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Vid got the idea from an episode of “Real Sex” on late night HBO. There was a segment on cybersex, and in it there is a woman who is sex chatting with some guy and her boyfriend was right next to her touching her according to the words of the guy online. Vid noticed that his girlfriend Marsha was watching intently and her breathing became a bit ragged. “Wow, that scene was really erotic,” Vid commented to his girlfriend, “Think you might want to try it?” “Uh, well , I don’t know. How do you find someone to do that with?” she asked. “Well, you find a adult chat website, find a couple that you think might be fun, and then you arrange to play,” Vid responded. The next few days, the two of them talked about this adventure. Vid was heartened to hear Marsha bringing up the subject by herself. Clearly she was almanbahis thinking about it and maybe even tempted to do it. Ever since his visit with Ron and Pat, Vid had been thinking about how to get his girlfriend involved. Now that he knew that he liked to play with cocks, the next step for Vid was to move on to bi MFM or MFMF. To him, that would be the best of both worlds. Of course, the thing that would make it even better would be if he could get his girlfriend involved. She was the love of his life, and sex with her was the best he ever had up to then. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, a safe cybersex MFMF experience might be a non-threatening way to ease her into this kind of sex. The next day, Vid discussed this strategy online with Pat. To his surprise, she volunteered Ron and herself to be the online almanbahis yeni giriş couple. “Bet, we could make her cum really hard,” she boasted. Knowing them, Vid knew it was not an empty claim. That evening, Vid talked with Marsha about trying the cybersex meeting with a couple the next night. He could tell that she was nervous but that she was also aroused by the thought. Her high sexual libido finally won out and she agreed to try it. The following evening, Vid got the computer all set up. Marsha came home from work and took a little bit longer getting showered. He could see her form through the glass shower door and her hands were soaping herself over and over. Hmmm, he thought, she is getting herself excited for this meeting. “Vid,” she whispered in a hushed and slightly hoarse voice almanbahis giriş when she got out, “I am worried. What if they recognize us? Or what if they record us and then post it all over the internet? I’d be mortified!” Vid tried to calm her down, “Well, we have those masks from Halloween. We could put them on and no one would be able to recognize us.” The time that Vid had arranged with Ron and Pat came around, and his hands shook as Vid fired up the visual chat software. Suddenly, Vid heard Ron’s voice asking him to turn on the webcam. Vid and Marsha’s picture came up and then so did theirs. They were already naked. Vid introduced Ron and Pat to his girlfriend, and then Ron took over. “Marsha, if I were there with you, I would unbutton your blouse. . . pull it off your body. . . and then unsnap your bra and let your breasts spill out.” As he said each step, Vid followed along and carried out the actions on Marsha. He could feel her body shivering with both a bit of fear and with excitement as each piece of clothing came off.

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A Fantasy Fulfilled, Chapter 2

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Anne headed to the bedroom, scrambling in her eagerness. Before she left, I had given her instructions on what she was to do and as she walked, she thought about how best to accomplish it. I had caught her dead to rights, having seen her masturbating to one of my porn videos when I came home that evening from work. Now I wanted to see her do it again for my pleasure! I knew the idea of “performing” in front of me both scared her and excited her at the same time because when we talked about the fantasy I could see it in her. Anne went to her nightstand where she kept a few of her toys first and opened it. She found the large dildo she had used for that first masturbation session and got it out. I told her that was one I wanted to see her use again. She also got out a smaller silver-colored vibrator. I knew she wanted to make the show a good one for me and from her obvious excitement, she was already getting turned on at the thought of it. Her earlier session, while intense, hadn’t been quite enough to satisfy the hunger she had built up. It did a lot to take the edge off, but she needed more. She needed to cum hard and multiple times. While she was a bit intimidated and apprehensive about her upcoming performance, she knew that it would turn me on and I, in turn, would give her what she needed in earth-shattering orgasms. At least that what what she hoped would happen! Anne took a minute to relax on the bed and calm herself a bit. Her heart was racing and her breathing was coming in short pants, like a dog that had been out in the sun a bit too much. She was a bundle of nervous energy and she needed to calm down and collect herself. Her hands subconsciously moved between her thighs, which spread a bit to allow them in. Yes, she was dripping wet and she longed to touch herself but she resisted – there would be plenty of touching very soon! She rose from the bed and took her toys into the bathroom. There she looked at herself in the mirror. Could she do this? Could she ‘perform” like this even for her husband? True, this had always been a secret fantasy of hers… to show herself off and flaunt herself this way. She was very much a flirt and loved the attention that she drew from other almanbahis şikayet men. She also loved that her flirting would make me a little jealous sometimes. More than once she had been pulled over my lap when we got home for her shameless flirting! Anne examined herself in her mirror. She went to her makeup case and decided that if she was going to do this, if she was going to act like a slutty porn star, she may as well look the part. So she got out her makeup kit and began getting herself glammed up. She put on her evening eye makeup and heavy mascara, she put on a bit more blush than usual to make her cheeks pink, and she put on a bright red lipstick. She added some powder to her neck and then with a kittenish grin, added some powder between her breasts. Lastly, she spritzed a bit of my favorite perfume on her chest and a spritz on her belly just above her panties to guide me in what, she hoped, was my exploration of her. Satisfied with her appearance and eager to get started, she walked back into the living room, a toy in each hand. I had moved from the sofa to my recliner and had arranged it so she could watch the TV while I watched her. She came into the room, saw the furniture rearranged and smiled softly. She knew what I was up to. Returning to the sofa, she sat on the sofa across from me, one leg draped over the armrest, the other spread at a distance with her foot on the floor. She felt strange being allowed to do this on furniture instead of the floor. She almost slid down to the ground where could lay completely down and be more comfortable. However, with her on the sofa I got the best view and this was after all a performance for my pleasure. “So, I am going to masturbate while watching the movie and you are going to watch me, is that the general idea?” she purred. “Yeah, that’s the PG version of it, I suppose. Actually I am going to watch you fuck your slutty cunt while you watch the whore on TV getting fucked herself!” I said. “Mmm, I like your version better!” she said, as her pussy dampened again. Anne put the movie in the DVD and handed me the remote control. “Sit over on the sofa where you were earlier… you already left a stain there anyway!” I said. almanbahis canlı casino Anne blushed, knowing that I had seen the wet spot she left. “So what scene do you want to see?” “There’s a scene on this tape of a woman watching as her boyfriend fucks another girl. Go to that one, I always liked that kind of action,” she said. “Whatever you want hon,” I said, and started scrolling through the movie. It took a few moments to get to the scene she was talking about, but I found it and backtracked to the start of that particular scene. “Now sit back and spread those legs. I want to watch you finger that naughty cunt while you watch the movie, like I saw you doing earlier,” I said. “Should I take off my nighty?” she asked. “Just untie it and push it apart so I can see those perfect tits. And take off those panties – you won’t be needing them anymore,” I said. Anne smiled seductively at me and did as I said, wriggling out of her panties and tossing them onto the arm of the sofa. She untied the tiny ribbon closure of her babydoll nighty and pushed the edges back to her sides. Anne then settled back in a half sitting, half slouching position so her ass was right on the edge of the sofa. She spread her legs wide with her high heels on the floor giving me a good view of her. “Yeah that’s it… just like that,” I said, nodding my approval. “You like looking at me? You like watching me play with my pussy?” she said, her voice taking a noticeably more lusty tone. “You know I’ve always liked watching you,” I said, adjusting myself in my chair. “Always?” she said, almost gasping. “What do you mean always?” “You think this is the first time I saw you playing with yourself? Hardly baby! This might have been the first time I caught you alone fucking yourself to my videos, but I’ve seen you a number of times when we are watching them together… your hand down between your legs, and your fingers knuckle-deep in that wet, slutty cunt!” “How come you never said anything before?” she said. I just smiled and didn’t answer the question. I knew if I had said something, she would get all self-conscious on me and stop doing it and I didn’t want that. “Never mind about that, right now. let’s get almanbahis casino this show started!” I said, taking another sip of my drink. While Anne had been in the bedroom getting ready, I had mixed myself up a Jack and Coke to enjoy her performance with. I pushed play and started the movie. I had backed the DVD up to a scene just prior to the one she requested as I wanted her nice and warmed up for it. And just as I figured it took her a couple moments to start getting into the movie. I watched her as the action on the screen began to take effect. Her nipples hardened in the cool room air and her hand moved to her breasts as if it knew that’s where it belonged. As she watched the scene play out, the moans and grunts of the actors began their work on her. Her fingers started toying with her hard nubs, and I could see the glint of moisture beginning to form on her outer lips. I could see her shifting her position, adjusting herself so she was more comfortable. Anne moved her other hand down her body, feeling the skin grow warmer wherever she touched, until she could feel the heat coming from her already damp pussy. “Is that pussy wet?” I asked. “Yesss…” she moaned softly. “Tell me. Tell me your slutty cunt is wet,” I said. I knew the answer to the question, but I wanted to get her to say it. I knew that talking dirty always heated her up and I wanted an inferno between her legs! “My slutty cunt is soo wet…” she moaned. Anne licked her lips as her fingers moved over her pussy lips. Using the tip of two fingers on one hand, she spread the lips apart, exposing her swollen throbbing clit. “Don’t stick your fingers inside you just yet, only play on the outside,” I told her. She looked at me disappointed for a moment, but she understood. I was setting the rules for her play, and I wanted to take it slow. Anne’s fingers slowly made small circles around her clit and she gently pulled and played with her pussy lips. She ran her fingertip around the rim of her hole but following my directions, she didn’t enter inside. She took some of the wetness she found there and dampened her fingers then rubbing her wet fingers over her clit. She scooped up more of her now flowing juices and thoroughly lubed her clit, moaning and shuddering as the electrical jolts leaped from her clit and raced up her spine. Her pussy drenched now, Anne sucked the remaining juice off her finger and then reached for the silver vibrator she had brought from the bedroom.

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Jason checked the gate at the side of the house, making sure it was shut as he carefully worked his way into the backyard of the old bungalow. It was difficult to see much as it was quite dark, but he knew this backyard like the back of his hand. He had been here many times before.A soft pool of light shone out from under the veranda, he moved quietly over and double checked. The light was from the bathroom, and he could see a figure silhouetted against the window. Jason smiled, she was in the shower at the same time every night, another few minutes she would move from the bathroom to her bedroom, and that’s what he was there for.Jason looked about, the back fence was high and the hedges either side excluded any views from those directions. This was a very private backyard. He listened carefully, he could hear the water from the shower gurgling down the drain, the distant rumble of a truck somewhere, but otherwise it was quiet.A faint almanbahis movement then caught his eye, deep in the shadows lurked a hunter, stealthy stalking along. He slowly began to move, knowing that he had to deal with the situation before any trouble erupted. He wanted to make sure that there was no disturbance in the backyard. The hunter paused, hunched ready to strike. Jason clicked his tongue in his mouth softly. The hunter turned, the game was up, then a big stretch and the hunter approached Jason. A rub behind its ears and the hunter began to purr. Chaos avoided.Jason moved back towards the veranda, the light was still shining, but the silhouette was no longer visible, the sound of the running water was easing off. She was now drying herself off and in a minute or two she would progress to her bedroom. Absent-mindedly, he reached down and stroked the hunter who had followed him. The bathroom light went out.Carefully he almanbahis yeni giriş made his way around the corner to the window facing out the back. A moment later a light inside flicked on, with just about only a slither of light making it out around the edges of the heavy curtains. Jason moved to the center of the window, while no light shone out, there was a very small gap in the curtains behind the large dresser and mirror placed before the window. This is what he has been waiting for.Looking in, he could see most of the big bed directly opposite the window, the bedside dressers, and about half the bottom end of the bed. He could also see the figure he had been waiting for, wrapped in only her towel, moving down towards the dresser. For a moment she disappeared, then she moved across between the bed and the dresser. Jason watched as she then went up the far side of the bed, and located her nightgown beneath the pillow almanbahis giriş on that side of the bed, which she then spread out over the bed.Jason hoped that she would not stay there to dry off and slip on her nightgown. He wanted her to return to the dresser. She moved slightly and faced away from the window, then she seemed to pat herself down, Jason’s heart sank, he wouldn’t get to see her in her full glory.Jason watched, hoping. She moved, turned, and then moved back down beside the bed, out of view then back into view, she stopped directly in from of the dresser and mirror. She paused for a moment then she took a couple of steps closer. All Jason could now see was her thighs and her towel. The towel twitched and Jason’s cock twitched.Her towel twitched again, lifting and showing more thigh, not much more and it would reveal her pussy, thought Jason. Another twitch and the towel very briefly parted just for a split second. Jason saw the area right at the top of her thighs. Jason drew in a deep breath, his hand dropped down over his pants, feeling the hopeful bulge there.Two hands appeared in his view, then they took the edges of the towel and drew them apart.

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“And that’s it! That’s it! It’s over!” the commentator babbled into their headset. “The match goes to Klutz! I can’t believe it!!”The cheering in the stadium was deafening, and yet still Kenneth Lutz couldn’t hear much. He was too busy coming back to reality and focusing on the fact that he needed to breathe.For seven years Ken had worked his ass off to get to where he was now. Where he belonged. He had finally achieved his life’s dream – sitting on a stage, hearing people chant his name. For one glowing moment in his life, however long it would last, he was the biggest name in eSports.Ken wasn’t thoroughly stupid. He knew that people saw him, at best, as a guy who was really good at a video game. He knew that being good at pushing buttons in a fighting game and narrowly beating other people who were basically as good at pushing buttons wouldn’t get him far. He’d have to go back home to his uncle, who was sweet but didn’t believe that eSports was a “real job.” He knew he would have to enjoy this moment while it lasted. In this moment, he had everything he had ever wanted – demonstrated skill, people literally chanting his name, power, and, odds are, money.Of course, he didn’t have a girlfriend yet, but he was still working on that.After taking his award, Ken said a few words to the crowd that were well-rehearsed and yet he never expected himself to be saying them, then quickly left the stage to reunite with his coach and his manager. At first he was grinning when he saw the duo. Trophy in hand, he upgraded his walk to a light jog, a sparkle in his eyes. Perhaps even a fire, eager for more. Unfortunately, his manager’s job always seemed to be the firefighter.“Kenneth,” Christopher, his manager, began. Ken’s smile faded. His manager called him by his gamertag, Klutz, when he was proud of him. It seemed like the more awards he won, the less his manager graced him with the name he had earned.The trio walked out of the stadium hall into a slightly more private hallway. “You were faced with just about the biggest moment of your career,” Christopher continued in his monotone voice. “Your ending speech could have really solidified your brand. And the speech you went with…” Ken wasn’t even going to bother staying on-topic. After all, the speech he gave was the one his manager made him memorize. “Sorry, did you miss the part where I won the tournament?!” Ken replied, anger boiling through his voice yet the smile returning to his face. He was panting in disbelief. “Right now, I don’t give a shit about brand, but the winne-”“Well, that’s just it, Kenneth. You don’t care about your brand.” Christopher continued. “You do understand that the contract you signed states that…”Ken tuned him out and turned to his coach, DisRupt. “Can you believe this guy?” Ken asked him, still panting.DisRupt’s face was turned into a sorrowful grimace as he shrugged. “He actually kinda has a point, man.” he begrudgingly replied. “It’s not going to get any easier from here to keep your brand going. We talked about this – you kind of have to play the villain card here, man. Hype people up. Make sure that your next t-”“Are you serious?!” Ken’s smile was now gone. “Okay, no, shut up. One, this was the speech I was given. If you two are seriously going to crawl up my as for following orders, you can blame yourselves for it going sour. Not me. If it even did go sour. Two, okay, two, like… I won! Can you give me a day without worrying about branding?! I expected this shit from you, Christopher. Like, I hoped not, but I still expected it. But…” Ken turned to face DisRupt. “Come on, man.”Christopher was unmoved. “After your performance here today, you’re going to really need to try harder in the next few tournaments.”“Try harder?! Am I invisible here? I won! I was the best. Yeah, I’ll try harder, but that’s to defend my title, and I just earned it. And by the way, I just earned it.”Christopher sighed loudly. “Kenneth, your job is not to win tournaments.”“Ex-cuse me?!”“Your job is to get the name of Klutz to reach the people. Do you know what the Twitch demographics were like during the final match? This was the last watched final match in-”“Yeah, you know, believe it or not, I wasn’t looking at the Twitch numbers when I was onstage proving myself to the world.” Ken countered. “I’m making a living, aren’t I? I’m keeping you two in it. Hell, I probably just got you guys your biggest paycheck yet.”“With the way you could have extended the brand, and didn’t, I’d say you came closer to robbing us tonight, Kenneth.” Christopher replied sharply. “We have missed out on a great opportunity, and we’re going to need to take some steps to cover the ground we’ve now lost.”Ken’s look turned incredulous. He just won. His friends should be happy for him. This almost seemed cartoonish. Not only were they this obsessed with numbers and money and marketing, but they were obsessed this quickly? They couldn’t let him have just ten seconds to gloat? This wasn’t fair. He turned to DisRupt, who was eyeing the floor. This wasn’t the first time Ken had to deal with his manager and coach acting like this; they had always been the more business-oriented types. He had just hoped that the duo had put that whole shtick in the past, or at least wouldn’t have whipped it out tonight. Unfortunately, as the two were demonstrating, he was dead wrong.“Okay,” Ken’s voice got smaller, knowing he really only had moral ground on which to argue, which wouldn’t exactly get him far with Christopher, who had a mind of money and legalities. “So what happens now?”“I’m thinking Klutz gets involved in a lot more local tournaments.” Christopher clicked a pen and wrote something down in his notebook. “It works with your backstory. You are from around here.”“I’m from St. Catherine’s.” Ken objected dryly.“To an international crowd, that’s basically Toronto. Anyway, I want you to let loose at these tournaments. Yell a little more, see if you can get into a shouting match with one of your fellow fighters. What’s that one guy, YelloJello?” Christopher turned to DisRupt, who nodded. “I think he’d be good for that. If we can push the narrative that you’re cracking after an international win, then all eyes will be on you.”“Not happening. John and I are friends.” Ken stood his ground. “It’s fucking creepy and, um, kinda manipulative to orchestrate a meltdown. Besides, the only local tournament in this city is happening in two weeks, and regis-”“You’re already registered.” Christopher interrupted, not looking up from his notebook.“What?”“You’re already registered.” Christopher repeated, no change in his monotone voice.“But that’s February 17th. I have plans with my uncle that day. We – we planned almanbahis şikayet this like a month in advance. Why did I not hear about this?” Ken protested, feeling his blood run a little cold.“I registered for you ahead of time. If you placed poorly here, dropping out of a later tournament dramatically would have been good optics.”“Making me look like a crying child is good opti-”“And if you won, like you did here, we wanted to keep the momentum going.” Christopher sighed annoyedly. “Of course, we were hoping you’d have come out of this tournament having performed better, but-”“I’m going to be with my uncle that day. I promised him. Going to be with him means a lot to me.” Ken stood his ground.“Bro…” DisRupt clearly interjected, sensing the tension building.“Shut up.” Ken sharply retaliated. “This is important to me.”“Sorry, but you’re not.” Christopher replied. “If I need to remind you, it’s in your contract plain as day that I am able to sign you up for any event I deem impo-”“It’s in my fucking contract that you can override my social life with video game tournaments I don’t want to enter, where you guilt me into pretending to fight with one of the nicest eSports players I’ve ever met?!” Ken asked in disbelief.“I’m not asking you to pretend.” Christopher clarified. “I want him to believe it too. If this ends up on his Twitter, there’s going to be a lot of people from his audience looking at you. There’s not a lot of cross-traffic coming from his circle, and-”“You want people that don’t know me finding out about me as the guy that yelled at him for no reason?!” Ken was now shouting. “You guys are like, cartoon bad guys here! I’m not fucking doing this!”“Bro, come on, we’re doing this for you. We want Klutz to keep on living, and sometimes…” DisRupt trailed off, gesturing with his hand. “Brands don’t last forever on their own. We have to do this, if you want a future in eSports.” Christopher added.“I’m not a brand! I’m a human being!” Ken shouted.“Bro-”“Shut the fuck up! I’m not your bro, I’m not your puppet, and I’m not coming to your damn tournament or picking a fight with nobody that doesn’t deserve it!” Before he knew it, Ken was marching right for the nearest door. Above it, the exit sign. Ken would have liked to say he was cool in these situations, but the same passion that brought him his victory also got him into trouble more often than not. Before leaving, he turned back around to face the two, and just started shouting, venting out his frustrations in a very immature and public manner.“Fucking enough!”“Go to fucking hell! Both of you!”“Fuck you both! Fuck this place!! Fuck it all!!”One might have expected the duo to follow after Ken, but both DisRupt and Christopher had worked with eSports players before. They knew about the hissyfits, and they knew that, just like with children, they didn’t want to prove to Ken that his tactics could work. “You still haven’t collected your prize money yet.” Christopher pointed out. “And there will be people that want interviews. Remember th-”“Collect it for me.” Ken replied, his shouting tone wavering. He knew that if he stayed much longer, it would turn to quivering. Before he knew it, Ken – no, Klutz, the newest eSports superstar, had exited the building, no doubt turning a few heads on his way out. As soon as he was out of the building though, he was no longer Klutz. The man facing the chill of the early February air was Ken Lutz, 24, kind of geeky looking (go figure), and possibly unemployed, depending on how well his manager would have taken the fit he’d thrown. As soon as he was out of Roy Thomson Hall, he just started walking. If this was the life for an aspiring eSports player, then he didn’t really want to be one. He wanted to be just Ken. He kept walking until he reached a familiar sight – a simple convenience store. He’d come here every so often for energy drinks or something like that whenever he was in the area, but ever since he came to Toronto for the tournament, something else about this place was on his mind.He walked through the front door, a beep signalling to the cashier that he was entering. His eyes crept up from the floor to the cashier’s desk to confirm that she was working tonight.Ken had no clue what her name was. He just knew he wanted to know. She was definitely older than him by a bit – he would have guessed around 28, 29 – but she looked that kind of older where you didn’t care. She wasn’t noticeably mature or anything, she was just… exciting. That kind of peppy where she probably had a super-serious childhood and wanted to make up for it or something. Ken couldn’t quite make out her figure from behind the counter, but he could tell from what little he saw that she was that kind of ‘skinny curvy’ that a lot of guys found attractive. And the most attractive thing of all, she remembered him.“Hey,” she instantly said, breaking into a smile when she saw him walk in. “So did the tournament just end or something? How’d you do?”They’d been talking here and there over the past few days. She was the type of woman that seemed to genuinely care about people and their lives. They instantly clicked when Ken actually answered her. Judging by the way she instantly engaged, he seemed to be the only one to actually respond.Ken chuckled nervously in response, shrugging nonchalantly and daring to actually look her in her eyes. They were hazel, and very warm. “Who cares?” he found himself saying.The cashier gave him a knowing smile. “Ah, so you lost, huh?”“Something like that.” Ken replied. “I sure don’t feel like a winner.”“Oh yeah, eh? Well, you’ll get ‘em next… year? Is this a yearly thing?” “What’s your name?” Ken asked out of nowhere.It was the cashier’s turn to chuckle nervously. “Lauren,” she eventually said. Her shy smile complimented her hazel eyes. “My name is Lauren. What’s yours?”“Ken,” Ken muttered. A few hours ago, he might have added his gamertag to his introduction, and seen if he could push his luck there. Not only would that clearly have not worked with Lauren, but he felt… changed. Reborn. He wasn’t Klutz anymore, and he was pretty sure he liked that.“Ken.” Lauren repeated him, then gave a sweet smile. “It’s nice to meet you. Formally, I mean.”Ken would have continued but an intrusive cough and the dark, cold stare of a balding man from a door behind the counter caught his gaze. It wasn’t staring at him, but Lauren didn’t need to turn around to know who or what it was. “Anyway, if you’re not going to buy something, you need to leave,” Lauren continued, using this authoritative tone that she clearly didn’t put a lot of work into. Her face communicated what she really meant, and Ken scrambled to make almanbahis canlı casino it look like he was at least interested in buying something so he wouldn’t face the stare too. Eventually, he settled on an energy drink and went up to the counter to pay for it.Lauren rang it up. “They say these things are really bad for you,” she casually observed.“Some things are,” Ken replied, looking off towards the now-closed door. “Is everything…? Like, are you okay here?”Lauren gave a warm chuckle. “I’m fine. Things are just a little… tightly run here. That’ll be three thirty six.”“Debit. Do you smoke?”“Sorry?” The sound of the debit machine beeping filled the beat.“Like, do you get smoke breaks?” Ken asked, gesturing out the front door. A few hours ago he wouldn’t have dared to be so bold.Lauren followed his gaze outside, then gave a ‘fuck it, why not’ grin. “Give me a few minutes,” she whispered, then added in a slightly loud tone, “What happens on the job isn’t really your business. Is that everything?”“Yeah,” Ken said softly, leaving promptly. He exited the store, popping open his drink, the caffeine probably not helping his nervous jitters. A few minutes, which felt closer to half an hour, fluttered by when finally, Lauren exited the store.Ken’s assertion wasn’t off at all. Lauren had one of those bodies that no one would notice unless they were looking at her, but as soon as you noticed, you couldn’t see anything other than how attractive she was. She had that ‘stealth hotness’ that shy girls always seemed to have. An impressive bust size that hung nicely over a tight waist, a shirt that complimented every curve it gave, and a tight pair of jeans that complimented a nice set of hips to boot. Ken quickly exhaled in excitement at the sight of her body, but tried to cover it up quickly. Lauren seemed to not notice, and gave him a small smile.“Hey,” she quietly said.“Hey.” Ken chuckled. “So you do smoke.”“Not really,” Lauren replied, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and sticking one in her mouth. “It’s just nice to get the time off.”“Then why…”Lauren winked at him, the cigarette remaining in his mouth, unlit. Ken smiled in understanding.“So you like to break the rules?” Ken asked her.“Only when the rules are stupid,” she answered. “Honestly? The place isn’t good. If the till doesn’t match the exact amount I report, they take it out of my cheque. I get in trouble if I lean against the counter, so I need to stand perfectly still for eight hours. People think being a cashier is easy, but there’s like a million things you need to always be keeping in mind, and a billion that need to get done. If you forget one thing in your shift, or if you’re not always working, you get yelled at. It’s like clockwork.” She exhaled loudly, with Ken nodding at her words. “What about you, what do you do?”“I’m probably unemployed.”“Probably?” Lauren looked at him in confusion. “What does that mean?”“It means I think I was in a position kind of like yours, and then I just said ‘fuck it’ and decided to be spontaneous and give ‘em the finger,” Ken answered. “Life’s kinda fun when you’re being spontaneous. You should try it sometime.”“How?” Lauren gave a sassy smile to Ken, keen to see where he’d go with this.“You hate this job, right? Quit it. Find a better one. You could do better.”“Aw, Ken, that’s sweet.” Lauren smiled warmly. “I already put in my two weeks notice though. I’m ahead of ya.” She winked at him. “Now I just have to ride it out.”“Or you could just quit now. You don’t have to give your two weeks notice. That’s just a technicality, isn’t it?”“I’d love to, but I can’t.” Lauren said.“Why? Are you planning to become the manager?”“Well, no, but it’s the right thing to do. The guy back there is already angry at me for quitting as it is. And I need to give two weeks if I want to put him as a reference on my resume.”Ken thought to himself for a second. “But…” he began slowly. “You just said he’s angry at you as it is for quitting. And he gets upset at you for doing one small thing wrong on the job, like leaning. He probably won’t forget that as soon as you quit. It doesn’t look like he’ll say many nice things about you anyway, and you can put this place on a resume as a past place-of-work without listing him as a reference. Why don’t you just do that?”Lauren stared at him for a few seconds, her eyebrows performing the world’s slowest dance. “…Huh,” she finally mumbled aloud. She stared him down a bit longer, processing what he said, and finally spoke again. “Being spontaneous, huh?”“That’s what I said.”Lauren narrowed her eyes at him as a small smile crept onto her face. “Would you… by any chance would you want to be spontaneous together?”Ken’s heart leapt up about a foot, but he tried to maintain a calm collected face. “I’ve got nowhere to be, so if you want…”“Okay. Huh. Okay.” Lauren took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it in the trash. “Give me a sec. Stay out here.” She went back into the store, and Ken waited, nervously, for her to come back out.She took a long time. Just when Ken was worried that she lied to him and just went back to her shift, she re-emerged, face flushed.“Are you okay?” was the only thing Ken could think to say.“I have… never actually let loose on somebody like that before.” Lauren breathed. “And how’d that feel?”Lauren still wasn’t even looking at him. “It felt… good.” she admitted. “I want to continue feeling good.” She finally looked him in the eye and sported a smile. A smile full of relief.“What, like tell him off again?” Ken asked as a joke.Lauren gave a sympathy giggle. “No. I’m not working there anymore. I’m talking about… you know, spontaneity. I liked that, like a lot. What were you thinking of when you talked about being spontaneous?”“I didn’t have a plan.” Ken shrugged. “You know, if you plan being spontaneous, you kind of suck at it.”“Oh yeah, eh? If you plan it…” Lauren chewed on his words. “Let’s go to the LCBO.”The LCBO was the place to be in Ontario if you wanted to shop for alcohol. Ken gave a chuckle in surprise. “The LCBO, huh? Okay. Sure.”“Sorry, do you drink?” Lauren’s confidence waned.“Hey, hey, no questions. Just spontaneity,” Ken soothed her. Lauren smiled and nodded, and the two went off in search of the nearest LCBO. Thanks to Toronto being a big city, and Lauren’s phone GPS, it didn’t take long at all to find one, and soon the pair were inside, comparing their favorite drinks.“You’re buying a fair amount,” Lauren observed as they shopped. “Are you rich or something?”Ken shrugged, a smile on his face. “Today I am,” he answered. “I got a fair amount today. At least, I think it’s still mine.” He started thinking to himself.Lauren furrowed her almanbahis casino brow in confusion. “You’re… kind of a mystery, you know that?” she told him.Ken opened his mouth to speak, but nothing at first came out as he shook his head slightly with how little he had to say. “Honestly, I think I’m just figuring myself out now,” he said, adding another bottle to his basket. “Ha, I feel that.” Lauren replied. “I feel like I don’t know myself at all. You’d think by 33 I’d know-”“You’re 33?!” Ken interrupted.“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Lauren winked at him. “Anyway, by 33, I should have my life together. Have a place or even just a husband or something.”“I mean, whatever. Live yo life.” Ken cheesily replied.Lauren chuckled. “It just feels like I’m… behind. All of my friends are married. I don’t even have anyone. Like, I have my friends from high school, one or two from college, I live with my parents and my only coworker I see – saw – on a daily basis was my boss, and…”“Yeah. I saw him. I get what you’re saying,” Ken finished. The two headed towards the counter and checked out.“So what are we going to do with this?” Ken asked. “I should have led with this but I’m not really from here. And if you live with your parents…”Lauren laughed at him. “Spontaneity,” she replied. “Follow me.” She walked with determination, looking eagerly at certain spots around the city as they walked, until they reached a street she seemed familiar with. She walked in between some buildings, Ken in tow.She turned around to face him, gesturing around her. A smile formed on Ken’s face – he had no clue how repressed her life was, but she sure as hell was adapting to being spontaneous quickly. The two started going through their bags and pulling out the drink they wanted to start with – a tasteful cider for Ken, a Palm Bay for Lauren. The two found a way to keep the rest of their alcohol in Lauren’s satchel and made a toast.“To…” Lauren began.“To whatever this is. No expectations.” Ken suggested.“Sure.” Lauren rose her Palm Bay to his cider and the two hit cans, then drank.Ken winced. He was not going to admit this to Lauren, but he really did not have experience drinking. At all. He drank a lot less of his cider than he made it look like, and the two faced each other and grinned. They made small talk as they finished their drinks, Lauren finishing hers first and reaching in her satchel for another.Hazel was his favorite color for eyes. Light brown, a hint of green, a lot of hidden mischief. Her smile, which would come out a lot as she spoke – nervousness, he guessed – was so full of passion. And the more he drank, the bolder he got, and he liked seeing that passion on her face.“You’re cute,” he found himself mumbling after she finished a story about high school.Lauren was about to take a drink, but stopped. “Oh yeah? I’m cute, eh?” she asked him.Ken shrugged. “Yeah, I said you’re cute.”“I dunno if ‘cute’ is the word young guys like you would say for an oldie like me.”Ken chuckled. “Yeah, okay. ‘Oldie.’ Frankly, you look like three years older than me. Besides, I think the words you’re looking for are ‘elegant and mature.’”“Oh shush.” Lauren replied, and the two shared a giggle. “I just…” she trailed off. Her shyness returned.“What?”She took another large sip from her Palm Bay and loudly exhaled. “I dunno. I just never expected a younger guy to find me cute. It doesn’t happen, you know?”“Neither does quitting your job out of nowhere, or engaging in public intoxication with a stranger, or throwing an eSports career out the window because your manager is an asshat.”“Throwing your… what…?” Lauren repeated slowly. “I don’t get it, but okay. Well – wait. So you find me cute?”“Maybe I do.” Ken replied teasingly. He knew he was starting to get tipsy, because he never ever felt confident actually flirting with women. “Who knows?” He winked at her. “And speaking of being bold…” Drink in hand, he started to walk out of the highway, towards the street.“What are you doing?” Lauren hissed.“I dunno about you, but I want to see the town.” Ken answered. “Let’s go take a look. You’re local, right? Show me the sights.”“But we could get arrested for public-!” Lauren sputtered.“I’m just tipsy, I’m alright.” Ken argued. “Cover your can with your hand, and if we see the cops we act cool.”Lauren shook her head and chuckled. “You are so crazy,” she muttered, following him.Off the pair went, beneath the grey sky, amidst the harsh wind and amongst the cream-colored buildings and dead trees. They kept wandering and drinking until they were surrounded by brick buildings instead. Ken had to admire the cool urban suburbs feeling after they escaped from the more downtown-looking area. Meanwhile, Lauren was reaching into her bag, pulling out a new drink for both of them.She snatched his can, and her own, and pulled out a bottle of straight vodka. She poured about a cupful into each can, only spilling a little, and handed the cider can back to Ken, a challenging smile on her face.Ken took one smell of the can and winced again. “Jesus,” he muttered.“I knew it.” Lauren replied as she stuffed the vodka back into her bag and the pair  continued to walk.“What?”“You’re a first-timer, aren’t you?” Lauren challenged him, confidence now in her eyes. Her voice was beginning to sound a little different too.“Hey, I’ve drank before!” Ken protested, then looked into the can. “…just not this much. And not straight vodka.”“Well, we forgot to pick up orange juice.” Lauren laughed, then looked around her. “Isn’t this part of the city sweet?”“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking sweet.” Ken found himself saying. He kept moving his jaw around, or making weird movements with his face, just to test his muscles and see if he was getting drunker or something. “Come on.” Ken’s fascination with his face muscles was cut short as Lauren took him by the hand and dragged him onto the street. There was no real reason, she just wanted to walk on the street now that they were in a much less busy part of town instead of the sidewalk. Spontaneity, Ken guessed.At this point, pedestrians were definitely giving them sideways glances as the duo walked down the street, occasionally daring to down a few sips of their straight vodka at a time (with Lauren being the more comfortable one doing so by a mile, Ken was still getting used to it). At one point, they heard some impatient honking from behind them and turned around to see a car wanting to get through. Ken quickly grabbed Lauren’s arm and guided the two of them to the side of the road so they car could pass, but was shocked to see Lauren shouting a few choice words at the car and giving it the finger. At first he looked around at his surroundings to see if anyone would react harshly to it, but when the two ended up locking eyes, they couldn’t do anything but laugh. This whole day was such a surreal day, a day of new things. Out of the ordinary was quickly becoming ordinary, and they loved it.

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A Booty Call Backfires

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To men, women are fascinating creatures. Intriguing, unfathomable and, perhaps most importantly – formidable. Most of the time, they’re one step ahead of us. They know how to get what they want. Usually they can convince us it’s what we wanted all along. Guys catch on eventually. Usually after it’s too late to do anything about it. But every now and then, a guy outsmarts a girl. Or does he? In my senior year of college, after two years of putting in my time on the staff of my college newspaper, I was named editor in chief. It was a paid, part-time job, but it came with perks: An office of my own, a premium parking place on campus, and a staff of bright, bubbly, eager-to-please, young reporters. Most of them hungry for the big stories and plum assignments. Most of them women. Though I had worked my way up from reporter to assistant editor to editor in chief, I still was the same guy I was before. Same dark, brown hair with eyes to match. Same disarming smile that I had learned comes in handy on tough interviews. I wore the same faded Levi’s, the same tweed sport coat, fraying slightly at the sleeves – the only one I could afford. I drove the same nine year-old car I’d had since high school. Not much was different about me. Only now, to my surprise, I discovered I’d become a minor babe magnet – at least in the minds of some of the women on my staff. I’d discovered first-hand that power and position is an aphrodisiac. I couldn’t believe my great, good fortune to be surrounded by so many smart, clever, attractive women vying for my time and attention. And I couldn’t believe my rotten luck. By rotten luck, I mean, I was the boss. I planned on a career in journalism, so I’d have to keep things strictly professional with the women under me – no matter how much I fantasized about what it really would be like to have them under me. My colleagues, however, never got the memo. I was home late one evening, on a chilly, windy, evening in January, having put the paper to bed and getting ready to do the same to myself, when the phone rang just as I brushing my teeth. As I reached for the phone while spitting toothpaste out of my mouth, I wondered: Did a fire break out on campus? Did the printing presses break down again? “Jay!” came a frantic voice. “Yes, who is it?” I asked, struggling to talk around the last bit of toothpaste in my mouth. “It’s Christy!” hissed a voice, coming into focus as one of my assistant editors, two years younger than me. Normally I thought her voice was oh-so-sexy. In the newsroom, there were times we’d be talking, but I wouldn’t be hearing what she was saying, only how she was saying it in that breathy alto of hers. This time, her voice sounded oh-so-scared. “What’s up?” I asked, becoming concerned. “Someone’s in my house!” she said in a stage whisper. “What?!” “Someone’s in my house!” she repeated a little louder this time. I froze for a moment. “I need you!” she pleaded. almanbahis şikayet “Now!” I snapped out of my hesitation. “Hang up and call the police!” I said, becoming agitated. “No, I need you!” she begged. “Come quick. Please!” “Christy,” I urged, “Get out. Now!” “I’m afraid!” she said, dropping her voice so low, I almost couldn’t hear her. “If I open the door, he’ll hear me.” Frantically, I tried to think. “Please Jay,” she interrupted. “Come now. Please, come now!” “I’ll be right over,” I stammered. “Hide somewhere. Now!” “I will.” The phone went dead. I was worried. I threw on the nearest clothes, grabbed my wallet, my keys, and pulled on the treasured, vintage bombardier jacket I had discovered in a second-hand clothing store a few years earlier. I had to admit, I felt a little bad assed when I wore it. I jumped in my car to make the ten minute drive to the duplex she rented. It was a small apartment in an older home that had been subdivided. I knew Christy lived there alone. As I drove, zipping through yellow traffic signals, close to midnight, I wondered what could have happened. Could it be a burglar who thought the apartment was empty? I thought some more. Who breaks into a house in a neighborhood full of poor, college students? Someone who’s drunk. Or high on something. I nudged the accelerator forward. As I sped through a series of “pink” traffic signals, my mind wrestled with the situation. Christy was sharp as a tack. She’d know enough to keep out of sight. But Christy also had a mischievous sense of humor. And she wasn’t above playing a practical joke. The closer I got, the more I began to wonder, was this a prank? I parked the car on the street, one door down, crept up to the front door and pushed it open without knocking. Moving as quietly as possible, I stepped into the kitchen, set my keys on the table, pulled off my coat, and looked toward the counter, hoping I’d find a big, kitchen knife without having to open any drawers that might squeak. As I did, I spotted Christy in the far corner, sitting on the floor with her knees pulled up, her arms folded over them and her head down on her arms. She still was dressed in jeans and a sweater, but I noticed her feet were bare. Maybe getting out wasn’t an option after all. Suddenly, she looked up at me. Her shoulder-length, auburn hair fell away from her oval face, and her liquid brown eyes met mine. Eyes that a man could easily drown in. Until she smiled, that is. Because once those cute dimples emerged on either side of her pair of luscious lips, it was hard for a man to decide where to look first. At the moment, though, no one was smiling. My eyes remained locked on hers. “Where?” I hissed. “Bedroom.” I grabbed the biggest knife I could find. I wasn’t really sure what I’d do with it, but I hoped I’d look scary holding it. I crept down the hall to her bedroom, praying the floor wouldn’t squeak. As I thought about almanbahis canlı casino my feet, I nearly collided with an impossibly large hanging plant dangling from a massive hook in the ceiling in front of a window. It hung so low only kids and dogs didn’t have to step around it. The bedroom door was partially open. I peeked inside, saw nothing and heard nothing. I felt Christy touch my elbow and nearly yelped in surprise. “In here?” I mouthed. She nodded yes. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open slowly. A moment later, I stepped in. I looked around and glanced under the bed but saw nothing. I went to the closet, which had a sliding door, half open. If anyone was in this room, that was the only place left to hide. Holding the knife in one hand, I reached for the closed half of the door. I paused and slid it over as fast as I could while dropping to a crouch. The closet wasn’t very large or deep. No one was there. I turned to Christy, still with a worried look, but a questioning one as well. “Could he be in another room?” I whispered. “No,” she replied. “I was in the bathroom when I heard the noise in there. No one’s come out.” I heard a sharp noise behind me and spun around. Still nothing there. I heard it again by the window and looked outside. I saw a loose shutter. When the wind picked up, it slapped the shutter against the house. I breathed a sigh of relief, set the knife down on the dresser and pointed out the window. Christy glanced outside and turned back to me, looking a little sheepish but a lot relieved. Christy threw herself into my arms, wrapping hers tightly around my neck, pulling me close. “Thank you!” she gushed. “Thank you for coming to my rescue!” She relaxed her grip but still pressed her body against mine. I suddenly was aware my jeans were feeling a little snugger than they were just moments ago. Christy’s lips brushed my ear and her warm breath pulsed on my neck. I felt my cock begin to lengthen. I led her over to the bed, and we sat down side by side. A moment later, she put a hand on my chest and gently pushed me down on the bed until my head met the pillow. Christy lay down beside me, her head on my chest, her arm wrapped around my waist. She swung a leg over my body. Her thigh nudged my cock and it twitched. She must have felt it, but she didn’t move her leg away. I kicked off my shoes onto the floor, trying to hide the fact what I really was trying to do was casually free my manhood from the press of her thigh. It didn’t work. We talked quietly for a few minutes while she continued to cling to me. I felt her pounding heart slowly return to normal. I glanced at the clock. It was 12:45 a.m. “I need to go,” I said at last. “Please stay,” she begged, pulling me closer. I considered it for a moment. Not a good idea. We worked together, after all. “No, I need to get up early tomorrow,” I said, gently squirming out from under her and standing. almanbahis casino “I’ll just use your bathroom and head out.” I left the bedroom and went into the bathroom to take care of business. I padded back to the empty living room. I went to the kitchen to grab my car keys, remembering my shoes still were in her bedroom. The keys weren’t on the table where I left them. I looked around for my coat to check the pockets. In a moment, I realized my coat wasn’t where I remembered leaving it either. I heard a voice behind me. “Looking for something?” I turned to see Christy wearing my battered but beloved coat, her hands thrust deep in the pockets, grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. Surprised, then annoyed, I started toward her to retrieve my coat. But she retreated toward the bedroom. “Christy, I’ve got to go,” I insisted. “You sure?” she teased. “I’m sure.” “How are you going to get home without a coat?” she asked. “More importantly, how are you going to get home without your keys?” With that she turned and strode purposefully into her bedroom with me right behind her. “Come on, Christy,” I demanded. “Hand over my keys.” “Guess where they are,” she announced. Now I was pissed off. “This isn’t funny, Christy. Give me my keys.” “Guess where they are,” she grinned playfully. “If you get it right, they’re yours.” Automatically, I glanced around the room before catching myself. I shouldn’t have done that. Her smile widened in response. “Just one thing,” she continued. “Every time you guess wrong, you have to take something off.” I stared at her in disbelief. “Your clothes,” she explained. I’d already worked that much out on my own. “Are you kidding?” I spluttered at last. “Uh-uh,” she said, her brown eyes now flashing merrily at me. I glared hard at her. But I also felt my resistance slipping just a little. She sure did look enticing with that cocky attitude of hers. “Here’s the deal,” she began, sauntering a little closer. “Guess where your keys are, and you’re in charge.” “In charge of what?” I snapped. “Of whatever happens next,” she said in a naughty tone. I connected the dots. My eyes widened. So did her smile. “You can leave if you want,” she added, stepping within arm’s reach. “Or you can stay and have anything you want.” Christy took the final step forward and slowly slipped her arms around my neck, folding her body into mine, pressing our middles together. I wasn’t exactly sure when my erection had returned, but there was no mistaking it now. For either of us. “Anything?” I asked, suddenly feeling as if January had given way to July in her room. “Anything you want from me,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling my right ear. With a tiny nudge of her pelvis, she moved backward a step and gave me her best come-hither look. Her best was plenty good. I smiled for the first time. And suddenly it hit me. “And if I run out of clothes …” I began. Once more, Christy slowly stepped forward and placed her hands on my chest, gently brushing her palms over my nipples as she raised her arms and wrapped them around my neck once more. “Then you’ll do whatever I say,” she said, flashing me another naughty smile. I felt my cock jump.

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The Roommate’s Dilemma

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It sounds disreputable, allowing financial distress to justify the receipt of sexual favors.  And nowadays, it’s a guarantee to get your name into the newspapers.  But, really, hasn’t the female used her allure as a means of getting what she wants, since time began?  And if everyone is an adult, exercising free will, is it so bad? My story begins when I (I’m Eric) shared the second bedroom of my rented townhouse with a college classmate of mine, Bill.  Before too long, Bill decided to have his girlfriend move in with him.  I didn’t really mind.  The girlfriend, Jordan, was a very pretty brunette, with a curvy figure, firm breasts, and a cute, solid behind.  And that body was often on display as she liked tight jeans and form fitting clothes.  Jordan wasn’t a college student as we were; she worked in town at a florist shop.  She didn’t make much at the shop, so her moving in made financial sense.  Bill’s parents made sure his share of the rent and utilities was paid each month.Jordan wasn’t an exhibitionist, but she was comfortable moving about the house braless in just a long t-shirt, with panties underneath, or sometimes in skimpy pajamas.  It was like she was one of the boys.  I’ll admit I lusted after her, but she was Bill’s, almanbahis so I got my satisfaction from watching her lovely figure go past.  But we moved in different circles; she had her work, her own friends and I didn’t see much of her apart from her living in the house with us at night. Things changed when Bill had to move out.  For a variety of reasons, he switched to a community college back home.  Jordan asked to stay – in truth, she had no place to go.  I questioned whether she could afford the rent, but she insisted she’d make it work.And she did.  In the beginning.  But then one month she could only pay a portion of what she owed.  And she was short on the utilities the month after that.  I’m sure she felt bad not carrying her weight.  Then the pressure increased, as the couple that owned the floral shop cut her hours, in a cost saving measure. Jordan was in a dilemma.  There are always some jobs available, like working in a fast-food restaurant, but they pay poorly.  Jordan needed money.  She came up with a twenty-first century solution.  She opened a web channel, which featured video of her in her bedroom.  She’d wear tight clothes, and seductively flirt on screen and answer guys’ questions.  Her paid subscribers almanbahis yeni giriş could mail in cash and request more skin than she normally showed.  And presumably she complied.But there’s competition out there, and her paid subscriber base was small.  Jordan was candid about what she was doing, and I commiserated with her on how slowly she was adding new viewers.  One day she asked me why I wasn’t a subscriber.“Jordan, I get to see you all the time,” I replied.  “I don’t need to go to a computer screen to look at you.”“Aren’t you interested in seeing more of me?” she asked. “Of course, you’re a beautiful woman,” was all I said.“What would it be worth if I made breakfast tomorrow, topless” she asked.“You don’t have to do that,” I said.  This was awkward. “I need to do something. I know rent is due, and I’m still short.  Let me make it up to you.”  “I don’t know,” I said.  “No, that wouldn’t be a good idea.”We didn’t say any more, but the next morning, Jordan was cooking eggs for the two of us bare breasted.  Firm, lovely breasts, not too small, with a brown colored areola around the nipples.  Her breasts were large enough to sway as she moved, offering a seductive pre-taste of how soft they must feel. “Good morning,” almanbahis giriş she said to me cheerfully.“Hi.”Jordan chatted on normally, about how hard it rained last night, about some silly show she’d seen on TV.  Completely nonchalant.  I tried to respond in a similar vein, but my heart was racing.  I’ve seen women’s breasts before, of course, but in a romantic situation.  This casual nudity was a jolt, and strangely erotic.  I was a voyeur, and loving it.  I sat across from her during breakfast, trying to look her in the eyes, but always conscious of those breasts staring at me. After breakfast we both got dressed and started the day.  Nothing was said about her exposure.Later that evening, Jordan handed me her share of the rent.  It was half what she owed.  I made no comment. Curiosity was getting the better of me, so I logged onto her webcast using a newly created email account, so she wouldn’t know it was me. That night, when she went into her bedroom, I hurried into mine to catch her broadcast.  She was dressed in tight fitting clothes, with a blouse showing the swell of her breasts.  She read a letter from a subscriber, answered his questions, and chatted with viewers about her day. “And guys, I love to expose my body.  This morning, I made breakfast for my roommate topless.  He’s a really cute guy, but the poor fellow was drooling over his eggs, trying to keep from staring.  It was such fun.  Maybe one day I’ll do it for you loyal viewers.”

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No-Tell Motel, Chapter 1

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Cindy looked across the cramped, bedraggled motel room to the other bed where her college roommate Diane was lying. In her sheer pink babydoll-style nightie she looked like a little girl. In reality though, she was a well-developed 21 year old woman – although with her playful, energetic personality it was hard to tell at times! Cindy and Diane were on their way back to college after Spring Break and had stopped for the night in the only motel they could find rooms in. It wasn’t much to look at, it was kind of run-down and didn’t look like the owners cared a lot. But it had beds and since they were only going to be there one night, it would do. “God, my body hurts!” Diane groaned as she rolled over. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she leaned over and held her head in her hands. “I feel like 10 miles of bad road and my head is killing me!” She stood and tried to stretch thinking that might help her body aches but quickly found out the opposite was true. Cindy laughed and looked at her friend in amusement. “I don’t doubt it. You weren’t exactly subtle and restrained these past few days, dear! So tell me, was it the overindulgence in spirits, the endless stream of guys you made out with, or the wild dancing and party antics that have gotten to you finally?” “Party antics? What party antics?” Diane asked, almost afraid of the answer. “Well let’s see, there was the wet-t shirt contest and the topless go-go dance contest for starters,” Cindy said, grinning broadly. Diane choked back a fit of giggles. “Ohmygod, Seriously? Did I do that?” Nodding with exaggerated slowness, Cindy watched Diane’s mouth break open in a grin as her face slowly heated with amused embarrassment. With a wry voice, Cindy said, “Remind me to never let you near a bottle of Tequila again.” Diane groaned, “Well, at any rate, I need a handful of aspirin and a good massage.” Cindy glanced up from her laptop, “I’ll give you a back rub. I think the motel masseuse has the night off!” she chuckled, “Just let me get the lotion.” She went into the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of body lotion. As she grabbed the bottle of lotion, she bit her lower lip a little at the thought of touching Diane’s bare skin, and her mind raced with scenario after scenario. She had been attracted to this woman since they first met and although she had never been with another woman, she longed to be with Diane. They had met two years ago when they were both brand new freshmen. During their registration and admissions process, the two had been assigned to share a dorm room on campus. While the two came from different backgrounds, they seemed to hit it off right away. Their initial converstions were innocent enough – they talked about where they came from, their backgrounds and families, some of their interests and what they wanted to do after college. But as the days progressed into weeks and then months, their talks took a more intimate turn. Cindy fondly thought back to one particularly ‘enlightening’ conversation regarding Diane’s experience with another girlfriend. You see, while she had never been with another woman, Diane had been and more than once. As she regaled Cindy with her stories and experiences with her past girlfriend, Cindy had been captivated. Diane had an intoxicating sexuality that was only enhanced by her playfulness and sense of adventure. However, as curious as she was about the prospect, Cindy didn’t know how best to approach Diane on the idea. Still, Cindy had fantasized more than once about taking their friendship to that level and exploring this new frontier with her free-spirited roommate. As Cindy came back into the room carrying the bottle of lotion, Diane had taken off the pink babydoll and was lying face down on the bed closest to the big window that took up the better part of one wall. The setting sun’s light streaming into the room cast a golden glow on her body. Cindy’s eyes were riveted on Diane’s smooth tanned skin and she swallowed audibly, a tremble passing almanbahis şikayet down her limbs. Sitting down on the side of the bed, she poured some of the lotion into her hand and rubbed it on Diane’s back, going up her spine and back down her back. Diane relaxed beneath Cindy’s touch and her head lowered, cascading her long dishwater-blonde hair forward and exposing a slim neck Cindy was aching to kiss. Being this close to Diane’s naked body was electrifying, and it sent shivers down Cindy’s core that made her pulse race and her heart beat so loud she was certain Diane could hear it. Slowly bringing her hands up the full of Diane’s back and using her thumbs to massage along her spine, she admired the softness of her skin. Gently kneading her shoulders to work her tired aching muscles, she took a deep breath and fought to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Her mouth felt dry and she licked her lips. If ever there was going to be a chance to have something happen with this woman, that chance was now. She just needed to work up the courage to take it. Cindy had seen Diane naked many times, but this was the first time she had touched her bare skin. She knew about the tattoo on the small of Diane’s back – a “tramp stamp” she called it, and she used her fingers brush lightly over the top of it. It was a pink heart with pink and black interweaving ribbons coming from it to the sides. Cindy let her eyes roam over Diane’s body and noticed a new bruise at her shoulder. Touching it gently, she asked with sympathy, “Is this from when you fell the other day? Does it still hurt?” Diane nodded, and huskily whispered, “A little.” Cindy gently used the backs of her fingertips to gently brush over the bruise. Then, bending down slowly, she placed a light, feathery kiss over it. She felt and heard Diane take a quick breath, and Cindy held her own breath waiting to see what kind of response would come from that action. When no words followed, Cindy found her courage and let the words come out. “Diane… what’s it like… to be with another woman?” she asked hesitantly. Diane rolled over at the sincerity of Cindy’s question. “What do you mean?” Immediately, Cindy felt her muscles tighten and tense and she drew a deep breath, not sure if she should continue the question or just try to brush it off and forget it. Sensing that Cindy was still working up the courage to answer, Diane gently touched her arm to reassure her. Cindy, honey, what are you talking about?” Diane asked, gently, lightly touching her. Soothing her. She heard Cindy take a deep breath, swallow, and then clear her throat. “Well, you know I’ve never been with another woman, but… well, I have thought a lot about…” Cindy hesitated and her voice dropped to a quiet whisper as she finished, “trying it with you. But I’m not sure I could do it. I mean, having something done to me by another woman is one thing, but giving back? I’m just… not to sure.” The words had started out slow and halting, but Diane was still listening carefully and showed no signs of fear or rejection. This was promising, and Cindy’s uneasiness slowly faded. Diane sat up and took Cindy’s hand. She brushed a lock of her short brown hair from in front of her eyes and put her hand on the side of her face. She felt Cindy tense up again and tried to reassure her. “Cindy sweetheart, I have wanted you as well. And I know you have never done this before, but hon, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen. We can stop at any time, all you have to do is just say the words.” Pausing to assess the effect of her promise, she continued quietly. “I don’t expect you to return anything if you don’t want to. I just want to experience your body. To feel you- and to watch you cum.” “O-ok, Cindy said with a deep sigh and a nod. It was all the encouragement that Diane needed. Cindy started trembling with nervous excitement. She was about to carry out a fantasy that she had thought about for so long. Swallowing, almanbahis canlı casino she tried to control her breathing as Diane laid Cindy gently on the bed, watching Diane as she did. God, she was beautiful! Her breasts were shaped to fit a person’s hands, and she had nipples made for being sucked on, and Cindy was trying desperately to control her escalating passion. Looking into Diane’s wide green eyes and the flames that were flickering there nearly drove her over the edge. Leaning down, Diane pressed a kiss to Cindy’s forehead, moving to kiss the tip of her nose, before finally coming to rest on soft lips. She felt the quick intake of air as Cindy breathed, and then slowly released it, opening her mouth just slightly to let Diane kiss her. The kiss was soft and sensual, and Diane gently nibbled and sucked on those soft lips tasting the sweetness of Cindy’s mouth. Slowly deepening the kiss, Diane took her hands and ran her fingers through her girlfriend’s short brown hair as her tongue explored what was being offered, before slowly receding. As Cindy looked up and into Diane’s eyes with a mixture of desire and apprehension, Diane told her to just lie back, relax, and enjoy what was happening. She watched as Cindy relaxed her body, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh. Diane’s soft hands moved smoothly down the center of Cindy’s chest to her stomach, expanding her fingertips to encircle her waist. She watched as Cindy sucked in a quick breath and her stomach depressed. Leaning down to kiss just below her rib cage, Diane then took her hands and cupped them around Cindy’s breasts, her thumbs rubbing against the nipples to bring them to stiff peaks. Cindy could feel her heart start beating faster, and felt her clit start to tingle. As she felt Diane’s hot mouth cover her stiff and throbbing nipple, she moaned loudly and she began to get dizzy with anticipation. Not wanting to rush the moment, Diane very slowly leaned down to kiss Cindy’s neck. Nibbling down the center of her chest to the valley in between, Diane could hear the rapid beat of Cindy’s heart combined with her own and she closed her eyes to savor the sound. Raising up slightly, she took one beautiful breast into her mouth and began to suckle. Cindy let out a loud moan and shifted her legs, and Diane thought she was going to explode from the excitement. Blowing softly against the nipples and using her tongue to flick across the hard peaks, she watched as Cindy started squirming and rubbing her thighs together. Cindy’s hands fisted at her sides, her back arching to meet Diane’s eager mouth. Cindy could feel her clit expanding and tingling, and she reached one hand down in an attempt to rub away some of the ache. Wishing she could relieve some of the tension there, before moving on, but knowing that she couldn’t she instead closed her eyes and concentrated on what Diane was doing to her. Moving down to the flat plane of Cindy’s quivering stomach, Diane used her tongue to have sex with Cindy’s belly button. Smiling as Cindy gasped in shock and then moaned quietly, Diane used her hands to caress the tops of Cindy’s thighs. Moving slowly and teasingly up Cindy’s legs, she reached up inside of the fabric of her lacy panties to stroke the flesh hidden there and feel the heat radiating from Cindy’s center. Diane could smell the musky scent of Cindy’s dripping sex and was dying to get closer, to taste her and feel her. She was dizzy with excitement and burning with anticipation. Sitting up, she reached for the Cindy’s tiny panties, the only thing she still wore. Ever so slowly, she eased the garment down, her eyes riveted as Cindy’s treasure was slowly revealed, Diane finished gliding the panties down Cindy’s smooth, tannd legs and dropped them to the floor. Lifting one of Cindy’s feet up onto the bed, Diane parted her girlfriend’s legs. Looking down, she gently traced a finger around Cindy’s damp pussy lips and up her leaking slit to the place where almanbahis casino Cindy’s clit lay throbbing in wait. She could smell the sweet perfume of Cindy’s smoldering pussy, and the desire that had been building within her. Cindy was wet, and it showed, and the knowledge that she was as excited as Cindy spurred Diane on. Rubbing her fingers lightly across Cindy’s pussy lips once more, Diane moaned softly. Diane opened her mouth and let her teeth graze Cindy’s cunt as she inhaled her sexual aroma. Hearing Cindy moan again and the words “Oh God”, she knew it was safe to proceed to the final step. Grabbing Cindy’s hips, Diane pulled her closer. She saw the thick swollen pussy lips of her lover, which glistened with sweat and moisture. Diane’s hands reached out to grab the folds of Cindy’s pussy, and parted them, rubbing them between her fingers. She noticed Cindy’s swollen clit, and knew that her orgasm was not long in coming. Diane took one long finger, and eased it up inside of Cindy’s hole. As she did so, she felt the moisture flood out of Cindy’s body. Leaning forward she removed her finger and, placing her mouth on Cindy, she used her tongue to find the center of that release. Diane’s tongue dove in and out of Cindy’s body repeatedly, as Diane erased every thought except pleasuring her friend and giving her the greatest orgasm of her life. Cindy moaned and groaned her pleasure, and Diane used her hands to quiet her hips as they started to buck in response to the attention. Diane’s ears were filled with nothing but Cindy’s moans and cries. Each moan and whimper from Cindy spurred Diane on as she continued to fuck Cindy’s cunt with her tongue. As Dianes’s hands went to stroke the outer rim of Cindy’s ass, she felt Cindy arch off the bed as the orgasm hit her. Diane took one finger and eased it up inside of Cindy and she felt Cindy arch off the bed as the orgasm hit her. She fingered Cindy’s clutching pussy to stroke the orgasm to full throttle and closed her eyes, enjoying the wave as her friend rode it out and floated back to earth. Still gasping and shaking from the force of her orgasm, Cindy laid on the bed trying to calm herself and come back to reality. She felt delicious… and sinfully erotic. Diane heard Cindy moan as she gently pulled her finger from her pussy. The moan was filled with a need for release and Cindy smiled, still in a bit of a fog. Raising her head off the pillow to look at her friend, she quietly whispered, “Thank you” It was all she could do to resist the impulse to ask, “Was it good for you too?” Diane smiled happy that she had made her friend so happy, “You were… you are… so incredibly sexy when you cum.” Cindy couldn’t help it. The devilish side of her nature just would not shut up for even a few minutes. “Thanks. I bet you say that to all the girls.” Diane giggled. Slapping Cindy on her bare ass, she replied, “Yeah, you’re right. There’ve been SO many that I’ve started rating you all on a sexy-when-you-cum scale. You’re a ten by the way.” Cindy watched as Diane scooted off the end of the bed and walked around the bed toward her, swallowing convulsively as Diane leaned down to lightly place a kiss on her forehead before standing back up. Diane was turning to walk away but the brush of Cindy’s fingers on her arm stopped her and she looked back. “Wait, Diane ,I… I know what I said about….” Cindy nibbled on her lip and looked up at Diane, trying to gather her thoughts. “About… reciprocating…, but….” Propping herself up on one elbow, she took a breath and then pulled Diane down so that their lips were a fraction apart. Diane licked her lips and gently placed her mouth on Cindy’s. Swallowing Cindy’s gasp, Diane gently nibbled and caressed Cindy’s lips, her passions rising with each second that passed until finally her tongue could not stand the anticipation and advanced, urging Cindy’s lips apart. She heard Cindy moan and felt her own heart pound against the inside of her chest. Diane pushed herself up from the bed until she was kneeling and threaded her hands through Cindy’s silky blonde hair. She pulled Cindy closer, until her bare breasts pressed against the soft fabric of Cindy’s long Hello Kitty sleep-shirt and kissed her fully.

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I arrived at her birthday party fifteen minutes early. It was a week after spring break. I was a senior, she had just begun her freshman year. Natalie was turning eighteen. We had shared a writing class together and had sat across from each other for several weeks before she and I had started hanging out. Our first conversation was about anal sex. “Who isn’t walking around with cum in their ass?” she asked me. Natalie always spoke with a deadpan tone. Her eyeshadow and black hair complemented a gothic personality. She liked getting spanked. She liked being called a whore. Natalie’s eighteenth birthday party was inside her friend’s dorm room. It was Halloween themed, an odd choice for March, and she had ordered everyone to wear a costume. When I arrived, I was the only guest there. Her friend had worn a California surfer getup and was mixing a barrel of beer, liquor, wine, and pineapple juice.“It’s the punishment punch,” she told me. “For when the night get’s real crazy.” Her name was Sarah, or Sam, or Sierra. I can’t remember. She had short brown hair and a curvy figure. We made small talk.“How do you know Natalie?”“Why aren’t you wearing a costume?”“Want some punch?”Other guests arrived by the time I’d downed almanbahis my third pint of punishment punch. Natalie’s sorority sisters, giggling and sexy, their frat bro boyfriends, muscular and possessive. Faces I had seen in passing, others who I’d never heard of.A tall frat boy and his girlfriend sat next to me on the couch, both of them frisky as hell. She was wearing a skin-tight rainbow lace dress, and no bra, a bright neon thong, and pink heels. When I asked her what she was dressed as she smiled and spewed out, “A pornstar.” She chugged her punch, leaned into her boyfriend, closed her eyes, and forced her tongue down his mouth. He popped me a thumbs up, then grabbed her ass and pulled her on top of him. “I’m gonna fuck you tonight.” She didn’t say a thing, just ground against his shorts while his hand found its way to her pussy, and she moaned. I got up from the couch, as they melted into one another. He fell on his back, and she straddled him, cowgirl. I grinned.“Jason.”I turned to the door.Natalie had arrived. “What do you think?” she asked me.She was wearing a black skin-tight leather unitard and kitten ears over her head. She had drawn whiskers on her cheeks with mascara, and glued fake black almanbahis yeni giriş nails to her fingertips. My eyes followed the unitard’s zipper. It began at her neck, roped between her breasts, fell down her stomach past her belly button down her crotch.“You like?” she smirked, then twirled around for meThe zipper wrapped underneath her crotch, between her butt cheeks, ending at the small of her back. “I put a lot of effort into it.”I nodded and went in for a hug. “Happy Birthday,” I said.She raised a hand to stop me, “Uh, where’s your costume?”I looked down at my jeans and t-shirt. “Missed the memo, I guess.” I laughed.“Mmmm…. okay.” She kissed me on the cheek and wrapped her arms around my back, “Thanks for coming.” I felt her hands slide down my back until they stopped on my ass and groped me.“Mmmm….” She grinned, sniffed my breath. “Are you already drunk?”“I’m a little buzzed.”“The party just started.”“I got here early.”“Early?”I nodded.She stepped closer to me until her breasts were touching my chest. I could smell her conditioner. Peaches. She placed a hand on my sternum and leaned up to my ear. I felt her breath on my skin. Warm, wet.“Fun fact, I think that’s sexy as hell.”“Yeah?”She bit almanbahis giriş her lip and nodded. “Wanna know another fun fact?”“Sure.”Her voice dropped to a whisper.“It’s gonna be your cum in my ass tonight.”By then the party had started raging. Music was blaring, bras were unstrapping, hands were flailing. Bodies were sweating. Natalie and I stumbled into the bathroom. Her hands were all over me, grabbing my ass, fondling my crotch, slipping underneath my shirt. I grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall. My lips met her’s and my tongue danced inside her mouth. We breathed into each other’s lungs, soaking up the other’s exhalations and making ourselves light headed. It was euphoric. My skin tingled.She pushed me onto the toilet, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down with my boxers. She took my cock in her hands and licked the tip.“Something wrong?” I looked down and noticed my dick standing at half-mast.“It’s the booze.”She giggled, her hands stroking my cock lightly.“Don’t take it personally, I really wanna fuck you.”“Okay, just checking.”She unhinged her jaw, whipped back her hair, and fixed her eyes on my crotch, then took my cock’s full length down her throat. I nearly gasped out all my breath – I’d never felt a feeling like that before.I took her hair in my hands and gripped it tight. I forced her lips to the base of my cock and held her head there as I drowned in pleasure. I could hear her gagging, gurgling, gasping. 

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Same bus. Same time. Same Story. Different week.Ever since my little encounter on the bus about a month ago, I’ve actually found myself volunteering to lock up the bar I worked in on Thursday nights – the local student night – on the off chance I’d again run into my mystery girl on the last bus running out of town.I’d been running the experience through my head, and it had become my go-to wank fantasy, becoming a more and more horn-inspiring scenario every time I reached for the tissues.She’d taken my number, although I’d never really expected a call; I didn’t even know the girls’ name, but sometimes a man just has to hope.Perhaps I’d made an impression on her too; if cumming on her face hadn’t made the experience memorable for her, then nothing would. Without her phone number though, I was effectively impotent and completely in her power, so all I could do was wait, hope and take the last home on the night she was most likely to be in town.It raised an eyebrow the first Thursday I’d volunteered to take the lock-up shift in the bar; the second week, my colleague assumed I’d lost my mind; on the third, he’d cottoned on that my unusually charitable behaviour was dick related and simply gave me a nod, following the bartenders’ version of omerta.He now left on Thursday nights, with nothing more than a look that said, ‘Remember where the cameras are!’ assuming that I screwing some woman I shouldn’t – likely a married regular – after hours in the bar, which had happened more than enough times for a non-verbal signal to exist between us. I’d struck out though, four weeks and no joy, and now – on the fifth Thursday – I’d just fallen back into the habit of half-dozing on the last bus, rather than sitting up like a wired ferret every time the door of the bus opened to let on a new passenger.When my phone buzzed in my pocket, I barely registered the vibrations; it did that specific double buzz though, which let me know that it was a text message I’d received, rather than any sort of social media interaction, so I pulled my phone out to take a look.The message read, Remember me?I checked the number; it wasn’t one I had stored, which unfortunately wasn’t unusual; like every bartender worth their salt, I knew god-knows how many people in the trade, and it was an industry where phones were lost, damaged or stolen on a remarkably frequent basis.A strange number could be my best mate calling me off a burner phone, as easily as it could be a half-stranger hitting me up looking for a late drink or inviting me out for one. ‘Sorry mate, you’re going to have to be a bit more specific…’ I fired off in return.The phone buzzed again, almost instantly vibrating for a second time, signalling a quick follow up message.If I’d been half-asleep on the empty bus, message one rectified that; it was a selfie of a pretty twenty-something blonde with cum splashed on one side of her face. The follow-up text read, Sure you don’t remember me?Oh – I think I’ve seen your face before somewhere, I replied, re-checking the spelling a half-a-dozen times, feeling my heart start-up like a drum before hitting the [SEND] key.There was no delay in the response, Can you guess what I’m doing?Afraid of guessing wrong, I tried to buy a little clue, ‘Well, you’re not on the bus…’No, the message came back with a whole succession of smiley-face emojis, ‘but we are playing Truth or Dare again.’My pulse went up another notch, and I could feel it beating in more places than just my chest now. ‘Great game!’ I fired send back, just as quickly as my fingers could touch the keys.In the small delay between texts, I saved the random number to my phone as: [Bus Girl!!!].Oh, you like? she asked, followed by a series of emojis that, beyond the occasional smiley-face, I was at a loss to translate.Rather than fuck around colons and close-parenthesis, I sent the smiley-face I had saved on my almanbahis phone, which had been the focus of so much of my recent personal time –  the picture I’d snapped of the girls’ smiley cum-stained face.I followed up with my own text, Yes – I like that game.You bastard, she texted back, echoing the words she’d used lustily after I’d cum her face without warning.I didn’t send an instant reply, my eyes caught by the two images in my message trial; in the grand scheme of things, I think I could be forgiven for being a bit distracted – it was my cum on the pretty girls’ face after all.My phone vibrated again in my hand, snapping reality into focus, Wanna play again?All thoughts of trying to play it cool were lost as I read the question, with ‘Fuck, Yes!’ being the response I sent back.A full minute must have passed, which felt like a life sentence in horny bloke time until the girls’ reply came in.OK – well, I get to go first, so: I DARE you to stay on your bus, she’d clearly guessed that I was on the same bus route home again, until you get to stop 137@Colebridge Road.I started to formulate a response. Even given the circumstances, it was actually quite a big ask; the stop she mentioned was about thirty minutes past my own, and there’d be no bus coming back towards my flat and even less chance of calling an Uber out so far from the nearest town at this time of night.Fuck it – I decided to gamble and risk a night walking home without a coat in the winter cold. About the only thing I really knew about the Colebridge Road area was there was a shit load of student accommodation out that way – it was worth the risks.I started typing a response, but my phone buzzed with follow up instructions, DON’T message me again unless you complete your DARE – when you get to the bus stop, text me back and tell me what colour the bench is there – get it wrong, or text me without the answer and I’ll block your number. I hesitated, frozen, even as the bus skated past my stop – well, there was no turning back now.  As I sat on the bus, I wasted the time to my new destination by flicking between the two photographs I had of the girl; fantasising about what was waiting for me at the bus stop and allowing my cock to harden with memories of the girls’ previous promise to suck me off.Even if her only plan was to give me a quick blow job at the bus stop, it would be totally worth it. Thirty minutes along the road, I hit the bell to request the bus stop and disembarked with my cock halfway hard, which I did my best to hide with a limp, as I walked past the driver, jumping off at what was basically a shelter of the side of a busy road.The sound of the bus pulling off and shifting gear perfectly punctuated the deflating of my cock and ego as I took in that the stop really was just a shelter with a bin – there wasn’t a fucking bench of any colour!?Had I got off at the wrong fucking stop?! The fucking sign was right there though, definitely stop 137.My blood started to rise again, only this time in anger, convinced that the girl had played me; I grabbed my phone and fired off, There isn’t a fucking bench here.I checked for typos, seeing that my tone sounded like a pissed off child, but sent off the text anyway.The phone buzzed straight away, That’s right! – We thought you weren’t cumming!I calmed myself and tried for a more flirty message, Yeah, it took me longer to get off than I was expecting.The girls’ reply was a message filled with smiley-face and aubergine emojis, and the text Funny! – Well, it’s your go – I pick TRUTH.Truth? – Well, there was only one thing I wanted to know about her, Where are you?I expected there to be a gap before the girl got back to me with some, hopefully very detailed, instructions as to where she was, so I was surprised when my phone buzzed again, opening the new message before my eyes had even taken in the screen.Rather almanbahis yeni giriş than a message, my phone showed a GPS dot.Not sure if I was allowed to replay this time, I just set off following the blue line outlined by my phone’s mapping app. The way took about ten mins and led to a nice looking apartment block about five stories high, set back secluded from the passing main road.Unfortunately, my progress was barred by a high fence set between me and the building I was aiming for.There would obviously be a gate in it somewhere, but given the rules for the bus stop, I figured this was the place to send the girl a message, OK – I’m at your dot?I DARE you to climb that fence and the fire escape stairs, I looked up, seeing the fire escape for the first time, judging the fence to be about ten feet high, the fourth-floor fire escape door is open; you have ten minutes to complete your DARE, or the fire escape door will be pulled closed.I glanced at the fence, it wasn’t barbwire tipped or anything like that, and I was up and over it in no time, even with my cock distracting the effort.I was more measured taking the fire escape stairs; it was late – well after midnight now – and I was afraid of waking someone and getting caught.Presumably, this was some sort of closed University accommodation – the girl had mentioned that she lived in halls during our encounter on the bus – so maybe they were used by guests taking the back way in, but I didn’t want to risk it.  On the fourth floor, I found the fire escape door was subtly pushed open and slipped inside, pulling the bar fired door closed behind me.The corridor was deserted, but there were about a dozen rooms, What room number is yours? I texted the girl.The replay was instant, Silly boy – you should have picked DARE – but the TRUTH is my room is 402.Dare? – I should have dared the girl to do what? – Come out naked to the corridor… shit, I should have dared her to come out naked into the corridor – still, at least I knew what room she was in now.I followed the numbered rooms and pushed at the door to 402, which was on the latch, and I slipped straight in, locking the door behind me as I had with the fire escape.   Beside the entrance, there was a closed-door to what I assumed was an en-suite bathroom and beyond that was a large double bedroom, with two single beds pushed against either wall, a pair of small desks set under the window, with various other pieces of future set around the room, for the most part, indistinguishable from one another, due to the piles of women’s clothing scattered all over the room.I took in the room in a single glance before my eyes settled onto the reason I’d made the journey.The girl was sitting crossed-legged on the floor, rather than being dressed for the cold, as she had been when we’d met, she was now dressed for bed; in a thin blue sleeveless strap-top and matching pair of shorts.Both items were almost see-thru, and while I couldn’t exactly make out her body beneath them, I could see that she wasn’t wearing another layer. Her top perfectly framed her, I’d guess, C-cup breasts, which came complete with a pair of very erect nipples and a flat toned stomach.On the bus, I’d only been able to see her beautiful face, grey-blue eyes and blonde hair, but now I took in her entire body, and it was exactly the image of every wank fantasy I’d been living out since we’d met that first time.My eyes settled naturally on her shorts; the way she sat crossed-legged on the floor had pulled the shorts against her lips and clit; just a small twitch with a finger – or the head of a hard cock – would be enough to expose her pussy.The erection I’d been fighting since she’d started texting me won out against my self-control, and I felt myself lengthening inside my jeans.Stepping further into the room, it was obvious the girl had been waiting for me and had almanbahis giriş surely set her pose, perhaps going so far as to make sure her nipples stood out like bullets, even in the sweltering heat of her bedroom.“I was waiting for you,” she said, smiling up at me and taking a sip from the can of cheap cider she’d been drinking from. “I’m glad you came.”Her eyes travelled from my face, assessing my body as I had hers, making me glad I’d been working out hard these past few months.When the girls’ gaze settled on the shape of my only nominally concealed erection, clearly visible as it was through the fabric of my jeans, I felt no embarrassment; she’d seen it before, and I knew had been impressed by what I could bring to the party – it had probably gone some way to earning my invitation over tonight.Trying to stay calm and keep things light and gamey, I said, “I haven’t yet.”The girl sipped her can and again, licking her lips before answering, “No?”I’d caught the flick of her tongue and think I saw a fidget in her posture as she sat.I’d waited long enough – more than four weeks, in fact – so said exactly what was on my mind, “I’ll show you mine If you show me yours.”Her smile was wicked, “Is that a DARE?”“Yes,” the word was out my mouth before I’d even formulated a thought, and I silently cursed myself for not pushing further; would she suck my cock if I dared her too?There wasn’t even a second to change my mind; without hesitation, the girl reached down and pulled her shorts to one side – exactly as I had fantasied of doing – exposing herself to me.Her pussy was small, shaved bald, with wet lips and the bud of her clit sitting prominently above them. She’d talked like a slut on the bus, but that wasn’t the image that greeted me now I could actually see inside her pants.Even from a few paces away, I could see how wet and aroused she was, and even in that state, it was going to be very tight if I was lucky enough to get my cock inside.I might literally have been drooling with lust, which the girl raised another pitch by gently rubbing up and down the lips of pussy; teasing me by letting the barest tip of her index finger slip inside before taking that wet finger and circling it around her clit.My single-mindedness was broken as she pulled her shorts back into place – if barely covering herself could be considered in place.A moan of longing escaped me, which made the girl laugh, drawing my gaze again to her face, although it lingered on her breasts as it made the journey.“You like?” the girl asked; I nodded dumbstruck, which only encouraged her and she sucked on the index finger that had been inside her pussy.“Oh, fuck…” I wanted to use her name but thought better of asking in fear that the spell cast over us would be broken if we knew each other’s names. Instead, I answered, “Yes, I like.”The girl stood, gifting a brief glance at her pussy again, with her change of posture, which also pulled the blue top tighter against her breasts, revealing they were bigger than I’d previously guessed at; certainly large enough to bring my cock off.Silently, I added, Tit Wank, to the list of DAREs I’d been compiling since she’d flashed me her pussy, and I truly understood just how far she was willing to take our game.From one of the piles of clothes, the girl plucked a long thin satin scarf, holding it up for me to see, asking, “Hands or eyes?”Hands or eyes? – God, I thought I’d known torment before, but this took its meaning to a level I’d never imaged; to see and not to touch or to feel and be blind?“Hands,” I answered.The girl smiled wickedly at my choice; whether she thought I’d made the correct one wasn’t obvious, but from my perspective, I didn’t believe there was a wrong option.“OK,” she said, “I DARE you…”I had my own dirty smile and cut across her, “No, I think it’s my turn,” my list of DARE’s for her would now reach a second if written down, and I wanted to start ticking items off, “I answered your question.”She smiled, pulling out one of the desk chairs and turning it to face me. “Exactly,” she chided me, “that was a question; I didn’t say TRUTH or DARE.”

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I got to the coffee shop just as Brandi walked to the mic. I didn’t care for most of her poems. She liked free verse and most made no sense to me, but tonight it looked like she had written a sonnet about a love between a horse and a bull. The girls and I had known Brandi for a couple of semesters now. She is a sweet girl with a memory like an elephant but tended to be a bit of a downer at times. We tried to support her the best we could, but she had more down points than up, so we didn’t go out of our way for her.I sat down between Heather and Rach, both of them scooted their chairs next to mine and leaned on me. ‘Oh,’ I thought to myself, ‘this whole thing is so dangerous.’ Brandi finished her poem in about ten minutes. Everyone clapped, but I couldn’t help but think they were just thankful it was over.Brandi came over and sat with us. “Hi girls, hi Jay.”We all said our hellos, and Brandi asked, “So, how did you like my poem?”We all looked at each other. “It was interesting,” said Connie. “Wherever did you get your inspiration for a horse and cow love affair?”“I spent last weekend at my uncle’s farm and watched his horses fucking next to their cow. I just kinda thought, what must that cow be thinking. And what if the horse was fucking the cow. I just started writing, and the rest, as they said, is history.”“You have a unique way of looking at the world, Brandi,” I said.“Yeah I know,” she said, “I’m odd, but you guys love me anyway.”“Yes, we do,” said Sue. “Another great performance.”We all sat around and talked to Brandi for a while longer until Brandi had to leave for work.“So, Jay, where are you taking Heather on your date tonight?” asked Sue.“It’s a surprise,” I said.“Yeah, right,” interjected Connie, “you don’t have a clue yet do you?”“Connie,” I answered. “You four have been my best and closest friends for the past three years. You don’t think I know every like and dislike you have? I know every good and bad date each of you has been on. I know your favorite foods, your favorite songs, even your sexual fantasies. You don’t think I can come up with the perfect date for each of you?”Connie’s eyes started to tear up, I looked at the other girls and they were all crying.“Girls, why are you crying?”The girls all started sniffling and wiping their tears away until Rachel spoke up.“Baby, we are so sorry. You are the best friend to all of us. You’ve sat with us, listened to us, been our sounding board, and sometimes punching bag for three years. You know everything about us, and I think we all just realized how little we know about our best friend.”A random jock walked up to our table. “Is this dweeb bothering you ladies?”Heather yelled at him, “FUCK OFF ASSHOLE, CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE HAVING A MOMENT HERE!”“Excuse the hell out of me,” he said and quickly moved across the room.“Girls, please don’t cry,” I said. “I’ve loved every moment I’ve ever spent with you. You four are the light of my life.”They all stood and surround me, then pulled me up for a group hug. Connie faced me, leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues met for the first time and rolled around for several moments before we broke the kiss. Then Heather, Sue, and Rachel each took a turn. As we finally broke apart, we looked over, and the Jock and his buddies were sitting across the room with their mouths open, watching us. The girls all winked at them, giggled and walked out of the shop with me in tow.Connie and I peeled off at our building as the other three proceeded to their apartments. Connie and I were neighbors on the second floor of building 501. Rach and Sue lived in 503, and Heather lived in 504. Every semester we all tried to move closer to each other, but getting into the same building was difficult. Connie and I said our goodbyes at her door, she entered her room, but yelled back, “Jay, have a great time tonight!”“Don’t worry, your time next,” I said.I dressed nicely in black slacks, a blue button-down polo, and black boots. I knocked on Heather’s door a few minutes to 7:00. Heather unlike the rest of us, had a roommate, and they pretty well hated each other from the first day they met. Jackie answered the door and yelled out, “The dweeb is here.”“Jackie,” I asked, “why do you have to be such a bitch?”“Because I can be.” And she slammed the door in my face.A moment later Heather answered the door in a stunning black mini dress, and black lace-up knee-high boots.“Sorry about the bitch but, it looks like I chose the right attire.”I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.“You look stunning,” I said.“Thank you. So, where are we going?” she asked.“It’s still a surprise,” I replied. “Shall we?”We walked to my car and I opened her door.“Such the gentleman,” she said.“Same as always,” I replied.“Yeah I know,” she said. “It just seems more special tonight.”We drove into town and I pulled up to the valet at her favorite restaurant, Arigato’s Japanese grill.“You’re shitting me right now,” she exclaimed. “Honey, I love that you almanbahis şikayet remembered how much I love this place, but it’s too expensive.”“Heather, this night is all about you, don’t worry about it. I can cover this and a lot more.”I got out and handed the keys to the valet, walked around and opened her door. We entered the restaurant and I told the hostess, “Donner party.”“Oh good evening, Mr. Donner, your table is ready, and the Chef is working on your order. Right this way.”The hostess guided us to a private booth and left us.“Honey, reservations at a restaurant that’s booked weeks in advance, how did you do this?”“It’s a secret,” I said and smiled at her.A few minutes later the waiter arrived, “Your Champagne, sir.”Heather’s eyes go wide as the bottle of Dom was popped and poured in her glass and mine.“What are you doing, you don’t need to impress me?” she whispered. “Remember, I’m a sure thing.”“You and the other girl are worth every penny I’m going to spend on you. It’s not to impress you, It’s to show you how special you are to me.”“Oh look, someone got a love boat… oh my god, you didn’t” as the waiter stops at our table with the Sushi order.”“You pre-ordered everything?”“The nights just getting started, my love,” I said.We spent the next two hours consuming every kind of Sushi except Uni and Mackerel which I knew she didn’t like. Then we finished it off with a Japanese Matcha Tiramisu dessert.“Are you ready to continue our adventure?” I asked.“Don’t we need to pay the bill?” she asked.“No, everything was paid ahead of time,” I responded.We walked out of the front door, and my car was waiting with the doors open and running. “Good evening Mr. Donner”.As we pulled away Heather commented, “We can go to your place.”“Nope,” I said, “we have another stop.”A few minutes later we pulled up in front of The Blue Oyster.“The Blue Oyster,” she exclaimed, “this is like the hottest nightclub in town; I’m not standing in that line for two hours.”“Not to worry, my love.”I pulled up to the VIP Red Carpet. We got out and I walked her to the door. “Good Evening Mr. Donner.”We went into the club and were seated at a private table by the dance floor and live stage.“Jay, honey, you’re doing too much.”“I promise, the other girls are going to get the same treatment, and the money is not a problem for me. I want you to feel special tonight.”“Okay, but no more after this.”“This is it, and then we can go to my place and do whatever you want.”She calmed down and we spent the next two hours talking, dancing, and listening to the band.We left just before midnight and drove to my apartment. we walked up to my apartment door and I opened it, as I walk in, Heather stopped me.“Jay honey, I want you to know this has been the best date I have ever been on, but the girls said I should make sure you do things right. You need to ask me properly to come in.”“Oh sorry sweetie, you’re right.”I took Heather by the hands, leaned in and give her a lite kiss, and asked, “Heather, I really enjoyed our evening together, would you care to come in for a nightcap?”“Perfect,” she said, “yes Jay, I would love to come in.”The formalities out of the way I escorted her into the apartment, and as we got to the living room she turned and wrapped her arms around me, kissed me deeply, grabbed my arms and pushed me back on to the couch. Then jumped on top of me and we continued kissing. Our tongues wrestled for dominance over the other’s mouth for several minutes before she broke our kiss.“Honey, I meant it when I said that was the best date I’ve ever been on, but don’t think it gets you off the hook. I want my three and a half hours of toe-curling sex.”I sat contemplating Heather for a moment. I had thought a lot about it before our date and remembered all the dates and sex Heather had spent talking to me about for the past three years. What I realized, and hadn’t completely formulated until now, was that Heather liked it a bit rough. It’s not really who I am, but I considered it as play acting for her benefit.“Bitch, you better show me some appreciation for that great date I just took you on, or the only thing you’re gittin is an ass woopin.”At first, Heather had a confused look on her face, but then I saw a little smirk form on her lips.“You ASSHOLE,” she yelled, “I’m not giving you shit for that crappy date.”“Oh, yeah, I guess I’m going to have to teach you some respect.”“I’m leaving,” she said, “and turned to leave, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her across my lap. With a quick movement of my hand, I pulled her mini dress up over her hips to expose her bare ass.“What a little slut you are,” I said, “not even wearing panties on our date.”“Not that you would ever notice you dickless piece of shit,” she said. And with that, I brought my hand down on her ass with a loud slap.“Oww,” I followed it with three more hard slaps to each cheek.“Oww, oww, oww, I’m Sorry, oww, please baby, I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”I had to chuckle at this point almanbahis canlı casino because it dawned on me that while I am not a weakling, I’m pretty sure Heather could kick my ass without breaking a sweat.“That’s better,” I said, “now you pull out my big cock and show me how much you appreciate me.”Heather slid off my lap and pulled my pants and boxers down. She took my cock head lightly in her mouth for a few seconds, then pulled it out.“This is so gross, I’m not doing this.”“BITCH, You better put that thing back in your mouth and suck it like you mean it, or those slaps I just gave you are gonna keep coming.”She put my cock back in her mouth and gave me my first blowjob. I was in heaven but needed to keep up the ruse.“You call that a blow job bitch. Get it all in your mouth.”I grabbed her head and pushed it down on my cock, as it slid into her throat, she didn’t even gag. She started sucking hard and fast. After about a minute I yelled, “Oh baby, I’m going to cum.”Heather never let up and went balls deep as my first spurt shot down her throat. She pulled it back to her mouth and took the rest of my load in her mouth. When I finished, she pulled it out and opened her mouth to show me her mouth was full of cum, then closed and swallowed. She then opened her mouth again to show me it was empty. She got up and pushed me back on the couch and climbed on top of me.“Thank you,” she said. “You really do know everything about me don’t you, but babe, it’s my turn. Oh, and the safe word is Snowball. If either of us says the word snowball we have to stop what we’re doing.”“Okay,” I said, “I didn’t go too far just now did I?”“No baby, it was perfect, but now I want to tie you up.”“Oh… okay,” I answered, “I trust you.”“I don’t have any of my toys,” she said, “so I have to improvise” Heather stood and pulled me up “let’s go to the bedroom.”We got to the bedroom. “Down on your knees slave,” she said.I dropped to my knees. “Yes, baby!””Slave, you will address me as mistress, do you understand?””Yes, Mistress.”“Rise slave, and help me remove my dress.”I unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor.“Now slave, I need to be bathed… with your tongue.”“Yes, mistress.”She laid on her stomach, and I began licking from the back of her neck down her body. Heather is a tall curvy hard body with big tits and smooth skin, so licking her body was a dream come true. I only wished I had some honey or something, but soon enough I’d get to taste her own personal honey. I was getting close to her ass, and anticipating the taste and smell when she barked out “My feet slave.”“Yes, mistress.” Now one thing I knew was that both Heather and Sue have foot fetishes, so if I did it right, Heather would have an orgasm or two as I sucked on her toes.Heather was still wearing her Satin Prada Sandals, so I undid the clasps and removed them and began by kissing the bottom of her foot. She moaned lightly as I kissed it but then she screamed, “SLAVE, I SAID CLEAN IT!”“Yes, Mistress.” I licked the bottom of her foot which made her moan again, then I put her small toes in my mouth, and then sucked and licked all around them. She moved her hand between her legs, and within seconds her hand was soaking wet. When I stuck her big toe in my mouth I felt her quake and saw her body start to shutter. I gently set that leg down and moved to the other and repeated the process. After what appeared to be another orgasm I started up her legs, doing a few inches each at a time. Heather seemed completely lost as I continued up her legs to her ass cheeks. I licked every part clean except for her crack, saving that for last.At last, I began licking her crack until I reached her tight little hole. As my tongue found her anus, I licked around and around her tight little hole and as she started to say, “SLaaaaaav”, as my tongue pushed inside. “Oh god… Yeesssss!” she pushed her ass back and up as my tongue assaulted her, after a moment she raised her ass higher, “M… m, mmy P, p, ppuusy slaaaa, eeeet, cllleeeen it.” I moved my tongue to her pussy, licking from her clit to her opening.“Ohh god, oh god, yes, don’t oh…” she came with the most powerful orgasm yet and squirted her sweet juice into my mouth as she came. I flipped her over on her back and proceeded to clean her front. She had a couple of smaller orgasms as I cleaned around her pussy. I finally made my way up to her lushes D cup tits. Her tits were definitely the softest part of her body and felt different under my tongue. She had large nipples the size of a nickel, and they stuck out almost an inch when erect. As I sucked on the first one, she began to moan again, and then pushed and held my head against it as she ground herself against me.“Yes slave yes, oh yes, slave lay down, and I want your dick now.”“Yes, Mistress.” Little formality was left in her, and she got up as I lay down, hopped on and impaled herself to the hilt.“Oh god yes, Oh Jay, that is a masterpiece, I’ve never felt so full.”Forgetting almanbahis casino the game she started fucking me hard and fast.“Mistress, I’m not going to last long like this.”“I… I… I don’t care, cum in me baby… yes, fill me up!”She leaned forward and started twerking even faster which sent me over the edge. As the first spurt left me, she must have felt it, as she stopped and held our pelvises together as I let loose with five more jets. Heather moaned each time I came and then started to convulse with her own intense orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her pussy gripped my cock so tight it hurt a little.She laid like that for several minutes, her pussy gripping and releasing my cock, milking it for all it was worth. It seemed to please her greatly realizing my cock was still hard as she started to pump me again.“God, Jay, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt from a guy, followed by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I can’t believe you’re still hard after that. It felt like you filled me to my cervix.”“Yeah,” I said, “I can’t believe how tight you were gripping me. That was insane.”“The benefit of bodybuilding, baby,” she replied.“Wow, look at the time,” I said. “Fifteen more minutes, till you’re three and a half hours, are up.”  Heather gave me a dejected look, puckered her lower lip and said, “You won’t tell on me if I go a little over… will you?” She smiled and batted her eyes.“How can I say no to those beautiful green eyes, and sparkling smile.”For the next half hour or so we did several more positions. We tried doggie, but she stopped me after a few pumps and said it was hurting a bit. So I asked her if she wanted to try to spoon, so we did. We lay there in a slow fuck for a bit.“Jay, are you okay to go to sleep, or do you need to get off again?”“I’m good for sleep, sweetie.”“Okay, just leave it in me for now, I like the way it feels.”I wrapped my arm around her and put my hand over her boob and drifted off to sleep with my cock still buried in her.I woke to the light streaming through the window, Heather was still asleep but facing me with her head against my shoulder, and her leg across my midsection. I heard my front door open quietly and then whispering. A few seconds later I saw Connie, Rach, and Sue come into the bedroom. Connie saw I was awake and put her finger to lips, sat on the side of the bed and started playing with Heather’s pussy. Heather started breathing heavily and gave out a low moan and opened her eyes.“Jay, who or what is playing with my pussy?”“Morning, Bitch,” said Connie.“Oh thank god,” exclaimed Heather, “for a second I thought you had a cat or something.”“Get up, bitches,” said Sue, “it’s after 10:00.”“So tell us, Heather, how was the date, where did you go, how did our boy hold up?” asked Connie.“Jay said I can’t tell you about the date until he’s finished with all of us, but you were right Rach, Fucking Masterpiece. I will tell you the date was the best I’ve ever been on, and the sex, I won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”“So you ready to take Jay’s morning wood?” asked Rach.“To be honest,” answered Heather, “my pussy feels a little raw this morning, I don’t think I could take it.”“Connie, Sue, want a freebie?” asked Rachel.“No,” said Connie, “I’ll wait for my turn.”Connie licked her fingers and kept rubbing Heather’s clit, and Rach started giving me a blowjob. Sue put her hand in her pants as she watched us. Heather moaned and then put her hand on the side of my face and pulled my lips to hers. We kissed, our tongues dance together while our friends masturbate us together. It only took a few minutes until Heather and I came together. My cum shooting all over Heather’s leg, Rach’s face, and my chest.“Sue, you want some?” asked Rachel.Sue shook her head walked over and licked my cum off Rach’s face, Connie bent over and licked some off Heather’s leg, and Heather moved over and licked some off my chest.“Okay guys,” Connie exclaimed, “enough fun. Sue, you want to go on the next date?”“Sure,” said Sue, “but why don’t we wait till Thursday so we don’t have to get up for class the next day.”“Fine with me,” answered Connie. “Get up and get dressed, so we can go get Sunday brunch.”Heather and I got showered while Sue fetched Heather’s overnight bag from my car. We all got dressed and made our way to Quins Grill for brunch.While we were waiting for brunch and sipping Mimosas, I turn to Sue and asked. “Sue, would you like to go out tonight?”“Oh I don’t know, I don’t think tonight is a good night for me.”“Well is there another night you could go?” I asked.“Ahh, well I guess I’m free Thursday night, how’s that for you?”“Yeah, Thursday is good. Pick you up at 7:00?”“6:00 would be better if you don’t mind.”“6:00 it is.”“Well done, Jay,” said Connie.The week flew by and it was Thursday afternoon before I knew it. I had enough time to plan out Sue and Connie’s dates. I made reservations and pre-paid or opened tabs for everything. I arrived at Sue’s apartment just before 6:00 and knocked. Sue called me to come in, and she was still getting ready. She walked out a few minutes past 6:00 dressed in a form-fitting open back red dress and spike heels. Her hair was styled up in fancy braids.

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