Remember When

Remember When

S.L. Carpenter

Copyright 2011 S.L. Carpenter Cover Art copyright 2011 S.L. Carpenter

Dedication As usual all my books are dedicated to my wife. This one was written for a special couple of friends we have. They asked, I warned, and here it is. Chris and Dave, don't kill me.

Chapter One The gasp for air filled the quiet room, followed by panting mixed with muffled moans and sighs of pleasure. "Shit baby, you're so hot." The man's voice sounded desperate. Another moan rattled the silence that fell after the slap of flesh against flesh. Pam turned her head to the side, her face sinking into the pillow and her fingers grasping the blue silk sheets on the bed. She wanted to scream with each wonderful violating thrust deep inside her. The juices from her sex seeped between her legs and she began to feel the rising heat of passion. She loved how this part of sex felt, how her body tingled and became sensitive, how everything seemed so alive. Rob's hot cock swelled inside her and with a final thrust he cried out in pleasure. Each burst of his seed spurted within her pussy, coating the walls with his essence. Finally it ended and she felt herself begin to relax. His arms wobbled as he held his weight above her and looking down, he smiled. Their escape into this reckless abandon was over for now. He took a deep breath and pulled his cock free. Pam just lay on the bed, her inner thighs sore where Rob's hips had pounded against them. The internal burn of irritation was a reminder of how long it had been since they last had sex. He had just come back from a business trip. It had been poorly timed, since it had left her with the planning, organizing, phone calls and millions of other little details for their plans to move in together. Now it was his turn. "I can't believe you're going away for two weeks. We're moving soon, Pam. Why do you have to go now? I just got back and we haven't had sex in like--a year!" Rob lay on his side, propping his head up on his hand as he talked to her. Pam pulled the long strands of hair away from her face. She felt like a cross between a sheepdog and Cousin It from the Addams Family. Her hair was all over the place. "Oh quit whining, you baby. You were only gone for a little over a week." "Well it felt like a year. I had to talk to Willie every night to assure him we'd get laid again." He grabbed his cock with a grin. She rolled her eyes. "Look, after being stuck with all the wedding plans I need a break. There's the cake, the disc jockey, the church, the reception, the decorations, the favors, groomsmen tuxedos, bridesmaid dresses, hair appointments, getting registered. Then there's picking the food menu, the stationery, having the invitations spell my parents name as Cocks instead of Cox, not to mention dealing with your mother. And getting the gown was a fucking nightmare." Pam put her hands to her face as the stress swamped over her again. "I didn't know. I'm sorry." Rob paused. "What happened with the dress?" "The old lady who was fitting it said I needed to get a smaller ass. Then she said that if I was going to wear a white dress I needed to be a virgin. Celia spewed her cappuccino

all over the floor and laughed when I said I was a virgin. Then the woman took forever pinning it and I had to pee so bad I felt like a hot water bottle. She pulled the fastenings real tight and it squeezed so hard I farted - and almost peed myself." She winced. "Jesus. That bad?" "Yeah. Good thing she left me alone for a few minutes. And a damn good thing they had a large empty soda cup there, because I couldn't have managed to find a rest room or use it with all those pins in the dress. But then the manager came in and picked up the cup by mistake, took a sip after I'd peed in it and said the tea tasted funny." Pam shuddered. "It was horrible." Rob tried to think of something humorous to say but decided against it. He figured if he made fun of wedding things he might never see Pam's pussy again. Ever. "Well I kinda like your ass the way it is." "I told you Rob, I really want to go see my grandma before we get married. She might not be able to make it to the wedding and I haven't seen her in a while. When I was little I'd go to their house and really clear my mind and relax. I need some time to think." She untangled her legs from the sheets and rolled onto her back. Rob kept looking at Pam's nipples as they stood up from her breasts. He clenched his teeth together against the intense urge to rub them with his fingertips. "Think about what? Are you changing your mind? What's wrong? Why--?" Rob quickly shut up when Pam glared at him. "I just want to go see her. You know how close we are. She practically raised me. Nothing's wrong." She sighed loudly and continued. "You go have fun with the guys and your little bachelor party. I'm going to stay with her for a bit, and then I'll come back." "Well, if you're sure. Alex told me he has a few surprises lined up. He said he's hired this girl that can open twist-off caps from beer bottles with her…um, never mind." Pam raised her eyebrow and snorted in disgust. "Keep it up numb-nuts, and I'll never do that little trick with a cherry stem again." Rob cleared his throat and closed his legs together. "Yes dear." "Besides, waiting two weeks will make the honeymoon that much better." She smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Yeah but my balls sure won't be happy about it." "Aww, poor little Willie…" she reached over and patted his cock. "Little? You said it was just right!"

### The three-hour drive to her grandmother's relaxed Pam. It gave her time to think about the many changes that were about to happen in her life. Getting married was a big step. Next to graduating from college and losing her virginity to James 'Donkey Dick' Patterson at the senior prom, this was one of the big three major milestones in her life. Overall, her life with Rob was fine. Fine. The word hit her like a bug on a windshield. She thought of that analogy when she saw a flying bug splattered in front of her face. She figured the last thing to go through its mind was its asshole. Fine…that word again. When she first met Rob things were crazy. She couldn't help smiling as she remembered how they'd met at her friend Celia's wedding. She'd been one

of the bridesmaids and Rob was a groomsman. They both got pretty drunk and she'd bumped into Rob during the reception. He had helped her to the ladies room. After she went inside and took a much-needed pee, she'd come out to see him waiting for her like a true gentleman. It was so cute and old fashioned. Of course, after a few more hours at the bar there was nothing old fashioned about the way she'd given him a blowjob then fucked him while still wearing her bridesmaid dress in the back of the limousine parked outside. That spontaneity, the excitement they both had for the first year or so, were incredible. There were no boundaries to the uninhibited fun they shared. They would play and joke all the time--not just when it came to sex part, but in daily life as well. Of course sexually the two of them were adventurous. There weren't too many places or things they didn't try. The time on the wood bench in the park had been a bad idea. Especially when the bench broke and Rob had to get those wood splinters taken out of his balls. But over time something changed. They moved in together, became more comfortable and more successful in their careers and things slowed down. The fun times became a little more serious and sex for Pam became more of a routine. She couldn't remember the last time Rob had thoroughly seduced and fucked her like he used to do. They were both exhausted and simply forgot all the fun things that drew them so close together. Now they were a settled couple, taking the next logical step and getting married. She loved Rob with all her heart. He was a good man and she knew he loved her too. But Pam was taking the biggest step in her life and she really needed time alone to decide if this was right. Was Rob Mr. Right or just Mr. Right Now? She had no problem finding the way to the country home of her grandparents--the roads hadn't changed. But other things had. Everyone in the family had moved away except her. She hadn't visited in a few years but going to see them gave her the feeling of coming home. This was her little mental vacation. As she pulled up the driveway it was as if a weight seemed to lift off her shoulders. Then all she could see was a wide familiar smile and a big set of open arms enveloping her like a blanket. Her grandmother cried as she hugged her tightly. "Hello Grandma." The old woman wouldn't let go. "It's been way too long, honey. Since Grandpa passed I've been so lonely. I missed you and the rest of the family." She paused and wiped her eyes. "Except your brother's wife Tessa, Lord that woman is a bitch. I'm tempted to slip some laxatives in the brownies I make for them at Christmas, but I'm always scared the kids will eat them." Pam got her bags from the trunk, took them inside and spent the day catching up. What little she'd brought with her unpacked easily into the same room she'd stayed in as a child. Even though everything seemed so much smaller now. She couldn't help but grin as she opened the closet and peeked to the corner floorboard. Kneeling down she popped the board up with her car key. Reaching into it she pulled out the small wooden doll her grandpa had carved out of an oak branch she brought him. Grandma made a little dress for the doll out of some cloth she had left over from the drapes she was sewing for the kitchen. Memories like this are forever.

The afternoon went by quickly and soon turned into a beautiful early evening--after dinner they went outside to the large wood porch that overlooked the front of their land. Pam sat quietly, the cool country breeze refreshing and soothing as she swayed on the comfortable porch swing. Its wicker back crackled with every movement. Being on the outer edges of the country sure had its perks, and Pam knew that after her marriage, any time to enjoy the simplest of pleasures would have to take a back seat to life. The rhythmic creaking of her grandma's rocker and the peaceful silence between them gave her a glimpse of contentment. She could remember when Grandpa had been out here too. The peace had been the same, warm and loving. That was what she wanted…true love. "Pammy, why did you really come out here to see me? Is everything okay?" Grandma always had a way of reading her grandchildren. After a pause, Pam sighed. "I'm just thinking. I needed some time away and this house always was so quiet and peaceful. Maybe I'm just not sure about getting married. I don't know." With a reassuring smile, Grandma nodded. "Grandma, when did you know that you met your true love?" "Oh dear. That was so long ago, and you know it's damn funny how at times I can't remember squat. But I will always remember meeting my true love." She tucked a light knitted blanket around her knees and leaned her head back against her chair. "Sweetheart, you'll know when the man you love is really Mr. Right. You'll feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Also your little fuzzy parts will tingle, if you know what I mean. Everything will be as it should and you will be truly happy." She paused with a wicked smile across her face. "Just thinking back to those times makes me horny." "Er...okay then." Pam decided to let that one go. "Tell me about falling in love, Grandma." She leaned against the porch swing as it swayed in the breeze. She was comfortable, cozy, had a tall mug of fresh coffee and a soft afghan wrapped around her like a cocoon. It was a perfect time to hear a romantic story. Grandma took a sip from her cup and sighed. "It was the summer of '58. Rock music was the rage and everyone wanted to dance and go to the lake to make out. Everyone but me, of course. I was brought up in a strict house. Your great-grandpa was a Christian man and believed that people shouldn't do all these sinful things teenagers were doing at the time. He was a typical prude. Actually, now I come to think about it, my father was an asshole." Leaning closer to Pam she continued, "It's no wonder my mom was screwing the milkman. You never heard about your great-grandma, did you? I could tell you stories about her and milkman Mark. When it came to home service, he serviced mom well. We never paid for milk…ever!" She snickered to herself, then drew back into the story. "Anyways, I loved to sneak out and go to my friend Lucy's. We were inseparable, us girls. They used to say our names together. Kris and Lucy. Krisandlucy, all in one, you know? We did everything together. Except share boyfriends. You know if I was inclined, I bet she and I would have ended up lesbians. But back then those things were never discussed." Another pause. "Pity. I've often wondered..." Pam had no idea what was coming next. But apparently Grandma decided to get back on topic.

"Every once in a while you meet people that connect with you on every level. Then things go beyond the normal and get almost supernatural because you think, act and do things the same. Kinda scary if you ask me. Lucy and I were like that." Pam smiled as she listened to her Grandma pull what was obviously a great memory out of her past. "Anyway, about sucking dicks." Pam almost spewed her coffee all over herself. Where the hell had that come from? Oblivious to her granddaughter's surprise, the old woman continued her line of thinking. "There's a right way and a wrong way to suck a dick. Men will never tell you this because to them…any hole they can stick their dick in will suffice. If you ever get asked to do a wax job, say no. Ears are not made to have peckers poked in. Most men are narrow-minded, too. Their focus is on that narrow corridor between your legs. It's like a gynecologist with tunnel vision, it gets pretty damn pathetic." She sipped again. "Where was I? Oh yeah, sucking dicks." Grandma was on a roll. " This can make or break your marriage. If you ain't in the mood and you feel all yucky, not feelin' at all sexy, just blow the guy and he'll be happy. I know things are different now than when I was younger, but there was many a time when sex was the last thing I had on my mind. So a blowjob always seemed to ease the pain of that man, and stop all that whining and pouting and acting like a fucking baby because he felt his pecker was neglected." "Grandma, that's a little too much info. I don't need to know about you and grandpa's sex life." Pam knew she probably had an awkward look on her face since she was trying like hell not to visualize what her grandmother was saying. "You know a man can have grey hair everywhere but his pubic hair is black as night. Weirdest thing." Grandma paused and swigged her iced tea some more. "Sorry dear, you asked about true love. Okay honey, sit back and relax. Let me tell you about true love." With a deep breath, grandma began her story.

Chapter Two The year was 1958. The world was changing and lo and behold, it had discovered rock and roll. Kris's house was at the end of Carpenter Street. She had a great view of pretty much everything from there, as it spread along the sidewalk and the windows faced the road. Her room was on the right and she could see all the buildings across the street. On one side was a large maple tree. It was the perfect height for climbing out her window and just a short drop to the grass away from the front door. It was her escape route when Kris needed a break from parents and siblings. She loved her brothers and little sisters but enough was enough. She hated babysitting, especially when it meant she had to watch her bratty twin brothers for free. She also climbed out on one of the tree's longer branches to look across the way at Willy Strong's house. He was on the football team and lifted weights in his side garage at night. What a beefcake. He had a small willy though. All that muscle and no cock to go with it--what a waste of a man. One hot summer afternoon, Kris sat in her room, waiting for Lucy to come by and share details about the new boyfriend she'd sworn was part horse. That night she was going to show him off and the two girls had a deal all worked out. Kris was nineteen, working part time for her Mom at the diner as a hostess, and bored stupid. To top it off she was still a virgin. Well--technically a virgin. She'd seen men naked, given a few drive-in-movie hand-jobs, and let Dennis Fairchild feel her up after the senior dance. He was such a pervert, but Kris was curious and he was silly. He came in his tuxedo pants and his mom had to have it dry cleaned after peeling two layers of skin off his leg because he let it stick to him for three hours. The story was all around the neighborhood in hours since Harriet Fargo had a part-time job at the cleaners. Lucy introduced Kris to the bathtub faucet, showing her where and how to sit and changing the way Kris took baths forever. Since then, she'd upgraded to shower massages and vibrators. Lucy also let Kris watch her with her boyfriends. One day when Kris and Lucy were together at Kris's house, a loud rumble echoed down the street. The birds scattered and their quiet little world was suddenly more modern than before. There, coming down the road and past the house, was a god on wheels. He was all wrapped up in a leather jacket with curly reddish brown hair and straddling a motorcycle. Kris couldn't take her eyes off him. He was gorgeous. "Shit, who was that?" Lucy hurried to the window and stood beside her. Kris stared. "I don't know. But he sure looks nice on that motorbike. I always wanted to ride one of those. All that power vibrating between your thighs. Like riding the wind." "Uh, okay." Lucy grabbed Kris' hand. "Come on Cinderella, I promised to show you something tonight. My parents are going to dinner and the movies with the Clemens'. So

we have the house to ourselves for a while." Lucy wiggled her eyebrows and smiled at Kris. "You are so bad Lucy. If your parents knew what you did…they'd throw you out." "Who cares? I'd come live with you. Your dad and mom love me." She batted her eyes and put her closed hands together against her cheek. "I'm just a little angel to them." "That's 'cause you flashed my dad your tits and ass after leaving the bathroom door open when you took a shower over here. He was in there for hours after that weekend." Her arm was almost jerked out of its socket as Lucy pulled her out through the window, onto the tree to freedom. They giggled together as they ran all the way to Lucy's house. "Okay Kris. I want you to stay here in the closet. Nick's coming over in a bit. I have to get ready. Wait 'til you see the little bra and panties I'm wearing." Lucy rushed out the door. Kris stood in the dark. Looking around all she saw was slivers of lights from the bedroom. Sweaters, some of them hers that Lucy borrowed and never gave back, surrounded her along with an array of white cotton blouses. She felt so silly--kind of like a female Peeping Tom. It seemed like a few moments later when knock sounded at the front door and Kris heard voices mumbling. She almost ran out of the closet and fled, but another part of her told her to stay. The pounding of someone running up the stairs was followed by louder thumps of someone following. "Hurry up Nick. My parents are gone for a while so let's not waste time." Lucy stood beside her little bed that was decorated with an assortment of stuffed animals. With one smooth swipe Nick pushed all the animals aside and climbed onto the quilt. He was on his knees and grabbing at Lucy, holding her arm and pulling her to him. "Come here you little tease." His voice was deep and strong. Kris could see him more clearly now. He was a large boy, dark messy hair, very wide shoulders and a rough edge to his look. His smile even made Kris's panties moist. She reckoned if she looked up the word beefcake in the dictionary, his picture would be right there. As she watched she could only imagine the feelings her friend was having. Nick pulled up Lucy's sweater, untucking it from her cotton skirt. With a quick tug it was up over her head, and Nick was staring at her breasts. They were covered, but only by the thin lace of a black bra. "Mmm. Damn I love looking at you. I really like this new bra. It makes me want to suck on your titties even more." Kris giggled silently, as her own nipples began to tingle. Lucy reached to her side and unbuttoned her skirt, the short zipper loosening it enough to slide down her legs. She wore tiny black panties to match her bra. "Oh yes, the ensemble is complete." Nick growled as he stared at Lucy's body. "I know you don't like me talking like this Lucy, but I really wanna fuck you bad." Falling into the mood, Kris' eyes closed. She couldn't imagine why Lucy wouldn't get turned on with Nick talking dirty to her. She leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees to see through the doors better.

Kris knew that Lucy planned this little show for her. She had a ringside seat where she could watch two people playing around. But the playing was soon going to go up a notch this time. Nick was on his knees as Lucy knelt beside the bed. Kris could see Lucy looking up at him as she unfastened his belt. For a moment, Lucy glanced over to her closet doors and Kris. She smiled and winked to her as Nick turned his head and pulled his shirt loose. Lucy undid his button and unzipped his fly. With her hand she reached in and pulled out his cock…his very long, thick cock. Kris bit her lip, hard. The thought about the relationship to size of a man's feet and cock size crossed her mind. Nick must have to buy those wide long red shoes that clowns wear. Good Lord, this guy was…fucking huge. She could see perfectly as Lucy licked her lips and grinned. Kris was only seven or eight feet away and swore she could feel him pressing that huge cock into her mouth as he did it to Lucy. Kris was jealous, and yet she felt like a part of it. She swallowed as she watched Lucy lick the head of Nick's cock. She stared in awe as the shaft slid in and out between Lucy's lips and a tiny drop of drool trickled over her chin as she absently mimicked her friend's movements. Nick groaned as Lucy slid his cock deeply into her mouth. Lucy's eyes were closed tight and Kris watched her wince as his cock must have hit her throat. She pulled back and Nick groaned again. With a pop she let him free and gasped for air. "Damn Nick. I almost gagged. You're so big." Nick smiled. "You know exactly what I like to hear." He reached down and pulled Lucy up to him. Her face in his hands, he led her mouth to his. His lips barely brushed hers and he whispered as they kissed. "You gonna let me eat that tight little pussy of yours? Or are you going to make me beg this time?" Kris' knees buckled with Lucy's. She could hear every sexy word. Nick helped Lucy lie down on the bed. He gazed along her body and peeled her black underwear down her legs. His cock was still hard and protruding from his pants but his mind was obviously elsewhere. He kneeled at the end of the bed, holding Lucy's leg against his chest. Even though he was a young man, he was built along adult lines with the ruggedness and muscled tone of a construction worker. Apparently he was also clever enough to know that his way to a woman's heart was right between her legs. He gently kissed Lucy's ankle and let his fingers toy with the opening of her wet pussy. Kris could only gasp as she saw Lucy unfasten the front clasp of her bra and grab her breasts. She had seen Lucy naked before, since they had stayed over at each other's houses many times and spent a lot of nights sharing the same bed. But this was a side of her friend she hadn't seen, and now appreciated more than ever. Lucy was a woman, no longer the little girl she'd grown up with. Nick's tongue slowly traveled down Lucy's leg and he climbed off the bed and pressed his face between Lucy's thighs. From Kris' viewpoint she could only see the side of Lucy's legs and Nick's head moving between them but it was so - arousing. Her hand drifted south and found a warm place to rest as her need grew. Her fingers began to rub against her wet underwear as her mind played a familiar game with her. She could see Nick eating Lucy's pussy. She could see how Lucy was coming unglued. But she couldn't feel it herself.

Kris pulled at her underwear enough to let her fingers slide between the wet folds of flesh. She had a perfect view of everything and she now envisioned herself in Lucy's place--having this beefcake man eating her pussy and hovering on the verge of climax. Lucy pushed her pelvis up and Kris watched as Nick lifted her ass off the bed with his hand and his tongue swiped up and down her sex. Kris continued to tease herself and made herself so excited that she was afraid she'd come right then. Lucy shrieked with joy and began to giggle. She was coming and her laughter was the sign of her release. "Oh no you don't. Not without me, you little tease." Nick dropped her ass down and Lucy clenched her legs together tightly. She looked over to the closet and seemed to remember Kris was watching her. "You ready to fuck now, Nick? You wanna fuck me?" Lucy rarely said stuff like this. But she knew what was next. Nick tugged his pants free and grinned. He grabbed a rubber from his pocket and had it ready, slipping it over his cock. He grabbed Lucy's knees and spread her legs apart. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lip. "Gimme a minute to recuperate, Nick." Lucy's words fell on deaf ears. Nick climbed up the bed and lay on top of Lucy, almost smothering her with his size. He pushed his body up from hers and positioned himself. Kris could see between them and watched as Nick lowered his cock into Lucy. Her whimpers were almost cries for help. Lucy was getting what she asked for. Kris wanted it too. And as Nick entered Lucy, she let her finger slip into her own pussy. She watched as Nick plunged over and over into Lucy. Her own fantasies were being acted out for real before her and she longed even more to have it happen to her. He threw his head back and groaned loudly, clearly enthralled with the pleasure they were having. Lucy moaned and gasped with each stroke into her body. She was about to come again. Nick was sweating and he moaned with each long, hard thrust. "Oh damn Lucy, I'm gonna come, oh shit--" He couldn't know there was going to be a threesome orgasm happening as Kris feverishly stroked her clit. She muffled her own moans in one of Lucy's sweaters and closed her eyes. She was there, right at her peak--hiding in a closet with real sex happening next to her. The moans of passion between Nick and Lucy fueled her to go further. She could sense the buildup growing more and more intense and in a blinding flash she came. The wetness seeped from inside her pussy as it flexed around her fingertips. Next to her she could almost feel the heat from her friends. Nick and Lucy had climaxed and were melted together in a heap of flesh on the bed. She hadn't been part of their carnal pleasure, but she was with them nonetheless. Nick rolled off of Lucy and let out a cleansing breath. "Damn. Was it good for you too?" he asked. "Yes." Lucy and Kris answered simultaneously. Nick looked from side to side, a little confused. "You hear that? There's an echo in here."

Lucy smiled. "What are you talking about? You'd better get going before my parents get back, sweetheart. Hurry up." Lucy grabbed a robe from her laundry basket and helped Nick pick up his clothes. He was semi-dressed when he left her room. Kris tried to stand up with knees that shook weakly. She was a mess. "You dimwit, you almost got caught. I can't…what's the matter with you?" A smile widened across Kris' face. "Two more minutes and I would have joined you." She got out of the closet and pulled what she thought was a washcloth from between her legs. It was moist and had remnants from her closet-fun. It was also a very old cloth napkin. "Oh shit. That's my grandpa's handkerchief. He's been looking for that." Lucy grabbed it and went to put it in the room across from hers. She paused and raised it to her nose. "Jeez, papa's going to like it when he has to blow his nose now." She shook her head. "I can't believe you, Kris. You masturbated in the closet?" Kris sat on the bed. "It was hard not to. I watched you and Nick fucking and all I could think about was having sex myself. God, he's so handsome, Lucy." "You get a good look at that cock?" Lucy held her hands apart as if she was judging the size of a fish she'd caught. "Sonovabitch was this fucking long!" "Reminded me of those giant super-wieners down at the hot dog cart." "I'm hungry." "Not surprised. You worked up a hell of an appetite," chuckled Kris. "Come to think of it, so did I." "We are naughty girls." Lucy looked smug. "Yep. Ain't it grand?"

Chapter Three The roar of the motorcycle echoed through the streets. Summoned by the unmistakable sound, Kris rushed to her bedroom window to get a peek at her new dream boy. She saw old man Wilkins walking his little Yorkshire terrier down the sidewalk. They stopped by her mailbox in front of the house and she guessed the critter would be taking his ritual poop on their lawn. Her dad was cussing all the time because he had to clean up dog crap every morning. Now she knew where it came from. The rumbling got louder as Mr. DreamBoy came down the street. As she watched him ride by Kris couldn't help breaking out into a sweat and thinking, "Oh my, he makes me so hot." She hadn't realized her blouse was smoking after leaning over a candle on her desk beside the window. "Oh shit, shit, shit shit…" Kris ripped the fabric away from her skin. Luckily she wasn't burned, but her new white bra had black marks on it so she stripped that off as well. After examining her breasts in her mirror she heaved a sigh of relief. Everything was fine. But she'd forgotten her window was open. Old man Wilkins was still out front and watching Kris--topless. He got so excited he hit his head on low tree branch and staggered backward. He turned and stepped on a garden rake beside the mailbox that hit him square against his head and nuts. He fell over in mind numbing pain and dropped face first into the warm pile of fresh dog poop. Kris shrugged. I guess what goes around comes around. Later that day, Lucy stopped by. "Kris, you know that hunk on a motorbike we saw the other night?" "Oh yeah, he's soooooo handsome. I saw him again this morning." "You want to meet him?" "Well hell. What do you think?" "The guy is staying with Nick. His name is Dave and he'll be there for a couple of weeks. They're cousins." She winked at her friend. "I wonder if they have anything in common?" "You are so bad." "I'll find out and let you know. Maybe I'll become the cream filled center of a hunk sandwich." Kris frowned. "No, he's mine Lucy." Lucy's grin let Kris know she understood. Kris had her eye on the new guy. Not long afterward, the girls headed over to Nick's house. "Quit fidgeting Kris, you look great. He's just a guy." "I know, but I want to make a good impression." "Well then show him your tits. That'll get his attention." For a brief moment Kris contemplated the idea. "No, I can't do that. He'd think I was easy." "…And your point?"

Kris was a bundle of nerves. She waited as Lucy rang the doorbell. The thump of footsteps came closer to the door and it finally opened. "Hello?" There he stood. All six foot something of edible beefcake and the main feature of Kris's recent fantasies. "Hi. I'm Lucy, Nick's girlfriend. You must be Dave." "Well come on in. Yes I'm Dave. Nick just got into the shower. He should be here in a few minutes." "Really, well Dave, this is my best friend Kris. I'm going to go check on Nick, you two can get to know each other." Her angelic smiled turned very wicked. "Go ahead and fuck if you want. Nick may be detained in the shower for a while." "Lucy? That was--sheesh. Talk about blunt." Kris's cheeks burned and she knew she turned several shades of red from embarrassment. Not that she didn't think all the time about taking this walking slab of meat to bed and having her way with him, but they'd barely been introduced. Not to mention that Dave really stirred her up and her thighs were sweating at the thought of it. "Hey, just cutting to the chase here. I'm gonna go get mine. Excuse me, Dave." He smiled at Kris as Lucy left them alone. "It's all right. Don't be embarrassed. You want something to drink? Some lemonade or a soda?" He rummaged through the refrigerator looking for something cold to drink. Kris wandered into the living room and sat on the couch. It was a nice house. A little cleaner than she'd expected. A large brick fireplace spread across a wall, decorated with pictures of families and kids. "My aunt didn't have much in the fridge. Here's some ice water with a lemon." Dave handed Kris the glass. "Thank you." Her eyes were met with a deep brown stare. Kris' legs began to get even hotter as she became lost in his gaze. What started as a few minutes of waiting and sitting next to each other became an hour. They talked about schools, family and the future. Each moment made it clearer to Kris that Dave wasn't just a pretty face. He had firm abs, a great ass fitted into tight blue jeans and eyes she could drown in. He also had his life going in a positive direction. "So, from what the enlistment board told me I'll probably be going to boot camp in a month or so." Dave took a drink from his glass and smiled at Kris. "Well, you'll just have to make these last few weeks really special." She wiggled her eyebrows and grinned at Dave. "I plan to. What are you doing tonight?" "Um, er…" Kris paused, caught off guard. "She's going out with you." Lucy said as she walked into the living room with Nick.

### Even on their first date it was clear that Dave really knew how to treat a lady. The Monster Lives was playing in the local theater and getting there on the back of Dave's motorcycle had already made her horny. That humming vibration from the engine tucked between her thighs had her motor purring. She'd held onto Dave with her legs on each side of him for the whole trip, wishing he would stop the bike and pull over. Of

course her first time might be tough on the leather seat of a motorcycle, especially if it was moving. Since they were going to the only theater within miles, it was always the busiest place to hang out on weekends. When she pulled up, a lot of her old schoolmates stared at her riding with a stud on a motorcycle. For once she was with a Rebel-without-a-cause looking guy. "You want anything?" He motioned toward the little snack bar along the wall as they went inside. "Oh no. Thank you though. I'm watching my figure." Kris answered. "So am I." He said, "You sure?" "Yes, but I need to go to the restroom. Gimme a sec." Kris went into the bathroom and looked at the mob of girls fixing and primping in front of the mirrors. "Kris? Hey Kris, who's that hunky guy you came here with? He's gorgeous." "Oh, it's Dave. Lucy introduced me to him. He asked me out today. I figured it might be fun." This making-the-girls-jealous stuff had its perks. "Fun? Just fun? I'd be all over that guy. That leather jacket, that big chest, I'll bet he's got a huge cock." The girl's eyes widened as she waved her hands around. "If things don't work out with him, Kris, let me know. I really need a good screw before heading back to college." Kris left the bathroom to find Dave waiting for her. "You sure you don't want some popcorn or a drink?" "No thanks, I'm fine." They sat on the aisle seats in the back row, sharing the darkness with a line of couples already making out. Her girlfriends told her that most of the people who sat in the back would kiss and feel each other up when all the lights went down. She had hesitated about asking Dave if they could sit in the back, but he'd obviously read her mind. The movie was about to start and Kris leaned close to Dave. Her lips glistened with moisture as he looked at them and she spoke. "Can you get us some popcorn?" "I thought I asked you about five times in the lobby." He smiled at her and let out a big sigh. "Of course. Anything else?" "A root beer, maybe some of those sour candy things, a hot dog with mustard but no catsup, maybe some Twizzlers or Junior Mints and chocolate covered raisins, large popcorn and a dab of salt." She paused, "Make it chocolate covered peanuts." As the lights dimmed Kris sat alone. She felt a little out of sorts as the ads for the snack bar shone on the screen. "Here you go." Dave juggled fifty things in his hands while trying to get his ass into the fucked-up movie theater seat. He finally sat down and Kris helped him arrange things while the previews for the new Elvis movie played. She started laughing as Dave tried to balance everything. He looked at her and started laughing too. "I'm sorry Dave. I just got nervous", she whispered as she held the drink in her hand. He positioned the popcorn in his lap and balanced the other things on the arms of the seat. "Well I sure hope you're hungry. This lot cost more than the price of tickets to get in here." He snickered as the people in front of them turned around and shushed them.

They sat watching the movie and Kris found herself relaxing as she became more comfortable around Dave. He was being a gentleman and not jumping her before the coming attractions ended. Just then Dave reached his arm around the back of Kris' seat. Oh my God she thought, he's making his move. She glanced over to her left and saw a girl a few seats over moving her hand up and down. It was very dark and she could barely see, but as a bright scene in the movie lit up the theater she realized the girl was giving her guy a hand job. At first she was a bit shocked, but a part of her was fascinated. She'd never thought about it but to her a hand job in a theater was a little naughty and wicked. And one hell of a turn-on. She turned back to the movie and slyly glanced over to the popcorn bucket in Dave's lap. She reached over and rummaged around the bottom of the popcorn. It was almost empty because Dave had eaten all of it but she didn't want popcorn, she wanted to hold his cock. Dave looked down as Kris kept her hand in the almost empty bucket of popcorn. He had to know she wasn't looking to eat the popcorn since she ate every piece of candy he bought in the first ten minutes. And he obviously didn't mind her digging into the bucket either because she could feel it rubbing on something that could only be an aroused cock. He turned to glance at her. She looked up at him and he leaned forward to kiss her. Kris knew their first kiss would be a special one because it would break the first barrier between them. She was expecting romantic and erotic and this kiss had both. It also had some tongue action and a soft moan from Kris. The movie was building to a crescendo of excitement, as was Kris and Dave's passionate kiss. The heat between her legs was rising too and everything was perfect-until that one moment. Kris could almost feel him longing for more so she reached down between Dave's legs then opened her eyes--to see a hideous monster jump up on the screen, nearly scaring the crap out of her. Not realizing Dave had moved the popcorn bucket, Kris grabbed a handful of cock and without thinking squeezed her fingers hard as the monster roared. She dug her nails into Dave's sensitive skin, causing him to yell out a falsetto scream and toss the bucket, leftover popcorn and all, into the air. His arm jerked back in reflex and he hit the root beer cup, spilling it onto Kris' lap making her shriek. She jumped up and the remainder of the root beer spilled over the couple in the next row. So, all things considered, for a first date this one really hadn't gone over too well. She sighed. Riding home behind him on the back of his bike, Kris's wet dress plastered itself against Dave's spine and he had a hard time leaning into the corners without grimacing. He'd loaned her his jacket so she wouldn't freeze, and now he was paying the price for being a gentleman. As they pulled up to her house, Dave gingerly unstuck himself from her and climbed off to walk Kris to the door. She peeled off his jacket and handed it back to him. "I can see you're a little cold," he joked, noticing her nipples budding prominently through her wet dress.

She was battling tears. "I'm so sorry Dave. I really wanted this to be a special date. I like you a lot, and I feel horrible about what happened." "Hey, it was great. The fingernail wounds should heal up in a day or two. I just have to be careful." Dave thought a second, remembering that it meant no whacking off until everything was back to normal. Kris looked for her house key and then paused before opening the door. She waited, and he realized she was debating whether to kiss him or not. It had been a crazy night, but that was one question that didn't need to be asked. He reached over and she smiled as she realized a kiss was coming. But as he pulled her small frame closer, her purse swung loose on her arm and thumped him right in the balls. He whimpered, winced, whimpered again and did his best not to burst into tears of agony. Kris stifled a sob. "That's it. I've ruined any chance with you, haven't I? You won't ever want to see me again." "I think we should take a mulligan on this date and start over tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at seven and we'll go to dinner at this little place I found." Still a gentleman, Dave cupped his balls protectively in his hand as he leaned forward and kissed Kris gently on the lips. Then he slowly walked away--bowlegged. His bike ride home was, truly, hell on wheels.

Chapter Four After that, Kris and Dave's dates went a lot more normally. She quit carrying a big purse and it seemed they spent more time riding his motorcycle to quiet spots for a relaxing day, instead of hanging out in public places. They were really connecting, except in the sex department. Kris didn't know if she was doing something wrong or he didn't like her that way. He had groped her breasts a few times, but hadn't gone for the muff dive yet. Maybe it would happen soon. She hoped it would because she could only take so many cold showers and masturbating with a carrot just didn't do it for her anymore. On one beautiful spring day, they headed out of town to find the lake perfectly still and a light breeze filling the air with the scent of wildflowers. It was the right place, and definitely the right time to lose that darned virginity. "I can't eat another bite Kris. Four turkey sandwiches are my limit." Dave wiped mayonnaise off the corner of his mouth. "Boy, I'm full. Eating like that makes me tired." He yawned and stretched, slipping his arm around her at the same moment. Kris recognized the move for what it was. The girls all knew about the guys and their signals. With the smoothness of butter, Dave was about to do his version of the infamous stretch, yawn grab maneuver. As he swung his arm back, he hit her square in the nose. "Ouch, dabbit Dave, byyy doose!" She fell back as her eyes began to water. "I'm--oh shit, I'm sorry Kris. I didn't mean it." For a man so allegedly adept at dating, Dave was acting like a fucking moron. "What can do to help make it better?" Kris's mind raced as her eyes dried and the pain faded. She had a few ideas about some things he could do to make her forget the little incident. So she lay thinking quietly, with a smile beginning to spread over her face. Maybe it was telepathy. Maybe the planets suddenly aligned, but whatever it was, the two of them had the same thought. It was probably hormones. Dave looked down at Kris on the blanket. The grass and wildflowers scented the soft breeze. The fragrance of spring filled the air. It was mating season. For them at least. .Dave," she whispered. "I've never done it before." "Done what?" "You know. It." "What do you mean?" "I'm a virgin." She covered her face and heard him snicker. "Don't laugh at me." "I'm not laughing at you. I just think it's something you don't have to worry about. Nobody says we have to do it…" For a moment there was silence. "Okay, I lied. I want to do it. I really want to do it. With you." Dave looked into Kris' eyes. "Would you mind if I did something that might help you relax a bit?" Kris wondered what he was thinking. She watched him lick his lips and reach to the hem of her skirt. He lifted it high up her legs to above her thighs. "White underwear huh? Must be pure. I bet it tastes like sugar."

Kris knew one thing. It was now sugar water. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for this, Dave." "Well I am. I'm about to burst." "Hmm." She tilted her head to the side. "Maybe there's something I can do to help with that. Something I saw a friend do for her boyfriend." Knowing she was blushing, Kris pushed Dave to his feet and kneeled in front of him. She hoped her eyes said everything as she looked at Dave, since her throat had dried up as she unfastened his jeans. They tumbled down his legs to his knees and his cock strained within his tightie-whitey underwear. She hesitated, wondering if Dave was like Nick. As she peeled away his briefs she saw the answer to her question. He wasn't as big--but damn, he wasn't small by anyone's measure. "I'm new at this, so bear with me." She swallowed and cradled him. As she parted her lips, Dave closed his eyes as she slipped him into her warmth. He quickly jerked back and winced with a muttered exclamation. "Watch the teeth--". Kris licked her lips. "Sorry, it won't happen again." And she quickly gobbled up his thick cock into her mouth. Something about this turned her on, and she remembered feeling the same way when she'd watched Lucy do it to Nick. Dave swelled in between her lips as she sucked on him. Her fears of not knowing what to do were gone and she followed her heart. Actually she followed her hormones, which raged like an inferno of want. She let the head of his cock pop free from her mouth, loving how it sprang up glistening with her saliva. Kris was torn. She wanted to give Dave this pleasure and help him let go, but was still a bit scared. She could tell by Dave's moaning that she was doing it right, but didn't know for sure what would happen when he came. Would a quart come out? Did it taste like cod liver oil? She figured she'd wait until right before he came, then pull it out of her mouth and jerk him off. Dave wobbled forward as she grabbed his tight muscular ass. Again she slid him between her red lips and drew every inch in as deep as she could without gagging. She listened to Dave's deep moans and could feel his heartbeat quickening as she sucked him in and out faster. "Oh God I'm going to come, I'm gonna, I'm…" Dave arched forward trying to sink fully into Kris' mouth. Quickly Kris backed off and as soon as she pulled him from between her lips his cock bobbed up and hit her sore nose. Dave came, his seed shooting up her right nostril. With a scream she jerked back and he spewed into her eye. There she was with his cock in her hand, half blind, scarcely able to breathe, and yet he kept coming like a fire hose. Her hair got it, her bra and anything else in shooting distance. While Dave tried to adjust his pants and regain his balance, Kris squinted and did her best to clear her nose. She grimaced as her nose ran like she had a cold--but it wasn't mucus coming out of it. She felt like a woman in a circus sideshow with her eye stuck shut, making a strange honking sound and gobs of hair sticking out around her face, like a clown.

Finally she touched a tissue in her purse, pulled it out and tried to wipe away the residue, curing her temporary, sex-related blindness. Was this what they meant about going blind? She crumpled the sticky tissue and started to giggle. "What's so funny?" Dave asked. "Oh nothing. I'm just laughing at my luck. My friend didn't have such a mess when she did it to her boyfriend." She scrunched up her nose and honked again, trying to clear her sinuses. "I guess that's the difference between knowing when to spit or swallow."

### In spite of all the chaos, Dave still believed they'd chosen the perfect day to go for a long motorcycle ride and have a picnic. Lying on the blanket and watching the trees sway with the afternoon breeze, Kris seemed truly at peace. "You know, there is something I want you to do." "Another blowjob?" She turned her head toward him. Pausing for a moment Dave was torn. There ain't anything like a good blowjob. Except maybe some anal sex... "Maybe later. Right now, I want you to lie back and relax." Kris obeyed and watched his hands as he slowly unfastened the buttons on her blouse. He stroked the back of his hand over her fair skin, loving how her nipples quickly became aroused and erect. Dave tugged gently on the fastener on the front of her bra. "Mmm." He lowered his face to her firm breasts and rubbed his lips along her flesh. His tongue peeked out enough to wet her tight nipples. As he paused to suckle them Kris closed her eyes and exhaled and he hoped she was floating in a blissful state of pleasure. With his lips and tongue playing with her breasts, his hand found its way between her legs. Kris's moans guided him as he let his fingers toy with the wet lips of her pussy. Over and over he stroked at her opening through the fabric of her underwear. "I've wanted to do this since we met." Dave climbed on top of Kris and slowly kissed his way down the skin he'd revealed. For her part, she groaned with pleasure. She was finally going to feel what it was like to have a man fulfill one of her secret desires. Dave was going to eat her pussy. In her mind she knew that the next step would be having him put his long thick cock between her thighs and ravaging her. The lust alone set her on fire. Her hips lifted up from the blanket, begging him to continue. His mouth sucked her through the cotton underwear, teasing her to the point of torture. "Yes, yes, yes--" she mumbled as he hummed between her pale thighs. Dave lifted his head up and pulled the front of her underwear down revealing the glistening hair on her pubis. "I want to breathe in your passion before tasting the sweet nectar of your sex." And he took a long, deep breath just above her wet, eager pussy. His choice of the word nectar was, however, a bit ironic. A bee happened to be buzzing by just as he took that breath, and it flew up his nose. "Holy fucking, shit eating, motherfucker, piss stained bastard, cock-sucking…" He shot up, dancing around like a wet raccoon on an electrified grill, and frantically brushing at his face. He finally reached up, plugged one nostril and blew a snot-coated bee out of the other.

"Holy shit--a bee flew up my nose." He gasped and rubbed his nose--then screamed. An entire swarm of the maltreated insect's friends buzzed around Dave as he ran toward the lake. With a yell and a loud splash he jumped in, and submerged himself to avoid the buzzing cloud. Meanwhile Kris lay motionless on the ground. Her breasts were uncovered, her skirt pulled way up, her pussy wet and ready--and she knew there had to be a look of total disbelief on her face. "Why me?"

### After a few days, Dave's swollen nose went back to normal as did the other bee stings and he no longer resembled the Elephant Man. So they went on another picnic at a different lake. Kris prayed it was a bee-free one. They spent the afternoon swimming and playing in the water. It was humid, the air was heavy, and all the laughing and touching they did made the sexual tension between them grow. It was romantic, and Dave always smiled a certain way when he looked at Kris. She felt the attraction down to her bones and wanted to let him know she felt the same way. So late in the afternoon, she quietly undid her bikini top and tossed it to the shore. She was bare and knew what she wanted, telling Dave silently as her gaze fixed on her desire. Dave swam over and grabbed her tightly, kissing her without hesitation. Their eyes closed and their bare wet flesh melted together. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her body react to him. Her legs wrapped around his hips and what started as a simple kiss ended up a full on make-out session in the lake. She felt his cock harden against her and they were just two layers of fabric away from fucking...she was really turned on. A loud rumble shook them from their sexual water fantasy. The afternoon had turned dark as a storm hovered on the horizon. "Oh crap, it looks like it's going to rain." Dave scrambled to find his clothes. He took off his swim-trunks but couldn't find his underwear. So he slid his jeans on and quickly zipped them up. Bad idea. He whimpered and caught his breath. Kris threw on her sweater and grabbed all the picnic stuff they had scattered on the bank of the lake. While she tried to protect their stuff, the light sprinkle turned into a heavy downpour. "Shit." Dave looked around for cover. "Let's go to that little shack over there. We can't ride the bike in this rain and I think I can get it inside." After they closed the wooden door to the shack, Dave hit the kickstand and parked his motorcycle along one wall. They were both drenched, and the rain sounded like it was getting worse as it hit the tin roof of the shack. Thankfully, it didn't seem to leak. "We may be here for a bit." Dave said as he shook himself like a wet dog, letting the water fly off. Digging through the small bag on the side of his motorcycle, he pulled out a blanket and opened it up on the ground. The dust scattered causing him to sneeze. "Sorry.

Allergies suck." Plopping onto the blanket he rolled onto his side and let out a breath of relief. "We can relax a bit and wait. You still have a little food left so we'll have our picnic indoors." He smiled and looked at Kris. The mood was set. The tapping of rain on the roof was the only noise. This was it. Kris dropped the dress she'd grabbed to cover her nearly naked body and stared at Dave. She felt heat between her legs and her heart pounded nervously in her body. All the teasing, all the excuses to not do this vanished. The time was now. Everything was perfect. She stripped off the rest of her clothes, then kneeled on the blanket and crawled over to lie beside Dave. It took six seconds for Dave to get all his clothes off. With hungry eyes he stared at Kris' naked body. He gazed at the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts and the sweet smile on her face. "You are so beautiful." He lay on his side and she figured that was because it was the only way he could manage the kickstand his hard cock had produced. He began to gently caress her and she shivered as the roughness of his fingers touched the silky smooth softness of her flesh. She noticed a smile crossing his lips as he saw the little goose bumps popping up in the wake of his explorations. "Dave, make love to me. I want to feel what it's like to have a man inside me." Kris ached for him. Anticipation made her wet between her legs. Her gaze never left Dave as he slipped a condom over the swollen head and thick shaft of his aroused cock. With a gulp she tried to relax and not be too anxious. "I don't know what to do. I'm a little scared it will hurt." Kris spoke softly. "I'll be gentle. I haven't done this too much myself, to be honest." Dave moved above her, resting his cock against her pubis but holding the weight of his large torso on his arms. Kris put her hands on Dave's lower back and smiled up at him. She felt him swivel his hips, setting his aroused cock at the opening of her pussy. His knees pushed her legs further apart and she wrapped them around his hips, awaiting her first lover. Dave was gentle and slowly moved his cock side to side, just piercing the entrance to her sex. "Mmm, that feels nice." Kris was getting wetter by the second. Their naked flesh brushed against each other. "God you are so beautiful." With a grunt Dave sunk his cock deep into Kris. With a shriek Kris reached up with a closed fist and caught Dave's chin with a right hook. "Owww. That fucking hurts. Jesus Christ, I said go easy!" Dave's eyes finally stopped wiggling in his skull and he wavered above Kris. "I'm sorry. It just felt so good and tight that I couldn't think. I just needed to be buried inside you. You are so beautiful." The brownie points were made and as they began the slow exploration of each other their sex became easier and smoother. Dave kept his weight from crushing Kris as he saw her face bloom with emotions. He touched her chin with his thumb and lifted her head. Kissing her, the warmth between them grew as did the passion. Her body softened, opened, and welcomed him inside. Dave took in a deep breath and quickened his pace, finding himself grinding his pelvis against her as he thrust. He felt her heart pounding in her chest and he began to move

even faster, plunging over and over into her heat. He stared at her face as she closed her eyes. A tear trickled down her cheek from the corner of her eye and she gasped. "Oh God I'm about to burst. I can't hold it…" Kris pulled on his lower back, her nails digging into his flesh, arching herself up to meet him. "It's okay, I want to feel you come." Dave groaned and erupted within Kris. The muscles of her pussy flexed as she began to shudder and moan. Falling into her, Dave rested his hot skin on hers and they melted together. "Dave?" "Yes?" he answered, feeling spent and relaxed. "Um, I didn't come yet. Can we do it again?" Her voice was weak from Dave's weight resting on her. "Let me think…okay." He chuckled. In the short time they spent in the small shelter, they tried missionary, her on top--the magic position for Kris--doggy style and a few positions Dave had read about in the Kama Sutra book his friend had loaned him. The praying mantis position gave him a leg cramp and Kris twisted her back. Their orgasms came and went, mainly for Dave. Thank goodness he had a six-pack of condoms. After the storm cleared they quietly dressed, dealing with the aftermath of their own personal storms. The motorcycle ride seemed like it passed in slow motion for Kris. She was full of mixed emotions. The man of her dreams was with her and she held as tight as possible to him as the cool wind swept by them. Kris wanted to hold on to this feeling inside her for as long as possible, to capture it and hold it close forever. She also was going to have to figure out a way to explain to her mother why she was walking like John Wayne after a hard month riding herd down the trail to Dodge City. At last the ride was over and Dave dropped her off at her house. He gave her a big kiss and hugged her like it was their last day together even though it wasn't. But they both knew things would be changing soon. Dave was going into the service and nothing would change that. This couldn't be the standard fairy tale with a movie happily-ever-after ending. In time they might be together, when he came home, but for now they only had a short time to live their romance to the fullest. It was all about fuck now, worry later. Or in Dave's case, fuck now because you don't know when you'll get it later.

Chapter Five All too soon it was Dave's last night. He was shipping out the next day and Kris was shattered. Was love supposed to hurt this badly? Losing her virginity was nothing compared to the pain inside her chest. After such a short time she'd actually let someone into her heart. Of course, he was special, since she'd let him into about every other part of her body as well. They decided to spend their last night together where they had spent their first time making love. The whole ride was agonizing for Kris. She just held onto Dave as tightly as she could. She didn't want to let him go. She had brought a thin lacy nightgown and she put it on behind a small wall partition in the rickety old cabin while Dave set up the small blanket for a bed. He had lit candles around the room to give it a romantic setting. Deep down she knew he'd miss her terribly but he was putting a strong face on his feelings. She understood that now. Love does things like that to people. They wear their usual expressions yet below the surface are emotions that make an erupting volcano look like an angry pimple. When she stepped out from behind the wooden wall Dave stood bare chested with just his boxer shorts on. He stared at her, awestruck. "You look beautiful Kris. Absolutely beautiful." Blushing, she looked at Dave, fighting back the urge to weep. "I want to make this night special for you. You've made me a woman and I want to remember this night forever." Pulling the little ties on the shoulders loose the thin white gown tumbled down her body. Dave smiled when he thought of how funny it was that women spent so much time and effort on lingerie only to wear it for such a short amount of time. But nevertheless, he gulped at the sight of her and a certain something began to expand and poke its head out of the opening in his shorts. Kris smiled and walked to him. Her hands brushed his hot skin as she circled around him then reached down, grabbing his cock and squeezing gently. "Mmm, he seems all ready." She lay on the makeshift bed and got comfortable, lying there like the angel she was to him. She motioned him closer. Dave felt more like a devil wanting to just jump on top of her and fuck her. He leaned closer, making it easy for Kris to reach out and tug down his shorts. He wiggled out of them and lay beside her. He ignored the fact that it was a little chilly outside, because he knew the rising heat between them would melt the sun. Kris just kept gazing at Dave. She wanted to burn his face into her memory until she saw him again. Slowly she shifted her position and heard a deep moan as her mouth took him in. She was still a relative newcomer to oral sex, but she had developed a knack for it. His cock was hard as steel and she just kept sucking up and down on it, hearing him moan and groan.

She'd discovered that doing this made her horny. Her pussy got wet so quickly and she'd found that giving him pleasure gave her pleasure in return. The more she sucked and stroked his cock, the more her pussy ached to have him inside her. Releasing him for a moment, Kris looked up into his face. "Can you hand me a condom?" He frantically reached over for his pants and pulled one of the few condoms he had. Kris kept stroking Dave with one hand as she tore the wrapper off with her teeth. She almost gagged as the lubricant oozed onto her tongue. She rolled the condom down his cock and giggled as she moved again. "My favorite position, I think." She straddled him. She teased for a second as she wiggled the lips of her pussy around the swollen head of his cock. Then she closed her eyes she lowered slowly down onto him. They both sighed and moaned. It was that good. "Damn you are so fucking tight. I want to fuck you all night." "Trust me. Tonight, you will." Kris sat motionless on his cock, absorbing all the feelings inside her pussy. She'd learned that this was the time she would adjust to his size. Then their slow steady rhythm began and Kris pushed on his chest as she became wetter and wetter from their sex. She could feel everything so intensely now. The rigid thickness of his cock rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her pussy. She moved in a fluid motion, rocking back and forth and up and down. Her pelvis ground against his and she whimpered when his cock almost popped out and the wide head spread her pussy open. Dave's hands caressed her hot skin. He brushed against her breasts and nipples, grasping them in his hands gently. "Fuck, you have a beautiful body. Your tits are perfect." Kris loved hearing him talk to her and say rough or dirty things to her as she fucked him. It got her going. She sped up her motions, in and out, faster and faster. Her ass began to smack against his legs as Dave thrust his pelvis upward. Her hands kept pushing against his muscular chest as she moved her body up and down, harder and quicker. Kris loved this position because it was the only way she knew would absolutely get her off every time they had sex. Dave gritted his teeth and grabbed her ass as she fucked him. "God damn, you're on fire. I don't know if I can take much more of this. Oh shit, this is so hot." He arched his body up, trying to push himself even deeper into her wet pussy. Then it was nearly there--and with a gasp she felt it begin. Her body was jarred with each thrust. The wave of pleasure swelled within her, spasms of electricity building and rocking her sex. Her clit was being rubbed by his cock and she controlled how hard and how much. "Oh Dave I'm almost…almost…" "I can't hold it Kris, I'm going to bust." She felt lightheaded and her body became loose then suddenly rigid and tense. She trembled and it happened. Kris dug her fingers into Dave's chest as she felt the violence hit like a physical blow when she came. The fiery crashing waves of pleasure swept through her body, sending her into a blissfully blind whirlwind. Dave's cock was throbbing in her pussy at the same time. His deep groan drowned out her tiny gasping sobs and filled the silent shed.

She looked down at his contorted face and grinned as she watched him squint and grimace. This was what a first love was all about--this was her fantasy and her dream come true. Love filled with passion, desire and uninhibited sexual fulfillment. She drifted, embracing the moment, never realizing that Dave had opened his eyes and believed himself staring at an angel. She was above him with a wide smile and her eyes shut tight. The glow of the candles illuminated her body like heaven's light. No wonder he swore to everyone after that night that he'd seen her actually glowing. It was a special time for them both. They were going to explore things other couples only dreamed of. After getting past the taste of condom in her pussy, Dave spent quite a while getting her used to the sixtynine position. After that, they delved into the intricacies of anal sex...with a lot of lubricants, oils and some discomfort for Kris. Dave had massaged her with baby oil and used what was left to make everything else slippery when wet. He'd done his best. But she wanted to try everything she had heard of, she explained to him, because she knew she wouldn't want to experience these things with another man. Dave was the one. So as they made love for the last time there were no barriers, no rules, no protection. Just bare skin and flesh merging together in a passionate, uninhibited, sexual frenzy. As the clock in the center of town struck midnight, Kris heard the bell echo through the hills. Her head fell back to the blanket and she moaned as Dave hammered into her. The sweat and oils made their skin glisten in the candlelight. Her pussy was sore but everything felt so good when he filled her with each stroke. Dave arched upward and sank into her again. He panted and groaned with each thrust. "Oh shit Kris, oh shit…" Kris's chin trembled as she felt his hot seed soaking her inside. The deep guttural moan of pleasure rang from Dave's mouth. She began to cry and wrapped her arms around Dave's body. She didn't want to let him go. This was too good to end. Her eyes were blurry when she looked up. The shed felt extremely warm all of a sudden. It must have been the heat of their passions, she thought. But the crackling sounds and then sudden gusts of heat through the room made her look around the shed. Somehow the candles must have gotten knocked off the small table because the shed wall had caught on fire. They were lying naked and oily on the floor, surrounded by small flames. No wonder she felt so hot. "Holy shit. Dave! The cabin's on fire!" "You're right baby. You are on fire in here." "No idiot, the cabin is on fire." "What?" Dave jumped up and scurried to try to douse the flames. As he hit the flames with one of the blankets, the oils on the fabric caught and he dropped it in a hurry. It landed, unfortunately, on a pile of dead leaves in one corner which burst into flames and within moments the entire back of the shack was ablaze. "Oh shit. What next?" The sound of fire trucks screamed through the silence. "We have to get out of here. I can't get caught by the cops before going into the service. Grab your stuff Kris--hurry."

She gathered their clothes and the condoms, bundled everything, even the soiled saran wrap and rubber bands, into her backpack and then they both ran out of the door. They didn't stop until they were back in the dark parking lot, where they finally managed to take the time to get dressed. They jumped on Dave's motorcycle and took off into the night, laughing wildly at their narrow escape. The laughter gave way to tears as Kris knew their kiss goodnight would be their last for a long time. Saying goodbye to Dave was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. Nothing would ever be the same.

Chapter Six Pam watched her grandma. Her eyes were red, there was a tear on her cheek, and she let out a heavy sigh. "That was the last time I saw him before he left. Let me tell you something sweetie. If you have the time, you make sure you fuck that man of yours every chance you get. After you have kids and house payments and work and crap, you just don't have time or energy anymore. So fuck all you can. Wherever you can. The kitchen sink, the bathroom, the shower, on those new fangled washing machines that rumble and shake like a vibrator from heaven." Pam smiled as her grandmother spoke. It was funny hearing all this from a woman she'd thought was so innocent and out of touch with today's world. "God I missed that man after he left for the war. There are days I sit, alone, in bed, with a vibrator and think of him. I get itchy every time we drive by an abandoned shed." "I can't imagine after all those years together. But you and Grandpa had a long and happy life, together, in spite of having to part..." "Grandpa? You think I was talking about him? Oh dearie, no. I'm talking about Dave-the one I met before I met your grandpa. Turns out I'd gotten pregnant that last night, and your grandpa married me so I wouldn't be thrown out onto the street by my parents. Back then things were different for women." "But…I don't understand how you let your true love get away. It must have been horrible." Pam felt the frown cross her brow. "Honey, that was lust. He was my first real boyfriend and my first lover. I did love him, or I thought I did, but honestly? It was more lust and curiosity than anything else. I learned that pretty quick. And I heard soon after he left that he had a bad heart." "What happened?" Grandma shrugged. "He was found dead in a latrine in Vietnam. Turns out he was masturbating with his cock in one hand and my picture in the other. He just got off and his heart seized up." There was a stunned silence as the two women looked at each other. Then, in spite of the sadness of the ending, Pam couldn't help a grin from starting. Her Grandma looked at her and began to giggle. Within seconds they were howling, and Pam struggled for breath. "Go ahead. If ever there was a time to say it, it's now." Reading her mind with her usual amazing perspicacity, Grandma choked back a laugh and nodded. "Yep. He really did it. He came...and went." It wasn't until several minutes later that they wiped their eyes, stopped snickering and settled back down. Grandma sipped her drink and smiled. "That's pretty much the end of the story. And it's all water under the bridge now, of course. So this Rob guy you're marrying, is he…well, um, well-endowed?"

"Grandma! Not that it matters, but I believe it's not about the size but about how you use it." "Bullshit. Mark my words, Pammy. They have those pills to make a man's pecker bigger. Have him take them in a few years, because as you get older and have kids things get a little looser down there and you'll want a man with a big package. If a penis was like a boat I wouldn't want a little dinghy, I'd want the damn Titanic. When I have sex I want to know I've been fucked. Thank God for Viagra." Pam looked puzzled at this comment, and asked, "Um, Grandma, are you...um, you know?" "Having sex? Oh hell, yes. There's the guy at Johnson's Market, Travis. He delivers more than just groceries." "Wait, you don't mean Travis Hatley, do you? He's my age." The boy is very receptive and knows what he's doing. Can't complain. There was this one time when I took my dentures out and…" "Noooo." Pam nearly screamed as her brain roared into overload with things she didn't want to think about. "I'm getting way too many visuals from this conversation, Grandma. I can't believe all the things you're telling me. When I was growing up you were so proper and didn't cuss or talk like this." Pam grinned at her Grandma. "I didn't because you were too young. I wanted you all to respect me. I couldn't tell you kids to not say dirty words if I was calling you fucking hyenas from the bowels of hell. It would make me a hypocrite." "I guess so. I have to say though, it would have been fun having you tell stories to me and my girlfriends when we had sleepovers." "You know something, sweetie? Things are so different now with the Internet drowning us with all that sex and porn stuff...it makes my little memories look kinda tame. But for me, thinking back to that time in my life…well, it was so arousing that to this day it makes my panties moist thinking about watching that big dicked bastard with Lucy." "Did Lucy and Nick get married?" "No. They broke up after the summer was over. Nick went to Canada to avoid the draft. I still see Lucy every now and then. She moved to Arkansas and owns some land over there. She married a real cowboy and had seven kids, all boys." "Well that's a happy ending I guess." "Made me happy because she had 'em. Not me." Grandma reached out and put her wrinkled hand on top of Pam's. "Honey, listen to your heart. Good men are hard to find but a hard man is easy to find. All too often the lure of a big dick and a great smile make us forget about the long haul." Pam listened quietly. "I think I understand." "Good." Grandma nodded. "Sex is great. I mean sex is fan-fucking-tastic when done right, but if you truly love someone then the sex has that much more meaning." She paused and rocked back and forth in her chair. "Love is a tricky thing. Marriage can be even trickier. You need to work at it, honey. Your Grandpa was a good man who knew how to work at it. He bust ass taking care of your mom and all the other kids and I admit I bitched at him more than I should. But even with all that, he never let me think I was useless or let me work outside to help." She wiped away a tear.

Pam instantly moved to her Grandma's side. "I'm sorry to bring all this up. I came out here to remember how simple things were when I lived with you guys. I had some great times and before jumping into getting married I wanted to remember when things were easier. Maybe I wanted to go back to that time." "Honey, you got easy right now, if only you can see it. You have a good man, a job, a place to live and a wedding not far off. If you truly love him, all the other bullshit will work itself out." She squeezed Pam's fingers. "That's the only thing you need to be sure of, Pam dear. Loving Rob. And only you can say if he's truly what you want. If you can see yourself with him at night just sleeping, not fucking. If you can see the two of you growing old together, and yet still in love with each other." "You're right Grandma. I just wanted things the way they were before. When we first met, Rob and I had so much fun, we'd laugh and goof off all the time." Pam stared blindly out at the night as she turned things over in her mind. "I guess I've changed and tried to make him less of a goofball and more responsible. Maybe I have tried to make him fit the mold everyone says is the normal one. And he changed for me, instead of me realizing that his quirks and oddities are what attracted me to him in the first place." It was a disheartening and disturbing thought. "It sounds like you're going through the standard wedding nerves, dear. Don't try to change the man. It's way too easy to train a man to do what you want, when you want it. You have the pussy and the pussy rules the cock. It's nature's way of balancing out God giving us periods. Just be sure this Rob is the one." "I love him Grandma, I really do. He's good to me, he works hard and says he wants a family in a few years whenever I'm ready. Just hearing you talk and listening to your story about Dave--well, it taught me something. Taught me that something like a fling can be great at the time but what you really need in life is love and someone to share your life for the long haul. It's helped me see that Rob really is the one for me." "Is he good in bed? Does he have a big …you know?" Grandma held her hands apart as if she was measuring a cucumber. "He's a perfect fit." Pam grinned. "Well, if it does its job then that's a good thing. If he was like one of those big salamis from Franconi's market, that would be better, but you can't have everything." Grandma took Pam's hand in hers and smiled. "Look here sweetheart. Nobody can tell you shit about all this stuff. They aren't you. I'm not going to share all my so-called wisdom with you about life and love. I'll talk about sex and fucking anytime you want though." "Um, thanks. I think." "But getting married, starting a family, all that…bottom line, it's up to you. Follow your heart dear, not your head. Men follow their head all the time, the wrong head, and look at the shit they've screwed up. As long as Rob makes you happy then you have my blessings." "Thanks, Grandma. I love you." Pam hugged the old lady, embracing her with both arms. "I love you too, honey." She chuckled. "So did I ever tell you about the time your Great Aunt Aggie got busted for being a whore?" "Aunt Aggie? Good God, no." Grandma grinned. "Well, I remember when..."

Epilogue The day flew by and, like most weddings, the entire ceremony was a blur for the bride and groom. Pam and Rob wore their proper attire. Pam's white gown was a glorious site to behold. She was breathtaking in so many ways. Rob wore white tails, but had a severe wedgie problem because the tux rode way too high up his ass whenever he walked. People mistook the misty look in his eyes for tears of joy instead of what they were...tears of pain. Anytime a guy wears pants which threaten to split his nuts apart and the crease grinds along the base of his cock, he'll be crying sooner or later. After taking what seemed like hours of photos, Rob got in the limo to go to the reception and unfastened his pants and zipper quickly sliding his hand between his legs. "Fuck. These pants are killing me." Pam, in her beautiful, virgin-white gown, sat beside him and grinned. "What's wrong? All this wedding stuff getting you horny?" "These pants are riding too high and rubbing between my balls. It's like sandpaper on my nuts." She swatted his hand away and leaned over Rob's lap to take a look. "Quit being a baby and let me look." She leaned lower and pulled Rob's cock out of his pants, running her fingers over his quickly growing length. Her fingers stroked the sensitive skin adding to his arousal. "Hmm, it looks fine to me. Does it really hurt? You want me to kiss and make it better?" There are times when women ask really stupid questions. This was one of them. Rob groaned as he realized he was having a real porn star fantasy come to life. His beautiful bride giving him the ultimate blowjob in a limo is a classic fantasy. He'd only seen this in porno, or read it in an S.L. Carpenter erotic story. And in those stories there was always some weird twist in it--like the bride turns out to be a transvestite and ends up fucking the groom in the ass or something. "If you come on my wedding dress I will kill you." Pam laid down the law. "Yes, dear." Rob knew only too well that fifteen hundred dollar dresses were more important then a man's nuts. That was a given. This was ultimate bliss for Rob, as Pam sucked down on his cock for the whole trip to the reception. He blessed the privacy glass in the limo. When she released him from her mouth there was a distinct pop. "Mmm, I'm hungry. I've starved myself for weeks to get into this dress." Rob's eyes rolled back in his head when Pam lowered back down and sucked hard on his cock, letting it touch the back of her throat. "God we haven't had sex since you went to your grandma's. Oh shit, ohhh shit…" Rob tightened his hands, gripping the leather car seat and breathing hard. Just when he was on the very threshold, Pam stopped and Rob opened his eyes. "Oh well, we're here. Going to have to finish this later." And Pam patted Rob's cock before closing up the front of his pants.

"But-but--" Rob almost started crying as the crowd surrounded the limo and he settled his balls back into torture mode. Then he got out with Pam. Now he had blue balls and a hard on to go with his tuxedo. Oh well, at least they had the honeymoon. What was a little discomfort next to a wedding night?

### A few nightlights shone dimly in their hotel room. The bed was torn apart and clothes were scattered all over the floor. A white bra hung over a chair. The white wedding dress hung pristinely on the hook behind the bathroom door. It was a reminder of a perfect day. With a moan the silence in the room was broken and the closet door swung open wide. With a loud thud Pam and Rob slammed against the small entryway wall. Her hair hung loose and messy down her back as she smiled with her eyes shut tight. Rob was naked and the muscles of his legs and ass flexed with each thrust into Pam. Her legs clung to his hips and wrapped around him as he held her against his body. "Oh shit. I can't--I can't believe this is happening again." He moaned while his hands cupped Pam's ass, hammering into her against the wall. He buried his face into the crease by her neck and shoulder and nipped her. "Oh shit. Five's always been my lucky number..." Pam opened her eyes and gasped. With Rob staggering and weak kneed, her body shuddered. She looked into his contorted face and saw him straining. It reminded her of a man sucking on a lemon. They both started giggling. Rob carried her to the bed and fell on top of her into the soft mattress. Pam reached between them and repositioned his cock at her pussy. Rob slid back into her wet pussy and moaned. "Fuck you feel so damn good. I could stay in there forever." "All I ask is a few more minutes." Rob propped himself up again and began to slowly pump in and out of Pam' s wet, juicy pussy. Pulling her legs up, Pam grabbed behind her knees and spread her legs wide. She gasped as Rob started fucking her harder and faster. "Oh Rob, I'm….oh don't stop, don't stop." Pam pulled her legs up as far as she could with Rob pounding into her. She released one of her legs and reached between them and started frantically rubbing her clit with her fingertip as Rob fucked her. "Oh fuck baby, oh fuck, I can't hold it I'm…" Rob groaned and slammed hard against Pam's body. Letting go of her legs she wrapped them around Rob's hips. Her arms grabbed around him and her fingernails scratched his back. Rob cried out from the pain and they both melted together in a mutual release of their passions. Pam rolled off of him and they both lay on their backs in a mess of bedspreads and sheets torn loose from the mattress. Perspiration glistened on both their bodies. Pam reached over and held Rob's cock in her hand. "Give me a little bit then we'll try out the bathroom and that big ol' whirlpool tub." She let go and patted Rob's cock making him jump, even as he lay flat and exhausted. "I think you killed my cock." He looked down between his legs. "It's all purple and limp."

"Maybe I'll have to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation." Swallowing, Rob squirmed as he lay there closing his legs together. "You haven't been like this for a long time. This is like when we first met. Man, I remember back then. Things were so fucking hot between us. I could barely keep up. What got into you, sweetheart?" "Well you were just into me actually." She paused, smiling at her new husband. "When I took that little trip, I learned a few important things. My Grandma Kris told me about true love and how rare and short life can be. She told me to live life to the fullest while I can. She also told me to fuck you as much as I can because with kids, work and life in general, you have to take advantage of what you have now." She laid her head down on his chest and felt Rob's warmth. "Not wait for a better time. There may not be one." "I like your grandma. She gave you some great advice. She was the one doing the Electric Slide with the waiters at the reception, right?" Pam snickered and rubbed her fingers on Rob's chest. "Yeah, she's pretty cool and I'm real glad she was able to make it to the wedding. We'll go visit her when we get back from our honeymoon so she can get to know you properly." "I hope she likes me. I'd hate to not be what she expected." "Oh don't worry. I told her all about you. I told her how we have a lot of fun together. How you're really funny. I told her you were perfect." "Perfect?" Rob blinked and relaxed into the bed. "Perfect for what?" "Perfect for me." Pam laughed, "So you and your little friend better keep up with me." "Little? I thought you said he was perfect? Sheesh. Women!" She shook her head and grabbed Rob's cock. "Men!"

THE END

About the Author A lifelong Californian, S.L. Carpenter began writing humorous little stories many years ago, finally finding a home for them when ePublishing began its rise to prominence. He would like you to know, right up front, yes...he's a guy. His talent for short stories led to more in-depth novellas and eventually to the twodozen-and-more titles currently available, many in print. Readers have clamored for more of his Dark Lord tales, devoured the Strange Lust anthologies, and enjoyed the Partners in Passion series, as well as other novels he has co-written with Sahara Kelly. There are no boundaries to the imagination, as far as S.L. Carpenter is concerned, although you will find many of his heroes looking for redemption and salvation in the arms of a woman. Comfortably at home in the contemporary genre, he's a writer who is unafraid to lay bare the eccentricities of sex. He manages to add his trademark humor to everything he writes, and this is another lure to his readers; his ability to mix heat and laughter into a realistic storyline. Married for over twenty-five years to the woman he describes as the love of his life, S.L. Carpenter has raised a family relatively unscathed, and lives the day-to-day existence of someone he considers average. He enjoys football and baseball (go A's), has an encyclopedic knowledge of movies, lives and writes with various kinds of music playing in the background and confesses to a bit of a "thing" for Kate Beckinsale in leather. Average? His friends and readers would disagree. There may not always be earth-shattering developments taking place around him, but he is more than happy to invite you to stay informed about what is going on in the world of S.L. Carpenter by visiting any of the links below. S.L. Carpenter website: http://www.slcarpenter.net Follow S.L. Carpenter on Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/SL_Carpenter Follow S.L. Carpenter on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/people/SL-ScottCarpenter/100002766103401 S.L. Carpenter's Blog: http://www.slcarpenter.blogspot.com Subscribe to the S.L. Carpenter NEWSFLASH: http://eepurl.com/hiJSY You can purchase other S.L. Carpenter books for your eReaders and he invites you to drop by his website for a comprehensive list of currently available titles.

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OWNED Excerpt: Eric opened the door to the hotel room. Walking in, he looked around and past the bathroom to the large, open room. The curtains were open and the room was illuminated by the afternoon sun. He took a deep breath and tossed his small bag beside the bed. He pushed on the mattress. Soft. Then again, they always were. Nice hotel, nice room, perfect place to meet up. He plopped on the bed, turned on the television and sighed. Now he had to wait. This was the routine. Get the room, bring some things in an overnight bag, and she'd be there as soon as she got off work. At least South Park was on. Eric tried to sit calmly and wait for her. This wasn't just any woman, this was his woman. Technically she wasn't his, but he spent enough time between her creamy white thighs that he figured he had stock in her. His mind couldn't get out from between her thighs. That sweet-tasting little shaved pussy. Her glistening slit, wet from anticipation. All he could do was fantasize about having sex with her. A noise outside the door shook him back to reality. She was here. Lauren rushed down the hallway. She was always rushing. Her plans were always changed at the last minute but she sure as fuck wasn't going to miss this date. The last month had been a chaotic mess and she needed this release more than anything. Even if it was just for a night. Lauren had a small bag with a change of clothes and a few little naughty outfits for play. She had dropped the card key from the front desk into her purse and was desperately trying to find it. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" After finally digging the card out of the bag, she swiped it through the card reader. Of course she had it backward and had to swipe it again. After the door unlocked, she walked in and sighed. Finally. The door closed and she was met with Eric planting a wet kiss on her lips. Her body was thrust against the door and she lost her breath. He had that effect on her. She dropped her bag and purse and wrapped her arms around his neck, melting from the heat rising between the sensitive folds of her pussy. The simplest touch caused her blood to stir and boil with anticipation. Lauren gasped and groaned when he kissed down her neck and bit her shoulder. She reached down his tight abdomen to his bulging crotch, looking for her prize. Bingo.

She found his cock and gently squeezed, feeling it stiffen in her grip. It filled her hand and was exactly how she remembered it, hard and thick. "Fuck, I need this." She was panting and Eric gave nothing but a moan of acknowledgement while groping her ass and pulling her to him. His mouth burned her bare skin and when he kissed below her ear her knees weakened. His teeth tugged on the dangling gold earring and he sucked on her earlobe. He knew all her weakest points and each spot that electrified her excitement and caused her pussy to drip from anticipation. The intensity of their passion was limitless. Like caged beasts they ravaged each other, ripping and pulling each other's clothes off. There was no turning back. Available January 2012