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Again, this is a true story – 100% true apart from names which have been changed.

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This story is how my life got turned upside down within a pretty small period of time – literally weeks.

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It was August 1998 and I was getting all ready to move away from my parents to go and study at University.

During the summer I’d enjoyed a couple of great holidays with my friends and one with my long-term boyfriend, Andy.

Me and Andy had been together for nearly 3 years. Andy was a decent guy who was the same age as me and our relationship was pretty serious.

We were both going away to University, to different cities but, had talked a fair bit about getting married once we’d graduated.

I didn’t know for sure but suspected Andy was getting ready to propose to me before we left for Uni.

If I’m honest I wasn’t sure how I felt about committing so young and before such a huge change in our lives. I wanted to experience University properly without feeling tied down really.

But, with all the emotions of leaving home for the first time along with leaving behind my boyfriend I just didn’t know what I was thinking.

Me and Andy had a good relationship but not one I’d say was adventurous. I wasn’t a shy girl necessarily but I was attracted to Andy because he was a sensible kind of guy and one who respected us girls.

We didn’t really have a ‘sexual’ relationship as you’d expect most teens. Sure, we snogged lots but, we rarely had sex or even passionate fumbles. I did find this quite frustrating at times when I’d hear my friends talking about how much sex they were having with their boyfriends but, I was so focussed on my exams I just didn’t let it get to me too much.

So, the night before I was due to leave for Uni finally arrived.

I’d arranged to go out for a meal with Andy as our final time together before being apart until Christmas – a hefty 13 weeks.

I wanted to impress Andy that night as part of me was becoming paranoid that he might meet another girl and we’d be no more.

I knew my parents were going to be out fairly early as they were travelling out of town to go to a friends house for dinner. As any teenage girl will tell you, this is a very liberating fact as it means I can dress however I like without having to face the parental ‘slut check’ before going out.

My parents were very liberal and, to be honest, I knew they were sexually adventurous too – more on that another time. But, I was still their daughter and I still felt that I needed their approval before going out.

So, I’d been out shopping the week before knowing I had this ‘date’ with Andy and that I really wanted to impress him and make him ‘remember’ me – just as any insecure girl would in my situation.

Andy being the conservative boy he was didn’t like me looking too sexy as he didn’t like the idea of other people thinking he was dating an ‘easy’ girl. Tonight though, I didn’t care what he thought, I wanted other people to look at me so he realised just how sexy his girlfriend was and that he didn’t need to look elsewhere.

I’d spent a while in the bathroom pampering myself, putting on my favourite perfume and applying some smokey eyes type makeup.

What I was going to wear was a real dare to myself really. As you can probably tell from the above, I didn’t usually wear very sexy attire but tonight I really pushed myself out of my comfort-zone completely.

I’d bought this gorgeous deep purple silk floor-length halter-neck maxi dress. It was absolutely stunning but very thin. It had a good lining to the top part which went over my breasts but, below there the material was only really doubled up in a kind of floating, multi-layered effect. This made the dress float and billow out behind me as I walked with a rather large skirting effect.

Due to the very thin and floaty nature of the dress it was impossible to really wear anything under it without everyone seeing the lingerie.

Believe me, I tried every possible lingerie item and combination but, in the end, I decided that actually, if I were to bowl Andy over then there was only one thing for it…to not wear anything under the dress.

The halter-neck was great because I could adjust the amount of cleavage on show and how ‘decent’ it appeared. With my shapely 34dd the dress was always going to show a good cleavage but tonight, without my parents around I made sure that I definitely caught the eye of most people let alone just men.

I heard the door bell and tried to calmly cross to the door but I was shaking with nerves wondering what Andy would say when he saw me. I so wanted his approval but tonight I wanted him to be speechless.

I opened the door, Andy stood there and yes, he was speechless. But, what came out of his mouth finally was: “Wow, you look er…lovely but, er, don’t you need to some sort of coverup to be going right now?”

“What do you mean?” I replied feeling completely crushed.

“Well, you know…” he said as he bahis firmaları kind of hinted at what he meant by pulling his jacket together a bit.

“No Andy, I’m wearing this for you tonight. I want to show you how sexy I am. This is out last night for a long time and I thought you’d really appreciate it!” My voice was starting to go and I think he sensed it.

“No, I really like it…aren’t you going to be cold though?” On a warm August evening?? I thought to myself in disbelief.

“No”.

With that I grabbed my keys, handed them to him to carry and shut the door.

Walking through the restaurant to our table was thrilling. It definitely gave me a boost seeing eyes following me especially after the painful silence in the car on the way into the city.

Our meal went as you’d expect without anything really to mention. But then, just after our desert the waiter arrived with some champagne.

Andy stood and came to my side. I was really confused but then it hit me like a sledge hammer as he began to kneel.

“Emma, will you marry me?”

Oh my gosh, I honestly thought I’d managed to get away to Uni without having to face this decision. I suspected he might be thinking about it after our rather insecure conversations about the future but, still, wow, what do I do?!?!

I quickly looked around. I think I was looking for some sort of support, some forgiving woman to come and rescue me but no, all I got was a whole restuarant encouraging me to say ‘YES!’.

What else could I do?!

Here was my long-term boyfriend proposing to me on the night before we wouldn’t see each other for 13 weeks! We’d meet all sorts of new people, new men, new women.

I looked down at him, I saw the ring, wow, it looked gorgeous.

“Yes” I whispered.

He looked confused.

“Yes!” I said louder but, only a bit.

He sprang up and everyone began clapping as he kissed me.

Now, what I really wanted to happen after that meal out was for Andy to take me home, seduce me and take my virginity before I left for Uni. Yes, sadly, we’d been going out for so long and we’d not yet had full sex.

I guess, technically you could argue that I wasn’t a virgin – I masturbated a lot and Andy had fingered me several times. But, I still hasn’t had a hard cock orgasm inside me. That is what I secretly wanted to happen with my loving boyfriend that night. I wanted to leave for Uni knowing I wasn’t a virgin and somehow more prepared for my adventure.

But, now, due to Andy’s ‘lovely’ romantic gesture that wasn’t going to happen. We spent the rest of the evening at his house with my new future ‘in-laws’ celebrating our engagement! Not with alcohol, as that would have helped me, no, with some grossly fattening cake. Hmmmm…I was not impressed.

So, the morning finally arrived when we were packing up the car with all my things. I’d had a very emotional night before saying bye to Andy, plus the engagement surprise but, I was too excited now to really think about the sadness of it all. I was just far too excited to go to my new home city and make new friends and see what the world had to offer me.

I didn’t have the energy or emotional capacity to tell my parents about the engagement. They got in after me and to be honest, I just wanted that day to be about me and them. I subsequently hide ‘the’ ring in my toilet bag.

My parents helped load the car up and we travelled the 4 hours to my new home. After a lovely lunch we proceeded to unload my belongings into my new room.

I’d signed up to stay in halls and to share a room with another girl, Hannah. I decided I thought sharing might be a good idea as I knew I’d find it hard moving away from home and it could be real fun sharing life with another peer.

As we were unloading the car Hannah arrived and introduced herself. She’d moved in the day before so was already settled and gave us a hand with my things.

She was a lovely girl, 4 years older than me having had a few years out before deciding what she’d like to study and where to go.

I supposed you’d all like to know what she looked like?

Hannah was a stunning brunette with a cropped bob type style typical of the late 90s. She was 5’8″, roughly a size 10 but I guessed was a similar size bra as me.

After what seemed hours and hours I tearfully waved off my parents and returned to Hannah and my new home for the next academic year.

Hannah and I seemed to instantly hit it off and become best friends. We were from completely different backgrounds but, that didn’t seem to stop us finding loads of common interests.

During the first week we did all the usual fresher’s week activities including pub crawls, clubbing, shopping for clothes we didn’t need etc! It was a great time and we had a lot of fun getting to know each other really well.

It was during the small hours after a night out clubbing that we began to discuss the deeper details of our love lives.

It was the first time I’d ever been able to really fully process and discuss my relationship with Andy. What it made me realise kaçak iddaa was just how unsatisfied I was under it all. Sure, it was a stable relationship but, at 19 I wanted more adventure in my life.

I think that’s why I was so excited to leave home and go to Uni – I wanted to break out and find myself away from everyone I already knew and how they knew ‘me’ for who I had always been.

Hannah on the other hand seemed to have a lot more of the adventure I realised I was wanting and missing in my life.

That night Hannah disclosed her past regarding relationships but more interestingly her sexuality. It turned out that she was in fact bisexual and considering even becoming a lesbian and cutting men out of her sexual life.

This was completely fascinating to me as I’d never met anyone who wasn’t straight.

Eventually we crawled into bed and drifted to sleep but I had hundreds of questions flooding my mind.

It was several days before we had chance to properly talk again and by this time my mind was going wild with questions.

During this time I was struggling with Andy. He’d moved to his Uni city and was settling into his time there but it just wasn’t the same.

Something seemed to have changed and I think, looking back, it was that we were both discovering more freedom and more about who we were. We’d been together for so long we’d not really had any space to explore the outside wider world really.

I even realised one day that I hadn’t even worn my engagement ring since being at Uni. It was still in my toilet bag – hidden in a zipped storage compartment.

Phone calls with Andy were getting heated and we were starting to argue. Something we’d never done before and I was finding it really quite upsetting.

Hannah overheard a lot of these calls and was really supportive, it began to even upset her when Andy was being really unreasonable.

One evening just after dinner I had the worst row with Andy on the phone. I was left shaking and crying I was so angry but deeply sad as well.

Although we were both living away in different cities at opposite ends of the country he just couldn’t trust me. No matter how much I tried to convince him that I wasn’t fooling around with anyone else, flirting etc he just kept pestering wanting to know where I’d been, what I’d done, where I was going, what I was going to wear…it was completely controlling and destroying me.

Andy was so conservative that it transpired that he’d not really been out drinking with his new friends yet as he wanted to be ‘fresh for the start of lectures’. I just couldn’t believe he was living such a boring and conservative life!

Now, it wasn’t like I was out every night getting completely drunk needing a policeman to take me home or anything but, Andy seemed to think even going to a pub with a dress on was too flirty! He seemed to think that I would be wearing that same purple dress out every single night!

I laid of my bed sobbing and heard Hannah come over and sit on the floor bedside me.

She’d heard everything and looked upset as well. I could even see a tear forming in her eye.

After a little while of holding my hand she got up and sat on the bed and began to hug me. Really comforting me as a good friend would. Hugging me affectionately as I realised Andy never had. For the first time in ages, I felt a closeness to someone who wasn’t my mother or father.

Maybe it was all of the emotions of the time, maybe I was home sick too? I just know that in that moment I felt a connection to Hannah that I hadn’t had with Andy.

After a while Hannah spoke and suggested that we ought to go out and have a fun evening. Just the two of us. That I should try and forget about Andy and just have a break and some time to enjoy my new life.

I reluctantly agreed. The last thing I felt like was having fun but, I knew she was right as she often was.

As we were getting ready she quipped that I ought to wear something sexy to give me a boost. To get all the guys looking, to give Andy to have something to really worry about instead of his imagination.

Feeling better by then I really thought it’d be fun to turn it around. If he really didn’t trust me then what had I to lose?!

So, looking through my wardrobe I tried to find an outfit that seemed suitable but I was struggling. Due to Andy’s disapproving attitude towards a hit of cleavage or legs I really didn’t have a lot of what most people would call ‘sexy’ clothes. Sure, I’d like to think I didn’t look like a nun but still, I couldn’t find anything for this night out.

I whinged to Hannah about it and she giggled and said she’d find something in her wardrobe.

Out came a lot of dresses that she threw onto the bed. They were all gorgeous and mostly not my style at all.

One really stood out though and that was a black lace dress. I held it up on it’s hanger against me.

It fell to mid-thigh and had short sleeves finishing just an inch above my elbows. It would however be completely see-through.

Just as I was about to put it back on the bed kaçak bahis to look for something else Hannah gushed and said “That’s the one!”

I told her about the transparency of it but she assured me that she had a slip that came with it.

We hunted for ages to try and find it before she admitted that she hadn’t wore the slip with the dress for quite a long time. This obviously begged the question of what she did wear with the dress.

At this she pulled out of her underwear drawer a matching hot pink bra and boy short set.

“No way!” I laughed. “You’re kidding?!?!” I giggled on.

“No! Not at all. It really does get you attention” she said with a serious but cheeky grin and a wink.

“No way” I repeated as I laid the dress down and carried on looking through the other items on the bed.

“Come on” she said. “You told me you wore that purple dress with no underwear?”

“Yes….”

“Well, what’s the difference? One time you wear a dress where it’s obvious you’re not wearing any underwear so showing off. The other, you’re wearing a dress but one that shows you are wearing underwear?”

“It’s not the same at all” I replied getting a bit heated that she’d bring up that purple dress and more importantly Andy. I thought I was supposed to be forgetting him?!

“Look, you wear a bikini right?”

“Yes, sometimes”.

“So what’s different there then? You’ve got a dress over the top??”

She had a point there but I hated wearing my bikini. I only wore it on the beach if I ‘had’ to. I wore a one piece in the swimming pools because I felt bikinis were out of place and to be honest, I did totally feel naked wearing a bikini. Somehow a one piece made me feel like I was wearing a proper item of clothing. Maybe if you’re a woman reading this you’ll appreciate this point – whilst any man won’t at all!

I guess this too was down to Andy’s attitude. I mean, I only ever wore a bikini when he wasn’t around. He made such a fuss when we first started dating when I wore a bikini to the beach with him that I never bothered again. I always made sure I wore this old lady type one piece when he was with me. You know, the full bum, high chest type ones. I felt like a frump but still, it kept Andy happy.

He didn’t even know about the cutout more revealing speedo one piece I wore every other day swimming. I was really into my swimming and went all the time to keep fit. I usually went at 6am when the pool opened as it was really quiet for the first 30mins and I could get a good number of lengths in without feeling self-conscience about my swimsuit or technique and fitness.

“Come on!” Hannah’s insistance brought me back to reality.

“Oh ok, I guess you have a point. But, it won’t fit me, will it?”

Hannah past me the set saying she was sure it would be ok. Looking at the label of the bra I could see it was a 32d but I was a 34dd. I past it back saying it was too small but she insisted on me at least trying it on. We both knew the shorts would fit as we were both a 10 or 12 and they were a 12.

Reluctantly I slipped my boho styled blouse off over my head and undid the rear clasp of my bra.

In style terms I loved the gypsy boho look and was often wearing that style offset a bit with a more ‘professional’ style. I didn’t like to wear trousers or jeans so was always in a dress or skirt/top combo.

That day I’d been out to a few job interviews so was wearing a lovely off-white chiffon retro type floaty long sleeve blouse with a black satin pencil skirt. Even though I was quite conservative I’d paired these items with some black fishnet holdups and my lovely pair of black knee high boots. Again, Andy hated me wearing fishnets and my heeled boots. I’d got for 4″ heels because of my height and like the extra they gave me. Plus of course the extra attention boots give any woman!

Underneath it all I wore a matching white lace and silk bra and large short style panties – to try and avoid the visible panty line!

I knew I looked good and Hannah had complemented me before I left for the interviews but, I still felt guilty and dirty because I knew Andy wouldn’t have approved.

Anyway, standing there without my top and bra on I felt quite self-conscience but, being room mates we’d often seen each other changing through open bedroom doors.

Putting Hannah’s pink bra on I was surprised to find that on the last clasp the bra actually fitted me really well. It gave a lovely shape to my breasts and showed a gorgeous amount of cleavage.

Hannah giggled and licked her lips jesting me. I stomped my foot and laughed “fine! you win!”

And with that I proceeded to go to my bedroom with the dress and panties in hand.

Looking at myself in the mirror I thought I looked sexy as hell but I felt so incredibly dirty as well. For so long I knew how I thought I wanted to dress but just didn’t have the confidence or ‘permission’ to do so.

Now I stood there in Hannah’s pink lingerie with a gorgeous black lace dress over the top. For added effect I’d decided to keep on my lace top black fishnets and heeled boots. Partly because I didn’t know what else I would wear. The only other heels I had were patent style court shoes really that I had for working over the summer at our local department store.

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A New Beginning

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In late part of November I found a new beginning for myself in a sleepy Arkansas town. I had just gotten out of the military, was working with a new band that had just gotten started and was recently (I say recently, but it was more like half a year) single. I was really doubting a lot about myself and was suffering not just musically, but psychologically as well. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jacob Schwartz and I am a 25 year old former US Marine. I know there is no such thing as a former Marine, but for the sake of the story and to help me explain myself a bit better I use that term.

After separating from the Marine Corps I had found work during the day at a factory not far from my small house in central Arkansas and had a night gig as a guitarist for a band here in town. We all got along well and we wrote a few small hits that were known locally. I had heard a kid humming and mumbling the lyrics to one of our songs recently in a coffee shop and smiled. Shortly there after I got hit with the biggest bombshell in my life. Nothing could have prepared me for Julie leaving me. Nothing. I had spent all my savings on building a life with her and it tore me apart. I had moved to central Arkansas just so we could be together. When I found out it was for another man, it killed me inside. I couldn’t write anymore. For a guitarist that’s a big loss. Losing my creativity killed me. I had no idea what to do next.

One night after a band practice our drummer introduced me to Mallorie. She was alright. Smart, cute, had a dry sense of humor that takes a while to get used to, and she had just moved into town and was staying with family of hers. She really wanted to get out from under her aunt and uncle so I offered to let her use the spare bedroom in my house. Our drummer (Steve) seemed to like the idea but Mallorie seemed hesitant. After all, she had just met me. After some reassurance from Steve and Jeff (our Bassist) she decided to take me up on the offer.

The first few nights were slow and easy. No flirting or anything and it was almost professional our relationship. We didn’t hit on one another, the small talk was almost like something one would expect at an office water fountain instead of a home. I didn’t view her as a woman as I had just lost the “Love of my life” to some scumbag that I didn’t even know. I knew I would recover eventually and that I would be out looking for someone to fill the void in my life but I just didn’t know if I was ready or not. In early August we landed a gig at a local fairground and we did fairly well. We had the crowd standing after the show and we all considered it to be a success. That being said, one of the guys pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong. They knew I was suffering and so did I. Mallorie was waiting off a ways so I smiled and faked myself into believing that it was all okay. I told them that I just didn’t seem to have the same creativity and that it would all come back to me soon, but for now I just didn’t know what to do musically but that it would be over soon and I would be back to my old strange quirky self soon enough.

Mallorie was smiling ear to ear as I walked off with my gear on my little tug along cart. My amps, part of my stack, and my guitar in its gig bag on my back. “Hey Jake, great show tonight… You know I never heard you guys before. I really liked it!”

“Thanks, I really need to write some new stuff though.” I replied, “We can’t live off of the old stuff forever and the band will get annoyed at me soon enough if I don’t give them some new riffs to work with.”

To this she smacked me on the back of the head and said that I just needed to calm down. We loaded up the gear onto the truck and headed out to the local coffee shop. I got my usual, black with a handful of sugar packets. I bought her a frappe and we went on home. I usually sit there and hang out with the band after a show but tonight I was tired and worn out and just wanted to sleep. Truth be told I had lost my love for being in the band and did this more as a way to act like I was okay. I was in a bad spot and needed help but didn’t know where to turn to get it…

Mallorie must have sensed something was wrong and when we got in the house she wouldn’t even let me go to my room to put my stuff away without stopping me to ask what was up.

“Jake, I haven’t seen you like this before. What’s bugging you?” She said, her face full of concern.

“Nothing, why does everyone ask that?”

“Maybe because you show it on your face all too clearly… You don’t look like nothing is wrong, you look like someone kicked your puppy and ran off with your woman!” She stated.

There it was… The one thing bahis firmaları that drove me over the edge. I noticed the tears falling into my hands before I even knew I was sobbing. I had held back all these months all the pain and suffering about Julie leaving me right after I got out of the military. She had been the one stable thing in my life for the entire enlistment and she left me because she knew I was going to find out about her and her new love.

“Jake, what is it? What’s wrong talk to me.” I felt her hands but it didn’t register that she had taken my coffee and had started hugging me until I heard her voice again. “Jake, tell me… What is it?”

“Julie… She left me with nothing… I gave her four years of my life and she left me for some scumbag… I don’t even know what to think anymore, I can’t write, I can’t play half the damn songs I already know.” I was sobbing hard and held onto her like my life depended on it. At that point it did. I really needed someone stronger than me at that point to keep me from becoming a total recluse.

“Jakey, it will be okay. Let it out…” She said… She held me there as I fell to my knees and rocked in her arms crying like a girl like I had nothing left. “It’s alright, it’s gonna be alright hun…” I could her the softness of her voice and smell her hair, she had used a coconut and vanilla bean shampoo… I loved the smell. I don’t know why, but right then that’s all that mattered to me. That someone with a touch that only a female could have to soothe someone who was hurting was there.

“Mallorie I wanna go to bed… I need to be up for work in the morning and you have that interview early in the day so let’s call it a night… Thank you though, I don’t know what I would do without you here.” There had been some other small chat but it was mostly my rambling before I was able to convince myself it was time for bed.

I awoke the next day with the first sense of reality around me in a long time… I was a single man who was giving someone else who was living me my spare room for free. Normally that would be unheard of. I had let someone stay with me rent free for the past few months and hadn’t even thought about it. No wonder I was broke. I had every intention of telling Mallorie she needed to help out with rent when I walked out to the kitchen that morning until I saw her and took a minute to examine her.

Here was this woman who had brown hair, dark full brown her down just past her shoulders and pair of pj’s in my kitchen. She was maybe 5’4 not too much taller if so… She had full hips, a gorgeous smile, a little button nose that perked up a bit when she smiled. Then I saw her chest… I immediately stopped thinking with all reason and logic and the male in me took over… This woman was never paying rent as long as she lived with me. She had the greatest set of D Cup tits I had ever laid my eyes on.

“So uhm, what’s for breakfast?” I asked in a kind of daze.

“Eggs okay?” She had replied quickly.

“Yeah…” I had no control over my usual professional and militaristic self at this point.

We ate our breakfast and at this point I was almost blatantly staring at her chest… I had a hardon that was going no where anytime soon. “Jake… Is there something on my shirt that I’m unaware of?” There it was, she had caught me…

“No! Sorry, I shouldn’t have been staring, I just…” I trailed off and she finished the sentence.

“First time you really checked me out?” She smiled and I knew I was toast. “It’s okay. I know. I have a great rack, you want to use them as bongos, you want to play with them, you want to go motorboating… Don’t worry I’ve heard them all.” She was making fun of me and picking on me.

“Sorry haha, I hadn’t really paid any attention to you like that until this morning. Last night was kind of new to me. I hadn’t let go of my ex really so it helped and now I’m having a hard time not staring. Sorry I don’t mean to stare and all that. I’ll stop.” I was blushing, I was embarrassed, mostly though I was hard.

“It’s okay. First bit of attention I’ve had from you so far. I was wondering if you were gay or something there for a while. Not many men can stop staring at my chest long enough to hold a conversation. I had almost given up hope…” She stopped immediately and went to get more coffee.

“What!? Given up hope on what?” I asked genuinely interested at this point.

“Let it go Jake. No need to talk about that right now… Especially after all that you’ve been through the past few months. You need someone to be supportive and not be in your face about anything. What time do you have to be at work?” She cut off the topic kaçak iddaa quickly but I had no plans on relenting. I had just heard something hopeful in our convo.

“No way! Not fair, cheating, not cool!!!” She shrugged her head and rolled her eyes at me at this statement. “You are not getting out of this house until you tell me what you were going to say!”

“That so? Okay fine, I was going to tell you that I was giving up hope that you were going to ask me out or something. After all I have been staying here how long now, always trying to put on a bit of a show. God you men can be so blind at times…” She seemed upset that I had pushed the issue so far.

“Offer still on the table?” I asked in my most professional “Business man” impersonation.

“This offer has expired but we can counter offer with a minimum of three dates a week until further notice if you are still interested in taking this brunette anywhere. Coffee doesn’t count as I can provide that for myself and this client of yours is not interested in Chucky Cheese or McDonalds. You’ll have to play hardball to interest me!” She was still interested in picking on me at this point so I threw my hands up in the air in mock frustration.

“Fine… Looks like I have to go gay at this point. I have seen the best rack in town and it is unavailable to me as it doesn’t want to be seen in Chucky Cheese or McDonalds… However… If the offer does come back on the table I will throw in free back rubs!” I laughed and sipped on my coffee knowing that back rubs were her weakness.

“Deal. Daily backrubs! You get the whole package if I get daily backrubs!” She said and smiled.

“Works for me. On skin, or on shirt? I do my best work on skin.”

“Duh, on skin. Men are so stupid.” She laughed and walked over and gave me a hug.

Professionalism… Who knew it could pay off so well. I guess me not checking out her tits for so long had gotten me more than just a hug when I was sad. “So when do these start?” I asked her.

“As soon as you get home from work, now go get dressed or you’ll be late Jake!” I laughed and I knew she was right. Oh well, when are women ever wrong…

We headed our separate directions for the day and I had actually smiled for the first time in a while at work. Someone must have noticed because my boss came over and thanked me for keeping morale high for the day. Said that it was nice to see me not down in the dumps now in then. He also asked what her name was fully well knowing that only a woman could put this kinda smile on my face. I laughed and brushed the question off. “You’ll see soon enough I’m sure!” Was all I offered up.

I hurried home and smiled as I saw Mallorie’s car in the parking spot. I had come to just expect it to be there but for once I was actually happy that there was someone in my dwelling. I walked through door and noticed my house for the first time in ages. I actually looked around at things and decided it was time to start over completely. I grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen. “Mallorie you awake?” I hollered out into the house.

“In the bedroom Jake, you know where to find me, or you should by now!” I smiled… She was right, I should know her routine by heart by now. At this point she was sitting on her laptop looking up jobs in the area that hadn’t been filled yet. “What is that racket Jake?” She came out of her hidey hole to see me throwing out some of the stuff I no longer wanted to see. Relics of a time gone by. Some pictures of me and Julie and some of her friends. Some stuff she had gotten me for my room when I was in the military. Random odds and ends that I had picked up for myself through the years.

“I am redecorating. Wanted to get rid of some of this stuff. Not like I want or need her things here anymore! I have a question. Do you like more of a country feel, or more of a modern feel in the house?” I had already filled up two trash bags and the living room was nearly barren at this point.

“Country I guess, why?” She said, obviously in complete and utter shock at what all I had tossed out.

“Redecorating! This is fun, haven’t had a reason to just go through and throw things away in a while. Now I have one. You!” I smiled and hugged her. I picked up the last of the random junk I had planned on tossing and threw it out. “Want to do me a favor? I need someone to pick up some stuff for the house. I figure you know enough about me to know what I like. If I give you the card will you pick it up?” I asked.

“Sure, I guess? You sure about this?” She seemed shocked still. “I mean you don’t need to change your life for me you know.” I confirmed that I was cool with what was going on and she kaçak bahis took my card and headed out the door.

“Wait, take the truck, more space!” I smiled and tossed her the keys to my old beater.

As she went out picking things up for the house I smiled and worked on cleaning up the place. It had been a while. I noticed cobwebs in a corner… God I had slipped on the house bad. I hadn’t cleaned it or anything really in a major way. Time to get out the bleach. I had swept, mopped, vacuumed and dusted the place and she still wasn’t back. I checked the phone and had no missed calls or texts so I just assumed that she was out working on finding new things. I was right as she pulled in about 20 minutes after I got done cleaning the place.

“Find everything okay?” I asked practically floating around the house.

“Yeah, can I get a hand?” Mallorie never asked for help lifting or bringing in the groceries so I knew she had picked up probably more than was necessary. That’s when I saw the amount of stuff…

“Uhm Mallorie… How much did you get?” I asked.

“Too much I think, but it will look nice I promise!” She said sheepishly.

We unloaded the truck bed and back seat. After what seemed like hours of work we had the house put together. She had done well. I was shocked at the transformation of the house from a barren empty place to a house that actually looked like it was a home. “Nicely done hun, I definitely wouldn’t have gotten half of this stuff. I like it.” She smiled and went back to her room.

“Mallorie come out here real quick. Got something I want to talk about.” She came out and looked concerned.

“Yeah?” She asked, I knew she was worried but I didn’t want her to be upset or concerned.

“I know we just started dating or whatever today, but I want you to know if you want you can move your things in my room. I don’t mind splitting a bed and besides it will be nice. After all, we have lived together for a few months now.” I smiled as she quickly agreed and she brought over some stuff from her room. It wasn’t like she had a lot to move. She hadn’t bought much more than an outfit or two since she had moved here.

I looked around at everything and realized just how much of a change had been made as I laid down for bed and felt her cuddle up next to me. I felt her kiss on my cheek and heard the same soft voice that only a night ago was soothing my tears. “Good night Jake, sleep well…” I had cut off the end of her sentence by rolling over and kissing her lips.

Apparently that awoke something inside of her. Maybe it was the touch of my lips on hers, maybe it was the days events, maybe it was the fact that she had been single at least as long as I had. Her reaction was to throw her arms around me and straddle me, pushing me down into the bed and kissing me hard and passionately. I returned her kiss and my hands scratched lightly down her back. I felt her moan into my mouth and heard a sigh as she broke the kiss. I pulled her down to me and kissed the sides of her neck. My hands exploring every inch of her body. Running up her sides, slowly working up and down her body, until I came to her stomach and then up her body, gently squeezing her D cup tits. I felt her nipples stiffen under her shirt. I rolled us over so she was on her back and I was on top. I kissed down her neck and pushed her shirt up her body, removing it and taking a second to really take in her tits. I leaned down and kissed from her collar bone first to her left nipple, sucking it into my mouth and gently biting down on it. Then to her right nipple, sucking on it and teasing it. I ran my hands lower. Teasing her pussy over her pants. Hearing her moan out at this. I slid a hand under her waist band and over her pussy. I teased her clit softly and parted her lips, my finger working slowly in and out of her. It wasn’t long until she pulled her pants down and pushed me onto my back, pulling my shirt up over my head and then working her way down my body. She kissed and teased my dick until I was hard enough that I could cut diamonds. I didn’t know how much longer I would last until she climbed back on top of me and gently slid my throbbing member inside of her. I sighed and moaned as she gently worked up and down on my shaft. I felt her pussy clench down on my shaft as we both started breathing heavily. I pulled her down harder on my shaft and heard her crying out. I moaned in response and started thrusting as hard as I could. I felt us both getting closer and closer….

I heard her moan out one last time before cumming and I knew I didn’t have long before I came. I came and after filling her she rolled off of me and smiled. “I guess that’s your way of saying goodnight?” She breathed out heavily.

“Hell… I didn’t know that’s how you kissed goodnight!” I laughed and laid my head into the pillow. We kissed one last time and passed out in eachothers arms…

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A Promise

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Ten or so years ago I worked as a waiter at a sports bar in Toronto. Being one of the only male waiters, I was always surrounded by beautiful 20 or so year old waitresses. I would definitely consider that period of my life as my glory days. And yes, in the 4 years that I worked there, I slept with countless of my female colleagues… and pretty much every single newbie waitress who was single which I trained for the job. I don’t know how or why… I just had it!

There was however one waitress who was a little harder to get with but the sexual tension between us at work was palpable.

She was a gorgeous short brunette with juicy lips, a beautiful smile, and a tremendously sexy French Quebecquer accent. One day, mid-shift as I was punching in a food order at the computer for one of my tables, she walked up to me and said nonchalantly: “I’d give you the best blowjob of your life. I promise.” She gave me a cheeky smile and walked away. Like I said earlier, there had always been alot of sexual tension and flirting between us, but never to the level of what she had just said. I stood there speechless for a few seconds and got back to work. bahis firmaları Tough promise to live up to I thought. I mean alot of girls had already wrapped their lips around my cock and given me great blowjobs! But just the thought of this gorgeous 100 pound nympho sucking my dick made me horny as all hell for the last 3 hours of my shift. I was actually so thrown off I remember making three or four mistakes with customer orders, something I rarely ever did.

We finished our shifts at the same time and she stuck around for a beer, sitting at the bar waiting for me to come downstairs from doing my cash-out in the office. As I walked towards the bar I saw her sitting there. She glanced over at me and we locked eyes for a few moments. I sat down beside her and ordered a beer. We small talked about our shift and school for a bit, and eventually I asked her: “So what makes you so confident about your blowjob skills?”

She smiled and glanced towards the floor as if she was mildly embarrassed, bit her lower lip and said: “A lot of practice I guess…and nearly no gag reflex”. I instantly became incredibly horny. I took another sip of my beer kaçak iddaa and asked her if she wanted to come over. She then simply said: “Yes”.

I lived nearby and during the 5 minute walk to my place she was purposely trying to get me more and more turned on as if it was a guilty pleasure of hers to watch my reactions of sexual torment. Like for-foreplay. “From what I’ve heard at work, your dick is huge and perfect”, she said. “I want it in my mouth so bad…” Let me clarify an important detail… after each of her comments, I walked a little faster! When we arrived in the lobby of my apartment, I was basically in a full sprint!

In the elevator up to the 21st floor, she grabbed my semi hard dick over my pants and let out a long “mmmmmmm…”.

As soon as we walked in to my bachelor pad, she took me into the living room and got down on her knees, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my pants. I was nearly fully hard as she gently rubbed my dick through my boxers with her small delicate hands. She looked up at me and in French said: “Prêt pour la meilleure pipe de ta vie?” (I’ll save you all the google translate effort…Ready for the best kaçak bahis blowjob of your life?)

She pulled down my boxers and bit her bottom lip at the sight of my 8.5 inch dick. She stroked it slow as she simultaneously licked and sucked on my balls. Her soft hand around my dick didn’t make it all the way around. As soon as she started sucking on my throbbing cock I understood what she meant earlier. It simply felt amazing. The most amazing. The suction around the head of my dick was unreal and it seemed as though her tongue was huge as I felt it everywhere.

Not ashamed about it but i quickly had to ask her to slow down because I was getting very close to cumming. I sat down on my couch and she started up again. A few minutes later I came hard in her mouth. To this day I have not cum as fast as I did that night. She slowly twirled her cum covered tongue on the head of my cock, cleaned every last drop, and asked me to validate her claim, which I did.

10 or so minutes go by and to my surprise she asked me if she could please blow me again. I sat back down in front of the tv and she nonchalantly sucked my dick again for close to an hour, at times watching the tv show with my dick in her mouth. I eventually came again, she swallowed, smiled, and got her things together and left my apartment a few minutes later. As she left she said “see you tomorrow!”

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Cocklust Ch. 03

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When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find myself alone in my bed. Chad had disappeared and had taken his stuff with him.

Shit, I thought. At first I wondered if that night had been a dream. Then I realized it was real, although I hated the thought of Chad sneaking out. Finally I looked at my phone, and I saw he’d left me a text.

That was awesome dude, it read. See you on Friday.

I practically felt my heart skip a beat. I wanted to text him right back, but then I wondered if I should. Finally I sent him a quick acknowledgment— Cool man, see you then— but otherwise I acted like nothing had happened.

I tried to mind my own business that day, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what we’d just done. I probably couldn’t have concentrated regardless, because my classes that morning were boring as shit. I spent my econ theory class wondering about all the guys around me.

Have they ever fucked other dudes? I kept thinking. We were in one of those big lecture halls, so I figured there had to be at least a hundred guys around me. With that big of a crowd, there had to be a few who had done it. How well did they like it? was my next question, then would they do it again?

I was at lunch when I noticed my skin still smelled of conditioner. I suddenly remembered I’d never really cleaned myself off. I wanted to take a shower, but I was on the other side of campus, so I wouldn’t get a chance to do it anytime soon. I looked around and wondered if anyone around me could figure out my secret. Part of me prayed that they couldn’t, but another part of me loved the naughtiness of it all.

My afternoon classes were all Gen Ed courses, so I didn’t much care about the lectures. I kept zoning out and secretly checking out the guys. I felt my boner pressing up against my desk, but I positioned myself so no one else could see it.

By and by I realized I’d been ignoring the girls. What the fuck? I thought. There seemed to be a smorgasbord of hot girls around me, with big tits, round asses, and anything else a horny guy could ask for. But somehow they didn’t do it for me, at least not at that moment.

That night, when I got back to my dorm, I tried especially hard to catch Chad in the shower. He’d always seemed to show up around nine o’clock, so I got there a few minutes early, and I tried to act casual.

I took my time shaving. I not only shaved my stubble, but I trimmed my eyebrows, and I even made sure my hairline was even. I was tempted to trim my pubes and my ass, but I didn’t really know what I was doing down there. I did make sure all my fingernails were clipped, and I even trimmed my toenails while I was at it.

As I did, I kept an eye on my mirror. I could see the showers behind me, and a steady stream of guys kept coming into the room. They seemed to come in all shapes and sizes, and some of them were a lot better-looking than others.

I knew I had to keep moving, or else I’d seem weird. I turned toward the showers and started taking off my clothes. I felt even more naked than usual, knowing my chest was in full view, and knowing it was still smeared with dried cum, though I doubted anyone could tell. My ass was on full display too, and my cock and balls dangled beneath me for everyone to see.

Part of me felt like an exhibitionist, but another part felt like a voyeur. Four other guys were standing there naked, all doing their own thing. Another half-dozen guys were in various states of undress. None of them cast an eye in my direction.

My crotch started to stir, but I knew I couldn’t afford to get hard. I closed my eyes and forced myself to think of something else. Algebra was the driest subject I could think of, so I did some basic equations in my head. I showered as fast as I could— I basically just washed my hair and cleaned off my crotch— then wrapped my towel around my waist and hurried back to my room.

Dammit, I thought, what a waste. After all that anticipation, Chad hadn’t even shown up. I was tempted to call him, but I didn’t want to freak him out. So I spent the rest of that night alone; I just jacked off to porn and counted the hours for Friday to come.

The Kap Eps always threw the biggest parties on the Row. All the sororities were invited, so by the time I got there, the place was crawling with girls. Most of our other frat brothers were there, but Chad was nowhere in sight.

I’d just sat down on the couch, nursing a cup of Two-Buck Chuck, when a blonde came stumbling over. “I am so wasted,” she said. Then she plopped down beside me.

“That didn’t take you long,” I said.

“So what’s your name?”

“Scott,” I said. “You?”

“Kaylee,” she said. She looked down at my arms. “You must work out a lot.”

“I try,” I said.

“I think you’re hot.”

I blinked. I’d never been hit on by a girl, and I didn’t know to react. “Which house are you in?”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

I probably would’ve been into this if it had happened bahis firmaları a few weeks earlier. But at that moment, I couldn’t get my mind off Chad. I felt like I’d waited so long to see him, and now I expected him to show up any minute.

A redhead walked over. “Kaylee, your boyfriend’s outside.”

“Aw shit,” Kaylee said. She shot me a drunken smile. “I guess that means I’m busted!” She pulled herself off the couch, leaned on her friend, and went stumbling away.

I looked over at Luke, who was standing by the door. “Shit,” I said. “Just my luck.”

Luke shrugged. “The party’s just getting started,” he said.

I finished my drink and headed back to the kitchen. The house was filling with people, but I hardly knew any of them, so I might as well have been alone.

I poured myself a shot, and I looked out at the patio. The party was quite a bit wilder out there. Girls were running around, throwing water balloons at each other, and screaming when the balloons hit their targets. It looked like a wet t-shirt contest: a lot of the girls weren’t wearing bras, so their tits bounced around freely, and a lot of their nipples shone through their shirts.

“Humph,” came a voice. I turned around and saw Ryan and Marcos behind me.

“Dude,” I said, “that doesn’t do anything for you?”

Marcos shrugged. “Not for now,” he said. “Maybe if the guys start running around—”

“When did you realize that?” I asked. “I mean, about not liking girls?”

Ryan and Marcos looked at each other. At first I thought I’d gone too far, but they both seemed cool about it. “Well,” Ryan said, “I always knew I was gay, what they call a gold star. Although I got a lot of shit for it growing up.”

“Gold star?”

“I’m a hundred percent gay. I’ve never been with a girl.”

“Oh,” I said. I was learning new lingo all the time.

“Me, I always assumed I was straight,” Marcos said. “I dated girls in high school, but then I slept with the team quarterback… and that’s how I knew.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” he said. “They say your first time is supposed to be awkward, but for me it wasn’t. I loved it so much I never went back.”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure what to think about that. As far as I was concerned, Chad and I were just hooking up. After all, hookups happened all the time on campus, so they weren’t exactly a big deal. At the same time, I was feeling kind of anxious, and I was annoyed that Chad still wasn’t there.

Chad finally showed up around ten. By then, the party was hitting its stride. Practically everyone was drunk, and the first few couples had already fucked in the basement.

“Where the hell have you been?” were the first words out of my mouth. “There’s no way your lab could’ve taken that long—”

“Dude,” he said, “I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?”

“You really want to know?”

“Well, you said you were going to be here, so I don’t know what took you so long—”

“Check this out,” he said. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a piece of paper.

I didn’t know what to make of it at first. The paper was full of letters and numbers, and I couldn’t tell what they meant. But then I saw a notation that said HIV NEG.

“I got tested,” he said. “It’s a clean bill of health.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Congratulations,” was all I could say.

Chad opened his backpack for me to see inside. “Then I had to run a few errands,” he said. He pointed to a bottle of lube. “Now that I can tap that ass of yours guilt-free—”

“Sh!” I hissed. “What’s the matter with you? Not when people can hear—”

“Dude, no one can hear us.”

“You never know.”

Chad rolled his eyes. “If you say so,” he replied. “In case you were wondering, I went all the way across town to get that. Just to make sure nobody knew.” He took a quick shot of whiskey, then grimaced and licked his lips. “Do you want to get out of here?”

I’d been waiting for him to say that, but I didn’t want to let on. “Yeah, we probably should,” I said as casually as I could manage.

With that, Chad and I snuck away from the party. We both knew what was going to happen next.

As soon as we got back to my dorm room, and I closed the door behind us, Chad and I stopped pretending. We didn’t bother with chit-chat, or even foreplay. We just wanted to fuck.

We grappled with each other’s clothes, and we stripped them off as fast as we could. Both of our dicks had turned into raging hardons. I laid on my bed and put my legs in the air. Chad pulled the bottle from his backpack, lubed up my ass, and lathered up his cock. Then, without further ado, he plowed his way inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled as my ass cramped up, and pain shot through my body. By then, I had a better idea of what I was doing. I’d read online that I could push my sphincter against him like I was taking a dump. As soon as I did that, my ass eased up, and it started to feel really good.

“There kaçak iddaa you go,” Chad was saying. “I’ve been wanting this ass all week—”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Chad rammed into me, and I felt his balls slap against my cheeks. I was starting to learn how much he loved dirty talk. I wasn’t exactly experienced at it, but it came surprisingly easily. I’d never been so randy; I hadn’t even known it was possible to want dick so bad.

“Oh fuck,” I said.

“Tell me how much you want it,” Chad said.

“I want you to rip my ass open.”

“You want to be my bitch?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I gasped. I knew the more I begged for him, the more he’d want to ravage me.

Chad leaned down and kissed me. I savored the feeling of his lips against mine, but I especially relished his cock sliding in and out of my ass. I loved the way he dominated me; I wanted him to have me, and I was bound and determined to give him the best sex he’d ever had.

I felt Chad’s dick against my prostate, and a new wave of pleasure rolled across my body. I couldn’t help but gasp. Chad evidently picked up on what had happened, and he positioned himself to hit my prostate again. Then he started drilling me faster and faster. I’d never felt a sensation like that, and I couldn’t believe how awesome it was.

“You’ve got the best fucking ass,” he said.

“You’ve got the best fucking cock,” I replied. “Give it to me.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” he asked. He took one of my feet in his mouth, and he started sucking my toes. I was amazed at how erotic it felt. My whole body seemed to tingle.

I knew how much Chad loved ass play, so I leaned up, reached behind him, and ran my hand down his crack. As I fingered his boyhole, I felt his cock respond inside me. He was obviously loving it. Within a few seconds, his whole body seemed primed to erupt.

“Oh shit,” he said, “I’m about to cum in your ass.”

“Do it,” I said. “Don’t you dare take it out till you’re done.”

Chad clenched his teeth but grinned. “You want my fucking cum?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said. “I need it inside me.”

Chad let out a yelp, and I felt his ring clamp down on my finger, just as his dick unloaded in my ass. I felt shot after shot fill me up. It was so fucking warm, and I hadn’t expected how much I’d love his gooey goodness inside me. I leaned upward, kissed him again, and wrapped my legs around his body.

Chad hit my prostate again, and at that point, my whole body felt ecstatic. I could barely control my muscles. My mouth dropped open, and I groaned and gasped in quick succession. My dick shuddered, and before I could do anything, my cum came gushing out. It splattered all over my stomach and my abs. This orgasm was more powerful than anything I’d felt before, even though I hadn’t touched myself at all.

Chad kept pumping till my cock was dry; then he stopped to catch his breath. “Damn,” he said. “You take it as well as you give it.”

“So do you,” I replied.

Chad grinned again, then pulled out of my ass. I suddenly felt empty without his cock inside me. I just watched as he sat down on the bed.

“Chad,” I finally said, “is it true what you mentioned? I-I mean, about wanting this all week?”

“Well shit, don’t over-think this stuff,” he said. “We’re not girls, after all.”

“I know, I just…” I paused for a second, then cleared my throat. “Well, I’d been wanting it too.”

“Then why didn’t you say so? You’ve got my number.”

My heart jumped into my throat. “You mean I can call you whenever?”

“Now don’t be weird about it,” he said. “But yeah: if you want a booty call or whatever, let me know. You better believe I won’t turn this shit down.”

I nodded. “Okay,” I replied.

As it turned out, that night was just a preview of coming attractions. By the following Monday, Chad and I were fucking on a regular basis. We texted each other all the time; we didn’t want anyone to know what we were doing, so we tried to be cryptic, but we both knew what we were really after. Before long, we got used to each others’ class schedules, so we pretty much knew when we’d be free.

Whenever Chad came over, we usually started with a sixty-nine. He and I were the same height, so our anatomy lined up perfectly. I loved sucking his cock, and I especially loved doing it while Chad was sucking mine.

Sometimes we blew each other to completion, and other times we jacked off. But most of the time, we ended up doing anal. We ravaged each other in every position we could think of: doggy style, side-by-side, butterfly, jockey, pyramid, and every way in between. A lot of the time we flip-fucked so we could both plow each other’s asses in whatever order we wanted.

Along the way, we learned a hell of a lot about man-on-man action. We got to know the importance of cleaning out our holes, both before and after sex, to keep from making a mess. The more kaçak bahis we fucked, and the more lube we used, the more our bodies got used to it. Our asses stopped cramping up, so we could take each others’ dicks without flinching.

We never talked about being exclusive, but I never wanted to fuck anyone else. I did find myself checking out some of the other man candy on campus. But I just wanted to look, never touch. As far as I was concerned, I was banging the hottest specimen of all— and the more I did it, the more I craved his ass. By the end of that month, I was practically addicted.

We knew our little arrangement wouldn’t last forever. Among other things, we had to plan for fall semester. Chad decided to move to the frat house, and I was tempted to join him, but I decided against it. After all, if we were around our frat brothers all day, we’d have no place to hook up— at least not outside of the basement.

I eventually signed up for off-campus housing. The place I picked wasn’t fancy, at least not by normal standards. But it did have its own bathroom, kitchen, and entrance to the outside. That by itself seemed luxurious to me, since it meant no more communal showers or toilets; and Chad could come and go without anyone knowing. I got hard just thinking of what we could do there: I could cook him a naked dinner, or we could fuck in the shower, or he could spend the night whenever he wanted.

Still, all of that was at least three months away. In the meantime, I knew I’d have to deal with my family all summer, so I made sure to enjoy my last few weeks of privacy.

I was watching more porn than I ever had, but I’d basically stopped watching the straight stuff. Before I’d met Chad, I’d watched girls getting fucked all the time. The closest thing to gay stuff I’d watched was lesbian porn, along with orgies involving both guys and girls. Now all of that had been turned on its head. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d jacked off to tits or pussies or anything like that. Instead, I found myself watching euro guys, muscle men, and what they called gay-for-pay.

I found the original scene I’d watched when I first dreamt about Chad. The stars of that video were named Logan and Nate, and I started watching more and more videos with them. Then I started following other porn stars I liked.

I’d never watched porn with anyone else, but I thought it’d be hot to watch it with Chad. I kept wanting to ask him about it, but I kept chickening out. I don’t know what my hangup was— maybe because porn was so private, and part of me still thought it was shameful— but it took me till finals to actually broach it with him.

Chad’s answer surprised me. “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Who the hell doesn’t like porn?”

“What kind do you like?” I asked. As soon as I said it, I worried how he’d respond; I didn’t want him to like anything with a girl.

Chad just shrugged. “Whatever’s hot,” he said. “I mean, I kinda like Flynn Taylor.”

I was pretty relieved to hear that. I’d never watched Flynn Taylor’s stuff, but I’d heard about him, since he’d been on some of the websites I’d found. He was gay, and apparently he’d been in a scandal a few years before. The way I understood it, he’d gotten arrested for fucking someone in an airport bathroom, and it had turned into a big to-do because his own dad had been the mayor. By now, though, he seemed to have put it behind him. If anything, his past had made him that much hotter, at least in my mind.

I did a little searching and found his first-ever scene. It had come from one of those amateur studios, and it had made its way to the tube sites. The thumbnails made Flynn look awfully young: he was basically a twink, with a couple days’ worth of stubble, and his hair was rumpled as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

I was tempted to watch the video right then and there, but I waited till Chad came over. By that point, my heart was practically pounding with anticipation. Chad and I dropped our drawers, took our positions in front of the computer, and made ourselves comfortable.

“You ready for this?” I finally asked.

Chad’s dick was already hard. “Shut up and hit play,” he replied.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I hit the play button, sat back next to Chad, and put my hand on my cock.

The video started with the usual logos and disclaimers. Then it faded in to a close-up of Flynn, fully clothed but still breathtakingly hot.

“Hey,” came a voice from off camera. “So I’ve brought my boy Flynn… what are you gonna be doing today?”

Flynn gave an awkward smile. “Whatever you want,” he replied. “I hear you want to watch me jack off?”

“Boy, you cut to the chase!” said the voice, apparently the cameraman.

I looked over at Chad, and I tried to gauge what he was thinking. He seemed to be eating it up. I figured it was a good thing if we had similar tastes in porn.

“Are you going to tell us about yourself?” the cameraman was saying.

“Sure,” Flynn said. “What do you want to know?”

“I hear this is your first porno,” the cameraman said. “Have you ever done anything with a guy?”

Flynn shook his head. “No,” he said, “but I’ve been thinking about it…”

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Jack loved watching me walk around his apartment wearing the corset he’d bought me, or wearing the lingerie that emphasized my new bulk. My breasts, which required regular sucking at least every four hours, were encased in latex and I knew that they were held firmly but enticingly at the ready for Jack’s mouth. My belly, having grown round and full, was molded by the corset. The latex and leather emphasized my new bulkiness while still showing off my full bounty. I loved the way I moved; almost a waddle, with my breasts and belly leading the way. I was still gaining weight, but at a slower pace. Jack’s feeding regimen had slowed a bit, based on my new size.

As his milk cow, Jack required that I be available for milking–either by machine or by mouth–every four hours. I made sure that my consulting schedule accomodated this schedule. As a result, over a two month period, my breasts swelled even larger that they had been when we had started the milking schedule, and if I missed a milking session, I became extremely uncomfortable, mooing to be relieved. Needless to say, I worked hard to meet our schedule. Jack continued to monitor my feeding regimen that kept me gaining weight–he liked my increasing girth, which balanced out my swelling breasts. As my both my belly and breasts swelled, bahis firmaları I became more aware of how much Jack enjoyed my role as his milk cow. He loved watching me waddle up to him, mooing for him to milk me then giving me the fucking he knew I wanted. After which, he fed me as much ice cream as I could hold, and then a bit extra. We were both very turned on by my increasing bulk. I encouraged Jack to measure my belly every week to monitor my progress, and I loved the photographs he took to document my growth. I felt like a big, gravid, sex machine–and Jack was molding me to fit his desires. I knew that my ultimate goal was to be a breeder–Jack had been clear that he wanted me to bear his children–but in the meantime, we were enjoying my new body. My weight gain had enhanced the growth of my breasts, and I now measured 38-DD on top. Jack loved my new bounty, and he enjoyed milking me, telling me that he couldn’t wait until he knocked me up. I loved the feeling of my milk letting down to feed Jack, but I knew that there was more to come once I actually became pregnant. I couldn’t wait to become even more heavy and full of Jack’s babies.

My legal research consulting was still working out well; my work schedule was flexible enough to support my increasing play with Jack, but it kaçak iddaa was time for me to attend the semiannual review with one of my main clients. The last time I’d been in to meet with the law firm I consulted for, I’d been 25 pounds lighter and several inches smaller in all the places that mattered. I loved showing off my new shape to Jack and in public when we went out to dinner or the theater, but presenting a professional appearance was a bit different. I asked Jack to accompany me on a shopping expedition for a couple of appropriate outfits. Jack actually enjoyed shopping with me and for me, so I knew he’d love helping me in my search.

“I think you’re ready for the maternity department, don’t you?” Jack stood behind me as I tried to dress to go out. He ran his hands up my flanks, around to my belly and up to cup my breasts. My big nipples stiffed at his touch, and he tweaked them through the thin silk of my bra, pulling them as if to start to milk me. Since we’d just completed a milking session 30 minutes before, I knew we had at least 3 hours before I’d be ready to milk again, so we had plenty of time to shop without worry. Nonetheless, Jack’s playful attention to my long hard nipples caused an exciting shiver to go straight to my pussy.I leaned back against Jack, rubbing my well-rounded kaçak bahis ass against his crotch. I could feel his cock stiffen though his jeans. Jack continued to tease my tits, hefting their weight in his palms, and using his thumbs to flick my nipples. He nuzzled my neck and whispered “I’m looking forward to watching you waddle into Saks tring to find something to fit the new body we’ve built,” I could feel Jack’s smile against my neck and his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks. Very aroused, I pressed against him harder. “Looks like we better take care of this before we go out” Jack murmured, unhooking my bra and letting my heavy breasts fall into his hands. I murmured my agreement as we moved to the bed, Jack still pressed against me as he steered me. “I want you on all fours on the bed” Jack instructed. “Raise you ass a little higher” he added, positioning me at the edge of the bed. My breasts hung down, my nipples grazing the duvet cover as I raised my bottom to Jack’s liking. I heard Jack unbuttoning his jeans with one hand as he began to probe my asshole with his other hand. One finger pressed inside me, and then two. I arched my back at this unaccustomed attention to my ass. It felt good. Both of Jack’s hands were busy now, one probing my ass, and the other stroking my belly. “The bigger your belly gets, the more fun it will be fucking your pretty little asshole,” Jack said, beginning to guide the tip of his cock against my sphincter.

“Oh, yes please,” I murmured, pushing against him.

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Prologue

Today

I can’t believe I’m smitten by her. Me, a thirtyish professor of psychology at a prestigious liberal arts college—smitten—of all things, by a young counter girl just out of high school.

“May I help you, Miss?” she asked in an inviting tone. I stood silent and frozen, staring like a cougar. In her early twenties, the young counter girl looked like an angel. Almost old enough to be her mother, I felt stupid.

After the usual pleasantries, I gathered my keys and belongings, heading to my room. Reaching my room, I sighed, waiting for my lover and considering my life over the past year. We took the trip to spend some quality time away from the hustle of academia. I looked forward to sleep, hours of sleep…

and of course, hours of sex.

*******

I’ve always known I’m gay, but I locked my secrets away at a young age. My parents burned the entire conservative protestant dogma into me like a brand, making it impossible for me to consider any other public option except the pretense of heterosexuality. Good Christian girls weren’t gay, and given a choice between heaven or hell, I steadfastly chose heaven.

“Will you marry me?” Damn, I said yes, marrying Bernard twelve years ago in a vain attempt at normalcy.

“What the Fuck!” he yelled. The poor guy, it upset him so when I came out, but at least now we can carry on a reasonable conversation. I’m sure he knew a few screws rattled in my head, and a loony bin waited for me around the next corner. I rarely fucked him, drinking when I did.

Even after masturbating regularly for twelve years, I basked in a public denial, making my mental state a mess. I even tried believing my lies, saying I loved Bernard, but we both knew otherwise. I fooled no one. My body wanted women—my mind couldn’t cope with the world knowing a lesbian existed in my body.

No kids resulted from the difficult union. I didn’t own the desire for a baby after what happened to produce my only pregnancy. Losing my virginity in a very miserable manner, I feared sex with a male. The hymen breach of that male’s penis resulted in a deep wound. I later miscarried the child. The rape left me paralyzed with fear, and I found myself institutionalized for six weeks. Finding Zoloft, and a few years later, vodka, I existed for years in a broken state of equilibrium.

Most refer to me as plain, with long black hair. I’m a bit taller than the average woman and keep my figure fit with daily workouts at the gym with my friend, Rachel. Fortunately, I have no weight problem and consider my legs and bum my best assets. They’re pretty sexy for a frumpish professor.

I have a frightening scar running across my left wrist, covered by my watch. The scar resulted from an attempted suicide at eighteen. Yes, it was because of the aforementioned rape and loss of the baby.

My lesbian experiences before the freshmen amounted to fooling around in a few sleepovers at my best friend’s house in high school. The nights with Jaime left me uncomfortably happy, and I looked forward to staying with her often. I still think back to those first few nights of exploration with fondness and a twinge of guilt.

One might think I’d accepted my queerness and the entire public identity issue. It would’ve saved many people much heartache. I later found out Jaime was queer like me. We’re still good friends.

I guess you might have a little idea about who I am, one fucked up college professor, screwed on so many levels. This story is going to help me sort it out, but not many will care. I mean, it’s not like a great opus or anything. It’s certainly not going to make old Hemmingway wake from the dead. Perhaps some secretive lesbian will read it, and it may help her.

*******

Chapter 1

The Seduction Begins

One Year Ago

“Hey Teach,” said Laura, as she walked her shapely ass in the room, followed closely by her girlfriend, Stacey.

“Oh gawd,” I thought, as a queer little bug chewed my pussy. The freshmen entered my Psych 101 class holding hands, oblivious to the scrutiny of their classmates. Their beauty didn’t help the chewing; lovely hair and glowing skin made them desirable. Laura, tall and thick, was absolutely the most breathtaking female on the face of the earth, with a curvy body and long blonde locks ending below her breasts.

The other teen, Stacey, was about my height, and possessed an exotic countenance that suggested an aristocratic lineage. Slender yet muscular, she moved with grace and dignity, bearing smallish breasts no larger than a teacup.

Unable to keep my eyes off the two, I delivered my lectures in a sotto voce, which differed from my usual professor speak. I realized my frustration resulted from jealousy. Jealousy because these two kids admitted their lesbianism brazenly. Looking at the two affected me, causing pain and excitement, stirring a long quashed lesbian sex gene. Regretting time lost in the heterosexual world, I questioned my sorry life, considering happiness never found.

As the weeks passed, the girls flirted casino şirketleri with me when leaving the room. Starting with innocent looks and giggling, and then progressing to lustful scrutiny. I found myself masturbating in the bathroom each night, fantasizing about the undergraduates. The semester progressed from winter to spring, and I wore out many batteries in my vibrator.

Laura made the first move, having correctly read my strained lectures as a sign of attraction. She did it simply, waiting until all the other students left the class while she lingered.

She glided straight up to me and boldly propositioned, “How ’bout a threesome?”

This removed every bit of air from my lungs, leaving me speechless, a problem for a professor. I fixated on her like a scared kitten, trembling with fear while inhaling her perfumed scent. Finally, I shook my head. She lifted her hand and lightly stroked my cheek with the back of her nails. Tearing into me with piercing blue eyes, she said, “Don’t be scared, Teacher.” Then she turned and walked away. “The day will come when I eat your pussy,” she called back, flipping her blonde mane while walking toward the door and lifting her short blue-jean skirt, exposing a thick naked bum.

“Christ,” I whispered, under my breath, an expression she heard, because her hand slapped her ass loudly. My comfortable ivory-towered world crumbled, and I spent a restless week wondering about sex with the girls.

Sex? Carnal love? Neither bothered me, but accepting my lesbianism terrified me. My mind still couldn’t accept a public image that didn’t include heterosexuality. Lesbianism didn’t fit the structure of my religiously bent world.

For some decadent reason, I looked forward to the next class session. I recognize now that the sexual flirtation of the two young women freed my heterosexual burden. The thought of going public with my lesbianism never entered my mind, but I believed it might be possible to take a female lover in secret.

Drinking heavily each evening, I drowned most of my doubt in vodka. The drinks eased the discomfort temporarily, although the angst returned in the morning with a hangover that left me abandoned in a forced psychological reversal. Looking at my puffy face in the mirror one morning, I realized alcohol and thoughts of sex ruled my every waking moment.

The next week the girls continued to tease during class, holding hands and giving each other little pecks on the cheek. As class dismissed, Laura lingered until the other students left. She approached me directly, invading my personal space. Moving in, she placed her hand underneath her short pink dress and rubbed. Her blue eyes burned into me as she stroked something under her dress. She fondled her firm breasts beneath a tight tank top. I tried backing away and bumped into the lectern. She took a single step forward, and then lifted her hand to her mouth and blew me a kiss. Her fingers glistened with juice, and I focused on the digit and decomposed. Excited in a way I never felt, my knees buckled and every cell in my body pulsed. Laura’s beauty defied words and realizing she wanted me violated my warped view of self.

“Today?” she asked.

Red and breathless, savoring a level of eroticism never experienced, I paused and considered the offer. Foolishly, I shook my head, while wanting to say yes. She turned and walked away while saying, “I’ll get you. I get my gals.” Turning to face me at the door, she lifted her skirt, showing a purple dildo haltered around her waist. She put her skirt back down, and said, “Yours for the taking.”

I almost passed out as she turned around and left. My cheese not only moved, but melted into sauce fit for a queen.

It took me about ten minutes to recover my composure as passionate thoughts for the girls raced through my mind. I felt no love for the two, just a deep painful lust for pussy. Feeling warmth in my panties, I thought about a place to masturbate. The faculty rest room came to mind, although, as I soon found out, my private office was a smarter choice.

*******

Chapter 2

My Hand is My New Best Friend

Entering the faculty lounge, I turned toward the one person restroom and bumped into my colleague’s tits. Rachel looked at me, and asked, “Are you okay? You look flushed.” The strong woman was one of my dearest friends in the department and a few short years older than me. I didn’t realize the depth of her concern indicated something life changing for my future.

“Feeling a little ill…something I ate,” I said, and then gave her a wink. Closing and locking the restroom door, I removed my matronly dress, hanging it on the rack behind the door. Removing my panties and bra, I hung the bra on the rack and searched for a place to put my panties. Not finding any place sufficient, I cast them on the floor. “What am I doing?” I thought while standing in front of the mirror fondling my breasts. The relief of my touch caused a purr to slip from my mouth—the purr graduated a few minutes later to a roar.

My hands trailed from breasts casino firmaları to thighs, lightly tickling my skin. I paused momentarily, closing my eyes and lifting my hands to caress my face. Thinking of the satisfaction of the coed’s tongues on my breasts—and Laura’s dildo in my pussy, I softly moaned, “Kiss me Laura. Lick me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Sitting on the toilet, I moved my right hand across my body to my pussy; I placed the thumb and index finger on my clit and stimulated the creamy bud. I took my left hand and touched the stiff, black, curly hairs between my legs for a few seconds. Feathering my fingernails from my pussy to my breasts, I squeezed, enjoying sweet pain.

With a small sound, the cooling breeze of the central air wafted through the room, and I smelled the mushroomed scent of my womanhood. Leaning back, I spread my legs, easily sliding the middle finger deep inside my pussy. I stroked for a few seconds, and then lifted the finger to my mouth, savoring my juice and wishing it was Laura’s. Tickling my tongue with my finger, I sensed an orgasm with my touch—a touch I knew with expertise.

My velvet spoke in want of the need for my fingers, begging in a silent prayer. My fingers became a savior as they sated a sinner’s need. The shock of the fingers entering my pussy sent stinging bites through my body. Stroking with conviction for several minutes, my climax readied for forgiveness. Stroke, stroke, stroke—kiss me Laura, fuck me!

I lifted my ass upwards and strained to keep from screaming. Orgasm …glorious rapture …orgasm …orgasm …orgasm!

Resting my butt back to the seat, I continued my stroking as tingles of excitement trembled through my pussy. Increasing the pace, I masturbated with blinding speed.

I slipped a second, and then a third finger in my folds as ripples ran through the darkened cove. My right hand blurred in flight atop my clit, while my left stroked into my soaking pussy. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Kiss me Laura, fuck me!

An explosion welled within me, and I tensed, placing my legs on the floor and back against the top of the toilet.

Lifting, I screamed in a whisper, “Kiss, lick, fuck…Laura!” while discharging cream on my hand. Closing my legs around my hand, I continued stroking as waves blessed my body. My hands stopped stroking as the feeling became too much, and I pushed my ass down against the toilet seat, screaming a final, “Fuck,” while shaking in a hailstorm and holding my breath.

Just—

Fuck me Laura, kiss me!

breathe—

I’m your bitch, Laura. Fuck me. Shove your tongue in my pussy! Kiss. Lick. Fuck!

slowly .

Without a touch on my pussy, another orgasm erupted, producing a shock so large Edison found his maker. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Leaning back into the porcelain comfort of the top of the toilet, I rested until the tremors ended.

After resting, I thought, Elvis has just left the building, and laughed at my stupid pun. Feeling a little better, I lifted my wet hands to my mouth and licked each finger clean, savoring my wine as if heaven brought me Manna.

Then it clicked, turning a tide that would never return. “I’m going to love the coeds. I’m going to let Laura put her dildo in my pussy. I’ll suck Stacey’s titties, and I’ll love the two with abandon.”

I don’t know why at that particular moment I decided to let those two teens take me. Perhaps it involved the years of denial and my own frustration of never being sexually intimate with anyone—perhaps the queer within freed her tortured soul. It didn’t matter. I must…must…must, and I did…did…did.

Being the neurotic type, I couldn’t believe the two girls wanted me. At least my tits were still up, and my ass pretty tight for a senior citizen in her thirties. Someone banged on the rest room door, which was like throwing a cold bucket of water on a rabbit in heat. I rose and dressed, throwing my bra in my valise. Pausing to check my long black hair pulled back in a bun, I sighed, thinking the face in the mirror wasn’t mine. Fortunately, for the person who was banging on the door, I didn’t look too shaken for a sex-starved fool.

Someone knocked at the door again, “Jenine, are you all right, are you sick or something?” It was Rachel, my sexy friend.

“Yes, just sick at my stomach,” I said, not actually lying.

I patted my face with water, toweled off, and then unlocked the door to face the music of my nosy friend.

“What the hell is going on in there? You look pale.”

“I threw up Rachel, might not want to go in there right now. It smells pretty bad.”

Rachel owned a wonderful ass and the tits of a teenager. I wanted to pull her into the stall with me and eat her pussy.

“Want me to run you home?” She touched my arm and lightly circled her nails.

After a few seconds of enjoying her touch, I said, “No, got the Nissan, I’ll be alright, and thanks for the concern. Gonna miss the workout today.” I said, afraid of attacking Rachel’s tits if I didn’t leave.

She squeezed my arm and a perception of interest güvenilir casino flashed through my mind. “It’s nothing,” she said disappointed, and then she looked downward. I noticed something in her eyes that I’ll always remember, a brokenhearted glaze that left me vexed. This revelation overwhelmed me, and I exited the rest room, driving home in a confused state of mind.

I always loved being with Rachel, even if she always bitched and complained about work and her teenage son. We always found some excuse to be together by catching the latest movie or eating at a new restaurant. Lost in my thoughts, I drove past my house and ended three miles down the street before recognizing my mistake.

Later in the evening as Bernard quizzed me about my day, I gasped, realizing I left my panties in the rest room…

*******

Chapter 3

The Asian and the Salon

The next few days, I wrestled between stability and desire. Noticing friction in the marriage, Bernard tried to comfort me.

“Babe, need anything?” he asked.

I almost smiled. “No,” I said. “Tired, that’s all.” On rare occasions, Bernard demonstrated sensitivity. He even remembered to put the toilet seat down.

“Maybe we can hit the condo this week?”

I quietly sat for a few seconds, and then lied, “Need to get the paper published.” Heterosexual encounters at condos were not in my plans. Thoughts were brewing—ribald thoughts of lesbian sex with coeds.

Honestly, I knew he intended to ease my suffering, and I appreciated him in a way that only a lesbian in denial can understand. If truth be told, his attention disgusted me. It is hard for a person in the midst of denial to show affection for the major cause of the denial.

I found most of my comfort by petting Slinky underneath her ears as she purred. An arrogant orange ball of shit, the cat often scurried off to find a feline in heat. I wanted to be Slinky, scurrying into the arms of a woman—a woman with a wet and hungry pussy.

Drinking vodka each night until in a stupor, I allowed Bernard to fuck me once because I felt sorry for him. The experience left me unsatisfied and angry, especially after sitting on the toilet unable to get myself off as he snored.

The next day, I decided to hell with depression and chose not to drink. Trying my best to look sexy for my next psycho 101 class, I ventured to my wardrobe and found nothing to fit the task. Credit card in hand, I found solace at Macy’s, picking a pink linen skirt with a slit in the back and matching blouse. I figured the apparel might appeal to the girls without getting me fired. Shopping at Victoria’s Secret, I spent $300.00 on an assortment of panties, push-up bras, hose, and fragrant perfumes. The perfumes imbued seduction, and I wanted to be the seduced

Taking the dreaded trip to Maxim’s Hair Salon to see if they could help with the unibrow, I felt embarrassed, like an old woman unsuccessfully trying to remove years through the miracle of a salon. After seeing the sexy oriental just out of high school, my mood changed. Things looked better; the future seemed filled with opportunity and wholesome Asians.

As I soon found out, good things sometimes happen to horny professors, because Miss Asian wasn’t of the wholesome variety. She was a cute—damn straight cute—tiny with thin jet-black hair and large almond eyes. The sensation of having a pretty girl attending to my every whim excited me, ripening a ripe apple.

I became Mrs. Queer Courageous, and ordered a manny/petty, removal of the unibrow, and waxing of various body parts. She suggested a shaving; without a pause, I succumbed to the suggestion. Motioning me to the dressing room, she helped me change into a body towel the size of a dish rag. Her perfumed body moved in close, and she pressed her tiny breasts against my back. I sensed her bra-less breasts, which peaked my naked nipples. The Asian indicated for me to remove my rings and watch. I hesitated, knowing of my hidden suicide scar. Turning away, I removed the items and put them away.

She led me to a warm footbath and motioned for me to sit. Placing my feet in comforting bubbly water smelling of roses, she cleansed my feet. The cutie applied hot wax mixed with honey on my upper lip and between my eyebrows. “Hurt,” she warned. With two expert yanks, she removed what Darwinian evolution hadn’t weeded out yet. Yes, it hurt.

While the wax was warm, she warmed my happy trail by liberally applying a thin layer. Without notice she yanked, without notice I yelped. “Sorry,” she said, and then giggled. I smiled and nodded, realizing I liked the small pain.

The Asian spent time removing the calluses from the underside of my feet. She pursed her lips, working on a rough area. I half expected her to plug in a grinder before trimming my nails.

Cutting each nail with precision, she moved like a surgeon. I moaned like a ticklish teen. She noticed and found little niches on my footsies of funsies, purposely fluffing and fluttering. The girl finished my feet and rubbed in cooling cream. Her hands and the cream traveled up my thighs. Pulling my towel back to expose my upper thighs, she continued to apply the lotion while she staring at my reaction. I smiled; I giggled; I chortled. I took her hand and invited her upward.

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