1. It’s 3am and my kid is out of diapers please I know this sucks to last minute ring up someone I’m really sorry but it’s an emergency
   
2. Your kid literally shoved their finger to the second knuckle in their nose and wiped it on my leg and I don’t know what to do about this
3. I know it might be inappropriate to ask out my kid’s doctor but the nurse took them out of the room to weigh them and now’s my only chance
4. I’m not a creep but I seen your kid asking for this toy and you said you couldn’t afford it right now so I bought it for them maybe
5. My kid is lost somewhere in this changing room and I’m really sorry but have you seen a little human running wild through here
6. Don’t judge me but my kid’s clothes are all messed up and I’m trying to change them in the back of our car right next to your’s 
7. Your kid threw a cookie at me and I’m sorry I laughed and embarrassed your or them but it was kind of cute don’t punish them please
8. I’ve heard you signing in the middle of every night this week and it’s so off key- oh sorry I didn’t know those were lullabies or that you had a kid
9. So you’re the new teacher’s aid in my kid’s class and I was not expecting you to be so cute or charming and also my kid loves you 
10. Apparently your kid scaled my backyard fence to pet my cat and now I have a scared kid crying for their parent and a freaked out cat in a tree

1. Listen I know this sounds like bullshit but I’m from the future and I’m here to keep you from being murdered okay
   
2. You were my significant other in a previous life but you didn’t reincarnate this time so I found a way to go into the past to see you again
3. I’m from the past and you don’t believe me but I just came here to find a cure for someone and you need to help me
4. I managed to create time travel- but it’s only for short bursts forward or backwards and you don’t believe me but I’ll prove it
5. I swear you’re my significant other from an alternate dimension and no I’m not a stalker you told me all this personal info in the other world
6. We’re in a hotel together except I’m somehow two years ahead of you and I keep finding your notes and think I’m losing it
7. When I got on the plane it was one year but during the red-eye something happened and we landed in the future 

I saw the email from my old engineering professor asking me to give him a call. I looked to calculate the time difference with the east and decided to call him the next day as it would be too late in Princeton now. I hadn’t seen Dan for a couple of years now. He was my favorite professor. He was a really cool blond “quarter back” looking guy who had stayed single till late in life and had numerous scandalous affairs with grad students and students till he was forty. Then he was on a professor exchange program with Seoul National University when he hooked up with Min He, a twenty-year old engineering student and married her. Min, whom we all called Jenny, was the same age as me and was a stunning beauty at 5'7" with a petite and athletic toned body to die for, rounded tight ass, firm 34C breasts and a sculpted waist and hard stomach. Not hard to see why Dan fell for her. Dan and Jenny had one daughter right away, Stephanie and a second daughter, Kellie, two-years later.

I wondered what Dan could want as I hadn’t seen them for a while, but I always did drop by when I was around Princeton. Since my wife Ann had suddenly passed away about 18 months ago things had been hectic and I had been out of touch with almost everyone. The last time I had visited Dan and Jenny I had noticed that Jenny was still incredibly hot for her age (Dan was a lucky guy).

I called in the morning and caught Dan at his university office. After catching up and Dan asking how I was doing the conversation moved on and Dan explained to me that his daughter Stephanie was going to be in Palo Alto working as an engineering intern for the summer before entering Stanford. His wife, Jenny, was very worried that she have a safe place to stay and he was wondering if I could give him advice on a good area or building for Stephanie to rent a place in close to the Sand Hill Road area. I was caught somewhat off-guard and told Dan that Palo Alto was very safe and he didn’t need to worry. Dan, however, persisted and without thinking I suggested that Stephanie could stay in my guesthouse by the pool until she found a better arrangement. Dan was very appreciative and put his wife Jenny on the line. Jenny also quizzed me on how I was doing since Ann passed away since women think that we cannot survive without our wives and she kept thanking me for taking care of their “little Stephanie.” I knew from experience that Jenny was a very over protective and hard driving mother who made her daughters study hard, take piano, do ballet and gymnastics, learn to speak Korean and basically was a slave driver to the poor girls. I assured her that “it would be no trouble” and then we arranged the specifics of the trip.

We made arrangements for me to pick-up Stephanie from the San Jose airport the following week on Sunday as she would be starting her internship on Monday. After that I didn’t think about it too much, but I did clean up the guesthouse and put new bedding and a new quilt and made sure the air conditioner was working. The guesthouse had a nice suite with its own kitchen area and bathroom and shower. The living room area had a large panoramic window overlooking my pool and the Los Gatos hills. I bought some pink and white towels and a pink bathrobe and some “girly” things so she would feel the guesthouse had a feminine touch.

I went to the airport ahead of time and waited in the arrivals area. When Stephanie finally walked out pulling her bag she was not what I had expected. At 17, soon to turn 18, Stephanie had become a young woman and looked far more mature than her age. Stephanie was wearing a slim black pair of Rock & Republic denim pants that were molded to her now wider and more feminine hips and rounded butt. She had on a crisp white blouse that made you tantalizingly aware of how much fuller her breasts had become, but only hinted at their firmness and roundness teasing you to desire more. She was wearing a sophisticated strand of pearls around her neck and matching pearl earrings with her hair pulled back by a large clip. Her make-up was modest and sophisticated, but just perfect to set off her large sparkling eyes and her soft smiling lips. Seeing me in the crowd Stephanie’s face lit up and she rushed forward and gave me a hug.

“Thanks for coming and picking me up Uncle Rob! It’s so great of you to let me stay at your place.”

I’m sure Stephanie was unaware of her dazzling sexual effect on men, but when she hugged me her firm breasts pressed against my chest and my nose was immersed in her long, dark, wavy hair with her perfume intoxicating me. I stepped back and held her at arms length to get a good look. She looked about 5'6" like her mom and she had a stunning tall, slim, petite but athletic figure. Stephanie’s hair was long and dark with blondish highlights and she had large hazel eyes with long eyelashes. Everything about her was feminine, tasteful and sexy.

“Wow, how long has it been? Only two years? But you’re all grown up and you’ve become a young lady!”

She looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and did a ballerina pirouette.

“You really think so? My mom still thinks I’m a little girl. She practically wants to walk me across the street. She doesn’t even let me buy my own clothes. Uncle Rob I’m being smothered!! Look at these shoes? Flats!! Can you believe I’m almost 18 and I don’t have a pair of heels.”

I assured Stephanie that she was now officially a resident of the State of California and that as far as I was aware there was no law against wearing heels. Stephanie giggled and grabbed my arm and linked it to hers as we headed to the parking lot.

We got along surprisingly well and I assured her that she was a young adult now and that she should enjoy her new independence since I knew she was mature young lady with a good head on her shoulders and, I paused, a very pretty one at that! I don’t know why I added that last part, but she sure beamed in response and rewarded me with a sparkling smile and giggle. Stephanie was so excited and bubbly and her enthusiasm was certainly infectious as I joined in her happiness and caught myself grinning for no real reason whatsoever other than the fact that I was sitting beside this spectacularly beautiful and sexy young lady. I had not felt this good for a long time and did not really know why.

We got into my wife’s old car, the convertible BMW and headed for my house. I normally drove my DBS, but I had plans for this car and wanted to surprise Stephanie. The drive home only took about 20 minutes and I let her settle in and change before joining her in the guesthouse before dinner.

Stephanie had changed into a pair of Lululemon skintight black yoga pants and a tight body hugging charcoal grey body suit. The outfit did not lessen my growing interest in this young girls body and I tried my best to prevent my cock from swelling and becoming too obvious. We chatted and talked about her engineering internship at a local medical device company. Then she asked me how I thought she should get to work the next day for her first day of work and could I drive her. I looked her in the eyes and asked her if she had her driver’s license. (Actually I already knew she did since Dan had told me on the phone) Stephanie looked perplexed and said,

“Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a car and can’t afford one.”

I told her to follow me and took her out to the driveway.

“This car is yours. I’ve been thinking about what to do with it since Ann passed away, but she loved this car so I didn’t want to sell it. Well, anyways, I know you’ll have a lot of fun with the Beemer and it will be much more convenient for you to get to work and later on to Stanford. I’ve already put you on the insurance, I just need to email them your drivers license.”

Stephanie jumped up and down and flung her arms around me pressing her firm breasts against me for the second time in less than two hours. Without thinking I responded and pulled her into me with my arms as my left hand accidentally rested on the top part of her rounded butt. My cock would not listen to my brain and swelled to its full 7 inches within seconds. Stephanie did not let go and kept saying how much she appreciated my help while her hips and breasts pressed firmly against me and she lavished light kisses on my cheek and neck. I was praying she didn’t feel the swelled rod pressing against her hips.

Later I showed her how to drive the car and drove her around the neighborhood to orient her. That evening we had pizza and I somewhat reluctantly let her go off to bed as I really enjoyed her company. It was strange, she was only about to turn 18 and I was 39, but I felt so comfortable chatting with her. The next three weeks Stephanie learned her way around and did a lot of work at home in the evenings and on the weekends as her job threw a lot of projects at her. I told her to feel free to use my part of the house at any time and since I now lived alone and so we often ate dinner together. Sometimes I helped her work out particular problems from her company. One night I helped her with a temperature control issue with an RF device by identifying the Curie point on a component. Her boss apparently was extremely impressed that she could handle such a complex problem and this earned me another intense session of hugs and kisses from her when she came home the next day. My brain was starting to fantasize about this hot body sleeping only a few meters away every night in my guesthouse and I was wishing that some of her kisses would miss my cheek and fall on my lips instead.

On the fourth weekend Stephanie didn’t have any work and she asked if we could use the pool since the weather was now getting very hot. I said sure, let’s barbeque on Saturday and spend the day by the pool. She wanted to go to the Valley Fair Mall and get a new bathing suit so we did that Friday evening. She said she wanted the bathing suit to be a surprise so I let her shop on her own. The next day around 11:00 am I was looking out my window when I saw Stephanie walk out of the guesthouse and walk to the lounge chair by the pool. My breath stopped as I watched mesmerized by her body. Up till now I had only had hints of her beauty from the conservative outfits she wore to work, but now she was parading beside the pool in a stunning yellow bikini revealing a body of stunning youth and sexiness. I put on my largest board shorts that left lots of room for my cock to hide its embarrassing swollen state and headed straight down to the pool as fast as my legs would move. I was perplexed at my behavior. I was a grown man acting like a teenager.

We lay by the pool and chatted and I wore my sunglasses so I would be able to gaze at her amazing body without being too obvious about it. The yellow bikini beautifully complemented her honey-toned skin and was tied by thin strings at the side of her hips in large bows and had a medium size triangle of fabric front and back. The top just covered her swelling breasts and again was connected by thin segments of yellow string tied in a bow at the back. As my eyes followed down from her beautiful young breasts they lingered over a flat toned stomach and then came to the rise of her pubic bone and the flare of her incredible hips leading into a long pair of slim, toned athletic legs.

It was getting very hot so we decided to jump in the water. I jumped in first and Stephanie followed. After rising out of the water she shrieked.

“It’s cold!”

We both laughed. She shivered and backed towards me.

“Uncle Rob, hold me for a second, it’s too cold.”

She pushed her back into my chest and her rounded butt pushed right up against my loins. Oh God, what was this girl up to teasing me like this? My cock, even in the cold water, started to swell. I put my arms around her lithe body pulling her tightly against me and my eyes looked downwards to be rewarded by a view of tiny nipples, protruding and erect, hard as buttons, pushing against the thin yellow fabric of her bikini top. My mouth watered at the thought of pushing the top aside, slipping those succulent nipples between my lips, lightly tugging on them with my teeth and arousing Stephanie’s womanhood. At 6’ 1" and about 185 pounds I was able to hold her tight little Asian body easily and she seemed content to snuggle against me as well and absorb my warmth. Eventually the trance was broken and we resumed our swimming, but I was starting to have a feeling that I was in trouble with this girl if she kept up this level of teasing for any length of time. I had not made love or had any female companionship in the almost 2 years since Ann had got ill and at some point I would not be able to restrain myself.

Back on the lounge chairs with the sun at it mid-day worst Stephanie did something I had not expected and was not quite ready to deal with—she raised the stakes again.

“Uncle Rob, I think I’m gonna burn. Can you put some suntan lotion on my back for me?”

Oh, shit, what a little minx. What should I do? I decided to play along with her teasing and I moved over and sat on the edge of her lounge chair. I put the SPF 50 lotion in my hands and then started to rub it on her shoulders. Stephanie reached back and moved her long hair to the side of her head and then with her left hand just grabbed the end of the bikini string bow and with a quick pull she undid the strap at the back.

“There, that will make it easier for you.” She said.

My hands paused and I was a bit taken aback, but I immediately grabbed control of myself and continued with the lotion. I told myself, I’m the older one here, I’m in control, nothing will happen. In fact, I decided, if this little vixen wants to play games with me then I will return the favor and tease her a little bit. I started to work my hands firmly into her shoulders and give her a nice massage.

Stephanie started to “ooh” and “ahh” making sexy little sounds. I could tell she was enjoying my experienced hands playing with her nubile inexperienced body. I took more lotion and applied it to sides of her ribcage, sliding my hands down just far enough so that the tips of my fingers were only barely touching the sides of her swelling breasts. I was offering her a tease of what I could really do if only she lifted herself up a tiny fraction and let my hands slide down further and cup her mounds so my thumb and fingers could roll and tweek her little nipples. Then I moved my hands down to her slim waist to the top of her rock hard butt. I let my fingers wander only slightly under the top of her bikini bottom causing her to tense slightly, not knowing if I would continue further. I laughed inside feeling her body freeze. I moved on to her legs, starting on her calves and then moving up to her incredible toned thighs. My hands swirled in circular motions moving ever so slightly further and further upwards on her inner thighs. I could feel her breathing change and her body tensing slightly as I got closer and closer to her honey pot. I moved ever more cautiously so as to not startle her and have her end our little game prematurely.

I knew she was a skittish young virgin who, until this very moment, had been protected day and night by her mother and the feel of a grown mans hands between her legs must be incredibly scary and yet sexy and exciting for her. I paused again and again letting her tension abate before finally moving further and working my thumbs more deeply into her thigh muscles, now only millimeters from her virginal vagina. The desire to move my mouth downwards and taste her juices was almost irresistible. Stephanie’s “oohs” and “ahhs” were now much deeper and throatier and I knew my massage had had its intended effect. In fact her bikini was dry now and I was sure I could detect a wet spot by her vagina lips. My cock and my self-restraint could not handle much more so I slapped her firmly on the butt and said,

“Massage over young lady, lunch time.”

The butt smack shocked Stephanie from her sleepy and horny reverie and she suddenly lifted her forearms up off the lounge chair, supporting herself on her elbows and thereby giving me a complete and unimpeded view of her perfectly formed teen breasts, incredibly firm and rounded with tiny pink nipples and areoles. I had never seen a pair of breasts this perfect in my life. I was awestruck. She quickly realized what she had done and a grin covered her face as she collapsed back on the lounge chair to cover her breasts and reached back to tie her top. I nonchalantly and quickly walked to the barbeque to keep my cock under control and pretended I had seen nothing. The rest of the day was fantastic and that night I stroked my cock and masturbated with the vision of her perfect breasts dancing in my head. All of the teasing and coy behavior had built up a huge load and the release was fantastic.

We were home one evening a few days later and Stephanie said she wanted to ask me a favor. I said, sure, shoot! She said she was really reluctant because I had already done so much for her. I told her it was nothing and that I really enjoyed having her company and hoped she was enjoying her summer. When I finally relaxed her enough she blurted out that her company was booking a club in San Jose and having a party and she didn’t have a date and would I mind being her date? I’m sure my mouth was hanging open and I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. I explained to her that I was much too old for her and that perhaps she could get one of the other interns or young workers from the company to be her date. She told me that the other interns were “gross” and that she didn’t have anyone else she could think of and then she looked me in the eyes and said,

“Anyways, in case you haven’t noticed, I happen to like older guys.”

Eventually I agreed to escort her to the party on the condition that we return home by her parents curfew time of 1:00 am and that she let me buy her a new dress and shoes as a present to celebrate her 18 th birthday which would be coming on Monday the following week. I explained that this way she could wear the present and get good use out of it. Needless to say she was excited and we planned a shopping trip for the coming days.

Two days later we headed to Valley Fair Mall to pick out Stephanie’s outfit for the party. She wore her black jeans that were spray painted on her butt and a white linen top that was cropped and tied in a knot just below her bust line leaving her midriff tanned and exposed. As we walked she hooked her arm in mine and made me watch as she tried on dress after dress. While some men may find this tedious, to have a young sexy woman performing a personal beauty parade for you was extremely arousing and my cock was definitely not behaving itself. Everything she tried on looked stunning given her perfect tight body and I was hard pressed to recommend one dress over another.

Finally Stephanie selected a body hugging little black dress from Bebe that had spaghetti straps and a bare back scooped down to where her ass started to curve outwards. The dress was extremely sexy and quite short, stopping mid-thigh, but not too short and with her body she could certainly pull it off. She asked me if it made her look older and I assured her that she looked not a second younger than and extremely stunning 23 (picking an age I thought she would find acceptable—not too old, not too young). Stephanie grinned and then the sales lady found her a nice pair of black patent heels that added about an inch and a half to her height. Now she was grinning from ear to ear.

“My first pair of heels!! Oh my god, thank you Rob. My Mom would kill me if she saw that dress and she would kill me again if she knew I got heels.”

Stephanie giggled and gave me a short little hug of thanks. During our shopping I had also admonished her, no more calling me “Uncle Rob” if I am going to be your escort to this party. I told her it would make me feel like a dinosaur. Without any seeming effort on her part she effortlessly shifted to calling me “Rob”. Back out in the mall she looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said,

“Uh, Rob, the dress is spaghetti strap so I need some special under-things if you know what I mean and probably some stockings.”

She blushed a bit red. We happened to be passing Victoria’s Secret heading back to the car, so I paused and said,

“Well, here’s the perfect place. You go in and phone me when you have everything ready and I’ll come in and pay. Go wild, it’s your birthday!”

Stephanie looked at me and asked if I was sure that was “OK” and I assured her it was. She then exclaimed that her Mom would “murder” her if she knew how much fun she was having. And then I headed off to do some window-shopping, forcing myself with the ultimate willpower to leave Stephanie alone while my brain really wanted to stay and see what she had selected at Victoria’s Secret.

On Friday evening we got ready for the party. I put on a nice pair of grey slacks and a blazer. I came down at 7:00 and waited by the car. Stephanie walked out of the guesthouse and I was stunned. The black backless dress, the black stockings, the patent leather heels, her little black clutch bag, the total effect was sexy and sophisticated. I was enveloped in silence and could hear only her heels clicking on the deck stones as she approached me. She certainly didn’t look like a soon to be 18, she looked more like an extremely sexy 22 or 23. Her hair was curled loosely and clipped at the back with a large black and silver hair clip, tumbling to frame her radiant face and she had a velvet choker with a tiny silver heart on it around her neck. Her ears were adorned with perfect small silver earrings. Stephanie had used more make-up and her eyes and face were lit up with anticipation and excitement that was palpable. She reached out her left hand to me and struck a little pose,

“So, how do I look? Acceptable?”

I almost choked on my words.

“Acceptable? You look incredible Stephanie. I’m sure you will be the most stunning woman at the party.”

She giggled and slid into the car, swinging her legs together in an elegant motion into the bucket seat. Turning her head towards me she replied,

“Well, I know I’ll have the most handsome date.”

I think this time I may have blushed and my head was spinning a bit as I could feel I was losing control with her cock-teasing rising to ever increasing levels.

The party went off pretty well as far as office parties go with about 300 people jammed into the club. We mingled and I met some of Stephanie’s colleagues and I could tell she was showing me off to the other young female workers. I let her have three glasses of champagne and we danced a few dances and the DJ was pretty good. Towards midnight she insisted on trying a Red Bull and vodka since everyone was starting to get pretty rowdy and blasted and she had never had one. I made sure that I stuck to coke since I was driving. Just before midnight the DJ switched to slow songs and Stephanie pulled me onto the dance floor and before I could protest she had her tousled head of hair resting on my chest, her arms draped around my neck and was pressing her warm body into mine. The dance seemed to last forever and my cock was ram rode straight by the end, pressing against her pelvis. Her perfume wafted into my nose and my hands had no option given the backless dress other than to rest on her bare skin just above her butt. I had just enough self-control to resist letting my hands stray in the darkness and pressed bodies on the dance floor. I wanted more than anything to let my hands slip lower, to slide under her dress and grip her hard rounded bum.

When the dance ended I pulled myself away from her hot body and let her make her rounds to say “bye” to her work colleagues and then hustled her to the car so we could head home. Back at the house I walked Stephanie to the door of the guesthouse since it was very dark and she was a little tipsy from her new experiment with alcohol. I had to hold her by the waist as we walked to keep her steady. At the door I was about to leave when she looked at me with pouting lips and big saucer eyes,

“Don’t gentlemen give their date a kiss goodnight?”

More cock teasing from the little vixen. I put my hands on her waist as she turned her cheek to me and I leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek. As I leaned forward Stephanie leaned her body into mine. At the last second, when my lips were about to touch her cheek, she moved her head to the left and instead of meeting a cheek my lips met her very warm, very moist, very soft and very passionate lips. Stephanie’s arms pulled me strongly towards her and I was caught off balance as the kiss I had expected to be a chaste kiss on the cheek turned into a passionate open mouth kiss of incredible sexual intensity. I felt tingles shooting through my cock and it pulsed with engorged blood and my mouth instinctively opened to receive her timidly probing tongue that was penetrating tentatively into my mouth. My arms, also seemingly beyond my control, reciprocated and pulled her body into mine; the feel of her breasts, her hair, the scent of her perfume all mingled to intoxicate me. My cock that for so long had only felt only the touch of my hand now enjoyed the feeling of a firm feminine body pressed against its length. The feeling, so long absent, had my cock tingling and pulsing and wanting more. I desperately wanted to take her now, but I knew that was impossible. Her hips, now grinding against me, told me she may be young, but she was horny and ready. What should I do? With all the willpower left in me I pulled her away. Breathless, she looked up at me with her big mischievous eyes, “Rob, that was just a perfect end to a perfect night.” To be continued

My name’s Jennifer and I’m an eighteen year old virgin. My boobs are C cups and I’m physically fit. I have curly, blonde hair and brown eyes. My best friend is Katherine, who has virtually nothing for breasts. She seriously is as flat as a newly paved road. Anyway getting back to me, I’ve never had a loving boyfriend. That is, until Katherine called me. If it wasn’t for that one call, I’d never have found someone.

“Hello?” I answered my phone and set down the nail polish I was using to paint my nails.

“Hey, my mom said I could invite someone over so do you wanna sleep over tonight?”

“Hell yeah!” I giggled, “What time should I be over?”

“Um, can you come in a half an hour?”

“Yup,” I popped the ‘P’.

“M'kay, see ya then!” she said and quickly added, “My brother will be there too.”

A loud groan escaped my mouth in disgust, “Ew why? I thought he had a new job or something?”

“He does but they close early on Saturdays.”

“Wonderful, okay see ya soon!” I replied and hung up. Great, I have to do my hair now. Her brother, Zac, always makes fun of my hair. Right now, the curls are a bit messy. Quickly, I took out my makeup kit and plugged in my curling iron.

Within minutes, I changed into a plunging, billowy top, did my makeup, and fixed my hair. I grabbed my keys and started towards Katherine’s house.


“Hey!” Katherine yelled as I knocked on her front door.

“I’ve missed you!” I giggled and sat my cheerleading bag on the floor of her entrance way.

“Yeah, me too!” She smiled and picked my bag up for me as I took my shoes off. Her brother was standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at me. I spotted his bulge and smiled.

“Hey Zac!”

He swallowed whatever he was eating and waved, before running down the hallway.

Awkward…

Eventually, we settled in the rec room to watch a movie. Half way in the movie, a really funny part came up about a girl who made an orgasm face and moaned. Her brother came in the room right at the time. “Whoa, she wants sex!”

I nearly choked from laughter. “Awkward Zac!” He left the room for some unknown reason and Katherine asked me to go make popcorn for her and me to share. I walked up the stairs to her kitchen and searched for the popcorn. As I was reaching up in a cabinet, I heard a noise behind me. It was Zac. His face was a bright red, probably because I just caught him staring at my ass.

“You scared me,” I whispered with a slight smile on my face.

“Ah, sorry,” he muttered and opened the fridge.

I didn’t say anything and turned my attention back to finding popcorn. When I did find it, I couldn’t reach it because it was too far back. I felt someone brush against my side and reach for the popcorn. Zac quietly handed it to me. The cabinet was in the corner of the room and I could feel his developing bulge brush against my body which surprisingly made me horny.

I watched him walk out the room and started towards the microwave.


The movie had just ended and Katherine and I started playing truth or dare.

“Truth or Dare?” she asked me.

“Dare.”

“Go ask my brother to masturbate in front of you,” she giggled like I’d never do it.

“Okay,” I smiled and headed for the stairs.

“It was a joke, you don’t have to!” she loudly whispered.

I shrugged and started up the stairs anyway and down the hallway to his room. I took a deep breath and knocked. “Hey Zac? Can I come in?”

I heard a loud thud and then he spoke. “Why?”

“I was dared to ask you something.”

He silently opened the door and I shut it when I entered. “What were you dared to ask me?”

I gulped and took another deep breath, “Will you masturbate in front of me?”

He looked genuinely surprised. “My sister dared you to do this?”

I silently nodded my head.

He said nothing but unzipped his pants. Zac was way taller than me and probably about 6'1. He has abs from the one time I saw him without a shirt. He certainly needed a haircut but his brown hair was still attractive. He had brown eyes and was twenty. I watched him remove his boxers and I stared at his 8 inch cock. It was pretty big in my eyes considering I’m a virgin. He started going up and down slowly, but then he picked up the pace. He made quiet groans until he was getting closer to his climax. I don’t know what over took me, but my mouth found his shaft and rapidly went up and down. His groans slightly increased in sound and as I looked up at him I could tell he was trying to contain them.

Then, I felt warm liquid in my mouth. I lifted my mouth up and licked up anything that escaped from it. I swallowed his cum and smiled devilishly. Silently, I sat up and placed my lips on his. His tongue found mine and for the longest time we made out. I was surprised when he started groping my breasts but I enjoyed it.

I broke our kiss and pulled my shirt off. He sat back and stared at me. Hopefully, he liked what he saw. Without warning, he unclasped my bra and instructed me to take the rest off. I followed his command and looked up at him. I could feel wet kisses being trailed up and down my body and he stopped when he got to my breasts. “I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time.”

Pleasure built up as soon as his hot mouth sucked on my hard nipples. Quiet moans occasionally escaped my mouth.

Zac stopped for a moment and then inserted two fingers into my wet pussy. I tried not to moan but I couldn’t help myself. The intense pleasure was all so new to me. I’d never been able to masturbate like this. He quicken the pace and I nearly yelled. His free hand covered my mouth to keep me from moaning too loud.

I tightly closed my eyes as he went even faster. I could feel a climax rip through my body and muffled moans escaped. Zac removed his fingers and started licking my pussy clean; which intensified my orgasm.

He lifted his mouth and stared at me before slowly inserting his cock inside me. He took his time but it still hurt a little. Once all 8 inches of him was buried inside me, he slowly went in and out.

“You have a fucking tight pussy!” he gasped in pleasure.

All I could do was try not to moan loudly. “Fuck me harder!”

His pace quickened and I grabbed his head board. Again, I could feel my pussy tightening around his cock until a wave of ecstasy burst through my body.

He pulled out quickly and sprayed his load all over my sweating body. I spread it all around my body and licked my fingers.We cuddled for a little and then exchanged cell phone numbers.

I knew I should go back downstairs. We both dressed and said our goodbyes, but I knew it wouldn’t be our last time.

She was about 19 at the time when it all started. I have known her since she was 16 she would always flirt with me. At first I never really took any of her childish flirting serious but when she got older the flirting got more intense. She would always ask my wife if she could go with us or stay at our house. My wife never really said anything about the way she would act when she was around me.

When she turned 18 she was well off she had nice full breast and was nice and thick. When she would come over she would always be wearing a low cut or loose shirt and would always bend over giving me a glimpse of her nice cleavage. I have to admit that I was starting to think of this once innocent girl who I watched grow as a sexy women. I remember one day I caught a peek of her turquoise panties sticking out of her pants when she had bent down. I couldn’t hep but wonder what type of panty it was.

One day while I was at work my wife had called and asked if her niece could stay with us while her parents went out of town, sure I replied. When I had gotten home that evening my wife was making dinner and her niece was taking a shower. We had a bathroom that was connected to our bedroom closet and to my surprise when I went to change out of my work uniform I noticed she had left the door cracked. My heart started pounding like it was going to jump out my chest then I heard the shower stop and the curtain open. I could feel my cock starting to swell as the thought of seeing her nude was in my mind. Then it happened she passed in front of he cracked door with nothing on just a quick glimpse I had to see more,I slowly started to walk closer and there she was bending over I could see her puffy pussy lips nice and plump. Then I hear my wife calling me but the whole night as we sat across from each other I couldn’t stop thinking about her pussy.

Well time passed and she got older and one night I went out with some friends an to my surprise we ended up at the same night club she had asked where her aunt was when I told her at home this evil little grin came on her face. The music was going and she asked if I would dance with her we started dancing and she got closer and closer. She started to grind her ass against me cock and it started to swell as I started thinking of all the little things I’ve seen.

She turned to me and whispered that she felt the same way. The night ended I had been drinking shots of patron and feeling a little buzz. When I got outside the club she was standing there she told me she couldn’t find her ride and asked if I could give her a ride to her friends house. We got in the car and started to drive when she said that she has always had a crush on me. Then she reached over an grabbed my crotch and then place my hand on her thigh slowly moving it to her pussy I could feel the plump pussy lips that I had imagined touching for the past year it was nice and moist. I had to have her we pulled over on a small country road she unzipped my pants and gently started rubbing my hard cock she then leaned over and started taking my manhood deep in her throat I had to stop her before I started to cum.

We went and rented a motel room were I could have my way with her she pushed me on the bed and sat on top of me slowly removing her shirt revealing her sheer black bra I could see her nipples were hard and starting playing with her titties she then took her bra off and the nicest tits I ever seen were revealed I had to take control so I rolled over and started taking her pants off and noticed she was wearing turquoise panties. I started tasting her pussy through her panties I could feel her leg getting stiff I was so hard and wet I slipped my fingers in her wet pussy and she gasped . I slowly slipped her panties off and stayed eating what tasted like peaches so sweet I could feel her pussy contracting as I slipped my tongue in and out. I was in heaven I had to be inside her when I stuck my cock in her hot box she arched her back and took me in. I turned her over and began slamming her pussy doggystyle she stopped me and laid me on my back and gave me the ride of my life we both were ready to let go.

She then stopped and laid on her back and started rubbing her clit and to my surprise she started squirting her juices all over the bed, I have never in my life seen this I was so turned on. After she was done she pulled me towards her and started sucking my cock till I blow my load all in her mouth. We then continued fucking and sucking for hours.

I have to say this was my best sexual encounter ever it only happened once
but till this day when at family gatherings she still flirts and smiles and nobody will ever know how close we are. Thanks for reading and for those who want to know this story is true.

My friends call me Pete or Pedey. Some of you will know Kim is my sister. She seemed to turn off boys after her experience at The Pines or, at least, off my friends. Maybe she’d only done what she had with them to have something to brag to her girlfriends about.

I came of age, sexually, the same summer she did. It was on an equally hot day. Kim was out somewhere and my friends and I decided to go to the river by ourselves, planning to swim at Bartons Rock (where there were likely to be other teens) and, in the back of our minds, hoping to get lucky.

In my case, that would be doing anything more than just kiss a girl.

The swimming hole was at the end of a twisting dirt road. There was only a small parking area and it was full when we arrived. I had to stop my mother’s car at the end of a row of other dusty vehicles on the verge beside the tall forest trees.

We all climbed out. There was the fresh smell of countryside and, in the distance, the sounds of splashing, and the hoops and hollers of kids enjoying themselves. The noise was louder than the cackle of cicadas around us.

There were no changing sheds. My friends and I got into our togs standing by the car, not too concerned about the possibility of someone else arriving. There were flashes of male organs and dark pubic hair, and then my friends were ready to walk down the road to the riverbank. “Coming?” Al asked me. The others paused in their tracks. “I’m just going for a leak first.” “Do it in your togs in the river, ” Chandler suggested. “No one’s going to notice.” “You guys go ahead. I won’t be long.”

They took off without further encouragement. Feeling the urge to pee more strongly than ever, I locked the car and then located an offshoot of the track to The Pines. I could have just gone at the edge of the trees and hoped no one came along, but modesty (about peeing at least) made me seek cover further in.

There was a set of rapids between The Pines and Bartons Rock and I could hear the roaring sound of rushing water before I found a patch of suitably dense undergrowth I could use as a barrier behind which to relieve myself. With a sense of urgency, I ducked and pushed my way through it. Unexpectedly, I came out into a small clearing where, just above the ground, a fallen tree was still held up by its broken branches. There were clothes thrown over the prone trunk.

I wasn’t alone – there was a girl. We both froze. Bright sunlight came down through the break in the canopy, lighting her body. It was the loveliest I’d ever dreamt of seeing. She had been using the cover of the surrounding vegetation to change into her swimsuit. It was one-piece and figure hugging. She had it pulled most of the way up, and had been about to put an arm through a shoulder strap. Her breasts were still bare.

She recovered from her surprise, grabbed her towel off the tree trunk, and held it against her chest. We’d instantly recognised each other, being in the same class at school. Her name was Susan. I’d occasionally caught her glancing at me during lessons, seeming interested. I’d wanted to ask her out, but shyness had left me admiring her from afar, unless my sexual fantasies count. She’d been supplanted in them only after I saw Kim naked at The Pines.

I hadn’t wanted to have incestuous feelings about Kim, but the memory of what I’d seen her do was a greater sexual stimulus than anything I could ever imagine. So, yeah, lately I’d jerked off thinking about my own sister instead of Susan.

“Have you been watching me?” The accusation, and the after-image in my head of her naked breasts, made me flush guiltily. “No, ” I said. “Did you follow me from the car park?” I denied that too. “I just came in here by accident.” Her blue eyes took in that I had a towel over one bare shoulder and that my swimming trunks were dry. “Why?” “I needed to …” “What?” Her short, wavy-blonde hair distracted me. “You wanted to do what, ” she persisted. “You know.” Her back stiffened. “I don’t know what boys need to go into the bushes to do.” “Take a leak, ” I blurted, blushing more deeply because I knew what she was implying. “Oh, ” she said, her lips matching the sound. “Sorry I surprised you. I didn’t expect to see anyone.” “But you saw me.” Her eyes got a teasing twinkle in them.

A different urge replaced the one in my bladder; this time it had shifted to my groin. I was alone with the girl of my fantasies. She was wearing a revealing swimsuit and modestly holding a towel over her otherwise bare breasts. She hadn’t screamed when I stumbled on her, nor had she subsequently told me to leave. Either she was sexually experienced (like my sister had seemed to me to be) or, for some other reason, wasn’t scared by the situation she was in. Maybe curiosity had gotten the better of her.

She added, “You could pretend I’m not here and do what you were going to do.” The suggestion was the last thing I’d expected. Maybe she thought I needed that bad to relieve myself. I checked, “You want me to pee in front of you?” Because she was a girl, I ’d softened it from “take a leak”. She was looking at my crotch. Maybe what she really wanted was to see my cock, I figured, or maybe to humiliate me by leaving before I got it all the way out.

“I didn’t say I was going to watch.” Her eyes lifted, “But if I did, you wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?”

Even if the urge came back (much as I wanted it to if she was genuine) I wasn’t sure I could do it in front of a girl – anymore than she could in front of me, I was sure – though the idea made my cock swell even more.

“I wouldn’t tell anyone, ” I heard myself saying. I wondered if the summer heat had affected all the girls of the town the same way. Yet, if she was genuinely attracted to me, it seemed a strange thing for her to want me to do in front of her. Maybe it was just spur of the moment.

“Or maybe you’re too shy, ” she teased me with a grin. I figured it out. “So you were just kidding.” “Perhaps I only wanted to find out what sort of boy you are. Or maybe I might have watched and then sent you on your way.” She looked momentarily coy. We stared at each other until she became disconcerted. “If you’ll turn round now I’ll finish getting my swimsuit on.” “I’d rather watch.” My boldness astounded me. She was inquisitive and direct, responding, “Is that because you like me?” “Very much … for quite awhile.” “Why haven’t you ever asked me out?” “I thought you’d say no.” “I wouldn’t have.” My heart leapt. I didn’t know how to respond.

Susan slowly lowered her towel. “You didn’t just say you liked me because you wanted to see these again?” She looked down at her bare breasts. I found my voice, despite what I was seeing. “No. I really like you. Ever since you arrived at school.” Our eyes met. She knew the effect her exposed tits were having on me, and wasn’t shy about it.

Susan could have been Kim’s double in body size, their breasts equally gorgeous. Emotionally, though, I was reacting differently. Seeing Kim’s tits had been a first-time thrill; having Susan let me see hers meant something more.

Responding to the invitation in her eyes, I crossed the gap between us. Her soft lips met mine. I closed my eyes, shutting out everything except the sensation of the kiss. We parted for breath, stared into each other’s eyes in misty attraction, and then brought our lips together again.

When she put her arms around my neck I was reminded she was only half-dressed. I could feel the softness of bare breasts pressed against my chest. It was the most beautiful sensation I’d experienced in my entire life.

Susan’s lips parted. We stole a breath while almost mouth-to-mouth then plunged back into the heady excitement and passionate emotion of our embrace.

I don’t know how long we kept it up, forgetting anything else. It was Susan who reminded me that tongues could participate too. Our lips were barely touching when her tongue slid between my teeth and touched mine. The tips did a kind of involuntary dance together, wetly twining and curling. Sensations of pleasure and delight washed over me. Her mouth opened wider on mine and her tongue plunged deeper. My arms were already about her and I drew her closer, the bursting bulge in my swim-trunks instinctively seeking contact.

I knew I had found the place it belonged as soon as our private parts touched, cloth to cloth. We mutually gasped in a breath then locked together again, lips open, tongue to tongue, grinding our pelvises together in a close approximation of ecstasy.

“Sus-s-an-n!” It was a male voice calling out. We sprang apart as if someone had jabbed us with a cattle prod. “Sus-s-an-n!” The voice was coming closer, from the path.

Susan was shrugging hurriedly into the straps of her swimsuit. “Who is it, ” I whispered. “The boy I came with.” She put her finger to her lips. I knew then she was not preparing to leave me. We held our breaths. The voice went on by and faded. “He’ll organise a search party if he doesn’t find you, ” I said practically, before I could stop myself. “Didn’t you come with someone?” “Just some other boys. They probably won’t miss me until they’re ready to go.” “Oh.” “Do you like this guy you’re with?” I probably had no right to ask. “It’s a first date.” Her eyes met mine. “I wouldn’t have gone on it if you’d ever asked me out.” Her whispered words made my heart swell with the beginnings of a real attachment for her.

“Sus-s-an-n!” The boy was coming back along the track. “I’ll go and speak to him.” Susan stepped around me, ignoring my stunned reaction. She pushed her way through the undergrowth and shrubbery towards the approaching voice.

A little later Susan emerged back in the clearing, looking serious. “What did you tell him?” “That I wasn’t feeling well and that I was going to lie down for a while out of the sun.” Seeing how beautiful she was (or that was how she seemed to me) I could believe her mystery boyfriend not wanting to fall out with her on a first date by arguing. “Won’t he come back?” I realised we were on borrowed time “No. I said I’d go down to the waterhole once I felt better.” Susan’s look held my gaze. It told how she felt about me.

I watched her lower the straps of her swimsuit then come towards me to sit at my side on the rough bark of the fallen tree. I could see the mounded tops of her breasts when she sat. Only the tips were holding up her swimsuit.

She reached over, took my hand – lifting it as her lips came towards mine – and placed it in the top of her swimsuit. My brain seemed to split in two, half of it aware of her lips corresponding with mine, and the other half devoted to what my hand felt. There was a rubbery nubble surrounded by swelling softness under a cover of velvet skin.

Okay, so no words can really describe it, especially that first time.

My wrist accidentally brushed the top of the swimsuit out of the way, exposing her breast. We stopped kissing and both looked down at where my hand was holding her.

I felt frozen, not knowing what to do next. Then I remembered my friends with their hands on my kid sister’s tits, and how they had manipulated them. I looked into Susan’s eyes and instinct took over, her shallow breathing deepening in response to my touch.

We kissed again. All the time, I was holding her breast, squeezing it gently, the nipple pressing into my palm. I slipped my tongue back into Susan’s mouth. Her tongue retreated coyly. Then it became assertive with mine, pushing it back between her teeth so that just the tips touched in a passionate kiss of their own. We sucked in fresh forest air. Teasing, her tongue pounced on mine. It was oral foreplay like I’d never experienced it before!

As our kiss deepened, she thrust her breast against my hand.

Her eyes were misty as they opened after we came up for another breath. “Play with my nipple, ” she begged. My hand, it seemed, wasn’t the first she’d invited.

Were all girls precocious like Kim, I wondered momentarily.

Going with the flow, I let my fingers draw out to a funnel over the tip of Susan’s breast. Squeezing gently on the nipple, unsure of how much pressure I should use, I drew it outwards. Susan let out a little gasp. “Did I hurt you?” I was suddenly all concern and remorse. “No.” The word quavered. “I liked that.” I kept doing it, feeling her respond and grow between my fingers. I almost felt frustrated when her nipple wouldn’t stand out any further. Then she gently drew my head towards her. I knew what she wanted me to do, and this time she groaned at the first sensations.

While I was sucking her nipple, like a novice Don Juan, my hand found something else to do, exposing her other breast and caressing its tip. Her hand stroked my head, and her chest thrust out, eager for stimulation.

I thought no physical sensation could be more beautiful, and then I felt her other hand push into the waistband of my shorts. It played with my pubic hair. After a few breathless seconds, her fingertips gradually worked downward, making first contact with the stiff base of my cock. They lingered there for a second then drew back, as if suddenly frightened by what they’d touched.

I lifted towards her fingertips, dying to make contact with them again, my mouth still on her nipple but no longer sucking.

The ends of her fingers made contact again. I felt rock-hard where they touched. Her thumb and forefinger explored, testing my girth, then withdrew shyly. Her hand came free of my shorts.

I straightened up and we stared at each other. “Do you want to …” I knew from the way she said it, and looked at me, what she meant. I countered, “Do you?” “I don’t know.” She swallowed. “I haven’t done it before.” My heart leapt to my throat as I admitted, “I haven’t either.” “Do you want me?” My insides lurched. “With all my heart and soul!” I think something happened inside her too, the way her expression changed. I didn’t want to do it just for the sex, and nor did she. I really cared about her.

Our lips met slowly in a tender kiss, her nipples brushing my chest. “You’ll have to show me what to do, ” she said.

I had no idea. Kim hadn’t let the boys go as far as fucking her. Didn’t a girl’s entrance need to be stimulated, somehow, before she could make love, I tried to recall.

My head filled with the picture of my friends licking Kim between the legs after she presented herself to them on her back. I didn’t want to shock Susan by suggesting we go there.

I’d heard some boys claim girls loved having fingers inside them, and sometimes did it to themselves. For a boy, getting them in a girl’s pussy was in the same league as finding the Holy Grail. None of us could imagine vividly beyond that.

Then I remembered Kim had stopped Chandler after he had his finger in her cunt hole. She may not have liked the feel of it, for all I knew, or she may not have wanted to be stimulated any further. Or maybe she just got scared.

I wanted to go back to the familiar joy of kissing Susan and fondling her breasts, but I knew it was time to seek another level of intimacy. I had to do something!

Standing up, I helped Susan off the tree trunk. She stood facing me, looking nervous and holding her swimsuit in case it slipped any further. She wasn’t attempting to cover her breasts though. I just hoped she couldn’t tell how nervous and unsure I was too.

Hiding it, I trampled the undergrowth in front of us then placed our towels side by side over it. She lay down on hers, on her back, and looked up at me. I took off my sandals, standing on one leg then the other, before lying down beside her.

We turned our heads and looked into each other’s eyes. “You can touch me, if you like, ” she said in a little voice.

I wondered if she’d ever said that to anybody else. Jealousy burned inside me for a moment. Then I melted under her gaze, and knew she hadn’t.

I pushed myself up on one elbow, tore my eyes away from the pink nipples on her mounded breasts, and let my gaze drift down to where a triangle of green swimsuit disappeared between her lightly parted thighs.

I bent forward and tentatively let my fingers touch the mounded crest of the triangle. There was springy hair underneath the swimsuit, and hardness when I pushed more firmly – the same hardness I’d felt pressed tightly against me when we stood embracing.

A shiver passed through Susan’s body and made my palm tingle when I felt it.

I looked back at her face. Her lips lifted at the corners in an almost-formed smile of encouragement. Her eyes seemed to shyly say, “Yes.”

I pressed down on her pubic mound, rotating the heel of my hand, unsure if that was what she wanted or not. All I knew was that I was going crazy from the sensation of touching her there.

I noticed her breathing quickening. Then I felt her hand cover mine and push it over the edge. My palm felt incredible softness as her legs magically opened. The sexy, hidden treasure between them was no longer guarded.

Her hand withdrew, leaving mine lightly touching the crotch of her swimsuit, sensing the shape of her private parts underneath.

I became aware she was pushing the top of her swimsuit down over her hips. She exposed her navel then most of her belly, and stopped.

I couldn’t resist the look in her eyes and I kissed her. At the same time, I lifted my hand and cupped one warm breast. She responded hesitantly then with greater passion, groaning into my mouth as my fingers teased her nipple.

She shifted, breaking from the kiss, and then sat up to push the swimsuit the rest of the way down, freeing it by lifting her butt off the towel.

I saw her dark-blonde pubic hair for the first time.

She leant forward and pushed the swimsuit over her knees. From there, she lifted one foot out and used it to kick the garment off her other leg.

She lay back, entirely nude now, watching my eyes adore her.

Even though I’d seen women in “Playboy” – and Kim in the flesh only a month ago – it took nothing away from looking at Susan’s body for the first time without a stitch of clothing on it. She was beautiful and fascinating beyond description!

Her bottom lip trembled. “Do you still want me?” I let my breath out in a rush, “Ever so much!” I couldn’t express how the thought of it caused almost physical pain. “Do you want to … play with me first … down there?” She bobbed her chin towards her belly. My answer must have been in my expression because she parted her thighs and drew her knees higher, opening herself.

I felt frozen and overwhelmed, probably with my mouth agape and looking stupid. “Do you think I look nice … down there?” “There’s no one more lovely!” She smiled, pleased that I’d said it, no longer caring whether it was true or not. “I’m glad you seem to like it so much.”

I realised she wasn’t really wanting me to just look, or to engage me in conversation. She was just chivvying me along.

I remembered her question – do you want to play with me down there first? It rather implied that if I didn’t know what to do, and providing her most intimate parts were being touched, it didn’t really matter.

I sort of recalled that Chandler was kneeling between my sister’s legs when he inserted his finger. It was exciting then – to watch – but in this new context it seemed a disrespectful thing to do. He’d simply poked his finger up as if into the end of a pipe. I didn’t want to do that to Susan.

I just shuffled my position, while I stared soulfully into her blue eyes, and reached out to touch her soft midriff. My hand slid over her tummy and down into the start of her crisp pubic hair, caressing her in the same way she had first caressed me.

The enormity of the thought that I was actually touching a girl’s pussy fur bounced around inside my head like an electronic pinball, shooting hot darts of pleasure into my groin. I thought I could hear the ching-ching-ching of each contact with my skull.

Susan’s hips swayed, pushing her pelvis against my hand eagerly. Her eyes told me how aware she was of where I was touching her. If I went any further, I felt certain I’d make a fool of myself. Just having my hand where it was seemed the ultimate! It was giving me more pleasure than I’d ever imagined anything could.

But she’d said, “Play with me.” How did you play with a girl’s thing? How did you make sure you were giving her pleasure too?

I let my fingers slide down through the hair because it seemed the only thing to do. Her body tensed, and I knew nobody else had ever had his hand where mine was heading. She had no experience to compare my attempts with, no matter how fumbling I might be.

I had some idea of her genital anatomy from pictures of shaved pussy I’d seen in magazines. I anticipated the relative position and shape of her outer labia as my fingertips separated and slid onto them. I knew that a girl’s slit (and I did not dare touch Susan’s yet) not only separated her two labia but also enclosed smaller lips and, somewhere low down, the entrance to her vagina. I’d heard the word “clit” bandied about as well, and I knew it was some part of a girl’s pussy that gave her special pleasure – but I could never figure out, from the porn photos, which part it was in all the intricate pink parts that showed when a model was holding herself open.

Through the fur, my fingertips touched the bottom of her labia.

Susan was still tensed, and I was holding my breath. I brought my fingertips together and tentatively drew them back up. I could feel a barrier of hairs, and sense a groove underneath it.

Susan’s eyes had gone wider. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

With my index finger, I traced the line of the depression upwards, and then slid two fingers back down together, trying to part the hair to either side. I found a spot that felt matted and wet, and instinctively concentrated there. The wetness was slippery, and the hair parted as if oiled. My fingertips touched something yielding that was softer than velvet.

The tension in Susan’s body melted away. The part of it I was touching was opening wider under my fingertips. I explored, encountering firm, lubricated flesh.

Susan began trying to slip the ring of her tight entrance on two of my fingers at once – as hard as I was endeavoring, without hurting her, to push them into the hidden depths beyond. She was breathing deeply in a jerky kind of way and her eyes had closed.

The entrance ring yielded gradually, seeming to grow more elastic, and then I was through, my fingers slipping into a yielding sheath that was squishy with wetness.

I was feeling Susan up!

She moaned softly as my palm came up against her pubic mound and my extended fingers investigated everything they could reach inside her. All the time, her entrance was opening wider, letting me further in.

As I stared at Susan’s lovely face a strange sensation came over me – I felt I was going gooey inside, as if all my internal organs had turned to marshmallow. It was incredible what she was letting me do – so overwhelmingly intimate!

Her eyes fluttered open and I melted even more. I exclaimed, overcome, “You’re amazing!”

“Make love to me!”

Her cunt muscles were expelling my fingers. She sat up, pushing me onto my back before starting to pull down the waistband of my shorts. My cock shot up, released as the elastic cleared it. She stared for a long moment and then finished taking off my swim-trunks with my eager help. Straddling my legs – all nude and beautiful – she made me begin to feel how it was to die and go to heaven. Her lovely blue eyes on mine, she reached between her legs to find the shaft of my penis, grasped it, and then guided it to her entrance. Before I could even think about what was happening, she was lowering herself onto the blunt point, enclosing it in juicy softness. I felt the same muscular ring as my fingers had, and momentary resistance, then my cock slid through.

My heart felt as if it had stopped beating and was going to burst, all my nerve endings as if they were concentrated in the one part of my body that was intimately wrapped by hers.

Involuntarily, I started thinking about hymens, wondering if I’d pierced hers as she came down on me. Would she start bleeding? Would the after-pain be more than she could bear? I’d heard the first-time horror stories. I tensed and froze.

“It’s all right, ” she said. “I tore mine a few years ago playing netball.” It was as if our intimate sexual link had let her read my mind. Either that, or she wanted to convince me she was still a virgin in every other way but one.

She lowered her head to kiss me. As her lips touched mine, she let her hips sink down, a reserve of elasticity allowing her to take me all the way up. I felt as if I was part of her, as if our flesh had merged.

My hands, on her back, were stroking its bareness as I responded to her kiss. She broke from the embrace, her breasts lifting to lightly touch my chest, and stared down into my eyes.

Still braced on her arms, she began moving her hips. I felt the taut ring around my cock sliding up the shaft. Just when I thought the head was going to pop out, she slid herself down again. I almost came. I had to fight the burning itch, in some hidden vessel connecting my balls and penis, to gush into her.

Somehow, she understood – perhaps she could see a struggle in my eyes, though I thought they were busy just adoring her – and she stayed still.

The urgent throbbing at the base of my cock ebbed. Then the stretched-tight ring moved up again, causing sensations that were pure magic. When it came down it seemed to go on forever. Her pubic hair merged with mine, her pubic bone grinding against me. The tip of my penis settled in some unyielding space deep inside her.

The next time her hips came down towards me, I thrust up instinctively. She groaned and stopped moving lower. I took over, bridging the space between us by lifting my hips, tightening my butt to plunge all the way in, and then semi-relaxing to pull part way out of her again.

Her gorgeous cunt started gripping my cock as it moved inside her. I made passionate thrusts only a further three or four times before I felt uncontrollable sensations in my groin boiling over. A flood of heat channeled through my loins. Then my cock was jerking, spurting into Susan. She gave a little gasp and sank onto me, grinding her pubic bone wildly.

My hands grasped her soft butt cheeks, holding her on my cock, my hips thrusting up. She bucked and rode me. My cock had gone numb. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, and then her back arched. Her breath came out in a long, drawn out sigh. She collapsed on my chest and we lay together.

Between her legs, I felt my limp cock being progressively expelled until it flopped out like a slippery eel.

I realised we were both panting. She rolled off me onto her back, with my arm under her shoulders. I wanted to kiss her lips then her nipples and, more crazily, between her legs. But I lay exhausted, recovering.

Do you still like me?“ Her voice was almost plaintive. I turned my head towards her and it just came out, "I love you!” “I love you too!” Her eyes were warm with emotion, and she twisted over to come into my arms. Her beautiful nude body pressed against me. My cock felt a damp wetness where it touched her. “I’ll always love you, ” she vowed before her lips found mine. A passionate kiss sealed our new commitment to each other.

It was the start of the longest and most beautiful teenage relationship in my life.

“Do you want to touch it?”

My best friend stands in front of me, his hard cock arc-ing above the waistband of his boxers. He takes a step towards me, and it bobs up and down.

I suppose this should feel weird. We know each other so well that we’re practically brother and sister. And although I had always hoped that my first time would be with someone I loved and trusted, I never thought it would be with him. But here he is, with his dick standing up hard for me, and I want him too.

I’ve only ever seen hard dicks on the Internet. They look massive and exaggerated. I stare at my best friend’s cock, and it’s not as intimidating as what I’ve seen online. Still, I find myself wondering how it’s ever going to fit.

“Go ahead. Touch it.”

I reach tentatively towards him and let my fingers travel along his skin. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I am surprised at the silkiness of it.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft a little uncertainly. It feels warm and heavy in my hand. I slide my hand up and back down. My best friend shivers. I take a firmer grip and make the same motion again and he lets out an uneven throaty breath. I smile. I continue to stroke him. I like the feel of his cock in my hand.

“Your cock is nice,” I say shyly. “I like touching it.”

He smiles. He has had many lovers and his confidence is obvious.

I kneel in front of him and let my hand move down to his balls. I feel the weight of them. He lets out a moan and I jerk my hand away.

“No. That felt good,” my best friend whispers as he guides my hand back. I squeeze gently and he moans again.

His cock bobbles inches from my face. I take hold of it and stroke it a couple of times. I know guys like to have their dicks sucked and I wonder what his tastes like. I lean forward and cautiously lick the tip with my tongue. My best friend inhales sharply. I look up at him and he nods at me to continue. I flick my tongue out again and take a longer taste. He tastes salty.

Gathering confidence, I take the head into my mouth. I don’t know what to do, so at first I suck it tentatively, like a Tootsie Pop. Then I try sucking on his cock like a Popsicle, moving my mouth up and down. Finally, I try swirling my tongue around the top and down the shaft.

“Oh god,” my best friend shudders and makes a choking sound. “You’re going to make me come.”

Abruptly, he pulls me up and leads me by the hand towards the couch. He undoes the button at the waistband of my shorts, tugs them down over my hips, and tosses them to the floor.

I tremble as his hands slide under my t-shirt. His hands caress my skin, gliding over my ribs. He pulls the garment up and over my head. And all at once, I am overcome with shyness.

My best friend has never seen me without clothes. Suddenly I am worried that he won’t like what he sees. My body is more boy than girl. Years of track and field in high school and college have left me with a figure that is lean, toned, and athletic. But while my tummy is enviably flat, I have no real curves to speak of. I am a late bloomer and I feel like an ugly duckling.

I move to cover up, but my best friend takes my hand and makes me turn slowly in a circle in front of him. I can feel him appraising me as he looks at me from all angles. When I come back around to face him, he licks his lips.

“I like your lacy panties,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I bite my lip and giggle nervously.

He draws me down onto the couch and lies beside me. I can feel the rigid heat of his hard cock pressing insistently against my thigh. He strokes my bare legs.

“You should never feel shy about your body,” he whispers. His voice is husky. “You look amazing.”

He strokes my belly and lets his hands drift lower. I trace the muscles on his back as he slides his hands under the elastic of my panties. I feel his fingers graze the growing wetness between my legs. He dips a finger into the moisture and lightly rubs the hard nub of my clit. The feeling is so intense, I try to push him away and pull him closer all at the same time.

He pushes my panties down now, and I gladly kick free of them. He spreads my legs wide and reaches between them once more. His fingers find my clit again and he teases and strokes it skillfully. I writhe beneath him. Slowly he presses a finger into my slick aching pussy. My body arcs towards him. When he carefully eases a second finger inside, I whimper and clutch at his shoulders. My best friend laughs softly and murmurs soothingly as he slides his fingers in and out.

“Please…” I whisper, not really knowing what I need.

My best friend sits up and pulls me onto his lap. I am straddling him and he positions his cock at my slippery opening. He maneuvers me onto him, letting me guide the speed of his entry. I feel my body contract around his hard cock. It feels enormous.

“My god. You’re so tight,” my best friend whispers hoarsely.

“No,” I gasp. “You’re too big.”

He eases me up almost off his cock and gently lowers me for a second time. He penetrates deeper. I let out a soft cry. My body stretches somewhat uncomfortably to accommodate him. My pussy relaxes and clenches around his cock. I am sure that he won’t fit. He guides me up and down again and enters me more deeply still. Once more, and I let out a groan that is half a sob as I feel him fill me completely.

I sit motionless for a moment, feeling my best friend’s cock snug inside me. The muscles of my pussy constrict and flutter around him. His hands firmly grip my waist. He begins to guide me with his hands and I begin to rock and move in his lap. I slide up and down on my best friends cock, feeling him fill me again and again. I find a rhythm and rock back and forth while his hands rove all over my body. He cups my small firm breasts and strokes my back. And he hugs me to him as I grind against him.

I wriggle faster and faster in his lap until he gasps that he won’t be able to hold on any more. My breath is coming in tiny gulps and I stammer that I won’t be able to either.

With that, my best friend pushes me onto my back and kneels between my legs. He grips my hips and plunges into me again and again. It feels as though the room is whirling. He drives himself deep into me and when we come, it feels like a wave is breaking over me. My body arches as I gasp and shudder. I wrap my legs around my best friend’s waist and pull him deeper inside me. My pussy contracts and pulses around his cock as I buck against him. He jerks and goes rigid and I feel him explode inside me, thrusting deep.

My best friend collapses onto me and we lie there catching our breaths. When he rolls off me, I feel his cum spill out of me. He strokes my hair and asks if I’m okay. I smile and nod.

I tell him that I hope things won’t get weird between us and he laughs and assures me that it doesn’t have to. Then he tells me I have a lot of potential, and I let out a naughty giggle.

I fall asleep happy, knowing that we will be able to share more times like this and I realize that I might never be able to get enough of my best friend’s cock.

Grace Newell tugged at the strap of her black singlet and let out a sigh. She couldn’t believe she was actually going through with this. She rapped her knuckles against the door and took a step back. Her heart thudded so loud the beats pounded in her ears.

She smoothed her hands over her denim skirt and turned to gaze at the quiet street. Sunlight bounced off the windshield of her parked car. A dog barked in the distance and the smell of a barbecue wafted on the wind.

The breeze lifted her blonde hair. She flattened her palm against her churning stomach, closed her eyes and concentrated on deep breaths. As the seconds ticked by, she considered the wisdom of running away and pretending this had never happened.

It was a stupid idea anyway – really stupid. Grace opened her eyes and took a step towards the edge of the porch. She bit her lip and hesitated, the pull to disappear just as strong as the urge to stay.

Her stomach dipped. The door swung open at her back, making her decision for her.

“Horse Face, what brings you here?”

Grace summoned the courage to turn and look into the blue eyes of Tom Jackson, her best friend Alison’s older brother. The rumpled state of his coffee-coloured hair gave the impression he’d just climbed out of bed - at two in the afternoon. His muscled arm rested on the door frame above his head and the breeze caressed the dark hairs sprinkled across his chest. He wore black boxer briefs and nothing else. No matter how long she stood here, Grace knew she’d never tire of looking at him.

She sighed inwardly at his ability to always ruin the moment by speaking. “It’s Grace, Tom. It’s always been Grace.” He’d given her the annoying nickname back when she’d worn braces and kept her long hair in a ponytail. She’d changed over the years – considerably - but he’d never seemed able to lose that image of her as an awkward teenager. She elbowed her way past him and stalked into the house.

She dropped her purse and keys onto the hall table and turned to take in the living room. Her hazel eyes swept over the coffee table littered with wine glasses and empty beer cans, the beige couch with a pair of jeans draped over the back. She knew Tom had invited his family over last night to celebrate his recent promotion at work. Being a family of seven, their nights often turned into rowdy ones.

The door clicked closed behind her. Grace flinched at the finality of the sound. She paced the wooden floorboards and nibbled her thumbnail, then yanked her hand away when she remembered she’d given up the habit years ago.

“ Gracie, stop for a minute.” Tom snagged her elbow and turned her toward him. “What’s going on? Is something wrong with Alison?”

“No. What?” Grace blinked. “No. She’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with her.”

Tom released his hold on her. “Why are you here then? You never come by without her.”

“I had to see you on my own. You can't….please don’t tell her about this.” Grace covered her face with her hands. She massaged her forehead and took a couple of fortifying breaths. Was she really going to do this? “I have a question to ask you.”

“Must be a good one. You can’t even look at me.”

Grace forced her hands away and met his eyes. He’d moved over to the couch and sat on the edge with his hands dangling between his knees. His watchful eyes followed her every movement.

She huffed out a breath. “I’m just going to come out with it, okay?”

“That’s usually the best way.” He waggled his thumb at the empty space beside him. “Do you want to take a seat? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Grace shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I just really need to say this.” Her heart hammered and the pressure built inside her until the idea of telling him almost became appealing. “Tom…I’m a virgin.”

He leaned back against the couch and clasped his hands behind his head. Amusement glimmered in his eyes and a lazy smile played about his lips. “Gracie, with your uptight, highly strung personality, I’d never have guessed.”

A flush warmed her cheeks. “I knew you’d react this way.”

“Then why did you tell me?” He kept his eyes on her.

It took some effort, but Grace managed to push her embarrassment aside and approach the coffee table. She shoved a couple of empty beer cans out of the away and perched on the edge facing him. Her attention flickered to the living room window. She briefly considered crashing through the glass to make her escape. “We’ve known each other a long time. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about-”

“Stop stalling.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He stroked her leg with his fingertips. “Out with it.”

Grace blew the hair from her eyes and glanced down at her hands. “The thing is, Tom…”

“Yes, Gracie.”

“I want you to take my virginity.”

The sudden silence weighed heavily in the room. Grace held her breath and trained her attention on her fingernails. Now it was out there, there was no taking it back. She waited for him to laugh, to ridicule her, but nothing happened. “You’re not saying anything.” She glanced up and saw his guarded expression. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Jesus, Gracie, I’m in shock.” Tom dragged a hand down his face. “You can’t just throw it out there like that.”

“You told me to!” She pressed her lips together and focused on staying calm. “I just want to get it out of the way. I’m twenty-three years old. I’m sick of having this hanging over my head.”

His eyes passed over her. “I’m sure you could find plenty of men willing to help you out with your ‘problem’.”

“I don’t want just any man.” Grace chewed her lower lip. She closed her eyes and held her breath for a moment. When her gaze met his again, she found some of her courage had returned. “I want you.”

Tom cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Why?”

“I want my first time to be amazing.” She saw the heat flare in his eyes and it gave her hope. “I know with you it will be.”

“I’d ask if you were serious, but in all the time I’ve known you I’ve never heard you crack a single joke.”

Grace slapped her palms on her knees and pushed herself up to stand. “I knew it was a risk asking you a question like this. I half expected you to say no.” She stepped over his bare feet and forced her shoulders back. “I was an idiot to even ask.”

Tom gripped her wrist as she passed by, tugging firmly enough to bring her back a step. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”

Grace felt her breath catch. “You’ll help me out?”

“Yeah, it’ll be a real chore. I’d like to say I’m the type of guy who wouldn’t take advantage of a woman in your situation, but who would I be kidding?” He fought a losing battle to keep the smile off his face. “I can’t believe my life has come to this.”

Grace yanked her wrist free from his grasp and scowled at him. “This is one of the reasons I chose you; your ability to have sex and move on as if nothing happened - also because you annoy me enough I’m not likely to develop any feelings for you.”

Tom stood and flicked his fingertip down her nose. “You underestimate my appeal, Gracie.” He propped his hands at his waist and looked her over. “So, are we doing this now, or did you come here to make an appointment?”

She raised her eyes to the ceiling and blew out a loud breath. “I’m beginning to wonder why I came here at all.”

Tom laughed and gave her upper arm a quick rub. “Why don’t we just get it over with?” He intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled gently.

Despite her better judgement, Grace gave in and followed behind him.

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She discovered his bedroom was filled with modern, masculine furniture. Sunlight crept around the edges of the closed drapes, giving the room a pale, muted glow. The bed was unmade, she’d expected that, but everything else had its own little place. A faint smile shaped her lips as she glanced around at his things. She’d never had cause to be in here before. It made her feel closer to him.

Grace wandered over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. She flicked off her sandals and curled her toes into the beige rug. The sound of running water pounded on the other side of the ensuite door. Her leg jiggled and queasiness settled in her stomach.

“You could join me, you know.” Tom’s deep voice echoed in the shower stall.

Grace shook her head at the humour in his tone. “I think I’ll just wait here,” she called back.

“Suit yourself.”

She smiled absently and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. The navy linen looked cool and inviting. She knew the pillows would smell of him. Grace nibbled on her lower lip and weighed up her options. Should she undress and climb in, or wait until he came out of the shower? She decided lying naked under the covers appealed to her more than sitting here growing increasingly nervous.

Grace stood and moved into the centre of the room. She drew a breath, crossed her arms over her body and tugged at the hem of her singlet. As the bundle of black cotton fell from her fingertips, she tried not to dwell on the sexual experience his former girlfriends must have had, or worry too much about her awkwardness killing the mood.

She adjusted the strap on her black bra and peered at herself in the dressing table mirror. Her breasts swelled above the intricate lace cups. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation and her stomach muscles contracted with each quick breath. She gathered her hair in a thick bundle and shook it out behind her.

Grace unsnapped the button on her skirt and hooked her fingers in the waistband. She pushed it down her thighs and stepped from the puddled denim. Dressed only in her bra and a pair of black lace panties that rode low on her hips, she gazed at her reflection. With the unfamiliar room at her back, it almost felt like she was watching someone else.

She blew out a controlled breath and reached behind her to unsnap the clasp on her bra. The flimsy material slackened across her chest. She slid the straps down her arms, letting the bra drop from her dangling fingertips. Cool air whispered over her skin.

Grace closed her eyes and tried to imagine how Tom’s hands would feel roaming her body, touching places only she had touched; his weight pressing down on her, his hardness pushing into her. She tentatively stroked her nipples, sighing when they tightened beneath her touch.

She knew Tom would do everything possible to make this moment pleasurable for her. The knowledge stirred a deep longing inside her. Grace grew bolder and smoothed her palms over her breasts, lifting and massaging the tender flesh.

Her hand slipped over warm skin and textured lace. She trailed her fingers between her thighs, knowing that soon his fingers would be there, teasing, stroking. She knew what it was like to reach that sensual peak, to feel control slip away. It would be different letting Tom take that control from her.

Her head tipped back and she breathed softly. She wanted this, it thrilled her to realise - she wanted him . If she could just push aside her anxiety, everything would be perfect.

“I’m actually at a loss for words.”

Her eyes shot open at the sound of Tom’s voice. Embarrassment washed over her as she spun around to face him. No matter how much her fingers itched to protect her modesty, Grace forced her hands to stay at her sides. “I didn’t know you were there.”

“I know.” He stood in the open doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair in disarray. His eyes flickered over her. “That’s what made it so damn sweet.”

Grace felt her cheeks grow hot. Gone was the teasing expression she’d grown so used to over the years. Gone was the laughter in his eyes. His jaw clenched as he walked toward her. She watched him approach, taking in every detail so she could relive this moment later on in her mind. When he stopped before her, she drew in a shuddering breath.

He reached out his hand and stroked the hollow at the base of her throat. His eyes met hers and he ran his fingertips lightly between her breasts, trailing further down to her navel. His touch was so soft it barely registered, so intense it left shivers in its wake. “You’re stunning,” he said.

She pressed her lips together to stop them trembling. “Thank you,” she whispered. Her forehead was level with his jaw and she had to tip her chin to meet his gaze. “You’ll have to tell me what to do, teach me what you like. I really don’t know what-”

“Grace.” Tom clasped her face in his hands, brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear. “Relax.”

She sighed at the calm assurance in his tone. He encircled her in the strength of his arms, holding her close, his fingers flexing against her spine. She drew in the scent of him. She’d never been so turned on by the simple smell of soap before.

His mouth moved over her throat, dropping lingering kisses here and there. “You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and leaned against him. “I know you will.”

He cupped the back of her head, nibbled her lower lip. He flicked his tongue over the closed seam of her mouth. Now his arms were around her, Grace found it wasn’t all that difficult to let go of her unease. She linked her fingers at the back of his neck. She pressed her lips to his to feed the desire welling inside her.

Tom made a small hum of approval. His mouth moved with hers in a kiss so slow and thorough her body loosened and melted against him. Her tongue ventured inside his mouth. He groaned and shoved his fingers into her hair. His other hand swept down her back to curve over her rear. He pressed her to him, rubbing her firmly against his erection.

Grace closed her eyes at the sensation, pulling her mouth from his to explore the line of his jaw with her lips. She kissed his throat, nuzzled his stubble covered chin. She discovered a sensitive spot behind his ear that made him shudder. It pleased her that despite her inexperience, she could still do that to him.

“More.” He breathed the single word against her cheek and dragged her lips back to meet his. His tongue plunged inside her willing mouth, caressing and exploring the moist depths. He slipped his hand under her heavy fall of hair, cradling the back of her neck as he slid his lips over hers. His cock pressed snugly between them, a tantalising promise of things to come.

Grace whimpered as she clung to him, overwhelmed by his passion. They were so close she could feel his heart race against her chest. She swept her hands over the muscles of his back, wanting to touch every part of him.

He tore his mouth from hers, breathing heavily as he gazed at her. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Grace skimmed her hands over his chest and smiled uncertainly. “I know how you feel.”

Tom looked at her for one long, breath-stealing moment. He kissed her hard and quick, then urged her around until her back was pressed against his chest. They both faced the mirror and her smile disappeared as she blinked at the image staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen and pink. Her eyes had a wild look about them. He’d wrapped his arm around her waist and her breasts jutted upwards over his hard flesh.

She’d never seen this woman before.

“Look at you.” Tom swept her hair aside and licked the back of her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful.”

He ran his hands over her flat belly in slow, hypnotising circles. Grace watched the movements as if in a dream. Her skin warmed under his touch and her nipples hardened almost painfully, desperate for his attention. She saw the way his eyes had darkened with need, noticed the steely line of his jaw as he held his desire in check.

He cupped her breasts, running his palms lightly across her nipples. Her mouth parted and a soft moan slipped free. He massaged her flesh with firm strokes, lifting and pushing her breasts together. The sight of his tanned, masculine hands cupping and caressing her with such care almost pushed her over the edge. He thumbed her nipples, pinching the buds gently until she cried out.

Tom continued his ministrations on her breast while his other hand slid down her belly. His fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties. Grace held her breath as their gazes meshed in the mirror. Although she knew what was coming, it didn’t stop her from jolting against him when he cupped her pussy. Her back arched and she bit her lip. She’d never been touched by a man so intimately before.

“Gracie,” he said, “You feel wonderful; so soft and smooth.” He held his hand still and kissed her neck.

It didn’t take her long to start moving against him. He massaged her gently. He pushed his finger through her lips, sliding it up and down the length of her, spreading her moisture in agonizingly slow strokes. She knew without touching herself how wet she’d become, how wet he’d made her.

She unconsciously pressed her arse harder against him. Her pussy ached for more. He groaned and dipped his finger inside her. Grace closed her eyes and let her head drop forward. Her blonde hair swept over her shoulders, draping around her in a silky curtain. “Oh, Tom…that’s…” She couldn’t put into words the feelings he stirred in her – not just the touch of his hands; his presence, his strength, the knowledge he’d keep her completely safe.

He moved his attention to her clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud. She jerked softly and sighed out his name.

“Look at me, Grace,” he said. His voice was husky and deep, thick with desire.

She lifted her head and shoved her hair from her face. Grace met his eyes and leaned back on him. Her hips rocked against his hand. Her lips parted as pleasure raced through her.

She raised her arms and clasped her fingers behind his neck. The change in position caused her breasts to rise and her nipples to thrust out proudly. The intensity built until her belly tightened and her legs grew weak. His fingers moved over her with such ease she knew it wouldn’t take long.

Grace’s breaths grew heavy as they panted from her. She could feel the bulge of his cock against her lower back. She was on the verge of begging him to put it inside her. He rubbed her moisture over and around her clit, his fingers sliding through her wetness. Sensation grew inside her until she didn’t think she could take any more. “Tom…I'm…”

“Let go,” he whispered against her ear.

That was all it took in the end, the sound of his voice coaxing her toward orgasm. Her hips bucked against his hand. She wanted to double over at the intensity. He held her firmly upright as their eyes met in the mirror. She strained against his hold and let out a long, low groan through clenched teeth. It ripped through her, so powerful her legs would have buckled if he hadn’t been supporting her.

He kept rubbing, extracting the final few tremors from her. She gripped his forearm and whimpered as the waves subsided. His fingers grazed her sensitive clit as he pulled his hand from her panties. Grace shuddered and turned in his arms. “That was amazing.” She swept her hair back and fought to catch her breath as her eyes flickered over his face.

“God, you turn me on, Gracie. Watching you, touching you…I almost lost it when you came.”

Grace basked in the warmth of his gaze, her body glowing with the pleasure he’d given her. He dipped his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shoved them over her hips. She stepped from the bundle and her arms wound around his neck as he walked her lazily backward. He swept his fingers down her side and skimmed over her breast. His mouth captured hers, stifling her moan of pleasure.

He pulled her close and let his lips roam languidly over hers, building the fire inside her all over again. As Grace took the opportunity to rid him of his towel, her reaction to him suddenly registered. She’d never expected it to be like this. She’d been prepared for awkwardness, for her inexperience to lessen the moment. Tom didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

He rested his knee on the bed. His palm curved around the back of her neck as he lowered her to the mattress. Grace scooted backwards against the cool sheets until her head met the pillow. Tom leaned over her and planted his hands either side of her body.

He took a moment to drink in the view of her. Her nipples tightened and her skin heated under his gaze. Her body shifted restlessly beneath him until desire and curiosity got the better of her. Grace’s eyes darted down his body, to the pulsing shaft between his thighs. Her cheeks flushed at the sight. “I want to touch it, Tom,” she said.

He straddled her and ran his fingertips from her neck down to her belly. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over her nipple. A sudden smile broke across his face. “Touch what?” he asked, raising his brows.

Grace closed her eyes. He understood full well what she meant. For some reason he wanted her to say it. “Your cock,” she said softly, building the courage to look at him again.

His elbows came to rest either side of her head. His chest brushed hers as he pressed a kiss to her lips. “Do you have any idea how appealing you are right now?” he asked. He moved his mouth over her throat, licked the lobe of her ear. “Anywhere, Gracie. Touch me anywhere.”

She smiled. She looked into his eyes and spread her palms over his chest, enjoying the crinkling of hair under her fingertips. She caressed his nipples, taking pleasure in the tremor that ran through him. “I like your body, Tom. Always have.”

He took her mouth with gentle abandon, pressing his tongue against hers. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for years,” he said against her lips.

“Really?” Grace let her palms glide over his stomach as he hovered above her. His muscles clenched beneath her fingers. She loved the way every small touch garnered a reaction. “I never would’ve guessed. You’ve always been such a pain.”

“What can I say?” Tom dipped his head and licked her nipple. “You bring out the best and worst in me.” His breath was warm against her skin. He drew her nipple between his lips, suckling on the tender bud.

Her mouth dropped open and her hips slowly undulated. She followed the line of dark hair down his stomach until her hands wrapped around him. His groan of appreciation vibrated against her breast. He was hot and hard. He gave a shallow thrust into her palm and tugged on her nipple with his lips.

The breath caught in her throat. The skin of his shaft was silky smooth. She ran her fingertips along the length of him and tentatively stroked his balls. Moisture dotted the head of his cock. Grace used her thumb to spread the slick droplets. “Am I…am I doing this right?”

He lifted his head and nipped at her lower lip. “You’re doing everything right,” he said. He lowered his body until his chest pressed against hers and her breasts flattened under his weight. “You’re perfect.”

She smoothed her hands over his back as tenderness swelled inside her. He pressed his lips to hers and sank his hands in her hair. His tongue flickered over hers, tasting and retreating, only to dip back inside again. His erection nudged her belly. She writhed beneath him.

Grace parted her thighs and moaned against his mouth when he settled between them. His cock probed her warm entrance. She wedged her hand between their bodies and touched him again. She loved the feel of him, the heat, the silky skin. Her fingers encircled his thick length and realisation had her brows drawing together. “Are you going to hurt me?” she asked.

Tom pulled back from her. He kissed the frown from her forehead. “I’ll try my very best not to.” He slid a condom from the drawer in the bedside table and tore it from the wrapper. Grace watched as he leaned back on one elbow and smoothed it over his shaft. He positioned himself back between her thighs and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. “You okay?”

She nodded. “I just want you inside me.”

He groaned. “Gracie, I can’t get enough of you.” Tom captured her mouth with his. His lips moved over hers patiently, thoroughly, stirring chaos inside her. She swept her hands down his back, curving them over his arse. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, making her hips move and her breath catch as he slid inside her just a little. He moved his attention to her breast, working her nipple into a taut, aching peak with his thumb.

He pulled her hands up beside her head, interlacing his fingers with hers against the pillow. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. “You’re sure?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles at his lower back. “Yes.”

Tom squeezed her hands and plunged inside her.

She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut. She expanded around him as he drove deep, filling her completely. Tears leaked from her closed lids. His shaft was suddenly embedded within her, sheathed in her warmth. He stilled his movements, resting against her. His chest hair grazed her nipples, his fingers tightened reflexively in hers. She felt his tongue touching her tears, heard his restrained breaths as he tried to control his own needs.

She opened her eyes and saw the concern in his. He kissed her softly as his hips began a slow, rocking motion. “Did I hurt you?”

Grace pulled her hands from his and wiped the moisture from her face. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“You were very brave.” Tom gave her a solemn look, but she could see the humour hiding behind it. He leaned on his elbow and wrapped his other arm around her. He pulled her close while he thrust gently. “Does my cock feel good inside you?”

“Mmm…yes.” She looked into his eyes while his hips pumped against hers. “Does it feel good for you?”

He gave a hard thrust that had her mouth dropping open. “You have no idea, Gracie.”

He stroked her hair, kissed her lips. He whispered words of encouragement to her, all the while invading her body with his hot length. Grace was swept away with the pleasure of it all. His hair-coarsened skin grazed her softness. His rasping stubble made her feel so feminine. Her every sense was heightened.

He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and kissed her throat. His cock withdrew almost all the way and plunged back inside her. Grace tilted her head on the pillow and gasped. The gentle pumping of his hips made her moan; his powerful thrusts made her stomach flutter and pleasure streak through her.

She had a suspicion he was holding back, taking it slow for her benefit. She could feel it in his bunched muscles and his strained breaths against her neck. “Can you…can you do it harder?”

He kissed the underside of her jaw, flicked his tongue over her chin. He dipped his hands into the sides of her hair and held her still. “You want me to fuck you?” His eyes met hers and a corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy little smile.

The deep tone of his voice sent a shiver running through her. Her nipples tightened. Grace barely recognised the breathy whisper that came next. “Yeah, I do.”

He groaned and rested his forearms either side of her head. He ground his hips against her. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Tom pressed a kiss to her brow and shoved his length hard inside her. “Tell me when to stop.”

She slid her hands along his back, hooking them over his shoulders. “I won’t.”

He spoke softly against her ear. “I like a challenge,” he said. With that he scooped her rear in his palm and lifted her slightly from the mattress. He raised his chest from hers and braced himself on one hand. Tom looked into her eyes and drove his cock inside her.

Grace felt her back bow with the pressure. Pain was replaced by the most intense pleasure. She tipped her chin and cried out. She pulled her hands from around him and swept her palms over her breasts. Grace caressed her nipples, rubbing her fingertips over the hardened buds. Her body jolted with the strength of his thrusts.

“You like that, Gracie?” He watched her closely. Through the haze of pleasure it dawned on her that he was keeping a close eye on her, looking for any signs of discomfort.

“Yes.” The breaths panted out of her. She turned her head restlessly on the pillow and pushed her breasts together, teasing her nipples.

“You want more?”

Her body twisted and she let out a loud moan when he altered the angle of his thrusts.

“I guess that answers my question,” he said. Tom settled back on his haunches and slid his hands up her thighs. He gripped her waist and pulled her back against him to meet each glide of his pumping hips.

She met his gaze. The intensity of the eye contact alone almost made her lose what little control she had left. Her hand drifted down her belly, fingers dipping into her heat. She caressed the place where their bodies joined, enjoying the feel of his slippery cock as it plunged and retreated.

“You’re gonna make me come doing that.” Tom’s mouth curved in a half smile. His fingers dug into her hips and tension gathered in his forearms.

She felt proud of herself for some strange reason. Grace returned his smile and rubbed her fingertip over her engorged clit, sliding through her wetness. An ache built inside her, gaining pressure until she felt she would burst. Her limbs tightened. She flicked her nipple and stroked her clit. Her lips parted and she watched him through half-closed lids. A vein pulsed in his neck and his jaw clenched tightly.

Grace arched her back and pushed hard against him. Her hips lifted from his hands and she let out a long, guttural moan as her body convulsed.

“Oh, Christ.” Tom leaned back over her, pressing his body along the length of hers. “You sexy, sexy woman.” He crushed his mouth to hers as she shuddered beneath him. He kept her in place with his arms braced either side of her. His continuing thrusts drew aftershocks that left her weak. Grace wrapped her legs around him and gripped his forearms. He let loose then, the breath shaking from his nose as he kept his mouth joined with hers. She felt the pulsing of his cock as he thrust hard and emptied himself inside her. His body tensed for one long moment and he groaned deep in his throat.

His limbs suddenly turned to water and he collapsed on top of her. His stomach clenched against hers as he drew in air.

Grace leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling. She swept her hair from her forehead and stroked his back while her pulse settled. Her body felt used…in a very good way. Relaxed and languid. She was tender now the passion had subsided, but it was a pleasant pain; a reminder of the wonderful moment they’d shared.

And now it was over.

Grace shifted beneath him, uncomfortable and awkward now their desire had been spent. She didn’t want to overstay her welcome, but she didn’t want to run like a scared rabbit either. She’d been under no illusions going into this; she wouldn’t start entertaining thoughts of a future now. “What happens next in these situations?” she asked softly. “Am I supposed to go?”

“Like Hell.” He kissed her neck and rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. He encircled her in his arms and held her close. Grace felt her heart hammer with hope as she leaned on his chest. He swept his thumb over her cheek and gazed at her. “Stay with me, Gracie.”

She watched him in silence, surprised by the look of uncertainty in his eyes. She’d never known him to be hesitant about anything. He’d been tender and kind today when she’d needed him most. He’d looked after her like she’d known he would.

A slow smile spread across her face as he urged her mouth down to his.

Maybe she’d entertain thoughts of a future after all.

It was summer I had just turned 18 and graduated from High School; It has been a very good year for me. I had good grades, was learning to drive with driver training, and boys had started to notice me. During the past few years my body had started to take on the look of a woman. My nice firm ass was very shapely, my waist very much smaller, and my breasts had gone from the size of an orange to the size of a grapefruit. I seldom work a bra as my breasts were very firm and uplifted. My nipples had developed to the size of a gumdrop, and were very sensitive. Just the most casual brush against them would almost immediately have them standing out firmly in whatever I was wearing. I was looking forward to summer, finishing up my driver training, and spending a lot of time at the beach in my brand new string bikini.

Next year I would be going on to College. I was really looking forward to being on my own. My parents were very religious and protective of me all throughout high school. I was not allowed to date unless it was a double or one of my parents was along. Sex was something that I had read a lot about, but never really had the opportunity to take part in. My girl friends told me how good it was, but I had to wait until just the right moment to find out for myself. Going away to college was going to be my very first opportunity to go on a real date, and I could hardly wait. Little did I know that was going to happen in this the last few weeks of my last summer at home.

Driver training was on Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. The instructor was a bit older, he had just turned 20. There were three of us in Drivers Training, another girl and a boy beside myself. Our sessions were 2 to 3 hours long and we all got to drive at least twice each time out. We covered both city and highway driving and often went 25 or 30 miles out of town. One day we were on the highway, I was driving. I noticed Denny, our instructor, kind of watching me out of the corner of my eye. One time I quickly turned my head and looked at him, he abruptly turned away. I then noticed that he had an unusual bulge in the crotch of his pants. I kind of quietly gigged to myself, knowing that a man’s penis would get bigger when he was sexually excited. After all, I had been through Freshman Biology class in High School, and did not think that I was completely stupid about sex. A girl friend of mine had also shown me pictures of a penis in a library book. I remember we both were giggling about what it looked like when it was soft, just kind of hanging there.

After class on the particular day, Jenny (the other girl in Drivers Training) and I walked home from Drivers Training, which was only about 6 blocks from where we lived. I told her about seeing his penis looking real big in his pants while I was driving. She looked at me and said, “you know you don’t have a bra on, and the sleeveless blouse you are wearing shows your boobs really well when you have you hands up on the wheel. I did remember how good the breeze from the open window felt as it blew into the arm holes in my blouse and down across my breasts. I had not thought about what Denny must have been seeing as he looked over my way when I was driving.

A few weeks passed and we all were excited to find out that we were going to be issued our learners permit that would allow us to drive with any adult in the car. Even after getting our permits, there was more drivers training that had to be done. The one thing that we were all looking forward to was a trip to a bigger city about 50 miles away at night. For these training sessions we would be leaving about 5 in the afternoon, and returning home after dark around 10. What was even more exciting is that we would be taking these final trips with just our instructor, so we would have full advantage of driving the round trip.

My turn finally came and I left the house with my parents blessing, they were watching as I got into the car with my instructor and drove off. Denny was a very good friend of the family, and his parents and mine had been friends for a long time. It was amazing that only these few short years ago, nobody though anything about an Instructor and his Student going out alone and together. How things have changed over the past 10 or so years. We arrived in the city about 6 PM. It was fun driving around all the downtown streets with all the streetlight and sign that you had to pay attention to. I even got to drive on a one way street, something that I had never done before. About 7 PM, Denny ask if I was hungry. Yes, I replied, "I missed my supper because we left so early.” He suggested that we start heading back for home, and stop at a McDonalds that was just out of the city for a bite to eat. “Fine,” I replied and headed the car in the general direction of home.

We stopped at McDonald’s, had a burger and fries, and a cold drink. We got back into the car and he said, “I want you to take the next road on the right”, “there is a very pretty lake down there that I would like to show you.” “OK,” I said and started to drive. A few minutes later we arrived at the lake. It was very secluded with just a dirt road leading down to the water’s edge. It looked like no one came here very often. It was just getting dark, and the moon could be seen reflecting in the water across the surface of the lake. “Let’s go down and sit by the water,” he said, “I have a blanked in the trunk.” “OK,” I said and we got out of the car.

He got the blanket from the trunk, and we walked down to the water’s edge. He spread the blanket on the sandy beach, took my hand, and said “let’s set down and enjoy the view.” I started to feel that something was going to happen that I did not expect, and it was kind of exciting now knowing what. Denny reached over to me and said, “here, let me put my arm around you, it is starting to get a little colder as the sun goes down.” I got an excited feeling all over as he put his arm around me, his right hand resting on my right breast, ever so lightly. I could feel my right nipple getting hard, and I had this strange feeling between my legs. He looked at me and said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you are a very beautiful woman, a woman that I enjoy making love to.” This is the first time that anyone had ever called me a woman and no one had ever said they wanted to make love to me before this. I said, “Denny, I am younger than you and I don’t know if what you want to do will get me into trouble.” Denny replied, “you don’t have to worry, no one will ever know, it will be very special just between us.”

I looked at him for a long time; he started cupping my right breast in his hand, and slowly running his thumb around and on the nipple. It sent chills up and down my spine, and my pussy had a very strange sensation all round it. He looked at me, put his other arm around me and drew me closer. Our lips met and in moments we were sucking and licking each others tongues. I felt the passion rising with each touch of his hand and his wonderful warm wet mouth on mine. He had managed to unbutton my blouse during our kiss and my breasts were now exposed in the moon light, he started to fondle them both, and slowly started kissing and sucking on my nipples. My back curved back, and I felt my pelvic area being pushed up, the feelings I was having were so wonderful, more than anything I had ever experienced. I was both excited and scared, not knowing what was to come next. He took my hand and placed it over his groin. I could feel his very hard penis through his pants.

He kissed me deeply, and said “why don’t you unzip my pants and slide them down. He was kissing me deeply as I reached down and pulled down the zipper. He raised his ass and I slid his pasts down to his knees. He whispered, "Now slide down my shorts too.” For the very first time, right there in front of me, was a hard cock. I had never seen anything like it before, except in a book. This looked nothing like the soft hanging penis I had seen before. It was about 8 or 9 inches long, very thick, and standing straight up from his groin. “It’s OK,” he said, you can put your hand around it if you like. “Just slide you hand up and down and squeeze it on the tip.” It felt so warm and hard, the ridge around the head so smooth and nice feeling. I felt a few drops of warm liquid at the tip, “rub it down my cock,” he said. It was so warm and slippery and felt so smooth and nice in my hand. “That is what is called pre cum,” he said, rub it all over my nice hard cock.

He looked at me and said, “Now it is your turn, I want you to take off your slacks and your panties so I can see your beautiful little pussy.” By now I was so hot and horny, a feeling I had never had before, and I would do anything he asked. I slipped out of my slacks and striped off my panties. I was setting there completely nude in the moonlight. He started kissing me deeply, then kissed my nipples, and then started kissing down my tummy. When he got to my pussy, he slipped his tongue between the lips of my pussy, licking up and down the slit. He then found my clit and started nibbling on it with his lips. I was pushing my pelvis up into his face just as hard as I could, it felt so very good. I was thinking, so this is what sex feels like.

Little did I know in that moment that there was a lot more to come.
He looked at me, kissed my mouth, licked my tongue, and said, “I want to eat your sweet little pussy, I want to make you have a climax.” I know what a climax was supposed to be, but had never had one. He spread my legs, and pushed them up toward my neck. He started sucking and licking my pussy, paying a lot of attention to my hard little clit. After about 5 minutes I started to feel something that I had never felt before, I was feeling like I was going to explode inside of my pussy, I started getting contractions deep inside my body, and suddenly I screamed out with joy as I experienced my very first climax. The waves of pleasure continued over and over through my body. I squeezed my nipples, and begged Denny to please not stop what he was doing. I wanted to feel that feeling again, over and over.

After a lot of passionate kissing and Denny playing with my breasts, I was starting to relax, giving me time to wonder what was going to happen next. He held me closely, his hard cock against my tummy, his hand all over my breasts, squeezing and playing with my nipples while he kissed me deeply. He pushed up from me, and looking deeply into my eyes asks, “Are you ready to be fucked by a man?” I just looked up at him and nodded yes as I widely spread my legs, not knowing what coming next.
He laid me gently on my back, taking his cock in his hand; he started to rub in against the lips of my pussy. I could feel it spreading apart as he started to insert the head of his cock inside of me. I kind of whimpered as he pushed it harder into my pussy. Suddenly I felt my pussy kind of pop open and the head of his cock was inside of me, I could feel it pressing on something that hurt really bad. “OK,” he said, I am going to break your cherry, “it will only hurt for a little bit and then you will love the feel of my cock inside of your hot wet pussy.” Tears were coming to my eyes, it really hurt a lot. I looked up at him and said, “OK, do it, I want your cock deep inside of my pussy.”

He looked deep into my eyes, and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me deeply. Then with one big push, his hard cock broke through my cherry and was deep inside of me. I tried to yell out, but his kisses smothered the sound. He lay there very quietly, holding me, kissing me, his big cock fully inside of me. “Are you all right?” he asks. “Yes,” I replied, tears streaming down my face. “I want you to fuck me like a woman,” I said, “Make me cum with your cock fucking my tight little pussy.”
Slowly he started to move his cock in and out of my pussy. The hurt had gone away and all I could feel was his cock rubbing the inside of my pussy. It was so wet and hot, and I wanted him to fuck me really fast and hard. “Oh Denny,” I said, “Please don’t make me pregnant, I don’t want to have a baby.” He looked at me and said, “don’t worry, I will take it out just before I cum and I would like to cum in your mouth, if that is OK.”

I was so horny I really did not care where he was going to cum, “anywhere except my pussy, I said.” He started to fuck me very fast and hard, it did not take long and I felt that feeling deep inside again, I was going to cum! “Oh Denny,” I cried, “Fuck me, make me cum again with your big cock fucking me, fuck me, fuck me, oh my God,” and I screamed as I reached the second climax of my life.

Denny relaxed and laid there, his hard cock inside of me, as I felt the good feelings in my pussy over and over like waves of water. I was so tightly squeezed around his cock; it felt so good just being in there. He started to slowly pull his cock out of my pussy; I tried to hold him back. He looked at me and said I have always wanted to fuck you between those beautiful tits. He slowly slid his hard cock out of my hot wet pussy. Getting on knees he pushed my tits together, slid his cock in between them and started to fuck them like it was my pussy. As he would push it into my tits, I would lick the end with my tongue, knowing that he wanted me to suck his cock when he was ready to cum. He tasted like something I had tasted before, but did not know what it was, later I realized it was the smell of my pussy and my cum that I must have been tasting and smelling. He started to fuck my tits faster and faster and I could see the head of his cock getting bigger and harder. He started to groan and pushed his cock into my mouth. I started to suck as he fucked my face. All at once he let out a very loud groan, and filled my mouth with his hot cum. Over and over I felt his cock swell as the shot stream after stream of hot cum down my throat. He started to relax, I kept sucking on his cock, getting every last drop of cum out of it. I felt it starting to get limp and he looked at me and said, “That was the best blow job that I have ever had, you are such a wonderful woman, I will never forget this night as long as I live.

We got up and walked out into the warm water of the lake, totally nude in the moonlight. We washed each other off with the warm water, and laughed and giggled about the great time we had just had. I told him that I was glad he was my first, and what a great teacher he was. We got dressed and got back in the car and headed for home. We arrived at my house just about 10 PM. Checking to see that there was no one setting on our porch; I then leaned over and gave him a goodnight kiss, thanking him for the "driving” lesson.

It was my first time for a lot of things that I had never done before. He was such a great lover, so gentle, and so sexy, I will never forget that very first time. Although I did see him from time to time around town, we never spoke about what happened to anyone. I would now be going on to College with a real sexual experience behind me, and I could hardly wait for the next opportunity to make love to another wonderful man.

A Mosaic of broken Dreams

An ace!Stede fic

“That’s weird,” Black Pete states matter-of-factly. It makes Stede wince. He thought so, but somehow, deep down in the scared part of his heart, he had hoped it would not be confirmed by someone who is much more versed in these kinds of matters.

“No it isn’t,” Lucius interjects. “Not wanting sex is absolutely valid, Captain.”

Stede makes a face. “Do you really think so?”

Lucius tilts his head to the side and nods a few times, a staccato of movements. Stede isn’t sure if he should believe him. The scribe has his eyes closed, and Stede – while often enough struggling with keeping eye-contact himself – would have felt better if he didn’t.

“It’s just as valid as desiring a person of any gender. It’s fine,” Lucius emphasises.

Stede knits his brow together. “But I do desire Ed. Just… not like that.”

Lucius puts a hand on his captain’s knee and squeezes. “The heart wants what the heart wants,” he speaks as if it were a big philosophical declaration. Maybe it is.

“Not wanting to bugger someone is weird,” Pete insists.

“Ah, shut up,” Lucius says. Pete looks disgruntled. “I’ll explain later,” Lucius adds a little softer.

“Could you explain it now? I want to understand,” Stede all but pleads.

Lucius sighs and brushes his hands over the fabric of his trousers. “I once was in love with a beautiful boy. He was perfect, inside out. He loved kissing and holding hands. We walked through the forest and along the beach, stealing smiles and glances. It was perfect. But then, he told me he wasn’t comfortable lying with me. I thought it was because he was worried to be caught. I gently pressured him, tried to ease him into it. At least that’s what I thought I was doing. But I harmed him, and for that I’m deeply sorry.”

Stede looks at Lucius with wide, damp eyes. “You…”

“No, no, no, no, no,” Lucius rushes to say. “None of that. I did things I thought would make him feel good, but I stopped as soon as he told me to. We were together for some time longer without me touching him ever again.”

Stede breathes a sigh of relief. “Puh. That’s good.” His eyes grow even more sad right after. “But you parted ways,” he states.

Lucius takes Stede’s hand and holds it gently. “Yes. But I’m sure he found someone who fit better with him and made him really happy.”

Stede nods. “But I don’t want someone else to fit better with my Ed.”

Lucius presses his lips together in a sympathetic display.

“I know, Stede. But who says that anything needs to change between you two? You love each other.”

“Oh, I think he should be scared. Blackbeard is known to chase all the skirts and all the breeches. He can have anyone,” Pete blurts out.

Lucius sets his jaw. “Not helping,” he hush-grinds.

“But he’s right, isn’t he? A man like Ed can snap his fingers, and someone will follow him gladly to his chamber,” Stede says and presses his face into his hands. He tries his best to keep himself from hyperventilating. He can’t imagine a world without Edward’s love. It would be void and colourless. What is a little discomfort in bed against being held by the love of your life through every night?

“He may well be able to, but who says he wants that? A relationship is more than sex, right darling?” Lucius addresses Pete. The man blushes and nods.

“I would still be with you if you didn’t… you know,” he whispers.

Lucius touches his arm and smiles at him gently. “I know, sweetheart.”

Stede smiles at the couple, still sorrowful, though. His Edward shouldn’t be forced to settle on the little he has to offer.

“I suppose I should tell him sooner rather than later, huh?” he asks, hoping for someone to let him off the hook.

“I really think you should,” Lucius says softly. Pete nods in agreement. Stede just sighs. He knows they’re right. But the fear has a tight grip around his racing heart, and he knows he wouldn’t be able to keep his mood hidden from Edward. Not for long, at least.

He swallows through the tightness in his throat and gets up.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” he says before he disappears through the door.

***

Stede stops still in the vestibule leading to their chambers.

Their.

Not for very much longer, he fears. Izzy’s voice coming from inside doesn’t help in the slightest, but if he keeps on waiting out here, he might collapse from a lack of oxygen as his breathing grows more and more shallow. This just won’t do!

He pushes the door open and walks past the two men and straight into the en-suite. It’s time to get ready for bed, and he has this whole thing rather happening freshly washed and in the softests of clothes. He takes his time, even shaves. It’s a futile act in a hopeless endeavour. He knows that. But at least he can pretend it’s going to be alright for a few more minutes.

“What’s taking you so long?” Edward calls through the door.

“I’m with you in a sec, darling,” Stede chirps. He hopes his wavering voice carries enough not to raise suspicions.

He pushes the bathroom door ajar and glances out. Edward is already in the red dressing gown, his leather clothes lying over the backrest of the chaise longue. Stede’s heart that had settled slightly speeds up once more. Edward is so beautiful, his lean muscles looking soft with the flow of the fabric. Sadly, that he’s not wearing anything underneath isn’t really helping the situiation.

Stede watches him for a moment, soaks in every detail and files them to memory. His heart is aching, and his eyes fill with tears even before Edward realises his presence.

“You alright, mate?” he asks. Stede quirks a feeble smile, which makes Edward’s worried frown only grow deeper. “What’s wrong, love?” he asks. The sound of Edward’s tender voice – the one only Stede ever has the honour to hear – aches in his chest. He wants to play it down, but he’s not a coward. Not anymore.

Stede takes his beloved’s hand and tugs him down on the chaise longue. Edward sinks next to him into the cushion, his body facing his beloved swaying to and fro as if he wasn’t sure how close would be too close for Stede’s liking. It makes Stede’s heart ache.

“You must know, Ed, the time I spent with you was the happiest of my life,” he starts. His eyes settle on Edward’s chest that barely moves. Stede never wanted to hurt him again. But he will, won’t he?

“You… are the most attractive man I’ve ever set my eyes on, Ed. The only person that ever made me feel seen,” he continues. He has more words for him, but Edward knocks the breath out of his lungs with a searing kiss and every coherent thought right with it.

Stede gives into it without resistance. It’s likely their last, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make the most of it.

But… Edward seems to have way more in mind than this spectacular slide of lips and tongues. Stede finds himself pressed into the pillows, breathless, mind grasping for words, but none of them ends up in Stede’s mouth. Too wonderful are Edward’s lips on his neck, too strong his hands gripping his hips. It would be glorious, if… Yes, if.

“S-s-stop, Ed, we need to talk,” Stede huffs.

“Words would only destroy the mood. Don’t you agree, sweetheart? Let me make you feel good. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long,” Edward says and seals Stede’s lips with another kiss.

That doesn’t sound so bad, does it? He managed to do it twice with Mary. It can’t be that bad with the man he loves, right? The kisses feel nice, so he nods. Yes. He wants to try this. Maybe he could even enjoy it.

‘Breathe,’ Stede reminds himself when Edward’s lips and hands travel lower and lower with clear intent.

“I love you,” he breathes, more to remind himself than to confess his feelings. Edward tilts his head up, a bright smile adorning his face. Stede could look at him for all eternity.

“I love you, too. Relax. You’re all tensed up,” Edward says and runs his hands up and down Stedes sides. “I’ve got you.”

Stede chuckles nervously and nods. He lets his head fall back and closes his eyes. Edward shoves his nightgown up and dives right in. Stede’s body surrenders to warm hands, even hotter lips, and other body parts Stede doesn’t want to think too much about. This is worse than wir Mary. With her, he at least had the prospect of offspring. This here is… is… He doesn’t find words for it. He hates it. Everything about it. He wants to scream, wants Edward to stop. But if he does, everything will be lost. Stede wouldn’t survive this.

He thinks of Mary writhing under Doug, the joy and pleasure he could see on her face. This is nothing like it.

He’s broken. Beyond repair. He can’t do anything right. He’s such a disappointment. He’s truly a lighthouse, just that Edward is ignoring all the warning signs.

Edward moans and shudders between his legs. Stede throws his arm over his eyes. Not that it would help anything with the noises that Edward makes. But they are easier to handle without having to look at the man swallowing him down.

The whole chaise, much too small for this endeavour anyway, shakes under Edward’s sudden eruption.

‘Thank god, this is over,’ Stede thinks. He didn’t know that someone could be so aroused from this to orgasm.

“What?” Edward’s voice, still breathless and a little slurred, cuts through the space between them.

Fuck! He said that out loud, didn’t he?

“No-nothing, love.This was nice,” Stede says, but he sounds like a bad liar to his own ears.

Edward’s eyes burn into him, setting his skin aflame, but not in a good way. Stede’s cheeks catch fire, too, and he pushes his nightgown to his knees as Edward sits up, body on display as the dressing gown falls to the side, framing his spent cock.

Stede consciously ignores the wet patch on his chaise longue and the cum drying on his leg. He’ll have to ask one of the crew to wash the furniture. The mere thought to touch it makes him sick. But even worse than that thought is Edward’s sad face in front of him, all deep lines, heavy eyes, and furrowed brows.

“I thought you liked it,” he says, and Stede has never heard him sound so small.

You’ve even managed to bring history’s greatest pirate to ruin.

Yes. He truly defiles beautiful things.

“I’m so sorry,” they say at the same time.

“What are you sorry about?” Edward asks and brushes tears gently off Stede’s face. When did he start shedding them?

“I hid something from you,” Stede snivels.

“What is it?” Stede shakes his head. He can’t say it. “Come on, mate. Tell me. I hate seeing you like this.”

“Could you…?” Stede asks, gesturing to Edward’s clothings. He looks downs at himself and nods before he wraps the fabric around his body. Stede relaxes instantly. It’s only a thin barrier, but it’s enough to put him at ease. At least, a little.

“I’m broken, I’m afraid,” he presses out, brushing the sleeve of his nightgown over his face.

“Then we’ll fix you,” Edward says.

Stede snorts a laugh. “This was the last trial to fix me, Ed. If not even you can break the spell…”

“You don’t like a nice roll in the hay?” Edward asks softly.

Stede shakes his head. “I’m afraid not. It makes me physically sick.”

Edward deflates visibly. “Why didn’t you say something, man? Now I feel awful.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that!” Edward growls.

Stede stares at him for a long moment, watches Ed burying his face in his hands.

“You can have the bed, I’m sleeping here, if you don’t mind me staying,” Stede presses out, suddenly dead tired. His heart collects in a pile of tiny shards in the pit of his stomach. There’s no answer for a long time. Stede runs his fingers over the woven fabric of the chaise longue and follows the movement with his eyes. He can’t look at Edward, or the rest of him will shatter into pieces, too.

“You stupid…” Edward suddenly growls but stops himself. “Come. I wanna hold you,” he says softer. “I need to feel you.”

Stede looks up at that. “You don’t have to, Ed. It’s okay. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise.”

Edward breathes a long-suffering sigh. “Of course, you won’t. That’s why you get into bed and cuddle with your…”

“Ex?” Stede helps out.

“Extremely attractive gallant,” Edward says as if that was what Stede meant. “I’m not going anywhere, Stede. Buggery or not.”

“But you…”

Edward shrugs. “I wanna be with ya. The rest… Pff. I don’t care. I’ve got two healthy hands, haven’t I?”

“Maybe I could…” Stede trails off.

“Maybe. But not without talking it through… as a duo.”

Stede chuckles, and it conjures a smile on Edward’s face. He cups Stede’s face and runs his fingers over his cheeks.

“Promise me to never do anything that you don’t enjoy or that you don’t want to feel,” he says.

“But, Ed—”

He shushes him. “Never!”

Stede swallows. “Never,” he whispers.

“Good.” Edward smiles. “I just fetch a damp cloth, and then we snuggle, hm?”

Stede nods. He watches Edward taking care of everything and especially him as kneeling between his legs, he cleans his spent off Stede’s thigh.

“I love you,” Stede says under his breath.

Edward smiles up at him.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

He leans forward, lips brushing over each other in a familiar dance. They kiss for a long moment until Stede pulls back.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

Edward presses his forehead against Stede’s shoulder.

“Yes,” he says.

It’s the most beautiful word Stede has ever heard.

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I made a chocolate Bundt cake. Here it is with a toothpick for scale. The cake contains Kahlua and the ganache is made with Ghiradelli chocolate. Kinda messed up the ganache texture, so I used it sparingly The taste is right though!

Here’s the recipe I used: https://vintagekitchennotes.com/chocolate-port-bundt-cake/

Chocolate Bundt Cake with Ganache Frosting

If you were in a sexual situation with another female (willingly), what erotically-charged, flirtatious things would you want done to you (perhaps something you have always been curious about)?

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