Katie the Barista

Another fan submitted story

“Why is the line in this coffee shop always so long?” I mumbled to myself. Despite this place always having a ridiculous line, the barista here is the only woman I know that can get my coffee right. In the end the line is always justified. I patiently waited and one by one I was closer to my favorite barista. A beautiful redhead woman stood in front of me, she couldn’t be any more than 5’7”. Her long bouncy red hair contrasted her skin perfectly, causing her even lighter eyes to have a piercing effect. 

“Hey, how are you doing today? Same thing as always?” Her voice was soft and sweet and I’ve been coming her so long she had my coffee memorized. 
“Uh, yeah. A quad iced...” 

“Iced espresso with a single pump of white mocha. Sure thing.” Apparently I’ve been coming here so long she can now finish my sentences. Grinding and steam noises filled the room on top of the chatter from the people in line. “Okay sir, your coffee is ready.” 

Her smile always gets me but I’m never going to let you know that. “Thank you, I’ll see you...” 
“tomorrow.” And there it was that soft smile that burns me up inside. 

I took a sip and made my way towards the exit. Once I reach my car I start digging for the keys in pocket. I begin to panic, where are my keys?! When from behind me I hear yelling. “Hey! You left your keys on the counter.” 

“Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.” I have never seen her from behind the counter before. For some reason, now that the counter was gone her curvy figure had me almost spill my coffee. She was gorgeous. She wore skinny jeans that showed her tight little ass along with high top converse. Her uniform shirt was a plain black button up tight enough where you could still notice her firm C cup breast. Her hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. I was captivated by her, all I could do was take her in, not realizing the whole time I was just standing there starring at her. I made it very awkward for her. 

“So, uhm, yeah. You know you come in here every day and you never talk to me, why is that?” She asked with a smirk on her face. 
A million thoughts rushed through my head. Does she want me to talk to her? Is she flirting with me right now? What do I say? “uhm, I don’t know. Was I supposed to?” 

I stammer along nervous, it’s clear she caught me off guard, there was no I was going to recover and still seem “cool.”
She stood there biting on her lip. “Yes! Yes you were! I’ve been waiting for a chance to talk to you. You always leave in such a rush I have never gotten a chance until today.” 

I stood speechless, what was I supposed to say? I shuddered 

“Here come with me real quick, I have something to show you.” She grabbed my hand and led to the back of the coffee shop. It’s what you expect a stockroom of a coffee shop to look like, giant five pound bags of coffee, tones of extra cups and metal shelves holding it all. 

“What are we doing back here?” I ask. Confused by her sudden actions. 

“Uhm, hopefully each other.” She replied biting on her lip. “I’ve been wanting you for a while now. Always coming in here stripping me down with your eyes. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” 

I am stammer along muttering noises that in no way sound like words. 

“Shh, it’s ok. I know what you want, and I definitely know what I want.” She pushed me into a corner and dropped to her knees. Her hands ripping my pants open. I tried to resist her all of this was too sudden for me. She took me into her mouth and I couldn’t resist any longer. My fingers ran through her hair until my hand grasped the back of her head. Her hand was wrapped around the base, jerking, and match the bobbing rhythm she mad with her mouth. I have never become so enlarged in my life. She moaned when she forced me into the back of her moth. Her saliva running down her chin and down my member, she was using it as a lubricant as she slide her hand down the shaft over the tip. 

I looked down to her light brown eyes gazing up at me, her stroking me in her hand, surely this was a dream. No way this could be happening to me right now. All I could do was enjoy as I forced her mouth back onto me. She continued it felt like forever, bliss over ran my body. 

She stopped and stood up. “You know this is a two way street right?” She spun me around and positioned her body in the corner I was just pinned into. She unbuttoned her pants and slide them along with her black panties to the ground. She bite her lip, “Your turn.”

I drop to my knees, my hands sliding down from her ass to back of her thighs. I move one of her legs over my shoulder, and take in her shaven pussy. I press my lips against the inside of her thighs and work my way slowly to her slit. Her juices had her glistening by the time I got there. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit through her lips past her clit in one long pass. She let out a soft moan as her hands pushed the back of my head deeper into her. I licked her slowly as pressed my tongue hard against her clit as I passed it. I felt her fingernails dig into the back of my head. I separated her lips with my tongue and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. I flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue. She pressed my head harder into her, she almost suffocated me. I took my fingers and rubbed her lips until they were moist enough for me to insert them. My index and middle finger penetrated her and she let out a gasp. I ran my fingers along her upper wall making sure to run past her rough spot completely. 

All of this continued. My fingers playing with her spot deep inside her and her clit getting sucked and manipulated with my tongue. She began moaning loudly and her hips tried to move along with rhythm I set with my hand. I thought to myself, I wonder if the customers in the next room could hear her. Hell, did she even care? 
Her hips were slowing down, I felt a tremble run down her leg, and juices then covered my entire hand. I stood up. She looked at me biting her lip again, she looked so hot when she bit her lip. She unbuttoned her shirt exposing her supple breast hiding behind her lacey black bra, also hiding was a small butterfly hanging from her navel. She turned away from me, arching her back. Her ass even more beautiful outside of her pants. 

I began to tease her, only running my tip in between her slit. Building up her juices until I thrust forward, making her take all of me at once. I could see her hands grab the metal shelving as if she was hanging on for her life. I continued, long deep thrust making sure the angle would pass over her rough spot inside her. I reached forward placed my hand under her bra. Taking her breast into the palm of my hand, while i continued to fuck her tight little pussy.My other hand reached down in between her legs, I placed he my fingers between her clit and massaged it in circular motion matching the thrust from my hips. Her moaning was louder, surely at this point the other baristas and customers upfront heard her, but this didn’t seem to bother her. 

I felt her walls tightening around me, she looked back over her shoulder, “I need you to cum in my mouth. Cum in my mouth!” I grabbed her shoulder and forced her to her knees in front of me. She took me into her hand and slide from the base up past the tip and down again. My hand forced her mouth onto me by pushing the back of her head. Her lips wrapped around me she bobbed vigorously, matching the jerking she was doing with her hand. The pressure built up, shortly after I couldn’t hold it in anymore and released into the back of her throat. With each pulse she bobbed her head and jerked my shaft, until there was nothing left. She gazed up making sure i watched her swallow my cum and gave me a cute smirk. 


A knocking came from the door, soon after a skinny man peeps from behind the door. "Are you two done? I can't turn up the radio any louder and it's getting kind of busy." 

Immediately she blushed, and began to dress. I buttoned my pants and handed her the clothes in my reach. She kissed me on the lips, I could still taste me on her lips. She stepped threw the door and half way came back. "I'll have your coffee ready for you tomorrow morning." 

A devilish smile was on her face. She knew for a fact I was coming back.

Riverside Fun

So this story is from a fan called Nick I hope you enjoy
John and Jo (J+J) were brother and sister slightly older than me but we all went to the same high school. They had a very tactile relationship which I always felt was a little strange. The way they used to touch one another was more than brother and sister should be touching one another, in my eyes anyway. It played on my mind on just how close they actually were.

Jo was a cute 17 year old, long legs cute ass and breasts that seemed to defy gravity as I don’t think I ever saw her wearing a bra. Her flame red hair was a contrast to her tanned china doll skin, the only blemish was a few light freckles round her nose. John was tall and wiry but unlike his sister he was dark haired he was a bit of a computer geek as his sister kept telling him. I on the other hand was more or less the opposite from John, a bit shorter and thick set with fair hair I spent a lot of my time playing sport so I guess I was pretty fit, not a six pack fit but getting there.

I guess the reason we used to spend so much time together was the proximity of our houses to one another, just a few hundred yards apart and our parents were members of the same societies and groups so we all tended to go to one another’s house a lot.

When I first met J+J Jo seemed to resent my being there its as though she didn’t want to share her time alone with her brother, I think John must have had a word as she seemed to warm to me after a while.

One day I was round at there house and John was immersed in a game on his PC and not really engaging in any real conversation so I went to get myself a drink. As I closed the fridge door Jo appeared in the doorway rubbing her eyes as she had only just risen from bed. We exchanged pleasantries and as I sat down at the table I could not help but look at her! The way her hair flowed down onto her shoulders and down her back it was beautiful. Her full breasts seemed to cling to the material of her night shirt her nipples although not erect were visible through the thin material; her legs long and slender seemed to go on forever. She asked me what John and I had planned for the day, I replied with “not much” as John was too engrossed in his new game. Well she said how about you come and walk the dogs with me then. With that she opened the conservatory door and two black Labradors came bounding to say their hellos. “Wait here while I shower and get dressed I will be about ten minutes make up some drinks to take will you.” I sat there fussing over the dogs for a while then she walked back into the kitchen. My jaw nearly hit the ground. The nightdress had been swapped for a short summer dress that barely contained her tits, the top few buttons were undone which accentuated a cleavage that Olympic skiers would pay good money to go down! It was just above mid thigh and when she stood in the light the sunshine made it more or less see through. She shouted up to John that we were going to take the dogs out and we would see him later.

We set off one dog each, down the lane towards the fields beyond the village. She took the lead and I followed on behind as the path was a bit narrow. I was trying to figure out if she was wearing any underwear or not as I could not see any lines at all. We chatted about various things on our walk to pass the time and soon we had reached the fields. Once there we let the dogs off and let them run free while we made our way towards the river that ran along the bottom of the fields. We talked about the rubbish on TV at the moment, sports and just general teenage chat. When we reached the river we sat on the bank and sat down next to one another.

Things then turned a corner conversation wise. Jo asked me if I had a girlfriend as I spent so much time playing sport how could I fit seeing a girl in too! Well to be honest I had only really been with two girls, both girls from the village and who went to our school Lisa Martland was one and before I answered Jo blurted out “you have been with Lisa?” I nodded and smiled, who was the other she asked shifting her position and allowing her breasts to nearly spill out her top, well I answered with a slight hesitation, it was my cousin from out of town. We sort of hit it off last time she came to stay. “Hit it off, you dirty sod” was the reply. I then went into the details about it and I could see by the reaction of her nipples that something was either turning her on or she had got cold all of a sudden. As I was explaining what I and my cousin had got up to over her visit she became very very interested and just kept asking things like did you suck her tits, how big are they and the like?



“Well, not as big as yours Jo not half as big!”



“Do you like my tits then?” Fucking right I do Jo and with this she proceeded to undo a couple more buttons of her dress, with all the talk of sex and being sat next to sexy girl like Jo my cock had risen to the occasion and was straining to get out of my shorts, something I was trying to do my best to cover up. As her dress fell open she looked intensely into my eyes as if to say, come and get them if you want them. I moved closer and don’t ask me what the fuck happened next but John suddenly appeared beside us. Fuck Fuck Fuck was the only thing I could think.



“And what the fuck is going on here you two” Was johns opening line, Jo was unflustered by his sudden arrival and leaned back on her elbows exposing more of her tantalising breasts to us! Me on the other hand was trying my best to cover up my hard on. With this john knelt down next to Jo and slid his hand inside Jo’s dress softly massaging her breasts Jo never stopped looking at me while her brother had his hand down her dress, John then undid the rest of the buttons of her dress and exposed her breasts as he peeled it back. Her nipples had become erect to his touch and were so long I wanted to suck on them so badly. But John had beaten me to it he took on in his mouth and played with the other rolling his palms over it Jo gasping at his touch. He raised his head and they kissed deeply, as they were kissing I moved over to her and took her breasts in my hand as she was kissing her brother. She was in between us being kissed by one and having her massive tits played with by me! She broke away from john to pull me towards her and kissed me deeply her tongue and mine entwined in a deep slow passionate kiss, I felt her hand reach down and rub me hard cock through my shorts and as I glanced down she was doing the same to John.



John had resumed sucking on one of her nipples so and not wanting to loose out I bent down and took the other in my mouth. She was now trying with difficulty to release two hard cocks from two pairs of shorts in the end we stopped what we were doing and took them out for her, she smouldered at the sight of two hard pricks,( Now far from being attracted to other males I did find john had one thing going for him! His cock was immense, about 10 inches long and thick with it, it put my 7.5 inches to shame, and girls yes that half and inch is important).

one either side, she reached out and took one in each hand, scooping up the pre cum that has been released from our cocks and tasting its sweet saltiness from her fingers. She turned to Johns massive member and tentatively flicked her tongue over the end causing John to sigh loudly, I took this opportunity to raise her dress exposing her smooth pussy it seemed to glisten with her wetness, I gently rubbed up and down her wet slit releasing an almost guttural moan from Jo, I bend down in between her legs and explored the delicate folds of her labia tasting her sweet juice as it literally dripped from her pussy.



Hey, leave some for me john said not wanting to miss out on his sisters dripping hole and he manoeuvred to my now vacant position between Jo’s legs, I in turn moved up to Jo’s head so that she could take my hard prick into my mouth, she licked all round my uncut head then took my whole length into her willing mouth fuck the feeling of having a beautiful girl suck on your cock while her brother is licking her cunt is one that cannot be described to say it was the most truly erotic thing I had ever experienced is an understatement. John had now positioned himself so he could enter his sister with his monster cock, she tensed up as he entered her then as he slid his full length inside her she moaned, gasping for air, she took my cock from her mouth and told John to fuck her, “fuck me like you mean it my darling brother”. With that John’s thrusts became deeper and longer filling her up till she could take no more and with a shiver and a scream the had her first orgasm, her come gushing out all over Johns’ cock, balls and soaking the grass below. “ Turn over Jo” was Johns next instruction to his sister, She got on all fours and John resumed fucking his sister form behind as she took me in he mouth once more, it was though they were synchronised as john thrust into her she would go down on my cock as I knelt before her. “Nick, fuck me now”, and not one to deny any female, we swapped places, I inserted a finger deep inside her my palms were down so I could massage her G spot with this she went crazy bucking and screaming and squirting all over my hand, while she was in the last moments I rammed my cock into her in one swift action, I felt her cunt tighten round my cock and it was like I was being milked for my cum, such was her muscle control. I was near to busting as John announced that he was about to cum “On my face and tits Jo demanded “Who were we to say no? She lay on her back one of us either side wanking our pricks soaked with her saliva and cunt juices I could hold back no longer I erupted all over her face and tits as she had requested, It spurted over her jet after jet of hot sticky come, and as if it was a signal John did the same. Jo lay there her face and come covered in a joint amount of come, she took her finger and rubbed it though the rivulets of come that had formed on her body and licked it up! Now boys your turn, and john dipped down and lapped up some of our come from her breasts savouring in its taste, I took her nipple in my mouth and licked around it as I tasted a mans come for the first time it was not an unpleasant taste, in fact it was a bit of a turn on. We then took turns licking her clean until all our combined effort was removed from her sweaty body. She had a look of total satisfaction as she stood up, removing the rest of her clothes she walked away from us and into the river cleansing her body from head to toe, we joined her in the river touching and caressing one another, and I swear I felt Johns hand rubbing my cock. As we swam her and john told me of there erotic adventures together………………… But then that’s a whole other story.

The Private Life of Teachers

I stood in front of the year 9 class leading a discussion on the properties of carbon dioxide that make it good for smoke machines. It was the third time in two weeks that had had given this lesson and I feel that I may not have been teaching it with quite the enthusiasm I had on the first run through. On the upside I had already heard all the misconceptions and wrong answers before, I didn't mind when they got it wrong but had thought about it but the ones that just shout out key words when you ask a question really got under my skin. Connor, one of the students was particularly bad at this and was really starting to piss me off but of course I just smiled and corrected him and asking him to think for a little before he answered.

I set them off on a practical where they were making carbon dioxide by mixing HCl with limestone chips. everything was going fine, I was being pulled in a million different directions with students all asking questions at once, some not wearing goggles and others that just were not on task at all, all that is usual for a practical but then I see Connor fill a 100 ml beaker with HCl then start running back to his desk, right past me. "CONNOR!!!!" I yell about to admonish him for carrying acid in such a reckless manner. What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion, Connor stopped very suddenly in front of me, turning to face me, his arm with the HCl swinging round as he turned, some spilling out of the top, he noticed the spilling acid and made the exact wrong split second decision and let go of the beaker which flew through the air right at me. The acid splashed all over my white blouse. Connor stood frozen in front of me a horrified look on his face as if he expected me to start corroding right in front his eyes. a few of the girls nearby screamed as stray drops sprayed over them.

I didn't panic the HCl was diluted so there was no immediate danger although I didn't want to stay in an HCl soaked blouse for long. "Everyone who got acid on them go and wash it off now, the rest of you carry on with the practical I’ll send someone in to supervise in a second" as I say this the class relaxes seeing that I'm not about to die I even see a number of the boy's eyes drift to my now see through top that was plastered to my flat stomach and clearly showing the bra cupping my breasts.

I raise my eyebrows and walk out of room, quickly knocking on the door of the room next-door and getting another teacher to go in and cover for me before going into the prep room where I immediately pull of the soaked shirt and throw it into the sink quickly followed by the bra that was also soaked through, I was just reaching for a paper towel to dry off with when I realized I wasn’t alone in the room. Alex, or Mr Thompson as he is known to the kids is standing there looking slightly stunned "Err, hi?" he politely averts his eyes as I towel off and try to get as much of the acid off as possible and explain what happened. As I finish explaining he laughs "Ha, well that's something that's going to be around the whole school before the lesson is finished, was there time for any of the buggers to get a picture?"

"Nah I think they were all a little too shocked."

"That's good, that picture would have haunted you until you retired. Speaking of which would you like my jumper so that you're not teaching topless for the last period" he says as he takes off the jumper that he is wearing over the top of his shirt.

"Ahh thank you so much, your a life saver" I take the top and notice his obvious struggle not to look too much. I pull the top on, its a bit loose and the V-neck hangs a little too low for comfort but its a million times better than going in topless "Its a shame I was wondering if it might finally make year 10 shut up if I walked in topless."

"Bahahaha, now that I would pay to see...seriously name your price" he chuckles

"Huh, if you’re getting payed the same as me, then theres no way you could afford my prices."

We stand chatting for a bit before I return to year 9 to finish off the lesson.

After spending the lesson with year 10s trying to get me to lean over so that they could see down the loose top the school day finished. I sat at my desk marking some books and looking at a lesson plan that I had to change due to the curriculum upheavals recently.

Alex walked in "Well I'm here to claim my jumper, come on get it off" he's laughing before he even finishes the sentence unable to keep up the serious pretense, however I decide to call his bluff and pull the jumper over my head and throw it at him. I'm rewarded by the shocked expression on his face as I chuckle as I try to pretend to just go back to my marking. However he then calls my bluff by turning round to leave with the jumper.

"Damn it, ok you win, give it back!" I yell

"Humm well that's a very rude way to talk to the guy holding the jumper." He chuckles his eyes flicking down to my chest. I can't help liking the subtle glances even as he tries to be a gentleman and not look. I stand up to face him giving him an even better view.

"How about I close my eyes for 10 seconds so I can't see if you're looking or not then you give me back the jumper, sound less rude"

"Close your eyes all you want, I'm far too much of a gentleman" he claims but as I close my eyes I can practically feels his eyes boring into me hungrily running over every bare inch of flesh.

I open my eyes early and he doesn't even notice. "Gentleman my arse!" I chuckle

"Well I'll stare at that too if its on offer." he said unapologetically

I take a step closer "Just how much do you want to be on offer?"

"....Everything"

"Then I can have the jumper?" I joke

he smiles, "You can have the shirt as well for all I care"

I wanted to come back with something else but I found I was slightly too busy leaning in to kiss him. Our lips mashed together and his tongue darted out tasting my lips. I push him back against a wall unbuttoning his shirt as I go. His hands are on my hips sliding into the waistband of my skirt his fingers grazing the dimples in my lower back just above where my round toned butt cheeks started. He lifted me with ease and I wrapped my legs round his waist as he lifted me onto one of the benches. I pull off his open shirt and run my hands over the toned runners body beneath. He thrust his crotch forward pressing against mine making me moan in anticipation. His hands slid up under my skirt and in a smooth movement pulled my panties down stepping backwards so he could take them off completely and leaving them on the floor. I was ready for his crotch to return but instead he knelt down.

I could feel his breath on my inner thigh, his hands gently traveling up my inner thigh towards my lips, closer and closer but then whisked away at the last second to start traveling up the other thigh, closer and closer but once again stopping at the last second this time just running a finger over the skin between the lips and the top of the thigh. I groan in anticipation, the teasing driving me wild. A finger brushed very lightly over the outer lips. Then finally going through the opening, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me as his fingers gently massaged inside the lips. I especially liked when he focused on the opening to the vagina and I showed my appreciation with another series of moans. Then he slipped a finger inside making me shiver in pleasure as he slid in slowly my soft warm walls pressing tightly against his finger. He crooked his finger rubbing and massaging my insides. I didn't think I could be enjoying it much more but when I felt his breath a little closer to my crotch I tensed in anticipation. I was not disappointed as his fingers worked inside me his tongue went to work on my clit. It was all I could do to keep my noises to a low level that would not be heard in the rest of the school. He slowly built up the intensity bringing me closer and closer to the brink. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as I got closer and closer. My breathing became labored and my muscles tensed. Then the dam broke and the pleasure flooded through me in waves of shuddering orgasmic bliss. I fell backwards unable to support myself, catching my back on one of the gas taps that line science labs.

I come back up gasping for air and see him between my legs smiling up at me. He rose up slowly, unbuttoning his trousers and letting them fall, along with his tight briefs, to the floor. He stood there between my legs fully erect and beautiful, his eyes full of lust as he took in my lithe body before him. He stepped forward as I sat up. I place my hands on his firm buttock and pull him in gently, getting the positioning just right so that he slides in comfortably into my well lubricated hole. My walls still grip him tightly but the recent orgasm has left them slick with my juices which now mingle with the precum dripping from his shaft. He starts to thrust slowly at first which I'm thankful for due to the sensitivity from the orgasm but as my pleasure starts to build again he speeds up. His crotch repeatedly rubbing against my clit and the shaft pumping deep into me quickly taking me back to the peak giving me an even stronger orgasm that makes my leg twitch. But this time his strong arms wrap around my back to stop my fall. This time he doesn't stop or slow down he just keeps going building from my second orgasm quickly to my third. I was so preoccupied with the third orgasm exploding inside me that I only knew that he was cumming when I felt it bust into me filling my pussy with his juices, which felt so good, drawing out that last orgasm just that delicious bit longer.

He finishes and stands panting over me grinning as he slides out of my pussy releasing a flow of juices onto the bench.

He grabs some paper towels to clean up as I jump off the bench and pull the jumper on and hand him his shirt "I decided I didn't need to keep it" I joke. He pulls up his trousers and briefs and we straighten up before we walk out together separating at the entrance to the school with a plan to meet for dinner the next day.

The next morning I arrive in school late having overslept, I had spent a lot of the night replaying the events of the evening. I arrive at the door to the classroom to find the class lined up waiting for me. I unlock the door and greet them as I let them in. As I plug in my laptop I hear a commotion at the other side of the classroom

"MISS, MISS!!"

"Why are they here miss?"

"Whose are they miss?"

I see them crowding round my panties that we had discarded on the floor in a rush last night.....................

1940's

I stood leaning on the bar watching the dancers sway to the swing music playing at the other end of the hall. The band was good and while I usually had a thing for musicians none of them turned my head, this was likely due to the average age of the band being almost triple my own. the increased age of bands was not the only change recently, the war had just started, a war that people had dreaded after seeing the effects of the last war had had on the world. But the government told us that we could not in all good conscience stand by while Nazi Germany ploughed through Europe. we must stand by our allies they said, and that was that. The young men were all out fighting leaving my liking for musicians unfulfilled. I had started working in the dance hall because I loved the music and the atmosphere but most of all because of the musicians and would often end my shift back stage with them mostly just chatting and lightly flirting, sometimes more.
"Get us a pint love" a young soldier yelled, despite only being 5 feet away for me
"That'll be one shilling and 3 pence" I said will a smile recognizing his face as a soldier who I had already served far too many drinks to that night
apparently the soldier read too much into the smile as he said "You've been a very pleasant bar maid, I'll give you a shag as a tip if you like, you must be gasping for it what with all us young studs gone of to fight so you're pretty little face never has see the German stormtroopers" he slurred all of this, half boasting, half sounding like he was doing me a personal favor.
"I think I'd rather the Germans than a night with you" I quipped with a smile to soften the blow, the soldier turned away as his friends roared with laughter at his misfortune.
I was common that I had to fend of clumsy advances by drunk soldiers who thought that because they were in uniform that all women would swoon, but most of them didn't suit the uniform, they were young boys, most of them fresh out of training, they weren't really soldiers or warriors they were there because they had to be, or because they were too full of manly bravado to see that most of them would not be coming back. I felt sorry for them, they were still full of youthful innocence, and most would end up dead in a distant land being told to kill and enemy that for the most part were just like them. I had great respect for them and didn't truly mean my comments about preferring the Germans so I called him over to the bar and leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "next time your in town come back here, if you've survived then I'll happily give you a good roll in the hay" I winked at him "just doing my bit to make sure as many of you come back alive as possible"  He smiled at the joke and after assuring me that he would be back he returned to his friends.
"Do you offer that to all the troops?" A captain stood at the bar eyebrows raised.
"Only the ones I think need encouraging to look after themselves, what can I get you?"
"A whiskey please" he said handing over a few shillings "keep the change"
"Awful young to be captain aintcha?" I ask as I poured his drink
"How do you know I didn't just come in as a Captain, you know connections and all that?"
"call it woman's intuition" I grinned, he just didn't strike me as some one who had just been given the rank, I had meet a few in my time behind the bar. His eyes also told a story, there was a gleam in them suggesting a sense of fun but deeper, buried behind the exterior there was something, a sadness that I only saw in the men who came back from fighting, the captains pin on his epaulettes looked a bit newer than the other two, it wasn't much but it was the feeling I got from him.
He raised his eyebrows "perceptive for a barmaid." he commented "I got a promotion for 'extraordinary performance of duties while serving in combat or under combat conditions'" he quoted "so how do you enjoy working here?" he clumsily changed the subject.
"Well I get to meet some interesting people" I said pointedly 
"the music's good as well" he commented "I used to play the trumpet as a kid, I loved it, I even got a scholarship from the royal academy of music but..." he paused "things got in the way" he finished gesturing to his uniform.
He stayed at the bar chatting with me in between serving customers for the rest of the night, I learned his name was Captain James Rawcliff and although he moved off the subject quickly I learned he had been deployed in Africa before he came back to England to be transferred to a new unit, we also spent hours discussing music and were just discussing our mutual love of Benny Goodman when I noticed the time and realized that the place was almost empty. I came out from behind the bar to help Arthur the elderly janitor to put away chairs and tables and was happy to find Cpt James came to help as well "there's no need to help really" I said but he brushed my comment away and continued with everything tided away Cpt James and I walked out of the hall, leaving Arthur to lock up.
"So Captain" I said "where to now?" I gave a flirtatious smile.
"You lead, I'll follow" he said
I took his hand and lead him through a few streets, It was late and the the winters night was dark. No lights showed anywhere due to the blackout but I knew the streets and brought him right to my door, pulling it open I dragged him inside quickly to avoid gossiping neighbors. I felt as giddy as a school girl i pulled him close to me, wrapping my arms round his waist and lifting myself up onto my tiptoes to lightly kiss his lips. his hand went to the small of my back pulling me in closer our lips intertwined he pulled me into him tighter lifting me slightly off the floor. i wrapped my legs round his waist as he held me up, our lips still locked in there delicious embrace. carried me over to a wall pressing me against it as our kiss grew ever more frenzied. I could feel his lust radiating off him. he wanted me. I wanted him. neither of would be denied as one of his hands started to move up my outer thigh that had become exposed when I wrapped my legs around him. His hand move along finally resting on my ass cheek as he grabbed it forcefully. I broke the kiss too lustful to wait any longer, already feeling his 'excitement' against my crotch as he held it against me. "Take me upstairs, the door on the right" I managed to gasp through heavy barely controlled breathing. He carried me up the stairs like I weighed nothing, bounding up the steps two at a time, pushing open the bedroom door and laying me down on the bed. I turned my back on him, presenting the buttons on the back of my dress to hm. with quick deft fingers he undid them, letting the dress fall to the floor. his hands were immediately running over my skin sending tingles wherever the touched, I turned round in his arms, giving him a gentle kiss as I undid the buttons on his jacket and shirt. before sliding them off in one motion. I paused for a moment to observe his chest. It was hard and rugged and there was more than one scar on it. I gently traced one long one down from his lower chest right down to the top of his trousers where I started to undo the belt buckle.
As his trousers fell to the floor I stood up crossing to an old gramophone that stood to one side of my room, placing the arm down over the record and starting the music. The room filled with the sound of Benny Goodman as i stepped back towards him "Shall we dance?" I asked, leaving no doubt as to the true meaning if what I was saying. He pulled me down onto him with a smile.
within second we had removed the underwear of the other and our hands were all over each other. my hand finally moved down to grasp his solid shaft slowly rubbing up and down its length. my hand was soon covered in the precum he was leaking. His hand was also getting soaked as he was exploring my slit with great interest. his fingers tracing around the edge and slipping inside each time he slipped inside I tensed with anticipation. unable to wait any longer I pushed him over so he was laying on his back and swung my leg over him. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself down over his erect cock, gasping with pleasure as his tip brushed past my clit and the a long moan of satisfaction as I slid down onto him while he thrust up to meet me. As I rode him I could feel something leave me, something i hadn't consciously know was there the pent up sexual frustration that had built up was washing away and being replaced by the building pleasure that was enveloping my body. I lent forward giving my clit a better angle to rub against him while we fucked and also to kiss him more, to entwine our lips as we had before. this time however as or lips met it was more that the lust there was last time, a connection formed like two lost drowning sailors grabbing for each other in the dark murky depths. we locked on tight, kissing with a passion I had never before experienced, neither of us breaking away even as we built up speed climbing inch towards an explosion. Finally the pressure was too great and I gasped breaking the kiss as i gasped for air my back arching as every muscle in my body tensed and spasmed. I drove my hips down hard onto him still gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure rocked through me over and over. I didn't even notice being rolled over as James continued thrusting deep inside me as I recovered. but the continued stimulation did not let me recover as the orgasm died off another was building rapidly in it wake and exploding through my body again. I moaned and groaned my leg twitching as I was left nearly senseless by its intensity. I still wasn't done it seemed as my third orgasm followed quickly on the heels of the second, this time just as I was about to detonate James finally grunted and I felt the warm flow of cum pump into me. I exploded in a quivering mind bending orgasm that left me dazed as I lay on the bed, my leg still twitching slightly. I was gasping for breath and as I opened my eyes I saw he was too. I pulled him down so that we were laying on our sides facing each other the music still playing in the background. there was no need for word and neither of us was really capable of talking at that point as we lay staring into each other eyes.

Succubus Tales part 3

This story follow on from The Succubus part 2

I lay on Toms bed recovering from my time with Lilith. Tom came in and cuddled up to me on the bed. "hey babe" I said breathing in his scent, I think I was really falling for him.
"hey, can we just cuddle tonight, I don't want our relationship to just be about sex, and I need to be up early tomorrow back to school. half term is over"
"is it a new school?" I ask as he had only just moved into my house, it was odd that I still viewed it as my house but I did.
"Nah we didn't move too far my school is about as far from here as it was from my old house"
"Ahh well that's cool, hey do you mind if I come with you?"
"Humm yeah that could be fun, you have to stay invisible though it might be hard to explain who you are to people, its not like you'd just blend into the crowds, you'd have every guy in the place staring at you and most of the girls too"
"Hehe this could be fun" I giggles I snuggle up next to him on the bed
 As I lay there in his arms I felt safe and calm I didn't want to move a muscle from this unbelievably comfortable position in his arms. I was really falling for him. I didn't sleep I just lay in his arms feeling his breath on my neck all night.



In the morning I nudged him awake "hey babe I have to go before your mum wakes you for school, love you" I gave him a kiss on the cheek as looked back at me blearily as I faded out of sight.



Aa few minuets later he was woken up for school  I watched as he got dressed and followed him downstairs and out the door. I floated next to him all the way to the car and climbed in on top of him making very sure he could feel my invisible ass on his lap. I tapped into his mind sending him seductive whispers throughout the car journey, sexy as this sounds it was also delightfully evil as his mum and sister were both in the car. When we finally exited the car he whispered "come on you cant do that all day people will notice if I have a constant boner"
"well master, let me help you" I rub my hand over his cock and it deflated however none of his homeyness went away
"Errm well that's something I suppose" he replied unsure
"you know I can influence other people as well, make them want you"
"you can? well I don't need anyone other than you"
"that doesn't mean you don't want anyone other than me and you can have them"
"you wouldn't mind?"
"what are you not getting about sex demon here to grant your every sexual wish and desire"
"Ohh yeah that thing"
"oh yeah that thing" I mimic, "just that thing that allows me to fuck you senseless, huh some people"
"oh you know what I mean, now hush I need to go to form" he shushed my grumbling

He walked into form and started chatting to his friends, a mix of 4 guys and 3 girls. I stand behind him breathing gently on is neck. I kept noticing Toms eyes flicking to one particular girl in the group. I floated over to inspect her, she was under 5' with long silky back hair, curvy hips and breast that perfectly suited her small stature not ridiculously big but very shapely, giving her body a pleasing curve. her face was delicate and a cute slightly turned up nose. I decided she would be perfect for him, a decision that was reinforced when I delved into her mind and found that she was keen on him too.
 at that point the teacher came into the room and all the students went to sit down with some slight mental prodding from me the girl ended up sitting next to Tom.
"Ryan please sit down" the teacher asked a boy who was still standing at the back of the class. he hurried to his seat and sat down.

As the teacher started taking the register I started to get inside the girls head. By the end of the register I had found that she was called Emma and had liked Tom for a while and was happy that they had ended up sitting together chatting quietly as the register was taken. I also found out that despite liking Tom she was far to shy to make a move. At this point I could have had Tom make a move but what was the use of being a succubus if you couldn't have a little fun. As they walked with the rest of the group to their next lesson, History I made my plan.
In History the teacher put on a video about finding the location of the battle of Bannockburn, a major battle between England and Scotland.
Tom and Emma sat next to each other at the back again, this time with very little prodding from me. With the lights of and everyone's attention on the screen I got inside Emma's head and started making her just a little horny. She started joking quietly with Tom about the video and every time he made a joke I gave her a little extra flare of amusement and a little bit more lust. It was nearing the end of the lesson when I accidentally went a bit too far making Emma cry out with a muffled laugh that the teacher did not appreciate and told Tom and Emma to stay behind at break. The lesson was double length so by the time two hours were nearly up Emma was a bit hot under the collar. And after the teacher had spent 5 minutes telling them not to be so silly they left the classroom alone. As they stepped out into the empty corridor Emma slipped her hand into Toms who after looking mildly surprised gave her hand a squeeze and they continued down the corridor.

I had intended to leave it as that but something flared inside of me. An insatiable lust like that I had felt with Lilith, it may even have been her influence. What ever the cause I decided not to leave it there, instead I followed them increasing the sexual tension between them, infusing them with the lust that filled me. They stopped holding hands and had their arms round each other. Toms hand slid down to brush her ass and her hand followed his lead, slipping into his back pocket. Tom turned to face her putting his other hand on her arm, and as their eyes met he lent in for a kiss. She received him welcomingly, pulling him back, pressing her against the wall. Their breathing quickened as his hand slid up her thigh, under the pleated dress. She let out small gasp as he touched her wetness.
They stumbled backwards into a darkened classroom. Their movements were frantic, unable to wait to get at each other and knowing time was short. They were unbuttoning each others shirts he reviled her lacy white bra under the shirt which he promptly removed to unveil her supple breasts. He slipped a hand under her dress to resume what he had started in the corridor, sliding his fingers into her wetness. She unbuttoned then unzipped his trousers pulling them down along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring out. Seeing it made me even more horny which seemed to feed into the other two. In seconds her panties were laying on the floor and she was sat on a desk with Tom holding her legs apart as he moved in.
She was very wet so he slid inside her moist hole easily. She wrapped her hands round his neck as he placed his on her hips and started thrusting. They were both very aroused so they both built up quickly. I slipped inside Emma's head to feel what she felt, to feel Tom's cock thudding into her to feel his hands on my hips pulling me onto him and to feel the orgasm explode through her slight frame making her shiver with pleasure and to feel his warm sperm flood into me as he grunted quietly into my ear.

I started feeling bad for manipulating them so much so I decided to give them a little reward for being my playthings and made their first orgasm build into a second and a third, Emma's slight frame shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.

I left them there sensing that they would want to be alone after that. I went back home and waited for Tom to return home.

Katie's lust

This story was written by a fan about me, one of the greatest compliments an erotic writer can have so thank you Alex. If anyone else want to write something I'll be happy to post it, and I promise there is some original work coming, the revival of an old series.... enjoy. xxx

Katie was in this black strapless dress that barely came down to her mid-thigh, it was hugging every curve of her body.. It seemed to barely cover her tits, this dress was meant to steal attention and it definitely was doing that.  Her beautiful silky brown hair falling over her shoulders. Wearing black high heels, made her ass pop out of her dress. She must’ve seen my jaw dropped because she just smiled and let herself in her ass rubbed up against me and I instantly got hard. She went ahead and sat on the couch crossing her legs. I had known Katie since we were 9 and played soccer in the same team. We went to the same same schools all the way through high school until college and we're really good friends. She had invited me to a party at her new school not knowing anyone there she didn't want to go alone. We made our way to the party out in Santa Barbara which was in a huge house pretty much a mansion. We had fun we played beer pong I even got a few numbers from some girls their although Katie pulled me away to go dance. She was definitely more friendlier than the usual backing on into me i knew she felt my dick as she kept dancing on me. In my opinion she was one of the hottest girls I've met she was 5'7 gorgeous figure an ass to die for and had the most beautiful brown eyes ever.

I've always had a crush on her but never wanted to risk it by doing something stupid. But tonight I really wanted and I knew she did too. I placed my hands on her hips to my surprise she grabbed it moving it down to her ass. She smiled at me saying "let's get out of here"

We made our way to my apartment as she was telling me how lonely she has been. When we got there  she was pushing me in saying how's she wanted this for a long time. Pushing me on the couch straddling me with her legs on each kissing my neck, nibbling on my ears, and rubbing herself against my dick. She lets out a small moan, as she feels my dick get harder and harder the more she rubs and kisses. While I slowly raise her dress uncovering her nice rounded ass. Giving it a firm squeeze causing her to let out a moan.
"Spank me baby" she said smiling at me
I struck her ass leaving my hand print causing her to moan loudly

She had put on some black lace lingerie with matching black stockings.  Her red bouncy hair hung loose over her shoulder. With her tight black dress showing her figure her long legs and large breasts. She pushed off me giving a long kiss as she stood up.

She slowly reached behind her to unzip her dress the whole time looking straight at me.  She slowly pushed the dress down slowly giving a little dance, letting it drop to the floor. Only leaving her sexy black lace panties with high heels.

She gave me a chance to stare up and down her body before she took a few steps. She softly rubbed herself against me, sliding her near naked body against me. Running the fingers of her hands along me as she did. Then she ran her fingers down to my cock, where she let out a devilish grin. She quickly undid my pants, releasing my cock. She wrapped her hand around it, gently stroking it while she bit her lips.

Slowly she lowered herself down in front of me. Until she was crouched with her face parallel to my cock. She looked at it, taking in the length and thickness. She leaned forwards to lick her tongue up my cock, circling the head. Before sliding her lips gently over him. Sucking softly on it as she slowly lowered her mouth down me. I gave a soft moan as she took me in her mouth. She slide her lips back up me, before licking me again. Only then did she start to suck on me with her beautiful eyes looking up on me

She slid her lips along my cock, sucking firmly on him. Taking her time, enjoying the sounds of pleasure I was making. After a short while she began to move slower, sucking harder on me as she did. Then she took as much as she could in her mouth. Pushing herself to take it to the edge of her endurance. Before moving back to sucking firmly on me. . I wrapped my fingers in her hair  tilting her head looking up at me.

Here she was sucking me off, something i have only dreamed of. As she sucked on me i could she began to rub at herself through her panties.  Her finger were glistening with how wet she was.

As her fingers began to increase her own pleasure she began to increase her movements on my cock. Moving faster on me using her tongue to lick along my cock. Curling it around the head. Then again pushing to take as much of me in her mouth as she could. Sliding her mouth up and down my cock, as far as she dared. Then making herself go a little further, right to the edge of gagging. She began to move harder, sucking faster. Moving her lips along me in a movement she was certain would bring me to the edge of cumming.

“Fuck, god I’m cumming.” I hissed sharply, just before she felt my cock throbbing in her mouth. A second later my cum pumped into her mouth. She gasped then swallowed hard. Taking my cum down her throat. Swallowing all of my cum down her precious mouth. I grunted softly as I came, holding her head still until I had emptied myself in her. When I released her head she held it for a couple of seconds longer, licking the last of his cum off my cock. She lent back on her heels and swallowed the last drops, looking up at me as she did. My expression was one of pleasure and satisfaction. She slowly rose to her feet in front of me.

She slid her hands up her body, from her legs up over her hips until she was cupping her breasts. My eyes followed her hands as she slid them up her. She gently squeezed her breasts as I watched her. She lowered her arms down running her hands down to her thighs. Slowly undoing the clips on her stockings, to allow her to remove her panties. She hooked her fingers inside her panties, pushing them down slightly. As she did she turned away from me. As she pushed them down she bent over, giving me a view of her naked pussy and round ass.

She walked seductively, towards me keeping eye contact. When she reached me she climbed onto the sofa, straddling me. I looked up at her, my eyes heavy with lust.

Katie reached down to wrap her fingers around my cock. Holding it still she guided herself onto me. She lowered herself down, slowly taking me into her tight warm pussy. Feeling her pushy walls stretch around my cock, I  felt so hard inside her. The gasp she gave as she went down turned me on so much. God she was seriously going to enjoy this. She sank down until she had taken me fully inside her. she took in a long, shaky breath as she sat on me. It was gratifying to know she was not the only one effected by this. With a deliberately slow movement she pushed back up on me, then lowered herself down again. Her breath in as she did was a shuddering gasp. It felt so amazing being in her. Stretching her fully around my cock. Her pushy was already damp with a few movements.

She began to move up and down, slowly at first. Sliding her body along me. Her soft gasps as she rode me only got me harder,. As she gradually increased the speed of her movements those waves grew stronger. The heat grew hotter within her stomach. She felt his hands resting against her thighs. My hands grabbing her hips firmly as she bounced . Then I ran my hands up to her breasts. Cupping them, squeezing them firmly with my fingers. Katie hissed as I squeezed her breasts.

She began to move faster, riding me fully now. Sliding her pussy along me rapidly. Moving up until I was just inside her. Then dropping down until I was fully buried within her. She gasped hard, the heat between her legs spreading out through her body. I was grunting softly under her, soft noises of pleasure that came from deep in my throat. As the feel of my hard cock opening her pussy increased with her speed so did her gasps, turning into moans of pleasure.

“Oh god baby, you feel so good.” She moaned as she rode me. I grunted in reply, my hands still holding her firm breasts. The heat was now a raging inferno within her. The flames rising up her body. She knew that if those flames reached her head she was totally loose control. Yet, she wanted them to get there. Beneath her I began to push up into her. Timing my thrusts to match her downward movement. Of course this only added to the sensations flashing through her. Now I was thrusting up into her, burying myself even further inside her. Her insides felt like they had melted. She clung to the back of the sofa, moaning loudly, in a shrill voice.

“Oh god, oh god ah ahhh fuuckk,  I’m, I’m…” She cried out as she climbed to the edge of exploding.

“Yes babe, cum for me. Cum with my dick in your cunt.” I hissed to her, increasing my thrusts into her. Katie squirmed, squealing sharply as she dived into her orgasm. Heat flashed to every part of her body. Only my hands wrapped around her back stopped her from falling backwards. I thrust up into her hard, fast. Victoria clawed at the back of the sofa, squealing as she rode her orgasm. It felt as if her body had shattered, only the feel of my cock inside her held her together. When she came down she felt how hard I was thrusting into her. She sensed that i was building to the same kind of release she had just had. She began to ride him hard, slamming herself down on him. He groaned, burying my face into her breasts. My mouth kissing them all over. Licking wildly at her nipples. I was grunting hard, my thrusts wild up into her. She matched them with her own thrusts down. Slamming herself down onto me. Gasping deeply with each thrust downwards. Her body hypersensitive after her orgasm.

“Unn,unn fuck.” I grunted loudly as she felt my thrust becoming totally uncontrolled.

“Yes, cum babe, cum.” She gasped to me, squeezing her thighs around me as she spoke.

“OHMYFUCK.” I cried out as my body went stiff under her. She dropped herself right down on me. Just as I began to cum. katie gave a soft hiss as she felt me cumming inside her. It was one of the pleasures of sex that she could not get enough of. The feel of a guy emptying himself into her. Unfortunately it was one she had not had much chance to feel lately. So, she milked it for all she could. Squeezing her pussy tight around me, rippling her muscles to try and milk every last drop from him. Under her I  bucked upwards leaving everything I had. Bringing my hand down to slap her ass, I face buried between her breasts. I grunted repeatedly until I totally emptied myself inside her. Then sank back into the sofa with a long gasp. She sat on me, breathing hard as she slowly came down from her own sexual peak.

After a couple minutes with gingerly movements she climbed off me. with shaky legs a bright red ass and juices dripping down her inner thigh.

McKayla

This is a story i really enjoy ;) so I thought I share it with you guys
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Looking back, the first time I saw her, I think I knew we were going to fall in love.

There's just something about McKayla . . .

The wicked glint in her eyes when she laughs. The way she tilts her head and smiles knowingly. Her hips sway when she walks. Her eyes seem to bore right through you. When she talks, you are the most important person in the world to her. She's the sexiest person in any room and she knows it.

It took me a while to realise what it was, but I was irrevocably smitten. Maybe it was because I was young and impressionable. Maybe I was in an "experimental" stage of my life. Or maybe McKayla was that person who comes along once in your lifetime and if you don't grab her right then, you'll regret it forever.

I had just moved to the beach after graduating from college. My uncle knew a guy who got me a job working for a buddy of his as the office manager for a warehouse. I didn't know a soul in the town, but I wanted to live anywhere but Po-dunk, USA, and that was the first job opportunity I got.

It was me and forty guys who worked at the local adult beverage distributor. They were a little crude and—shall we say—"unrefined", but they were all basically good guys. Most of the time, they tried not to tell sexist jokes around me and usually didn't burp or fart in my presence, but they didn't always remember.

Being the new person (and only girl), I was subjected to a lot of good-natured hazing, but pretty soon, I was just one of the guys. It helped that I liked football and could cuss up a bluestreak with the best of them. I also didn't tolerate their bullshit, and I could dish out as much as I could take.

Still, some days, I longed for some female company. The warehouse was next to a strip mall that had a doctor's office, a mom-and-pop Chinese restaurant and the local branch of a large bank in it. It turned out that a teller and a medical technician had the same lunch time as me and after meeting fairly frequently over the lunch buffet, pretty soon we were hanging out together after work.

Allyson was seeing a guy and Bretlynn was single. I had broken up with my boyfriend near the end of my senior year. We had gone out for about two years, but he never exhibited a lot of drive. He seemed to be on the six (or eight) year plan and was content to take all the classes he could as long as his parents were paying.

He was pretty, but his not having any ambition led to a lot of resentment in me which led to simmering anger which led to poor communication which led to him not being able to keep his dick in his pants. I dumped his sorry ass and never looked back. I wonder now why I put up with his shit for so long.

Anyway, a couple of nights a week Allyson, Bretlynn and I started going out for drinks and hanging out. Sometimes, Allyson's boyfriend would join us; sometimes he had to work late or we had a girl's night out. I dated a couple of guys, but I wanted to be single for a while and enjoy being 22 before I did the spouse and family thing that I thought everyone expected of me.

One night, Allyson brought her friend McKayla with her. She was a couple of years older than the rest of us and was a financial planner at the bank where Allyson worked.

I remember thinking how pretty she was. McKayla went to college on a softball scholarship and was tall, with a firm, muscular build, dark hair and perfect skin. She was the kind of girl that made everyone around her go "Dayum!"

McKayla also had an air of supreme confidence about her. I think that's what attracted me to her. She seemed to know herself. I didn't know what I wanted out of life. I didn't have a plan for tomorrow, much less for 10 years. Hell, I was just happy to have a college diploma and a job that would make my rent, student loan payments and leave me just enough to go out a couple of nights a week.

The four of us went to a local seafood restaurant for dinner and then downtown to the boardwalk for drinks and dancing. McKayla was nice and friendly. She's the kind of person that doesn't know any strangers. I ended up sitting next to her and we talked all night, mostly about work and other inconsequential stuff. She drew me out immediately.

We stayed out until close to midnight, but since it was a work night, we couldn't stay out too late, so we promised to all go out again.

As Allyson and I were walking back to her car, for some reason I turned over my shoulder to get one last glimpse of McKayla, who waved. I reflexively waved back.

"You know she's a lesbian, right?" Allyson said.

My jaw dropped. I thought she was just friendly.

"I think she likes you," my friend said with a wink, and I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

In hindsight, that certainly explained why some of the things McKayla had said to me earlier might have sounded like a little more than conversation just between friends.

What it didn't explain was why my pulse raced when I saw her smile.

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The four of us continued to go out a couple of times a week. After a couple of months, I had settled into my job and felt fairly comfortable around town.

McKayla and I became close friends; I never got the feeling that she was hitting on me, but nor could I ignore the fact that there always seemed to be a sort of tension between us.

When our eyes would meet, for the briefest second there was just the two of us; the rest of the world faded away. She would smile at me, as if she knew something I didn't. Then I'd blink and look away, embarrassed.

This went on for a month or so until my birthday, which happened to fall on a Saturday night.

I was turning 23 and the girls took me out for an all-night bender. It started at my place when they came to pick me up. One of the advantages of working for a liquor distributor is that there is never a shortage of booze. Somehow, the inventory is always off by a bottle or two and no one ever seems to know where it went . . .

Bretlynn and I were hanging out trying to decide if we wanted to party with our friend Jose or our other friend The Captain when Allyson and McKayla showed up. After some friendly discussion, someone opened the Cuervo and the night began.

Things were fine for the first two hours and then my memory gets blurry. We went to dinner at P.F. Chang's. There was some more liquor involved, followed by dinner and some singing by the servers. Then we went out to the clubs. Allyson, Bretlynn and I got pretty hammered while McKayla took lots of incriminating pictures and babysat us. Someone needed to be our designated driver, after all.

In the midst of the tequila-induced haze, I have one lucid memory of that night.

We were at one of our favourite places. I was humping and grinding on anything that moved. Apparently it made me very popular with the guys there (and a couple of the girls, too).

Allyson had her backside stuck out and was shaking it suggestively towards me. I was making a big show out of smacking her playfully for everyone to see.

Turning over my shoulder, I saw McKayla dancing near us with an amused smile on her face. I don't know what came over me, but I reached out and pulled her to me.

Before she could react, I stuck my tongue into her mouth. I'm sure it was wonderful for her. Here I was—drunk out of my mind, smelling of smoke and too much perfume, tasting of tequila and God only knows what else—trying to make out with her.

Very romantic, don't you think?

I remember her eyes getting real big for just a second, then she pulled back and, for the first time I could recall, McKayla appeared to be at a loss for words or what to do.

With a drunken laugh, I turned back to Allyson and we continued to dance, but I remember McKayla standing there for a long moment, as if she was wondering what signal I was sending.

The girls later told me the night ended when the bars closed. I have to take their word for it. The next morning was ugly. I hadn't had a night like that since college. Granted that wasn't too long ago, but still, you'd think that I'd have learned my lesson after the last time. Or two.

I woke up with a splitting headache. You know the kind: It's where you spend the next three hours puking your guts out, all the while saying to yourself (repeat after me), "Dear God, I promise I will never drink that much again . . . if You will only make the throbbing go away and the room stop spinning. Amen."

Thankfully, wherever I had ended up, someone had the good sense to draw the curtains closed and the neighbours were mercifully quiet. That could only mean I was no where near my apartment. After all, the kids on the other side of my bedroom wall were always up at 7 am and raising hell by 7:15. The superintendent liked to mow the lawn early in the morning, and I had (unfortunately) gotten a unit that was near the pool, which on a nice summer day was usually busy and crawling with urchin children from Hell.

Trying not to upset my internal equilibrium, I looked around the room for a clock. It was a little after noon. I moaned and rubbed my temples.

It took me a few minutes until I could bring myself to sit up. I let out a stream of unladylike curses under my breath and willed myself not to throw up on the very nice duvet.

Someone had changed me out of my clothes and into a long nightshirt. Underneath, my panties were on, but my bra was gone. I brushed my hair out of my eyes and then looked around (but not too quickly) to see where I was.

I didn't immediately recognise anything. There was a picture of two people about my uncle's age next to the clock radio. A couple of paintings hung from the walls. A solid oak dresser and nightstand matched the very nice (and probably expensive) headboard.

There were three doors in the room. I stumbled towards one of them and fumbled with the handle. It opened into a hallway. The sunlight coming from an open window hit me and I recoiled back into the bedroom. I tried door number two.

It was the one I was looking for: the bathroom.

I dropped my panties and plopped down on the toilet, as relieved to be off my feet as anything else.

The recent activity only made me feel worse. My head still throbbed.

"Amberle?" I heard a voice call. McKayla. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

Her footsteps came down the hall. I heard the door to the bedroom open and saw McKayla poke her head into the room. She turned and saw me in her bathroom.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said and quickly closed the door.

I finished my business and then stood, very slowly. I stumbled out of the bathroom and out into the bright hallway. McKayla was waiting for me. She was all dressed up in a nice pants suit and leaning against the doorframe.

"How are you feeling?" Her voice was soft, probably knowing that loud noises weren't going to be good for me.

"Like shit," I replied feebly as my eyes adjusted. The taste in my mouth was stale, a mixture of tequila, beer and morning breath.

McKayla only smiled.

She walked me to the kitchen and led me to a table in front of a nice bay window. The bright sunlight stung my eyes, but the view of the water blew me away. Her house was right on the beach. Off the deck was a walkway going over the dunes right on to the sand.

I had never been to her place before. I knew she lived a little ways north and that she lived by herself, but I had no idea her home was this nice. She usually came over to one of our dumpy apartments because Allyson, Bretlynn and I lived closer to the clubs and the action.

For the next several moments, I only stared out her window dumbly. She pushed a bottle of Sprite into my hands which I drank reflexively.

"Feel like something to eat?" she asked.

I could only nod.

"I've got cereal, toast, bagels and waffles," McKayla said. "Take your pick."

"I'll have a bagel," I mumbled, turning away from the window.

Her kitchen was spacious and warm. The appliances were shiny and looked as if they had been taken out of the box maybe a month before. I could only imagine how much her place cost; right on the beach, almost brand new and big.

Efficiently, McKayla fixed me a plain bagel with cream cheese, then sat down next to me. I nibbled at the food, not really hungry, but I knew I had to get something into my stomach. I just hoped I could keep it down.

"I didn't do anything stupid last night, did I?" I finally managed to ask.

She smiled slightly. "Not really."

It was then that I remembered my drunken pass at her. I looked away, embarrassed. If she was going to call me on it, that was the time, but she didn't.

"Where are Allyson and Bretlynn?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Allyson is in one of the guest bedrooms," McKayla replied gently. "I took Bretlynn home on the way to mass."

"You go to church?" I asked.

"Every Sunday," she said, very matter-of-factly.

I was taken aback by her reply. I didn't figure being Catholic and a homosexual went together very well, given the papal stance on same-sex relations. What did I know, though? My family wasn't very religious and I had never gone to church regularly.

"Eat up," McKayla said gently and patted my hand. Then she stood. "I'm going to wake up Allyson and then get you girls home."

As she walked away, I wished her touch had lasted a little bit longer.

McKayla got us up and dressed, then took us back to our apartments. There was no throwing up involved. Just a massive headache. I sat in my apartment for the rest of the day, partly hungover, partly confused.

What was it about her that gave me chills just thinking about her? Was it really a sexual kind of arousal? She was certainly a pretty girl. Plus she was smart, funny and kind. However, I had never had any sort of lesbian feelings. I liked guys; that much had always been certain.

Still, I couldn't deny that there was some sort of attraction between us. And it wasn't just as friends. There was just something about her . . .

The memory of our kiss—however fleeting, however clouded by liquor—was the only thing from the previous night that was crystal clear in my mind. Her lips were so soft. Her touch so gentle. Just the thought of that kiss made me tingle from head to toe. What did it mean?

The next week flew by. We had plans to go out on Saturday night and it was my week to be the DD, which was kind of a relief since I didn't feel like drinking much anyway.

We decided to go out for dinner and then hang out along the boardwalk.

There is a really nice seafood restaurant that's right on the intercoastal and not too far from my apartment. There's a dock around back, and in the early afternoon a boat pulls up and unloads the day's catch. Talk about a fresh meal.

McKayla came over to my place after work and then we went to pick up Allyson and Bretlynn. There was a palpable tension in the air between us but neither of us wanted to talk about it, or even acknowledge it.

While waiting for our names to be called, Allyson and Bretlynn had a glass (or two) of wine. We sat on the deck watching the sun set and making small talk. The restaurant pager went off and we got up to go inside.

On the way, we passed another group of girls. One of them waved at McKayla.

"Hey," she said shyly.

"Hi," McKayla replied, her usual poise gone, suddenly becoming uncomfortable. She stopped for a second and the rest of us piled up behind her.

"How have you been?" the girl asked. She took a tentative step forward. Familiar.

"Okay. You?"

"Good."

McKayla shifted nervously and flashed the blinking pager in her hand. "Our table just got called. I'll see you around."

"Um . . . okay." It might have been my imagination, but I thought she sounded disappointed. What I knew wasn't my imagination was the twinge of jealousy I felt from the pit of my stomach.

We were seated and were looking over the menu. McKayla looked like she wanted to disappear behind hers.

"Who was that?" Allyson asked casually. When she's drinking, sometimes she says things she might not say otherwise.

McKayla blushed. "Vicki Damron."

"Didn't you—" Allyson started.

"Yes," McKayla said curtly. She lowered her menu enough to shoot Allyson a stop-talking-now-or-I'm-going-to-smack-you look.

Bretlynn giggled at the other girl's obvious discomfort. I watched McKayla's reaction carefully. She wouldn't make eye contact with me.

The rest of the meal passed uneventfully. Allyson and Bretlynn let the subject drop and moved on to gossip about their friends and other topics. McKayla still wouldn't look at me. Her face was flushed with what I thought was embarrassment and maybe a little bit of shame.

A little while later, we were back in my car and headed downtown. We parked on a public lot and then headed over towards the boardwalk. There were a couple of dives and clubs we frequented there. I didn't feel much like dancing and if I let myself admit it, I really wanted to be rid of Allyson and Bretlynn.

The four of us stopped at a place that had a deck off the back. Allyson went to the bar and brought drinks for the three who were drinking. Our two companions were already pretty loose; McKayla was uncharacteristically quiet.

We talked for a while and then guys started showing up to hit on us. It was a familiar pattern. Allyson and Bretlynn reveled in the attention. McKayla and I politely waved off all but the most persistent ones; those we shot down mercilessly. After a few minutes, the pair disappeared with a couple of guys to the dance area in front of the band.

That left McKayla and I sitting at the table in one corner of the deck. The silence between us was deafening. Neither of us wanted to start the conversation.

McKayla stared off into the distance. A warm sea breeze blew in.

"She wasn't my girlfriend," McKayla said softly. Almost apologetically. I could barely hear her above the music and the chatter. "We just went out a couple of times."

"No chemistry?" I asked. There were butterflies in my stomach.

The other girl shifted uncomfortably. "There was lots of chemistry."

"So what happened?"

There was a long pause. McKayla looked down for just a second, then let out a bitter sigh. "The same thing that happens every time: my head keeps getting stuck up my ass."

I didn't know what to say. I don't know why, but I reached across the table and took her hand. She was trembling. McKayla looked up at me for the first time that night and tried to smile.

Something I had never seen before was in her eyes. Fear.

"Why?" I whispered.

"I don't know," she said, her frustration evident.

"Afraid of being hurt?"

"I think I'm afraid of being happy."

My hand squeezed hers gently.

She wiped her eyes. "It seems like every time things start to go my way, something comes along and kicks me right in the ass."

This was the first time she had ever opened up to me like this. Her self-assured persona was gone, wiped away for just a brief moment. I didn't know what to say.

"Listen," she said, taking a deep breath. In an instant, she blinked back her tears and covered up her vulnerability. "I'm sorry for bringing you down like this . . . I'm going to catch a cab home."

McKayla grabbed her purse and started for the stairs at the end of the deck. Impulsively, my hand reached for hers. I pulled so she was facing me.

"Would you like to go out sometime?" The words were out of my mouth before I knew I had said them.

It seemed like forever before she answered. She looked into my eyes and smiled. "How about next Friday?"

"I was thinking tomorrow." My stomach churned. I had just asked another girl out. What the hell was I thinking?

"I'd like that," she said. There was relief in her eyes. "I'll pick you up at five. We'll go some place casual."

"Okay," was all I managed to reply.
She squeezed my hand, then turned and quickly walked away.

I sat at the table for a long time, staring down the staircase McKayla had just graced with her soft steps. In my mind's eye, all I could see was the provocative sway of her hips, the wave of her hair, and I wondered what I had just gotten myself in to.

***********************

The next afternoon, I buzzed about my apartment. No matter what I did, I couldn't get the butterflies in my stomach to settle down. My pulse raced with the first date anticipation that was a combination of delight, nerves, fear and arousal.

My look needed to be just right. I washed and dried my hair. I checked the clock. I got dressed. I put my hair up. I put my make up on. I let my hair down. I checked the clock again.

I paced around my apartment. I changed my earrings. I put on a different blouse. I put my hair up again. Ten years ago, I had my first date with a guy named Jason Hager and that wasn't half as nerve-wracking as this day.

Finally, I settled on a button-down white blouse over a maroon tank top with a short—but not too short—skirt. She said we were going some place casual, but I hoped I wasn't too casual.

As I stared at the mirror for the millionth time, I heard a knock at the door. The clock read 4:58. That was McKayla: always on time if not a little early.

I spritzed myself with perfume then went to the door. I took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, trying to will the tension and nervousness away. It didn't work.

My heart racing, I opened the door.

McKayla stood there. Her hair was pulled back, highlighting her delicate features. She smelled of sweet vanilla lotion.

A long moment passed.

"Ready to go?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure," I managed to smile.

"I know a little Italian place just up the road," she said as we walked towards her car.

"That sounds great." I didn't know what to say or do. It was like I was 14 again and she was the captain of the football team while I was the nerdy girl from the back row in geometry class. She was way out of my league and I was in over my head.

We got in her car, a sporty little BMW convertible. Red, of course. The top was down and the drive to the restaurant was quick.

The hostess seated us at a table tucked away in the back. The lights were low. McKayla's eyes glimmered in the candlelight.

I nervously looked over the menu, but I didn't have much of an appetite. I can't remember what I ordered; I just know I didn't eat much of it.

Another uncomfortable silence fell over us.

"Why did you ask me out?" McKayla said, not beating around the bush.

I looked around nervously, as if afraid that someone might overhear. On a Sunday night, the place was slow and there was no one around.

"I don't know," I replied. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

That drew an amused chuckle from both of us.

"I'm a heartbreaker, you know," McKayla said suddenly. The usual playfulness was gone from her voice. "Commitment is something I'm not good at. I don't do relationships."

It took me a second to absorb her words. Was she trying to defend herself from me? Or was she warning me?

"And I don't do girls," I said, trying my best to imitate her dry smile. "But you'd better know this: I'm not going to be just another notch on your bedpost."

We both managed a forced laugh. That seemed to break the tension between us. At least for the time being. Really, all it did was put it on the back burner.

The entrees came and we started to talk. Even though we had known each other for several months, being out with her alone was like meeting someone for the very first time. We started with the easy questions.

"How did your parents come up with a name like Amberle?" she asked me at one point.

Easy question. I had fielded this one many times over the years. "My parents were dorks. They named me, my sister and my brother after characters in some books they liked."

"I didn't know you had any siblings."

"Yeah," I shrugged. "I'm the oldest."

"What are their names?" McKayla asked.

"Brin and Ander."

"Interesting . . ."

"What about you?" I asked.

"My father wanted to name me Michael if I was a boy, and Mom wouldn't let him name me Michelle. Something about some psycho ex-girlfriend she didn't like," McKayla smiled and took a sip of her wine. "So they were going to name me M-I-C-H-A-E-L-A, but Mom convinced Dad that I needed a special name, so they switched the spelling to make my name 'unique'."

"Didn't you hate that when you were a kid?" I asked, flashing her a knowing smile. "You know, you can never find pencils—"

"Or keychains—"

"Or bicycle license plates—"

"Or shirts—"

"And don't you hate having to spell your name for everyone?"

We laughed together at our shared childhood experience.

"Speaking of spelling," McKayla said. "There's only one 'e' at the end of your name, right?"

"Yup," I replied. "That's how it's spelled it in the book even though you say it like 'Amber-Lee'. And don't you hate it when people try and shorten your name? Being called 'Amber' always pisses me off."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Don't call me 'Kay' or 'Kayla' or 'Mickey'. Gawd, I hate that," she rolled her eyes, "I used to hate my name, too, though after a while I thought it was cool. It makes me special. And not in the short bus kind of way. It sure beats being just another Tiffany, Catherine or Sally, doesn't it?"

"Exactly," I replied warmly. My mind drifted off for a second. I started to say something else, but stopped.

"What is it?" McKayla asked, looking suddenly concerned.

"Nothing." I said, looking away.

It dawned on her just then. Her eyes got real wide. "You said, 'were'. Are your parents? . . . Oh, my god . . . I'm so sorry."

I smiled reflexively and shrugged. This had become an automatic response for me. "It's okay. You didn't know."

"How?" she started. "No, wait, that's none of my business."

The uncomfortable silence came back.

"Mom was killed in a car accident when I was twelve," I said softly. My eyes were fixed on my glass of wine, but my gaze was distant. "Dad died when I was 17. He was out jogging and had a heart attack."

She took my hands in hers. I looked up and smiled meekly.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said apologetically.

"I like my name because my parents liked it." As McKayla had opened up to me the night before, I did the same for her. I shared something private with her, something not even my best friends knew. "It makes me feel like they're still with me, and they always will be, because no one can ever take my name away from me."

My hands withdrew from hers so I could wipe the tears from my eyes.

McKayla paused for a minute, then took my hands again. Her voice was soft. "If it's any consolation, I kind of know how you feel. My real dad was killed in a hunting accident when I was two. I don't remember much about him . . . but I know that he will always love me, just as your parents will always love you."

"Thank you," I managed to whisper. My feelings about my parents were things I had buried years ago. We went to live with my aunt and uncle, but a little part of me felt like I had to grow up quickly for my sister and brother. McKayla didn't know what that felt like, but I did appreciate her reaching out to me.

She raised her wine glass. "To dorky parents and the names they saddled us with."

I tried to smile and our drinks klinked together.

The maudlin moment passed as she changed the subject on me. We spent the rest of the meal making small talk and getting to know each other better. It was so much different without Allyson and Bretlynn there. Her attention was fixed solely on me. We talked about growing up. About our jobs.

McKayla was an only child. Her mom and stepdad lived a couple of hours away. She liked living at the beach and did very well for herself as a financial planner.

After the meal, we ended up back downtown at the boardwalk. Instead of going into the clubs, we walked together up and down the strip, sometimes stopping in at one of the chincy tourist trap souvenir shops or looking for something to get for dessert.

We ended up at Coldstone Creamery. I had a "love it"-sized Oreo Overload and McKayla had them make up some concoction of M&Ms, Oreos, Snickers and chocolate chips (in chocolate ice cream, no less).

How she could eat all that and look so . . . so hawt was beyond me. I'd be as big as a house if I ate half as much as she could put away.

The two of us wandered up the boardwalk and came back along the beach, each of us holding our shoes as the warm ocean water washed in over our feet.

Our conversation continued and we got to know each other even better. I lost track of time walking up and down the beach. The lights along the shore are deceptive that way.

I noticed that the shops along the boardwalk were closed and that the traffic in the bars had slowed down.

"Holy crap!" McKayla checked her watch. She flashed me an embarrassed smile. "It's 10:30. I didn't mean to keep you out so late."

"That's okay. I don't mind." A part of me was sad that our night was ending. "But I do have to get up early for work tomorrow."

"Me, too," McKayla grinned sheepishly.

We stared at each other awkwardly for a moment. It was then that I truly noticed how beautiful she was.

I had always thought she was pretty. There was no denying that. Her body was firm all over, round in just the right places and her angular features gave her an exotic look that made me envious. It dawned on me that she wasn't simply attractive. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

Standing there on the beach, right then in that moment, I was completely blown away by the woman at my side. She was the kind of woman men would fight duels over. I'd have fought for her. And if I was reading her signals right, she was mine for the taking.

I just didn't know what to do next. It really was like being 14 again.

"Come on," she reached out and took my hand. "Let's get you home."

I looked around nervously to see if anyone might be watching us. The fact that I had never held hands with a woman before made me wonder if I had bitten off more than I could chew, but that thought passed out of my head in an instant.

Her touch was electric. All I knew was that I wanted to be close to her. I needed to be close to her. We walked quickly back to her car and rode in silence to my apartment.

She parked right outside my apartment and I led her to my doorstep, still holding hands.

I fumbled for the keys in my purse, finally opening the door.

"Would you, um . . . like to come in?" I asked.

There was a longing look in her eyes. I could tell she almost said, "Yes."

"It's late," she said with a regretful sigh. "We have to be up early tomorrow."

I didn't know what I would have done had she taken me up on the offer, but I looked away, trying to hide my disappointment.

McKayla squeezed my hands and my eyes went back to hers.

"I had a really good time tonight," she said quietly, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Me, too."

"Am I going to get a second date?" The hopeful look in her eyes must have matched the one in mine.

"Yes," I replied. "But next time, I'm paying."

She smiled awkwardly.

It was moment of truth time. At least it was for me.

My hands were still in hers. I felt her tug slightly and I tilted my head back.

I closed my eyes. McKayla's lips were soft and warm. A shiver ran from the top of my head all the way down to my toes.

She nibbled softly on my lips. I wanted to throw my arms around her but I couldn't. My body was paralyzed, frozen by her kiss.

Finally, she pulled back. It took me a second to open my eyes. I drew in a deep breath.

"Wow," I breathed softly, unaware that I had spoken out loud.

McKayla smiled gently.

"Thank you," she whispered. She let go of my hands and took a step back. "I'll call you tomorrow. We could go out after work or something."

"Sure thing," I replied robotically. Inside, I was torn. A part of me wanted to pull McKayla inside with me and never let her go. But another, possibly more rational, part wanted to put the breaks on whatever it was that I felt and take things a little slower.

"I'll . . . ah . . . see you later." McKayla gave me a look that promised great things for our next outing, then turned and walked back to her car. I watched her, hypnotised by her bouncing pony tail and magnificent backside.

She got in her car and backed out. I went inside and closed the door. My hands still smelled of her lotion. I could taste her on my lips.

It only took a few seconds to throw my purse down and rush to the back of my apartment. Falling onto the bed, I imagined McKayla laying on top of me, her weight pressing down.

I masturbated violently, fantasising about being with a woman for the very first time.

My orgasm didn't satisfy me.

So I did it again. And again. And again, until I finally fell asleep, exhausted.

***********************

She called me at work the next morning. We had to postpone our second date; she ended up having a meeting that night. We compared schedules and found that the only time we could go out by ourselves was the next Friday. She was busy with meetings and dinners with clients; I was free most nights but we had also promised to go out with Allyson and Bretlynn some after work.

The four of us girls went out on Wednesday and Thursday. It was awkward. At least it was for me. I tried not to hover too much around McKayla and she avoided staring at me. It was like our date was something to hide.

Of course they knew we had gone out; Allyson told me as much later. They also knew we had gone out as more than "just friends", but neither of them said anything; I think they enjoyed watching McKayla and I sweat as if we had some deep, dark secret.

Each night I went to sleep wondering what I was getting myself in to. Was this infatuation or puppy love? Was I just experimenting? Was I really a lesbian? Or did I just find myself attracted to someone who was irresistible?

The memory of our kiss made me long for the next Friday night. That was the slowest week of my life, but it finally passed.

McKayla was coming over after work. I made reservations at Chez Pierre, a local French cuisine restaurant, and wanted things to be perfect for us. I was still nervous, but not as bad as the weekend before.

She showed up right on time.

"Hungry?" I asked as she stepped into my apartment.

"I'm starved, actually," she said.

After I went to retrieve my purse and keys, I turned to head for the door and found McKayla right behind me.

I jumped slightly. My body tensed as I felt her arms around me. She pulled me close and, before I could react, gave me a deep, passionate kiss.

Slowly, I relaxed as her tongue entered my mouth. Her hands framed my face.

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Her kiss was both hard and gentle at the same time. I could feel the desire radiating from her, yet her touch wasn't rough or overpowering like a man's.

McKayla was all woman. She was very feminine but at the same time not girly.

She pulled back enough to let me breathe, then nibbled softly on my lower lip.

Her hands brushed the hair out of my face.

"I've been waiting all week for that," she whispered.

"Me, too." My voice was barely audible.

No matter what I told my arms or feet or hands to do, I couldn't move. All I could do was stand there in her arms, trying to remember to breathe.

We gazed into each other's eyes for an eternity. Her big brown orbs were hypnotic and smoldered with lust and passion.

Finally, she let me go. I tried not to let out a disappointed sigh.

I took her hand and led her out to my car.

We made some small talk on the way to the restaurant. She had just landed a couple of new accounts at work and was very excited. I was just happy that my boss hadn't chewed on me the day before when a whole pallet of liquor had turned up missing (no one at work had actually stolen anything—this time—the new inventory system screwed up all on its own).

We were seated at a private corner table. The lights were low and the food was excellent. McKayla ordered a braised chicken and I had the stuffed duck in a white wine sauce. We talked for a while about little things.

"Amberle," she said right after we were done with our salads, her voice nervous. "Are you . . . I mean . . . do I . . . aw, shit, I'm going to fuck this up, too . . ."

"Fuck what up?" I asked after a moment.

She took a deep breath. "Do I have a shot at being more than just a friend?"

I looked into her eyes. "I've been wondering that myself. . . . Listen . . . This is all very new for me . . ."

Her hand reached across the table. I took it.

"I'm not good at relationships," McKayla said quietly. "All the ones I'm in usually end badly."

For a second, I was tempted to say something, but I could see that she was searching for just the right words.

After a false start or two, she began to speak, her voice hushed. "I don't like commitment. I don't like feeling like I'm tied down. Maybe it's because I spent so much time . . . wondering if I was normal . . . worrying about rejection or people not accepting me because of who I am . . . I wish I could explain it."

Very gently, I took her hand in both of mine and gave her a reassuring look. "I'm just the opposite. I fall in love quickly. I like being in relationships. They're safe and secure . . . or at least I like to think they are. Sometimes I put up with someone's shit for too long just because I don't want to be lonely. I've been trying out this single thing, but I'm not sure I really like it."

We were silent for a second. She looked away for a second and chuckled to herself. "We're quite a pair, aren't we?"

I smiled back. My mind flashed back to my last couple of boyfriends.

"Sometimes, I think I like the idea of being in love more than I like the person I'm with," I whispered.

"I like the idea of being in love, too . . . I think I'm too chickenshit to do it, though." McKayla gave me a rueful smile. "You know that girl we saw the other night? . . . Vicki . . . She's my usual pattern. We met at a club, hooked up and then went out a few times. Then I started making excuses not to see her."

As her voice trailed off, I felt that little twinge of jealousy in my stomach again. "Why?"

McKayla looked away. "I don't know . . . I think a part of me likes the one night stands . . . I can't get hurt that way."

"I'm not the one night stand type," I said, my voice hardening unconsciously.

"You've never had a one-night stand?"

I just shook my head. That wasn't quite true, but I wasn't about to tell her that. Not then.

She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "Look at me . . . I'm a mess."

"You're a beautiful mess," I said softly.

McKayla shot me an appreciative, yet mischievous, smile. "And you're full of shit."

We both took a quick drink, both to avoid having to say anything and to wet our dry mouths.

"Why did you ask me out?" she asked me for the second time.

"Because you're . . . I don't know," I stammered. "Because it seemed right."

"I don't want to break your heart," McKayla warned.

"You don't want to break my heart or you don't want your own broken?"

I could tell a flippant retort was on her lips, but she stopped. I think the words stung her because they hit a little too close to home.

"McKayla," I began. I waited until she had looked up into my eyes. "I don't know what came over me. A part of me thinks that I've gone off the deep end. I've never been attracted to another woman, but when I look at you . . . all I can think is that I've got to be with you."
"I want that, too." I could barely hear her.

Whatever she was going to say next was cut off by the servers bringing our dinner. We waited until everything was on the table and we were alone again.

"You know," she said, "You're the first girl in a long, long time that I've gone out to dinner with before I went to bed with her."

"I told you before," I replied with a sly smile and a slightly teasing tone, "I'm not going to be an easy lay for you, McKayla. You're going to have to work for me."

It was all I could do not to melt at the gaze she shot me just then. It was a good thing I was already sitting down because my knees got weak. I think if we hadn't been in public, she would have thrown all the plates and glasses to the floor, laid my body out on the table and had her way with me. And I don't think I would have stopped her.

I don't think I could have stopped her.

My pulse had quickened. My breaths came shorter.

"Sweetie," McKayla said finally. "You are so going to be mine."

It wasn't a warning as much as it was a promise.

I smiled inwardly. What she didn't know was that I was already hers.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. I don't remember what else we talked about, but we both managed to get our desires under control. She walked me to my door again.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked her for the second time.

She thought for a minute. "No."

Her response was shocking, to say the least.

"Not tonight," McKayla was clearly torn. I was hurt. Being turned down once was okay. Twice was giving me a complex. She took my hands. "Do you like me?"

"Yes," I replied, disappointment and frustration filling my voice.

"Then you need to decide if this is something you really want."

It was, or at least, I thought it was. Did I? Or was it just lust?

"Believe me," she said. "This is as hard for me as it is for you. If not harder."

I looked her in the eyes and knew she was telling the truth.

"There's nothing in the world I want more than to make love to you. Right. Now. But I want to give it a try."

"Give what a try?"

"Us." Her voice betrayed a hint of fear. "I'm tired of being lonely. I'm tired of hook-ups and break-ups. I can't promise anything . . . and you'll have to be patient . . ."

My hand went to the back of her neck and I pulled her to me. Our lips met. Hungrily.

I finally let her up for air. Our breathing was laboured.

"I'll make you a deal," I said. "You don't do relationships. I don't do girls. Why don't we teach each other something new?"

Her response was to press me back against the door frame as she put her lips on mine. Our tongues dueled eagerly.

"That is the best idea I've heard all night." McKayla gave me one final kiss and then pulled away. She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card. She scribbled her address on the back. "Do you remember how to get to my place? Good. Come over tomorrow. Say . . . three o'clock? Pack a bathing suit and an overnight bag."

Before I could respond, she turned and walked back to her car.

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I was restless all night, wondering what the next day held in store for me. When the sun came up, I began going through my closet trying to find just the right outfits. I didn't know what McKayla had planned, so I threw a bunch of clothes into a bag and hoped I hadn't forgotten anything.

Right before I left, I took a shower and resisted the temptation to masturbate.

From what I could recall, McKayla lived about half an hour up the coast, and I left at about two, following the Mapquest directions to her house. I knew I was early, but I didn't want to get lost and be late. I drove by her subdivision with lots of time to spare, so I stopped in at a grocery store and bought a few bottles of wine.

As I pulled in to her driveway, I marveled at how big her house was. She had a good size lot and her house seemed to blend in nicely with the neighbourhood. Although it was only a single level, it seemed to sprawl out with the beach forming a nice backdrop.

I parked in her driveway and as soon as I got out of the car, McKayla came out to greet me. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a nice t-shirt. I threw my duffel bag over my shoulder and she carried the wine inside.

"Very nice," she said, putting the wine in a special built-in cooler under her counter. I picked up a zinfandel, a chardonnay, a merlot and one of my favourite dessert wines.

"Let me take your bag," she said, noticing my discomfort. She led me to the back of her house. The steps were very familiar, only this time I wasn't hungover. She set the duffel in a corner of her bedroom, the same bedroom where I had woken up the week before.

I didn't really know what to expect next. A part of me hoped she would take it slow. Deep down, I wasn't really sure that my mind wanted what my body did. At the same time, my desire for McKayla was nearly overpowering.

"Did you have anything in mind for this afternoon?" she asked.

"Not really," I replied.

"I thought we'd hang out for a while," she said. "We could go down on the beach or just lay out on the deck. There's a hottub if that's your speed. Or we could run over to the outlet mall that's right up the road and do some shopping. . . . I thought that I'd cook you dinner and then we could watch a movie or something."

My heart jumped at the "or something".

In truth, I was relieved that McKayla didn't just push me into bed (although a part of me would have been okay with that, too). "Let's just hang out here."

She seemed to let out a relieved sigh. "Okay. I'll let you change here. My suit's out on the deck."

As she brushed past me, I impulsively reached out and took her hand. She turned her head and our lips met for a brief second. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I started to nibble on her lip, but she pulled back, as if willing herself not to jump me right there.

Then, she turned and quickly left her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

It only took a minute for me to change into my blue bikini. I pulled a t-shirt over it and went back to the kitchen looking for McKayla.

I drew in a sharp breath.

She was on the deck wearing a two-piece number that showed off her perfect form. Her raven-black hair hung down to the middle of her back. The thin spaghetti straps held up her gravity-defying breasts. I swear there wasn't an ounce of fat on that girl. The tingling started again in my gut.

McKayla turned and saw me through the bay window. Busted!

I could only blush. She smiled knowingly but didn't say anything.

With nowhere to hide, I walked outside onto the deck. The view of the ocean was amazing. There were a couple of trees in the backyard, but they were arranged so the shoreline was unobstructed. A privacy fence on each side of the lot kept the prying eyes of the neighbours away.

There was a small patch of grass and then the dunes started. A walkway led from the deck on the back of her house through the dunes and let out on the white sandy beach. At the fenceline, a door kept people from wandering in off the shore. A single showerhead let people rinse the salt and sand off before coming in.

The deck itself was large. It was tiered into three levels. Down from where we were standing, an area was carved out that held a grill and a table. Up one tier was the jacuzzi, another table and a covered bar. A handful of lounge chairs were scattered here and there.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked me.

"What have you got?"

"I was thinking of mixing up a couple of margaritas," she replied.

"That sounds great," I said.

"There are towels in the plastic bin behind the bar." McKayla answered my unasked question. "There's also suntan lotion in there, too. I've got some SPF 30, 40 and 45. On the rocks with salt, right?"

I nodded.

She went over to the bar and began mixing drinks. Nothing so crude as simply tequila and a mixer, but she handmade a margarita from scratch. I don't know about you, but in my book, that qualified her as a keeper.

As I sorted through the sunblock, she handed me a glass. I took a long pull. It wasn't too strong or too sour. It was just right.

"Beach or deck?" she asked.

"Deck," I replied.

We sat down on a couple of the lounge chairs. The sun was out but the ocean breeze kept it from being too hot.

Taking turns, we greased each other up with the suntan lotion. Her hands seemed to linger on my body and when she was done, I was disappointed not to feel her touch. I know I spent more time touching her than was necessary.

For the time being though, we pretended we were just two friends hanging out. The anticipation of the night was never far from my mind, though.

The drinks kept the butterflies under control, at least for me. McKayla seemed a little restless, but we lay out, taking care to turn over regularly.

We talked for the rest of the afternoon. Mostly about inconsequential things. Work. Our friends. Casual things.

Around five, McKayla had me tie the back of her bikini and then sat up. "I'm going inside to clean up and get dinner ready. You can shower in my room if you want or just hang out back here."

Then she leaned over and kissed me. There was hunger in her touch, and all too soon, she went inside, leaving me alone on the deck, my nipples sticking straight up and a tingle between my legs.

I spent the next few minutes trying to bring my heart rate down, then I went inside. McKayla had a couple of pots going and was busy cutting up some chicken.

She had changed into a sundress and smiled as I passed through. I went back to the bedroom and jumped into the shower, quickly washing off the oily lotion. I put on a nice blouse and a skirt and returned to the kitchen.

The smells were already permeating the house and my mouth started to water. I couldn't tell what she was making, but she had some pasta going, a white sauce in another pot and was sautéing up the chicken with some mushrooms.

"Can I help you with anything?" I asked.

McKayla looked thoughtful for a second. "How about opening up a bottle of wine? I think the chardonnay would go well with this."

It only took her about twenty more minutes to have dinner ready. She prepared the chicken and mushrooms in a white wine sauce and served it over linguini with a light tossed salad on the side. We ate on the back deck, watching the sky turn orange and red as the sun set behind us.

She was a tremendous cook and I tried to eat everything on my plate, but I just couldn't. I think my nerves were getting to me.

We finished dinner and she cleaned up. McKayla wouldn't even let me near the sink to wash my plate off.

A part of me was nervous. I had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner to build up my courage. Was I willing to go through with this?

When she was done putting the dishes away, McKayla led me out on to the deck. The sun had just set. A three-quarter moon hung reflected across the ocean. The sounds of the waves against the shore were soothing.

I knew what was going to happen next.

McKayla and I stood under the moonlight and stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. My heart raced. She took the wine glass from my hand and set it on the rail.

My palms began to sweat. I had to remind myself to breathe.

Her hands caressed my face, her soft skin brushing against my cheeks.

She pulled me to her. I opened my mouth.

Our kiss wasn't desperate or hard.

It was soft and sensual. Her lips lingered on mine. I found myself lifted up on my toes trying to match her height.

Once again my body was paralysed as McKayla kissed me again and again. Featherlight kisses. Every part of me began to tingle.

"Is this what you want?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I whispered.

"How far do you want to go?"

"I'll do anything you want," I replied immediately, desire clouding my judgment. "I just need to be with you."

If I had said that to a guy, I'm pretty sure it would have been off to third base and then a two-minute fuck right then. Instead, McKayla pulled me close to her. Our bodies pressed together.

Her hands ran through my hair. Her skin was so soft. All I could do was fall into her arms.

We held each other for an eternity. I was in heaven. Her touch was firm, but gentle at the same time. Our lips would meet, yet there was no urgency. I explored her neck and ear with soft kisses.

She moaned and dug her fingernails into my back when I hit one of those sensitive spots just right.

Then, she returned the favour tenfold. My knees went weak as her lips tugged on my earlobes. I pushed my body closer to her as she continued under my ear and down towards my collarbone.

One of her hands brushed my breast. I moaned with anticipation, but she pulled at my collar, exposing my throat. McKayla's lips made my skin crawl.

She left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses along the crook of my neck. My body burned with desire.

"Let's go inside," McKayla whispered, taking my hand.

I followed her blindly. At that moment, I would have gone with her anywhere.

We ended up in her spacious living room. Falling on to her plush sofa, we held each other. Her kisses were so wonderful, so tender, I believed I would never tire of them. McKayla pressed forward, her weight causing me to lean back.

She was almost on top of me when I pulled away and pushed her so we were both sitting up, facing each other. There was a hesitant look in her eyes. Hesitant and momentarily fearful.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths.

"Is this what you want?" I asked softly.

"Yes, Amberle," she replied. My pulse raced even faster as she said my name. "I want this."

"Are you sure? I'm not asking you to commit to spending the rest of your life with me . . . or even a week." My hand lifted her chin so she was looking me squarely in the eyes. "But I . . . I don't want to be just a fling for you."

She smiled gently at me. What appeared to be relief washed over her.

"I'll try," McKayla promised. "I swear to God I will."

With that, my arms wrapped around her neck and I pulled her close to me. I leaned back, pulling her down with me. I could have lay with her on that couch for hours.

There was no hurry. We explored each other slowly. Deliberately. My hands caressed her body. I felt her breasts against me. Her long hair tickled my face.

She made no move to undress me there. We just kissed and held each other for a long, long time.

"I love your lips, Amberle," McKayla said.

"I love hearing you say my name," I whispered back, pulling her in for another kiss.

"Can I take you to my bed?" she said, sitting up.

All I could do was nod.

She stood and pulled me to my feet and led me to the back of her house. Along the way she flipped out all the lights, but the moonlight was enough to see by. The big bay window in her bedroom was open. The stars reflected off the water into her room.

McKayla sat me down on the edge of her bed then gave me a hungry, lingering kiss. She lit a handful of candles on her dresser and the nightstand. They bathed the room in a soft glow, their vanilla scent filling the air.

I looked once more at my beautiful lover. Her dark hair hung down over her shoulders. Her eyes twinkled in the flickering light.

It only took her a couple of steps until she was standing in front of me. My eyes were level with her breasts.

Is this really happening? I thought to myself. It was like having an out of body experience.

Her hands gently pushed me back on the bed, then maneuvered me into the center.

I was lying on my back, my skirt riding up past my knees. McKayla lay down next to me.

We kissed again. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered again. Not from nervousness this time, but anticipation.

Our lips were locked together. My eyes were closed.

McKayla kissed her way over to my ear, leaving a soft trail across my cheek. "I'm going to undress you now."

I nodded.

Her hands caressed my face, then went down my neck. I bit my lip to keep from gasping with pleasure. Very slowly, she began unbuttoning my blouse. Soon the top three buttons were open and she pulled the rest out of my skirt.

My eyes were closed as she tenderly explored me. I thrust my chest forward as I felt her hand around my breast.

Turning, I eagerly brought her mouth to mine. Just as our lips touched, she pinched my nipple.

I cried out.

Her hands opened the rest of the buttons. Every time she touched me, a shiver ran through my body. I looked up and saw her staring down at me, desire and passion in her gaze.

She pushed my blouse and bra straps over my shoulder. Anticipating what she wanted next, I wrapped arms around her neck and lifted myself slightly off the bed. As we kissed, I felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a slight smile.

With an expert touch, her nimble fingers had my bra clasps undone and I found myself topless. My nipples were hard with arousal. Goosebumps covered my skin, and not because I was cold.

I pulled McKayla to me, my bare chest against her dress. My hands reached around her, searching for the zipper at the top of her neck. I had just found it when I felt her strong hands around my wrists.

"Not 'til you're naked." McKayla held my hands and her mouth hungrily enveloped mine. I fell back into the bed, wanting—desiring—right then to feel her soft skin against mine.

McKayla's soft, lingering touch continued for several more minutes. She wasn't in a hurry. A part of me reveled in the attention, in the gentleness of her. My lover knew what she was doing, and she was doing it slow. Partly to savour. Partly to torture.

I wanted her more than anything. Her slow hand stoked the fire within me.

It didn't help when she withdrew her hand from my breast. I let out a disappointed sigh, feeling lost without her fingertips on me. It quickly became a startled gasp as her mouth descended on my nipple.

She sucked it into her mouth suddenly. I arched my back and cried out. My fingers and toes went numb. I suddenly felt lightheaded.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered.

Her hand went back to my breast. Her hair brushed my face. I tilted my head back, anticipating her lips against mine.

Instead of the hard, passionate kiss I was expecting, her lips only brushed mine. I whimpered in frustration. I lifted my head, searching for her, wanting to be close to her, but she pulled back.

" 'Fuck' isn't my name, Amberle," she said softly. Teasingly.

"McKayla," I breathed.

"That's better," she replied and gave me a soft peck. She was doing this on purpose, like throwing gasoline on a bonfire. "What's my name?"

"McKayla!"

"I like the way you say it." She bit my lip. "I think I'm going to like the way you scream it, too."

"McKayla," I moaned, louder.

" 'McKayla' what?"

"McKayla . . . please . . ."

"Please what?"

"McKayla, please fuck me." I really didn't know what to say and those were the first words that came out of my mouth. I didn't really know what girls did with other girls. What I did know was that this woman in my arms was driving me crazy. I had never felt this way before about anyone.

Just having her close to me was enough to put my entire body on edge. I felt like I was going to explode. If only she would just set me off.

Her tongue entered my mouth and entwined with my own. Her hands roamed my body, first back to my chest and then down lower. I moaned again when she put two fingers inside the waistband of my skirt, then she pushed lower, brushing the top of my mound.

I didn't think the desire within me could build any further, but it did. My hips started to grind, trying to get her hand lower still, but she again pulled away.

This time, though, she didn't let me down. Her hand had withdrawn only so she could push my skirt down. I lifted my hips and soon the skirt was halfway down my thighs.
"You look delicious," McKayla said softly in my ear.

Wiggling my hips, I pushed my skirt further down my legs at the same time. When it was past my knees, I kicked it away. All I had on was a pair of black lace panties.

I felt so exposed right then. But it didn't matter. I was with McKayla. For some reason, I trusted her. I knew in that instant that she wasn't going to use me. So I lay there, almost completely naked, waiting for her to take me.

Her eyes devoured me. The hunger within her was beginning to boil over. Her touch, which had been slow and gentle just a few minutes ago, was harder. More desperate.

I liked that I made her considerable control slip.

We kissed again. Our teeth knocked together. One hand was behind my neck, pulling me to her. The other was inside the band of my panties, pushing them down.

Suddenly, McKayla let up. I opened my eyes, afraid the spell between us was broken.

The passion still smoldered in her eyes, but her expression softened. She looked nervous. "Amberle . . . Are you sure this is what you want?"

Her voice nearly broke. She was talking so softly, I could barely hear her.

"Now is the wrong time to be asking that." I flashed her a reassuring smile.

"If you don't . . ." Her voice trailed off, as if she didn't want to contemplate all of the bad outcomes that might be in store for us. Her mask of certainly slipped for a fraction of a second, her vulnerability slipping through. Then it was back in place. "If you don't . . . you need to leave right now . . . Otherwise I'm going to rape you. . . ."

In response, I pulled her to me. For just a second it was my turn to be in control. I forced my tongue into her waiting mouth. I kissed her hard. My hands went to the back of her neck. When she tried to pull away, I grabbed a handful of her hair and would not let her up.

All of the desire that was built up inside me, all of the passion, I channeled it into that one kiss.

It was wet. It was sloppy. It was rough. It was glorious. It seemed to go on forever.

She was tentative at first, but soon gave in. My hands went to the back of her dress. This time, she didn't resist as I pulled the zipper down. Nor did she stop me when my hands popped open the clasp on her bra.

I pushed her back, and reached for the hem of her sundress. We broke our kiss only for a second as I lifted it over her head, then flung it across the room.

Once again, I pulled her to me. Our bare bodies pressed together for the first time. Our tongues dueled. I never wanted her lips to leave mine again.

Her hands dug at my panties, pushing them down. I did the same to her.

Laying back on the bed, I pulled her on top of me. Her magnificent breasts were mashed against mine. My hands reached around and cupped her firm, round ass.

My legs were spread and she started to slowly grind her pussy against me. The space between my legs was slick and moist. My sex burned with desire.

Our lips never parted. Her hands were on my face as she continued to kiss me.

I whimpered in frustration as she rolled to the side. I tried to wrap my legs around her, but she was stronger than me.

Her kisses were softer now. She worked her way across my cheeks. My hands were on her body. I cupped her breast, getting my first feel of another woman. They were firm, yet coated in soft skin.

It was her turn to moan as I squeezed them gently.

McKayla left a wet trail of kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Her hands roamed my body, working their way lower. From my arms to my breasts. From my breasts to my belly. From my belly . . .

I was laying flat on my back. A gasp escaped my lips as she cupped my mound. I spread my legs.

My body shuddered as her fingers brushed the lips of my sex, tentatively at first. Then she made another pass. And another.

Waves of pleasure washed over me. My nipples were rock hard. One of them went into her mouth.

All of the blood in my body seemed to have drained out of my head. The room started to spin.

With only a fingertip on my button, McKayla began manipulating me in ways no one had ever done before. I bucked my hips against her hand.

She established an easy rhythm that varied just enough to keep me off balance, but she never let up.

"God damn, that feels good," I hissed.

My hands reached for her head. I wanted to kiss her so badly.

Still she continued to rub my pussy. Her hand was surely coated with my juices.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to me. As our lips touched, she quickened her pace suddenly and pressed harder.

"Fuck!" I sobbed.

Harder. Faster.

"Wrong!" Her voice was firm, but teasing.

Her lips pressed to mine as my body tensed.

"McKayla!" I cried out.

I was nearing a crescendo. Her hand was moving faster. I began to hyperventilate. My hips moved in time with her fingers.

"That's better," she said. Her hand was a blur.

"Oh . . . McKayla . . . fuck . . . fuck me," I arched my back and thrashed around on her bed. She had built me up and I was so close!

"Cum for me, Amberle," she said in my ear. "Cum all over me!"

The tingling started in my toes. I had orgasms with guys before. I even had some pretty good, scream-and-wake-the-neighbours orgasms.

None of them compared to this one. And all she was doing was touching me.

I tried to form the words, but I couldn't. I tried to give her some warning, but I couldn't breathe.

My hands went numb. I started to feel dizzy.

It was as if all of the sensations in my body were suddenly drawn to McKayla's hand, and then let go all at once.

I cried out. I don't know what I said. I'm sure I shouted and shrieked and moaned. All I knew was that the woman who held me gave me pleasures I could never have dreamt of.

All the while, McKayla held me close to her. Our bodies pressed together.

As I let loose a primal scream, she never let up. Her hand never stopped moving.

The orgasm seemed to last forever.

Then the room went black and the last thing I remember was McKayla pulling back and looking into my eyes. In that instant, we connected on some new level. I knew right then that we were going to be more than friends. Even more than lovers.

I knew. It wasn't lust. It wasn't desire. It was "the moment." I knew that McKayla Diane Perry was the one person I was going to love forever and ever and that no one else could ever come close.

Then the darkness consumed me.

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My eyes fluttered open. I must have been out for just a few seconds.

McKayla was leaning over me, a gentle smile on her lips. Her hair hung down, she brushed out of the way and tucked it behind her ear.

She leaned in and kissed me softly.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred. "A fainter . . ."

"Not always," I managed to reply. My entire body was limp. It took a tremendous effort to throw my arms around her neck and pull her close to me.

We lay in each others arms for a long time. I needed to recover my strength. McKayla seemed content just to hold me. Her body was warm. Her touch gentle. Her perfect breasts were mashed against mine.

"Thank you," I whispered in her ear. "You were wonderful."

She bit my ear lobe. The sultry tone of her voice made my skin crawl. "I'm not done yet."

Her lips went to the side of my neck. I turned my head and shuddered as she hit that nerve just right.

"I want . . ." My voice trailed off as I tried to reach for her, but she pushed my fumbling grasp away. "I want to do you, McKayla."

Under the moonlight, there was a wicked glint in her eye. "You will . . ."

As her voice trailed off, I drew in a sharp breath. Her teeth raked my collarbone. A hand squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple. Her touch was exciting and comforting at the same time.

She knew exactly how I wanted to be touched. She seemed to anticipate what my body needed.

". . . but not tonight," she slurred, her lips leaving a wet trail down my chest.

McKayla continued to work her way down my body, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. All I could do was hold on. She was fully in control. And I surrendered willingly.

A little while later, amidst the moans and screams, I fainted for the second time that night.