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 Playing the Game

   by The Gripping Hand



   "It's been a long time," she said uncertainly, as she rubbed her hands
nervously along her thighs.  "I mean, the divorce was five years ago, and
we separated a year before that."

   "It doesn't matter to me.  The only question is, are you going to let it
matter to you?" I kept my voice low, and held my gaze steady.  I wanted to
make sure that this was something she wanted, and not something she was
doing under pressure.  We were sitting on the floor, in front of the
fireplace, on a soft, worn rug.

   I had begun thinking about the game several hours ago, shortly after we
got in the car.  It was spring, and Rachel and I were driving to her cabin
to open it up for the season.  She had bought it a decade or more ago with
her now ex-husband as a vacation getaway.  Since the divorce, she had been
maintaining it, but it was tough on her.  The real estate crash meant that
she couldn't sell it for what she paid for it, so she had no choice but to
maintain it as best she could.  We both lived near Troy, New York, so it
was an almost 7 hour drive to the small town on the coast of Maine that
provided the mailing address for her cabin.

   The cabin itself was small affair, built as a three-season refuge for
middle-class factory workers and civil servants who wanted to escape the
city for a while to hunt, fish and relax in midst of beautiful rolling
hills, small lakes, and the ocean shore.  The cabin was furnished and had a
living room, small kitchen, a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom.  The rooms
and the furniture were all rudimentary, but serviceable for a week or two
at a time.  The centerpiece of the house was the sliding glass door that
opened on a small patio with an expansive view of the boat dock and lake
beyond.  A field-stone fireplace flanked the glass, providing warmth and
light on colder evenings.

   Usually, Rachel went up to the cabin for a weekend in May to get it
ready for the summer.  Scheduling that weekend was a problem, since she had
to juggle her son's sports and school schedule, her job, and her other
obligations back in Troy.  Opening the cabin was a two-person job,
involving cleaning the place after a long winter of disuse, getting the
water and utilities restored, and stocking the cabinets for the summer. 
Rachel's son, Brian, usually went with her to the cabin, but sometimes his
schedule didn't allow a weekend away.  On those occasions, Rachel would go
with a friend or relative for the long trip.  This time, I volunteered.

   I'd been watching Rachel for a couple of years now.  My wife and I moved
into the house down the street several years back, and we met Rachel and
her family through neighborhood events and church and school meetings.  We
were all very friendly, and spent a fair amount of time with each other,
sitting on the porch and sharing stories and drinks.  We had all been to
the cabin several times and enjoyed spending time with Rachel and Brian. 
One evening a couple of weeks ago, Rachel had mentioned that she needed to
go open the cabin, and my wife and I volunteered.  When it came time to
leave, Brenda had to complete a project at work and couldn't go, so Rachel
and I decided to go alone.

   Rachel was not a classic beauty, but then again, neither was I.  She was
of average height, slightly heavy, with full, mature breasts and graying
hair.  Her eyes sparkled when she laughed, giving her face an
attractiveness that wasn't apparent on first glance.  I enjoyed spending
time with her, and we had engaged in some spirited conversations.  I had
never really spent much time alone with Rachel before, so we had never had
any really intimate conversations.  I knew she wasn't adverse to discussing
sex and other intimate topics, but we had just never had that kind of
conversation.  While I didn't intend to try to seduce Rachel, I certainly
wouldn't avoid an opportunity to get her to loosen up and be a little
freer. Since my fetishes involve voyeurism as well as reading and listening
to stories of sexual adventures, I thought I might try to get her to talk
about her sexual history.

   We left early on Friday, in order to get to the cabin that evening.  We
would stay in a hotel on Friday, since the water wouldn't be on until
Saturday.  We would spend Saturday working on the cabin, and stay there
Saturday night before returning on Sunday.  I had only that long to get the
stories I wanted to hear.

   My plan was simple.  I would direct our conversations to dating,
relationships, and families.  Since we both had teenage children, it was
natural to talk about our expectations for their sexual relationships in
the context of our own histories.  If that didn't get me what I needed, I
knew that we would spend Saturday night with some adult beverages, so I
could also use that to my advantage.

   The drive was uneventful, and I learned a little about her personal
history and about her divorce.  We had known that the divorce was not
Rachel's fault, but we hadn't known that she had walked in on her husband
and his lover not once, but twice.  Of course, he promised to mend his
ways, but after the second time, she told him to get out.  We chatted
casually as we puttered about the cabin, getting things organized for the
day of work ahead on Saturday.  After we broke for dinner, we headed back
to the hotel to relax and swim in the hotel pool.  Since we were trying to
economize, we were sharing a room at the little hotel.  Rachel took her
small bag into the bathroom to change, and came out dressed in her swimsuit
and covered with one of the hotel robes.  She was surprised that I was
already changed.  I said, " Well, you know how guys are.  It doesn't take
us long." To be honest, I wouldn't have been upset if she had walked in on
me naked, and she had smiled a bit, implying that the prospect didn't
disturb her all that much, either.

   We went down to the pool area and spent about half an hour in the pool
and hot tub, splashing around and just generally relaxing.  We went back to
the room to change, and this time I waited until she had finished in the
bathroom before I went in and changed.  We had a couple drinks in the small
lounge attached to the hotel, and then went back to the room.  We were both
tired after the drive, and the rest of Friday evening passed uneventfully.

   Saturday was more promising.  We got back to the cabin and set about
getting it ready for the summer.  After all the moving, cleaning, cutting,
trimming and repairing, we went to the store for supplies and food for
dinner.  We also decided that the evening's libations were to be
margaritas, so we got plenty of tequila, mixers and ice.

   After dinner, we started a fire and settled in.  We both enjoyed board
games, so we inventoried the cabin's supply.  Scrabble looked promising,
and as the evening wore on and the tequila flowed, the words we spelled
became more adult.  When I finally went out on "quim" (on a triple word
score, no less!) we laughed ourselves silly.

   I decided it was time to move on to the next part of my plan.  "Any
thought on what to play next?" I asked innocently.

   "Oh, I don't know.  Most of these require more people, so we don't have
a lot of choice." She looked around and her eyes lit up.  "What about
Trivial Pursuit?"

   "Great!  I love that game." We got it out and set it up, reviewing the
rules and categories.  "Hey, I've got an idea.  Want to make this a little
more interesting?" I smiled in what I hoped was a disarming way.

   "Maybe.  What did you have in mind?"

   "What about 'Adult Pursuit?'"

   "'Adult Pursuit?' Is that a drinking game?" she said, looking puzzled
but interested.

   "No, not really.  It helps to be doing some drinking, but the game
doesn't involve drinking.  Basically, it's more like strip poker and
truth-or-dare.  Every time you land on a wedge space or in the center, you
get a question like normal.  If you get the question wrong, you have to
take off a piece of clothing.  If you lose all of your clothing, but the
game hasn't ended, the next time you miss a wedge question, you have to do
what your opponent tells you to do.  Also, if you are the question asker,
and you have lost your clothes, if the opponent misses a question, you can
retrieve one of their pieces of clothing (not any of your own) and use the
discard the next time you miss a question.  The only exception is that you
can't put the piece of clothing on in a way it is normally worn.  For
example, if you take my shirt, you can't wear it like a shirt.  You can put
it on your head, or lay it across your lap, but it can't be a shirt." As I
made the explanation, I could see that she was interested yet apprehensive.

   "Uh...," she said hesitatingly, "I'm not sure."

   "I forgot one of the most important rules.  When you have run out of
clothes, you have to do what I tell you (or vice-versa).  But, those
requests cannot be for any sexual physical contact between the players or
to do something that would bring embarrassment to the players.  You can't
make someone run outside naked, take pictures of themselves or the other
player, call or text someone, or do anything else that might be harmful."

   "Well, that part makes sense.  What did you mean by sexual physical
contact?" There was still some interest in her eye, and she took a nervous
sip of her margarita.

   "I can't make you touch me in a sexual manner.  I could say, 'massage my
temples,' or 'massage my shoulders,' but I can't ask you to touch my butt
or my dick, or kiss me.  If I do, you can refuse and I forfeit the right to
have you do something that turn.  Of course, you don't have to refuse, but
you have that option."

   "I noticed you didn't say anything about personal contact..." she noted
slyly.

   "Very observant.  One part of the game is that I can tell you to touch
yourself and you have to do it or forfeit your next opportunity to tell me
to do something.  The only exception is that I can't tell you to do
something that is physically painful for you." I waited expectantly for her
response.

   She still hesitated.  "Jimmy, I haven't had a date since my divorce. 
Men haven't found me all that interesting, and I really didn't want to date
with Brian still at home."

   "Well, I suspect you already know that I find you interesting, or I
wouldn't have suggested the game.  Brian isn't here, so we don't have to
worry about that.  Brenda isn't here, and since the rules prevent physical
contact, we aren't doing anything terribly wrong." I said it gently,
simply, and breathlessly.  I was surprised about how stimulated I was about
the thought of playing this game with Rachel.

   She still hesitated.  "It's been a long time," she said uncertainly, as
she rubbed her hands nervously along her thighs.  "I mean, the divorce was
five years ago, and we separated a year before that."

   "It doesn't matter to me.  The only question is, are you going to let it
matter to you?" I let her response and my comment that hang in the air.  I
knew that at that point, anything else I said would be too opportunistic. I
waited, fiddling with game board and dice.  Finally, I looked up at her and
smiled slowly.  She looked at me, nodded and smiled, and said simply, "Ok.
Let's play."



   The game started slowly, with both of us skirting around the wedge
spaces and missing some easy questions.  I thought that Rachel might need
some extra encouragement, so I decided that I needed to be the first to
take something off.  On my next turn, I managed to land on the green wedge
and missed the question.  Turns out I didn't have to fake a wrong answer,
since I have no clue what it was supposed to be.  I slipped off my shoes
and passed the dice to Rachel.

   We went back and forth like this a couple times until we were both at
the point where a shirt or pants were going to go next.  Once again, I
decided I needed to be first and on my next wedge, missed a brown question.
Looking embarrassed and a bit chagrined, I undid my jeans, slipped them off
and tossed them aside.  My dick was semi-stiff and was clearly visible
through my shorts.  I looked up at Rachel and smiled nervously as she
surreptitiously eyed me with a slightly hungry look in her eyes.

   Soon enough, her turn came.  She missed a question and realized that she
needed to take something off.  I watched her as her hands twitched a bit,
as if she couldn't decide whether to take off her top or her jeans. 
Finally, she rose up on her knees, unsnapped her jeans, and slid them down
her legs.  She sat back, lifted her legs and slipped them rest of the way
off.  She set them aside, smiled nervously, and passed me the dice.

   I watched her little show, but tried not to stare.  She had shapely
legs, and I enjoyed the slow revelation as she slid the jeans down.  She
was wearing cream-colored, lacy boy-shorts style panties, which were modest
yet flirty.  I caught a glimpse of shadow of pubic hair, and I thought I
saw a small wet spot forming.  I hoped she was as interested in the slow
show we were giving each other as I was.

   The game went on.  I quickly lost my shirt, leaving me with just my
shorts, which were now fully stretched forward by my boner.  I caught
Rachel several times looking at my boner and the wet spot that was forming
from my pre-cum.  A short time later, Rachel missed another wedge question
and lost her shirt.

   She sighed and looked at me, working up the courage to pull off her top.
She took a sip of her drink, set the glass down, and quickly, like someone
pulling off a bandage, whipped her shirt up and off.  She dropped it on the
pile of clothes and sat back, watching me watch her.  Her bra was a
matching cream-colored lace, showing a little wear, but still cute.  Her
mature tits bulged out of the cups slightly, and her nipples were dark,
hard, and poking out at the fabric of her bra.  I could tell by the way her
breathing quickened that she was nervous but excited.

   We took a short break so that we could hit the bathroom and refill the
drinks.  I watched her as she headed for the kitchen and the bathroom
beyond.  Her ass filled the panties nicely and wiggled deliciously as she
walked.  While she was finishing up in the bathroom and getting the drinks,
I stoked the fire and added some more wood, and headed to the toilet.  When
I got back, Rachel had filled the glasses and settled back down in front of
the fire.  She said, "I see you built up the fire.  Thanks.  I was getting
a little chilly."

   "No problem.  I was glad to see we had plenty of wood." My banter was
innocent, but I was waiting to see if she would make a dick joke out of the
softball I had just served up.  She didn't disappoint.

   "Oh, it looks to me like there's plenty of wood here." She smiled
mischievously at her own double entendre as she glanced down to my dick. 
It had returned to its fully upright and locked position, and it looked
like she remained just as excited, if still with a hint of trepidation.

   We resumed the game, playing with a little more excitement.  I lost my
shirt, and Rachel began to hope that I would be the first to bare it all. I
thought she was right, and decided to make it happen.  I figured if I was
naked, she wouldn't have a reason to quit the game early.  My chance came
soon, and I missed a question in the middle.  Since we had agreed that the
middle would count as a penalty-eligible space, I knew the time had come. I
stood up, took a deep breath, and eased the waistband over my stiffy.  As
it cleared my shorts, it popped up and bobbed in front of me, the head
moist with pre-cum.

   Rachel eyed my nakedness and unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes
fixed on my throbbing erection.  I had no misconceptions about my size.  I
knew I was middling, at best, and I was nothing to write home about
looks-wise.  But I was clean, healthy, and able, and Rachel, at some level,
knew that what she was seeing was sex, simple and uncomplicated.  She
didn't have to do anything about it, and in fact, probably wouldn't, but
the fantasy of sex was there, twitching in front of her.  She swallowed and
pick up the dice as I sat back down, my erection jutting up from my lap.

   Rachel got several questions in a row correct, then hit a wedge space.
Try as she might, she couldn't come up with an answer, and it was her turn
to expose something.  Slowly, she reached around her back and fiddled with
the clasp of her bra.  It parted, and she slid the straps slowly down her
arms, letting the cups peel away from her C-cup tits.  They were everything
I hoped for - full, slightly pendulous, with large aureolae and stiff,
dime-sized nipples.  They swayed gently as she dropped the bra on the pile
of clothes and sat back down.  I could tell she wanted to cover her boobs
with her arms, but we had agreed earlier that no covering-up was permitted.
She kept her arms down at her sides through main strength of will, but I
could tell she had to think about it.

   Soon after, she hit another wedge space and once again, it was her time
to suffer the penalty.  This time, she showed less reserve, standing
quickly, hooking her thumbs in her panties and whisking them down her legs.
Her bush was full and lush, shot through with streaks of gray.  I could see
her pussy lips peeking out between her legs, coral-colored and moist with
her excitement.  She sat back down, steeling herself for the next stage of
the game.



   Now the game got interesting.  Since we were both naked, the penalty for
missing a question was having to perform an act at the behest of the other
player.  Here I thought I should take the lead and made every effort to
ensure that she missed the next wedge question.  My efforts were rewarded,
and she missed a yellow question.  I cleared my throat, took a sip of my
drink and said, "I would like for you to play with your boobs while you
tell me about the first time you let a boy take your top off and suck on
your tits."

   She stared at me and blanched, just a bit.  She opened her mouth, and
then closed it again, holding back on an objection.  After taking a breath,
and a gulp of her drink, she put her drink down and began to stroke the
underside of her ample tits and spoke.  "I was probably 17 or so, and had
been dating Jesse for maybe 6 months.  We had made out, of course, and he
had felt me up, but I hadn't let him take my shirt off yet.  Well, we had a
day off school, and my parents were at work.  I had just started to take my
clothes off to shower when the doorbell rang.  I threw on a robe over my
jammy bottoms and naked chest and answered the door."

   "It was Jesse.  He said he was on his way to the library to do some
research and wanted to know if I wanted to come along.  When he noticed I
was still wearing my jammy pants, he started stammering and I could see
that his dick was getting hard.  I told him I hadn't taken my shower yet.
He said he would wait, so I invited him in." As she was relaying this
story, she began to rub her boobs, lightly as first, and then with more
intensity as she became involved with the memory.  She was rubbing
vigorously, pulling and pinching her hardened nipples.

   "I explained to him that I was just changing to shower, and he winked
and asked if I wanted him to wash my back.  I said no, thanks.  He held out
his arms for a hug and kiss, and I certainly didn't mind obliging him.  His
arms went around me and he kissed me, long and deeply.  As we kissed, his
hands caressed my back, and discovered that there was no bra under my robe.
He suggested that we sit on the couch.  Slightly breathless from the kiss,
I agreed."

   "As we sat down, my robe parted a bit and he could see the tops of my
breasts.  We resumed our kissing, and it wasn't long before his hand found
its way inside my robe, and he fondled and squeezed my boobs with great
enthusiasm, if not much style." As she got to this part, her breathing
quickened and her face reddened.  She also started stammering again, but
continued with the story.  "It wasn't much longer before the robe was open
and off my shoulders, and my naked chest was open to his hungry gaze.  He
quickly bent and took a nipple in his mouth and began to suck and nip on
it."

   "It was amazing!  I had never gotten such a rush from touching my tits
before, and the

   sheer pleasure it brought me made me gasp and squirm.  I put my hands on
the back of his head and held him to my chest while he worshiped my boobs.
I soon had to pull his face up to kiss him again and started to pull his
shirt off.  I needed to feel his skin on mine!  He didn't object and soon
we were laying on the couch while he alternated between kissing me and
sucking on my boobs.  A couple of times he tried to put his hands down my
pants, but I stopped him.  I wasn't quite ready for that, although we both
spent some time rubbing each other's crotches through our pants."

   Her breath came in gasps now and she was pinching and pulling at her
nipples as she squeezed her thigh together.  I think she was doing that
subconsciously, but the sight was mesmerizing and erotic.  I thought I
should bring her back to the game and said, "Wow.  That was quite a story."

   Her eyes opened and it took her a few seconds to reorient on where she
was.  Her tits were red from her ministrations.  As she came down from what
appeared to be a near-orgasmic plateau, I could see a definite wetness
glistening on her pussy lips and could smell her excitement.  From my point
of view, this game was working out quite nicely.

   Of course, now it was my turn.  I decided to focus on the game and see
if I could get her to masterbate to orgasm in front of me.  That meant I
had to play cautiously to make sure I didn't win before I got what I
wanted. We played on until I got stumped on a blue question and I was at
her mercy.  She smiled evilly and said, "While you are masterbating, tell
me about the first time you got a blowjob.  But you can't cum.  If you do,
I immediately get another demand."

   "That's not fair!  You can't make conditions like that, especially now.
I mean, after your story, it's not going to take much to get me off." I
pleaded, I whined, I begged, but in the end, she won, and I began my tale.
I made sure that I kept my stroking calm, with short strokes near the base
of my cock, and kept away from the head.

   "Her name was Tasha.  She was a year behind me in school, and this must
have been my senior year.  I had gone over to her house, and we were
sitting on the front porch.  I was sitting on the edge of the porch,
leaning back against the wall, and she was leaning against me.  I had put
my jacket over her chest so she wouldn't get chilly, and used that to cover
the fact that I was rubbing her tits while she moaned and we talked.  She
was a girl of some experience, so we were talking about various types and
variations of sex.  She could tell I was hard as a rock the whole time. 
Every once in awhile, she would squirm back against me to brush my hard-on
and tease me a bit.  At some point, her mom came to the door to tell us
that she was going to the mall and would be gone for a while.  Since we
were screened by bushes from the street and out of sight of the door, we
didn't worry about getting caught."

   I continued to stroke my cock, being extremely careful now, since I was
getting into the story and the memory.  "Tasha decided that we needed to go
inside, and we quickly got inside and onto the living room couch.  We
kissed, and my hands returned to her boobs.  All of a sudden, she stopped
me and told me to get up.  I thought was mad at me for some reason, but it
became clear when made me stand in front of her.  She smiled up at me and
started undoing my jeans.  She stripped them and my shorts down to my
ankles and took my throbbing cock in her hands.  She stroked it a couple of
times and then lowered her head to the tip and placed a small kiss right on
the tip."

   "The feeling was electric!  Her lips were soft, and hot, and wet, and I
was excited and amazed at the same time.  She began placing kisses all over
my cock, paying special attention to the spot under the tip.  It was clear
that she had done this before and had picked up some technique.  After a
couple of minutes of kissing, she placed her lips over the head and slowly
took me into her mouth.  In several slow, excruciatingly pleasurable
strokes, she had me fully in her mouth while she tongued the tip and
stroked the part of my cock that was left outside.  When she cupped my
balls with her other hand, I knew I was close.  I babbled something about
cumming.  She looked up at me, smiled, and began to pump.  Maybe three
seconds later, I was filling her mouth and moaning incoherently.  It was
incredible.  I've since had other blow jobs, and better blow jobs, but that
one will always have a special place in my memory." I made it!  I had
completed the story without shooting all over the gameboard.  What I hadn't
noticed was that Rachel had moved closer to me so that we were almost
sitting next to each other.  As I talked and stroked, she had been running
her fingers through her pubic hair and fingering herself furtively.  Seeing
that, I knew what my next demand was going to be.

   Rachel was up next, and managed to pass the dice without landing on a
wedge space.  I purposely tanked a turn so that Rachel would be the next
storyteller.  Sure enough, she landed on a wedge space and missed the
question.  Since she was sitting next to me now, I turned slightly so I
could watch her as I made my next demand.  "I want you to tell about the
first time you made love, while you pleasure yourself.  You may cum or not,
your choice."

   She feigned horror and embarrassment, but I could see a glimmer of
excitement in her eyes.  She leaned back against the couch, lifted her
knees, spread her legs, and began to run her fingers through her pussy
hair. Talk about an erotic vision!  Tilting her head back, she closed her
eyes, sighed, and began to speak.  "It wasn't Jesse.  We had broken up a
couple of weeks after that day on the couch, and he never got the chance to
go any farther.  I had gotten naked with a guy the summer before I went to
college, but we didn't screw.  By the time I got to college, I was thinking
about it a lot, but I didn't want it to be some casual one-night thing.  So
I was pretty choosy on who I dated, even if my roommate wasn't.  God, I
don't know how many times I woke up to find Gracie riding some guy in the
other bed in our room."

   By this time, she was really into the pleasure, running two fingers in
and out of her pussy, while using her other hand to rub her clit.  The
sound was stimulating, especially when coupled with the sounds of her
moaning, and the smell was absolutely intoxicating!  I have always loved
the smell and taste of a woman's excitement, and eating pussy remains one
of my favorite sexual ventures.  I slid down to my side, looking up at her
while getting my face closer to that intoxicating smell.  She went on,
seemingly oblivious to my fascination with her pussy.

   "One night, Gracie and I went to a party at a house near campus.  Gracie
disappeared almost immediately, and I looked around for the bar and some
company.  There were several unattached guys there, but most of them didn't
seem my type.  I found the bar and grabbed a beer.  I was turning around to
make another sweep of the house, and bumped straight into a guy, spilling
my beer all over us.  Well, it wasn't the first time that had happened, and
it wasn't the last, but I was taken with his eyes.  They were sexy and
smoky, even though he was fairly average looking otherwise."

   "We tried to talk, but the music was really loud, so we went out to the
back yard.  As we walked, talked and drank our beers, we turned the corner
of the house and caught sight of a window, low on the wall.  It looked in
on a bedroom, and there, not surprisingly, was Gracie, naked, riding some
guy, with another guy lining up on her ass.  As we watched, he slid into
her butt slowly while she moaned and tossed her head back and forth.  She
never let up on the guy underneath her, and he was mauling her monster tits
while he thrust into her."

   "They were all moaning, and we could hear Gracie muttering
uncontrollably - `Oh, God, stuff me full, give it to me, fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me,' and on like that.  It was incredibly hot.  We stood there,
watching Gracie screw these two guys, and I got incredibly horny.  I guess
my friend was too, since he stood behind me, rubbing his hard dick against
my ass and fondling my tits.  He stopped fondling me, and in a few seconds,
I could tell that he had dropped his pants and was rubbing his naked dick
on my ass while his hand was under my skirt, fingering me.  I was so hot,
and not a little drunk, and my brain just shut off.  I reached under my
skirt, dropped my panties, stepped out of them, and reached back and guided
his throbbing cock into me.  He moaned as he slipped into me, and I leaned
forward and put my hands on the wall.  As he thrust forward, I braced
myself against the wall so I could thrust back to meet his cock.  I was
moaning pretty uncontrollably now, but nobody heard us over the screams now
coming out of Gracie and her friends."

   "I began shudder and I knew I was close to cumming.  I used one hand on
my clit to get me off, and just as I started cumming, he pulled out and
came all over my ass.  I slumped against the wall while getting my
breathing under control, and told him to use my panties to wipe off my
butt. I stashed the soiled panties behind a bush and smoothed my skirt down
over my tingling pussy.  I turned to my partner and we kissed for the first
time, slowly and deeply.  Without talking, we turned and left Gracie to her
friends and returned to the party.  I never learned his name, and I never
saw him again." As she finished the story, she sped up her hand on her clit
and now had three fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy.  I was now
almost resting my head on her thigh, drunk on the scent of her sex.  She
stopped talking and just moaned and cried out, caught in the throes of her
orgasm.

   It was fascinating watching her orgasm at this distance.  I could see
the flush spreading across her chest, while her hands made jerky motions
on, and in, her pussy.  The lips of her pussy quivered around her fingers
and her other hand just kind of fluttered over her clit, not touching her
sensitive spot.  As she slowly slid her fingers out of her lips, she opened
her eyes and saw my face close to her thigh with my gaze fixed on her hand.
She stared at me for a moment and then hesitatingly moved her hand toward
my face.  I slowly reached out, took her hand in mine and guided her
fingers to my mouth, where I cleaned the juices from them with gentle licks
and kisses.  She moaned quietly and shuddered as I finished and sat up.

   "I guess it's my turn now," I said after a moment, as I picked up the
dice and shook them in my hand.  I waited a few more moments while her
breathing slowed down, then resumed the game.



   We played a few more rounds, then I missed a question.  I looked at her
expectantly.  Rachel gave me a small smile and said, "Tell me about the
first time you make love with a woman.  Stroke yourself until you orgasm."
Well, after what had gone on so far, that wasn't going to take long.

   I settled back against the couch, got a grip, and began my story.  As I
did, she moved around so she was laying with her head on my thigh.  From
there, she could watch me stroke my cock and still see my face.  It also
put her in the path of the spurting cum, which may have been a coincidence
or not.

   "It was Tasha, of course.  One day not long after the bowjob day, my
parents were going to be gone for the day.  I begged off, using an English
paper I need to write as an excuse.  Once they were safely out of the way,
I called Tasha and asked if she wanted to come over.  She readily agreed,
and I grabbed the keys and drove over to pick her up and bring her back to
my house."

   "When I got to her house, she was waiting for me and came bouncing out
of the house.  And when I say bouncing, I mean it.  She wasn't wearing a
bra, and her tits were merrily jiggling insider her tight t-shirt and bib
overall shorts.  She looked great, and I had an instant hard-on.  As she
got in the car, she slid across the seat so she was sitting right next to
me and gave me a kiss heavy with promise and desire.  As I pulled out of
the driveway, she unbuttoned the straps of the bib and let it fall to her
waist.  I put my arm around her and settled my hand on her tit.  While I
did that, her hand found its way into my lap and she rubbed by dick as I
drove.  Surprisingly, we got back to my house without an accident and
pulled into the garage."

   "Once inside, we went straight to my bedroom.  I sat down on the edge of
the bed while she stood in front of me.  She lifted the shirt over her head
and dropped it on the floor as she moved to me.  She put her hands on the
back of my head and guided my mouth to her nipple.  I feasted there for a
few minutes while my hands were busy unfastening the buttons on the sides
of her shorts and sliding the overalls down her sexy legs.  Once I did, she
stepped away from me, drawing me to my feet.  Her hands then undressed me,
leaving me in my shorts with my boner sticking out the top.  I turned her
and guided her onto the bed and lay beside her, one hand around her
shoulders and one resting on her thigh."

   "I slowly moved my hand onto her mound, rubbing in slow circles over her
pussy.  She was soon moaning and writhing under my hand, and I quickly slid
her panties down and off of her legs.  I paused for a moment to look at the
first pussy I had ever seen in person.  Her scent drove me absolutely wild,
and I moved around so I could lick her and bury my face in that exotic
smell.  When I did so, she moaned loudly and spread her legs as wide as she
could.  My legs were up near her head, and she worked my shorts down my
legs and off.  She grabbed my cock and began to stroke it.  With gestures
and short, panting words, she moved us into a 69 and she began to suck my
dick."

   When I related this part of the story, Rachel moved suddenly.  She took
my hand off my cock and covered the head with her mouth.  She licked away
the pre-cum that had slicked my dick, and began to suck me.  She stopped
only long enough to tell me to keep talking and tell the story.

   I did the best I could, under the circumstances.  "After a few minutes
of oral, she told me to roll onto my back.  She reversed positions and
straddled me, trapping my cock between my stomach and her wetness.  She
rocked there for a few minutes, then rose up, grabbed my cock, and
positioned it at her entrance.  She paused, looked me in the eye, then slid
down my cock until I was buried completely in her hot pussy.  Once fully
seated, she leaned forward so we could kiss while she moved up and down on
my cock.  I had one hand on her ass, one on her tit, and I was in absolute
heaven!  I couldn't last more than about two minutes, but it seemed to be
enough for her that first time."

   All during this, Rachel was bobbing her head up and down on my cock,
giving me a fantastic blowjob.  I reached down to grab her boob and began
to pinch and twist her nipple, just like she had done earlier.  It wasn't
long before I warned her that I was about to cum.  She paused, looked me in
the eye and continued to stimulate the head of my dick with her tongue.  In
just a few moments, I filled her mouth with my cum.  She seemed a little
surprised by the quantity, but she took it all and swallowed without
choking.  She licked my cock clean, then moved up to rest against me.

   We were both quiet for few minutes, and I continued to trail my fingers
over the skin of her back and side.  She purred quietly and snuggled close
to me.  Once I got my breathing back to normal, I turned to her slightly so
that we could kiss.  The first kiss was tentative, which was surprising,
given how much we had already shared.  The kiss became more passionate, and
soon I had my hand between her legs, stroking her wetness.  She moaned
against my mouth, and I told her to lie back.  "I'd like to return the
favor," I murmured.  She smiled, nodded, and lay back on the rug.  We
pushed the game aside, which sent pieces everywhere, but by that time,
neither of us gave a damn about the game.  I started by kissing her neck
and kissing my way down to her tits, lavishing attention on her nipples and
that sensitive area on the underside of her boobs.  She continued to moan,
but began putting pressure on my head, urging me downward.  I obliged,
kissing and nibbling my way down her stomach and coming to rest on her
thighs.

   I paused a moment to take in the sight.  Her lips were red and engorged,
with the juices of her excitement glistening in her curly hair.  Her clit
was peeking out, and I used my tongue to circle around it, but not yet
touching it.  She gasped and put her hands back on my head to encourage me.
I moved away from her clit, getting a small whine of protest, and began to
lick her inner thighs, circling back to her slit.  She finally said, "Lick
me, dammit!" Not being one to ignore a lady, I stiffened my tongue and used
it to enter her.  She bucked against my face and said, "Oh, God, yes!" I
continued to lick her, alternating between flicking her clit with my tongue
and nipping and sucking her lips.  She was now bucking against my face
continuously, moaning incoherently and tossing her head back and forth.  I
focused completely on her clit now, sucking it into my mouth and letting it
slip out, then flicking it with my tongue before sucking on it again.

   She stiffened, arched her back, and held my head against her pussy while
she keened her pleasure.  It wasn't quite a scream, but it was close and I
could tell from the way her pussy was spasming that she was in the midst of
a strong orgasm.  She held herself rigid for almost 30 seconds, then sagged
back to the rug, quivering.  I continued to giver her pussy short licks and
kisses, avoiding the sensitive tissues but licking up her flowing juices.
After a few moments of this, she used her hands to urge me to move up
toward her.  I moved forward and lay my head against her breasts while she
came down from her orgasmic high.

   A few minutes later, she began to stroke my hair and I moved up a little
more, coming close enough to kiss her.  She kissed me deeply, not seeming
to mind the taste of her own excitement.  The kiss continued, and she
breathed to me, "Are you hard yet?" I poked her with my recovered erection,
and she giggled and said, "Apparently so." She became serious and said, "I
want you in me, if you want it." I looked deep into her eyes, and moved
gently so that my erection was poised at the entrance to her pussy.  She
tilted her hips up slightly, and I slid gently into her.  We moved
together, slowly and sensuously, without the need for haste since we had
both experienced our earlier orgasms.  We built slowly together, and she
rolled me onto my back, so she could control the speed and movements.  I
reached up and grasped her boobs, kneading them and pulling the nipples. 
She moaned deep in her throat, her eyes closed and her head thrown back and
rolling slightly from side to side.

   After a pleasurable time, I could tell I was building toward my climax.
I told Rachel I was going to cum soon, and she said throatily, "Don't hold
back - I'm really close now, too." She began to rock more quickly, her
breath coming in short gasps as she built.  I came suddenly, shooting deep
into her.  As I came, her pussy began to spasm and her own orgasm washed
over her.  She went rigid again, and I held her as her pleasure took hold.
When it receded, she leaned forward until she lay against me, my softening
penis sliding wetly out of her.

   We lay that way for a long time, resting, kissing each other softly in
the spots we could reach without much motion, finding warmth and comfort in
the embrace.  When she finally rolled off me, she cuddled next to me and
said softly, "Thank you.  I haven't had that for a long time.  I thought I
might have forgotten how.  I know I had forgotten how good it could be."

   I didn't say anything, but held her close.  I didn't want to make any
promises I couldn't keep, but I knew she needed both the closeness and the
affirmation.  After a while, I said, "You're welcome.  It was really good
for me, too.  You are an amazing woman and a passionate lover.  Someone is
going to be lucky to get you." She didn't say anything, and we both knew
that this was a one-time thing, and that we had to go back home to family
and neighborhood, pretending to be no more than friends.

   At about the same time, we got up to clean up and take a shower.  After
that, she asked if I wanted to share the big bed with her.  She looked both
hopeful and a bit tentative, so I said yes.  We slipped into bed, cuddling
warmly beneath the covers.  We slept then, mostly chastely, and woke late
the next morning.  I saw her looking at me and smiling.  I kissed her good
morning, and she snuggled up next to me, with her head on my shoulder and
the smell of her hair in my nose.

   "I know this can't continue, and I don't want it to.  We both have too
much to lose to not be discrete about this, so we will be friendly and warm
at home, but nothing more." She wasn't being cruel or mean, and she knew I
agreed with her.  She went on, "If it happens that we come back here to
close or open the cabin again in the future, well, we'll take that as we
may.  As for now, we'll always have this weekend." When she finished
speaking, she kissed me on the cheek.  As she did that, her hand moved down
under the covers until she found my soft penis.  As she began to stroke it,
she looked at me with a twinkle and said, "Of course, the weekend's not
over yet." With that, her head disappeared under the covers as she treated
me to a breakfast blowjob.  It was gentle and loving, and I moved my hand
over her back and ran my nails over the cheeks of her ass.  She moved
around so that she was on her knees next to me with her ass near my head so
I could fondle her pussy.  I stroked two fingers into her, using my thumb
on her clit to bring her off.  We came at about the same time, shuddering
and collapsing back onto the bed.

   After that, we needed to get our work done and back on the road.  The
trip back was fairly quiet, with both of us ruminating on the weekend's
events.  I gave her a chaste hug as she dropped me off and headed into my
house.  My wife greeted me with a hug and kiss, and asked me how the trip
was.  I responded that we had had a good time and got the cabin all ready
for the summer.  Brenda asked if we had the chance to do anything fun.  I
replied that we had stayed at the cabin and played games Saturday night. 
In response to her next question, I said, "Oh, we played a bunch of stuff -
mostly Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit."

   "Who won?"

   "Oh, I think we both did."

   "That's nice.

   Yes.  Yes it was.