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We had a lot of booze and a lot of jokes, lots of laughter and in a week our friend was getting married. We knew that the best man had organised some entertainment, so we all assumed, knowing the best man, it was going to be a stripper. The cost for the night was quite high for twenty males, actually but as some of us were never married, or between marriages, like me, there was not a lot of thought about the cost. Everyone was connected to the groom in some way, some of us are, like the groom, teachers and former teachers with some other acquaintances of the groom from childhood friends and neighbors. Surprisingly enough we had a lot of common friends so almost everybody knew everybody else. The best man was the kind of person who knew where all the bodies were buried, so had access to a lot of resources we would never have considered. The room we were in had a bar set up at one end, with a complete bathroom and shower alongside the bar. At the other end of the room there was a large television screen showing porn movies all night. The sound had been turned off and the lights were dimmed but there was so much noise going on that no-one would have heard the sounds anyway. As the night wore on, the best man disappeared for a bit then reappeared with a big man, and I mean big, and two women. These were the strippers. That explained why the cost seemed high, the booze we would consume would never have been that costly. The lights flickered and the best man came out with a chair. Placing the chair in front of the TV screen, he called for the groom to present himself, which he duly did, and he sat in the chair. We waited in anticipation for a while and the best man told some rather crude jokes and stories about the groom's youth in particular. When he was done, the big man announced "Jasmine", pressed a button on this ghetto blaster and some real high energy music started. The first of the dancers appeared, and went through her routine. She pranced around, got the groom to take bits of her clothes off, which he did with some trouble. Hard to undress a woman when you have a glass in your hand. Her tits were nice, round and firm, and her body was okay, nice shaped pubic hair, shaved to a heart. Attractive but distant. She smiled a plastic smile that lit up nothing. She was the professional, the dancer in the room, and everyone had to keep their distance. The dancer lap-danced the groom and at one point she had straddled him and was slapping his face with her tits. Most of us were watching, but not really engaging. The smiles were the fixed leers that men are supposed to wear while watching a naked woman prance. She moved around the room and must have realized the music was coming to an end. She made a beeline back to the groom and just made it to the point where she grabbed his head and pulled it into her breasts. The music ended and she let him go, turned and almost ran to the bathroom. The big guy swapped discs in the boom-box and announced "Jade - the dancer's dancer!" He pressed the button and within the first three bars this rather beautiful, petite young woman appeared and started dancing around the room. Not tall at all, she was well muscled, a dancer's muscles. Defined and incredibly shapely, promising tits, a waspish waist and broadened hips. The rest of the room went relatively quiet as she started peeling layers of clothes off. For about a minute she worked her way around the room and when she got to me, she stopped, looked me in the eye and pirouetted, stepped towards me and presented her zip for me to pull down. Never one to resist such a challenge, I took the zip in hand and did as requested. Her dress parted and she was down to a glitzy bikini with lots of sequins. She moved around the room again, and got to the groom, stopped and pulled a face at him, then bent over, backwards for him to untie the top of her very little costume. Of course, he had had too much to drink and made a mess of it. The look of exasperation on her face was very brief as she again danced around the room. Getting to me, she again stopped, pirouetted and leaned into me, asking if I would quickly untie the cord. I did, and you could see these magnificent tits come free. She then moved on and the guy next to me said, "Man, she must like you. That's the second time she stopped at you." "Yeah, right," I replied, "I am probably the only sober person in the room more like it. Girl like her would have seen this before, picks the non-drunk so she doesn't get into trouble." "Nah, not the way she lookin' at you, man," he went on, "You could get real lucky there, I'm tellin' ya." I just laughed and dismissed the idea as being silly. Watching her move around the room, I was really engaging in a fantasy experience with her, was was every other male in the room. Petite, dark hair, I noted she had dark eyes, and an hourglass figure. Her tits were firm, even though they were now swaying in the opposite direction of her movements. Her aureoles were not overly large but well proportioned for the size of the breasts. Gyrating, she seemed lost in the sound of the music, timing her movements to the beat. The song slowed and ended, and another started, with something slower, but the athleticism of her first dance was overwhelmed by the sensuous nature of the second. Her whole body moved, rippled with the notes. None of us would have been standing there without an erection, I certainly was. I really felt that she was dancing for me, that is how good she was. I looked at others in the room, they were absolutely silent, watching this shimmering sexual goddess moving among us, around us. She moved from guy to guy, looking at him, making him feel special for a moment. You could see it in their eyes. Every one of them would rip what was left of her costume off and take her, there and then, in front of everyone - even the married guys. Then she came to me, and stopped, just as the music stopped. Within seconds, another track started, this time one of raw drumbeats and strong rhythms. Looking at me, smiling the smile of someone with a secret, the dancer twirled and with one leg high seemed to levitate off the ground. Still only in a bikini bottom, she almost hit her head on the ceiling. For a little girl, she was obviously a skilled athlete. She stopped and looked at me again, and my cock knew that this was for me. Again, I dismissed this as the fantasy of a horny male watching a topless dancer prancing around the room. She took off again, with a huge grin, then spun towards the groom. Just as she reached him, he seemed to lurch and fell off the chair. The best man was right alongside him and helped him back into the chair, but the guy was just shitfaced. Lucky he was not throwing up, I thought. This didn't faze the dancer at all, she seemed to dance with renewed vigour, again, moving rhythmically with the pounding drums and again, back to me. She offered her hip and I noticed there was a draw string in a bow, I pulled the bow and the bikini bottom fell open, then down as she pulled the string on the other side. I could just smell twenty cocks rising to salute this gorgeous young woman, displaying herself in her natural form. Every eye in the house was on her, as she sped around the room, keeping time with the increasing drum beats. Around she whirled, faster and faster as the music built to a crescendo and she got to me and everything stopped at once. She stopped, the music stopped, and every heart in the place stopped. You could feel the sexual tension in the room, what was she going to do now? We had a few moments to eye this goddess. She stood proud, naked and open, drinking our adulation, slowly she turned, and faced the groom, who was, by this time, almost oblivious of her attention. The music started again and unbelievably, it was Ravel's Bolero. We were all stunned, what was going to happen next? Whatever had been arranged, if anything, was not going to happen, the big guy just stopped the music and said loudly, "Sorry, gents, that was my music." I noticed the other girl had put on a robe, and was standing alongside him. She was about to say something to the big guy but he shook his head. While the other guys were disappointed, it seemed pretty obvious what was going to happen, but I was actually relieved. I caught a glimpse of the petite dancer and there was a fleeting look of relief there and when she turned to look at the big guy, he just nodded. She floated off to the bathroom to the thunderous applause of the audience. As she walked passed me, she looked and winked, I swear it, she winked. All too soon she disappeared into the bathroom to dress again. Needing to take a leak, and to get better look at this young woman, I made my way to the bathroom to wait patiently for her to come out. There was a lock on the door, so it wasn't like I could burst in on her. I got as close as I could, to make sure that there would be no-one in front of me, and to eyeball this woman. The big guy eyed me, but seemed to chill a little when I made it obvious I was only waiting patiently. The door opened and this fully dressed woman appeared in the door frame. I moved aside to allow her to pass and the big guy looked squarely at us I felt this hand grab the front of my shirt pulling me inward. WTF? I heard the door slam and a lock being shut, I felt this pressure wrapping itself around me and pulling my head down a little. I felt these lips pressing on mine and a tongue probing at my lips. A hand snaked over my crotch, having a good feel of me. With no idea what was actually going on, I was tempted to push her away. Being a gentleman, I accommodated her kiss - what else could I do? The hand on my cock convinced me to go with the flow. There was a tap on the door, and the big guy asked "Jade?" "It's alright Walt, I am not going to hurt him." she said smiling. "Um, okay, but we don't have that much time. We've gotta get back." "I know, I won't be long," she replied. "Well, you want to tell me what is going on then?" I asked. "Nope, but," she reached into her bag and pulled out a pen and a card, writing on the back of it. "If you want to know, call me on this number, without fail tomorrow after 3:00. I am free tomorrow night." "I may be busy tomorrow night," I said, a little playfully. "You are now," she smiled, and then reached up and kissed me again. This was a promise, a real kiss that left me gasping for air. "Mmm," she said, "I've waited a long time for that." Reaching out and grabbing my dick she went on, "And I'm not going to wait much longer. You better call me, otherwise there's going to be another broken heart, lost in the wide universe." Then she was gone, and all I had was the aroma of her, and the feel of her soft flesh pressing on my lips and her hand caressing my hardened dick in my pants. I took her card and put it into my wallet, safest place when I keep my wallet in my front pocket. It is hard to get it out of that pocket, and my wallet never gets washed. I was intrigued now, "I've waited a long time." seems to place me at a disadvantage. Obviously she knew me, but I did not know her. Okay, work it backwards. "...a long time". This has to be former student of mine. I been teaching mainly Grade 7s, 8s and 9s in a junior high school for the last 12 years. I am now 34 and she has to be in her mid-20s, so it must be someone in my first two or three years. The grade 9s would be too old now, the Grade 8s may be better candidates, or maybe the Grade 7s. I still have class photographs from then, so I am going to have to look. I finished in the bathroom and washed up, checking myself in the mirror before going back into the room. The guy who was standing alongside me when Jade was dancing, said, "Well? You get her number?" "What?" "I saw her man, she grabbed you like she was gonna do you in the bathroom," he said laughingly. "Oh, no. I think she was a former student... but I am damned if I know who." "So, you gonna see her again?" "Nah!" I said dismissively, "No idea where to contact her." I could feel the pimples forming on my tongue as I said it. "Talk to the best man, he knows where she came from, be really worth your while." "Too much like hard work. Just got rid of one wife, and I am not ready to start hunting again." I laughed. "Yeah, know what you mean. Best thing, find some bitch you hate and buy her a house, saves a lot of fucking drama." We laughed together and continued laughing for the rest of the night. I remained without any booze, and poured my new friend home, which wasn't far from my freshly-occupied-just-moved-in-empty-but-full-of-boxes apartment. I promised I would come and visit next weekend, and we would start to scour the strip joints until we found her, but that is unlikely - something about in vino no veritas or some such. The next morning I was intrigued by the events of the night before. I looked around the boxes I had not emptied until I found my collection of school yearbooks. I scoured the images until I was sure there was no-one there that I could link to Jade. Perhaps I was wrong - maybe not a former student. The clock ticked to 3:00pm, and I pulled out the card, trying to decide if it was a waste of time or not. The clock ticked and I looked at the card. I remembered the kiss, the feeling of this delightful creature in my arms, her lips on mine. I reached for my cell phone and hesitated. "Ahh fuck it! You are not going to die wondering," I told myself and dialed the number. It rang once, and she answered. "Jade," I said, "David Jannsen," she replied. "I am very glad you called, and relieved." "I have been telling myself not to," I told her, "I really wasn't going to." "New Year's resolutions are like that too," she laughed, the tinkle of her laughter came through more clearly than her voice. "So have you called to ask me out to dinner then?" "I thought we could go to a lovely little restaurant I heard about last night." "Yes, that sounds great," she replied and gave me her address. I told her I would be there at 7:00 and she said she would be ready. "I hope you do not mind me calling you by your first name, David, but Mr. Jannsen seems, well, a little formal." "Anyone I have watched dance as you did last night, can call me whatever they like," I said and was rewarded by that easy laughter. "In the mean time, have you worked out who I am yet?" I could hear the smile in her voice. "You are expecting me not to remember then?" "I would be disappointed that perhaps I had not grown up as much as I thought I was." "So far, then, almost stranger," I said in my best Donald Sutherland voice, "Your identity has eluded me, but I have narrowed it down to about 300 people. I will have you before the night is out!" "Is that a promise?" She asked, and I just realised what I said. "A bet then." The gambler in me came out so I said, "Done." I had no idea who I was looking for, but I grabbed the first three year books I had appeared in and delved into the class photos. I found about four candidates in one book, two in another and the last book yielded seven of them. There a few more passes and I narrowed it down even further. Then I started thinking about what she said "...another broken heart, lost in the wide universe." Most of the girls I included in these passes were - well they were not necessarily the brightest of students. Yes, yes, I know, stereotyping adolescents as airheads does not mean that they may remain an airhead as an adult - but I knew these kids once, and few of them would even make the kind of literate connection that statement makes. So let's go back, damn, I am running out of time! As I prepared for my dinner date I started to go over the images in my mind, still not knowing who I might be looking for. Instead of the airhead patrol, I thought to look amongst the smarter kids. When I finished my shower and was dressed in something warmer than I might otherwise have chosen, I went back to the books and started again. Within a minute I found a likely pair of candidates from my first year, but there was a problem, they were twins. Alex and Tawnee. Both girls were pretty, not tall for their age, not that well developed as Grade 7s, or 8s, but started blossoming as Grade 9s. They left to go to a high school, and I lost track of them. They both were very bright, both had large dark eyes and dark hair. Neither struck me as being dancer material, but things change I suppose. I also found three other candidates, but dismissed them as one was too tall, one had a round face which would unlikely change, and the last had a big toothy grin that braces had not fixed when she graduated to high school. Thinking about the differences between the girls and looking at the photos, I had real trouble picking between them, but it was one of them for sure - had to be. As I leafed through the book I found the original photos in, I recalled they won a science award of some sort in Grade 9. As winners were few and far between at that time, at that school, a rather large fuss was made of it by the school. I picked up the right yearbook and found what I was looking for. The girls were almost identical, and if I recalled properly, there were differences easy to pick once you knew them. I had to refresh my memory rather quickly now and I studied the images closely. Then found a difference, it was all in the smile. On Alex, the top- right canine was more triangular, definitely pointy, enough to be a noticeable difference. Gotcha! Jade definitely had that same tooth. I made sure I took the year book with me. The drive to pick Alex up was not long, but it was in a very nice part of town, rent must be costing a fortune. Thinking about what I can recall of the twins, dance was an unlikely route for either of them. I think I saw them as doctors or some other professional person, but not lawyers. Neither of them, I thought, had the sort of ruthlessness about them that they would need to become a blood-sucking lawyer. The short drive passed quickly and I pulled up out front of this rather expensive looking 15 storey condominium. Looking at the front doors, into the lobby there were lifts and to the left of the door a call panel with a camera. Pressing the right button, I waited and Jade responded, "Right on time, 14th floor, apartment 1409, left out the elevator." she said. "Okay." I waved at the camera and heard the buzzer so pushed through the door and into the lobby. I waited a moment for the elevator to arrive and thought about what I would ask of her. I knew where I wanted this to go, but I wanted to tease her a bit first. I waited by the door and I could see the lift start to move from the penthouse floor. It stopped at the fifth floor and after a few moments, started moving down again. In moments the lift made it to the ground and the doors opened. An older couple got out and smiled at me - that friendly smile given to a known person, even though I had never been there before. I took the lift up and pressed the doorbell. The door opened and a shimmering gossamer vision stood in the doorway. "Hi," I said, stunned by this exquisite beauty in a see through top and obviously not wearing panties. "I am glad you called, David, seriously. I really did not want to be on my own tonight." "Yep, all I was planning to do tonight was to unpack a box or two." "Oh?" "Yes, after six months, it is about time that I stopped living out of a box and settled in properly. Divorce has come through, so I am officially single again." "Oh, I see, okay, tell me - who am I?" She smiled. "You sure you want to lose?" "Ha! You have to get it right!" "Alex," I was smug in my victory but tried not to show it. "Oh, you found the old yearbook didn't you?" I nodded, "Pity they made a mess of the names then," she laughed. "Tawnee?" She nodded... oh damn! Not good. "Don't fret over it, I didn't think you would get that far actually, not on the clues I gave you." I nodded her victory and she came into my arms, kissing me. When I came up for air she said, "Ah, now I get to exercise the terms of our bet." I nodded, she took my hand and led me into the lounge where she sat down, laid back, spread her legs revealing all her lightly covered vagina and said, "Eat me. Make me cum!" "Oh my," I said, "looks like a delightful meal." I got on my knees in front of her and looked at that now glistening opening, pink pushing through the thinned hair. My mouth watered at the thought of munching on that clit. I leaned forward, ran my hands along those dancers legs, and gently kissed the inside of one thigh, just above the knee, then the other. I kissed my way up her legs and ran my fingers over her lower legs, softly touching as much of her calf muscles as I could, stroking the rear of her knees. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and buried my face into that soft pubis. I kept licking and biting and sucking the clit, the lips of the labia and was rewarded with the sweet juices of her vagina. I forced my tongue as deep into her I could reach, I lapped her clit, prodded the top and the bottom of the vaginal opening, and was soon rewarded with the pumping of her hips into my mouth. Her thighs squeezed my head, her mons pushed up to meet my lips, her moans turned to squeals of delight and she cum into my mouth. Her juice ran over my lips and onto my chin and I just kept licking her and then some more, reveling in the pleasure I was giving her. I made her cum a second time, her responses just as strong as the first time. I let up then, didn't want to wear her out too early. I stood and moved alongside her, and put my arm around her shoulders when she moved her head to accommodate me on the sofa. "Wow," she gasped, "That was excellent." She breathed heavily for a while and slowly the red flush on her thighs disappeared. "Not once, but twice." She stretched like a cat, again revealing the centre of my recent exertions. My hand draped over her shoulder and brushed lightly across the nipple of her breast. "Oh, if you keep that up the only thing we will be eating is each other." "Suits me, you taste very nice," I said. "But I need to keep my calories up, dancing requires a very healthy diet." I kissed the side of her head, then her cheek and her lips as she turned her face to me. I gently probed her mouth with my tongue, touching the tip of her tongue, feeling my way around her teeth. "Eating you should be a large part of any healthy diet I think," I said. "Now I have you here, I want you to cum in my mouth, on my face, inside me and up my ass, then I want to be covered in your cum." she went on, "But there are too few calories to be little more than a very tiny snack I am afraid. Come on, we better get you fed, you will need your energy later." "Oh? Have something in mind then?" "Yes, you are going to be dancing for me. Well, on top of me, under me, behind me, in front of me. After that, we are just going to have to be inventive," she smiled. "All in one night?" I asked, teasingly. "No, but Spring Break starts next Friday and you are just going to have to be here when I am not working, or dancing." "Will I?" I asked, laughing, initially missing the distinction between working and dancing. "If you want more of me you will be here - with bells on." She laughed. "Oh, I will have a surprise for you as well, next week." "What surprise would that be?" I asked, "As if I have not been surprised enough?" "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," she retorted. "Come on, supper awaits. Hope you don't mind a simple meal, I haven't had a chance to cook for someone else for ages." With what I have been eating lately, a simple cooked meal will be a wonderful alternative, I thought. We went into the dining area and the table was large, laid out for two. The cutlery was actually quite expensive, as was the rest of the tableware. In fact, this whole apartment smacked of wealth. "This is lovely, how have you done it? Live here, I mean" I asked. "Ahhem, the proverbial rich uncle, I'm afraid. Dad's brother. Hell, I could never have afforded anything like this." "He must be a nice guy to have fixed you up in a place like this." I followed Tawnee to the kitchen, which was bigger than my apartment's lounge. "He was, really, a nice guy. Gay and funny and absolutely ruthless in his business, apparently." She took out some dishes and opened the stove, taking a dish out, with gloves. She then ladled some of the goulash onto a plate, "Say when." "When," I said, then asked invitingly, "You said, 'was'?" "Yes, he ran most of the business from the East Coast, he kept this place for a rest when he needed a break. Only his boyfriend knew about this place, and the family of course. He was killed in a plane crash, three or four years ago now." I made some sorrowful sounding noises, as she went on. "Dad and my grand-parents were his only relatives so they inherited the lot, apart from some that went to the boyfriend - but he gave it back." "Nice guy - he could have had half." We went back to the dining room, sat down and began to eat. I poured a white wine as she continued talking. "I'm still tingling you know. You're very good on the oral sex." "I aim to please," I said. "So what happened next?" "Turned out the boyfriend was richer than Uncle Rob, and only wanted their memorabilia. Dad gave it all to him except for some pieces that Grandma wanted, the boyfriend invites Grandma to his place every year for a remembrance ceremony, she goes, took me this year. The boyfriend's family were more of a problem." She named one of the richest families in the country, to my amazement. "The business that Uncle Rob set up was very profitable and under the terms of the will, all his shares went to Dad and Granddad. At the funeral, they made it clear that Dad was not going to be taking a place on the board or anything. "Dad told them he would make his own mind up, but was not interested in changing his line of employment anyway. Later he told the executor of the estate that he was to sell the shares and all other interests in the company back to the boyfriend's family, if they wanted them. The money could be placed into trust, and that turned out to be an awful lot of money. "Then there was the real estate. A lot of it was sold, which paid out any mortgages, but the remainder was to be taken over by the Trust Dad and Granddad set up. Mom and Dad live in the family home, Grandma and Granddad bought an apartment, Alex is down at Berkeley so the Trust rents a small condo for her near the campus, and I live here." "You could have gone to any college in the country then?" "Yes, but DownTown was the only place I was ever going to go." I let that go, if she wanted to say more she would. "So what is Alex doing down at Berkeley?" "Degree in Ed Psych." Tawnee said. "She wants to teach eventually, but she is more interested in child development, so I expect she will swap to medicine probably and do Child Psychiatry." "You live here, rent free?" "No, I pay rent, but it is not a lot. Subsidized by the Trust. Helps for a tax dodge apparently, but I have no idea what or why. You know you were the only boy, male, man, to ever come between Alex and me." "Oh? Why's that?" "We both had such a crush on you in Grade 8, we started fighting. Never happened before, or since." "I'm sorry, you should never have been fighting over any male, let alone me." "We figured that out, so we didn't fight for long. Mom helped us along and we worked out strategies to cope, but we have not had to concern ourselves with jealousy ever since. But she will be jealous when I tell her I have had you eating me out." I just about choked on a fork full of food. "Okay, it's okay, we tell each other everything. So when you fuck me later, it had better be as good as your oral work." She smiled. "Don't want to get a bad report card, do we?" she asked slyly. "Oh you minx, I bet you tease all the boys!" The rest of the meal was spent in laughter and rediscovery. Tawnee had grown into a beautiful young woman with a charm of her own. I found myself telling her of my marriage, its collapse and the heartbreak that went with losing a daughter. She was only seven and she will not grow to know who I am. I hadn't been ordered to stay away from her, but what happens is simple. As a daughter grows, she changes, I can't keep up with who she is at that moment, every second weekend is just not enough. I become an alien, someone who is her father, but essentially I become as strange to her as she does to me. That is the real tragedy of our divorce and custody battles, the children, innocent victims of adults who cannot be grownups. Tawnee told me I was being too harsh on myself, but if I told her some of the underlying causes, perhaps she would no longer be as willing to pursue our relationship. The goulash was followed by a spicy pudding of some sort with a warm custard. This is an English pudding, I was told, with an incredibly unlikely name of Spotted Dick. The thick warm custard was sweet and the dried fruit in the pale spongy mix did really make it look spotted. It wasn't shaped like a dick, more like an inverted cup actually but it was quite nice. Coffee followed and a return to the lounge, after the dishes were rinsed and put into the dishwasher. We sat on the lounge, her in her skimpy see-through nightie and me, close to her, absorbing the heady aroma of a woman in heat. It wasn't long before we were closer, wrapped around each other, kissing, touching. She stood and pulled me to my feet. My jumper came off, then my shirt, my shoes and trousers were off before we got out of the lounge. My underwear rested halfway between the lounge and the bedroom. Within moments of hitting the bed I was deep inside her, pounding on Tawnee's pubis, my cock being wrapped by those moist folds of skin and muscle. Her movement under me flowed in matching rhythm, timed perfectly to what I was doing. That has never happened to me before, she seemed to know exactly what to do. Time seemed to stand still as we drove at each other's bodies. The kisses and moans all became increasingly urgent. The thrusts became more ragged as the sheer pleasure of fucking each other took over and rhythm was sacrificed to lust. Our grunts and groans and moans increasing in pace and intensity. It wasn't a question of cumming, it was who was going to cum first. I could feel that impending spasm that would give me a much needed sexual release. I held it with increasing difficulty as she wrapped herself around me, pushing her hips into me, almost screaming as she was cumming. I just had to let go and I could feel my cock swelling and my balls spasm as I shot my seed into that heated tunnel. Again, I shot, then a third and fourth time and it must have been a load as it did not feel that the pressure of the last shot was any less intense than that of the first. Gasping for air, we both collapsed, with her under me. I struggled to move as my dick detumesced but she held me and gasped, "Stay where you are, I like you being there." I did not move for a while, but then I found myself trying to hold my weight off her. There was no way I was going to hold that for long, and I didn't. I settled onto her and she pulled me into her even closer. I must have been squashing her, but Tawnee didn't seem to mind at all. She just held me and that was nice. It was reassuring that I was sufficiently human for someone to want to cling on to. I rolled over to my side, pulling her with me, holding her, kissing her, touching her. I told her to lay on her stomach and when she moved, I drew my fingers over her back, her shoulders, her ass and down as far as I could reach on her legs then back over again, as softly as I could. She squirmed in delight and when I asked her to roll over onto her back, she moved as quick as she could to comply. I repeated the sa me very erotic massage that women love so much on her front and I could see her nipples standing up, the folds of her labia lips pushing out. I finished her with a soft, seductive massage of her clit and she came again, the slow, tense orgasm of a woman on the verge of exhaustion by sexual satisfaction. I kissed her lips, her breasts and held her. I told her she was beautiful and unbelievably sexy. I held her as she drifted into sleep where I joined her. I woke with her lips around my cock, drawing my flesh into her mouth, her soft ministrations bringing me closer and closer to the pouring of my cum into her mouth. I indicated I was awake, and was going to cum soon, she just kept going. I let myself go then and just enjoyed what she was doing. Again I felt that familiar thrill of a rising tension emanating from my dick. Her tongue and lips drawing forth my seed, demanding, insistent that I cum in her mouth. Her lips gently wrapped around the shaft and up to the knob, her tongue teasingly lapping at the knob as her soft mouth slid up and down on my now rampantly hardened cock. She was doing to me what she wanted to and every muscle in my body slowly tightened in response to what she was doing, her skillful mouth giving me as much pleasure as I could stand. I pushed my cock into her mouth, then again as I sent my seed rocketing into her waiting mouth. She slurped and again I shot and she swallowed as I shot more. The sensation of cumming was almost as strong as it had been when I was fucking her, and that last spasm made every muscle in my body go limp with satiation. Every bit of my cum went into her mouth and down her throat, and she still held my cock between her lips. Even in my state of satisfaction, it still took a while for my dick to go down and Tawnee held it in her mouth all the while. She eventually let go of it and crawled back up and as she did, I pulled her to me and kissed her, on the lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth where my cock had so recently been. There was little of the salty taste of me left, but I took what I could, lapping it as best I could. While she was surprised, I think, she seemed to help by pushing her tongue around as if trying to gather strands of semen to point to my tongue. Without saying a word, we drifted off to sleep again. The next thing heard was the sound of a bedside alarm disturbing that wonderful sensation of dreamy relaxation, returning me to the real world for the beginning of a new day. "Already?" I asked. "Yep," she said, "Come on stallion, you got to get to work and I have other things I need to do." She dived out of bed and into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the door close but still the gentle tinkle of her peeing. The flush brought me back to a wakening reality, it really was morning, so now what? "Come on stud, time to get up! It's Monday!" "Oh please, to be reminded of such mundane activity after such a wonderful night." I bemoaned, "Return of the living dead..." "Sorry, but you start work in an hour and a half, and I have been neglecting my gym lately." "Oh to be booted out of bed," I decried. "Woe is me.." "You'll be fine," she laughed, "Into the shower, breakfast in 20 minutes. Bacon and eggs?" "Oh god no, just fruit if you have it." "You vegan?" "Not at all, just a continental breakfast for me, I can't eat all that other rubbish anymore." "Okay, fruit salad it is, and coffee?" I nodded and she said, "I got a spare toothbrush for you, in the cabinet, still in its packaging, alongside a packet of disposable razors if you want to shave." "Thank you," I said, marveling at her thoughtfulness. I went and cleaned up, showered, shaved and dressed in the clothes I wore last night. "You have time to go home and change?" she asked as we sat for breakfast. "Not really, but I have a spare shirt tie and jacket I keep at work for emergencies, so I will be okay." My school insisted on formality. "I am thinking..." she started. "What is going to happen next?" with all the same awkwardness of uncertainty I finished. She nodded. "Can I see you again? I mean, I had such a wonderful night in the company of a beautiful woman, why would I not want to do that again?" She smiled and I swear there was a little blush. "I feel the same way.." "You mean you spent a wonderful night with a beautiful woman and want to do it again?" I quizzed. "Of yes, I remember that smart-assed humor," she laughed. "Okay, I am tied up tonight and tomorrow, free Wednesday and then engaged right through to Saturday. So Wednesday night okay for you?" "For sure." Any night with Tawnee would be good for me, but she has to earn, so I am going to be pretty much at her beck and call if I want to be with her, and right now, I did. "Spring break starts next week so we can have some time then. If that is okay with you?" "Be brilliant. Wednesday for dinner, and then next Sunday?" She nodded and she walked me to the door, where we kissed and as I turned to leave, she said, "I might have a real surprise for you next week." "What would that be?" I asked. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." I kissed her again and went out into the morning with a much lighter stride than I had for a long time. Whatever she might be planning, seems like it was going to be a real adventure. To be continued? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 82