comes to the
fairer sex. The first kiss is always built on taking a chance. Keep in
mind, the chance may not come tomorrow night, and that’s ok. That
doesn’t mean she’s not into you, it may just mean she plays things close
to the vest.”

“Fair enough. But what do I do if I get the signal? Just kiss her?”

“Naw, dude. You gotta use the 90/10 rule.”

“90/10 rule?”

Antonio sighed. “Man, this would be so much easier if you had seen Hitch.
The 90/10 rule is simple: you have to go 90% of the way towards your
first kiss with her, but make her come the last 10%. For example,
imagine that long silence where she maintains eye contact the whole
time. You maintain eye contact, too. That’s 20%. You smile, maybe laugh.
That’s 20%. You put your hand on her arm. That’s 20%. You start to lean
in closer. That’s 20%. Your faces are almost touching, and you stop.
That’s 10%. She’s got to come the last 10%. The point of all that is to
make your intentions clear while still giving her plenty of opportunity
to pull back if she wants, and if she does, that’s ok.”

“Easy for you to say…”

“Again,
stop that. Some gals play things conservatively to start with on
account of being burned in the past. Nothing’ wrong with that, you just
have to show that you’re trustworthy before she starts to open up. It
certainly doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you if that were to
happen.”

“Guess that’s true.”

“Now, for the final piece of the puzzle. Whatchya gonna wear tomorrow?”

Michael’s face twisted in panic. “I have no fucking clue!” he realized.

“No sweat! You’re looking at a master of the threads,” Antonio boasted. “You got a suit?”

“Just a black one I use for interviews and presentations.”

“Lemme see.”

Dressed to kill.
Michael
led the way into his closet and pulled out his black suit and white
dress shirt. Antonio looked them over for a moment before tossing them
on the bed.

“This’ll work. Got a tie?” he asked Michael.

“Yeah,” Michael replied, pulling out a striped red and white tie.

Antonio snorted a bit. “Good enough for a job interview, but not even close for a Valentine’s Day date.”

“Ok, what about a black tie?”

“A
black tie with a black suit?! You gonna look like a damn Mormon, man!
Put the suit on; I’ll be right back.” Antonio returned a couple minutes
later with a few of his own neckties in hand. “The black suit and white
shirt is a staple of any man’s wardrobe because of its incredible
versatility. The tie is the most crucial aspect of this versatility.
It’s the accent that allows the suit to send any message you want it
to.”

“You are so obsessed,” Michael chuckled.

“I’ll choose
to ignore your continued condescension,” Antonio shot back. Holding up a
pale orange tie to Michael’s neck, he shook his head, saying, “Nah,
you’re definitely not a pastels kind of guy. Whatchya think of this
one?”

Examining the wine colored tie with a starburst pattern, Michael replied, “Too loud for my tastes.”

“No problem. Let’s see… ah ha! This is it!” Antonio held up a solid royal blue tie to Michael’s neck.

“Hmm… not bad,” Michael admitted.

“Not
bad? Dude, this one is perfect for you! Goes great with your skin tone
and the suit color, plus it sends the right message: confidence. It’s a
strong color, but the lack of pattern makes sure it’s not too loud or
trendy. It’s classic, just like you, my man. Here, put it on.”

As Michael fumbled a bit in front of his floor mirror, he asked, “What knot do you think I should use? Half Windsor?”
“Nah,
a full Windsor is almost always best,” Antonio replied. “Symmetrical
and confident, but not too over the top. A half Windsor can come off as
sloppy.”

Michael took a few seconds to remember the steps for a
full Windsor in his head before tying the knot around his neck. When he
was finished, he had to admit he was impressed with the final product.

“Damn… I’d do me.”

“And who knows? Ashley may feel the same way,” Antonio grinned.

Michael
took several deep breaths as he ascended the stairs in Ashley’s
apartment building. Antonio had done everything he could think of to
make sure he was prepared yesterday, but Michael was still a nervous
wreck. There was something special about this girl, and he did not want to screw it up. With a trembling hand, he reached forward and knocked on the door to apartment 2B.

“Yes?” came a voice from the other side.

“I’m Michael Goldman, here to pick up Ashley.”

“That’s right! Hold on a sec.”

A
moment later, the door swung open, revealing a slim redhead with a
pixie haircut. Dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, she had a hint of
makeup on that seemed to indicate she was getting ready for Valentine’s
Day, too.

“Hey! I’m Liz, Ashley’s roommate,” she said, extending her hand with a bubbly smile.

“Michael. Nice to meet you,” he replied, shaking her hand.

“Make yourself comfortable; Ashley should be ready in a little bit,” Liz said.

“No problem. Take your time.”

Liz
adjourned to one of the back bedrooms to check on Ashley, finding her
seated in front of the vanity. Her hair had been dried after her shower,
but she still wore a towel wrapped around her body. She seemed lost and
befuddled as she perused her makeup selection.

“Your guy’s here,” Liz giggled. “He’s cute! I’d totally be all over him… ya know, if I weren’t a lesbian.”

“Hands off, he’s mine!” Ashley laughed.

“You ok? You look lost.”

“Yeah, I just have no idea what to use. I want to make the right impression.”

“May
I?” Taking a seat next to Ashley on the bench, Liz continued, “To be
honest, you don’t need much. The point of makeup is to accentuate your
best features, but much more than that just starts to look clownish.
Here, a little bit of eyeliner… there, that’s perfect. Just add a touch
of lip gloss and you’re good!”

“That’s it? What if he’s not impressed?” Ashley worried.

“Jesus,
I’ve never seen you this worried about a date! He must have really
gotten to you yesterday,” Liz giggled. “Don’t worry; if he’s the kind of
guy I suspect he is, then he’ll enjoy every moment with you no matter
how much makeup you use. Seriously, he gonna be speechless, girl.”

“If you say so. Thanks for letting me borrow your dress, by the way. Lord knows I don’t have anything to wear for something like this.”

“My pleasure! Gay or straight, I’m still a girl who likes wearing pretty things!”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were just as bad as all those sorostitutes,” Ashley deadpanned.

Hugging her friend, Liz said, “Oh, I won’t be home ‘til after lunch tomorrow, so you two can have the place to yourselves.”

“Liz! I just met the guy yesterday! I have no intention of sleeping with him!”

“I
know, but I don’t want the lack of somewhere private to hamper your
date tonight. Should the opportunity present itself, you two have
somewhere to come after the dance, that’s all. No pressure.”

Rolling her eyes, Ashley realized her roommate was only trying to be considerate and helpful. “Thanks.”

“Welcome. All right, you finish getting ready. There’s a cutie outside waiting on you!” Liz replied, bouncing up to her feet.

Michael
fidgeted on the sofa, nervous as all hell as he waited for Ashley. He
had expected to wait like this; Antonio made sure of that. Still,
talking about the wait and experiencing it are two completely diffe
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