Lenarte Artesanato

Norah sat in Paul’s office trying to figure out why he had called them in. They were waiting for Evan, who was still on the phone with a client. She knew that Paul, Jim, Kurt, and the other partners were aware of her problems with Evan, but she thought that she had successfully kept her disagreements with her coworker to a minimum. Now, she guessed, Paul wanted to give them further counseling on how to get along with each other.
Norah was the newest in the firm, the only female attorney, in this high profile group. It was the oldest law firm in town, with clientele from all over the world. She had a hard time of it at first; she knew that Paul had gone all out to get the other partners to agree to hire her, and she felt that she owed him personally for his efforts. She always did whatever he asked, usually staying late and working weekends on endless briefs and covering other mundane details in order to prove her dedication and her worth to the firm. Although she never complained about any job thrown her way, and even though she usually accomplished things in a thorough and efficient manner, she still felt that the senior partners, Jim and Kurt, didn’t respect her. They were traditional thinkers, old fashioned and conservative, and they openly teased Paul as being a radical weirdo for wanting to “save the world” by hiring first Evan, and then Norah.
Evan Anderson was Paul’s other “good deed”; he had been hired five years ago, right out of law school, like Norah. Also, he was a first for the firm, the first African American attorney. It had taken the senior partners a while to get used to Evan’s presence, but after five years, he was one of the guys.
Norah had tried to befriend Evan in the beginning. She’d thought he was dapper and attractive, with his dark good looks. He had a tall, muscular physique and he was charming and witty with the other women; but whenever he dealt with her alone, she found him to be arrogant and snobbish. She had assumed that he’d come from a disadvantaged background, and Evan was immediately offended by her assumption. She found out from Paul that Evan had had a privileged upbringing, even more so than Norah, and Paul had chosen him, like Norah, for his law school performance and his drive and determination.
Since then, Evan had been frosty towards her. They avoided each other whenever they could, but of course, since they worked for the same firm, they were bound to share work sometimes. On these occasions, they usually spent most of their time arguing and sniping at each other. Evan was always suspicious of Norah, and Norah complained that he condescended to her. Norah was a very prideful woman, and she never let him get away with treating her like an idiot without putting up a fight.
“Evan says he’ll only be a few minutes more,” Sandy, the receptionist, popped her head in. She gave Norah her usual raised eyebrow as she left the room.
Norah was aware that a number of her coworkers assumed that she was hired for her looks. She was an attractive woman, but for most of her life, she’d tried to downplay the fact. She never wore anything provocative or revealing; she usually dressed in dark or muted colors, and she wore pantsuits or the occasional knee-length skirt to work. She always wore her shoulder length black hair pinned up, and she hid her intense blue eyes behind dark rimmed glasses. She was always professional and aloof at work, not wanting to give anyone an excuse to accuse her of sleeping her way to the top. She didn’t really care about what the others thought, but she was smart enough to know that sometimes a nasty rumor could be dangerous enough to ruin a career.
“Sorry I’m late,” Evan finally walked in, stepping between Norah and Paul, almost tripping over Norah’s high-heeled feet. He gave her a dirty look as he sat down.
“It’s okay,” Paul folded his hands.
Norah could feel worry building up. Whenever Paul folded his hands, bad news was coming.
“Let me get right to the point…”
It must be about our latest argument, Norah thought.
“Harold Mayer’s getting divorced, and he wants us to handle things for him.’
Harold Mayer was an eccentric millionaire, who had just married a woman young enough to be his granddaughter, two years before. He owned many properties in different states, including a ranch in Arizona, fifty miles outside of Phoenix. Paul told them that Harold’s young wife had filed a restraining order against him, so he was staying in a hotel in Phoenix. Norah and Evan were to fly there the next day to take a deposition. As he gave them further instructions, Norah’s worry grew tenfold.
“I don’t understand,” Evan spoke up. “We have to go together? Why?”
“Well,” Paul explained, “Kurt’s on vacation, Jim’s working on the Mitchell case, and I have three different cases that I’m running behind on. I know that you two already have loads of work, but Jim or I can take care of all that until you get back.”
“How long do you think this is going to take?” Norah asked.
“It shouldn’t take more than a few days.”
“A few days!” Norah cried.
“Harold’s a bit strange; he takes patience and care, something that you two seem to have an infinite amount of with other people, but you don’t have any of when it comes to dealing with each other.”
“Then why are you sending us together?” Evan asked. “I should be able to polish the old man off in a few hours.”
“I want you to go together. It will be a good experience for Norah.”
Norah started to grind her teeth at this comment. Paul made it sound as if Evan would have the upper hand. She looked at Evan, wondering if he would dare to complain. He was just as eager to prove himself as she was; he didn’t seem to be budging.
“So, you’ll fly tomorrow,” Paul said. “Sandy’s made all the arrangements.”
Norah had almost tuned him out, imagining the headache of spending a long flight sitting next to Evan. She looked at him again, but he was careful to keep his face neutral. She stood up as soon as Paul finished talking, rushing back to her office to try to finish up her work, or at least leave her notes in an understandable format in case Paul or one of the others had to look through her files while she was gone.
—
Norah had to trot to keep up with Evan. He had rushed ahead of her, as soon as they’d deplaned. He didn’t seem to be walking fast, but he was a lot taller than she was, and she had worn heels, so she kept up a breathless pace as he strolled through the airport. She also had more baggage than he did, and true to form, he’d made a sarcastic comment about her garment bag, purse, briefcase and overnight bag when they’d met at the airport back home. He had only brought a garment bag and his laptop bag, and he didn’t offer to carry any of her things for her, so she kept losing step with him, stopping to adjust the weight of her luggage from time to time.
He drove the rental car, pulling off before she even closed her door completely. Norah’s temper had about boiled over at this point, but she knew that they had a long drive before they reached their hotel, so she decided to avoid having a war with him in the car. He spent most of the drive gabbing on his cell phone, openly making snarky comments about having to be stuck with her for this trip. She stared at the passing scenery, counting the minutes until they would be able to go back home.
They arrived at the hotel to discover that a tech industry convention was being held in town. The hotel lobby was bustling, and Evan dealt with the clerk while Norah went to the restroom to freshen up from the heat. It was one hundred plus degrees outdoors, and even though they’d driven with the air conditioning running on high, they could still feel the sun blaring down on the car. Norah emerged from the restroom to find Evan talking to the hotel manager. She quickly approached him, to see what was wrong.
“I can’t believe this. What do you mean, ‘The place is full’?” Evan glared down at the shorter man.
The manager looked tentatively at Norah, but she looked to Evan, with a question on her face.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” the manager said. “The situation just can’t be helped. We’ve experienced a plumbing emergency, as well as problems with the A/C, and the rooms you have reserved are both in a section of the hotel where the system has broken down.”
Evan rolled his eyes and turned away from the man. “Well, since you can’t honor our reservation, I want to know if you can get us rooms somewhere else.”
“Certainly, Sir. We’ll see to it right away.”
Evan clenched his jaw, turning away from Norah and pulling out his cell phone. She decided to have a seat while they waited.
After half an hour, Evan approached her, waving a sheet of paper in her face.
“Come on, here are the directions to our new accommodations.”
Norah gathered her things for the next workout, half-running after Evan to reach the car.
At the next hotel, they were dismayed to discover that the clerk who’d gotten the room for them had made a mistake. It was a single room, with one bed, instead of two separate rooms, or even one room, with two beds. Instead of standing aside, this time Norah complained along with Evan, to no avail.
“I’m sorry,” the clerk apologized, “but it’s the only room we have left. The convention has us all booked up. And I’ve heard from several guests that all the other hotels are booked up as well.”
Evan cursed under his breath and turned away, taking the key from the girl. He looked at Norah briefly as if to ask her something, but only cleared his throat.
“I don’t think we’re going to get anything better,” she told him, “unless we sleep in the car.”
“I could kill Paul for this,” Evan sounded exasperated.
“It’s only for a day or two,” Norah tried to sound optimistic, blowing a lock of hair out of her face.
They went up to the room, which was a small one.
“There’s not even a couch in here,” Evan complained.
Norah stood in the doorway, in disbelief, staring at the double bed. She almost offered to sleep in the car, but she knew that that would never really work.
“I’ll sleep in the chair; I’m a light sleeper anyway. I can never get any real rest away from home,” she offered nervously.
He rolled his eyes at her. “You don’t have to give me any faux chivalry; I’ll sleep on the floor. Just see if there are some extra linens in that closet.”
“You know,” Norah’s temper was rising again. “I’m tired of you talking to me like I’m your servant.”
He looked her up and down, with a slight scowl on his face. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost eight.”
“Damn, too late to call on the old geezer today. It’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” he paused. “I need a drink.”
“You mind if I use the car?” she asked.
“No, go right ahead.” he tossed her the keys as he loosened his necktie.
—
After she had changed into something cooler, Norah set out to explore the town. She bought a map and studied it over dinner, then drove around for awhile, wishing the time would go by faster. She was reluctant to go back to the hotel; she tried to stay out late enough for Evan to be asleep when she returned. This was akin to her worst nightmare; she couldn’t have imagined a more cruel punishment. Having to spend all this time in close quarters with Evan was going to be difficult.
Norah couldn’t understand why he was still so evil to her, even after she had apologized for any misunderstanding or any insult that she had cast upon him. Sometimes, she thought it was a shame that they didn’t get along better. She had seen that he could be charming; he often charmed female witnesses and judges, with his handsome smile. She had to admit that he was good looking. He had intense dark brown eyes, a devilish smile with perfect teeth, and a strong, squared jaw line. He was very tall, taller than all the other men in the firm, and you noticed him whenever he walked into a room. And he was dark; Norah had tried to come up with a different descriptor in her head for his color, but chocolate was always the first thing that came to her mind. He usually wore expensively tailored suits, and Norah could tell that he had a chiseled physique underneath. He was decidedly debonair; Norah often thought that if they didn’t work together, and if he wasn’t so sour and arrogant, that she might like to date him.
She hadn’t had a date in a long time, six months, to be exact. Norah was always busy with work, and she didn’t feel that it would be fair to subject anyone to her relentless work schedule. She was usually too exhausted to do much socializing, anyway; she just resigned herself to the fact that an active social life would have to wait a few more years.
Norah trudged up to the room, finally tired, worn down by the heat from earlier in the day, and from the long restless flight in. It was almost midnight; she wasn’t sure if Evan was a night owl or not, but she hoped that he was either asleep, or still out at the bar. Outside the door, she could hear voices. He’s watching TV, she thought, sliding the key card into the door.
Inside, the room was dark. She slipped in quietly, in spite of the noise, just in case he was asleep. She peered through the darkness, noticing that the TV wasn’t on, and that the noises were coming from the bed. Her eyes widened in disbelief, as she quickly realized that Evan had brought a woman back to the room, and that they were having hot and heavy sex on the bed. The woman was practically screaming, and as Norah’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw that Evan was on top of the woman, pumping her pretty deeply, judging by the creaking of the mattress. The woman was clawing at his chiseled back and gripping his taut, firm ass cheeks, moaning and cooing with each of his thrusts. Evan was grunting slightly; he kept up a slow rhythm, grinding into the woman, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Norah, embarrassed to the core, closed herself into the bathroom. She lowered the lid on the toilet, and sat there for a while, hoping that they would finish up so that she could at least get a little sleep in the chair. Unfortunately for her, they kept at it, for a long time. Norah kept a tally, yawning her way through the second hour of their fervent activity. She tried not to squirm, feeling herself becoming slightly aroused by the sounds of their copulation, with the woman constantly moaning about Evan’s “big cock”, and how deeply he was plowing into her.
Norah eventually fell asleep on the toilet, finally waking up to find Evan coming in. She blinked her eyes, momentarily forgetting where she was. As she realized the awkward situation she was in, she got a close up view of Evan’s pecs as her eyes hurriedly moved up to focus on his face. She had caught a glimpse of the rest of his body, but in her embarrassment, she looked away. Even in her confusion, she knew that it wouldn’t be prudent to be caught staring at his crotch, so she’d immediately looked up toward his face. He stood in the door, groggy, staring at her for a moment. It seemed that he had forgotten where he was as well, also not realizing that he was naked.
“Excuse me,” he stepped into the small bathroom as she stood up.
Norah was afraid to stay because he was about to use the toilet, but she was also afraid to leave because she didn’t know if the woman was still in the bed or not. She stepped out of the bathroom, relieved to find that the woman had left. The sheets were crumpled, and Evan’s clothes had been tossed on the chair that she had intended to sleep in. Norah could smell sex in the air, and she looked at the mess, along with the used condoms in the wastebasket, feeling the hair on her neck stand on end. She shook her head, trying to erase the image of his dark, sculptured body from her mind.
“You’re such an animal!” she spit at Evan as he emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“I didn’t think you were coming back… I figured that maybe you’d gotten lucky, too.”
“Why couldn’t you have gone to her room?”
“She doesn’t have one; she’s the bartender.”
Norah shook her head in disgust, tossing his clothes onto the bed. Suddenly, she changed her mind about trying to finish the night in the chair. She picked up her key card, moving toward the door.
“Where are you going?” Evan asked.
“Downstairs.”
—
Norah and Evan stood in the lobby of Harold Mayer’s hotel waiting for him to join them for their breakfast meeting. They were to conduct a short interview before the actual deposition; that would happen after they’d procured the services of a stenographer. She was still angry with Evan, and standing in the same room with him was starting to make her skin crawl. He was just as smug as ever, trying to hide his obvious hangover from her. She made sure to talk loudly and to make as much noise as possible, continuously slamming doors as she had showered and dressed. She had originally thought of kicking him out of the room, but she’d decided that torturing him would make her feel better.
She threatened to report him to the partners for sexual misconduct, for exposing himself to her, but he immediately ridiculed her idea, saying that no one would take her seriously.
“Oh, come on. You act as if you’d never seen a naked man before.”
“I never asked to see you naked.”
“It was a mistake. I didn’t know you were there.”
“You didn’t know that I was there the whole time you were plowing into that tramp, did you?”
“Why did you stay, then? You knew what was going on when you came in, and you stayed? What kind of freakiness is that?”
“Don’t turn this around on me…”
“I’m just trying to show you how ridiculous your claim sounds. I didn’t purposefully expose myself to you. You’re none the worse for it…”
“You need to learn to keep it in your pants…”
“Oh, lighten up. You just need to let someone get up that skirt of yours every now and then.”
Norah was shocked by this last comment.
“How dare you?” she glared at him. “I have half a mind to…”
“Good morning,” a middle-aged woman approached them. “Are you here to see Mr. Mayer?”
“Yes,” Evan spoke up.
“I’m Ms. Penney, Mr. Mayer’s secretary. Come this way, please.”
They followed Ms. Penney into the hotel restaurant. Norah watched as Evan hesitated, shading his eyes; the dining room was brightly lit by a cluster of skylights. She made sure to clop her heels on the terracotta floor more firmly so that she could make as much noise as possible.
“Could you walk a little softer?” he immediately complained. “You sound like a damned race horse.”
When they finally met Mr. Mayer, Norah could see why Paul had labeled the man “eccentric”. Harold Mayer was dressed in a period piece 1930’s pinstriped suit, with a very obvious synthetic looking toupee hanging off center over his face. He looked like he was dressed to go to a costume party, playing the role of a gangster.
Evan introduced them. “Mr. Mayer? Evan Anderson, and Norah West.”
Harold stared at Norah for so long, that she began to blush. When she extended her hand for him to shake, he took it and pressed his lips onto it instead. His lips were small and wet, and Norah fought the impulse to wipe her hand on the back of her skirt.
“Sit down, sit down,” the old man directed them. “Let’s have breakfast first, and then we’ll get down to business. I’m sure that Miss North will take better notes after she’s had a decent breakfast.”
Norah blinked her eyes. “West,” she corrected him.
“What’s that?” the old man was concentrating on sipping his bloody mary.
“Ms. West. That’s my name.”
Evan cut his eyes at her. She knew that he wanted to tell her that this was no time for her to play the feminist, but she didn’t care how much money the old man had.
After a short breakfast, Evan began the interview. Everything that Paul had said was proving to be true; the old man was spacey and long winded. They had to keep reminding him to stick to the facts, and to answer the questions simply and honestly. He kept telling inappropriate jokes and private stories about his dalliances with and without his young wife. Norah got the shock of her life as she felt the icy metal tip of the old man’s cane slowly pushing her skirt up her thigh, but when she started to jump out of her seat, Evan put a hand on her arm to subdue her.

During my freshman year in college I was unsure of myself in many ways. It was the first time away from home, although that in itself wasn’t a big concern. I had been pretty much on my own throughout my high school years. Both of my parents had important careers, and I was the youngest of three. My brother went away to school when I was in 9th grade, and my sister left the next year.
I had lost my virginity a while before college, one of those choices you later look back on and wish it had been different. Actually, I didn’t regret losing it, just the circumstances around the way it happened. What I had fantasized as a wonderful experience turned out to be very unpleasant, and the beginning of a series of heartbreaks.
The guy I had fallen desperately in love with was incredible in my little fantasy world, but a real asshole when I could finally see the truth. He was two years older than me, and in my view, a real man of the world. I was willing to do anything for him, and could think of no greater gift than my womanhood. For almost two weeks before it happened I had planned and schemed how to make the night special. My parents would be out of town, so there wouldn’t be any questions about why I didn’t come home that night.
I had just turned eighteen the week before, and we were going out for a special night. I secretly planned to end up in a motel room; he didn’t have a clue. Dinner was a dream. We had both dressed nicely for the occasion. I borrowed my sister’s prom dress, and secretly wore under it the most alluring lace teddy I could find. My breasts are naturally small, so I wanted something to emphasize them as much as possible. The small pinkish nipples peeked through the lace as I was getting dressed, and I knew that he would like it.
All during dinner I teased him, making sure to hold my hand to his thigh under the table, every now and then straying to rub across his throbbing crotch. Although we had planned to go to a movie afterward, that never happened. As soon as we got to the car, he was all hands. A little rougher than I had expected, but understandable after more than an hour of teasing.
Since it was getting toward dusk, I suggested that we park down along the lake and watch the sunset. He didn’t seem too thrilled by that because he had other things in mind. But so did I, and he would see the light soon. By the time we found a quiet place, I had already worked myself over to him and had my hands inside his unzipped pants. Feeling his hot, moist cock throbbing in my hand really turned me on more. I began to stroke up and down as he loosened his belt, and it drove him wild. I kind of knew what to do from secretly watching some of the videos my brother had hidden in his room, and I tried my best to imitate the women I had seen there. It seems that the guys on the videos last forever; but not so in real life. In less than two minutes I was trying to catch a load of sticky cum and not get any on my sister’s dress. Stamina was not one of his strong points. Actually, I thought it was a sign that I was very special to him.
I don’t remember the sunset, because we were busy. The lace teddy was actually a hindrance to his wandering hands, a little frustrating at the time. When I finally asked if we could go find a room, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. After almost two months of putting him off, here I was actually asking him to be my man.
Now, I had romantic dreams about how wonderful this night was going to be. All the women in my brother’s videos just loved everything that their men did to them.
Watching them moaning, begging for more, screaming how wonderful it was, and more had fueled my fantasies for this night. I have to admit that more than once I had masturbated in fantasy over the videos, waiting for this night. If my own hands could give me so much pleasure, how much more I expected from him! Without realizing it, I was rubbing my own crotch as we drove to the motel. By the time he came back from signing in, I was hotter than I had ever been.
We walked to the room pressed so close together that it almost hurt. An older couple was walking out of the room next to ours, and I wondered if they thought we were newlyweds. Wouldn’t that be great? I mean to actually be Mrs. … I was sure that this was forever.
As soon as we got inside he began to pull my dress off. I know I had gotten him really turned on again, but I was still fantasizing of a tender loving moment as I yielded myself to him. The dress fell to the floor and I tried to step away so he could see the lace teddy. I was a little hurt when he didn’t seem to care about how I looked in it, just wanted to pull it off and get it out of his way. There I stood, naked before him, his hands roughly exploring everything he could reach. I began to unbutton his shirt as he pushed me back onto the bed. He was on top of me, fully dressed and panting like an animal. I have to admit that his forceful passion was turning me on more. He kissed me deeply for several minutes while he continued to touch me everywhere he could. But his weight was having its effect on me and I had to roll him off so I could breathe.
As I began to unbutton his shirt he moved his mouth to my breasts. No longer able to reach his buttons, I held the back of his head tight against me as he engulfed my entire left breast in his mouth. I had never felt anything like that. I almost came right there. He moved to my other breast and again engulfed it entirely. His hand took my left breast and he began to roughly tweak my nipple. Actually, that hurt, and distracted me enough that I pulled away.
I quickly sat up and began to unbutton his shirt again. This time he lay there and cooperated. I was really looking forward to running my hands all over his smooth chest. I don’t know why, but guys with hairy chests are a turnoff for me. His was fantastic. His well developed abs and pecs soon had me back in ecstasy. I kissed him everywhere, licking his salty skin as he trembled under my touch. What an incredible feeling to have this power over my man!
While I was keeping him on the edge like this, his hand found its way down to my secret parts. I was really wet by now, and he slid his fingers all over the slippery lips that held his prize. I had trimmed everything up nicely hoping to entice him. Actually, I’m not sure he even noticed. As I began to open his zipper, he tried to plunge a finger inside me. If stamina had not been his strong point before, gentleness was not his strong point now. I had never had anything inside me in my life. When I masturbated I had always just pressed and rubbed the outside of my vagina. I was so tight, and nothing had prepared me for this sudden pain. I tried to pull back, but he had a tight grip on my ass and held me. It was not until he decided to roll back to finish taking off his pants that he let loose.
Now I started to get scared when I saw the size of his cock in comparison to his finger. I would later realize that he was not by far the biggest man in the world, but that night it looked like a monster organ. By later comparisons, his 5 and 1/2 inches wasn’t all that big, but to me, for the first time I had really been close to a cock in real life, it seemed huge. The circumcised head was a deep purplish red color, throbbing and jerking as I watched in awe. Drops of precum made it shine in the dim light of the room. I reached out to once again hold him, like I had done in the car. I never got to that because he roughly pushed me back down on the bed. The look in his eyes was something I had never seen before and I was really scared!
He forced my legs apart, got on top of me, and instantly began to force his monster cock into my now tender vagina. What I had fantasized as a tender, loving moment was now going all wrong. I tried to move into a more comfortable position to open myself to him, but my shoulders were pinned motionless by his strong hands resting on them as he rose up over me. As he began to press his manhood into me the pain was incredible. The only words I could get out were “Please, No!!” He acted like he didn’t even hear.
He rammed his raging head against the fortress of my virginity, slamming again and again into the unyielding gate. Reeling in pain I cried and pleaded “Please, NO!!!” again and again, but it only seemed to enrage him. Harder and harder he slammed, making a little more progress in his attack with each vicious thrust. My whole body was quivering and I felt on the verge of passing out.
Suddenly he slowed for a moment, then rammed harder than I ever thought possible as I felt his throbbing rod break past the guardian of the gate. Pushing into me fully, the pain was indescribable. Gone were my fantasies of a tender moment when I could hold him close and tell him I was now truly his woman. I had never seen this in any of my brothers videos. I felt that I was doing something wrong to experience this much pain.
As he dropped his entire body weight on top of me and began thrusting in and out ,grunting like an enraged bull, I started to sob uncontrollably. I don’t know if it was from the pain, the humiliation at having failed so miserably, or both. After what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than two minutes (Remember? He had no stamina! Thank goodness!!!) he began to shake, and I knew he was cumming inside me. At first I felt relief that my ordeal would be over, but that gave way to terror when I remembered that the condoms I had brought for him were still in my purse in the car!!
Crushed under his weight, I began sobbing and wailing harder than before. If I was hoping for sympathy from him, I was crushed again. As he rolled off of me he had a disgusted look on his face and said “Now what the fuck’s wrong with you?” I don’t know what was worse: the physical pain from his penile assault on my torn vagina, the fear that I might be pregnant, or the humiliation of his anger. It was almost fifteen minutes before I could stop sobbing long enough to even speak. During this time he got up, went into the bathroom to piss, then got dressed. So badly I wanted him to hold me and comfort me, but he just turned on the television in the room and acted like I wasn’t even there.
Finally he stood up and said “If all you’re going to do is whine, I’m going out for a beer.” I freaked out, and with what strength I had left I got up and started pounding his back as he started out the door. He turned back, pushed me onto the bed and said “Get a grip.” Then he walked out the door and I heard his car pulling away.
I gathered myself together after another long sobbing attack. I put my sister’s dress back on, feeling that I was somehow unworthy of it. After all, her boyfriend treated her like a queen. What was wrong with me? I threw the lace teddy in the trash can. So much for feminine allure. That brought a fresh wave of tears to me, and I collapsed onto the bloodstained bed (Actually, it wasn’t as stained as it seemed to me at the time).
When I finally got myself back in control I called my sister, who was in town with her boyfriend for the weekend. They came and drove me home, and finally gave me the comforting care I needed so badly. Her boyfriend was so sympathetic, so protective; I hope someday I’ll find someone like him.
I only heard from my now ex-boyfriend a few times in the next month. He dropped by to stuff my purse in the mailbox, but I never again wanted to see him face to face. I now know that it wasn’t my fault on that night, but my shattered self image took a long time to mend. My body did better. And luckily, I didn’t end up with a souvenir of that awful event (Meaning, I didn’t end up pregnant.)
I hope someday I’ll be able to love again.

As I left the bus and walked across the parking lot, my little cell phone trilled. I fished it from my little back-pack purse and thumbed the answer button with my thumbnail.
“May I speak with Charli Vargas?” said a polite, stiff voice.
“This is she,” I responded.
“I would like to inform you,” the voice replied, “that we have received your gallery submission, and you have an appointment at 3 pm Monday afternoon with our endowment committee.”
That simple statement, delivered in a clipped, dry tone, left me extremely excited. “Thank you very much!” I said.
“Very good,” the voice said. “Have a good day.”
“Thank you,” I smiled. “Bye-bye.” I thumbed the kill button on my cell phone and kept on walking. I came to the front entrance of the convention center and looked in the reflective glass at myself. God, I’m so ordinary looking — about five-three, a slim figure on the petite side, chocolate-toned skin on the rather pale side, sparking hazel eyes, long straight hair colored like brown sugar with blonde highlights. My hands were suited to painting — small, slender, with long slim nimble fingers with long natural nails.
And I was dressed ordinarily, too — a loose brown sweater, that exposed my shoulders, tight faded blue jeans, and white sneakers, my hair pinned up loosely, hardly any makeup. I went inside the door to the atrium, the guy punched my ticket and I went inside to the auditorium itself, and found a seat.
I don’t usually go for these lecture slash presentations slash seminars, but this one held some interest for me, because the guy doing the thing was one of my old college professors, Dr. Albert Domano. I minored in African American studies in college, and so naturally I took a couple of courses taught by this man. While I didn’t think he had very much expertise when it came to black women, he did have a certain enthusiasm for his subject matter, if you know what I’m saying. But his courses showed me up. They were impressive in their scope.
Well, the presentation, about American Slavery, was very interesting. And his partner, a petite but very curvaceous black woman named Kelli Franklin, was very beautiful. She just seemed to glow from the inside, from some secret souce of happiness.
I went up to them after the seminar. “Hello, Dr. Domano,” I started, smiling. Just being around him made me feel better.
Albert stood up. “Charli! How good to see you again,” he smiled.
“And you also,” I smiled and nodded. “I’ve been hearing good things about you.”
Albert’s smile widened slightly. “Thanks. What’s been going on with you? I seem to remember you were an art major.”
I smiled. He remembered. “Yes, Albert, that’s right. I’ve finally applied at the Avant Garde Art Center to have my work exhibited. I’m so nervous. I don’t know how I’m going to persuade these old white men to see my way.” I tried to laugh my tension away.

I saw Albert’s eyes twinkle in an odd way. “Do you have an email address?”
I nodded. “Sure. Why?”
Albert’s demeanor became rather…secretive. He touched my arm and leaned in close. “Just trust me and give me your email. Got something you might be interested in.”
So I went ahead and gave him my email address. “Okay,” I said, my voice more than a little doubtful. “I’ll look for your message, then.” I nodded to Kelli, then said, “Good to see you again Albert.”
I finally got home and booted up my orange Mac laptop, then signed on to my online service, then accessed my email.
My eyes widened when I saw the message line — “It’s me Albert. Extremely important.”
I clicked “Read.”
“Dear Charli,” I read.
“I’m sorry for my odd manner earlier, but I had to be careful. You will be extremely skeptical after reading the attachment — so was I, believe me. But the following formula and instructions will give you the best chance at getting the art exhibit you so richly deserve. It will allow you to read minds, and more importantly, change them too. It will also give you physical stamina like you won’t believe.
“Wishing you many happy days, Albert.”
I wasn’t too crazy about the whole situation, I will admit. But I clicked download anyway, then sat and waited. I didn’t wait very long, either. I signed off and brought up the file. It was a simple text file. And was simply amazing. It was the last document of a slave owner named Jebediah Harrington, and how he managed to get everything he wanted.
And the reason, was a simple formula? My educated mind — I had a Bachelor of Arts Degree — rebelled at the thought. But the part of me that dabbled in aromatherapy, believed in psychics, and played with my deck of tarot cards, was ready to believe.
It was a good thing my roommate Jessica was visiting her folks back home. She’d be shopping for the ingredients already. That made me wonder, not for the last time, how on earth I managed to get a white girl for a roommate, and one that was so opposite from me, and we still managed to get along.
I sneaked a glance at my watch. It wasn’t too late so I got my little purse and went down the street to the herbal shop.
I got the stuff. Nobody even took note. I’m always in there. I took the stuff home and threw it together. I poured the steaming liquid from the saucepan into a coffee cup, and slowly sipped it down.
Soon, the stuff was all down the hatch. I sat down on the couch and waited expectantly. I turned on BET’s Comic View, laughed and clapped through the humor. And at the end of that hour, I realized — nothing was different.
Highly disappointed, I went to bed. Maybe the stuff needed to work overnight.
I woke up the next morning, to the sounds of my roommate puttering around.
I was rather groggy still, but my eyes opened wide when I realized I could read her mind, like a proverbial open book. Her mind was seething with disappointment. Apparently things didn’t go too well with her boyfriend — she was a very unsatisfied woman.
I really didn’t want to face Jessica in this state. She was a busty redhead, and I do mean busty, with more curves than a mountain road. Most of the time she was sweetness and light, but when she was disappointed, especially in the sexual sense, she wasn’t shy about letting people know about it. But mother nature was calling, so I grumbled my way out of bed and padded over to the bathroom, hiked up my night shirt and dropped my lacy thong panties.
As I did my business, I thought to myself how nice it would be if I could disarm Jessica’s attitude. I shrugged to myself. Why not? I found her mind again and defused the metaphorical ticking time bomb that was my roommate. After about a minute, I heard her calm down. I was shocked enough, that I didn’t even notice when I was finished with my morning routine. When I stood up to let my purple night-shirt down and put my panties back in place, I gasped.
My pussy had changed. I’m serious! Last night, my pussy was like a set of pursed lips, the labia standing out. Now, my pussy was a neat little slit, like a pair of lips pressed together. And warmth was emanating from it. I pulled my panties back into place and the material made a nice neat triangle.
I let down my nightshirt and headed into the kitchen for breakfast, by which time my roommate was actually smiling!
“Good morning, Charli,” Jessica chirped.
“Good morning,” I smiled back. “How was your trip?”
“It was alright,” she replied. “Mom and Dad were nice to me.”
I smiled. “That was good of them,” I said. “Why were you so upset?”
Jessica rolled her eyes — but that was all. “My stupid boyfriend. It’s nothing, I don’t even remember why I was so mad.”
“So, what did he do?” I asked, sitting next to her on the couch with a sweet roll, munching on it to hide my astonishment. I’d changed her entire outlook for the day.
Just like that!
Jessica rolled her eyes again. “He pretended to be tired,” she smirked. “I could have died, Charli. He knows how horny I am.”
I nearly choked on my sweet roll. I picked up from Jessica this one thought — I’m almost willing to do it with Charli. “Everyone knows how horny you are, Jess,” I teased her.
Jessica playfully pushed me. “Well, he’s supposed to come over tonight,” she said casually. “You were still going to go to that comedy thing, right?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah.” I finished my sweet roll and said, “Hey, did you make up your mind yet about posing for me?”
I could sense Jessica’s mind turning it over. And over. So I made up her mind for her. “Sure, I can pose for you. Lingerie or in the nude?”
“Whichever you prefer,” I shrugged.
“Let me get all prettied up,” she winked.
“Okay,” I smiled. “Can I help?”
Jessica winked again. Then she took my hand and led me to our shower. My heart started beating fast.
The water started coming down, wetting first our hair, then our bodies. I assisted Jessica with getting all lathered up, from her beautiful long wavy auburn hair all the way down to the soles of her feet.
Then she lathered me up. I had never felt such pleasure. It seemed that the formula had had made every inch of my skin more sensitive to touch.
We didn’t exactly have sex in the shower, but it was the most intimate contact I’ve ever had with her — the most intimate contact I’ve ever had with any woman. But that was nothing compared to what happened after the shower — I helped rub baby oil on her wet skin.
Jessica gently took the bottle from me. My moans filled the bathroom as she rubbed me down. “Mmmmm, Jess,” I purred. After our skin was soft and subtly shiny, I brought us back to the moment. “Let’s get this painting started.”
“Right,” Jessica said sheepishly.
A few hours later, I drew the cover down over the canvas as I went towards the door.
That was probably the single most productive day I’d ever had as an artist, and Jessica was a perfectly willing model — after a little bit of persuasion. The picture was turning out well. I would have some excellent additional material to display.
If I got the chance.
I sternly told myself that could wait. Right now, I had to go support the sweetest guy I know. His name was Bobby Jackson, and he was the only white guy I knew who had the guts to get his hair done in dreadlocks, because one of his friends, a black guy, was going to get his hair in dreads, too.
It wasn’t such a big leap, though. Bobby was a more liberal guy than the last white guy I knew, by a long shot. Andrew Gibson was a straight arrow, all the way. He was a great guy, but we weren’t compatible. Andrew and I still exchange the odd email, but that’s about it.
However, Bobby was still shy. I hoped that he would finally get up on that stage tonight and let everyone see how funny he is. Maybe I would give him a mental push.
I stood before the mirror in my room, and adjusted my outfit of a loose flowing ankle length dress, a soft peach-orange color, with a bunch of straps across the front on top, and a very high slit on the bottom, with a pair of clear plastic high heels, and my hair down this time. I put on some more lipstick, ran my nails through my hair again. I finally grabbed my house keys and left for the club.
I got there and saw the line, before anything else. It was a long line, too.
I got in line, and who did I bump into, but Bobby. He was wearing a white t-shirt, black vest, loose black trousers, and sandals with white socks. I stepped back and held him at arm’s length. “Bobby, you look very handsome.”
He blushed red. “Thanks. And you look beautiful, Charli.”
I smiled at him, then gave him a big hug, followed by a quick kiss on the lips. It was then, that I read his mind, and saw what was in there. Quite a few fantasies — about him and me. It was easy to read his mind because the love just emanated from him like the corona around the sun, and just as brightly.
But his shyness kept him from confessing his love for me, to me.
Bobby’s mind was, as I suspected, very busy. On top of his love for me, there was his reluctance to get on stage tonight, his self-doubt. I removed his self-doubt, with all the other negative thoughts, and left in its place only positive feelings and brought forward the thought that he only lived once.
I wasn’t the type to appreciate men who love me from afar. I’m not a princess in some castle, you know. I’m a practical girl — I live in the real world.
I tightly held his hand to steady myself, just the same. I never knew he had these feelings for me. The revelation was pleasantly frightening.
“The show is gonna be all over before we get in there, if this line don’t move,” Bobby complained.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” I agreed. “Let’s see if we can get in.”
“Are you kidding?” Bobby said incredulously. “Look at that guy.”
I smiled at him and squeezed his hand gently. “Watch and learn, grasshopper.”
I tugged on his hand and we went to the door together.
Holding Bobby’s hand, I came up to the entrance — and the doorman, who didn’t even look at us, just pretended to stare at a clipboard.
The doorman was one of those guys who were too pretty for their own good. I read his mind, and quickly found out, he was not a nice man — I could see in his mind people standing outside for half an hour, made to wait for a club full of empty tables and bad service from bitchy waitresses.
“If you’re not on the list, I can’t help you,” he said, still not looking at us.
“And why is that?” I asked.
The doorman finally looked at me, then looked me up and down. His eyes were appraising me. And I knew what for. “I’m sure we can work something out,” he grinned lecherously. “But your friend here is on his own.”
“Sorry,” I said, “but we’re together.” I winked at Bobby’s happy reaction.
“Then I can’t help you,” he said flatly. “Go back to the end of the line.” I went in and deftly changed his mind around, like pieces on a checkerboard. “Hey, I just found you,” he said suddenly. He opened the door, with a genuine smile this time. “Welcome. Take any table.”
I nodded graciously to him, tugged gently on Bobby’s hand and we went inside.
“I won’t even ask what you did,” Bobby cracked.
I laughed. “Let’s just have a good time,” I suggested.
Bobby agreed. “Yeah, let’s get a good table before the show starts.”
Smiling brilliantly, we went inside and straight back to where the stage and the tables were, and ordered dinner and drinks, chicken fingers and french fries with ranch dressing for dipping. I hadn’t eaten all day. Bobby was a sweetie and picked up the tab for me. We sat and ate and talked and laughed for a little while, then the lights dimmed and the emcee came on the stage. We applauded loudly.
The emcee was a rotund black man, but was extremely funny, making a few cracks at himself and his size, pointing out other brothers of similar size. I laughed so hard, I nearly spewed my drink through my nose.
But the show was just getting started. The first comedian was a brother, too, and that man had me and Bobby rocking in our chairs, we were laughing so hard. Bobby was holding his tummy, a sure sign he was enjoying the show too.
Then two more comedians came on, two women, then another brother, with a dummy. Then the emcee came back on stage and said, “Now that the audience has been warmed up, we’ll let someone from the audience come up and try it. Anybody want to come up on stage?” Bobby stood up. He was just the slightest bit hesitant. But he stood up.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Something I should have done a long time ago.”
I smiled after him as he went towards the stage. People applauded for him. Including me. He finally got up on stage, but he looked a little frightened. Then he swallowed, and started his act.
Bobby did that all on his own — no help from me.
However, some dude with an attitude I could sense from across the room, stood up and was about to heckle him. I deftly made him forget what he was gonna say — just as he was standing up and had everybody’s attention.
He sat back down again, blushing beet red.
Bobby continued his act, to the end, and left the stage to a standing ovation. He came back to our table, and I greeted him with a big hug and a kiss that made him grin like an idiot.
After the show was over, the lights came back on, and everyone started talking and laughing at once. A few people started to leave, including a white couple, the woman saying, “Why did you have to go and embarrass me like that?”
I chuckled quietly into my glass of beer.
A few people came over to congratulate Bobby on his bravery, and how much they enjoyed his act — and even the manager came over, to ask if he would perform again!
Bobby was speechless. Then he shook the manager’s hand and said a definite yes.
I hugged Bobby again, kissed him. “See, I knew you could do it!”
“Thanks to you,” he said quietly, intensely.
“Bobby,” I said, softly. “Is something wrong?”
Bobby took a good slug off his beer. I sat and waited patiently. “I…I want to tell you something,” he started.
“What’s that?” I asked, in all seriousness. “I hope it’s good.”
He smiled a little, played with his dreadlocks. “I hope so,” he said neutrally.
“Well, what is it?” I asked, with as much patience as I had.
“I’ve fallen in love,” he started.
Pretending ignorance, I let my eyes go wide. “Really? With who?”
And very tenderly, he took my hand, and looked in my eyes. As the song goes, I could see forever in his brown eyes. “With you,” he said, simply. “I love you, Charli.”
Even with my inside knowledge, I was blown away. I was totally speechless. But I could sense the tranquility in his mind after he’d said it.
“Say something,” he said, his voice tremulous. “Just don’t laugh. And please don’t say you’d rather be friends.”
I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I would never laugh,” I said quietly. Just then, the waitress — awfully nice tonight — came over and took the empty plates away and asked if we wanted anything more. I smiled and said no, thanks.
Bobby agreed, and paid our bill.
Then we both stood up. The waitress wished us a good night, then I took Bobby’s hand and led him outside to the now empty parking lot.
Bobby started to say something.
I stopped him with a fingertip on his lips. “You don’t hear me laughing,” I reminded him.
He quieted.
“It took a lot of balls to say what you just said,” I observed.
Bobby looked away sheepishly. “Yeah, well…”
I touched his face and turned it back to me. “I can’t let something like that go unrewarded,” I said softly. I stepped into his space and kissed him on the lips, so softly that I almost didn’t feel his lips on mine, but the kiss lasted exactly five heartbeats. I felt Bobby’s mind soar like an eagle.
Then I stepped away. Two beats of perfect silence passed between us.
Before I could say anything, Bobby suddenly took my hands, pulled me back towards him and kissed me again…
We broke apart long enough for me to whisper, “Better go to your place. My roommate is having her boyfriend over.”
We did just that.
It was midnight love. For real.
It was very convenient — Bobby and I lived in the same building. We practically ran down the street, got inside, and went down the hall, stopping to kiss, often for more than ten minutes at a time.
Then we got inside. Bobby fumbled a little opening his locks, I giggled through my moans and whispers, but then he finally opened his door. We went inside, quickly closed the door and locked the locks, right before Bobby dropped his keys in his understandable haste.
And then we seriously got our groove on.
Bobby pressed me against the wall and we kissed, slowly but passionately, one tongue dance lasting several minutes before moving to the next kiss slash tongue dance.
Then Bobby moved my hair to one side and began nibbling and kissing and licking, first on my earlobes, and then on the nape of my neck.

Amy Lynn Steele’s white canvas shoes barely made a sound as she stepped cautiously on the metal stairs that lead up the back wing of the Boston Commons Hotel. While the hotel itself was quite posh, the rear staircase was completely utilitarian, with hard metal treads, white cinder block walls and pipes and wires going in every possible direction. It certainly did not look like the place for a security camera to be needed, but as Amy paused on the fifth floor landing, she looked around for one nonetheless. After a moment of searching, she was convinced there was none present, and began to change her clothes.
The transformation was quite dramatic as she pulled off her sneakers using the heel to toe method to pop each one off with little effort even as she did so without bothering to untie the laces first. Typically she wore these type of shoes with a pair of slouch socks, or even just barefoot, but today she wore a pair of beige stockings underneath them. The reason for that became clear when she pulled a navy blue sweatshirt over her head, and tugged down a pair of matching navy blue sweat pants. Underneath, the persona of a college girl talking the more athletic method of ascending the stairs to her motel room quickly changed to the real reason Amy was at the hotel.
As she sat on the top step, she spent an exurbanite amount of time on her legs, extended her legs out and pulled the semi-opaque and stretchy fabric up from her toes to her thighs, making sure the sexy fabric was taunt. She also made sure the tiny black line that ran up the back of her legs was perfectly plumb, particularly behind the crook of her knee. Satisfied, she then fanned her toes out, knowing whomever was staying in room five sixty one, would be thrilled with the way her bright red toenail polish was just barely visible through the beige, nylon stockings.
Next she rummaged through her black and gray backpack and pulled out a pair of stiletto heels. Without straps, they were easy to put on, but would prove to be difficult to walk in with such a tall high heel. Regardless, Amy knew they were perfect for this date; black in color, the shoes had the tops of the pumps rimmed with chrome studs that matched perfectly with the silver ankle bracelet she now draped around her right ankle.
Technically Amy was now fully dressed, though Amy did not feel like it in the revealing outfit she had been wearing under her more casual clothes. Everything about the dress was wrong, starting with the color; a simple black number with a hemline so short that Amy wanted to pull it downward. Instead, she tugged it upward by at least an inch, setting the hemline so that even in a standing position, the tiny red elastic straps that clipped to her stocking tops, were visible. The top portion of the dress was no less revealing; boldly plunging into a deep v-shaped neck, the dress managing to keep her chest legal, but not from keeping it from bulging outward and displaying her young, slender form extremely well.
In fact as Amy stuffed her sneakers and sweat suit into her backpack, she felt like the tiny red straps, the only color to her rather meager outfit, drew anyone’s attention upward and underneath her hemline towards her sex as if advertising what she was at the hotel to do.
Satisfied, but ashamed with the way she looked, Amy staggered with the heavy fire door, but managed to keep herself upright in the high heels as she apprehensively made her way to the mans suite and knocked on the door hoping he would emerge before she was seen by any other guests of the hotel.
It felt like a full minute had passed before Amy heard the lock mechanism of the door being removed and saw the door slowly swing open. She had formulated in her mind what sort of sexy pose she would strike for the man who had requested her, but as she saw the door slowly reveal a sliver of his face, Amy just lowered her gaze to her feet and let the man’s gaze roam over her rather revealed body unceremoniously.
“Amy,” the man asked in shock upon seeing the escort that now stood in his rooms’ doorway?
Amy immediately recognized the man’s voice, knowing full well that it was a man whom she had worn lingerie for before…a man whom she had cooked breakfast for numerous times…a man in fact whom she had stood in front of the alter and professed her love. But before Amy could turn and rush back towards the sanctuary of the rear staircase, Scott grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room.
“Amy what the hell are you doing? I can’t believe this!”
Amy only looked down at her high heels in shame. It had been three years since she had seen her ex-husband and now that she had met him like this, she desperately wanted to escape. Still, running in these high heels would be impossibility, and while she hated the thought, she looked up at the man she once loved with tears of shame starting to run down her cheeks.
“I should have known it was you. The high heels; the seamed stockings; the ankle bracelet you requested…no one else ever asked for those three things. You haven’t changed a bit Scott.”
“And you still look good too Amy. You always were very pretty, but to do this; I just can’t believe it.”
“And you think you are so much better than me? Don’t forget you are the one that called the escort agency to get me here!”
Scott only nodded and casually walked over to the end table and picked up two glasses. Splashing a bit of gin and tonic into the tumblers, he handed one to Amy who quietly accepted the only thing tolerable about the whole awkward encounter. Offering her a seat, Amy sat on the couch and nonchalantly drank her stiff drink and crossed her legs. As he did, Amy could not help but note her ex-husband’s undying devotion to her legs. She watched his eyes be transfixed by the movement, his gaze moving to her right ankle as her ankle bracelet dropped from gravity before stopping at the start of her foot.
“You can’t tell me your happy doing this sort of thing Amy.”
“I am happy,” Amy started to say, but the truth was revealed as Amy turned from him, too emotional to continue the obvious lie.
“Really,” he said, now standing up to walk over to her. Placing his hand on her chin, he turned her face towards him and lightly touched a bruise on her cheek. “Bruises don’t make a woman happy Amy.”
“You’re the one that hired an escort. You can’t be too happy yourself Scott?”
Scott slowly turned towards her, taking a seat beside her on the couch as he quietly reflected on her words.
“It’s kind of ironic then isn’t it? Both of us thought we would be better off divorced, and yet it seems we are both pretty miserable.” As he said it he placed his hand on her thigh, close to the hemline of her dress and watched Amy’s reaction. For the first time in weeks, Amy found herself smiling back.

My name is Tyler and I’m married, in my forties and in great shape. Oh yeah, I’m bisexual with no experiences but jerk off dreaming of it. My good friend is Brent and he’s married, in his forties and also in great shape. Brent and myself get along great and often take off for a weekend of fun. But Brent doesn’t know about my bisexual fantasies and I’m not sure how he would take it, because I jerked off thinking about fucking and sucking him.
Brent and myself will spend this weekend up at his parent’s cabins in the mountains. It’s a four-hour drive and we’ll leave our wives behind us. I’m looking forward to is, as it’ll give me time alone in bed so I can jerk off dreaming about hard cocks.
The drive up to the cabins was fun as he talked and joked. When we got there, I noticed it was by a lake, with a boat and plenty of woods around it. Meaning privacy!
We sat around the cabin drinking beer then watched a couple of movies. Then it was night and we both went to our separate bedrooms, which each had a TV and DVD player.
I woke up about 1:00 am to take a piss. I was wearing sweat shorts and a tee shirt when I went to the bathroom. When leaving the bathroom, I noticed Brent’s bedroom door was cracked and light emiting from it because of the TV.
“Suck my cock,” moaned a man from the TV.
My eyes widen with surprise and then I got curious and walked over to his door.
I cracked his door open a little to see inside and got the biggest shock of my life. Brent had a gay porno movie on his TV and there was a guy sucking on another guy’s cock. I was getting turned on and decided I couldn’t resist. I quietly opened the door some more and peeked inside and saw Brent lying on his back, topless, asleep with the covers down below his tummy. He was sleeping naked. I couldn’t resist so I quietly entered his bedroom.
I quietly walked to his bed, grabbed the DVD remote and backed the movie to the beginning. I put the remote down and ever so carefully, lowered the bed sheets to expose Brent’s naked body. His cock was a good 4 inches flacid and he shaves his balls. Then I noticed some dried cum on his tummy indicating he jerked off earlier.
I couldn’t resist so I quietly got on his bed and leaned down to his crotch. I then lightly ran my tongue on his balls. Brent didn’t wake up. I then ran my tongue up and down his flacid cock. He didn’t wake up. As I continued to lick up and down his cock, it started to get hard. I was in heaven, as it didn’t take long for his cock to get a nice 6-inches rock hard. Just like mine.
I then put his cock onto my mouth and lightly sucked on it. Brent’s hips started moving as I sucked. I continued sucking his cock and he continues moving his hips like he was fucking my mouth. Then I got another shock.
“Suck my cock Tyler,” Brent said as he put his hands on my head. “I want you to suck my cock,” he said.
I removed my mouth from his cock and saw he was staring at me.
“I was hoping you would visit me,” he said then winking at me.
“What the fuck,” I replied and went back to sucking his cock.
I continued sucking and he continued pumping my mouth.
“Oh yes, my cocksucking buddy,” Brent moaned, as I blew him.
Then I could feel his cock swell in my mouth.
“Swallow my cum you whore!” he yelled out.
I couldn’t believe that I was finally going to have the chance to have another guy cum in my mouth.
‘AHHHH!” Brent screamed out, as his hot cum spewed out of his cock filling up my mouth.
I quickly swallowed every drop of his hot cum, then removed my mouth.
“That was fucking great,” I told him.
“I’ll tell you what would be fucking great. That would be my sucking your cock” Brent told me.
“Oh yeah. Suck me,” I said, as I got off the bed and stripped naked.
I stood by the bed and Brent sat on the edge then immediately started sucking on me.
“Yes! Suck my prick,” I yelled out. Brent continued to suck my cock, then I couldn’t take it any longer.
“I’M CUMMING,” I screamed out, then grabbed his head and held him in position, as I shot my wad into his mouth.
We looked at each other, then laughed.
“I didn’t know you were bisexual,” I said to Brent.
“You’re my first real life experience,” Brent replied.
“Cool!” I answered.
Then he looked at me and then at his bed.
“Will you sleep with me?” he asked.
A smile grew on my face. “I wouldn’t miss that for the world,” I answered.
I climbed in bed and we slept naked.
About 6:00 am, I woke up and saw Brent sleeping on his side with his back to me. I was horny again so I reached down and started rubbing the crack of his ass. It didn’t take long for Brent’s ass to start moving indicating he liked it. Then Brent woke up and rolled over on his back. I looked at him.
“Fuck my ass Brent,” I said. “I want your cock up my ass,” said to him, as I started stroking his cock with my hand.
Brent smiled. “Get on you hands and knees bitch,” he instructed.
I quickly obeyed, as he opened up a bedside table drawer, removed a tube of lubrication. He got back on the bed and went back my waiting ass cheeks. Brent leaned to my ass and ran his tongue up and down the crack of my ass.
“That feels good. Lick my asshole,” I moaned.
Tyler quickly obeyed and licked my tight asshole.
“Yes…lick it!” I moaned.
Brent stopped licking then put some lubrication on my hole.
I got on my back and put my legs up in the air.
“Fuck me Brent. Fuck my ass like it’s a pussy,” I requested.
Brent looked a me lying on my back and smiled as he go on top of me. I felt the tip of his cock at me hole.
“Put it inside me. I want your cock inside me,” I moaned.
Brent slowly entered my ass.
“Ahhh!” I moaned, as he slowly slid his cock into my ass. Then he started pumping me. At first it hurt a little, but I was enjoying it as I’ve practiced with my wife’s dildo. Brent’s pumping picked up pace and it was feeling great, as I wrapped my legs around him.
“Yes! Fuck my ass. Fuck me!” I moaned, as Brent continued to fuck me like I was a women under him.
“I love fucking my ass whore,” Brent replied.
“FUCK MY ASS”! I scream out. “I’M A FUCKING ASS WHORE!” I screamed out also.
“I’m ready to cum,” Brent told me. “Where do you want my load,” he asked.
“In my mouth,” I answered.
“I can’t hear you,” Brent scolded me.
“CUM IN MY MOUTH!” I screamed out.
Brent pulled his cock out of my ass, quickly brought it to my open waiting mouth. He stuck his cock in my mouth and I started sucking on it.
“SWALLOW MY CUM YOU BITCH,” Brent screamed.
Then he shot his hot load of cum into my mouth and it tasted great!
Brent was finished filling my mouth with cum and pulled his cock out.
“That was fucking great,” he said with a smile.
“Later, I’m going to fuck your ass,” I said.
“I can’t wait to be your ass whore,” Brent replied.
We got off the bed and left the bedroom and headed for the shower.
More to come later…

Rick Potter turned into his driveway, shit it was eleven o’clock. He had told Sheila he would be home no later than eight. She was going to be mad, but he was getting use to it. Ever since this new project was given to him, he had not been home before nine O’clock. He had been working on it for two months and it would probably take another two months to finish. Sheila may not like it, but that’s why he was an executive vie-president earning a rather large six figure salary. He got where he was by hard work and not letting anything stand in his way.
He hit the garage door opener, hoping she was a sleep and would not hear the door go up. As he started to pull his Mercedes into the garage, he noticed Sheila’s car was not there. Good he thought, she’s probably out with one of her girlfriends and I got home before her.
He opened the door that led from the garage into the kitchen where their dog, Magic greeted him. Magic was a two-year old black Labrador retriever that Rick had gotten Sheila to keep her company. Magic seemed to like Rick more than Sheila. If Sheila went to bed before Rick got home, Magic would be waiting in the kitchen to welcome him home. After Rick petted Magic, the dog ran to the backdoor and asked to go outside into the fenced in back yard.
Only after letting the dog out did Rick see the note lying on the kitchen table. He sat down and opened the folded piece of paper and read it.
Dear Rick,
I am sorry that I have to write you this letter, I have tried to talk to you but you are
never home. That’s the big problem, I thought I was moving in to be with you,
not to sit home waiting for you. I know it’s your job and you can’t help it, but
it doesn’t mean that I have to put up with it. I loved you very much and I thought
you loved me, but not I guess, as much as you love your job.
I packed my things and I moved in with a girlfriend. I have been thinking about
this for almost a month, so please don’t try and contact me, it will only make things
tougher. My mind is made up and I will not change it; just like you won’t change
your mind about you work..
I hope you find someone that can put up with you not being home, although
I doubt it. Most women want more out of a relationship than a nice house in which
to live. The women that will put up with your shit are nothing more than gold-diggers,
they want your money not you.
I left you the only living creature that can put up with you and not leave you
because of your late nights. I hope you and Magic will be very happy together.
Your EX-Girlfriend
Sheila.
Rick put down the letter. He wasn’t that upset, he had seen it coming. Sheila was only twenty-eight years old. She still wanted to go out and party every night. He was forty-five, way too old for that shit. Even when he wasn’t working late, all he wanted to do was sit on the sofa and watch sports on television or read a book. He had done the club scene; that became old and tired. Oh well, the sex wasn’t bad, at least in the beginning.
He probably should try and date an older more mature woman. Someone more his own age, who would be more career oriented. He tried that several times but he liked younger women. The older he got, the younger his girlfriends became. What could he say; he liked young women with tight bodies.
Rick was brought back to reality by Magic barking; he wanted back in. Rick opened the door and let him in. “It’s just you and me boy,” he said to Magic, ”just you and me. Let’s go to bed.” Rick went to his bedroom followed by Magic. Magic always slept on the floor on Rick’s side of the bed, but tonight he must have sensed something was different. Before Rick could say anything, Magic jumped on the bed and lay on Sheila’s pillow. Rick started to tell him to get down, then he thought, fuck it! He can sleep there if he likes, at least I won’t have to hear a raft of shit about my snoring from him.
Rick woke up the next morning and was greeted by a happy Magic. Magic jumped on Rick and started to lick his face. Rick played with the dog, for a shot time and then got dressed. When Rick opened the back door for Magic to go out into the back yard, Rick realized he had a problem. Who was going to let Magic out in the afternoon? Sheila did that when she came home form work, but now he had no one. Maybe Magic could hold it until he got home. He would give it a try.
When Rick got home that evening, he was greeted by Magic, but he could tell something was wrong. Sure enough, Magic couldn’t hold it. He had pissed and shit on the kitchen floor. Rick couldn’t yell at the dog, it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t hold it that long. Rick would have to make other arrangements. After cleaning up the mess, he decided he would advertise for a dog walker; someone that could walk Magic seven days a week if needed. He needed someone who was dependable and honest and from the immediate area. He decided he would put an ad on the local bulletin board that the civic association maintained. It was set up that anyone in the association could use to get a message across to the people in the area. Tomorrow was Sunday and he didn’t have to work. He would make the ad up tomorrow morning and place it on the bulletin board. With some luck, he might have his dog walker within a few days.
He got up Sunday morning and immediately wrote the ad.
Wanted:
A person to feed and walk my friendly lab. Needed Monday through Saturday and some Sundays. Good pay. Call the following number and arrange an interview.
555-1213
Rick printed the ad. He and Magic walked to the community bulletin board to hang it up. There were several people there, looking at the various notices and announcements. An attractive lady that looked a few years younger than Rick was reading the ads. She was a blonde about five foot eight; she had a jogging suit on that hid her body, but it appeared that she had a nice body. Rick looked for thumb tacks to post the ad.
“Here, use mine,” she said to Rick. “I’m trying to help my daughter find a job.” She pointed to her ad.
Rick read it, out of courtesy. Part time job needed for eighteen year old girl. Good with children and pets. Call 555-6780 if interested. When he finished, he turned to the woman, but she was busy reading his ad.
“You need a dog walker,” she asked. “Is that the dog? He seems friendly.” She bent down to pet Magic.
Magic loved it when people showered him with attention and he wagged his tail off. He licked the woman’s face and acted like she was his long lost friend.
“What’s his name? Jennifer, my daughter would be perfect for you. Do you live close by? What times are we talking about?”
“His name is Magic,” answered Rick. “I live on Welshire.”
“That’s perfect, we live on Duncan, she could walk to your house. Jennifer, that’s my daughter, wants to go to St Thomas in August, with her girlfriends. It costs almost a thousand dollars for the week. My husband and I told her, we would pay half as a graduation present; but she would have to earn the other half if she wanted to go with her friends. I think she would love to walk Magic. She loves pets and has always been good with them, especially dogs. If you are not busy this afternoon, I could bring Jennifer to meet you and Magic. You can ask her questions and get to know her.”
“That sound’s good…..um…uh…I didn’t catch your name. Mine is Rick,” he said, extending his hand.
The woman shook his hand and replied, I am Angela, Angela Roberts. What time would be convenient for you?”
“How about three,” asked Rick? The woman nodded her head. “I live at 410 Welshire. I’ll see you then,” he said and walked away. As he walked back to his house, he looked down at Magic and said, “that was easy, I hope she works out.”
Exactly at three, Rick’s doorbell rang. He opened the door and found the same attractive woman standing there with an equally attractive slender girl. “Right on time, come on in,” he said to them. Magic immediately greeted the woman and her daughter.
“Oh, he’s such a friendly dog,” the girl said, “and I think he likes me.”
“He gets along with most people, he’s a good dog. My job has me working late, sometimes to ten or eleven and I can’t feed him or walk him. The other person I had looking after him, moved away.” No sense in telling them his personal business, Rick thought, besides it was true, Sheila did move away. “I need someone to come around five or six, feed him and then take him for a walk. I would think it would take about an hour each day. I would definitely need you Monday through Saturday and sometimes on Sunday, I would let you know by Friday if I need you to walk him Sunday.”
“You have a very demanding job, Rick,” said Angela.
Rick laughed, “It’s only certain times that I have to work these hours, only when we have a project due and they pay me quite well to get it done. I think it will take another two months to finish the project, so I’ll probably need you until mid-June.”
Rick looked at Angela and her daughter; both were dressed very well. Jennifer was a cute teenager. She didn’t have all those piercings that most of the teenagers seemed to have now days. She had dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes and a cute smile. When she bent down to play with Magic, Rick could help but notice her cute little butt. She’s a eighteen year old girl, for God sakes, Rick thought, get a grip on yourself.
He took her around and showed her where the food was kept, the door to the back yard, the leash and the pooper-scooper.
“You realize you have to pick up the piles Magic leaves during his walk. I’ll show you how I do it, if you would like?”
“No, that’s OK. I walked other dogs and I am familiar with that little part of the job,” Jennifer responded.
They returned to the living room, “Well, are you interested in the job,” he asked Jennifer.
“Yes, but I don’t mean to be rude, but you haven’t told me what it pays,” Jennifer said, her cheeks blushing.
“Oh, how stupid of me, I’m sorry. Of course you need to know what your pay would be before you commit to the job. How does one hundred dollars a weeks sound? That’s for Monday through Saturday. If you have to walk him on Sunday, I’ll pay you an extra twenty dollars. Now, would you like the job?”
Jennifer looked at her mom and smiled. Her mother nodded her head.
“Yes, I’ll take the job. When do you want me to start?”
“Tomorrow, if possible,” Rick answered. “Let me get you a spare key and I’ll have to give you the code for the alarm. I’m sure you realize, I only expect you to be in my house.”
“Sure,” Jennifer answered. “I won’t disappoint you, Mr. ..err….”
“Call me Rick.”
You can count on me Rick. This job will give me even more money than I need for my trip. Thank you so much, Rick.”
Jennifer was so happy she got up and gave Rick a big hug. He could feel two firm breasts pressing into his body. Then the mother gave him a hug. He felt her soft boobs press into his chest. He broke the hug before she could feel his dick, which was beginning to get hard.
“I’m the one that should be thanking you, Jennifer and you too Angela. I didn’t expect to get this settled in one day. This takes a big load off my mind. Thank you so very much. I’ll leave an envelope, with the check, on the kitchen table every Saturday. Is that alright?”
That’s fine, Rick,” said Angela. Thank you again. Well we should be going.”
Rick watched them walk down his front walk. He looked at both, but his eyes spent more time glued to the girl’s ass. I know I like young women, he thought, but this is ridiculous, she’s younger than my daughter.
The weeks flew by and Jennifer took good care of Magic. There were no messes on the floor or carpet. Magic seemed happy, even though Rick had not been home much. He was well fed and groomed. Jennifer had done a great job.
Finally, the project was finished. When it was presented to the top brass of the company, they loved it. Everyone was sure it would bring sixty to seventy million dollars into the company each year. It was a big success. Rick received a huge bonus and an extra months vacation; that meant he had almost the whole summer off. He would not have to go back to work until the end of August. There were rumors that when he came back he would be getting a big promotion. Yes, life was good to Rick.
Rick decided to spend the first few weeks of his vacation just lying around the pool getting a tan. The weather was getting warm and he just had his pool set up for the summer.
Magic was happy to have him home. He stayed by Rick’s side, getting affection from Rick. Around suppertime, Magic disappeared. Rick didn’t think anything of it, until he went in the kitchen to get a beer. There was Magic lying on the rug by the back door. Rick walked into the family room and called Magic, but he did not come. Rick didn’t know what to make of Magic’s strange behavior until he realized what Magic was doing lying there. He was waiting for Jennifer.
“Magic, come here boy,” Rick called to him. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with just me fellow.”
As the week wore on, Magic’s behavior became stranger. He spent most of the day lying by the front door. He didn’t play with Rick; not even when Rick got Magic’s favorite toy and tried to play with him. Rick began to worry. He had hope Magic would snap out of it, but he seemed to be getting worse.
Finally, a week of Magic acting strange he decided to call Jennifer up and see if she could come over. It was the end of June, so she was out of school. He wasn’t sure if she was home in the afternoon, but decided to give her a call. He was happy when she answered the phone.
“Jennifer this is Rick, Magic’s owner. I have a problem and I think you are the answer. Magic has not been acting himself lately. At first, I thought it was just because I was home all-day and messing up his naptime. Now I think it’s because he misses you. I was wondering if you could come over and see if that’s the problem. I’ll pay you.”
“Rick, I’d be glad to come over, I’m already bored and I’ve only been out of school for three weeks. You don’t have to pay me, you paid be enough already. I not only earned enough money to pay for my trip; I have enough to buy some clothes. Let me throw some clothes on and I’ll be right there
Ten minutes later there was a knock on the back door and Jennifer came in. Magic went crazy over her. He wagged his tail, he cried, he danced around in a circle, all the time licking Jennifer’s hands and face.
Jennifer had on a tight tee shirt that allowed her flat stomach to be seen. She also had on very tight shorts. As she entered the room, her small muscular ass and hips were show cased in those shorts. Her figure was spectacular. Her tits were not large, about the size of oranges, but on her slim body they looked much larger especially since she had such a tiny waist and small hips.
Magic made such a fuss over her that Jennifer said, “Let’s go out in the backyard I think Magic wants to play.”
Rick shook his head, “Well, that’s obvious. I haven’t seen him that excited since you were here the last time.”
They went out in the backyard. Rick sat down on a lounge chair while Jennifer played with Magic. She played catch with him for a while and then just wrestled with Magic. Rick could not take his eyes off Jennifer. First he stared at her tits, straining against the material in the tee shirt. Then, when she faced away from him, he stared at her ass.
While Rick’s was looking at Jennifer’s tits, she glanced up at him. He looked away fast, but he was not sure if he got caught. When he looked back, she was still playing with magic. Rick breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t been caught. Jennifer then rolled on her back and Magic was licking her face and arms. Her tight shorts hugged her body so tight that her mound was outlined and her sit was visible He had to look away in fear she would see him looking at her or notice his ranging boner he had developed while leering at her.
“Jennifer, I’m so happy you came to visit; Magic really missed you. He was so sad, he just wasn’t his self.”
“I’m glad you called,” she answered, “I missed him too. He is such a good dog. Anytime you want me to visit, just call.”
“Why don’t you come tomorrow; we can go swimming. You should see Magic in the water he loves it.”
“That sounds like fun, I’ll be here. I just bought a new suit for my trip. I’m dying to wear it, but it’s a little risqué. My parents would freak out if they saw me wearing it. If you don’t mind, I’d like to wear it tomorrow. Thanks again for inviting me and I can hardly wait to go swimming tomorrow.”
After Jennifer left, Rick sat on the lounge chair, soaking up some sun. He tried not to, but all he could think of was Jennifer. In his mind he could see her tits, her beautiful, young, eighteen year old tits. “What the hell am I doing,” he said out loud to no one but him self. The term jailbait was appeared in his mind, although technically she wasn’t; she was just so young.
After supper, he was still horny. Rick put in a porno film. He hadn’t had time for sex these last two months. He hardly had any time to even jerk-off. He thought tonight would be perfect. He put a film in and began to watch it. He got out his cock and began to rub it up and down. He closed his eyes and tried to image the blonde in the film sucking his cock. It worked for a short time, but when he got close to cuming, it was Jennifer’s lips wrapped around his hard cock he was imaging. She was looking up at him with her sweet young eyes as he filled her mouth with his cum.
After he cleaned himself up, he wondered what he should do. The smart move would be to call Jennifer up and cancel her visit. That would be the smart thing to do. But Magic would suffer, he thought. I don’t want to punish my dog. I probably can control my urges.
He watched some TV and went to bed. During the night, he had dreams of sex, wild sex with a sexy girl. He was pounding his cock in and out of her pussy and she was screaming, yelling she wanted more. He saw his cock was being shoved into a young pussy and when he looked at her face, it was Jennifer smiling at him and urging him to fuck her.
He woke up in a sweat. He went to the kitchen and made coffee. He was having his third cup when the phone rang, caller ID showed it was Jennifer. I’ll just tell her I’m not feeling well. That’s what he was going to say, but what came out was “sure, come over any time. You can have lunch here, if you like.”
Why did I say that he wondered? But deep down inside of him he knew, he wanted to fuck her, to suck on those young tits and taste her young pussy. He was about to throw caution to the wind. He just hoped she wanted him too. He went to change into his bathing suit. He threw a tee shirt and shorts on and waited for Jennifer. He didn’t have to wait long. A half an hour after she called, there was a knock on the back door. Rick and Magic went to answer it. There stood Jennifer in a large tee shirt and baggy pants.
“Hi Rick,” Jennifer said as she entered the house. “Hello, Magic,” and she leaned down to pet him. “What a beautiful day, perfect for swimming and getting a tan.”
“Let’s do it then. I checked the temperature of the pool and the water is 750 , just the way I like it. Here is a towel and I have the lounges set up around the pool. Is your mother OK with you coming over here?”
“Yes, she’s happy I have something to do.”
When they got by the pool, Rick took off his shirt and then his shorts. He thought he heard a quiet gasp and when he turned around Jennifer had her head down and he thought she was blushing. Jennifer turned her back and slowly took off her shirt. A small piece of string, tied around her back was all Rick could see. Then she slowly pushed down her shorts. As her suit came into view, it was evident it wasn’t covering a whole lot, in fact It was a thong bikini. It looked like she wasn’t wearing anything, which allowed Rick to see all of her magnificent ass. Rick could hardly wait to see the front and when she turned around he wasn’t disappointed. Her top was two small pieces of cloth that covered her nipples and little else. Most of her tits were visible. When he looked down her body, a brief triangle covered her pussy and little else. Now it was Rick’s turn to be stunned and a rather loud gasp escaped from his mouth.

She was gorgeous. Long brown hair, blue eyes, slender legs, a perfect figure. The woman every man wanted to fuck. Which suited her quite well.
She sat on the bar stool, legs crossed, sipping a virgin daiquiri. She never drank alcohol; it was too important that she have her wits about her. As she sipped, she studied the crowd, looking for just the right man. Who would share her bed tonight?
“Police have made no progress in the cases of five men found unconscious over the past two weeks,” the TV behind the bar announced. “Each man was found in his own bed, with no apparent injuries. None of the men had been ill, and tests have revealed no infections or other causes. However, all five men remain in comas in area hospitals.”
“What a depressing story,” the woman said to the bartender. “Could you change the channel, please?”
“Sure. It’s just about time for the game anyway.”
He changed the channel, and the sound of the baseball pregame show drew the attention of many of the people in the bar. The woman stretched and uncrossed her legs, leaving them slightly parted. Three men hurried over. “Can I buy you a drink?” one asked.
“I’m sure she’d rather have me buy her one,” the second said.
The third man stood silently, just looking at her. He was her choice. She smiled at him. “I like men who don’t come on too strong,” she said. “Could I buy you a drink?”
“Thank you.”
With glares and mutters, the other two men walked away. The woman’s choice leaned against the bar beside her. “What would you like?” she asked.
“Light beer.”
The woman held up her hand to signal to the bartender. He hurried over. “Need a refill?”
“Not yet.” The woman indicated her still-full daiquiri. “But my friend here would like a light beer, please.”
“No problem.”
The bartender had a bottle of light beer in front of the man before he could blink. “Thank you,” he said.
“No problem,” the bartender repeated. He walked away to serve another customer.
The man took a long drink of beer and returned the bottle to the bar. “What’s your name?” he asked the woman.
“You can call me Taryn,” she replied. “And yours?”
“Craig.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Taryn extended one hand. Craig took it and brought it to his lips. “Ah, a gentleman,” Taryn said. “That’s rare.”
“What can I say? I’m a rare person. Tell me about yourself, Taryn. To use a cliché, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?”
“I come here quite often, actually.” Taryn took another sip of her drink. “To satisfy an urge, you might say.”
“What type of urge?”
“A sexual one. I have a strong desire for sex with strange men. Where better to meet strange men who are looking for sex than at a bar?”
Craig stared at her. Taryn was used to the reaction; men never knew what to say when she so blatantly announced her intentions. Most women played shy, no matter what they truly wanted. “Is there a problem?” Taryn asked.
“No, no problem. I just didn’t expect you to be quite so blunt. You’re a very appealing woman, Taryn. Surely you don’t need strangers.”
“I don’t need. I want. I’ve tried relationships. None worked out. I don’t have the temperament for them.” She put her hand on his leg. “I don’t form emotional attachments. I’m only after the physical. You’re an attractive man. Are you interested?”
Craig blinked a few times. “You’re asking me to fuck you tonight?”
“Yes. Only tonight, though. As I said, I don’t form attachments. I’ll go home with you, give you the night of your life, then leave. No obligation on either of our parts. Just a night of sex and fun.”
“Why my place?”
“Because I don’t want strange men knowing where I live.”
“You know, you’re doing one of the most dangerous things a woman can do. For all you know, I could be an axe murderer or something. I could get you back to my apartment and strangle you.”
“I trust my instincts. You don’t seem the type to do something that criminal. And maybe the danger is part of the excitement for me.” She took his hand and slid it under her midthigh-length skirt to her bare pussy. “Do you feel how wet I am, just from the idea?”
“Very wet.” He slipped his finger into her folds. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but all right. You’re too sexy to turn down, Taryn. I want you. Just let me tell my pals I’m leaving.”
“I’ll meet you outside. It’s better if people don’t see us leaving together. More interesting that way.”
“Sure. I’m parked in the back lot, a grey Nissan four-door.”
“See you there.”
Craig made his way through the crowd to find his friends. Taryn signaled the bartender. “Anything else I can get you?” he asked.
“Just tell me how much I owe. I’m leaving for the night.”
“Of course.” He didn’t ask who Taryn was leaving with. He never did. “Ten dollars, please.”
Taryn pulled a twenty out of her purse and slid it across the bar. “Keep the change.”
“Thank you. Have a good night.”
“Oh, I will.”
She slid off the bar stool, letting her skirt ride up a little more than necessary, and strode to the door. Heads turned to watch her as she went. Taryn smiled to herself. She would be back here another night. It was good to know she’d have her choice of partners then as well.
The night air was chilly, but although she wore no jacket, Taryn wasn’t cold. She went to the parking lot at the rear of the bar and easily found Craig’s car. He joined her a moment later. “Are you following me over?” he asked.
“I don’t drive. I’ll ride with you, if that’s all right.”
“Sure.”
They got into the car, and Craig drove out of the parking lot. “If you don’t drive, how do you get to the bar?” he asked.
“I only live a few blocks away. I walk.”
“That isn’t very safe at night.”
“I’ve never had any problems. And haven’t we established that danger excites me?”
“Good point.” Craig put his hand on her thigh. “What do you like, Taryn? What are we going to do once we get to my place?”
“I like many things. My favorite position, boring as it might sound, is missionary. I enjoy looking into my partner’s eyes when he orgasms.”
“What about when you orgasm?”
“I don’t. I never have.”
“Never? Maybe you just haven’t had the right partner.”
Every man said that, believing himself to be the right partner. Taryn found it amusing. “No, it has nothing to do with my partners. I’m apparently just not wired that way. But even without orgasming, I greatly enjoy sex. And there’s a theory that when one orgasms, one releases some of one’s life energy. I’ve done a great deal of reading on energetic theory. I’d prefer to conserve my energy and just experience the pleasure without the orgasm.”
“Sounds like an interesting theory. I think I’d rather cum, though.”
“Most people would.”
Craig’s apartment building was a tall brick structure several blocks from the bar. He entered the code for the secure door, then led Taryn to the end of th