The Family Way

I was naked and resting in the morning sunlight. The sun was starting to pump its warmth into the world and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while my entire body felt buzzing and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful… wanted… claimed… And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn’t help but caress myself in vanity; twirling my long seductive hair, fondling my spectacular breasts, sliding my fingers down my flat stomach, up my hourglass hips and round, firm ass. I felt so insanely fuckable.

Speaking of which… as my hand found its way to my vagina, my fingertips picked up the heat that was radiating from my womanhood. It was a heat from my special area unlike any I’d experienced before as I knew without question that it had just completed its first marathon after a lifetime of 5k’s. It was clear that the blood meant for my head was still down there. The blood pressure making my little pussy puffy and ever so sensitive. Simply touching it sent a jolt through my limbs and I honestly couldn’t tell if I was sore or ready for another pillow biting orgasm.

In the moment following my introspective question of “did the last 24 hours really happen?” I got my answer in the form of hot, sticky mass of white love goop that now coated my fingers. Not just semen but the combined love potion of a man and a woman’s countless mutual orgasms whisked together in an honest night’s worth of passionate insertion and withdrawal. “This is what happens when a woman sleeps with a man.” I thought to myself, smiling. I grabbed the nearest pillow and squeezed it tight wishing it was Jeff, my new boyfriend, lying next to me, his new girlfriend. I squeezed the pillow again, this time harder, tightening every sexy muscle in my little sexy body when I heard it. The cutest little queef accompanied by what felt like a warm yet raw egg escaped from my now drooling sex. I carefully reached down between my legs to find more spunk that I’ve ever received in my life. I marveled at it. Physical proof of my boyfriend’s attraction to me… To my young, ripe body.

’“Fuck” I thought. “No protection! Oh fuck”.

The last 24 hours were so incredible and so intense that I didn’t have the time to actually think. “Was he married? Does he even remember me? Why would he be with me? He’s got everything. I’m nothing more than a one night stand.”, I reminded myself, “You just met him and he’s at least ten years older than me! I might be carrying his baby!! I’m insane!!!” I tried to control my breathing but I was starting to panic. I had just experienced far and away the best sex of my life and of course it had to be him. I first met Jeff years ago, mature and kind, hot but well out of my reach. He was affluent and independent. He was successful and well educated. His family always lived next door and as I grew up I always remember his kindness. 

But I also remembered his strict parents and his bad boy little brother. I remembered gazing at his younger brother in my teens with naughty thoughts in my head. He was my first real crush… maybe even my first boyfriend. Joseph was closer to my own age but just as I had matured… life tore us apart. Now he didn’t even see me at all.

“Fuck! I’ve just slept with Jeff!” The thoughts continued to echo through my mind as the memories of our intercourse made a satisfied smile appear upon my lips. He was good… we were great together… maybe it was a one night stand… maybe we could just have a fling – that would be fun, right? That boy though… sorry, man!… one look at his gorgeous naked body and I knew that I’d want to make love with him every morning, noon and night for the rest of my life. Fine. I’d fallen for him. It would be awkward but that didn’t mean it was inappropriate. I put my fingers to the oozing mess between my gaping labia. “Fuck!” I never wanted kids. Now Jeff comes along and I want his babies all up inside me like yesterday by the time his underwear hit the floor.

Maybe it’s instinctual. Or maybe the opposite? I mean, does the young alpha lion ever pick the mature lioness to pass along his gene pool? Does the lioness ever put on the boots and gleefully take her chosen mate to breed with? 

Either way, it seemed like a good idea at the time… and it was mutual too. He bred me as fearlessly as I could have ever dreamed. Start to finish, rinse and repeat. Each time as if he didn’t think the last one got the job done. Backing up his words with that super star cock of his over and over and over again. Deeply inserting himself into the fertile vagina of a woman he first met as a baby.

And where was I mentally during all of this? I was thinking about all of that. Wondering if perhaps his mother knew. Sitting across the dinner table from her in her own home, my dazzling tits displayed under my sexy sundress one hand on her son and the other on her grandchild protruding beautifully from my tummy. The glow of fresh love making on both of our faces and the look in my eyes that says “I swallowed your son’s cum on the drive over here.” And, of course, the look of shame on her face as she tried and failed to get the image of us breeding out of her mind’s eye. It all went through my head at one point or another while the biggest, oldest cock in my sexual life pumped into my receptive young body.

Upon remembering those thoughts, I sprung to action in the biggest “oh shit!” moment in life to date. “That’s so fucked up, Rachel, oh my fucking God!” I screamed in my head as I rose from the bed, realisation drawing. “This is not my bed! This is not even my house!”. I was so preoccupied that I hadn’t realised I was next door… in the childhood bed of my lover who had long since left his childhood home. I was alone in his old bed and the room still carried the faint aroma of our sex.

I needed to get up, find my clothes and somehow get home without being seen. I climbed out of his cramped double bed but having spent the last six or more hours on my back, my legs were weak and I stumbled stepping into my panties backwards. As I attempted to fix them, the true scale of our recent deeds came into the light. Gravity had been waiting to begin the purge from loins and, after all Jeff did to me, my vagina was now rapidly seeping my lovers seed. “Fuck.” I said aloud as I dropped my panties once again and darted into the adjoining bathroom. The first washcloth got a lot but soon saturated and was just spreading it around my inner thighs. Reaching for a second one, my phone dinged. I picked it up to see it was Jeff.

The text read: “You’re incredible” along with a selfie of him smiling and looking remarkably handsome.

I read and re-read the text several times while standing naked in his bathroom. I looked up into the vanity mirror to see my reflection. Even under stress I still looked quite sexy. I looked back at my phone, maximized his photo and quickly transitioned from hastily cleaning myself to furiously masturbating. Legs parted with my back pressed against the wall, my fingertips sloshed around through the collection of cum and gave my clitoris the stimulation it was suddenly demanding to go along with the oral sex I was receiving in my active imagination. Completely forgetting why I had gotten out of bed in the first place, I soon found myself groaning into my reflection trying to kid myself into thinking Jeff was between my thighs. “No! Someone might hear you!” I scolded my horny alter ego and chose to turn on the shower. After a few minutes of washing the sticky ejaculate from my flesh I emerged from the hot cubicle and grabbed one of his towels to dry off. I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, checking my face in the small window I’d made on the glass. The tiny room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.

“Ok Rachel, you now at the very least look presentable… but naked.” I said leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another boiling hot day and I had just made it incredibly awkward.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

I blushed. Jeff was standing at the bathroom door, staring intently at my burning face.

“I - I want to be here, Jeff. With you…”

“Then stay.” He said, his eyes smouldering. “Last night was unexpected-”

“That’s the problem isn’t it? I’m too young. I’m not what you want-”

“You are exactly what I want, Rachel!” He interrupted, “It’s like I was always meant to be with you.”

“My parents wouldn’t be happy. Your parents wouldn’t be happy.” I said as if trying to convince myself that what other people think would be enough to make him turn and walk away.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” he said. “I can tell." 

"Your brother…” I sighed, “When I was younger… we nearly…”

“You didn’t, and what if you did? I want you, Rachel. Stop fighting this. Stop looking for excuses.” He moved in close so I could feel his breath on my cheek. I could smell his aftershave, and sweat, and damn – I suddenly wanted to lick his bare chest. I wanted him to –

“I bet that if I touched you now you’d be wet,” he said.

I bit my lip.

“That’s one thing you’ll never find out,” I whispered.

Without a word he picked me up, hands around my waist, and sat me down on the sink and gently, firmly, opened my legs. He started to stroke my thighs with his thumbs. I’m so in shock I forgot where I was once more.

“Mmm, lovely,” he breathed, his thumbs roaming higher. They reached my vulva, and began to stroke my sensitive lips.

“Stop it,” I murmured. Yeah, I really sounded like I meant it.

He didn’t hear me, as his thumbs slid between my labia and pressed into my cunt.

“Told you,” he said horsley. “I could slip in there right now – you’re lovely and wet, Rachel. I bet you taste nice too.”

He stopped stroking me and licked one of his thumbs. He then knelt down in front of me and forced my thighs wider.

“No, please don’t.” I’m beginning to panic through my haze of longing and struggle against his grip. “What if someone comes?”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my pouting lips labia. His tongue slowly snaked up and down my lips, dipping in and out, flicking over my clit. I felt his mouth kiss me, then – jeez, he was sucking me. No-one had ever done that to me before, and it hurt, and it ached, and I tried to stop myself begging him to just fuck me. He was sliding his fingers into my cunt, two, three, I don’t know, and I could feel the goose bumps on my thighs starting to prickle.

“Oh Jeff!” My nipples were tingling along with my clit, and I needed him to do something, anything. I wanted him to bite my nipples, to suck them so that the blood rushed and burned, I wanted to feel his cock filling me, hurting me.

Jeff stopped, and rose up from his knees.

“Do you want to taste yourself?”

I nodded, dumb with wanting so much.

He kissed me firmly, then opened my mouth with his tongue. I could taste myself, tangy and musky, and my clit throbbed again. I sucked on his tongue and lips and felt him groan.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in close. His hard-on rubbed my pussy through his jeans and I nearly exploded with lust.

“Please,” I begged.

One hand squeezed my breast, catching my nipple between thumb and finger, sending fire through my body. With the other he unzipped his jeans, and hitched them down. I couldn’t see anything, but oh boy, I could feel it. He rubbed his prick up and down, following the path his tongue had taken, massaging my clit with its head.

He kissed me again, then slid his cock oh so slowly into my needy cunt.

His was not the longest cock in the world but it was thick, and the way he teased me, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in hard, I knew I was going to cum very soon.

“How does that feel, Rachel?” His lips were on my neck as he pinched my nipples harder.

My pussy was starting to twitch and jump. As he bit my neck I couldn’t keep it in and cried out as I climaxed, my vagina squeezing his gorgeous cock.

I held on tightly as my orgasm burned through my body.

“Fuck me,” I gaspped.

“Thought I just did,” he smiled. He was still inside me, still hard. He kissed me – god, I was starting to love his kisses – then fucked me until he shuddered and groaned into my shoulder.

We clung together for a moment, then he leaned back and grinned.

“And I thought you didn’t like me,” he said.

“I was just a girl.” I grinned back. “Now I am a woman.” I stroked his face. He kissed my palm, then gently sucked my fingers.

“I can be anything you like, anything for you,” he said happily.

“Jeff… do you love me?” I crooned as I held onto him tightly, his sperm once again inseminating my young body. I awaited his response until we were both startled by a shrill female voice.

“Jeff, are you done in the shower?” His mum called from beyond the bedroom door. We both froze in position. His member softening inside me.

“Er, yes mum,” he replied, “Rachel and I will be down in a minute.”

“Oh, Rachel’s here? That’s nice. I’ll make you both some breakfast.”

“I need to get dressed!” I hissed as his cock slipped out of its new home.

“I guess it’s serious, Rachel, I’m introducing you to my parents.” He laughed.

“They already know me. They are going to think I’m even more of a slut.”

“They will love you… because I already do.”

“Really?" 

"Really.”

“Maybe we should meet up tonight,” I said, “then maybe I can repay some of the attention you’ve paid me.”

“Can’t wait,” he smiled and handed me my clothes. He zipped up his jeans, and I slipped off the table and dressed myself quickly. Fixing my top and smoothing down my skirt. When we were sure we looked decent, we headed downstairs to face his parents.

——–

“It is lovely to see you Mr and Mrs Richards” I said, “it has been ages.”

“We didn’t realise you had spent the night.” Mrs Richards replied disapprovingly. Her gaze fell on me then her oldest son who just brushed her off.

“Yes it has been far too long since we last saw you.” Then he paused as he looked directly into my eyes and held my gaze for a few moments. “Far too long indeed.”

I smiled in return and quickly flicked my eyes over him. He was definitely my type, older and self sufficient, handsome and looked as though he was visiting a gym. His well-defined arm muscles were obvious as he was wearing a short sleeved shirt which hugged his torso well enough to hint at the work he was obviously putting in. He was not muscle bound, but nicely toned.

I watched his eyes as they darted across my chest, he was obviously inspecting me in the same way that I had done with him a second before. What a shame his view would not be a patch on mine. I was brought round from my musings as Jeff’s parents looked at each other. They went about their breakfast routine and someone asked if I wanted another drink and I declined. 

I felt so uncomfortable. Growing up next door to the Richards wasn’t easy. Our families couldn’t be more unalike. My parents had girls, they had older boys, we all took jobs and struggled through college, they were intellectual and in well paid jobs. I still lived with my parents but Jeff had moved away years ago… I hadn’t seen him for the best part of a decade… before last night. To make matters worse, when I was a teen… I had my first kiss with Joseph, Jeff’s brother. I was innocent and he was hot, my preteen years were spent dreaming of him and I must have pestered him incessantly before he agreed to kiss me. He dragged me to his bedroom and that kiss was wet and sloppy but made me feel desirable when he could have any one of the girls who seemed to flock to him. It ended in disaster as just as things were getting interesting, Mr and Mrs Richards burst into his room and I was dragged from the house, labeled as a slut and worse as I was thrown through my own front door. I was devastated and I never really spent any more time with Joseph. My mum understood and helped me recover from my first broken heart. Things were always frosty between our families. Mr and Mrs Richards looked down on us… and now I was in their kitchen, sharing breakfast with them carrying their oldest son’s seed in my womb. 

We sat in silence for a few moments before Jeff spoke again. “Rachel was locked out of her house last night so I gave her my old bed. I slept on the sofa. By the way you look great Rachel, I love the way you have done your hair and that dress is perfect for you.” 

“Jeff, you’re such a gentleman,” Mrs Richards smiled adoringly at her son.

“Yes, I must admit I was surprised to find you snoring on the sofa this morning when I came downstairs.” Mr Richards said, frowning. Ah! That makes sense! That’s why I woke up alone. He sneaked downstairs anticipating this meeting. Clever boy - I mean man! “I hope you slept well, Rachel,” he continued, “I understand the boys threw a bit of a party last night. I’m sorry they got you involved.”

His words were said without feeling, as if he were reading from a script. I understood, he was trying to be polite but there was still bad blood between our families.

“Thanks Mr Richards, I appreciate that a lot. Yes, I think your boys had fun last night.” I saw Mrs Richards eyes widen and she smiled as Jeff chuckled under his breath. Mr Richards scowled.

“You look radiant, Rachel,” Jeff made the compliment but glanced at his mother seeing if she could read into his words, “Everyone thinks you are lovely, we always have. Coffee?”

I blushed and was grateful for his presence “Yes please. You look as though you have been taking good care of yourself too Jeff. You have certainly grown up a lot since I last saw you.”

Jeff made no reply for a moment, but I could see he was looking directly at my cleavage which my dress was highlighting with its black lace vee neckline. His eyes wandered down my body and settled on my thigh which was slightly exposed as the skirt had ridden up when I sat down. The top band of my stocking was just visible. I adjusted my hem to pull it down and maintain my dignity.

Realising I had spotted where he was looking; he hurriedly looked up and said simply “Yeah, errr… Thanks.” His mother was shooting daggers at him with her eyes. This time his father was the one who was smiling.

We sat in silence for a few moments, sipping on our respective drinks before Jeff spoke again. “Let me walk you home.”

Without thinking I stood up rather awkwardly, eager to escape his family’s scrutiny and Jeff caught my arm as I struggled to extricate myself from the seat whilst maintaining my dignity. Once I was safely up, he moved his hand to my back and encouraged me to walk towards the back door and into the garden. The sounds of a suburb Saturday morning filled the air as we slowly placed one foot in front of the other walking side by side in silence. Jeff was the first to break the silence.

“I am glad we got that out of the way. Mum and Dad are going to see a lot more of you. They need to get used to that.” He held my hand and looked into my eyes, “I meant what I said just now, it doesn’t matter what they think. I have always thought you are very lovely. You are beautiful and intelligent and fun to be with, I’ve been away too long and I have missed you growing up… into this.” He stood before me, palms open, his eyes following the curves of my body.

I didn’t know what to say and was turned away from him as I felt my face burn, partly due to embarrassment, partly due to an excess of hormones coursing through my veins. I would have jumped on him then and there if I could. When I eventually found some words I struggled to get them out and stammered the first two. “Ahhh emmml, err, I mean, I am flattered Jeff. Thanks, but… you should be saying that to some of the beautiful women your own age. I am sure you must have a girlfriend… a wife?”

“I’m not married,” he laughed, “but I have been in a serious relationship over the last few years. It ended.” He looked distant. “Can you believe that I came back home to get away from women?” The words sounded sincere, but I thought I had put the right amount of force into them, but not enough to cause offence. He decided to change the subject. “How are your parents, Rachel?”

As he finished speaking, I swung around and stood directly in front of him. “They are well thanks, mum had a scare a few months ago when she found a lump, but she got the all clear last week. But you are changing the subject, which is you. Us.”

“I want you, Rachel.” He said and his words spoke to something directly in my soul. I wanted to melt into his arms, kiss him and be with him forever. But I needed to be sensible about this. This was all too much too soon.

“Jeff, you can’t say things like that, you have been away making a success of life, you are literally old enough to be my father! I am just me, trying to make ends meet. We come from very different… worlds.”

He started to object, but I cut him off in mid-sentence, insisting he walk me to my front door. To my great relief, he only hesitated for a moment before nodding and leading me back the way we came then into the street.

“I would say the same thing every day, Rachel,” he said as we carefully made our way over the grass. “I know I can’t let you slip through my fingers, I’m not crazy, I know what I am saying.”

It was time to pull out the big guns. “Jeff, it is lovely that you think that way, but I am a young woman looking for a purpose in life and the ex-girlfriend of your brother! Your parents hate me and always have. You can do so much better than me.”

“I don’t suppose you realise this, but I wanted you back then. I was jealous that you only seemed to have eyes for my brother. I think last night was more than just a one night stand. It was a taste of what could be… every day of my life. Everything felt so right with you. Give me a chance?”

I was once again struck dumb as I struggled to make sense of what he was saying and, if I was honest, my very real ego boost from his words, even if I did suspect lust for a younger woman was doing most of the talking. I decided to continue on a firm track.

“Look,” I said with not nearly as much conviction as I felt might be appropriate, “you are treading very thin ice approaching a girl who is almost half your age like this, I think maybe we should drop the whole subject now.’

Jeff simply nodded and we increased pace slightly as we entered the pool of light from my front porch. We parted without words as I entered the house. I made my way to the drinks cabinet as I realised I was now shaking with the shock and, yes, to be honest, the excitement of what had just happened. Did I lead him on? Did he really want me as much as I wanted him?

I felt the sticky mess in my panties and knew that it could already be too late. I drank an entire glass of wine in short order before grabbing another and began to plan my weekend. This certainly had not been part of my plans.

Sometime later in the day, after cleaning the house and completing my chores, I once again made my way outside and walked into the garden to try and stop the whirling maelstrom of emotions rampaging in my head. I stopped at the garden seat. I didn’t sit down, but continued walking slowly as I thought. Eventually I was as far as I could go and sat down on a tree stump that had been cut down and shaped into a sort of high backed throne.

I was still wrapped in my own thoughts as I spotted a shape moving and approaching. I sat dead still Jeff’s voice cut through the cool evening air.

“I saw you sneaking out and decided to follow, look, I am sorry if I upset you earlier, it was the last thing I wanted to do.”

“There is no need to apologise Jeff, I am sure you didn’t want to cause any offence, but you need to remember what I said.” I was certain that my words sounded decisive, even if I wasn’t. The truth was that I was very flattered by his attention and it had been a long time since anyone had said anything like it to me. I hoped it didn’t show.

Jeff stood in front of me, breathing deeply I noticed as I observed his chest rising and falling. He really was very handsome and I couldn’t help my mind wandering off and imagining him naked once more. I remained in this mode of thought for quite some moments as we faced each other in the growing darkness, features just visible in the tiny glimmer of light emanating from the setting sun. Suddenly I realised what I was thinking and snapped out of my daydreaming. I started to rise.

Whoever had cut the tree into a chair had taken the seat a bit low. This was a fact that I realised as I tried to rise from my sitting position. Realising my difficulty, Jeff offered both hands to assist which I gladly accepted. As I rose, propelled by those strong arms, I realised that he was standing very close to me. As I straightened my legs, those same strong arms pulled me into an embrace and held firm against his body. I could feel him, lithe, muscular and toned, solid in comparison to my softer body so that I moulded to him as he pulled me close.

His lips met mine and all of my defences fell away instantly. Eagerly I accepted his probing tongue and pushed back with my own. His hands, still firm against my back, began to slowly caress and run over it. I melted and submitted to him totally, trusting him to hold me and not to let me fall. His hands slipped down the small of my back and ran down over my buttocks. Again he applied pressure pulling my lower body into him applying force to my behind. Such was the pressure that I became aware of his hardness pressing into my stomach. He was very hard indeed and I felt a sudden flood of excitement in my own loins.

More urgently now, he pressed his lips, his tongue flicking and darting into my eager mouth, my own tongue responding in kind, probing, testing, tasting. His grip slackened as he ran his right hand around my side, under my arm and directly onto my left breasts. My nipples sprang hard, pushing against the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers sliding, testing, before finally locating my hard nipple and squeezing gently, sending waves of pleasure through the core of my being. His left hand joined his right on my other breast before rapidly slipping down my body, under my skirt hem and up the inside of my thigh. I felt him tremble as his hand ran over the top of my stocking and onto bare flesh.

In seconds his probing fingers had found my crotch and I willingly thrust my hips forward allowing him better access. His fingers ran around the leg of my panties and effortlessly parted the material from my inner leg and made their way to the slick excited wetness that lay below. He ran a finger over the outside of my pussy lips, spreading my juices around their outer edge. I felt another thrill of excitement as first one, then another finger entered me, easily sliding up into my most sacred place, spreading me and making me ready for what must surely follow.

Suddenly my head sprang back into action. I wanted this, I wanted it very badly indeed, but to be caught out in the open was bad enough, but to add regret at hasty actions was a step too far. Roughly I pulled away from him, causing him to groan.

“No… We can’t do this, Jeff,” I said, sounding as though I was about to burst into tears. “We can’t because… we aren’t being sensible… and it’s just wrong.”

“How can it be wrong, we both want this?” he whispered. He looked like a little boy who was lost and I nearly gave in on the spot. I held my resolve and set off back to my house vowing not to come out again until then next day. I would not look back. This was far too sudden… too fast… it wasn’t appropriate! He was older, I needed to think about the morning after pill, and our parents would kill us then each other. I think he was initially startled by the suddenness of my departure and it took him a few paces to catch up. He took me by the arm and begged me to stop.

“Rachel, I need you,” he said, “I have needed you since forever and I want to have you, urgently, here and now. I want this and everything that follows. I want you.”

I had to think of something to say and I was struggling against the fog of confusion and my own urgent desires. “OK, here’s the deal. You say that to me again when you and I have been on a date… just one date, no sex! Then we will see what happens from there.”

I could tell he was almost as confused as me as it took a while for my words to sink in. Eventually he nodded his agreement and we continued our journey towards the house. I have never been so glad of a decision as I was at that moment as I spotted my Mother approaching.

“Oh, there you are, I have been looking all over for you, it is nearly time for dinner.” I was sure that my face was about to give the whole game away, but just about held it together to make an excuse. “You remember Jeff from next door, don’t you?”

“Yes of course, hello Jeff, how are you? It has been years! I am glad to see you are getting reacquainted with the neighborhood. Are you staying long?”

“Until I get my own place. Rachel and I were just having a catch up, I didn’t realise the time.”

“Oh that’s nice, but I am afraid I really must tear her away as I need a little help in the kitchen.”

With that we set off along the path to the house and I was glad of the darkness inside for hiding the redness of my face. I worked almost mechanically as I fought my conflicting feelings again. Feeling quite sensible and calm now, I knew that my feelings for him were wrong. I had never been tempted so badly before and I vowed I never would again. As I climbed into bed that night, I thanked my good sense for stopping things before they went past the point of no return. It was a close call and I genuinely felt sorry for Jeff, I had undoubtedly let things go too far. I caressed my tummy and wondered if it was already too late.

——–

The next morning, a Sunday, I was spared the need to further cover my embarrassment with my parents as I got up late, just in time to say goodbye to them as they departed to spend time with friends. They did this every Sunday. I smiled at how much of a habitual creatures they were. I would at least have some time to further distance myself from my guilt trip from the previous night’s events and make plans that didn’t involve carrying Jeff’s baby.

That was a mistake. My mind immediately filled with thoughts of Jeff and the pleasures we had shared. I did allow myself a smile recalling how desperate my new boyfriend had been, how aroused he was and how quickly he had found his way into my underwear. I made a coffee and sat in the kitchen slowly recovering before wandering to the shower room for a long, hot, soapy drenching, just what the doctor ordered. That afternoon I would make a visit to the pharmacy for a pill to ensure I didn’t complicate things further. I wasn’t on birth control and a baby with a man I had only just met shouldn’t be on my agenda… but how I wish it was. I imagined our little family… our perfect lives. He was an amazing lover and was an eligible and self made man.

Some considerable time later, as I was drying my hair with a towel, I became aware of the doorbell. I decided at first it was probably some religious nutcases trying to drum up members of their community. The ringing persisted and I felt obliged to answer thinking that my parents had forgotten something and their door keys. I quickly threw a robe on and ran to the door. There, standing with a bunch of flowers in his hand, grinning from ear to ear, was Jeff. My mouth hung open, I had been certain that he would never come to the house again. My mind was racing, I had better not let the neighbours see, gossip from them would be the undoing of me. Quickly, I beckoned Jeff inside the house. I was still standing slack jawed when he spoke.

“You said you wanted to go on a date. Well, here I am and I want to do this properly, Rachel. Will you go out with me? My brother knew your folks would be going out as they always do on Sundays. I checked for the car as I passed the house, went to the florist and bought these flowers, then came straight here. Are you free?”

I could only meet his words with silence. He continued.

“Anyway, I was serious last night, you make me tremble all over when I think of you, I have always wanted you and I want you desperately now and forever. I wanted you desperately last night too. Every sinew of my body aches for you. I would like to date you… I want to find my happily ever after… I don’t want to lose something so special. Please… say yes.”

He exhaled deeply and whispered, “Wow. I forgot how good you are with words.” He didn’t blink, or turn away, he just stood there, taking me in. It made me blush, the way he was staring at me. No one had ever looked at me like that.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, abruptly remembering the flowers he had brought. He handed me the bouquet, smiling.

“These are gorgeous,” I murmured, surprised. “Are they some kind of rose?”

“Lisianthus!” He announced to me proudly, grinning. “They’re pretty, right? I had to write down what they were called because I knew I’d forget. I know it’s kind of a cliche but I wanted to get you something beautiful, and it’s also sort of a hint.”

“A hint?” I asked, perplexed, waving him inside so I coulf set the flowers in water.

“For our date, if you’re interested?” he responded.

“Really?” I asked, wheels turning. Where was he going with flowers? Or was the name a hint?

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he laughed immediately. “Don’t guess! It will take all the fun out of it! Do you want to give this relationship a chance? Please, say yes?” He begged.

“Ok, ok,” I giggled, arranging the fragrant blossoms into a jar. Then, without thinking, I hugged him tightly.

“Thank you. I was hoping to see you again and have this… romance… play out properly,” I told him softly in his ear.

He pressed his temple against mine and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Or maybe it was mine, the beats indistinguishable between us, our bodies practically one.

“I would happily skip to the end and declare my undying love for you, Rachel. I really want to do things right,” he sighed. “I’ve been frantic all day. I wanted to call but I didn’t want to harass you if you were just being kind. I thought that what you did for me, maybe you did it because you’re a good person, not because you were attracted to me. I was afraid to overstep.”

“I was attracted to you!” I pulled away, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I corrected myself.

“I am attracted to you.”

I could feel the heat spread across my cheeks when I said it, freckles hidden beneath the sudden flush.

Jeff hugged me again, then lifted his hand to my jaw. He lowered his face towards mine, our lips meeting softly. We shared one single kiss, sweet and gentle.

“I could do that all night,” he whispered. “But I want to take you out first. You deserve a great date, I hope I can give you one.”

He looked down at my feet, “I was going to make sure you wore comfortable shoes. Are those ok to walk in?”

“Yep,” I smiled. “I’m good.”

I was practically floating anyway.

He walked me out to his car, a Porsche, and like a true gentleman he opened the passenger door and saw me inside. He then joined me and we set out on our magical mystery tour. He pulled in at the botanical gardens just before sunset, stretches of its lush foliage awash in a warm, inviting glow. There was something magical about being here in the evening, as though we had accidentally stumbled into the backyard of a god, each shrub and tree and flower bathed in gold, beckoning us with light.

“I didn’t know you could come here this late,” I murmured, momentarily paralysed by the gardens’ beauty.

“It’s usually closed, but they have it open this week for nighttime walks,” Jeff grinned, clearly excited. “I don’t know much about plants but it looked pretty romantic to me. I hope it’s ok.”

I squeezed his hand, still shocked by the bounty surrounding us. “It’s more than ok. This is incredible!”

“Wait until the sun goes down,” he laughed. “They have lights everywhere. It’s going to be like a fairytale out here.”

For a moment he looked shy, embarrassed about his own enjoyment, so I kissed his cheek and thanked him. This was perfect.

We wandered inside one of the buildings, a tall glass conservatory filled with tropical plants. Vines cascaded down from the ceiling, dense and sumptuous greenery arched over the concrete paths. I held his hand as we walked through it, pointing out plants or flowers as they stirred our curiosity, when suddenly, I let out a small squeal and jumped.

“What was that?” Jeff asked with concern.

“A butterfly,” I admitted, giggling. “Oh, crap!” I flinched again, squeezing tightly onto his arm.

“Oh,” he said with adoration and love in his eyes, “you’re afraid of butterflies?”

I hit him tightly, pretending to be offended. “Flappy giant bugs!” I cried in self-defense.

“But if you watch closely you can see the beauty in them,” he smiled, “just like you”.

“I know they’re beautiful,” I ducked as another one made a drunken beeline for my head. “But they’re still bugs. Big ones!” I buried my face against his neck.

“Oh my god,” he looked crestfallen, “I’m so sorry Rachel, I had no idea. It’s like you’re afraid of tiny horses and I took you to a petting zoo.”

“I can be brave,” I assured him. Proud of myself for soldiering on. Shaking only a tiny bit but he held onto me protectively.

“We can go back outside anyway,” he smiled, kissing my shoulder. He pointed out beyond the glass walls, “The sun is almost down, let’s watch the rest out there.”

I followed him to a small bench and we rested for a moment, watching the sun sink below the horizon as the garden lights came on, surrounding us with the pale flickering glow of fairy lights. Lost in a sea of electric fireflies, hovering, humming. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, memorising this moment. He was so protective of me. Yes he was older but he looked at me like I was fragile and precious to him. I liked that a lot.

We walked through the gardens afterwards, wandering through the trees and their lanterns, strings of glass orbs softly illuminating verdant branches. I filled my lungs with the aroma of the plants and the scent of Jeff, absorbed by the beauty of this place and dizzy with attraction. I had never felt so close to someone I barely knew, but I guess our connection was far from typical.

“Time for me to take you to dinner,” he announced when we neared the end of the trail. “I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a couple different places, I’ll cancel whatever you don’t want. There’s sushi, Italian, and some super old-school steakhouse. The kind of place where they will definitely call you honey or sweetheart.”

“As long as nobody calls me sugartits,” I giggled.

Jeff laughed, but I caught his eyes briefly scanning my chest. Probably wondering where they were. He looked away quickly.

“I promise not to call you sugartits.” He said, raising his eyebrows mischievously.

I returned a sly smile. “Maybe later,” I shrugged, knowing he would never call me anything that ridiculous. I immediately started to formulate some pet names for him in my head.

We held eye contact for a moment, and it was like nothing else existed. The entire world contained in a single moment, the rest not yet breathed into existence.

“Italian please.” I whispered.

“Your wish is my command,” he breathed, “your carriage awaits.” With that we linked arms and made our way back to his car then onwards to the restaurant.

——–

“Good choice, Rachel,” Jeff nodded as we finished our meals, “This is a top class restaurant and the food was amazing.” Jeff said happily, paying his respect as I popped the last of my pasta into my mouth.

“I know,” I swallowed and grinned. “It’s not cheap either. I wish I could eat like this every day without gaining any weight.”

“You look perfect as you are, Rachel." 

"Trust me, I could get used to this,” I added, reaching for my napkin.

“Well, I could arrange that,” he replied, taking a swig of his beer. “I love spending time with you. You are fascinating.”

I clinked my glass against his and smiled. He wasn’t kidding, it was written all over his handsome face. I loved it.

“So,” he continued, taking a deep breath and lifting an eyebrow.

“My brother… How far did things go with Joseph?”

I almost choked. I didn’t need a mirror to know how red my face was at that moment.

“That seems like such a long time ago now.”

“He used to talk about you all the time. I just…” he carefully chose his words,“…didn’t want to… make things awkward… between you both.”

“I was young, and I was besotted with him… but your parents ended it before…” Now it was my turn to stumble on my words.

“Did you have sex?” He asked, curious. His eyes searched mine.

“I wanted to,” I confessed. “I think I was ready. But we only did… a few things together." 

"I see.” He said. I tried to read his thoughts and could see that he was trying to come to terms with what might or might not have happened. I decided to put him out of his misery.

“We fooled around. He made me cum with his fingers. I gave him a hand job. The night your parents found us we were going to have oral sex for the first time.”

“Oral sex?” He smiled, leaning in.

I set down my napkin. I was embarrassed now, and a little afraid. I didn’t want him to look at me any differently than he had tonight.

“Does it bother you, if we did things?”

I held my breath.

“Oh! No no,” he laughed. “Honestly, it’s kind of hot. Ok, it’s really hot. But mostly, yeah, maybe it’s a little untraditional that you were with him but I can see why he was into you. Rachel, I just want you to be completely at ease with… me.”

“I am, Jeff. Joseph and I were looking to conquer a few firsts. We were young and he made me feel like I was becoming a woman. It was years ago. I’ve barely seen him since.”

“Then I’m glad that you both found a way to make each other’s life a tiny bit better. I would never hold that against you, Rachel.”

He reached for my hand.

“I’m pretty open,” he told me, his voice thoughtful, “even if you were, you know, a thing back then, I don’t think I mind. You care about people. I would never want to change that or hold you back from being who you want to be. Or being with who you want to be with.”

I can’t believe how understanding he was. His brother and I were never more than friends. Yes, we shared a clumsy fondle and an orgasm or two, but Jeff was keen to let me know he didn’t care.

Actually, he seemed grateful.

I squeezed his hand, relieved. There was nothing sweeter he could have given me, nothing more important he could have said, than simply encouraging me to be myself.

I’d spent years wishing I was someone else, and I didn’t want to go back.

He didn’t want me to either.

“Do you think we should grab a drink?” He asked once he had polished off our meals and paid the tab. “There’s a really cute bar a few blocks down.”

“Sure!” I smiled. I didn’t care where we went, I just didn’t want this night to end.

I grabbed my jacket and purse from the booth and slid out to stand beside him. He held the door open for me as we left, exiting into the fading heat of a summer night.

We only made it a block when it happened. A flash of light, then the world abruptly cracked open, unable to hold the flood back any longer. I gasped as torrential rain hit the pavement, water soaking through my dress and hair. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Our bodies were drenched and dripping.

Jeff grabbed my hand and we darted into an alley, hiding against the wall beneath an overhang. Deaf to any sound but the rain pounding the cement and pouring onto the cars around us.

He was leaning with his palms against his knees, laughing. Both of us cracking up at this immediate pivot in our night. I was still giggling when I saw that he stopped, that he was watching me intently… Staring at the way my dress now clung to my wet body, my nipples obviously hard and visible through the soaked fabric. As if caught in a spell he reached for my face and kissed me.

He wasn’t slow or gentle this time, his restraint washed away by the summer storm.

He kissed me harder, pressing me against the wall. I moaned, grabbing onto his back. I wrapped my fingers around his arm, lean but muscular. His hand moved to my collarbone and his bicep tensed, I pressed my hips against him in response.

He moved his mouth along my neck, gently sucking and biting as he slipped the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulder, pulling them lower, exposing a single breast. My flesh was cool and wet, my nipples thick and stiff when he drew one into his mouth.

I shivered as he flicked his warm tongue against it, circling and caressing. Pulling the nub even tighter.

I ran my hands through his thick hair and tilted my head back. The rain was still streaming down around us, there was nobody else out there, but I didn’t think I would even have minded if there was. I didn’t care who saw me like this, pinned against a wall, dress partially pulled down with Jeff’s lips searching my chest. The scent of the rain on the warm pavement was filling the air, filling our future with nostalgia for that moment. A story to tell our grandchildren.

His hand reached up to cup me as his mouth met mine again.

“Can I take you back home?” He whispered.

“Yes,” I responded.

Yes, I begged.

Pleading.

Let’s go.

——–

We barely made it through his parents’ front door when Jeff kissed me again. I dropped my purse and coat on the ground, backing up against the wall, feeling his body pressed against mine as we made out. His erection jutted hopefully against his pants. I wanted to touch it again, to feel it through the fabric, brushing my fingers against his head, searching along his shaft.

He didn’t give me the chance.

He knelt down on the ground, his hands running along my thighs. He peeled my damp panties away from my skin, pulling them all the way down my legs, parting them slightly. His fingers teased between my lips, finding a different kind of moisture than the rainwater permeating our clothes. Uncovering a small flood of my own.

“Are we alone?” I gasped.

“Yes.” He replied before letting out a slight sigh of approval when he sensed how aroused I was, gently plunging a finger deep into my body. This wasn’t the first time I had been fingered in this house. Jeff wasn’t the first Richards to have his fingertips on my most sensitive and private parts. But his touch was more experienced and pleasure inducing. He removed his probing finger, now coated with my wetness, before plunging in once more, adding another finger and doubling my pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned when he lifted my dress and brought his head between my legs. The tip of his tongue flirted with my clit while his fingers moved softly and deliberately inside of my pussy, rubbing along the inner wall, making me tremble with desire.

“Jeff,” I whispered, bracing myself. Running my fingertips down through his hair as he continued working his hands and mouth against me, licking and sucking my clit in rhythm with his fingers.

I moved my hips back against him, breathing faster. He increased his pace to match mine, every sensation in my body distilled to a single spot between my legs. Each flick of his tongue against my clit sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

I was getting so close.

“Oh, Jeff. Don’t stop,” I murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

He increased his pressure and my entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “Right there.” I tilted my head back against the wall, wet hair tumbling down my back.

His hand on my hip, pulling me harder against his mouth.

“Cum for me, Rachel,” he whispered.

I was over the edge as soon as he said the words, softly bucking against his mouth, cumming around his fingers as they gently pumped inside of me.

“Ahhh…You taste amazing…” he said in a hushed voice against my thigh, his hand moving slower, carefully pressing into my pussy. Responding to each contraction. His tongue probed gingerly between my slick folds then he replaced his fingers back inside of me, drawing the juices from my body into his.

I wanted to sink onto the floor. To melt, my body as no more than a puddle. It was taking every ounce of energy I had to remain upright.

Jeff looked up at me and smiled, and I covered my face shyly. I didn’t expect to orgasm so quickly. I had no idea he could do that to me. I was in awe of this man.

“Oh, you’re not done,” he laughed, standing back up and trailing his hand down my arm and my wrist, pressing into my palm. “At least, I hope not,” he added.

I don’t know what to say so I kissed him, exploring his tongue with my own, tasting myself in his mouth. Sweet, salty. His saliva mixed with my nectar.

I continued kissing him as we held onto each other, leading him to his old bedroom.

I lifted my wet dress and bra over my head, shivering. He paused to look at me again, to take my body in now that I was fully nude. I could see his penis begging to escape his pants and I ached for it. I was throbbing, seeing how badly he wanted me. Knowing how badly I wanted him. I unbuttoned his damp shirt, slipping him out of it. Kissing the muscles of his shoulders and chest as my hands worked their way down to his zipper.

We pulled his pants off of him, following with his wet boxer briefs. He held me tightly against his body, offering me his warmth, his lean and toned figure pressing against my slender one while his hands grazed my hips, my ass, my breasts.

Oh how I needed him. I briefly considered contraception but I knew I wanted to take his sperm and cherish it. I wanted my eggs to be bathed in his potent seed. I wanted to be his, joined to him forever and a day. I needed to be his woman, inseminated with his babies. Fuck! What was I thinking! But I smiled secretly to myself - we would create beautiful children together.

I lowered my hand to wrap it around his erection, testing the smooth flesh with my fingers. Running them lightly up and down his magnificent cock. Listening to him sigh.

I guided him to his small bed and let him lie back as I kissed my way down his abdomen, lips brushing and tasting along his tight core, following the subtle trail of hair down his flat stomach. The arrow of muscle between his hips.

My face was now level with his pelvis, and I brought my mouth down to his gently throbbing. Kissing it softly. Licking it slowly.

I moved my lips down his shaft, worshipping his erection with my tongue. Fitting him easily into my mouth.

He moaned as I swirled my tongue around him, massaging it against his underside. I moved up and down his sweet cock, wrapping my lips more firmly around him.

“Oh, wow. Shit. Wait, slow down,” Jeff gasped and struggled as I began to suck. I released his manhood with a pop and looked directly up into his dreamy eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, knowing the sight of me worshiping his erection, wide eyed and innocent looking, would drive him insane… making him putty in my hands.

“Oh quite the opposite,” he sighed. “You are incredible, Rachel. I just got too close. I don’t want to let go yet.”

“Oh, ok,” I murmured, my fingers still absentmindedly exploring his penis.

“Watching you suck me, looking into your eyes,” he began, “it was so hot. So dirty!” He blushed.

“Oh, I know how to be a dirty girl, Jeff.” His eyes lit up.

“You do?”

“Of course,” I responded.

“I was wondering if you could do that for me.”

His penis bobbed as he said the words. He was ready.

So was I.

I wanted to watch him touch it.

“Play with your dick for me, Jeff,” I instructed him, softly.

I looked to him for approval and he smiled then closed his eyes, his breath quickening as he wrapped his finger and his thumb around his shaft.

“Use your fist,” I demanded.

He covered his cock with his hand and I sigh. He moaned almost imperceptibly, and returned to slowly stroking his cock. Gliding his fingers down his length and over his head.

I loved watching him like this, imagining how he looked when he was alone. His manhood looked beautiful, no more than average in size, but I knew it fit me perfectly. It turned me on that he was pleasuring himself for me, that he was embracing that feeling. His eyes were still shut and I wondered, would he notice if I touched myself too? And if he did, would he mind?

I decided to find out, lowering my hand between my legs as he continued jerking himself off for both of our enjoyment.

“I’ve never sucked such a beautiful cock before,” I whispered to him, cautiously massaging my clit. His eyes were still closed but I was going to become the dirty girlfriend of his dreams.

“You’re lucky I even let something that wide into my mouth,” I said huskily, “I nearly choked on it.”

He pulled himself faster, then slower again. I missed feeling his purple head against my tongue and the salty tang of his manhood.

“I wanted you the first time I saw you,” I whispered confessionally, even though it was lie… Jeff was always out of reach… older, sexy and desirable yes, but to a preteen I only had eyes for his brother, Joseph. “I wanted to tell everyone I was fucking you. I couldn’t believe such an attractive older guy could want a little slut like me.” I watched his cock jump in his hand and smiled.

“I am so much younger than you, I’ve never given myself to a man so willingly. I want you Jeff. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. I want to scream your name in ecstasy as your parents bang on the bedroom door. I want to have your babies!”

He let out a small cry of pleasure, his cheeks flushed. I rubbed my clit faster, hands trying to calm the throbbing elicited by this new experience.  My breathing was now as fast as his own.

“I always had a thing for older men, I guess,” I offered honestly, “You know just how to treat a woman. My pussy has ached for you all day, Jeff. You’re not like the other boys… you’re nothing like your brother. I want you,” I gasped, “I want you inside me!”

“I want you… you’re incredible… I’ve never met anyone like you…”

“Is there anyone else in your life, Jeff?” I questioned. “Can we really be together?” In that moment he would have agreed to anything but it made my nipples tingle and my womb throb to ask. I paused, wondering if I had said too much.

“Rachel, I belong to you,” he murmured. “There is only you.”

Ok, then, on we go.

I continued moving my hand between my legs, shocked at how wet I was. I know he wouldn’t care if he saw but I felt a little guilty that he didn’t know I was touching myself too. That I was enjoying it as much as he was. My finger tip was flicking my exposed clitty when I noticed he had stopped masturbating. His eyes were open, locked on my vulva as my fingers strummed incessantly.

I stopped and looked up at him, my full, pink lips contorting into a pout again. “Jeff, doyou want to fuck me?”

“Of course I do, baby,” he reassured me. “But… mmm…” he was silenced as I quickly found his cock and wrapped my hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes. He loved my attention on his cock, but he wasn’t ready to give in and do me yet, and I knew it. It was time to play dirty.

“Do you want my hot little mouth back on your cock, Jeff?” he groaned uncomfortably as I slid down until my face was level with his cock. “Don’t you want me to suck your cock and play with your balls?” I looked him directly in the eye, “I think my older lover wants to fuck my little throat and cum in my mouth?” I inched closer to my prize as I spoke, breathing on his  semi-erect cock. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, knowing that all he wanted was to fuck my mouth until my jaw was worn out. “Jeff?” My soft lips barely grazed his cock in a teasing kiss and he jerked from the gentle but effective sexual torture.

He clenched his jaw as his resolve quickly melted away and his hand moved to the back of my head to guide me closer to his cock. “Go ahead, sweetie.”

I gave him a wicked smile before sliding down from him and onto my knees on the bedroom carpet, licking my lips as I looked down at his delicious cock. He groaned in anticipation as I kissed the head of his swollen member so lightly and innocently that he was ready to grab me by my hair and force his cock down my throat, but somehow he managed to hold back and his patience paid off. I opened my mouth and suckled on the head of his cock like it was a lollipop, my tongue slipping on the underside and working it a bit, getting him harder by the second. I grinned as I let the rest of his cock slowly eased into my hot, wet mouth, sucking harder as I went along to let it all in. He felt the restrain of my throat’s natural gag reflex for a moment before penetrating deeply and immediately he was in heaven. He let out something like a cross between a groan and a moan of ecstasy, bucking his hips up so that my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. I sucked hard, moaning a bit to cause vibrations to filter up along his member before I pulled my head back, tossing my hair to one side before I slid back down so that he could watch every inch of his hard cock disappearing into my young mouth. His moans were coming more frequently as I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, making sucking and smacking sounds as he thrusted gently.

With his cock nice and hard, I pulled away and let his cock pop out of my mouth. He almost growled in frustration as I smiled impishly up at him. I looked back at his cock and noted the smallest bit of pre-cum at the tip. I was quick to lick it up greedily. “Yum… does my baby want to cum in my mouth?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, again fighting the urge to savagely fuck my face.

“Then stand up and fuck my mouth,” I said, crawling backwards. He did a double take, as if he might have misheard, but a moment later he didn’t waste his time. He was on his feet, hands behind my head, guiding me to his cock. I grinned and opened my mouth up for him and slipped his throbbing penis between my voluptuous lips. Jeff moaned again as his cock slid into my throat and began to slide in and out as he fucked my mouth like a pussy.

I closed my eyes and sighed as he had his way with my face, though I was instantly brought to attention when his hand slipped down and found a breast, roughly mashing it in his hand, his thumb flickering over my nipples. I whimpered at first at the unusual attention while I was giving him oral pleasure, but I didn’t pull away. In fact, I let out a low moan as he continued to drive his sex in and out of my mouth.

My tongue started to twirl around the very tip of his cock, working it and sucking harder and harder. I gave the lightest, playful nibbles on his rock hard shaft, which sent him over the edge. He was now panting hard. “Aww, fuck, Rachel. Nngh. I’m gonna cum in your sweet little mouth. Ah…” he slammed into my throat one last time and let out a deep moan as the first spurt of his ejaculate coated my throat. His cock twitched as a few more streams of his salty cum drained out into my eager mouth and I swallowed it all up, working my mouth lazily down his shaft to clean it up of any stray cum before letting it pop back out.

He worked his fingers through my hair as I licked my lips and smiled, looking up at him. “Oh Rachel, you are perfection. You know just how to get me off.”

I began to stand and shrugged it off. “Practice makes perfect and I’m eager to learn from my more experienced lover.”

“Haha, I’m just sorry I didn’t have a bigger load for you to take,” he said in a mock apology.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “Maybe next time?”

“For all time. Right,” he replied, nodding. “Now,” he started, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, “time for me to take care of you.” He gathered my little body up in his arms effortlessly, laying me gently down on his old bed. He climbed on top of me and instantly devoured my breasts, making me sigh and smile. I rubbed his shoulders as his tongue slid over an already se

Barista

Monday at 7 a.m. is not the time to strike up a friendly conversation with me. I think she could tell, but she did it anyway.

“You’re a little under-dressed for this building. And too young to be a lawyer.”

The nosy barista studied me from behind the counter. Any other girl, I might have laid on the snark and ended the conversation. But something about her brought me up short.

I met her gaze, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was disarmingly beautiful.

Brown hair in a messy bun. Slim jawline, cute nose. And sparkling, pretty blue eyes behind a pair of smart tortoise shell glasses.

“I’m guessing …” She pursed her lips. “IT contractor.”

She interrupted herself. “No, wait. Elevator inspector.” She paused for a beat. “Yoga instructor?”

I laughed as I reached for my wallet.

She tugged at the lapel of her Oxford shirt. “I brought my workout bag, just tell me where your class is, and I’ll be there.”

She added with a wink, “I’ve already got my sports bra on and everything.”

I was in jeans and a blazer, the very picture of a yoga instructor.

“Come on now…” I squinted at her nametag. “—Rachel.” I tried very hard not to imagine her in a sports bra. “I’m not dressed that casually, am I?”

She just gave me a sly grin. “What can I get you then, Mr. Elevator Inspector?”

“It’s Jeff. And… I’ll just have a caramel latte.”

“You sure? It’s Cute 30-Something Awareness Day, I can get you a discount on a sandwich.”

I looked behind me. No one in line. I glanced back at her and feigned surprise, gesturing questioningly at myself.

Then I grinned and shot back, “You should definitely cash in on that discount yourself.”

Her mouth dropped open in mock indignation.

“How old do you think I am?” She winked and turned to grab a cup. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were hitting on me.”

She pulled out a fine-point Sharpie and began writing on the cup.

“OK then, Jeff. One caramel latte, and…” She punched something into the computer. “A breakfast sandwich on the house.”

An older man with a briefcase had, by that point, walked up and gotten in line behind me, spoiling our moment of fun. I paid for the drink and took a seat while I waited for my order.

I kept glancing up from my phone to watch her. She had poise and spunk, and she knew what she wanted, I thought.

She glanced my way once, and caught me staring. She just smiled and, with eyebrows raised, turned tail and walked away from me to the rear counter, shimmying her butt as she bent to grab a gallon of milk from the fridge below the counter.

And what a butt. Petite like the rest of her, but full, her tight round cheeks creasing her slacks in snug crescents against her thighs.

I was getting carried away. Try not to stare, I told myself. I pulled up my email inbox and made a valiant attempt to distract myself.

A minute later, Rachel produced my order at the pickup counter.

“Caramel latte and a sandwich for Jeff!” she said with a brilliant toothy smile. I could have sworn she was blushing just a little.

I said thanks and turned to head to my office. As I walked, I glanced down at my cup.

On it was written not my name, but hers, followed by an X and an O. And a phone number.

Mondays weren’t so bad after all.

——–

“So, do you always flirt with random guys at the coffee counter?” I texted.

I’d been thinking about her for hours, sitting in meeting after meeting, drafting proposals with colleagues, eating lunch with a client, fielding an urgent request from a senior partner. And the whole time, all I’d wanted to do was talk to the cute barista.

A minute passed before she wrote back.

“No, I only flirt with the ones who can get me a discount on a gym membership,” she said.

I smiled.

“I don’t think you’d be interested in my gym,” I shot back.

“Why,” she said. “Too much competition?” She added an emoji of two dancing girls in black leotards.

“No,” I wrote. “My gym is just two dumbbells and a dog who believes pushup time is playtime.”

“Well, as it happens,” she wrote, “I also believe that.”

Then she added, “You can always do your pushups on me.”

I stared at her texts. My heart slammed against my ribs like a caged animal.

“I wonder how many reps I’d get in,” I wrote back.

“Just keep going until I tell you to stop,” she said.

“I think you’d better get your cute butt upstairs Rachel. Before I’m forced to work out alone.”

“Don’t you dare,” she wrote. “I’m coming.”

“Um, you will be,” I wrote.

She texted back a heart-eyes emoji and one word: “Ugh.”

——–

Fifteen minutes later, her knock sounded at my office door. She had just gotten off work, and she still had on the white Oxford, black jeans and a sensible pair of black ballet flats on her feet.

Sorry I’m late,“ she said. "I went to the intern bullpen first, thinking I’d find you there, but no, you’ve got yourself some serious digs of your own!

She said it half in jest, but her eyes were wide as she glanced around my office.

"OK, so forget the lawyer joke I made earlier,” she said.

Her head swiveled back and forth at the well-appointed space. “You’ve clearly done OK for yourself, haven’t you?”

I could tell she was suddenly getting a little self-conscious. After all, we weren’t that far apart in age, and here she was, a lowly barista standing in the office of a corporate lawyer.

I was still a rookie, but you wouldn’t have known it from the sprawling office and floor-to-ceiling city view. My firm had been in this building, its new home, for just four months, and I knew it was only a matter of time before a new partner claimed my office. But I was definitely enjoying it while it lasted.

I walked to shut the door behind Rachel.

“I’m no big shot just yet,” I said, trying to put her at ease. I sunk into one of two low-lying leather chairs on either side of a small glass coffee table. She sunk into the other one, glancing up at me through those cute glasses.

“Aw man, and here I was thinking I’d hit the jackpot,” she mused. “Don’t tell me you’re the cleaning crew and we’re about to get kicked out of here.”

“Not a chance,” I said.

I had locked the door, and now I was feeling kind of weird about having done it. What was I expecting to happen in my office on a Monday afternoon? Were we going to go at it on the desk?

It wasn’t a half-bad idea. But I understood the power dynamics here, and I did not want beautiful, blue-eyed Rachel to feel like I was pressuring her into anything she didn’t want.

“This really is my office, and we have the place all to ourselves,” I said to reassure her.

“Good,” she said. She looked at me for a long moment, like a tiger eyeing its prey.

“So Rachel,” I started, “if you’re not in your 30s, how old are you?”

“Why, are you hiring?” She smirked, and then winked at me.

“I’m 21,” she said finally.

“Twenty-one,” I repeated.

I was openly checking her out now. Her breasts were small, but well proportioned. She had a slender, elegant figure.

She saw me eyeing her and stood up.

“Do I look older or younger?” she said, spinning slowly around. I admired her butt again as she turned. She struck a pose and met my gaze, batting dark lashes back at me.

“You look incredible.” My voice was suddenly hoarse.

In reply, Rachel flexed her calves and slipped her feet from the ballet flats. Then she began to walk toward me slowly, her eyes locked on mine.

Her voice lowered, and all her words slowed and strung themselves out luxuriously across the still air of the office. “You know what, Mr. Lawyer?” she said, reaching for the top button of her shirt. “I … have been … thinking … about you … all … damn … day.”

As she spoke, her bare feet plodded softly across the thick white rug. She stopped when she reached me, and stood with her knees touching mine.

“Oh yeah?” I said.

“Yeah.” Her eyes narrowed at me. A woman taking charge.

The button fell loose. She reached for the second one.

“Do you mind if I … get out of this?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and trembling slightly.

“Not at all,” I said. I leaned forward and slid my hands around her thighs.

“Good,” she said. Then she added, “I need to be dressed appropriately for our … workout.”

My palms slid up across her butt, and my fingers closed around the cheeks. Her soft flesh dimpled under my grip, and then tightened as she flexed against my hands.

“Mmmm,” I said.

I looked up into Rachel’s half-lidded eyes. One by one, the rest of the buttons parted under her touch, the folds of the white Oxford shirt falling open in quiet sags around her pretty chest.

In that moment, nothing could have torn my eyes away from her. Her body swayed slightly as she stood there, her knees brushing mine. Then the final button parted and the shirt fell completely loose.

She wore a black plunging sports bra with grey accents, and her stomach was flat and toned, her skin smooth and creamy.

She shrugged casually, and the shirt fell from her shoulders, barely slowing as it slid down her arms and off, landing in a rumpled white arc around her bare feet.

She stood in front of me in bra and slacks, hands at her side, her breath coming in ragged, slow heaves as we studied each other. There was no movement or sound for a long time, each of us daring the other to move.

I thought about the window behind me that ran the entire length of my office, floor to ceiling, overlooking a bustling skyline of other offices, full of people all innocently going about their days. From the outside, I knew that if they were to look, they could see in to where Rachel now stood, half naked, waiting and willing to put herself on display—a voyeur’s wet dream incarnate.

It was a huge turn-on.

I kissed her belly, kneading her butt cheeks with my fingers.

She ran her hands through my hair.

“What if I told you that I’ve wanted to do this for weeks?” she asked.

She’d seen me around the building? I suddenly felt bad that I had never noticed her before.

“Then I would tell you that you should have made your move much sooner,” I growled against her skin.

“Mmmmmm. Oh really.” She raised her hands to her chest, and in a single move, the bra came off over her head and her breasts spilled out from under it. They were small but beautiful, full and high and round, and her nipples stood out in delicate nibs against small, pale areolas.

My cock pulsed. I slid my hands up her sides and around her chest to clutch the twin mounds. She moaned and returned her hands to my hair, tousling it as I gripped her breasts, squeezing and rubbing.

My lips traced the skin of her belly, dropping soft, delicate kisses on her skin.

I looked up at her pretty face, flushed and rabidly sexy.

“Take off your clothes,” she said.

She took a step back, eyes traveling the length of my body, down and back.

“Now,” she said.

I complied, standing and slipping my blazer off and dropping it over the arm of the chair. I slipped my belt from the buckle and untucked my shirt. The jeans unbuttoned and slid down my legs with a little bit of protest.

Topless and barefoot, Rachel stooped to a crouch and helped me pull the jeans off over my feet. Then, before I could take the rest of my clothes off, she placed a hand on my stomach and guided me backward into the chair again.

“Sit,” she said.

I settled down against the cushion, and her hands eased my cock free of my boxer briefs, sliding them partially down my thighs.

Her fingers were cool against me. She held my penis delicately, her eyes drinking in the sight of it, as her hand ran up and down.

“You have a gorgeous cock,” she said.

It pulsed in her hand.

“It likes you,” I said. She laughed.

I could hardly breathe. She was so gentle, and her hands so deft, that I was certain in that moment that she could bring me to orgasm just by holding me.

She leaned forward and put her lips against it, resting them there for a blissful moment before she kissed it and pulled back slightly.

“You know,” she said, “I’ve never had sex in an office before.”

I smiled innocently, “Oh, is that what we’re doing? Having sex?” I placed a hand on her cheek and stroked it gently. She began to move her fingers up and down my cock, and my breath got shorter. “And here I thought … you were just here for … ” She leaned forward and took the head of my penis between her lips, easing it into her mouth. “… a … legal … consult,” I finished.

“Ugh.” I threw my head back and closed my eyes, running a hand alongside her head to hold her while she sucked.

I was deep inside her mouth, her pretty head bobbing up and down, her soft, bare breasts pressing against my legs, when the phone on my desk rang.

“Shit.”

“What is it?” She popped her head up.

I had to allow myself a laugh as I took in the tableau in front of me—the beautiful bare-chested girl kneeling on the floor of my law office in the middle of a Monday afternoon.

With a look halfway between apology and despair, I said, “I have to take this call.”

“Oh. OK.” She wiped her mouth with one hand and started to stand. “Do you need me to leave?”

I thought for a moment.

“No,” I finally said. “It’s just a conference call. I won’t have to say much. Please. Stay.”

She stood, smiling.

“OK,” she said. “In that case…”

She unfastened her slacks and slid her thumbs under the waistband, pulling them down her legs and stepping out of them.

I blinked. The phone rang again.

I jumped across the room, glancing over my shoulder at Rachel as I answered the phone.

Our receptionist Sara’s voice came over the line.

“Jeff, I have you dialed into your 4 o'clock conference call. Hang on a sec while I put you through.”

“Thanks Sara.”

With a click, a few other voices started in, mid-sentence, already involved in conversation.

Rachel walked toward the desk where I stood in only my dress shirt. She wore a delicate, cheeky pair of light blue panties. I stared at her, transfixed, as she crossed into the shaft of golden light streaming in through the office window.

“Hi everybody,” I said into the phone. My eyes never left her body. “Sorry I’m late.”

A chorus of hellos came through the phone speaker.

Rachel hoisted herself up to sit on the corner of the desk, directly in front of where I stood. Her knees rested on either side of my protruding cock.

The sunlight bathed her bare skin, carving its way down her curves like a knife, sharp edges tracing her cheek, neck, breasts, arms, making her two small nipples glow like Christmas lights, and casting the space between her thighs in a deep, tantalising shadow.

Her toes wiggled against my legs as she ran her hands up my chest to clasp behind my neck.

We kissed, firmly, purposefully. Her lips drove every moment, twisting and sliding against mine.

The chatter of the phone call continued in the background, but for the moment, neither of us was listening.

Rachel’s tongue slipped into my mouth and wandered around it, running along my teeth, twisting against my tongue, sliding across my lips.

I gave a soft moan. I’d never been kissed like this. Just Rachel’s kiss alone was more intimate and passionate than any sexual encounter I’d ever had.

As we kissed, I reached up to unfasten the buttons of my shirt, slipping it from my arms and letting it fall to the floor. The only piece of cloth remaining on either of our bodies was Rachel’s pair of light blue panties, which by now had become visibly moistened, a dark wet spot forming at the crotch.

Her hands dropped to her lap, and for a few quiet moments, only our lips touched. We slowed our kisses, parting our lips and re-engaging, soft gentle touches over and over. The subtle sensation made my whole body tingle and spark.

This girl was driving me crazy.

Finally, someone on the call addressed me, asking a question about some recent developments at the firm. I started to respond, when I felt Rachel’s cool fingers wrap around my cock. I closed my eyes and swallowed desperately.

I did my best to talk normally. Once I’d gotten the words out, I lunged for the Mute button.

“You,” I said. She bit her lip. “Turn around.”

I was done with subtlety.

I pulled her roughly from the desk, grabbing her by her slender hips and spinning her, pressing a hand to her back to bend her forward against the desk.

“Yes,” she said.

With one hand on her bare back, my other gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her buttocks to her knees.

I ran my fingers down her back. “Your skin is so smooth,” I whispered.

With my foot, I slid the panties the rest of the way to the floor, leaving Rachel the pretty barista, finally, completely naked in my office.

She was a picture of feminine beauty. The stuff of paintings and poems.

The lips of her pussy flowered open in delicate deep pink folds between her parted thighs. I slipped a finger gingerly along her opening, feeling the moisture that had begun to build up.

I raised myself into position against her entrance. The sunlight on her skin gave her whole body a dramatic radiance.

She whimpered, begging.

“Please,” she said. “Don’t tease me.”

Right then, someone on the call asked me about a brief my firm had filed the week before, and with a glance over her shoulder at me, Rachel dutifully reached forward and pressed the Mute button again, extinguishing its orange light so that I could respond to the questioner.

The moment she did, I plunged myself deep into her glowing, golden body.

Rachel threw a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry as I buried the entire length of my penis inside her.

It took Herculean restraint, but I managed to answer the caller’s question, even with my engorged dick planted deep in the vagina of a 21-year-old brunette.

“Yes, that was taken care … of,” I managed, before I lunged for the Mute button again.

“Ugh!” We both groaned in unison. I grabbed one of Rachel’s thighs and swung it up, stretching her long, slender leg across the desk.

“You have such a beautiful body,” I said.

“Your cock feels so amazing inside me,” she said. “Don’t stop.” She turned her head and looked me in the eye. “Don’t. Stop.”

I pounded into her, feeling her canal hug me with a warm, tight suction, strumming my shaft as I moved in and out.

I groaned. “You feel so good, Rachel.”

My strokes were coarse and urgent. I reached out and gripped her shoulders as my thrusts picked up speed. Rachel’s body began to flush, bright pink blotches on her pale skin as I carried her toward a climax.

“Jeff,” she said. “Take me.”

She reached back and slid a hand around my butt, pulling me to her and holding me inside as she arched her back, raising herself up to rest her head against my shoulder.

With her back against my chest, she reached behind my head and cradled it against hers. She lowered her leg from the desk, which had the effect of contracting her vagina, tightening her grip on me even more.

“I’m yours,” she said. “Take me.”

“Baby,” I whispered. At this pace, I knew I didn’t have long.

I wrapped her body in my arms, one hand groping for her breasts, the other sliding down to rub her clitoris. I pushed myself as deep into her as I could, and I held myself there, feeling her wrapped around me like a warm, wet cocoon.

She lowered her hand over mine and mashed my fingers harder into her crotch. Our bodies danced and swayed against each other, our thighs rubbing together, our limbs squirming and flexing.

If it were possible, I’d make this moment last a lifetime, I thought.

“Where do you want me to cum for you, Rachel?” I asked.

At that moment, her orgasm hit. She nuzzled her cheek against my chest and shuddered. I felt her vagina clench, and then soften. She shuddered again, hard. Her eyes shut tight, and her mouth fell open as her skin flushed deep red, her whole body shot through with a series of spastic tremors.

Between the shudders, she groaned, “Cummmm … in— … side … me.”

Ugh.

Two more firm thrusts into her, and I lost my load.

My muscles twitched like I’d been electrocuted. My knees buckled against hers, and together we sank against the desk, her hands reaching forward to steady us as I erupted over and over, a thick torrent of semen gushing out of my cock and up into her delicate body.

Breathless and completely spent, we stood there in suspended animation, panting. Beads of sweat coated Rachel’s skin, sparkling like diamonds in the sun.

“Mmmm…” She turned and smiled at me, squeezing her thighs tighter.

My semen leaked from her vagina, running in creamy white rivulets down the insides of her legs and dripping onto the carpeted floor.

“Jeff?” she said.

“Yes, Rachel?” I reached out and touched her breasts gently. What a perfect girl.

“Happy Cute 30-Something Awareness Day,” she said.

I leaned forward and we kissed.

A tinny voice on the phone line brought us back to earth.

“Errr… Jeff?”

I glanced down, and my face suddenly drained of all its colour. Rachel followed my gaze to the desk, and together our mouths dropped open in shock.

The Mute button was off.

Caught In The Act - happy birthday Sri!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella); Drake x OC (Alyssa)

Characters belong to Pixelberry; Ella Brooks belongs to me; Alyssa Devereaux belongs to the amazing @burnsoslow​ and is used with permission.

Summary: The gang goes to Sonoma Valley for a week and shenanigans happen of course. Ellyssa (Ella + Alyssa = besties forever) enjoy time alone with their men … along with Max.

A/N: Set in The Loft AU, my favorite of favorites of all time lol

A/N2: It’s @neotericthemis​ birthday today and I am soooo sorry this is late! Sri, you are so damn supportive, loving, kind, and HILARIOUS. I love that you squeal and yell at me when I write something ridiculous or when cheating Leo pops into the scene and you message me immediately LOL I can’t do this whole tumblr life without you, thank you for never forgetting about little old me. I love you so so soooooo much! I hope you like this along with the edits!

Thank you @burnsoslow​ for reading this entire thing and loving me so hard.

Warnings: Adult language; sexual innuendos; compromising situations

Words: 689 

The gang was headed to Sonoma Valley for the week and they were all excited. Drake and Alyssa were celebrating their engagement and, to Drake’s dismay, Lyss wanted everyone to join them on the trip. Liam and Ella were looking forward to having a week to unwind after working several days in a row. Leo adamantly refused to go on a “couples trip” while Max shrugged and agreed.

“I’m sorry you’re the fifth wheel, Max,” Lyssa hugged her friend and gave him a cute pout as they wandered towards their rooms.

“I’m fine,” he squeezed her back. “I love spending time with you guys, it doesn’t matter if you’re matched up and I’m not.”

“Don’t even think about walking into our rooms without knocking, Beaumont,” Drake pulled his fiance by her hips against him. “This was supposed to be ourtrip.”

Max rolled his eyes. “Just keep it in your pants and your bedrooms and we’ll be fine.”

“Can’t make any promises,” Liam smirked as he stole a glance at Ella walking in front of the group.

“I heard that, Rys,” Ella turned and returned his smirk. “This kink of yours gets sand in the weirdest places.”

“Guys!” Max yelled as he put his hands over his ears.

“He won’t be able to resist,” Drake whispered to Lyssa as she chuckled beside him.

The next day

The group enjoyed an entire day of horseback riding.

“Oh my God, El,” Maxwell had tears in his eyes from laughing. “Your horse loves you!”

“Summer is the best,” Ella laughed. “Aren’t you girl?” She ran her hand over the soft mane of her horse.

Liam let out a chuckle as he stared at the picture. “Best horse ever!”

Day four

“These wine tours on a boat could potentially be dangerous,” Lyss peered over the edge of the boat as she clutched her wine glass to her chest.

“Dangerous how?” Drake murmured as he nibbled on her earlobe.

Alyssa shuddered. “Drunk people, boats, the swaying … someone could fall overboard!”

“Hey!” Max appeared behind the couple with a full glass of wine. “Where’s Liam and Ella?”

“Honestly, they’re probably doing it in the back of the boat,” Lyssa snorted.

“I don’t doubt it.”

“Let’s play a board game!” Max announced when he brought over Monopoly.

“Devereaux gets waytoo competitive,” Drake shook his head. “I don’t know if you want to see that side of her Beaumont.”

“She can’t be that bad,” Max shrugged.

“I do not get competitive,” Lyssa rolled her eyes. “But I will beat your ass, Max!”

Day six

“I love that we have nothing planned today,” Ella snuggled against Liam’s side as she sipped her coffee.

“We just wanted to relax before we have to leave tomorrow,” Lyssa said as she made a sad face.

Drake leaned over to kiss her temple. “We need to plan something with just us, baby.”

“Guys! We gotta go to brunch!” Max squealed as he ran up to his friends.

“Alright, I’m hungry, let’s go,” Drake grumbled as he stood and pulled Alyssa up with him.

“We’ll meet you guys there,” Liam said and the friends separated.

Ella stuck her bottom lip out. “I’m hungry, babe, where are we going?”

“I wanna show you something,” he flashed her a mischievous look.

An hour later

“Where the hell are they?” Max mumbled as he wandered outside the hotel looking for Liam and Ella. Creaking noises and moans got his attention and he raised his brows. “They wouldn’t …” Max slowly made his way towards the sounds and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He pulled out his phone, quickly snapped a picture, and scampered back inside.

“Oh my God, Beaumont, why are you so red?”

“You’ll … see …” Out of breath from laughing and running, Max’s thumbs were flying over the keyboard of his phone.

Lyssa and Drake’s phones went off at the same time showing a notification.

“No, they didn’t!” Alyssa dropped her phone as she began to snort with laughter.

“Told you he couldn’t help it,” Drake shook his head and put his phone face down on the table.

Luke: What were they doing?

Alex: Nothing!

Luke: Whatever it was, it looked like Dad was winning.

Modern Family. “Caught in the Act”.