The Widow Has A Daughter: part 2; The Daughter’s Approval Meant More Than I Knew. By bart23233. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was late June and I was headed to Linda’s after work. We’d planned a dinner out and I was going to stay the night. I arrived around 5:30pm and was met at the door by Lilly. He said, “Hi” and welcomed me inside. “I just got off the phone with mom. She’s had some work emergency and she’ll be at least an hour late. She said make yourself at home and she’d call when she left the office.” “Did she say what it was?” “No, just that she was sorry.” “Well,” I said. I guess we have time to talk. You’ve been so busy getting ready for college we haven’t had a long chat in a while.“ “Yes. Actually, there was something I wanted you to help me with.” She suddenly had a shy face and seemed unsure about continuing. “Come on, it’s me. You can tell or ask me anything. You know I’ve very fond of your mom and you,” I said hoping to make whatever it was easier for her. I took a chair from the table in the eat-in kitchen and turned it around to the counter. Lilly turned one of the counter-height stools to face me. She was dressed for the warm weather. She had a t-shirt on with the logo of her new college on it. Her skirt was a lightweight fabric and came halfway to her knee. There was no doubt, she was really cute. “So, how can I help? Something about college?” “Sorta. I don’t know if mom told you, but I’m still a virgin.” “No,” I said. “That really didn’t come up in our talks – I mean really outside of what we’d talk about. Okay. So, you’re a virgin. Lots of people are.” “I don’t want to go off to college as a virgin. So, I want to deal with it now.” “I thought you were still dating Bobby. It was not of my business, but I thought that he’d – well, picked your cherry.” She paused for a moment. “That’s part of the problem. Bobby would most likely screw it up, I mean with the hymen and all. He’s so dumb on these things!” “So. You want me to talk to Bobby and walk him through it so that he doesn’t screw it up?” “No. I don’t want Bobby!” I kind of understood not wanting a high school boy to be your first. They fumble around and finally get their little dicks in your pussy, blow their cum in under a minute and then rush off to tell their friends. The next day at school, before lunch, two of Bobby’s friends would ask Lilly for a date. I thought back to my high school days. I’d gotten into two pussies. The first was Megan because my buddy Doug had told me that she’d fucked him. So, I took her to Lover’s Lane and finally got her out of her panties, my dick in her cunt and I was done before I knew it. The other was Cindy. Back to Lover’s Lane. Getting her out of her panties was more of an effort. Finally, she was ready and I thrusted my dick into her pussy and facing some resistance before it went all the way in. It was her first time and I’d broken her hymen. Again, it took me about a minute to cum in her pussy and she was crying the whole time. Everyone deserves better memories of their first time than that. “Well, who do I talk to? Who and what do you want?” She stared at me. “I want you to fuck me. I trust you to do it right,” she said. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I’m with your mom and I’m pretty sure that fucking her daughter is way out of bounds!” “Don’t worry about mom. I can take care of her. I really need you to do this for me.” Her legs together, she lifted her feet from the bottom rung of the stool to the next ones up. It positioned her so that I was looking right at her knees. She slowly spread her legs. She had no panties. I was staring transfixed. I had expected to see her pubic area cover with fine, blond hair. There was none. Obviously, she had gotten waxed. The lack of pubic hair made her crotch seem even younger. Her legs were only slightly ajar at this point, but she slowly moved her knees apart. I could see her pussy lips. They were closed showing a slight line down the center. It w

The Manor: The Ball, Part 2 -  Tawsha and Lilith, & Tawsha’s little orgy. (ch. 6) By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Ball, Continued Of course, Tawsha was, like Don, watching what her fellow dancers were doing, and, when she had noticed people peeling off the outer circle, had asked one of her partners what was going on. So, she was not actually surprised when Don waved at her and disappeared back through the circling dancers, or when it was her turn to weave and dodge her own way back out.  She understood that selecting a partner was entirely optional, and was trying to decide whether she would participate. Before the Player, it had been years since she’d had sex with a man, and though she’d loved it she wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with selecting a man and basically asking him to fuck her, just hours later. As she slipped between the outermost two full circles (with pairs of women and men, before the circle of unattached men at the outside), Tawsha was still a bit distracted by these thoughts. So, she was a little surprised to find herself noticing the direct attention of a woman moving along the outside, just inside the last circle of men. This woman had short dark hair with reddish-burgundy highlights, a long neck, broad shoulders and full breasts proudly on display above her deep purple corset. A dark blue skirt with long slits running up the sides showed off her long, well-muscled legs. She was beautiful and supremely confident. The woman smiled at Tawsha as she and her partner passed, and Tawsha felt herself blushing, and noticed a rising warmth between her legs. As Tawsha slipped to the outside of the dance, she reviewed the rules of the dance as they had been explained to her; “Once you’ve made your way from the outer circle to the inner one, when you get back to the outside you can take your pick of the unattached dancers on the outer circle.” Tawsha hurried along, moving opposite the parade of men passing by on the outermost ring of the dance. There’s no reason, she thought, why I can’t wait for a bit to make my selection. As soon as the next turn came around, shifting the available partners one ring inward, Tawsha surged forward and caught the beautiful woman she’d been following by the hand. The woman turned, surprised at being selected so quickly, saw Tawsha and then smiled broadly. She moved to Tawsha, and reached up to caress her cheek, saying, “I was hoping to see you again tonight, just not so soon.” Still blushing, Tawsha said nothing, but clasped the woman’s hand against her cheek and then kissed the inside of her wrist. Then she looked to the nearest alcove and back to her chosen partner, who responded, “By all means. I’m all yours. Lead the way.” The alcove would have to be filled to capacity to make Tawsha stop. When she had seen this woman she had made her mind up to have her, and any hesitation threatened to derail her resolve. In fact, there were already three couples in the alcove, engaged in a variety of activities, some of which seemed to involve inter-couple engagements, but Tawsha paid no attention to any of this. There was room for Tawsha and her partner off to the left end of the large bed-like area against the back wall of the alcove, and Tawsha moved quickly to claim this area, crawling onto it on her hands and knees. When she was far enough onto it, she turned back to extend her hand to the woman behind her, who laughed and crawled up to join Tawsha. They tumbled together as they met in a kiss. It was a passionate, sloppy kiss, making up in enthusiasm for anything it lacked in subtlety. Tawsha felt the woman’s soft, full tits pressed against her, and reached up to hold those wonderfully new breasts, feeling hard nipples rubbing against her palms. Their legs parted for each other, and each pushed a thigh up against the other’s crotch. The woman’s strong bare thigh pressed against Tawsha’s pussy and clit through the thin fabric of Tawsha’s G-string, while

The Manor: The Ball, Part 1 -  Don enjoys the strange ball & two new playmates. (ch. 5) By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Don held out his arm and Tawsha took it, both of them smiling at the surreal circumstances. They followed along with the Player and his entourage, who led them out into the hallway and then down a number of connected hallways. Certainly, the place was some kind of luxurious labyrinth. As they walked, Don asked Tawsha, “This certainly has been an interesting little adventure so far, hasn’t it?” She laughed, and said, “You’re abusing the word ‘interesting’, Don.” “Yeah, but I have no idea what other adjective to use. I keep trying to tell myself that this must be all some weird, really realistic and intense dream, but I’m not buying it.” “Me too,” she said. “This is all very real, even though it makes absolutely no sense.” Don smiled at her. “If it does turn out to be a dream it’s been a very good one.” She smiled but didn’t look at him. “Are you looking at my tits again?” “Would you rather I didn’t?” Then she looked at him, still smiling, but serious, “We’re never going to have the same kind of relationship, Don.” “Well,” he said thoughtfully, “do you mean we’re not going to continue to be honest with each other, love each other, and treat each other well?” “Of course not.” “I didn’t think so. Well, if you’re talking about the kind of relationship where sex is completely out of the question, then I have to say I’m not too broken up about that.” “When we get back, though, it’ll be different,” she said. Don thought there was a note of regret in her voice. “We’ll see about that when we get there,” he shrugged, still smiling. “I’m still with Sarah, no matter what happens here,” she said firmly. “Right,” he nodded. “Did you get the impression I was trying to take you away from her?” “No, but things, ” she faltered. “But all of this; it feels complicated.” Don laughed a little, and said, “Sometimes complicated is good. It sure as hell is interesting.” She punched him in the shoulder, “Stop using that word!” As they walked on, Don thought that up until he had gotten here, to this strange place, he would have now been dying to ask her, “Does this mean you want to have sex?” Now, though, he could tell she wanted to have sex, but that wasn’t all of it. His attitude had shifted somehow. Before he could pursue that line of thought any further, though, they came to the top of a huge spiral staircase they descended to a marble hall, with potted ferns and benches against the walls. Without stopping, the Player led them across the shiny floor to a pair of enormous doors that opened as they approached. Although by now Don would have thought he was beyond being surprised, he was shocked at how immense the ballroom was. It looked like something out of a particularly big-budget Hollywood musical. Huge chandeliers glittered way overhead, and broad stairways swept up the sides to a gallery overlooking the expansive floor where he guessed a hundred people mingled. Underneath the gallery (which was supported by marble columns) seemed to be a number of side chambers, open on the dance floor side but offering some small measure of privacy. “Wow!” Tawsha said. “Exactly!” Don agreed. On either side of the entrance there were large tables covered with large bowls of brightly colored fruit. Suddenly, Don realized he was starving. Apparently, so was Tawsha, because they both started immediately for the food. Don took a strawberry and bit into it, only to find that it was the sweetest strawberry he’d ever tasted. Next he devoured a banana, while seeing that Tawsha had quickly peeled an orange and was making short work of it. “This is delicious!” she said. Don nodded, and took another strawberry. As he was chewing this, he saw a fountain with clear water pouring out of it and an array of glasses standing by. He hadn’t had anything to drink since waking up, and hadn’t even noticed that he was thirsty, which he cer

The Manor: Bath & Wardrobe -  Tawsha is bathed & dressed. (ch. 4) By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Tawsha was reveling in the afterglow of several intense orgasms and the unusual feeling of being well and truly fucked. The beautiful Ilsa was hovering over her with that statuesque body; all soft, curvy and fit in just the right ways and places; kissing and licking; licking the Player’s cum off Tawsha’s body! Tawsha knew that sooner or later she would be shocked at her behavior and how much she had enjoyed every bit of it. From sucking that ridiculously big dick, to having it inside her, and then feeling all that hot, sticky cum splattering all over her body; she had loved all of it.  Then there was her sudden mania for the taste of cum. When she had taken the cum from Natalia’s thigh and slurped it down, she had been acting on a whim, born half of the desire to tease Don and half from curiosity spawned by seeing Ilsa and the mysterious woman in the hallway both of whom had clearly enjoyed the stuff, but she had been surprised to find that she liked it; a lot. Of course, she had tasted cum before, but it had never been particularly appealing, and at least once nasty. Don’s cum, mixed with Natalia’s juices, was surprisingly tasty, both salty and a little sweet.  The Player’s was similar, though a bit sweeter even. Plus, it felt so wonderfully decadent to scoop the stuff up off herself and enjoy its thick texture in her mouth and sliding down her throat. As she ran her hands over Ilsa’s wonderful curves, Tawsha also thought back to how willing she was to let the Player have his way with her. More than that, she had happily gotten to her knees for him; hardly typical behavior for her! Something about the fact that the Player had had to earn the right to her favors, in a very physical and competitive way, made it not only alright to give herself up so willingly, but even fun, as if kneeling there, sucking his cock, and fucking him were all part of the game; the most fun part of a game she had enjoyed very much. It also didn’t hurt that all of the men (except Igor) had seemed focused on hitting her to the exclusion of the other women.  Normally, she didn’t like being pursued so directly, particularly by men, but there was something about the good-natured and open spirit of the game that had made it all OK. She had agreed to play, knowing the stakes, and had made them work very hard to win. She was glad that it was either the Player or Don who had gotten her finally, but she was sure she would have been happy to submit to whoever tagged her. Those were the rules, after all. Ilsa’s sweet lips and tongue had made their way down to Tawsha’s lower belly, and Tawsha was sure the blonde would soon move even lower. She turned her head to the side, kissed Ilsa’s thigh, and parted her legs, giving the statuesque beauty complete access. Unfortunately, this idyllic moment was interrupted by a voice saying, “Ahem, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. I am to inform you that the ball will begin shortly.” The other women exclaimed their delight and Ilsa promptly stopped what she was doing and sat up on her haunches. Smiling down at Tawsha, she said, “You’ll love the ball!” “The ball?” Tawsha asked, suddenly thinking about things other than sex. “Yes,” Ilsa nodded. She got to her feet, and leaned down to help Tawsha to her feet. “We get to dress up and dance. It’s wonderful fun.” “But, what about, ” Tawsha started, but stopped when she felt a large warm hand on her shoulder. She turned to see the Player, who had retrieved his jacket, hat and walking stick, and was now smiling down at her. “I should tell you that the people you should ask about how you came to be here are the Lord and Lady of the Manor,” he said cheerfully. “If anyone knows, they will. And they will be at the ball.” Don had now come up to hear all of this, trailed closely by a very happy Keiko. “We might as well play along,” Don said with a shrug. “I’m beginn

The widow has a daughter: part 1; The seal of approval goes two ways. By bart23233. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. For me, turning 40 was a real issue. My friends were throwing me a big four-oh party and it kind of got out of hand there were a lot of people there. Many of whom I didn’t even know. Let’s just say that we passed small and intimate way back in the dust. As I moved through the crowd, a woman who appeared to be about 45 caught my eye. She was one of the many people I didn’t know. She was in shape and had a great body. I decided that at 40, I was allowed to chat up women who were 45. I move over to her and introduced myself. She told me she was Linda. As it turned out, she was friends with a couple I knew and they’d invited her to the party. I asked if she brought her husband, and she replied that she was a widow having lost her husband a year ago. I expressed my sympathies. She said that it wasn’t needed as she’d made it past the first three months and worked her head through it. He was gone and she had to move on. “So, what’s the hardest part now,” I asked. She leaned in and said, “No sex. I really miss that part.” “A good-looking woman such as yourself should have no problem solving that,” I said. “It’s harder than you think. After all, you haven’t offered now have you,” she asked with a provocative smile on her face. “Never let it be said that I have no manners. You have my offer to help in that area at any time,” I said. The room was crowded and everyone was on top of each other. Someone passed by carrying a couple of drinks and offering up a “pardon me”. In the bustle of the room, I felt her hand rubbing the crotch of my pants. It wasn’t an accidental bump against me, she was groping for treasure. “Just checking to see if it were a valid offer,” she said. “Seems it was very real.” By this time, she had a firm grip on my ball sack and my cock was swelling to full size. It was kind of fun. This had never happened before, even at drunken frat parties at college. Even college girls had been more discrete. By this point, she’d released my balls and was gently rubbing my cock through my pants. She rubbed it from end-to-end, slowly. “Okay, you have my attention and a bit of pre-cum,” I said in a whisper at her ear. She smiled. “I want more than that,” she whispered back. The room had pretty much cleared. She stood in a corner, me facing her. Releasing my cock, she unzipped my pants and reached in grabbing my cock. She gave it a good tug and then fondling the head, said, “Yes, I see we do have a pre-cum situation.” With that, she released my cock, zipped my pants and slowly licked her fingers which carried my pre-cum. “May I call you,” she asked. “You can call me for anything at any time,” I replied. With that she glided away and starting chatting with other guests. It was just as if nothing had happened. I was really hoping that she called. Then I remembered that we’d not exchanged numbers. Not-to-worry, I could always get her number from our mutual friends. Sitting at my desk the following Tuesday, the phone rang. I picked it up and a woman said, “I’m in the market for some pre-cum. Would you be able to help me with that,” she asked? “Yes, Linda. I can absolutely help you with that. I’m in a meeting with my boss right now, may I return you call,” I asked. “What’s your number?” I jotted down the number and promised to call her back shortly. I rushed the remainder of he meeting with my boss. As he left my office, I picked up the phone and called Linda. She picked up. “Hello, Linda. What can I do to help you,” I asked? I was sure she could hear the smirk in my voice. “Perhaps I could offer you dinner tonight.” “No dinner. I told you I was horny not hungry. Do you have any offers that don’t involve food?” “Perhaps I could come to your place and we could start with my pre-cum and take it all the way to post cum,” I said. “Take down my address. Let’s say seven,” she said. She proceeded to give me her address whi

The Manor: The Player & the Game -  Don and Tascha win more than answers. (ch. 3) By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Though he was just as startled as Tascha by the sudden interruption, Don’s first reaction was not to look to the light, to try to hide, or to try to defend himself. Instead, Don’s response was to just ignore whatever else was going on and to take the opportunity to finally fuck Tascha. It wasn’t the ideal romantic and erotic coupling he had often fantasized about, but, goddamn it, it was close enough!  Unfortunately, Tascha’s reaction was to pull away and turn to the light, blinking her eyes against the relatively brightness. Closing his eyes for a moment, due to the light and his frustration, Don turned to the light and the source of the voice. “You were right, Igor, there are naughty peepers in the walls,” said the deep, cheerful voice. Don opened his eyes, now fairly well adjusted to the new light level, and saw that he and Tascha had stopped at a window in the passage that was almost directly opposite just the kind of access panel they were supposedly looking for. In the opening stood a very tall, thin but muscular, black man wearing a bright red tuxedo jacket; the kind with tails; a matching top hat, and nothing else. Though Don couldn’t be sure, because of the hat and the jacket, the interloper seemed to be completely hairless. Certainly there was no sign of pubic hair above the quite impressive schlong hanging down between the man’s long legs. In his hand, the man held a walking stick with a gold handle that suggested some kind of alternate use as a sex toy to Don. On the man’s face was a broad white smile. The big man gestured at them with his walking stick, and said, “Come on out of there and let us have a look at you, naughty peepers.” Don looked to Tascha, who appeared suitably cautious. He thought the only other option they had at the moment was to try to escape down the dark passageway, and he frankly didn’t think that was likely to turn out well. This man in the top hat seemed to know where the access panels were, so Don thought he would be at least one step ahead of them in that regard. It also occurred to him that the man might be able to give them valuable information. “I don’t think we, ” he started to say to Tascha. The man in the light interrupted him, saying, “Oh come on, we won’t hurt you.” Then he laughed and added, “Unless you ask us to.” Tascha sighed, shrugged and nodded to Don, in quick succession. Don, who was fractionally closer to the opening anyway, led the way. The man in red stepped back out of the way, and Don and Tascha came out into the hallway, which seemed to be similar to the one they had spied upon shortly before. They found themselves completely surrounded by a small crowd of interesting characters. Aside from the tall man in red, there was a tall (but not so tall as the first man), thin, white guy with an unruly mop of dark hair on his head who was wearing a kilt, a rather short (about Nymphet height) but muscular man with a swarthy complexion, short, brown hair, no clothes and another prodigious dong hanging in front of him, and three gorgeous women wearing high heels and evening dresses. As Don and Tascha were taking all this in, the others were looking them over both intently and somewhat lasciviously; except for the short, brawny man, who seemed to have very little interest in what was going on. The man in red, who had been examining Tascha and Don a bit longer, was the first to speak, saying, “You’re new aren’t you?” This provoked excitement among the others, except the short one. “Um, yes, we’re new,” Don said. “Ah!” the man laughed, “that explains everything!” “It does?” Tascha asked. “Indeed,” he answered. Then he took off his hat, showing his completely bald pate, and bowed, “Welcome to the Manor!” He gestured with his walking stick to each of his companions in turn and made introductions. He indicated the short man, and said, “This is

A Park Affair: Part 4 Changing Perspective by r a wallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 9: Wendy I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction. “This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I’m addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.” “That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I’m not sure I know the difference.” “I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped. “Indeed.” We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away. “So, how has your day gone?” he inquired pleasantly. “It’s been pretty good. I’m caught up on my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to happen.” “Sounds like a good day,” he offered. I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.” “Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does the guy know you favor your coffee black?” “Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I giggled, which wasn’t like me. “Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you’re smart and vulnerable, but you’re willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of things. He also thinks you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.” “Does he think I’m emotionally unstable?” I asked cautiously. He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me, “He thinks you’re brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you’re capable and willing to move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows you’re honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.” We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes. It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said, though well intended, told me she really didn’t appreciate my circumstances. We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he took my arm and pulled me onto the grass. “I think you can use a hug.” His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was. When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring. He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek. “Where’s the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he made me feel good about myself. “It’s here for you,” I said smiling. _ Wendy Two weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse. “So, I’m free?” “Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead your life as you wish,” he replied. Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again. I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off my shoulders. I can’t say I was euphoric at the news, but it was liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a

A Park Affair: Part 3 Untangling Messed Up Lives. By R A Wallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 6: Second Thoughts Wendy We talked for almost an hour and I found myself laughing at his lame jokes. Though he did a pretty good job at laughing at mine too. After we hung up I felt wonderful. He had laughed at my favorite lawyer joke: How many lawyers does it take to shingle a roof? He had made a few guesses, and when I gave him the punch line: It depends on how thin you slice them. He laughed, then continued to chuckle as we talked. I felt so good knowing I had entertained him. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time. “Well, you look like you’re in a good mood, Clara grinned as I walked out into the living room and sat down. Who was that you were talking to?” “A guy I met at the park a while ago.” “How well do you know him? It sounded as if he has a good sense of humor to make you laugh like that.” The question jolted me and my mind tried to parse the question. How well did I know him? I didn’t know him that well, I mean we… I had him… “Come on, it can’t be that difficult to answer,” Clara chided with a smile. “I’ve seen him one time, he gave me his number, and I accidently dialed it instead of my mother’s.” “And you talked with him for how long?” “I don’t know, a while. He asked me out for coffee and I told him no.” “So, once things are settled with your husband are you going to call him again and see if he’ll take you out?” “Really, I don’t know, I haven’t given it any thought.” Then I realized I hadn’t deleted his contact information as I had planned to do. I didn’t want to second guess myself as I had enjoyed talking with him– I decided to leave him in my contacts. “You know you could ask him out, you’re not that old fashioned are you? I mean you could have him over to hang out.” “I suppose I could once I have my own apartment and my husband is history.” “You know I don’t mind having you here.” “I know, thank you. But, I will have to move on with my life and getting my own apartment seems important in that respect.” Robb After ending my talk with Wendy I took a root beer out of the fridge and sat down with a bag of pretzels. I was surprised when the first call came, then disappointed it had been by mistake. She had been honest about it and… well… it was nice to hear her voice. I was engaged in reading when the second call came and after talking for a while it seemed as if she had taken my advice and sought a divorce. The longer we talked the more relaxed she seemed to be. Making her laugh was delightful as I could see her eyes sparkle while those sweet lips showed a white smile in my mind. The surprise was she had a wonderful sense of humor herself, and I found myself laughing more than I had in a long while. That was when I suggested we have coffee together. When she declined the air went out of the balloon in a whoosh. When she explained the reason I felt better, she was right of course, she was married. The situation was thankfully different than before and I couldn’t help but feel good about it. We kind of ended our talk without really saying goodbye, it was as if she were leaving the door open. I hoped she was and this time my feelings were less than altruistic– I wanted to feel her body naked against mine again. Chapter 7: Caving In Wendy I was at work two days later having lunch with several of my coworkers and found my mind wandering. It was the second time in as many days Robb had come to mind– the sound of his laugh in particular. “Well, that was some smile,” Ruby said, bringing me out of my reveille, “I haven’t seen you smile like that in weeks, it’s nice to see.” The others nodded their agreement. I returned to my desk with a few minutes left before my lunch break was over. I took my phone out and sent a text message to Robb suggesting we meet in the park, then go for coffee if he wasn’t busy. I pressed send, my heart beating a little faster. Sure, I was still married, but that didn’t mean I

CHRISTIAN COLLEGE SEX COMEDY: PART 10 extended  - A Spring Break 13-part Novel. Can Zane go 24 hours without sex? By FinalStand. The player above contains the intro section. Listen to the complete episode by clicking here, at Steamy Stories. *Anyone can be who they want to be; the challenge is being who you need to be* My journey to the Dining Hall this Wednesday was enlivened by carrying, bridal style, a sophomore named Courtney while playing out a scene from Tristan and Isolde. I had Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy as escorts/minders, but Rhaine was now defining her responsibility as keeping me from misbehaving, not stopping me, and the other students from having fun. Tristan and Isolde was some kind of chick-flick taken from a Wagnerian play so technically it wasn’t on the ‘banned’ list. With me was the added bonus that it wasn’t homo-erotic (being a guy in a romantic relationship with a girl, in the play) and that I could actually carry Isolde in my arms. A larger than normal crowd had gathered for my dutiful performance and while I generally received rave reviews, I did catch a few girls talking about redoing the skit with a Sampson and Delilah theme. I pledged to avoid girls with shears like the plague. We bunched up around one of the entrances to the Dining Hall as I finished our script and carefully placed her back on her feet. Among the scattering of applause and the press of bodies, I felt Mercy stumble into me. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in surprise, and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. My answer came when I looked over her shoulder and saw Rio, looking very casual but pumping her arm rapidly against Mercy’s back. When we got into the food line, Rio smirked and began sucking her forefinger which was sticky and slick. “Seriously, in the middle of the crowd? You just couldn’t resist?” I teased her. “Next I’m sticking in the butt plug,” she whispered in a conspiratorial manner. “I have it in my book bag and I’m jumping her after BA. Do you want to help?” “I’d rather face dismemberment than break Iona’s schedule,” I sighed quietly. “Some He-Man you are,” she giggled. “You’ll go five rounds with Gorman but Iona has you pussy-whipped.” “If I have to go, I could hardly pick a better woman,” I responded, and wrapped an arm around Iona’s waist and rested my hand on her hip. “Yes, Zane?” Iona looked up at me with an exotic combination of innocence and genius. “Rio reminded me how lucky we are to have you with us,” was my answer. “Oh, that’s nice,” Iona beamed up at me. “I thought it had something to do with Rio putting her hand under Mercy Chaplain’s skirt.” I chuckled and Rio grumbled. “I have glasses,” Iona stated, “I’m not blind.” “Did anyone else notice?” I inquired. “No. I think Rio was pretty smooth, but if experience has taught me anything, it is Rio who is going to be the troublemaker, not you, Zane,” Iona stated calmly. “I was paying attention to her.” “Oh, Cordelia wanted to know if you could come by the Science Club today around two-thirty and help us with a little problem we are having,” Iona inquired. “What’s the problem?” I asked. “Why didn’t Cordy ask him herself?” Rio questioned. “I don’t know the answer to either of those questions,” Iona admitted. “It is illegal, illicit, and off the record,” Rio pronounced. “No, it is not,” Iona battled back. “Trust me, I’ve done my share of things I didn’t want the authorities to know about and this stinks of that kind of stunt,” Rio explained. “I’ll be with Zane; nothing will happen. Besides, we are the Science Club, not an international criminal syndicate,” Iona told Rio. “I’ll be okay,” I promised Rio. On the other hand, the Science Club wasn’t all flowers, bells, and puppy dog tails. They hacked the school’s computer systems, had illegal internet hook-ups, and were re-wiring a dorm floor for my personal pleasure, and Rio’s criminal instincts were more often right than wrong. We were able to get our seats and enjoy most of breakfast before Iona nudged me. “Don’

CHRISTIAN COLLEGE SEX COMEDY: PART 9 extended - A Spring Break 13-part Novel. Who is punishing whom? By FinalStand. The player above contains the intro section. Listen to the complete episode by clicking here, at Steamy Stories. *Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire* Making Mistakes “Back up, all you horny bitches,” Rio growled. “Clearly he’s on life support,” I would have asked her to be more polite but my only real desire was to crawl back into bed at that moment. I must have looked like hell because everyone actually did what Rio ordered, and I’m pretty sure Opal could beat Rio into next week if she desired. As it was, my ladies stood watch over me with a compassion and tenderness most of them couldn’t have imagined holding for me a week ago. I showered, and by unspoken consensus, Iona got to towel me off and fixed said towel around my waist so I could go back to my ‘room’. That warm fuzzy feeling got my fires going where hot water had failed. I probably saved us a whole lot of headaches too, for them anyway. Rhaine, Mercy, and one other of her group were leaning against the far wall when I came through the bathroom door. Without being obvious, I let the door shut then slammed my heel against it. "No more games,” Rhaine gloated, as the three of them came off the wall. Bump, bump, bump came from the far side of the door. Rhaine looked at me with curiosity, not sure what that noise was. Lucky for me, the first person who would have followed me out the door was Iona, thankfully blessed with good hearing, and despite smacking her face into the door, she managed to both not curse and to keep the others quiet when they walked into her. “Was there someone in there with you?” Rhaine interrogated me. I arched an eyebrow. “Yeah,” I grinned. “Lots of people love to wake up and get wet before 6:00 a.m., but why don’t we go in there to make sure? Answer me one thing, though; what color is your bra?” “That’s none of your business, you pervert,” Rhaine shot back angrily. “I’m just saying that if it is white, you are going to look pretty naked when I get you under that showerhead,” I smiled lasciviously. It wasn’t hard; Rhaine had a tight, hot body and if it wasn’t for that bitchy personality, wait, am I looking for even more sex? Someone please shoot me. Rhaine had clearly heard something and was trying to make up her mind if she could both check it out and keep me contained when I decided to change her train of thought. I gave an exaggerated sigh, took off my towel, threw it over my shoulder, and headed to my room. “Put, put, put, put that towel, back on,” Rhaine stammered. “Why? There are not supposed to be any girls out on the fifth floor at this hour. It is all mine, according to the Chancellor herself,” I said over my shoulder. “Now, are you coming along or do I get to shut my door in your face?” “We don’t care,” Rhaine tried to recover the momentum, “we have a key.” “I don’t believe you,” I accused her as I stopped and kept looking over my shoulder. Barbie Lynn must be right, I have a really fine ass, because that was what they were all staring at. “Well, I have one,” she taunted me as she brandished it in my face, from ten feet away. I just had to beam a smile her way. Her key was silver; mine, which hung around my neck on a light chain, was bronze, as were all five of the original keys. Someone was giving out copies of my room key; what a bunch of fuck-nuts. I turned and walked right up to her, which entailed backing her into a wall since she was trying to backpedal away, her eyes torn between my fiery gaze and awakening erection. The other two made to grab me but were flummoxed by my lack of clothing. I took the opportunity to press myself into Rhaine, who was giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look, ran a hand along her jaw and curled a lock of hair. I tickled her cheek with that lock, causing Rhaine to blush and her eyes to flutter. “Thanks, Rhaine. You are helping me out more than y