Monday 25 February 2013

My Stranger Fantasy

I'm watching you swim in the lake as I sip my drink. You don't know that I've been watching you every evening since you moved in. I don't even know your name, but it doesn't matter. I watch the muscles ripple across your chest and down your arms as you stroke over and over again swimming in the lake.

It makes my pussy clench just thinking of those muscles rippling as you thrust into me. As you swim back to shore and walk up to the towel you left with your clothes, I think of walking up to you and stripping out of my skirt and blouse. I watch in hunger as you dry off every inch of your body. I long to rake my nails down your back as I kiss you passionately.

Tonight might just be the night that I go home with you. I picture your long hard shaft being held by my hands instead of you towel-drying every glistening drop of water from your luscious body. I take another long pull of my drink as I start pleasuring myself. I'm not wearing any panties tonight, because I'm hoping to gather the courage to step into your arms and nibble my way down to your shaft. Tonight I plan to go home with you my sexy stranger.

I've watched from my balcony as you cum hard every night after your midnight swim. Tonight I want to be the one drinking every last drop of your cum. I want to climb on top of your body, and ride you until you are screaming my name. I long for tonight to be the night that I don't just stay here in the safety of my balcony. I want to take you deep in my throat instead of just wishing that you were mine.

I watch you walk back slowly, and I finish the last of my drink and stand up just as you turn around and beckon me over with a single finger and a wink. How did you know I was sitting here. Tonight I am going to fuck my fantasy stranger.

I'm walking towards you as you walk into your home. You leave the door open and I follow hesitantly. I'm out of my element now since I have never gone home with a stranger before. You are now grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge without asking if I want a drink. I take a glass anyways and you lead me into your room. Not a word has been spoken. We both know what I am here for. Slowly you approach me and slide-open the buttons on my blouse one by one. It's second nature to wrap my arms up around you, but then I have to let go in order to take the blouse off entirely. Suddenly, my left nipple is in your mouth as I moan in pleasure. Finally I am getting what I have always envisioned.

My right hand slides down and unties your swimming trunks, happily freeing you from them. You bite down on my nipple and then step out of the trunks. I cry out in ecstasy when I feel your hand trail down under my skirt. My sandals come off and I grip you in my hand. Smoothly you pull me down on your bed.

I am writhing on the bed as you suckle and kiss your way down my chest. I barely notice as you slide my skirt off of me. I grip your shoulders as you continue exploring my supple body. Then you finally find my sweet spot, and I feel your tongue lapping up the sweet nectar already spilling out of me. I had lost my grip as you moved down, now I reach out and tangle my fingers in your hair. Moaning in pleasure I buck against your tongue begging for more with my soft mewls, since I've never been much of a screamer. I hear your urgent lapping as I reach for my first release. Suddenly I am cold as you pull back to insert first one finger, and then another.

I am watching you from under hooded lashes. I long to pull you up and over me, but I lack the nerve. I wish I had finished the wine you had given me earlier, but it sits on the dresser across the room, virtually untouched. I buck up against you as you pump your fingers in and out of me, then gasp as you insert a third finger into my other hole. You grin in satisfaction as you hear my exclamation of surprise. Finally I hear your voice as you speak and ask me, "You like that, don't you." I can barely nod my head, as I buck up against you harder. The sexy timber of your voice has my body pulsing in pleasure.

I gasp, and then moan in increasing pleasure as you pick up your pace. Finally, I break and release my orgasm and you lean forward to drink up the nectar that flows out of me. "We are not done yet," You whisper and start climbing up over my body, "I don't plan on letting you leave anytime soon." I find a grin of satisfaction cover my face as I reply saucily, "I didn't plan on going anywhere, and you seem to need some attention yourself." I can't wait to bring you the same pleasure that you have brought me.

My Hero

He stares at me with a mixture of pity and disgust in his eyes, and I sneer back at him, my contempt loud and clear.

I didn't know it then, but that doorman would one day mean the world to me.

**

My name is Peter 'Pinky' Benson. I'm twenty and a half years old, and I'm going to be all alone for the first time in the big city. I'm moving there to attend an art school. My parents are paying for my apartment which is within walking distance from the campus, and provide me with a monthly allowance, but I won a scholarship which takes care of the tuition fee. That much at least is all me. I know I'm not going to end up painting million dollar masterpieces, but there's definitely a future for me somewhere in illustrative work.

I don't have much to bring with me to my new place, which comes both as a bit of a shock and relief. Crammed into the two bags I bring with me on the long bus ride over are clothes, my laptop, art supplies, a hard-drive and my toothbrush. All my books, artwork, movies, music and DVDs are either on my hard-drive or online. That's the digital age for you.

It takes me an hour to find my apartment and unpack. The place already has plumbing, electricity and internet ready for me. I use some of my monthly allowance to buy a new mattress and a cheap desk, as well as kitchenware and a few other essentials. I put my bedroom together, head out for dinner and collect some menus of nearby take-out joints, and then finish up the living room when I get back. By near midnight, my small apartment is furnished and I'm ready to have some fun. It's my first night here in the big city, no longer contained in my small home town, and I'm hungry for experience.

I quickly find a gay bar online called Exile that happens to be close by and get dressed in my most lewd outfit -- a skimpy pink tank-top and a pair of tight-fitting black jeans. My wavy brown hair is just shy of being long enough to tie in a ponytail, so I let it hang naturally. It frames my slender, pale face quite nicely, and draws focus to my blue eyes and full lips. I primp in front of the bathroom mirror for another 20 minutes and then step out to embrace the night life.

Exile is already busy when I get there. I can see lots of young, sexy guys heading in as I approach. Techno music streams up the stairs, and the bass thuds against my body, tugging at my feet. I want to get down there and dance.

"Uhp-uhp-uhp!" A bouncer stops me with a large hand on my shoulder. "ID, sir. You don't look a day over 15."

I pass him my driver's license. I didn't know there would be doormen. There are even two of them. Well, fuck.

"Peter Benson," the one holding my card reads out loud. He's large and blocky with pouty lips and a ginger goatee. It's poorly lit outside, but I can see that they're both wearing black short-sleeved shirts and long black slacks.

He passes my card to his partner with a wry smile.

"People call me Pinky," I say loudly, sounding more confident than I felt.

The second doorman grunts. He's a smidge less chubby than the ginger bear, of Greek descent, and looks to be in his late 30's. "You're called 'Pinky' because of your pink top?"

The ginger-haired doorman laughs loudly. "Nah, Goat. It's 'Pinky', like your pinky toe. He's small, cute, and you're gonna bang it on your coffee table. Ain't I right?"

He winks at me.

"Well you're not getting in, Peter," Goat grunts. "You're not over 21." He thrusts the card back at me.

"I'm twenty and a half!" I protest to the first guy. "Please?"

He chuckles. "You really want in that badly, huh? Why don't you prove it?" He puckers and points to his lips.

Well, if it'll get me in...

I leap up, wrap my arms around him and give him a smooch. His orange moustache tickles my nose. Yuck. The feel of his soft body under my hands turns me off and the thought of kissing such an overweight guy revolts me. Worried that I'm not selling it, I make some encouraging moaning sounds. He presses his hard dick into my stomach, and I automatically shuffle back half a step.

Goat snorts in disgust, and I wonder if he's capable of making any civilised sounds. He says, "Take your fucking job seriously, Matt. I don't want to see you kissing every guy you find cute."

I think to myself that Goat's picked the wrong job if he doesn't want to see guys making out.

Matt lets me go with a booming laugh. "Okay, kid, save it for the fags inside," he says affectionately. "Go on." He slaps my backside.

I shoot Goat a triumphant look, and he stares back at me with a mix of pity and disgust -- and we're all caught up now.

**

I traipse down the stairs to Exile and all thought of the two doormen are immediately washed away by the loud music and the sea of hot guys. The interior is a high contrast of dark, intimate spaces and bright, dazzling lights, and the design is sleek and modern. There is a bar with a line of red stools, half of them occupied, a couple of leather sofas which are all taken, and a small but lively dance floor, crowded and heavily lit by a dozen flashing colours.

I hit the dance floor first and dance up a storm. No fewer than four guys approach me in the first few minutes which sends my ego soaring. One named Arthur pulls me aside and buys me a drink. He's tall, young and handsome, with a tight tee that shows off his muscled body. He hits on me hard, and I love it. I've never been hit on like this. He's charismatic, smells amazing and oozes wealth and power. The free drinks keep on coming. I can feel some people looking on, like they're witnessing something special they want to be a part of.

He's letting me rub his abs when an older, bearded man approaches us.

"Hey! I'm Steve."

I look at him. He's an older silver bear. I decide to be nice to him.

"Hi. I'm Pinky."

"Can I buy you a drink?" he offers loudly over the music.

"Beat it old man," snaps Arthur. "We're busy."

"Thanks, but I'm good," I reply politely, pointedly raising the unfinished drink Arthur has bought me.

"Me and some friends are on the dance floor, if you wanted to join us...?"

I look over, spot his friends who are all in their mid 40's, waving at us as they gyrate under the lights, and I can't tell if he's joking. Surely he can see what I've got right now. Arthur's the hottest guy in the bar, and this old fart thinks I'd rather be anywhere else?

"Leave us alone while you can walk, Steve," Arthur growls, and I can feel myself blushing. Just knowing that Arthur is that into me makes me wonder how I could have gotten so lucky my first time. Beginners luck, I tell myself in a vain attempt to remain humble.

When Arthur suggests I suck him off outside I readily agree. My head is buzzing pleasantly from the drinks. He takes my hand and pulls me through a backdoor into a dark alleyway. It's dark and deserted, and the dance music still filters through the brick walls.

"Take your top off," Arthur commands.

I wrench it off and fling it on the ground.

"Fuck yeah! Your pants too."

My jeans are off in a heartbeat. I'm in my underwear. Arthur is grinning like a maniac, and I find myself smiling shyly.

Thank god I wore my sexy underpants.

"Get on your knees, boy."

I kneel before him and reach for his zipper. It's so dark that I don't see his knee shoot up to catch me under my chin.

I bite my tongue and blood fills my mouth. Before I can make sense of what's happening, Arthur's fist catches me squarely in the jaw and I'm sent spinning onto the ground. My palms graze the rough concrete, losing all its skin and I cry out in pain.

I turn and cower with my arms raised, confused and frightened, twisting and squirming under his oncoming blows. Luckily most of them either glance off my shoulders or land on my arms, but each punch feels like a block of concrete slamming into me.

"Money!" I cry, so terrified I can't even beg properly. "I'll give you all my money. Please, don't hurt me!"

I give him my wallet. He takes my cash and casually throws the wallet onto the roof of Exile behind him. He puts the money away, and I'm foolish enough to think it's all over.

Then he backhands me, hard, and my ears ring from the sound of the slap. Blood trickles down my chin; he's split my lip.

"I'm not after money," he spits, his beautiful eyes glinting maliciously. "I'm after faggy, little gay-boys like you to teach a lesson to!" He pulls his arm back to punch me again, but a shout stops him.

"Oi! What the fuck is going on here?"

I dare to look away from Arthur; it's the doorman that Matt called Goat.

He charges at Arthur, who swings his fist viciously at his new target. Goat ducks and catches Arthur in a full-bodied tackle, and they both land heavily on the concrete. Goat picks himself up, but Arthur remains on the ground, knocked unconscious.

"You alright, Peter?" he asks, panting a bit. Judging from his bulk and age, I'm surprised he's not breathing more heavily. He's clearly well past his physical prime.

I'm fine, though. Or I think I am. I scramble to retrieve my clothes and start to get dressed. It is obvious to Goat what happened here, and I'm so embarrassed to not only to have been discovered half naked, but to have been saved by the likes of him.

I've got one leg thrust into my jeans when shivers suddenly take hold of my body, and I double over and retch up blood and all the booze I shared with Arthur into the gutter. The shock of my ordeal fades, and I can feel every punch Arthur managed to land on me. It takes all of my strength not to cry in front of the doorman.

Goat stands back, watching me dispassionately, and then he says, "Steve warned me you were leaving with someone you just met. Stupid thing to do. We've had a fair number of guys getting bashed around these parts. A closeted hater, we figured, picking up naive guys for the sole purpose of assaulting them. I'm glad it's Arthur -- I've always wanted to punch that fucker in the face."

He looks wistfully at Arthur's unconscious body while he talks, as though debating to himself whether it would be a good idea to straddle him and start pummelling away.

I finish getting dressed.

"Come on, Pinky. Come back to the bar with me and I'll take a look at your injuries. I've seen and given my share of punched faces. Can you walk?"

I can, but it feels like everything inside me is broken. Of course, Goat doesn't offer me any assistance. He sighs impatiently as I hobble painfully behind him at a snail's pace.

"Wait," I say suddenly, and stumble back to Arthur. I dig out his wallet and count out the money he took from me. "He took this from me earlier," I explain as I pocket it with trembling fingers.

"Where's your wallet?" Goat asks at once with a frown.

"He threw it on the roof."

All my cards and my driver's license were in my wallet and now gone, but I try not to think about it.

I leave the rest of Arthur's money in there, and Goat smiles for the first time. "You're not as big of a jerk I thought you were," he says, but he comes over to loot the rest of Arthur's money before we head back.

**

We return to Exile. Everyone stares at me as I shamble past, covered in blood and assault markings. I see Steve stare at me with his mouth open in astonishment, and I try to say thank you, but it catches it my throat and I keep walking with my head down. Goat takes me into a dingy staff room and sits me at a small table under a bright, yellow light.

"Thanks, Goat," I mutter quietly as he takes the seat opposite me.

Goat frowns, annoyed, and I realise 'Goat' probably isn't his real name. I inquire, and he tells me it's Otis. Otis Sideris.

I study Otis in the bright light. He has light olive skin, dark-brown hair that is nearly black and a nondescript face. His features are far from handsome or cute, but they suit his round head and plump cheeks. Beard growth shadows most of his face. It runs all the way up to join with the short hair on his head, and the ring of hair it forms only emphasises how chubby he is. I spy a double chin his scruff doesn't quite cover, and poking out the top of his black shirt is a tuft of black chest hair.

He has full lips, but they're pressed in a severe line, as though holding back a slew of insults he'd like to throw at me.

Just as I open my mouth to ask him what sort of a nickname 'Goat' is, he starts checking my face roughly.

He forces my head this way, and then the other, tilting my jaw under the light. He prods at my face, and I yelp when it hurts. I open my mouth as per his instruction and he checks my teeth, then wrinkles his nose at the smell of bile and blood and stomps out of the room. He comes back with a bottle of water for me so I can rinse out my mouth.

I can tell Otis thinks I'm a slutty good-for-nothing who got what I deserved.

He confirms that thought by saying, "Well I hope you've learned your lesson. It's a good thing you're a small target. Nothing's hurting where it shouldn't, and you don't seem to have any broken bones. I can take you to the hospital if you want to be sure."

"No, I'm fine," I lie. "I just want this night to be over." Before the tears start in public.

"Okay. I'm just going to get Ralph. He's the boss. We'll call the cops and deal with the scumbag." He pushes himself up from the table and leaves. I hear him shouting for Matt to drag Arthur inside where they can keep an eye on him.

I don't want to talk to the police, so I gingerly pick the grit from my scraped palms and sip my water. I wait until Otis is talking with Ralph and then take my leave. Matt passes me on the way out. He's dragging an unconscious Arthur in from the back door and the sight of my attacker sends me running off with my heart in my mouth. I drop the bottle of water Otis gave me and fly up the stairs. I don't slow down until I can no longer hear the dance track coming from the bar.

My walk home is difficult. I can't stop twitching at every movement from the corner of my eyes. I'm glancing and looking back at every shadow in case there is another gay-basher hiding there. I nearly have a heart attack when a car pulls up next to me, but it stops and I keep walking.

The car pulls up again, this time with the window down. It's Otis.

"You could have told me you were just going to run off like that," he shouts angrily. "Get in and I'll give you a lift home."

I eye his car and shake my head. The car rolls to a halt, and to my dismay Otis climbs out and catches up to me. He's wearing a blue jacket over his black doorman's uniform.

"Stupid of me to ask you to get into a stranger's car after what just happened," he grumbles. "I can walk you home if you'd like."

I don't know what Otis is trying to prove. He's just another chest-pounding ape to me. But if I'm scared of him, then others would be too. Selfishly, I accept.

We walk in silence. I notice him following my darting gaze as my imagination places attackers in the shadows, giving credence to my foolishness. I wish he'd stop. It quickly gets cold and I'm soon hugging myself as we walk.

"You're shivering," Otis says gruffly, and takes his jacket off. He tries to put it around my shoulders -- just like in all the romantic movies -- but the scent of another man on me freaks me out and I stagger away, flailing my skinny arms at him. I cover my fear with rudeness and carry on trembling in the cold.

Otis follows me all the way up the stairs to my small apartment located on one of the middle floors.

"Want me to come by midday tomorrow -- I mean midday today and check up on you?" he asks. "Make sure you're doing okay?"

"I'm fine," I reply shortly. I unlock the door and turn to look at him. "Why are you being so nice to me?" Unless I have been reading him wrong, he doesn't think much of me, and I haven't given him any reason to change that opinion.

"I was once young, stupid and naive too," he says with a shrug. What an arsehole. I close the door firmly in his face.

And that should have been the end of that.

**

Although I had said I was fine, I don't do too well.

The effect of Arthur's attack doesn't magically end when Otis intervened; the first night I don't sleep at all, however I don't break down and cry like I thought I would. I lock the doors and turn every light on, then lie awake in bed straining my ears, listening for the sounds of anyone trying to break in.

When the police visit in the morning my head is throbbing so forcefully I feel sick. I curse Otis for telling the police where I live, but cooperate with them. They collect a statement from me, and return my wallet which one of the Exile staff members happened to find on the roof. One guess as to who that was.

Over the next few days my condition worsens slightly. Every morning after two hours sleep, I wake up with my shirt soaked through with sweat. I don't leave my apartment. When my appetite finally makes a return, I live off pizza and Chinese food and burn through most of my monthly allowance by having them delivered. I can barely sleep at night, and have to keep all the lights on to stop the memories of the dark alleyway from resurfacing.

The faint markings on my arms and face blossom in horrific bruises, blotchy smudges of grey and blue tinged with yellow -- a constant reminder of what happened that night. I remember being so proud of my cute looks, but the haunted face staring back at me in the mirror looks nothing like my past, proud self.

In fact, it looks young, stupid and naive.

The thought of visiting another gay bar doesn't even cross my mind. I still get horny though, and I try masturbating while looking at porn on my laptop, but my thoughts keep returning to Arthur and soon I stop bothering to try.

To pass the time until art school starts, I turn to painting. It has always helped me find my centre. I dig out my canvas frame and assemble it, stretch a piece of canvas over it and staple it in place and then prop it on a chair. I sit in bed in front of it with my acrylic paints and a cup of water for the brush.

An hour passes while I try to work out what I'm feeling. I honestly don't know if I'm angry, ashamed or frustrated, or if all emotions inside me have just shrivelled up and disappeared.

I stop trying to analyse myself and just start painting. My mind drifts, the colours fly, and my spirits lift ever so slightly.

**

When class starts on Monday I force myself out of the apartment. That I am able to step outside is the shock of the day -- until I find my class, take a seat, and spot Otis sitting one table over.

I barely recognise him with his blue superman shirt, jeans and glasses. His face is a little fuzzier too, which adds to his plump appearance. He's smiling, showing off his perfect white teeth, and talking to two friends. He didn't seem to notice me when I walked in which suits me just fine. Each table seats four people side by side facing the centre of the room, so I lean back slightly to put another student between us and wait for the class to start.

The teacher expects us all to be adept artists already. After a brief introduction informing us about what to expect throughout the semester, we dive right into some rapid gestural sketching with nude models. Another woman walks in and disrobes, and there is a flurry of activity as we all start working.

The model does 20 half-minute poses, keeping time with her phone which beeps every 30 seconds. What people might not realise is that nude drawing in art school isn't as sexual as they think. It's very intense and mentally draining. Even if it was a super hot guy, any interest would quickly be lost in the task of capturing their pose in the short amount of time. And besides, if you're searching for a dick to perve on, there are better places than a $400 art class to look.

When the model switches to full-minute poses the pressure in the room dissipates. I can't help but wonder how Otis is doing and look over to see him sitting slumped in his chair doodling lazily. Unlike most of the other students who actually care about the subject and have a sketchbook, he is drawing on plain photocopy paper with a ballpoint pen.

Wrestling on the Third Date

This is a work of pure fiction. Unlike my previous stories which were fantasies based on real events and real people, this one takes place in the future. Hope you enjoy!

*

My marriage lasted five years. The fact that it ended wasn't much of a shock to anyone. It was a disaster, and I'll spare you all of the horrible details. The hard part was moving on in this financial climate. I ended up moving back in with my parents at 38. Getting out of my parents house was one of the main reasons I got married in the first place! Hmm... maybe that's why my marriage didn't work out so well. Anyway, after six months of trying to live squashed into the tiny second bedroom of my parents' new house in their 'active adult community', I finally found a decent two bedroom apartment and started to get on with my life.

One of the more nerve-wracking things I had to face when I became single again was that I would have to start dating again. I wasn't very successful at dating before I met my wife. I was a bit of an introvert and many of my relationships in my 20's began on the internet. They had to, because that's where I spent most of my time. Lucky for me, people were much more sympathetic to me now that I was a divorcee and began to try to set me up with just about anything that moved. At least, that's how it felt. I ended up going on two dates during the six months I lived with my parents. The first girl was nice enough, but it was probably too soon for me and I found myself going on and on about my failed marriage. That was the end of that relationship. The second girl was a bit obnoxious and not too attractive, either. I spent most of the time complaining about my ex-wife because I knew that it would scare her away. It worked. If you're looking to scare eligible women away, just complain a lot.

My parents had pushed me to go to a 'transitions' group at the local library. I didn't think I needed something like that. I had plenty of friends who were also divorced or going through one, so I had a ready-made support group. Still, they insisted that I get out of the house, and since it was free it wouldn't break my non-existent post-divorce budget. I hated to be pessimistic but I was right, there wasn't really much there for me. I got plenty of sympathy and chances to vent with friends, family, and co-workers. The people there were predominantly older and male. I may as well have gone to the clubhouse in my parents' development for a younger crowd.

I was about to leave my third (and last) meeting when one of the older ladies came up to me and said that she had a daughter who was about my age, and also divorced. She had married younger and been divorced for a number of years already. Would I be interested in meeting her? Sure, I said. What did I have to lose? I gave her my email address and phone number. I doubted I would hear anything.

A week later the mom called me. Her name was Susan. She said that her daughter, Nicole, was interested in meeting me. I found it really odd that Susan was doing all of the talking for her daughter. I knew all about shyness, but this seemed a little extreme. Still, I decided to give it a try. I had custody of my daughter that weekend but my parents were more than happy to watch her for a few hours.

We met at an Italian restaurant on a Saturday night. I was a little nervous about meeting her. She at least had a description of me from her mother; all I really knew was her name. Nicole turned out to be attractive, mid 30's, probably 5'7", 140 lbs. She had long brown hair and an hourglass figure. The first thing she did when we sat down was apologize to me for not speaking to me beforehand. She said that she was always getting set up by her mother and just preferred to meet people face to face before talking to them.

I found Nicole easy to talk to. She got married at 23, right after college, and divorced at 28, unlike me who got married at 33 and divorced at 38. She didn't have any children and I had my daughter. We both stayed away from talking about our past relationships. We talked about music and television, mostly. I had a good time. At the end of the date she told me that she liked to take things slowly. I told her I was in no hurry. She gave me a peck on the cheek and told me that she would call me during the week to make plans for the following Saturday.

I spent the next 5 days trying not to think about Nicole. Whether I was at work, or in my apartment, or with my daughter I found my mind wandering toward the iPhone sitting in my pocket, and wondering if and when it would ring. Nicole finally called me on Thursday night. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes and then she asked me if I would like to meet up for Chinese food on Saturday night. Sure, I said.

We had another good date. I was really getting to like this girl. At the end of the date she kissed me on the lips. She lingered only for a moment. She said that she would call me again to make plans for the following weekend.

She called me on Wednesday night this time to make that weekend's dinner plans. Unfortunately my daughter caught a cold and I didn't feel right leaving her with my parents to go on a date. I called Nicole to apologize and ask if we could postpone our date a week. She was very understanding. I apologized again, and again, and she finally stopped me, saying that it was admirable that I would put my daughter's well-being ahead of my personal life. I promised that I would make it up to her, and she said that maybe she would be the one making it up to me.

Nicole called me on Monday night to ask me how my daughter was. I told her that she was doing better when I brought her back to my ex. We talked for a while, and eventually she asked me if I wanted to do something a little different this weekend. Sure, I said, what did you have in mind? She said that she wanted me to come over to her place Saturday afternoon, dressed in 'workout clothes'. I agreed, wondering what she had in mind. I started trying to get her to tell me what she was thinking, but she refused. You're just going to have to wait and see, she said. I hated not knowing what was in store for me.

The week passed slowly. Nicole called me again on Thursday night and I tried to get more information out of her, but she refused to tell me anything. I know this was going to be our third date, and conventionally this was when things became more physical, but Nicole had said she wanted to take things slowly. What did she have in mind?

Finally Saturday afternoon rolled around and I showed up at her apartment. She lived about ten minutes away from me. I arrived dressed in a sweatshirt with a t-shirt underneath, and sweatpants. Nicole answered the door wearing a similar set of sweats, with her long brown hair tied back in a pony tail. She gave me a quick kiss hello.

"So, what did you have in mind that you've been so secretive about?" I asked her. "Well," Nicole said, "I wanted to do something more physical, but since it's the middle of winter, I had to think of something that we could do inside. Have you ever wrestled?" She asked.

I smirked. She wants to wrestle me? "Yeah," I said.

"Have you ever wrestled a woman?" Nicole asked.

I sped through the Rolla decks of my mind. "Yeah, sort of," I said, "Maybe 20 years ago."

"Do you want to wrestle me?" Nicole asked.

Did she even have to ask? I wasn't going to say no to the opportunity to put my hands all over her. I could already feel my cock stirring in anticipation. "Sure," I said with a smile.

"Great," Nicole said. "Here are the ground rules. No hitting, punching, slapping, kicking, or biting, and no grabbing privates. If you get too... handsy... we're gonna stop."

"Fair enough," I said. We went to work moving all of the furniture in her living room until we had as much room as possible. That was quite a workout in itself, actually. Finally we faced each other, my heart already pounding. "Okay, now what..." I began to say, but Nicole had already charged me.

Although Nicole was obviously fit and not small by any means, she was no match for me physically. I had 20 pounds and 4 inches of height on her, longer arms and more muscle. She charged me and I grabbed her in a bear hug, stopping her momentum. I could feel her pushing against me, trying to force me backward, but I held my ground. After a few seconds I went on my own offensive and toppled her backwards and onto the ground. I straddled her waist and pinned her arms over her head. She tried to buck me off of her and succeeded in making me bounce in the air once or twice, but couldn't get free. Eventually she stopped struggling. I gazed down at her pretty face and longed to kiss it, but I didn't.

"You forgot to mention how this would be scored," I said.

"Well, let's say this is a point for you and move on," Nicole said. I got off of her and helped her to her feet. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She approached me again, more cautiously this time, and I reached out and intertwined my fingers with hers. Again, I had much more upper-body strength so she was no match for me. After maybe a minute of struggling I could feel her start to give. I let one hand go and spun her around with my other hand, almost like we were dancing. I grabbed her around the waist with my free hand and pushed her backwards and onto the floor, pinning her again. I was getting erect from the physical contact. I was sure that she could feel it pressing against her stomach the way that I was straddling her.

If she did she didn't say anything to me. She glared at me, out of breath and frustrated. She was flushed and sweaty and her hair was disheveled. She was sexier than ever.

I smiled at her. "Two to nothing," I said.

Nicole glared back at me. She was obviously a competitive person. "Want to make things a little more interesting?" She asked.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked.

She stopped glaring at me and looked down. I got the impression that she was looking at the bulge in my sweatpants. "From now on each time somebody pins the other one, the loser has to take off a piece of clothing."

Strip wrestling? She sure had a funny way of taking things slowly. Unless she was some kind of wringer, I liked my chances. Heck, even if I lost, I was beginning to like my chances. "Sounds good to me," I said.

Without a word, Nicole lowered her head and charged at me, catching me around the waist and pushing me backward a few steps. I was able to dig in my heels and keep my balance on the carpeting. Once Nicole's initial push was over, she had nothing left. It was easy to grab her around her waist and push her back to the ground. This time instead of sitting astride her waist I fell against her, covering nearly her entire body with mine. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and my erection was somewhere around her hip. My face was inches from hers, and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, no fair!" She cried.

"There was nothing against kissing in the rules," I said.

"Fine, you win," she said, and I climbed off of her and helped her to her feet. Without a word she pulled her sweatshirt off of her head to reveal a plain white t-shirt underneath.

We grappled again, and I pinned her again. Off came a single sock. She dangled it in the air and tossed it aside. "Just one sock?" I said.

"Relax," Nicole said, "You're winning." She came at me again and I grabbed her and threw her right to the ground, climbing on top of her and pinning her. I reached behind her and pulled off her other sock and tossed it aside. I stood up again and offered her my hand. She lay on the ground for a few moments, breathing heavily and glaring at me. "Showoff," she said.

I laughed at her. Nicole surprised me by lunging at my legs, and managed to knock me off of my feet. She gained the upper hand for the first time and went about trying to pin my arms. I wouldn't let her. She would get one arm pinned but when she tried to focus on the other one I would lift the first one up. I toyed with her for a few minutes. She was really trying hard, grunting with the effort and getting more and more frustrated. When she realized she wasn't strong enough to pin my arms with hers, she ended up trying to pin one of my arms with both of her hands, and shifting her weight to pin my other arm with one of her legs. While she was off-balance I pushed her over until she was practically sitting in my lap, then I grabbed her in a hug and slid her off of me and onto the floor, lying across her for several seconds, but she was too exhausted to even struggle. I gave her a kiss on the lips this time which she responded to by playfully snapping her teeth like she was going to bite me.

I climbed off of her. Either the shirt or the pants were coming off this time. I wasn't sure if she was ready to remove something so revealing, so I decided to give her a chance to get out of it. "You don't have to take anything else off if you don't want to," I said.

"Oh, you're such a gentleman," Nicole said with a hint of sarcasm, slowly getting to her feet. "I made this bet and you won, fair and square," she added, and pulled her t-shirt over her head to reveal a white sports bra. I was momentarily distracted by the sight of her creamy white skin and the contours of her sports bra, which clearly showed her erect nipples pressing against the fabric. She took advantage of my distraction and threw herself at me again, knocking me off of my feet and backwards onto the floor. We rolled back and forth on the floor a few times. This time around our wrestling was much more sensual. Our arms were around each other and our legs were intertwined. I felt the bare skin of her back instead of a shirt. I was fully erect by now, and I'm sure she felt it pressing against her. As far as the actual wrestling match went, I'm sure Nicole knew by this point that it was going to be nearly impossible for her to pin me, but she kept trying.

Nicole was putting up a good fight, and I was even considering letting her win a round, but eventually I ended up lying on top of her, and just stayed there. She stopped struggling and looked at me. "Okay, I give," she said. I got up off of her and she stood up. She struck a pose, hands on hips. "Ready?" She asked. I smiled at her. She stuck her thumbs into the waistline of her sweatpants and pulled them down, revealing plain white cotton panties. I could see the outline of her brown bush underneath. She stepped out of her sweatpants and tossed them aside.

Nicole noticed me staring at her crotch. "Hey, up here," she said.

I sheepishly moved my gaze back to her brown eyes. "Sorry," I said, "It's been a while."

"I'm sure it has," Nicole said. We both stood silently, contemplating what was going to happen next. "Okay," Nicole eventually said, "One more round, winner takes all."

"Fair enough," I said, and this time I charged her, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her to the floor. We wrestled back and forth again, and I was almost sorry that I was still completely dressed because I would have loved to feel all of Nicole's exposed skin against mine. I made up my mind that this time I was going to let Nicole win. I let her roll me onto my back and pretended that I was too winded to fight her as she pinned my arms to the floor.

She was lying against me, breasts pressed against my chest and her crotch against my crotch. Suddenly I felt her grinding her hips against my erection. I was so turned on already that I was afraid she was going to make me cum right then.

Nicole looked me in the eye. "Letting me win, huh? You're such a gentleman." She kissed me on the lips, hard. "Unfortunately I'm not much of a lady," she added, and I could feel her begin to crawl forward until she was sitting on my neck, her panty-clad crotch just inches from my face. "I am so turned on right now," Nicole said, "Want to find out how much?" I could already see the wet spot on her panties, but she reached with a hand and slid them aside to reveal her pussy.

"Remember the rules," Nicole said, "Don't get handsy."

I lifted my head up to give her pussy a kiss. She was sweaty from the wrestling but there wasn't much of an odor. "There was nothing in the rules against kissing," I said. I kissed and licked at her pussy for a minute or two, until she moved her panties into place and got off of me.

She hovered over me with her hands on her hips. "Okay, I won," Nicole said, "Now strip."

I stood up and moved a few steps away from her. I took off my sweatshirt and t-shirt in quick succession. I jokingly did a couple of muscle-man poses.

"Very impressive," Nicole dead-panned. "Now show me the good stuff."

I pulled down my sweatpants, glad that I had on clean underwear. My erection was pitching quite a tent in my tighty-whities. I took off my socks... slowly... just to try to prolong the strip show. Nicole was staring at my erection. I cocked my hips back and forth a few times and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. I gingerly lifted the waistband over my cock and down my legs. I tossed my underwear aside and stood before her completely naked, my 7 inch cock pointing in her general direction.

Nicole slowly clapped her hands a few times, and then she closed the gap between us and kissed me. I felt her hand reach down and begin to fondle my cock.

I broke the kiss. "Hey, I thought we weren't allowed to get handsy," I said playfully.

"Dude, the game's over," Nicole replied, and kissed me again. We stayed like that for a few minutes, making out in her living room while Nicole fondled and stroked my erection. Eventually Nicole broke the kiss. "Okay, close your eyes," she said. I obediently closed them. "Don't open them until I tell you to," I heard her say. I could hear her footsteps moving around the apartment, and then I heard her approaching me again. "Keep them closed," I heard Nicole say again over the sound of my heart pounding. Suddenly I felt her hand on my cock, and the unmistakable feeling of her rolling a condom down over my erection. I was able to keep my eyes closed but it took a lot of effort. I felt her place a little kiss on the tip and then I heard her footsteps moving away again. After another minute I heard her call out, "Okay, come find me."

I followed the sound of her voice to her bedroom. It certainly wasn't a big apartment to get lost in. She was lying on her side on the bed, completely naked, with a hand between her legs, touching herself. "Come here," she said.

Without a word I joined her on the bed. She lay back and I climbed on top of her. We kissed, feverishly, and I began to kiss her neck, her shoulders, down to her breasts. I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked it until it got hard. Nicole grabbed my head and pulled me back to her face. "Enough foreplay," she gasped, "Just fuck me already."

I smiled at her, moving my hips so that my condom-covered cock lined up to the entrance to her pussy. I slid into her easily. She was tight but wet. She immediately wrapped her legs around my butt and pushed me as deeply into her as I could go. She was definitely ready to go.

I started to make love to her slowly, at the pace my wife preferred. I was quickly aware from the way that Nicole was bucking her hips and pressing her legs around my butt that she wanted me to go faster. I picked up the pace, but I could feel my excitement building. "I'm not going to last long," I whispered.

"Neither am I," she whispered back. She started moaning and bucking her hips even harder. "I'm coming," she gasped.

She pushed me over the edge as well. I grunted and started thrusting into her as hard as I could. We rode out our orgasms and then collapsed together. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, basking in the afterglow. "Thank you," I whispered.

"No, thank you," Nicole whispered back.

Beth

This story is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18.

*

To start let me introduce myself. My name is Jake and I am 21. I am 6 feet tall and have been told by former girlfriends that I am quite good looking. I have also been blessed with a 9 inch long and very thick cock.

Beth is my across the road neighbour and has been for the past year. She is 18 and she is with out a doubt one of the sexiest girls I have ever laid eyes on.

Though I don't know for sure I would say she is 5 feet 7 inches tall with dyed red hair(she used to have brown hair). She has amazing tits that I would say are about 32C and she has the best ass I have ever seen in a pair of jeans.

She looks so sexy when she walks across the street in her school uniform (she is in sixth form), though she looks sexy whatever she wears. The first time I spoke to her was about 3 months after she had moved in.

She had left her keys in her house and had been locked out by her parents. I could see her from my living room window and she looked cold (it was October). I walked across the road and asked if she would like to come over to my house while she waited. She said thanks and followed me over to my house.

We talked all the time she was here and became fast friends. I learned that she was single and that she had recently turned 18. I debated with myself about wether to ask her out. I had thought about it before but didn't know how old she was so I hadn't asked her. I decided not to as we had only just properly met.

After that we spoke nearly every day. A month went past and by now it was like we had been friends for years. I had decided I was going to ask her out the next time I saw her. I was about to go out to do some yard work when my phone rang.

"Hey Jake will you come to my house, i want you to meet my new girlfriend." It was my best friend David. We had been friend for about 10 years, ever since I moved to the area. I was surprised but agreed to go round and set of straight away.

When I got to his house David let me in. "How long have you been going out with this girl?" I asked. I only asked because he usually tells me as soon as he has a date with a girl, never mind actually getting to the girlfriend stage.

"About a month" he replied, "And let me tell you she is so fucking hot you are going to be so jealous." I had never been jealous of any of his girlfriends so I didn't take any notice. When I got to his living room however, I got the shock of my life.

There sat on the sofa, looking as sexy as ever was Beth. As she heard us enter she turned to speak but stopped when she saw me. After a moment she spoke, "Hey Jake, I didn't realise that you were friends with David."

I was so stunned I could't think of reply. David saved me the trouble when he asked the obvious question, "I didn't know you two knew each other." "Though you do live on the same street" He added.

I hardly spoke for the whole visit, though I did speak when I was spoken to. I just sat there wishing I had asked Beth out when I had the chance.

Now it was too late and she was with my best friend. I could feel something more than just disappointment inside myself, but didn't realise what it was until later.

I was lying on my bed later that night, trying to work out what else I was feeling about Beth and David being together when it dawned on me.

Even though I had never asked Beth out in the month I had known her, something had developed inside me. I had fallen in love with Beth without even realising it.

The months went by and before I knew it, it was July. Beth had live on my street for a year and she had been with David for nine months.

My friendship with Beth had deteriorated in that time. We only talked to each other about once a week. I didn't hate her I just thought that with my feelings for her I should stay away.

I was sitting in my house on a hot day in July when my phone beeped to signify that I had a text message. I looked down at the message "Hi Jake, Can you come over to my house. We need to talk." It was from Beth.

I didn't really want to go but it sounded important so I thought I should go. I walked over and knocked on her door. She opened the door, let me in and asked me to sit down. "Jake I want to ask you if you have a problem with me going out with David" Beth asked bluntly.

I was stunned for a second but eventually I replied "No." "What would make you think that?" I added so as not to seem impolite.

"It's just that before you found out that I was going out with David we were really good friends" she replied. "I feel like since you found out I was with David we have stopped speaking like we used to and it's like we aren't even friends anymore" she added.

I thought for a moment, then I replied "I'm sorry you feel like that but I just think it's more likely that we just haven't really seen each other much recently."

I knew this wasn't the answer she was expecting, judging by look on her face. "I just feel like there is more to it than that Jake" She said.

"Well i don't know what to say because I don't feel that there is anything more to it than what I said.

"David seems to think it's because you are jealous of us" she said. When I didn't answer her she spoke again, "Is that what it is? Are you jealous of me and David?"

For some reason I could feel myself getting angry. "Well David is completely wrong!" I snarled at her. I immediately regretted my tone when I looked at her.

"Don't speak to me like that!" she half shouted. "It's obvious from your reaction that you are jealous of me and David, so why don't you just man up and admit it!" she added.

"Fine!" I shouted. "I am jealous of you and David! Are you happy now?" I added. She opened her mouth to retort but I continued, shouting loudly "I mean how would you feel if the you had to see the person you love kissing your best friend!"

She sat stunned and I couldn't understand why for a second until I realised I had actually just told her I loved her. I got up quickly before she could speak and left, slamming the door behind me.

About 30 minutes later my phone rang, it was David. I didn't want to answer it but I thought I should get whatever he had to say out of the way. "Hey Jake, I thought I would let you know that Beth just broke up with me" he said, sounding depressed.

He went on to explain that she had told him that she was in love with somebody else and she didn't want to hurt him by stringing him along.

After he hung up, all I could think about was that Beth had said she loved someone else when earlier she was asking if I was okay with her being with David. 'Could it be me she is in love with?' I thought. There was only one way to find out, I thought and rushed out if the door.

I ran across the road to Beth's and knocked on the door. She opened it and I pushed my way inside. "David just called" I gasped, out of breath, "He said you broke up with him because you love someone else" I added. "I have to know if it is me you love because that's the only thing that makes sense to me" I demanded.

She didn't say anything but pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues swirled in each others mouths. It was the best kiss I had ever experienced. After about a minute she pulled away, "Does that answer your question?" she asked.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as we got into the room we began kissing and ripping our clothes off until we were down to our underwear. She closed to door behind us.

After another minute of kissing she slid down onto her knees facing my rapidly hardening dick. She pulled down my boxers and gasped "Oh my god! I have never seen a dick this big in real life, only in porn."

She began to stroke my dick slowly until it was fully hard. I felt harder than ever before. When it was fully hard she began to lick up and down the length before licking the head, making me groan in pleasure.

After a minute or so of that she took the head fully into her mouth and began to move down the length. It felt amazing, she was sucking my dick better than anyone before.

I thought I might hold out for a little while longer until I felt something nudge my skin above my dick. I looked down to see that she had fully taken me into her mouth. No girl had ever taken my dick fully into their mouth.

Seeing and feeling what she was doing pushed me over the edge. "Oh god Beth, i'm going to cum" I groaned. She kept on sucking while I filled her mouth with come and swallowed it down.

I pulled her up to her feet and kissed her again. "That was the best fucking blowjob I have ever had. Where did you learn to suck dick like that?" I asked.

"Do you really want to know?" she said smiling. I shook my head and resumed kissing her. As I was kissing her she reached back and unhooked her bra. She stepped back and took it off, revealing her amazing tits to me. They were even better than I had imagined.

I laid her on the bed and began to suck on her nipples, causing her to moan slightly. Then I slid down her body. I could smell her pussy before I reached it and could see her thong was soaking wet. I rubbed her pussy through her thong causing her to moan again.

I slid her thong down her legs and through it to the floor. Her pussy was so wet it was nearly dripping. Her pussy lips were the prettiest I had seen and her pussy hair was shaved into a little patch above it.

I gently licked her pussy causing her to moan out loudly. As I continued to lick she began to buck her hips, grinding her pussy into my face. "That's it, lick my pussy, make me cum on your face" she moaned.

I began to thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy like a miniature dick. This cause her buck her hips more violently. "Oh god! Fuck my pussy with your tongue, it feels so good!" she screamed.

I replaced my tongue with two fingers and began to suck on her clit. This pushed her over the edge. "Yessss! Suck on my clit, i'm cumming!" she screamed before coating my face in the best tasting pussy juice I have ever tasted.

I remove my fingers from her pussy as she lay gasping for breath. "Fuck! That was the best anyone has ever licked my pussy!" she gasped. I slid up her body to kiss her passionately.

As I kissed her I could feel my dick nudging her pussy. She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and said "Fuck me!"

She grabbed my dick and pushed the head into her pussy. She was so tight, I could feel her pussy stretching to accomodate my dick. "Your dick is so big, it's stretching my pussy so much!" she gasped.

I took a few minutes but I finally pushed myself into her pussy fully. "Oh god, my pussy feels so full. It feels so good!" she moaned. I began to move in and out, slowly at first to allow her to adjust. She was moaning nearly constantly. Her moans were so sexy.

As I began to move faster, she became more vocal. "Oh yes! This feels amazing, your dick feels so good!" she moaned. I started to move even faster she moaned "Yesss! Fuck me baby, fuck me hard!"

I began to hammer into her pussy, almost pulling out fully before slamming back in. "Yes baby, fuck me with that big dick!" she screamed. I went even faster causing her pussy spasm around my dick. "Oh god Jake pound my pussy baby, i'm cumming all over your big dick!" she screamed.

When her pussy finished spasming, I pulled out. She lay gasping as I moved up to kiss her. After we broke the kiss she said "Fuck me doggie style baby." She got on her hands and knees and I entered her from behind. "It feels even better in this position" she moaned.

I didn't hold back this time and began to fuck her hard and fast straight away. "Yes baby fuck me like that, fuck my pussy!" she screamed. I was slamming into her as hard and fast as I could. "Oh god Jake, this is the best! No one has ever fucked me like this before. Don't stop!" she screamed.

I felt that familiar tingling in my balls. "Oh fuck Beth i'm going to cum baby!" I shouted out.

"Me too Jake, cum inside me, let's cum together!" she screamed before her pussy began to spasm around my dick as I slammed as far into her as I could and unloaded deep inside her. "Fuck Jake I can feel you cumming deep in my pussy! It feels so amazing!" she screamed.

I pulled out of her pussy after I had finished cumming and we both slumped to the bed. We kissed again before I broke it to speak. "Fuck Beth that was amazing. Why didn't we do this sooner?" I asked.

"We just didn't get a chance. I got with David just after I met you" she replied. Suddenly she seemed to realise something as she shot up and said "Shit! What time is it?"

"4.45, Why?" I asked.

"Because my mum will be home at 5!" she answered. "She doesn't like boys in the house when she isn't home" she added, seeing my puzzled expression.

We both dressed hurriedly before a though occured to me. "Why don't we go over ro my house?" I asked. "My Parents are gone for 2 weeks. We will have the place to ourselves for as long as we want" I added.

Her face lit up as she kissed me and dragged me to my house. I unlocked the door and locked it behind me. We raced upstairs to my bedroom before she spoke again.

"Why don't we have a shower after getting all sweaty earlier" she said, flashing her sexy smile. We tore our clothes off and jumped into the shower. She looked so sexy when she was wet.

We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Before too long she had her back against the wall and her legs around my waist as I thrust into her. "Oh god Jake, you fuck me so good!" she moaned.

"Yes baby fuck my pussy with your big dick and make me cum!" she screamed. Her pussy spasmed around my dick for the third time that day when I announced I was going to cum. "Fill me with your cum again baby!" she screamed as I unloaded in her again.

We kissed again before she looked me in the eye and said "I love you Jake."

"I love you too Beth" I replied before kissing her again.

For the rest of the day we stayed in bed. Though we were no longer fucking like earlier, we were making love.

Unfortunately David found out it was me that Beth was in love with and he ended our friendship. I haven't seen or spoken to him for five years.

Me and Beth have been together for those five years. We got married last year and are planning on starting a family soon.

That's my story, Thanks for reading.

The Damp Spot, Again

Rachel stood in the middle of her living room, large eyes surveyed the furniture in a sweeping arc, taking in the expensive carpet, the beige leather sofa, coffee table with its customary one or two magazines carelessly strewn on the polished ash effect top.

Jim's television sat brooding and silent in the far corner, silently observing her return to her home after so long. Her reflection dimly mirrored her image in the black glass. A still, thin figure, dressed in jeans and a shirt as it surveyed the room. The television was Jim's, he bought it on a whim, not discussing it with her, just rubbing his hands together like Uriah Heap in anticipation of the delivery truck. Rachel hated it. For one thing, it was way too big for the room and dominated more than the corner it had been banished to. The remote was also on the coffee table, partially hidden by one of her magazines.

She continued her sweeping survey. Seeing the familiar, but feeling like an intruder on a past life.

And then, her hand flew to her mouth in an effort to stifle it before it escaped from her mouth, between her teeth to rattle around the room and bounce of the walls. Either her hand wasn't quick enough or the gaps between her fingers allowed the sob to pass. It was only the one, heaving sob, short, but full of sorrow and a lonely anguish. It came from the heart, a place she had hoped her extended stay away had capped off, but returning home had reopened the wound.

The memories of Jim, lying on the sofa, watching the figures on his prized possession, yelling at the team or the referee or contestants in a game show, were so stark. The time since his death had not diminished the expectancy of him. Painfully close was his voice, his space, even the smell of him.

Rachel stood; eyes closed and relived snippets of conversation, demands for food, tea, to get out of the way. The cadences of his voice so familiar, the way he growled as he snoozed in his favourite place. And then there was his smell, ingrained in the cushions on the settee, absorbed in the leather and permeated into every surface. The polish that had been used by the cleaners did not have a strong enough scent to mask Jim's musk. A smell that she missed now and in a heart aching moment of remembrance, craved in the basest sense.

It was more than she could take in. Rachel almost bolted. She even felt her feet shuffle in readiness to fly from the house, slam the front door and just keep on running until she fell off the edge of the world.

Her six months away had not been enough. The wound was still too raw for her to return to London and try to pick up her life, sans Jim.

She didn't bolt from the house though. Instead, she stood in the middle of the front room, her face in her hands as she soaked up the misery until it spilled over and she sobbed in wracking heaves.

Jim being taken from her so violently was not how it was supposed to be. Being a victim in a road traffic accident was not part of the plan. He was standing in a queue for a bus when the drunk driver mowed him and two others down. It was not fair and was cut short, all too soon, their plans for the future. Marriage, kids and a long happy life had all been extinguished in a fraction of a second. Being told he would not have known much about it didn't help. She knew he would have looked to see what it was hurtling towards him, bouncing off of a brick wall. She knew he would have seen it coming and that was the real horror Rachel could not cope with.

For six months, spent at her parent's home in Surrey, she had sobbed, had grieved and tried to overcome the heart break. Dad had been especially supportive, silently grasping her and holding her head against his chest while she cried her anguish out. He rarely said anything as she broke down. He was just there. He had been her rock and steadying post. Then, when he judged the time to be right they talked and talked, far into the night and early morning. It was the point in which Rachel decided to take control of her life again; return to the house and become Rachel; on her own two feet, ready to face the world again.

Her resolve had been solid and even she had begun to believe in it, but then, here she was, in pieces and totally undone.

Her grief exhausted her. Rachel was bone weary again, a condition she thought was better, until her return to the house. Perhaps it was too soon. Perhaps it might never be right. She was too tired to think about the immediate future. She went to bed, not even taking her clothes off and slept a fitful night, full of dreams and memories that hurt.

The sound of cheering woke her the next morning. At first, she could not work out where it was coming from, but then, as her sense came back to her, she realised the sounds were coming from downstairs. The television was on with the sound far too high. A football match was playing, a re-run from the weekend she guessed. Rachel hit the remote and turned the sound down and spun on her heel to admonish Jim.

He wasn't there. How could he be? Jim was dead. In that brief moment, she had fully expected to see him slouched across the settee in his boxers. It was a shock that he wasn't and then a deeper shock when she remembered why he couldn't be.

She picked up the remote and pressed the power switch and wondered how the set had come on without her pressing buttons. Perhaps it had a timer or switched on when certain programs were scheduled. The screen went black and reflected her dim outline. Suddenly, the silence of the room was oppressive, enough to drive her out and into the shower.

Rachel dressed and realised she was hungry.

A little while later, after a bacon sandwich and a large mug of tea in the local cafe, she felt much better and began to think about the practicalities of her immediate future.

One; she would need to go shopping. There was little food in the house, so that was a priority.

Two; she would need to speak to her boss. The company had given her compassionate leave, but that had expired two months ago. She had maintained contact with the HR department. Chances were that she could get her job back. There are not that many experienced legal secretaries.

Three; She would need to re-acquaint herself with her circle of friends. Rachel thought that it would be difficult at first, where sympathy would adjust their interactions. But, she hoped, in time, things would settle down as they became used to the fact that she was alone now.

Four; she would need to sort her finances out. The pay out from the insurance company, although substantial, would not last forever. It would be a good idea to invest what was left and keep it as a stand by.

Armed with her new resolutions, Rachel toured the local supermarket and realised, suddenly, that they are geared up for families and definitely not for single people, unless they could happily survive on ready-made meals. Everything came in packs of two or more. It would mean separating and re-bagging for the freezer.

The television was on again with a game of rugby blaring out from the sound system as she struggled into the living room, laden with her shopping.

"This is weirding me out." Rachel said aloud to herself. She dropped the bags and hit the remote power switch and then, unplugged the set from the wall.

All hell broke loose. The moment she pulled the plug, the sidelights flicked on, as did the radio and the small fan heater. She jumped at the sudden cacophony of sound and light then realised that, judging by the noises coming from the kitchen, all the appliances had come on.

One by one, she turned things off. The lights and radio and then in the kitchen, the mixer, cooker alarm, kettle and so on until all were either switched off or unplugged. In her haste to regain control of her home, she didn't have time to feel frightened or wonder what was going on other than to assume it had been a power surge caused by her unplugging the television.

But, then, as she returned to the living room, she could hear something rattling upstairs. All of the lights were on, stairs, landing and her bedroom. The noise was coming from the other side of the bedroom door. Now she was getting worried and gingerly pushed the door with her foot, leaning backwards, ready for flight.

Her bedside alarm clock had fallen off the dressing table, the rattling was the vibration of the clock bouncing on the laminate flooring where alarm and vibrate were both working. She picked it up and flicked the switch across to silence the clock with its red led lights showing the time in numerals.

She could hear her rabbit vibrator buzzing in the drawer and as she turned that off too, realised that it was not plugged into the mains. How had a surge in the electrics started that off?

Rachel, not usually given over to panic, suddenly felt fearful, bordering on panic. This was too weird. She felt quite vulnerable and terribly alone. It felt like the walls were crowding in on her and the house had become sullen, malevolent, even.

It took her quite some time to settle down during which she plugged the kettle back in and made herself a cup of tea. Irrationally, she checked the fuse cupboard to make sure all was as it should be. Her knowledge of electrics was sufficiently poor that she would not have recognised a problem if there were one, unless there were scorch marks.

She stored the groceries in the fridge and kitchen cabinets. The mundane action helped to soothe her.

At last, exhausted, she reconnected the television and settled into the cushions to watch the giant screen and anything to take her mind off of recent events. She reaffirmed that the screen was too big for the room as contestants in a banal game show seemed to be almost life size. It boggled her eyes a bit and the resolution of the screen allowed for every facial blemish to be shown in perfect clarity. The television would have to go, she decided.

Wishing to avoid a headache, she hit the power button of the remote and saw the screen go black. Her reflection shone back at her, mirror imaging the room and her slouched position on the settee. And then, she saw a movement in the reflection. Some dark shadow appeared to have passed behind her, near the door to the kitchen.

She spun around, but saw nothing. The fright she had felt came back as sharp and consuming as it had been earlier. She shivered and wanted to run from the room, from the house that suddenly, did not feel to be the safe haven it used to be.

"Jim, if you're fucking about. Stop it!" Rachel did not believe in an afterlife and did not expect that she would get an answer, but it felt good to stamp her authority, even if it was on someone departed. She had to be in control of her environment and was not going to be frightened out of the house. It was hers, her property. Nothing happened except that she felt better in having said it and perhaps, stamped her authority.

She dreamed that night, reliving some of the best times with Jim. Remembering sunny days in the country, walking for miles and miles, aimlessly and then finding a secluded place. Their love making, slow and sensuous, always culminated in a climactic finish with both of them breathing hard and quivering from the joy of each other's bodies and the harmony of their respective orgasms. Jim had really been the perfect lover. He had his faults, but when it came to sex, his consideration and natural athleticism provided her with a partner second to none.

She woke in the morning to sunlight streaming into the room from between the curtains that had a small gap where they were not quite pulled together. The alarm clock was blank. She hadn't put the plug in. Rachel stretched and threw back the covers. The bed was soaked with a circular stain that was familiar. Always I get the damp spot she thought to herself and then giggled. She felt the way she normally did after a good session; Invigorated, alive and happy and very much in need of a shower.

She was sore she discovered. Her sex was tender to the touch of her bath sponge as if she had been on the nest all night. It brought back happy memories.

"I must have frigged myself stupid last night." She said out loud and then told herself off for talking to herself.

She was famished; another of those, morning after rituals when the local café did a brisk business in feeding the two of them following a night of passion. Usually, they were red-eyed and almost incoherent with exhaustion, but managed to convey the need for food and steaming mugs of tea.

Rachel dressed and entered the café, feeling much happier than she had in too long a time.

She called her previous employers who said they would be happy to have her back. A meeting was set up for the following Monday to discuss terms and her role. Even the law does not stand still, there were new elements of the job that she would need to be trained in. It was a positive call and fed into her feeling of wellbeing. Even the sun shone on this crisp early spring day.

The shopping centre was as busy as ever. Rachel didn't like crowds, but would put up with the discomfort when searching for clothes.

A few hours later, she stepped out of the mini-cab and unlocked the front door. The television was again, paying to itself with the sound turned up to a pitch far too high. For a moment, she didn't know quite what to do. But, then decided to leave it on, not wanting to cause the pandemonium of yesterday. It still weirded her out, but she felt some acceptance.

She placed her carrier bags in the bedroom with the contents to be sorted and hung later. Then made a cup of tea, which she took into the living room.

Rachel sat on the settee at the opposite end the where Jim would have been while watching sports. She sipped her tea and stared warily at the space he used to occupy. She could see nothing nor sense anything, just the vacancy of the three-seater sofa.

It was cricket. The game on the television showed the bowler running up to the crease to deliver a fastball at the batter. Hang on, she thought to herself, Jim doesn't like cricket. Correction, didn't like cricket. The screen went blank suddenly and she couldn't help but to smile. A small victory, she thought. If the television is going to turn it's self on, then it should be for something worth watching.

Much later, she zapped a ready-meal in the microwave and opened a bottle of wine. She found a detective program, set in wartime and settled to eat her meal. The food was less than inspiring, looking like a conglomeration of component parts, all mashed together and then far too much salt added. The wine helped to wash it down and fill the space her stomach craved.

The second glass of wine relaxed her even more. Rachel lay back and watched the conclusion of Foyle's war. As usual, he figured out who did it and solved the case. It was as the credits were beginning to role and the announcer was advising of future programs that she noticed two of the buttons of her blouse had inexplicably become undone, showing her cleavage to full effect. She had no recollection of undoing them. Then a third button parted as she watched. Then a fourth button became detached from the buttonhole, further parting the garment. Transfixed, Rachel watched as the two parts of her blouse were gradually parted to expose her bra-covered breasts.

Somewhere between fascination and fear had her spell bound, unable to move, completely devoid of volition, her blouse was slowly pulled out from under the waistband of her jeans.

Unseen, but distinctly felt hands were moulding her breasts. She could she the indentation of her bra as fingers manipulated, squeezed and fondled her. She didn't know how to respond. The ministrations were mildly erotic, but it was way too weird. At last, she regained some control and tried to get up. It was as if she had collided with invisible marshmallow. A gentle force across her chest, pushed her back down to a prone position.

The cups of her bra were yanked down and she could feel two sets of fingers easing out her tits from the confines of the lacy material. Suddenly, her nipples were pulled insistently, reshaping her breast into conical mounds with an acute point where her nipples had been puled upwards. In normal circumstances, Rachel would be writhing in pleasure about now. She actually liked her breast to be treated quite roughly. It was a sure fire trigger to get her aroused.

"Okay buster, that's far enough." She said, using as stern a voice as possible. She tried to rise up again, but was pushed back by the invisible force.

The button of her jeans flew open and her blouse was pulled down, trapping her arms. She felt a hand reach behind her neck to pull her up. The collar of the blouse was yanked down to below her elbows, which were now quite effectively tied behind her back. The front clasp of her bra sprung apart and the garment added to the restriction, further trapping her.

Rachel had enjoyed the mild S&M she had shared with Jim. Nothing too elaborate, just the occasional tying up and blind folding. She got off on that a few times, but this was far too weird for her neural receptors to react in a pleasurable way.

A sudden yank on her jeans waistband hand them halfway down her legs. The force of the sudden pull had shifted her down the settee. She scooted back up so that the cushions supported her. A second pull had her jeans around her ankles. The forces being used to disrobe her were irresistible, she couldn't fight against something she couldn't see and besides, her blouse was far too efficient as a tie.

Then, softly, she felt a delicate touch to the skin of her leg, just above her knee. It lingered for a minute or so before beginning in an upward sensation towards her mons, still covered by her panties. It was the merest of touches, light almost butterfly like, but insistently travelling up from her knee. The unseen finger touched her sex through the fabric of her panties. It was as if an electrical current had been passed through her body. Rachel gasped at the contact and the gentle pressure, pushing the gusset into the crack of her labia. Suddenly, her body became switched on. Her legs began to part to allow for access. The pressure left her and she felt two hands push her legs together. An involuntary Oh escaped from between her lips at the loss of the touch.

If this is imagination, she thought, then bring it on. Who needs a rabbit if this is what her mind can conjure up.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. The time seemed to have stood still. It felt like long minutes passed until the band of her pants lifted as if a finger had been hooked under the band where it touched her hip. Another hooked under the band on the other hip and between the unseen fingers began to work her pants down her thighs. Rachel lifted her arse to make it an easier transition. Her panties soon joined her jeans, wrapped around her ankles.

Her nipple was pulled again, the side nearest to the edge of the settee. The kneading had her gasping again. It wasn't gentle, pulling her breast out of shape. The sensation was not painful, just enough to get her attention. She arched her back in pleasure, wanting more, wanting it to continue until she came.

Almost un-noticed, where the ministration of her nipple was insistently demanding her undivided attention, a gentle pressure was applied to her mons. A circulating pressure that pulled slightly at her pubic hair, drawing it into small curlicues and tugging on her sex, suddenly registered in her mind.

Rachel gasped again. The heat in her belly was mounting. Her arousal was becoming unbearable in her need for release. Her breathing was short, hissing between her clenched teeth as the delight of the two centres of pleasure were being treated to something she hadn't realised she had missed.

Then, while her body was being treated to the tweaking and circular stroking, the barest of touches to her lips added to the sensations. It felt like a pair of soft, dry lips was covering hers. Her mouth opened as the pressure increased. A tongue passed into her mouth in a French kiss. She tasted cinnamon on the breath of her invisible lover and felt her orgasm explode as the tongue caressed her mouth.

Good-bye

Nothing feels as bad as not really knowing that something is coming and then finally getting the answer that you didn't want to hear but that you knew you would. I had that happen, and reading the words "I want to be friends, nothing more, nothing less" hit me like a ton of bricks. In his defense, I'm sure I deserved to hear them more than I thought I did... I did take things more seriously than I should have. So, in an attempt to finalize things and maybe get them back to the way they were I asked for one more meeting to get a few things back that I had given to him when all this started a couple years ago. Things didn't go exactly how I planned it but in my life, nothing has ever gone the way I planned!!

Rob showed up at the hotel, he didn't seem to be as happy to see me as I would have wanted but he was bringing me what I had asked him for and that supposed to be the only reason he came. I asked him to come in and he slowly walked through the door. The lights in the room weren't on and the curtain in the window was only pulled half way open. He turned and handed me all of what I had asked for without saying a word. I took it, said thank you and put it down not taking my eyes off him. I had so many things I wanted to say but I knew I didn't want to fight with him and I didn't want him to walk away right then so I just asked how he was doing.

He smiled... it was that smile, the one that said everything should be ok and told me he was fine. The silence seemed to drag on and Rob was looking a bit uncomfortable as we stood there. There was a part of me that wanted to yell, scream and cry and ask why things turned out the way they did but I knew I shouldn't say anything.

I broke the silence,

"I guess this is it then?", "Yes" he said as he started heading toward the door.

I reached out and grabbed his arm and he turned and looked at me "Jennifer, I don't want to do this, let me go." "No!" The anger in my voice was startling to even me. I decided I wasn't going to let him leave without some answers, I felt I deserved them. I knew this wasn't going to go well but I had to know.

"What the hell happened to us?" I asked, tears beginning to fill my eyes.

"Jenn I told you, you took things too far, I wanted it but you were too much too quick. You caused me more problems and even when I asked you to back off, you didn't."

The room was spinning and I wasn't sure if I even wanted to continue with the conversation but I knew I needed to say some things.

"I loved you, I still love you and I think you need to know just how serious I was and still am about us." Putting his hand up he tried to cut me off. "Rob please, just let me say this and then you are free to go and if it's what you want, I won't bother you again. I know I was pushy and overbearing and I know that I caused you a lot of unnecessary drama and I am sorry for that but in my defense, I never lied to you, I told you how I was feeling from the beginning and you didn't. You said that you loved me, we sexted, met up and had some fun but the one thing you never did was actually let me know how you really felt about me."

The tears were now streaming down my face and I could see the anger and frustration in his eyes. I knew I was pushing him and I knew he was getting ready to leave. I couldn't think fast enough, Rob was going to leave and there was nothing I could do to stop him. He stared at me, his eyes burning with anger and hurt and I could see that he was over this conversation. Looking down he took a step forward and I stepped in front of him so he couldn't get to the door. "Move please" he asked.

"Why, why can't you just talk to me?"

"Get out of the way I told you I am not and I will NOT do this!"

I watched as Rob placed his head in his hand, took and deep breathe and looked at me again. He was angry, I knew he would be and right then I didn't care as long as I could keep him with me.

"Jenn listen to me, I thought we could be together, I was wrong. Now, let me go before this gets worse!"

I put my hands on his chest and started to yell at him, my anger just overflowed and he was going to hear what I had to say.

"Dammit Rob, just tell me how you feel about me, don't lie and don't be nice just to spare my feelings! I want to know what's really going on in your mind!"

He grabbed my wrists, stepped toward me and said "you really want to know, you think you can handle really knowing?"

"Yes!" I said and he shoved me back into the door. I could feel his breath on my face and before I knew it he was kissing me. His lips pressing into mine as his hands pulled mine behind my back. Our bodies were pressed together against the door with nowhere to go. He grabbed both of my hands in one of his and his other hand slid up my body and grabbed me around the neck as he continued to kiss me. I felt his tongue press into my lips and they parted to let him in. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to pull in him, to taste him and desire filled me. Finally he backed away just a little and asked me if I finally understood.

"No" I said breathlessly "You still didn't tell me anything, but I don't mind when you show me". He began running his thumb up and down my cheek, brushing away the tears that had been falling. "Rob, I don't know how much more of this I can take. I want you, I want to be with you and this isn't helping how I am feeling right now."

"Jenn, just shut up! I can't explain but I want to show you."

"Ok."

He let go of my hands, placed his hands on the side of my face and pulled me into him. I could feel his breath, his cheek brushing against mine and across the end of my nose. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy being with him and then I had a startling revelation, this wasn't going to last and I began to push him away. Trying to move he kept pulling me closer and I finally pushed hard enough to look at him.

"Rob why are you doing this me, don't you understand what this is doing to me?"

Once again the tears began to fall and I couldn't stop them, as much as tried to keep them from falling there was nothing I could do about it. I could see the frustration in his eyes as he looked down and then looked back at me.

"I'm tired of talking about this! Just stop talking or I'm leaving... and right now Jenn, I don't want too!"

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into the room backing me into the bed and shoving me down. I wasn't sure what he was planning but I wasn't about to say anything. Taking his shirt off he lay down on the bed next to me and pulled me over to him. As I opened my mouth to say something Rob leaned into me and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth and sucking on my bottom lip. It was like nothing I had felt from him in a long time and I leaned into it giving him as much of me as he wanted. I could feel him pulling on my shirt until he had pulled it out of my pants and then his hands were touching my stomach. He was hot and his hands were scratchy, the way they are when you work a tough manual job. I pulled away from him so that he had access to get into my shirt with ease but he grabbed me again and pulled me close so that he could continue to kiss me. I felt his fingers brush against my nipple and I jumped from the static I could feel. I was getting a tingling sensation in my breasts and I wanted him to touch me, skin to skin. He must have understood the feelings I was having as he pulled on the top of my bra, yanking it down under my breast so that he could rub it and pinch and pull on my nipple. Our breathing became labored as the sexual tension was growing between us.

I pulled away from him and pushed him onto his back and sat on him, sliding my shirt slowly up my body and over my head. Taking his hands in mine I ran them up my body to my breasts now partially covered. Rob rubbed them one in and one out of the bra and moved them around and then moved his hands toward my back and unhooked my bra, slowly letting it slide off my shoulders and down my arms. He grabbed it and threw it onto the floor and leaned up into me, his face pressing into my chest. I could feel his breath as his hands pulled my breast up into mouth, his tongue flicking the nipple while his other hand rubbed and pulled on the other breast.

"Jesus Christ, I love your breasts! I have always loved them and always wanted them." Rob said as he literally made love to my breasts. He was pinching, pulling, sucking and loving each breast equally as if he would never get a chance to do this again.

I slide my hands down his shoulders and across his chest. My fingers gently rubbing over his nipples and I moved down his body. Reaching down between my legs I found his cock through his pants and I could feel that he was beginning to get hard. I rubbed him through his pants, he closed his eyes and leaned back to give me better access as I rubbed up and down his ever hardening cock. He too began to run his hand down my body until he found my pussy through my pants that were now damp from the excitement I had already been experiencing. He pulled me off to the side of him and we lay on the bed facing each other, our hands exploring each other through our pants and we began to kiss and play. I felt his hand begin to pull at the button on my pants and then my zipper was being pulled down as well and I felt his hand slide into my pants. His fingers began to explore and move inside of my panties and I could feel him touching the skin above my pussy. I thrust my pelvis into his hand and felt his fingers begin to slide down through my soaking wet slit, willing his finger to touch me. Slowly he slid over my clit causing me to moan and pull on the button and zipper of his pants until they were open enough I could slide my hand inside and touch his cock. I wrapped my hand around him and began to rub up and down his cock, squeezing and pulling as he was beginning to rub my clit. We were moaning together, enjoying the sensation of feeling each other.

Desire was building strong and intense between us and we both knew that we wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I pulled my hand from his pants and lay on my back pushing my pants down my legs and kicking them off onto the floor. Rob, seeing what I was doing did the same and then rolled over onto me and pinned my arms to bed. He leaned down and began to kiss my body, not allowing me to touch him. His leg draped across mine and I moved my leg to rub his cock as he kissed and sucked on my breasts slowly moving down my body, licking and biting as he traveled down my stomach toward my pussy, now aching for his touch.

"Rob, please touch me, I need to feel you on my pussy and deep inside me"

"Patience Jennifer, all in good time"

It was all I could do to hold on as he reached my pussy and his tongue slid out of mouth and began to move around my clit. I could feel his hand sliding off my arm and down my body to my pussy. I was shaved and I could feel everything with a heightened sensation as he licked my wet slit and with pressure slide his tongue up to my clit. My body jerked with pleasure and all I wanted was to feel him inside me. His finger began working its way into my pussy as he sucked and licked my clit. His tongue was being replaced with his thumb that was now dancing around on top my clit as he slid his finger deeper inside me. I wanted more of him as once again it was like he was reading my mind. He slid another and another finger inside me until he was feeling me from deep inside and my body began to tingle and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. My pussy was squeezing his fingers and I began to cum hard and fast. The flood of juices began to run out of me as his fingers kept moving deep inside me.

"Let it go Jennifer, this is what you want and I will give you more, just let it all go"

My cries were met with a release that I had not felt in a very long time. As I caught my breath as he pulled his fingers out of me and sat up and pushed him onto his back, looked into his eyes I said...

"Now it's my turn"

Rob's eyes sparkled with excitement from not knowing what was about to happen but I knew what I wanted and it was more than I was able to do any other time we had been together. It was painfully obvious that this would be the last time we would be together and I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to show him just what he would be missing. I began to run my hands over his body, gently brushing his skin with my fingertips letting them slide over his stomach and chest up and down his body. I began to kiss and lick his chest, his nipples, down his stomach until I reached his ever growing cock. Wrapping my hand around him I pulled him into my mouth and began to suck his hardening cock. Rob leaned his head back and moaned as I sucked him, rolling my tongue across the slit and tasting the small amount of cum that had begun to seep from the head. He reached up and ran his hands up my arms, across my shoulders and then reached behind my head to pull me into him. This was not what I expected. Quickly I pulled off, grabbed his hands and held them down on the bed over his head.

"No touching! This is what I want, not what you want! IF you are going to say goodbye and leave me again with a broken heart, I get to say goodbye my way."



Shock crossed his face but he allowed me to continue without touching me. I climbed on top on him slowly letting my body caress his and I slid up and down his body letting my breasts touch him every so lightly. This was my opportunity to do what I had been fantasizing about for years and I wasn't letting it go. Feeling the warmth coming off his body helped to make what I was doing more exciting. His cock was hard and I could feel it as I slowly let my pussy, now wet and dripping, slide over him, not allowing him to enter me. Rob held his breath as I ran my hands over his body and my pussy over his cock. Pressing upward he tried to enter me but I moved so that he would only be able to feel as the head of his cock entered me. He moaned as the wetness and warmth began to wrap itself around him. Stopping him before he could get further into me I looked into his eyes...

"Rob, tell me what you want... tell me everything you want, how you feel, what you like, what you want to feel"

A smile crossed his lips

"You, right now I just want you! I want to feel you touching me, kissing me, licking me. I want to be inside you, deep inside you. I want you to make love to me, show me what you have always wanted to do to me and do with me."

With that being said I slowly lowered myself onto his cock taking him into me little by little until I was full and feeling him deep within me. His cock slid into me easily from the juices that had been flowing from me. I began to move on top of him, letting his cock move around inside me as I squeezed him with my pussy that was already beginning to tingle and I knew it would not be long before I had another orgasm. For the first time in a long time I felt that I was connecting with the person that I had known and loved for years and the feeling was overwhelming and I began to move faster and faster sliding up and down his cock, taking as much of him as I could with each movement. I knew that I was close and I could see it in his face that he was just as close as I was and I let myself go as the orgasm swept over me and I exploded all over him, juices flowed freely from inside me and with a sharp intake of breath Rob let go and I could feel him exploding inside me.

"Yesssss!" I cried out

"Fuck!" Was all I heard from Rob

Quickly I climbed off him and slid between his legs sucking him into my mouth, tasting him and myself and sucked hard. Pulling him into my mouth and working his cock until I could feel it getting harder again. Rob reached out for me again and I quickly slapped his hands back. Once he was ready I slipped off him.

"Get up, I want you to make love to me, make me believe that you actually loved me once and then fuck me hard like we will never see each other again!"

Happily Rob complied with my wishes. He laid me down and climbed on top of me, rubbing down my body, kissing and licking me, tasting the sweat that was forming on my breasts and nipples. His cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy and then he grabbed my hips and pulled me hard into him while he began to pound his cock in and out of my pussy, bring us both to orgasm together. Rob collapsed on top of me, both of us catching our breath.

"Jenn, I need to take a shower and get out of here. I've been here too long and I have to go."

"Rob, will I see you again or at least will we still be able to talk? I don't want to lose you again but I am prepared for you to walk away and not talk to me again."

"I don't know what's going to happen when I leave but what I do know is I am not ready to do this again. I still don't know if I can trust you not to always be pushing me and I can't handle it so please don't make me.

Tears began forming in my eyes as he walked toward the shower. I got dressed and decided that I had finally gotten come closure even though it wasn't really what I was expecting and I knew that it wasn't ending the way I wanted it too but at least I was getting to say good-bye. Rob came out of the bathroom, got dressed, picked up his things and headed for the door with me following close behind. He turned, looked at me, smiled and said good-bye. I watched as he walked away hoping it was not forever but knowing it may be.