Temptation byRDeLajour©

Kim

I knock on the door as a flurry of emotions overwhelm me. Fear, regret, and insecurity. It's been too long since I saw my best friend. Will she forgive me for my bizarre absence? My frantic questions are quieted when I hear the door open slightly and see Lizzy's dad standing behind the threshold, looking more handsome than ever.

"Hey! Lizzy missed you a lot," he says as he opens the door for me. "Don't tell her I said that though. She'll kill me."

"Aw." I frown and immediately feel guilty. "I've been a bad friend. I hope she can forgive me."

"Nonsense. You've been a better friend than half of those people she's invited over. I can tell you really care about her and that means a lot to her."

"Aw. You're so sweet." I feel my cheeks flush uncontrollably. "Thank you."

"Just saying the truth."

I try not to wince too visibly. If only he knew the truth. That I've been brainwashed by a guy who is so controlling and deceiving, he's separated me from my loved ones and isolated me. I blink back tears and thank Mr. O'Keefe before I head inside.

Luckily I am able to erase the regret and sadness from my face before I see Lizzy. She looks gorgeous as always with her mermaid hair and tan skin with freckles on her cheeks. She's wearing a long, flowing green skirt that makes her look like a sprite. When we hug each other tightly, I find myself lingering in the embrace, wanting to tell her the real reason behind my absence.

"Promise me we won't go this long without seeing each other," she says once we let go of each other. "I'm done with fake friends and cheating partners."

"Aw. I'm sorry, Liz. I'll beat up whoever hurt you."

She covers her mouth as a sob escapes her mouth. "That'd be a long list, hon. They're not worth it, anyway."

I can't stand seeing her cry so I hug her again. To my shock, I see her dad staring at us from the kitchen. He's gazing at me intently, and I feel like I should be perturbed by it but instead I'm liking it. As soon as my eyes linger on him for more than a few seconds, though, he looks away. Maybe my make up smeared and that's why he's staring at me?

"You okay, sweetie?" He asks from the kitchen. "Can I get you something?"

Lizzy sniffles and pulls her head up from my neck. "A margarita would be nice."

He laughs. "Later. Okay?"

Lizzy sniffles again. "Okay. Thank you, daddy." She turns to me. "Want to hang out in my room?"

*

I feel like the worst friend as Liz tells me all the issues she's had over the past years. I quickly realize that I haven't been there for her and what makes it worse is knowing that I could have easily been there when she was confused or hurting. Trust is so easy to break, and I can definitely see how it has affected her spirit. Before she was bubbly, charismatic and lively. Now there's shadows underneath her eyes and it's harder for her to smile. Knowing that she's been fucked over by so many people enrages me.

Hours go by but I don't really notice because I'm too busy trying to make my best friend feel better. When there's knock on the door and her dad says that the margaritas are ready, though, both of us jump up from the bed with smirks on our faces.

"You're the best, dad." She kisses him on the cheek. "I hope you're having one, too."

"I'm having a beer myself," he says with a chuckle. "I might have one later on. We'll see."

I try not staring at him too much. I didn't tell Liz about how I accidentally flirted with him. He cleaned up now and even though he's not shirtless, he still looks gorgeous in a simple black t-shirt that has a Jack Daniel's logo.

"Nice shirt," I manage to say with a squeak.

"Thanks," he says as he hands me my mixed drink. "Jack and Coke is my favorite."

"Weird. That's her favorite drink, too," Lizzy says.

Her dad nods and smirks at me. "Good taste. Did you invite her, Liz?"

"The beach house?"

He nods. "Want me to formally invite her?"

A beach house? With the both of them? That sounds like heaven, especially if I get to see...

I quickly stop the images from infiltrating my brain. Which isn't easy since I honestly don't want them to stop. It doesn't help when he's peering at me over the rim of the beer can.

Lizzy nods. "She should come. It can be my graduation gift."

I raise an eyebrow. "Wait. What?"

"Would you like to come with us to the beach house we rented out next week?" He asks as he sets his empty beer can down on the counter.

"Beach house? But I don't have a job. I wouldn't be able to help you guys out."

"Your boyfriend won't mind, right?" She winks. "And don't worry about the money, I got you. You graduated, you deserve a gift."

"And a vacation," he adds.

All I need is five minutes of them trying to convince me to go. Which isn't too hard since I really, really want to go. Now I just need to convince my boyfriend to not stay mad at me over my decision.

Quinn

I know that something's wrong when Kim comes out of the bathroom wiping her eyes and shrouding her face. Maybe it's the paternal instinct clutching hold of me, but I don't like seeing her upset. Five bucks says it's her jealous, immature boyfriend that killed her excitement and is trying to make her feel bad. I only say this because I know; I've had to listen to my daughter's laments about her screwed up relationships. It seems like a lot of young men nowadays just don't know how to treat women decently. This is apparent with Kimmy, too.

I should definitely mind my own business. Kim is an adult, she is way over the legal age at twenty-two. As much as I hate seeing Liz get hurt, I can't control her life. I can't tell her to ignore that guy because he's going go cheat on you and lie to you without even blinking once. Because not only will she feel like I'm lying to her, she'll see me as the enemy. Besides, I've done my fair share of fuck ups. The best thing I can do is promise her that I'll be by her side.

But there's something nagging at me, like a starved dog gnawing at a bone. Why did it feel like there was something going on between Kimmy and me? I've known her for a good ten years so of course I never saw her in an attractive way; she was my daughter's best friend and often times I viewed her as a second daughter. But now that she's a grown woman, she's changed so much. She was always skinny and preferred wearing tomboy clothes, even cutting her hair like a boy's. Now there's no question that she's feminine with her long, raven hair and curvy body. I've been trying my best to keep my eyes above her neck but that's impossible with the way she's looking today with a pair of skinny jeans and a flannel top that accentuates her breasts. I'm such a perv, I find myself wondering what size cup she is as the girls return to the kitchen. I need to stop drinking. It will only make the thoughts worse.

*

Two more days until the vacation begins and I find myself in a predicament. The next day, a Saturday, is hell in the morning thanks to the explicit dream I had of Kimmy. I try my best to not think about it at all, but it's impossible. The dream is just too fucking hot. Lots of moaning. Lots of sweat. Kimmy screaming in pleasure, writhing under me. Even the cold shower I take isn't enough to stave the lustful haze I'm under.

I go through the dream in my head as I fix myself breakfast. I almost pour the entire half gallon of milk into my oatmeal because I am daydreaming of her. The dream was so real, I swear I can still taste her. We were hanging out in the living room, watching a movie, when suddenly she got on her knees and kissed my crotch through my jeans. She looked up at me with those bright green eyes and I couldn't deny my ardent desire for her flickering like a well lit fire at night.

I want you, her eyes whispered to me as she pulled down my zipper and uncovered me. She kissed my hardness gently, making me gasp and involuntarily shiver. The way she was looking at me with those eyes...it was making me ache inside so much, it hurt.

When she made love to me with her mouth...I swear I almost came within five minutes of her sucking me off and moaning around my cock. She was just too good. Her tongue massaged the head while her hand deftly stroked the base. The loud sucking noises she made threatened to send me over the edge.

I was shaking by the time I undressed her and kissed her mouth deeply and passionately. When I licked her neck she arched her back and grazed her bare pussy against my cock. 'Fuck me' she pleaded. 'Please fuck me'.

*

I try to distract myself for the entire weekend. I clean the house like I'm a goddamn maid and even Lizzy notices that something's off because she's peering at me oddly as I sweep the floor for the second time on Sunday.

"Are you feeling well?" She asks me. "You never struck me as the neat freak type. Is there something I need to know?"

Her words hit too close to home. If only she knew what's been going on thru my mind yesterday and today. She would call me a creep, slap me, and not speak to me for a good month. Justly so.

"Nah. Just bored. Did you pack yet?"

"My bag's all ready to go," she says excitedly. "We're waking up at eight tomorrow, right?"

I gulp as I think of seeing Kimmy again, especially after my dream. Maybe if I keep away from her, the rampant thoughts and inappropriate desires will cease. One can hope, right?

*

"There's a problem."

This is the last thing anyone wants to hear on the day of one's departure to a full week of vacation. At first I think she's going to say that she has a court date scheduled for today and that's why she can't go with me, but when she starts fiddling with her phone, I get the feeling that it's something else.

"What's wrong?"

Lizzy scrunches her nose. "Kim says that she's backing out of the vacation."

"Wait. What?"

"I know. Everything was okay as of last night but now she's saying that she can't make it."

Suddenly there's a call coming in on her phone. She picks it up without hesitation and for a long minute there's a tense silence before Lizzy starts to speak.

"That's okay," she says. "We'll pick you up wherever you are, Kimmy."

She looks at me for confirmation and I nod.

Kim

I can't believe I'm being such a drama queen. But I really feel shitty and I need to be away from that dickhead Kyle before I say or do something that I regret. Like telling him that he's an asshole fir making me feel like complete shit for no reason.

According to him, though, there is plenty of reason for him to be furious at me. The biggest reason? That I decided to go on this trip without his confirmation. I should have asked him if it was okay. Even now I'm shaking as I remember how he called me a selfish bitch for the entire weekend. Every time I tried to get close to him he'd push me away, both physically and emotionally. We'd be in the same room, sitting on the couch and we wouldn't say a single word to each other.

By the time I see a shiny blue Honda Accord pull up in front of the bus stop that's three blocks away from Kyle's apartment, I feel the sadness subside. Until I hear my phone go off and I see that it's Kyle.

"What do you want?" I ask briskly.

"If you go on this vacation, we're over."

My throat closes up. Tears fill up my vision. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, even though I don't like the way it's making me feel. We've been going out for a year. The first six months were picture perfect, with him spoiling me out of his free will and pampering me with kisses and snuggles. He made me feel so loved and cherished. But it wasn't perfect. He's an awfully selfish lover. He never really cared for me sexually, ever since the beginning. There was only one time he made me come, but that was only when I was pleasuring myself while he was behind me.

I'm feeling like a royal bitch so I take a deep breath before I say, "You're a lousy lay anyway. Bye."

The relief I feel is instant. I hang up the call and put the phone on silent. If he calls me, then I won't be tempted to answer it. The moment I see Lizzy, I feel a burst of happiness pulse within me. When I see Mr. O'Keefe in his aviator sunglasses, I get an additional shot of adrenaline. He looks like he could be on the cover of Men's Magazine , he's so gorgeous. How old is he again?

"Kimmy!" She wraps her arms around me the moment she sees me. "Do you want to get into the backseat? Or do you want to be copilot? I'm a horrible copilot. I give out horrid directions."

I glance at Mr. O'Keefe but he's busy looking at a print out of a map. Sitting next to him sounds thrilling, as dumb as that sounds. Even though he doesn't think of me that way, I'd love to help him out with directions, right?

*

An hour later Lizzy is snoring lightly in the backseat while I stare at her through the rearview mirror. The rock station is playing through the stereo and a lot of the songs remind me of Kyle. He's a big fan of rock bands like Shinedown and Three Days Grace. I try to hide my disdain over the selection of songs but apparently it's failing because Mr. O'Keefe keeps glancing at me as we drive straight on the highway.

"Don't like the tunes?" he asks. "I can change the station."

I frown. "It's okay. I just don't like the memories associated with some of these bands. I'm more of a classic rock girl."

"Really?"

He seems genuinely impressed. Maybe he thinks I'm joking around?

"Mhm," I say as I nod. "I like Deep Purple and Heart, to name a few. Then I like a lot of eighties music like Prince and Def Leppard."

"You have great taste in music. Especially for someone so young."

"Thanks." I feel myself blush. "What about you?"

He keeps his gaze on the road as he changes the station. "Pretty much the same stuff you just mentioned. Maybe you can brainwash Liz into liking some of it."

I laugh. "That'd be hard. She loves her contemporary pop."

I swear I can see him roll his eyes, but it's hard to tell behind the sunglasses. I glance at my phone to check the time and am pleased to see that we only have two hours to go before we arrive at the beach house at Vineland Beach in New Jersey. I just can't wait to dig my toes into the warm sand and hopefully get a nice tan. I get to catch up with Liz, too and possibly flirt with cute guys. Anticipation rushes through me.

*

The beach house is so beautiful and we're lucky enough to get the top floor that has the deck. Since the house is two blocks away from the beach we get to see the ocean pretty well from our vantage point. I'm pretty quick in unpacking my luggage but Elizabeth is another story. I feel so bad for her dad who pretty much has to carry all of the heavy bags and suitcases filled with clothes.

"You do realize that we're only staying for a week, right?" he asks as he plops the bags down in her room. "Not a month. A week."

Liz rolls her eyes. "You just don't get it, dad. Clothes get dirty at the beach. Sand gets on your shorts and shirts. You need at least two pairs of clothes for each day, if not more for emergencies."

I try my best to not laugh out loud but it's hard. I focus on unpacking my stuff as Elizabeth and her dad argue over who's the more stubborn one. It's kind of adorable. It makes me wish that I had that sort of relationship with my dad. Instead he's out drinking and spending all his hard earned money on gambling. Yup, I have a real father figure.

"Kimmy! Come downstairs!"

Lizzy's voice beckons me downstairs, where I see her producing a concoction out of orange juice and vodka. I look at her oddly as she shoves the mixed drink toward my direction.

"Here, drink," she says cheerfully. "We have to get a buzz before we head out later."

"We're going out later?" I ask in surprise. "This is news to me."

"To the club. They got a really nice one out here. It's gay so everyone's cool and down to earth."

"Awesome."

I smile as I remember how open minded her dad is. When she nervously came out to him last year, he wasn't the least bit surprised. Even though he took her seriously, he just smiled and said he always knew that she was bisexual. He reassured her that it wasn't going to change the way he saw and loved her. His reaction was so perfect, it made her cry.

She tilts her head. "You don't want to go, do you?"

"Maybe." I yawn and stretch my arms. "I'm ugly, though. What will I wear?"

"Um, excuse you!" she says angrily. "Take that back."

I sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling very well right now."

"We're having drinks this early?"

Quinn is such a nice name and it really suits him. I don't know why I think of this as I stare at him. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them away in his pocket. His face is so perfect, does he have any idea of how beautiful he is? I know I sound so shallow but I can't help it. I grab the mixed drink from Elizabeth and take a hurried sip. It reminds me of a tropical island far away from drama and bullshit.

"This tastes really good," I say.

Lizzy smiles triumphantly. "See? It's not too early. Now it's time for the beach."

Quinn

It's so hard to not stare at Kim at the beach. Luckily my shades protect me from where my gaze is set at, but sometimes I swear we lock stares. She looks like a mermaid with her long, wavy hair and smooth, tan skin. I bet she smells so good. But I don't want to be a creep and sniff her. That would definitely set the wrong mood. So I do my best to ignore her sexy legs and hearty laugh. I try to check out other women. But I keep falling back to Elizabeth. She has the same music tastes as me. That's impossible to find nowadays. I wonder if I would have a chance with her if I were younger? If only. I highly doubt she'd want to date an old geezer like me.

The beach is wonderful until a storm rolls in, threatening to blow us away with its high winds and ominous, black clouds. We barely make it to the beach house as the rain begins its unrelenting downfall. The raindrops sound like bullets against the roof, but it's soothing. It quickly becomes apparent that Kimmy thinks the same, too. She's already nestling herself in the corner of a couch, nursing a teacup. My daughter, on the other hand, is restless as she stretches out on the sofa and groans.

"I can't believe it's raining!" she exclaims in annoyance. "We're going to be cooped up here all day." She pouts and crosses her arms.

"Maybe it will stop," Kim says before she blows on the hot liquid. "It can't rain forever."

I'm curious as to how the weather is going to turn out so I look at my smartphone and am disappointed to see that it's supposed to be cloudy almost all week. When I look up, I see Kim staring at me before she quickly looks away. This is going to be a very long week if we're stuck inside because of the rain.

"What are we having for dinner?" Elizabeth asks as she pats her belly. "I'm getting hungry."

"Maybe some salad?" Kim asks with a hopeful tone. "I don't think I can do a big meal. Unless you guys are in the mood for it."

"Ooh! Make your bean salad, dad!" Liz asks excitedly. "It's healthy and scrumptious."

I laugh. "That sounds good. Sounds like a plan."

*

After dinner it quickly becomes apparent that the girls want to drink but it's still pouring heavily outside. Luckily I brought a mixer and a full bottle of tequila for the week but now I'm starting to doubt that it's going to last us all week. I'm putting away dishes when I hear laughter from the girls' shared room. The door is slightly ajar but I've been doing my best to ignore their conversation. But suddenly they've gotten really loud.

"Your dad is so hot," Kim's voice filters through the slightly cracked door. "There, I said it."

My hand freezes midway as a cup almost falls from my grasp. Did I just hear her correctly? She thinks that I'm hot? Maybe I misheard her. But then Liz starts to laugh uncontrollably.

"Shh, he's out there. He might hear you. And yeah, he's handsome, but he's my dad! That's kind of weird, Kim."

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"Oops."

I need to distract myself before I make a wreck. After I place the cup away in the cupboard, I put on a radio on my smartphone. "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult starts playing, distracting me for the moment. Until Liz pops up next to me and motions me toward her.

"If Kim asks you for more drinks, tell her no," she whispers lowly in my ear. "I have a feeling she's hiding something and drinking isn't going to help the situation."

I don't like the sound of this, but I have no other option but to nod. After all the dishes are washed and dried, I'm about to go into my bedroom when I see the door open further and see Kim changing in front of the mirror. She's changing her top and to my shock she is braless. I quickly look away but I can't erase the image of her large, luscious breasts out of my mind. I stifle a groan and curse when I feel my erection rubbing against my pants with every step. I feel horrible for having witnessed that but it was an accident. Still. Conflicting emotions ravage me. Lust. Confusion. Excitement. Her nipples were so taught and perky, how would they feel against my tongue? How would she react to my mouth suckling her hard nipple as I caressed her velvet warmth with my finger? Just the thought is driving me insane. I haven't been this horny in a very long time. I'm considering watching a porno and jerking off my frustration but then I remember that I don't have my laptop. I do have my phone, though. After a moment of consideration, though, I change my mind. It just doesn't feel the same way anymore. Touching myself only makes it worse. So I just lay there and try to take a nap. Fifteen minutes later when I'm dozing off, I hear a knock on my door.

"Coming," I murmur as I walk toward the door.

"Hey," Kim says as she looks at me drowsily. "Liz is going to the corner store. Do you want something?"

You, I want to say out loud. I drink in her petite figure and quickly realize that she dressed up. She has on a strapless purple tank top and a black skirt and her hair is down in loose, relaxed waves.

"You look pretty," I blurt out.

"Oh, thank you," she says breathlessly as she blushes. "You're too sweet."

"Nah, I don't want anything." My gaze flickers to her breasts. "Are you girls going out somewhere?"

"Well, I thought we were...but I don't know. We don't want to leave you alone."

I smirk. "Don't worry about me. You girls are young. Have fun. You deserve it."

She smiles coyly. "Maybe you can come out with us."

I grind my teeth. I know that it's bad for me and the sound is horrible, but luckily she doesn't seem to hear it. Maybe she'll meet a guy out there who will replace me. I'm just a silly crush, a one-time infatuation.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

*

The girls leave around eleven to a bar down the street and I make it clear to them that if they need a ride to not hesitate to call me. I'm watching a replay of a soccer match between USA and Mexico when I get a text message. I expect it to be from Liz until I see the unrecognized number.

I love that you were watching me ;)

Every nerve in my body is paralyzed. I stare at the cell phone in complete horror as I slowly accept the truth: Kim saw me watching her. And she liked it. Unless this is a cruel joke and it's someone else's number. I can't stand the anticipation of not knowing so I quickly text her back.

Is this Kimberly?

My hands are shaking and my heart is racing. It's pathetic, the way I'm feeling about a silly phone conversation, but this could end up hurting me in the end. What if Elizabeth finds out that there's something going on between us?

Yup it's her :p I am so bored here. Come save me.

I'm about to answer her request when I get another text from her.

Liz is flirting with this guy and I don't want to kill her mood. I want to leave but I don't want to leave her alone.

I know what it's like to be somewhere you don't want to be. It really sucks. Not only are you bored out of your mind, but you're also extremely uncomfortable. It's just not worth it.

Okay, I'm going. What's the name of the bar?



I might regret this tomorrow but for now I'm having fun. I think I've had five drinks? Maybe less than that. Hopefully not more, though. Lizzy is having a lot of fun chatting with this cute guy who's obviously into her. He seems like a cool dude. He's tanner than me and has intoxicating brown eyes. There was a guy who was trying to talk to me earlier but he looked younger than me and honestly, right now I can't deal with young people. That sounds mean and stupid but honestly, it's how I feel. Which is why I'm so happy to see Quinn when he arrives at the bar.

"There you are!" I say excitedly as he approaches me with a smile. "Thanks for coming! As you can see, it's just me and the bartender right now."

They both exchange a smirk as I nurse my pina colada. It's so delicious and smooth, I can't believe there's liquor in here. Well, there has to be if I'm getting this happy and flirty all of a sudden. Quinn sits down next to me and I stare at his strong, lean arms. How would those arms feel against me as he pins me down to the bed with his gorgeous body? I cross my legs, wanting the insistent heat to melt away.

"Thanks for inviting me," he says as he browses the crowd. "Looks like it's a busy night here."

"Yeah." I sip my drink and look over at Liz. "At least Lizzy is having fun. She deserves it. She's had a rough time lately."

"So do you."

I want to talk to him about how he saw me changing in the bedroom, but I keep quiet. I don't want to do it here, where people can hear us. So I set my drink down, grab his hand and pull him toward the back entrance. Thankfully there is no one out here and there's a light that illuminates the small alleyway.

"What's up?" he asks playfully.

My hand lingers on his wrist even though I feel my chest constrict and my legs turn into silly putty. His skin feels so good, so right. Kyle has been texting me all night but all I can think about is Quinn. He's looking at me patiently and it's taking every ounce of patience within me to not plaster myself against him and kiss him.

"I saw you looking," I whisper as my fingers grip his wrist a little tighter. "It's okay. Did you like what you saw?"

His face darkens and I know I've said something wrong. I immediately regret asking him that so I retract my hand from him and stare at the paved ground instead.

"Nevermind," I hastily say. "Forget I said anything. I'm sorry."

I walk away before I make more of a fool of myself.

*

I walk back to the beach house feeling so ashamed of myself. Why the hell would he confess to liking what he saw? Maybe he didn't even like what he saw. Maybe he was disgusted. I'm such a fucking dumb ass. In a moment of weakness I find myself texting Kyle back, but it's not a very nice text.

I don't believe that this time will be different. That's what you always say.

I collapse on the bed. A mere minute later I hear the door open and a shuffle of feet before the bed dips and someone sits down next to me.

"Hey," a soft, masculine voice whispers to me. "I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intention."

I open my eyes and look up to see him gazing at me with a genuine concerned expression. It's been so long since Kyle looked at me that way. The past several months have been filled with empty stares and annoyed glances. Not to mention an acrid distance that I can taste in my mouth. I can feel Quinn's affection radiating from his body and I'm definitely responding to it. What I'm also responding to? His sexy, crisp, clean scent.

"You smell good," I say as I sit up. "Really good."

"Thanks."

His voice is firm and unwavering, unlike before. He's looking at me more steadily now and it's making my skin feel like it's on fire. I've never wanted someone this badly before. Of course I've had crushes and people I've fooled around with, but we seem to have an attraction that is so magnetic, I can feel it in my bones. I'm so close to him that I can see his long eyelashes, his warm bright green eyes and the few freckles that he has on his cheeks. Time seems to slow down as I lift my hand and caress his cheek.

"You are so handsome," I whisper. "I can't take it."

Any minute now Elizabeth is going to open the door and come barging inside, demanding an explanation. Just one look at us and it's obvious that something is going on. There has to be. Why else would we be staring at each other like this without saying a single word? He gently grabs my hand and kisses the top part. I gasp as his lips graze my skin, making my nipples harden in ardent desire.

"You're beautiful and young," he finally says. "You can have whoever you want."

I want you, though! The words almost escape my lips. I don't want just any stupid guy. A guy who won't care like you do. I can only imagine how he is in bed. He doesn't even have to be perfect and he'd be a whole lot better than most of the guys that I've been with who only cared about themselves. But how can I say that to him right now? He'll just think that I'm drunk and obnoxious.

"Good night, Kim," he says before he leaves the room.

*

The next morning I wake up alone. I see that Liz is missing from her own bed so I figure that she went out for a walk or something. Memories of last night hit me suddenly and I don't know whether I should feel excited or embarrassed. I remember the way Quinn gently kissed my hand and goosebumps erupt all over my skin. Just thinking about him turns me on so much, I can't help it. I roll the covers down and my hand immediately wanders down to my pajamas, where I lift the elastic band and flicker my finger around my aroused clit. I imagine that it's Quinn fingering me and I get even wetter. I imagine him being rough and hard in bed and it turns me on so much, thinking about him fucking me so hard. I moan as I look down at my bare pussy and see that it's so wet and slippery, my finger is making noises every time I rub myself. I become possessed as I climb closer and closer to orgasm. I'm about to come when I hear the door knock and I yelp as I panic and scramble to get the sheets.

"Lizzy?" Quinn's voice drifts through the other side. "Can I come in?"

I look down at myself and moan when I see how wet I am. I know that I need to answer him so after I quickly pull up my pajama bottoms, I jump out of bed and go to the door.

"Yeah?" I ask as adrenaline rushes through me. "What's up?"

I open the door all the way and relish in the sight of him. His face alone is so handsome and attractive to me, it's driving me insane. Just being close to him is intoxicating in itself. I shake my head and try to snap out of this spell.

"I was just looking for Liz," he says as he glances around the room. "Do you know where she went?"

I shake my head. "I have no idea. She might have gone out on a run. I woke up and she wasn't here."

"Okay," he says without looking at me. "I'll be out in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I'm making pancakes."

He cooks, too? Is there anything wrong with this man? Probably not. But I don't like the way he's avoiding my gaze and looking at everything except for me. I must have really upset him last night. I'm such a fucking loser.

I have to do the right thing. Even if she's looking at me with pure lust embedded in her eyes, I can't give in to temptation. It's only been a few days so this will pass. The wanting will be temporary. If I've learned anything in this life, it's that nothing is permanent. Everything is in a constant change of motion.

Of course this is hard to do when she's in her cute pajamas and staring at me voraciously, undressing me with her eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and when she opened the door, she was breathing heavily. The door was slightly ajar and I heard a moan but I did not look at the bed. I can only deduce what was going on. It's so difficult concentrating on the pancake batter when I have that moan resonating in my ears. Sometimes having a good memory is not a good thing...

"What kind of pancakes are they?"

I turn around, surprised by her voice so near. She's sitting on a tall chair by the little island planted in the kitchen. She's still in her pajamas and I grind down on my teeth as I imagine picking up her petite body and gently pressing her to the wall. I'd kiss her slowly and patiently, taking my time to taste her sweet mouth and roam my hands around her curves. Her knees would buckle as I gingerly bite her vulnerable neck. I stop myself before the image in my head gets too obscene.

"Blueberries," I blurt out loud. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." She smiles at me. "Sounds yummy."

I feel myself shiver before I say, "Did you really mean what you said last night?"

So much for avoiding trouble. What has gotten over me? I am entranced by her green eyes, her tan skin and gorgeous body. I don't know exactly what's going on between us but it's definitely something because my heart drops to the floor when she gets off the chair and walks over to me, calmly and slowly.

"Yes," she whispers. "I meant every word."

I don't understand what she sees in me. She's just starting her life and I have to start thinking of retirement soon. That doesn't seem to bother her one bit, though. The pan sizzles behind me and it takes everything inside me to turn my back to her and flip the pancakes over.

"Pancakes will be ready in a minute," I say with a brittle voice.

A pair of hands encircle me from behind and my entire frame stills. Good thing I'm working on the last pancake or there would be no pancakes. Because when she wraps her hands around my waist, I lose control. It's kind of sad that I turn off the stove first before I frame her beautiful face and kiss her passionately, but then again I am a father. I'm also needy because I place a pressing hand on her lower back and pull her toward me. She tastes so sweet, reminding me of strawberries and honey. Her lips are so soft and tender like ripe fruit. She moans into my mouth and grinds herself against me.

"Fuck me, please," she whispers hoarsely with need. "I want you inside me so bad."

A groan almost escapes me. She sounds so sexy saying those words. But I'm also alarmed. What about making out? About getting to know each other? And what about foreplay? Has she been so used to selfish men that could care less about satisfying her? I end the kiss and trail my lips across her cheek to her earlobe. She gasps when I kiss her small ear.

"I'd rather kiss you right now," I whisper into her ear. "And make you feel good."

She moans even louder. I'm about to kiss her again when I hear someone fumbling with the doorknob downstairs. Of course it can only be one person so the both of us quickly step away from each other, like two like magnets being repelled. The look she's giving me is tearing me apart, making me ache with unfiltered need. I'm so turned on that it hurts. I want to pick her up and take her to my bed and kiss every inch of her soft, tan skin and make her tremble until she can't take it anymore.

"Hey guys!" Elizabeth says as she enters the kichen. "It smells divine in here. Are those pancakes?"

She's your daughter's friend, I remind myself. I can't keep doing this. I need to make a decision based on rationality, not on feeling.

The girls go to the beach but I skip out on it because I'm still too turned on to feel comfortable in swimming trunks. Every time I think about kissing Kim, I get so turned on, it makes it impossible to think about anything else. So once I make sure that they're gone, I take a cold, long shower, thinking that will help me. It doesn't. I hiss as I look down at my hardness. No one's ever made me go crazy with need like this. It's wrong but I imagine here with me in the shower, naked and wet. I start stroking myself as I imagine fingering her as she backs up against me, grinding against me. She'd expect me to fuck her right away but I would take my time making sure she was wet and ready for me. Not only that but I'd make her come with my finger and then even harder with my mouth. I shiver as I think about tongue fucking her and hearing her muffled moan until it turns into a desperate cry of need. I growl as I come but it isn't enough to satisfy my lust. I need her. But I can't have her.

It starts raining on the beach again so we're forced to go home. I don't really see Quinn anywhere in the house so I assume he went out, which makes me sad but it shouldn't. What happened between us earlier was really intense. It's obvious we both want each other. But maybe he's intimidated by the fact that I'm his daughter's friend. I try to focus on Lizzy as we watch a stupid reality TV show but I just catch myself day dreaming about Quinn. I want to suck him off so bad and have him saying nasty things to me. I am such a dirty girl. I wonder how he tastes and how his come would taste, too. When I see him walking into the house an hour later my chest tightens and I stare at him as I dig my fingernails into the couch. He doesn't glance my way but looks at Elizabeth before he starts to speak.

"I'm going to the casino tonight," he says.

"Ooh, can we go?" Lizzy says excitedly. "That sounds like fun, right Kim?"

I glance at the carpeted floor. "Yeah, it does. But maybe he wants to go alone."

I can't hide the sadness from my voice, but still I try. Now Quinn is staring at me and I find myself squirming on the seat.

"Sure. I'm leaving at seven."

I decide to wear something comfortable and not too flashy since we're going to be walking around a lot. Heels are out of the question so I wear a pair of cute yet comfortable sandals along with a pair of jeans and a lacy black top. Liz, on the other hand, looks like she's ready to go to a club with a bright blue dress that hugs her curves. I feel like shit compared to her. But when Quinn is staring at me outside as he waits for us to leave, I feel pretty good, I can't lie.

"You look pretty," he says as he glances at Liz. "The both of you."

"Aw, thanks dad!" Liz gushes. "Let's go have fun."

"I can be designated driver," I offer.

"I'm not." Liz laughs. "I'll probably be piss ass drunk."

The night turns out to be similar to the other night when me and Liz went out. Only this time she meets up with a really cute girl who seems down to earth and funny. I actually want them to have some time alone so I wander around the casino, sipping from a soda. I feel like a little kid, honestly. Everyone else is gambling and drinking liquor yet here I am drinking a soda. My stomach starts rumbling and I'm about to start looking around for a restaurant when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

Look behind you

The text is from Quinn and sure enough when I turn around I see him waving at me enthusiastically. He seems to be in a good mood so that has me smiling as I walk toward him and wave back.

"Hey," I say shyly. "Having fun?"

He grins. "I'm drunk and lost fifty bucks. At least I'm drunk, though. Right?"

I laugh. "True. What games did you play?"

"Just the slot machines. I'm starving. I was going to get some food."

"I was about to do the same." I smile nervously. "Want to get something together?"

He glances around. "Where's Liz?"

"She's hanging out with a lady." I giggle. "I think they're hitting it off pretty well."

"Aw. Okay." He smiles. "I want her to be happy."

"Me too." I smile. "She deserves it."

"So where do you want to go?" he asks as we start walking.

I shrug. "I don't really care. Hopefully somewhere not expensive."

"Buffet is good. There's a lot of variety there."

I raise an eyebrow. "Isn't it expensive?"

He shakes his head. "Not if I'm paying."

The buffet turns out to be really nice. I eat some rice pilaf with steamed veggies along with a good amount of salad. We talk like nothing happened before and that's starting to get to me because it won't happen ever again. Until he reaches for my hand and kisses my cheek. I feel myself still as his warm breath rubs against my ear, making me shut down.

"Come outside with me," he asks in a sexy rasp. "Please."

I grab his hand tightly and lead him out of the casino. I lead the way through the crowds of people and finally to the secluded beach where we can have some privacy. He stops walking and suddenly it's his turn to lead the way as he directs me toward the dark pillars where no one can see us. A thrill runs through my body as I wonder what he's going to do.

"Finally," he says as he lets go of my hand.

I watch him in enraptured silence as he gently pins me against one of the pillars and kisses me slowly. I feel myself melting and my entire body buzz with raw electricity as he runs his hand through my hair and kisses me so perfectly. His tongue flickers against my bottom lip and I imagine that it's my clit he's licking and I immediately shiver all over.

"I want to suck on your neck and finger you," he says drowsily. "Can I?"

I gulp. "Out here?"

He nods. "Nobody will come. I got you. Unless you don't feel comfortable."

I moan as he sucks on my neck. "You're making me so wet..."

His tongue runs across my sensitive, soft skin and I wiggle against him, in complete heat. My nipples are so hard, straining against my bra. His mouth wanders down to my shoulder and he bites it gently, making me gasp.

"My tongue will get you wetter," he rasps. "Fuck. Let's just get a room. That way we're not paranoid. Is that okay?"

I definitely feel better with the room option. Thankfully we get a room rather quickly which is good because I am so horny I am ready to attack him with everything I have. But it seems that he's quicker because as soon as he locks the door he shoves me against the bed and kisses me so hard I am in hell with pure lust. He's like a different person as he pulls my knees apart with his leg and grinds himself against me. He unbuttons my shirt with his beautiful hands and rips my bra off and gazes longingly at my chest.

"So perfect," he whispers before he plants a soft kiss on each nipple.

My back arches as he tweaks a nipple with his fingers and suckles on the other one, sending heat right to my core. My panties are drenched and my clit is throbbing for more. He brings his mouth back up to my mouth and kisses me passionately as his hands wander down my trembling body. He breaks the kiss to unbutton my jeans, which I help him with since they are kind of tight on me. He growls when he sees me in nothing but my panties.

"You are driving me insane," he says as he stretches out next to me on the bed. "I need to make you come."

I moan at the intensity of his voice. While he kisses my neck and shoulder, his right hand wanders to my black silky panties. My heart is racing and adrenaline rushes through me as his hand creeps down the hemline of my panties. When his fingers brush the soft, downy hairs, I shudder violently. I swallow back a scream when his finger gently brushes over my highly aroused clit.

"Do you like dirty talk?" he asks in my ear.

"Please," I moan out loud.

I moan even louder when his finger grazes my clit yet again. All I can feel is silky wetness and his expert finger making me tremble with every move. He licks my earlobe and I back up against him, rubbing my ass against his erection.

"So you're a dirty girl?" he asks as his finger glides over my wetness. "Is that why you're so wet?"

"Oh God," I whisper nervously. "It feels so good."

I don't care if I sound like a slut; it really does feel so good, I am trembling all over. My muscles feel like they're going to melt any second and my skin feels on fire. Between his slow, torturous finger and sexy, raspy voice, I am going to unravel any second now. Which is surprising since it takes me at least ten minutes when I have solo sessions to get off.

"You like my finger on your little clit?" he asks in my ear. "I can make it go faster. But I'll have to take off your panties for that."

I literally rip off my underwear so fast, it makes him laugh. I spread my legs open and he growls in approval.

"Good girl," he says longingly. "Now I can finger you real good."

My dick is telling me to fuck her hard and fast but I ignore my primal instinct to do that. I want to make her come so hard she forgets where she is. Besides, she feels so perfect in my hand, so slippery and wet, that I can't stop touching her. The sound of my finger rubbing against her clit seems to really turn her on because she is panting and bucking against me like she's going to lose it any second.

"I'm close," she says in a raspy whisper. "Don't stop, baby, please."

That's all I need to hear. I quicken my pace and bite down on her shoulder and she starts trembling against me almost immediately. She screams in pure pleasure as she drenches my hand in her come. Hearing her raw pleasure is so satisfying and sexy, I find myself moaning, too. She rides my fingers as her body goes through a small series of mini shocks. But it isn't enough.

"More," I growl in her ear. "I want to give you more."

She gasps when I start fingering her again, only this time it's a little more hard and aggressive. I love the sound of my finger slipping in and out of her pussy. I imagine it's my dick and I swallow back a scream. Instead I focus on her. The way her spine is stiffening and she starts rubbing my cock through my pants. I suckle on her neck again and she starts to moan in pure desperation.

"Oh my God," she says breathlessly as she squeezes my dick, hard. "I'm going to come so hard."

"Yes, give it to me," I whisper into her ear. "Give me your come, baby."

She screams even louder than before and shudders so violently, at first I think I've hurt her. But then she's convulsing uncontrollably and saying my name over and over again and I know I just gave her an amazing orgasm. That and the fact that not only is my hand completely soaked, but the sheets are a little soaked, too.

"I want to finger you all night," I whisper into her ear. "I can't get enough of you."

We should probably be heading back downstairs but I need to make her come one last time. My finger rubs her clit even faster and she is sweating and panting and it's so perfect, the way she crumples next to me in surrender. Her ass grinds against my erection and I hiss at the friction, backing up. She calls out my name one last time as her legs shake and she closes her eyes. When her orgasm has finally subsided, I kiss her cheek and hold her tight against me.

"You are so perfect," he whispers. "In every way."

[To be continued?]

Chronicles of the Special Stretch byAngelPie4Mongo©

CHRONICLES OF THE "SPECIAL" YOGA STRETCH

My boyfriend/ live-in lover/ best friend of three years had mentioned anal sex many many times. We had tried it 2 or 3 times and had to stop because it was VERY painful for me! A few weeks ago, I had a short discussion with him that I didn't know if we'd ever be able to have anal sex unless I went through some "anal training" first and I didn't know if I really wanted to do that or not. He has never been pushy about anything sexually and said it didn't matter, and that he loved me just the same, with or without anal sex. 

After reading up on the subject, I realized that some of my "getting too stretched out" concerns were unfounded and that it really was a little like yoga in that you have to work at stretching a muscle to get it to comply with your wishes—whether it be to do a downward dog or a doggie style—it takes consistent stretching. 

I decided that I might even like it and that I loved him enough to at least try. After all, I always loved it when we are fucking doggy style and he stuck a finger up my ass while I used my vibrator on my clit. That would always send me over the top—to the moon and back! So, my "special yoga" stretching sessions began. 

This is the true-life diary of my two month ass-training for the man I love.

Day 1, Stretching session #1 (About September 15th)

I opted for coconut oil instead of KY because I had found it to be superior as a lube. Plus--bonus, he can eat it, it tastes good, and it makes your skin soft! I laid on my back on our bed—hours before he would be home. I think to myself that if I am able to accomplish a wide enough stretch to actually have anal sex with him, he's going to be ecstatic! I wanted it to be a surprise. 

I clipped my nails short and found my tiny little ass opening with a lubed up finger. I gently pulled aside the rim of my ass and softly worked the finger in. Ooo...it felt really good and I got an immediate tingling up through my pussy and clit. 

The opening was so terribly tight, I could hardly move my finger, but I pushed it in as far as I could. I wondered how deep the cavity went and if my lover could get in "balls deep," as he says. I try not to rub my clit, as I'm not here to pleasure myself, but to "workout" for my man. I can hear the conversation now, "Mongo, my love, I've taken up yoga."

"You have, Angel? How far can you stretch?"

I would bend over, pull my panties to the side, and open my ass cheeks and say, 

"Just far enough for you to fuck my tight little ass, my love." 

As I brought myself back to reality, I used my finger to pull the impossibly tight muscle to the left and to the right. The pulling was a little uncomfortable, but not to the point of pain. I thought back to the some of the porn movies I've seen where the woman doesn't even blink when her the gigantic dick is shoved deep in her ass. Apparently this is achievable, just not without some ass training, I mused. I had read that if you clench down with the ass muscles over and over you essentially wear it out and then pull and stretch side to side. I did this for about 30 minutes with minimal discomfort. My clit liked the occasional attention I gave it too. 

Day #2—I lubed up a few fingers because I wanted to try going further each time. After gently inserting, clenching, pulling for a few minutes, I was able to pull with my index finger wide enough to feel air, and I gently slid another finger in alongside the first. I had made progress in only two sessions. I can imagine the sight, me laying on my back, both hands under my back and buttocks. 

My asshole was impossibly tiny and tight, and the fingers felt as if they would go numb from the tightness. I gently pulled and tugged in opposite directions, while my clit began to charge up. I considered inserting a butt plug and jumping my man when he comes home, but reconsidered, as my little tiny asshole was tired by the end of this session.

Session #4—I started on my back with two fingers, and my left thumb accidentally brushed up against my clit----ohhhhh this felt so divine. I pulled my knees up to my ears and felt how the opening of my ass gets tighter around my two fingers with my legs in this position. I can't wait to surprise my lover—and knowing what the feeling is like from the inside, I know he is going to go crazy over this super-tight feeling. 

I wiggled off the bed and sat kneeling on the floor, knees far apart and fingers still up my ass. My pussy was so wet I decided that my thumb could do a good job of plugging that hole. The wetness was practically dripping onto the floor and the kneeling position with my legs spread wide, forced my lips open wide which made me even more randy. I doubled over and leaned my forehead on the floor, quietly moaning to myself with pleasure.

I took the thumb out of my pussy and stroked my clit from side to side with the soaking wet thumb. I momentarily stopped the rubbing to inserted a third and fourth finger in my ass. So tight. Such a strong and willful muscle. I consider that this felt so desperately good that if I make myself cum, I may cum so hard that I may be spent for the rest of the night. I decided against it, so I can save myself for my lover. But I continue to stroke my clit....it throbed with desire, I could not stop. 

I decided not to stop. I felt the hotness burning inside my femme parts...fingers in my ass, finger up my pussy, another stroking my clit. Within moments, I came.... and I came so hard that my stomach knots into an uncontrollable kink, paralyzing me from taking in air, which intensified my climax even more. I remained in this state for nearly a minute, as my orgasms typically last a minute or two or three. I released my stronghold on my clit and I rolled to my side in a heap, gasping for air and needing to stretch that kinked muscle in my abdomen. What an intense orgasm. I felt guilty, but luckily that night my lover was grumpy, tired and preoccupied with work and wasn't interested in sex. Lucky break for me.

Session #5 — My man had half jokingly quizzed me a few days ago about my afternoon showers. While it's not unusual for me to take them, their frequency may have increased since my "yoga" stretching has started. Today was a cold day, I got home and hopped in the shower to warm up before I realized I hadn't done my ass stretching. I only remained in the shower about 5 minutes, dried off and kept my pink, warm fuzzy robe around me for warmth. I didn't know if the warm shower helped or if things are just stretching well, but I reached a new level today. 

I laid across the bed sideways and pulled my knees up to my face, exposing my freshly showered girl parts. My pale feet naturally rested on the wall at the head of the bed. I had oiled up 2 fingers on both hands—not knowing how much I could take. As before, the first and second of the right hand easily slipped into my ass. As I had noted before, having both hands down there can be a difficult feat, so I decided to see if I could get my ring finger of the same hand in. It did, though noting I need to cut finger nails again. 

The three fingers in my ass, forming a sort of a triangle. I knew my lover's member is much larger than my little triangle, but all will be well with time. This passage is so tight—he is going to love this. In this position, a second hand might have been too difficult, so I decided to add my thumb! The thumb slid in after being lubed properly. I tried to open them and my ass absolutely would not allow it. I continued with the clenching and releasing exercises and with my other hand, stroked my clit from side to side. 

My thoughts drifted to wondering why my lover has never stroked me this way...I suppose the natural thought is to go along the folds of the lips up and down, but this way feels divine! With my knees near my ears, I stroked my clit slowly and methodically...I softly groaned to myself. Then I used my left hand to insert two fingers into the middle of the right handed triangle. They easily went in, but it was tight—very, very tight—and I used them to spread the others apart, as tiny of progress as was possible, I held that for a few minutes.

I decided that my man most certainly will want to do some stroking himself when he has me in this position. And by that, I mean in and out of this tight little ass of mine. I decided to try a little in and out action without completely pulling out. It was fine...actually felt –possibly-- a little good, and I continued to stroke my clit. I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew that today I would be saving that orgasm for my lover. 

Every stroke of my clit made my ass muscles clench a little—if my lover even lasted five minutes in my tight ass, I would be surprised. I saved my orgasm, showered, and donned some purple Jack skellington over-the-knee socks, a thin, tight white shirt, skipped the panties, and hoped to ravage him when he got home. I sat in bed with my book and waited for my lover. 

Session—Next

Today is Friday and I have worker men in my house replacing the old heating system. They have no idea what I'm doing upstairs in my bedroom. Today, I decided I was going to see how far I could take my "yoga." I lubed up all five fingers on both hands (just in case) and then in an afterthought, decided to lube up my purple vibrator as well. I started with one and then two fingers and again, my little asshole still seemed impossibly tight. After about 5 minutes, my two fingers were practically numb. I worked the fingers around, side to side, front and back...my clit pulsated with expectation. 

I decided I could probably handle my sleek purple vibrator, which probably isn't much wider than 3-4 small fingers put together. I know my man is much thicker than it, but things are "cuming" along. I inserted the vibe slowly—it fills the impossibly small ass cavity and I feel full, but my pussy is so empty—a very new sensation. 

I rolled onto the floor on my knees again, forehead on the floor, knees apart. I had a hand towel and wondered if my lover has been noticing how many rags and towels I've been going through. I used the towel around the base of the vibe to prop it upright and sit up on my heels, with the vibrator jammed into my little space. I played with my clit until my pussy was dripping wet with pussy juices and decided to see if my little ass could handle some movement. I slowly raised up and down on the stationary, propped up dildo...still stroking my wanting clit. I bobbed up and down on the dildo, this time in a slow rhythm... I became proud of myself because today I was ass-fucking my vibrator! My lover is going to be so surprised! 

He had a conversation with me lately about not telling each other things right away, and I hope he doesn't get mad at me about this, but I wanted to see if I could even do it first (so I didn't disappoint him if I couldn't). And second, I wanted to give this to him as a sort of gift. A surprise gift. I hope he loves it. My mind wandered off wondering if he will end up liking my ass more than my pussy—it is afterall, far tighter than my pussy! I ponder this question for a while. 

As I returned to the task at hand, I again wanted so badly to cum...it wouldn't have taken even one more stroke of my clit to send me over the edge, but I decide to save myself for my Lover. We took a walk that night and worked out a spat we had had and by Saturday morning I was so incredibly horny that within minutes of him fingering my wanton pussy, I came so hard I almost passed out. The day was filled with teasing, tasting, licking and screwing—he even ate my pussy in his car sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store! I love my man. One moment while he was licking my pussy in the bedroom, he licked it side to side! OMfsm—has he been reading my chronicles?! This put me completely over the top within a minute! Sunday morning was good as well....but Sunday night, oh, Sunday night! My kinky man emailed me a video of something new and fun he wanted to do, which, in part, involved ass-training on him! Imagine my delight to get to show of some of my newly learned skills in training HIS tight ass! Won't he be surprised when he finds out what I've been up to!

Session—next. I met a woman today—when I left the business meeting, I immediately texted my lover that I was hot for this woman. I think he got a little turned on by the message... He and I have been talking a lot lately about strap-ons and double-sided strap-ons. Now another woman to fantasize about...I'm not getting much work done today. It's been 2 days (all weekend) since my last "special yoga" session. 

This time I go straight for the purple dildo. I insert one one finger first to guide the vibe in, slide the finger out, and push the dildo as far as I can. I have measured my vibrator—it is 6 ½ inches tip to end (6" plus the base where the batteries screw in). I have only gotten it comfortable in about 3-3 ½ inches. My man measures a full six

+ inches. Still lots of work to do. I relaxed a few moments to let my body adjust to its thickness. I attempted my clinching exercises but my little asshole feels so full. As I jiggled it a little in and out it started to feel good elsewhere. As I knelt, I propped this mechanical shaft between my toes and began to stroke my clit. The tightening of my little asshole tried to push out the sleek vibe. 

I thrust probing fingers into my pussy and realized how incredibly wet it is and draw some of those pussy fluids out onto my eager clit. The anal stimulation does not seem to gratify me by itself, but paired with the other simulations it causes a wonderful combination of sensations. My mind wanders to the woman I met today...wondering if she and her husband have ever done anything like this. Wondering also, if she has ever had a female lover outside of her marriage. I could not tell if she is just friendly or if she felt the electricity like I did today—I turned on my vibrator while it remained secure in my tight little ass. Fast forward to the evening...I did a second ass training on my man. Hopefully mine will be "ready" before his is! 

Next session—I only had a short amount of time before he got home, so I went straight for the purple vibe. I pulled open my little hole with my finger and slid the oily vibe directly in. It went in with ease and I decided that next time I will be ready for a larger size. 

Next session—This day, I found an old, sleek, jelly-like anal plug in my "toolbox." It was slightly smaller in circumference than my hard purple vibe, but I figured since I had a time constraint, I could lube it up, insert it, and attend to my day. In the meantime, I looked up what others are saying about how deep one can penetrate the ass and prepared some literature for my lover. I've decided that since I will have company in the house for the next 12 days, I will stop by the "toy store" on the way to the airport and pick out some butt plugs that are increasing in size. By the time my company leaves, I might be almost ready! I hope my lover will be pleased. 

Next session—I stopped by the toy store today. I bought a 2-pc kit of two jelly-like ass-trainer plugs. One is about the size of a plug I have now, but I will give it to my lover. The other is the next size bigger—I think I can start with that one. They are in a graduated-bubble-like shape. The top is a small bubble and the bubbles get larger toward the base. The longer one is probably a full 5" long. Additionally, I bought one more size up from that. I call it the "big black bubble butt" haha. It too is the graduating bubble shape, but really fat (and not as long). 

When I got home I lubed up the middle size five-incher. It seemed almost impossible getting it into my small hole, and took about 5 minutes...BUT it didn't hurt and I got it in. All 5 inches. I wore it around the house under my clothes for a few hours. I will send my literature to my lover tonight. I will also need to tell him that we will need to use a condom based on some of the info I found. I can't wait to deliver my surprise to him. 





Next session—Again the 5-incher. Actually, I think it may be 6, but unsure. It only took about a minute to get it all the way in today. The part closest to the base is the fattest part—it might be fairly close to the circumference of my lover. My tight ass isn't ready yet. I want to be fully able to accommodate him with no pain—and maybe even....pleasure. I sat today with the 5-incher ass trainer in my little hole for about an hour. The longer time wore on, the hornier I became. My man was supposed to be home early today—I do hope he hurries up, Angel is randy. I thought to myself, "Maybe I'll just use the vibrator for a few short moments until her gets here." A few minutes inded.

Next sessions (Oct 4th--5th + 6th)—It was the weekend + and I didn't want my man to know what I was up to, so I didn't take up the trainer I bought. However, I slipped one of my tiny older butt plugs in my ass before we had a planned "rough" sex session. Well, probably not really rough by porn standards, but he fucked me hard. On all fours in the family room and then on the stairs. He fucked me so hard the plug popped right out of me! 

The next day there were promises of face sitting—so while my lover played video games with our company, I sat upstairs with my new 5-incher shoved in my ass. Having it there made me good and randy, and eager for the face-sitting later in the evening. I stealthily removed it before he knew anything. Monday I had plenty of time to train my little ass. This 5-incher plug is proving to be a bit of a challenge—it has 5 bubbles, the tip being the smallest, and the 5th at the base being larger and out of proportion (thicker and longer) near the base. It is still difficult it get it in and out over that 5th fat bubble. I'm going to slyly measure the circumference of my lover's manhood tonight with my hand. I'd like to see how much bigger he is than this trainer plug. I hope I'm getting close to being able to handle his fat cock, but I know it is going to be at least another week or two. I took a few pictures and will send them to him when the time is right.







Session next—My lover and I had been having a little grumpiness between us the last few days. I won't stop my ass training though because I am doing this because I love him very much and despite feeling negative toward him temporarily, I know that he will be ecstatic the day he finds out I am ready for him to fuck me in the ass. I continue on because of my love for him. 

I have been a little frustrated because it seems like I haven't been able to move up from the 5-bubble-5 incher. I had limited time this day and was just going to keep the plug in my little ass for about a half hour while my man was driving home. I was frustrated with my stall in progress and knew I probably wasn't going to get laid that night either and decided to see what I could do to speed up this process. 

I went into my bathroom and knelt on the floor. I pulled the plug out only part of the way, just enough so that the fattest part of the 5th bubble was expanding the tightest part of my opening. I was angry. Angry at my lack of progress, angry at my lover, angry that I haven't been laid in four days, angry at the internet, angry at the world. I kept it there and angrily took to doing my squeezing exercises. I was determined to get past this fat bubble this week! 

I put my hand mirror under my ass to see what I was doing and decided that I was going to fuck my ass with the fattest part of this dildo and get this show on the road. I fucked myself with it for several minutes with no issues and decided that next time—next time--I'm going for the Big Black Bubble Butt (BBBB) that I bought. I'm going to get that fat plug in my ass even if it kills me. 

Next session—This evening, I broke out the BBBB. It mused that it looks like a chess piece. It is about half as long as 5-incher, and has only three bubbles—but they are FAT. After lubing up, the first and second bubble went in somewhat easily, but the third bubble just wouldn't budge! I tried on my knees, using a mirror, but I could not even force it over the third bubble. I tried for about ten minutes and gave in to failure. I realized however, that this second bubble is about the same size as the largest part of the last plug, so at least I have that. Giving in to the failure, I donned a tightly fitting thong to hold it in, and went about my evening. My lover had better fuck me tonight, or I'm going to have to deal with it myself. I haven't even held his cock in my hand in five days! I have become very grumpy in this state.

According to Wikipedia, the average circumference of an erect penis is 4.8 inches (5.2 being an upper dimension). My plugs are: 4 ¼ at the fattest part of the fifth-bubble base, and the BBBB is 5 1/8 at the fattest and 4 ¾ at the bottom/base "rung" of the fattest bubble. You have to get it in over the fattest part to get to the bottom rung for it to stay in (which I can't yet). I have to be able to maintain the BBBB to be able to accommodate my lover. Going for two sessions today and praying to get laid tonight.

I watched with my hand mirror as the 5-incher slid easily into my ass. Easily slid in. I could see the pussy juices amassing around the opening of my eager pussy. The plug was creating a pleasurable sensation in my neglected pussy and I ignored it, strapped in the plug with a pair of tight panties and went about my day. An hour later when I peeled off my panties, they were soaked with my pussy juices and I decided to give my clit a small little reward by petting it for a few minutes. It was going to be a very long day.

Saturday and Sunday allow my little ass to have a rest, and even though Monday was a holiday, I found a small amount of time to sneak in some butt plug action. I have measured my lover's big cock with my hand and it is equal in girth to the fattest part of the BBBB. I set a goal for myself to overtake the BBBB in the next 20 days. I whipped out the BBB again this day—hopefully I will have better luck than last time. The first two bubbles went in somewhat easily. But that third, fat bubble took some coaxing, but lo and behold, it went in!

Well, sort of. For some reason it wouldn't stay in, but at least my little tiny opening was around most of it even though it kept trying to pop out. I carefully slipped on an overly tight thong and sat down on the bed hoping the pressure would force it in more. Oh, how I wanted so badly to conquer this plug and come to my lover with a new thrill for him. While I sat on my bed, my pussy became engorged and desirous. I stroked my clit lightly through my miniscule thong panty and daydreamed about my lover's talented tongue licking me.

I reached for my vibrator, but thought to myself that I would only use it for a moment because I wanted to save myself for my man. The vibrator felt good on my clit through the tiny panty, but not really good enough to make me cum. I reached around back and gave the plug a few little pushes—it would only move as far as the taut sliver of fabric would allow, but it was enough to cause a rush of feeling to my nether regions. Lightly bobbling the fat plug in and out pushed my tightening body near the edge of orgasm in less than a minute. I continued caressing my clit with the vibrator and jostled the BBBB inward and outward—was I actually liking this anal play? Despite my desire to save myself for later, I couldn't stop myself and came in less than two minutes. I mused that my lover's time was near.

Sessions over the following week: All sessions were with the BBBB, and although it went in most of the way, it never went in far enough to stick! It just kept popping out. I wondered if this was a design flaw or if I still wasn't ready. I began thinking about what item I might have around the house that would have a better shape. I realized at that moment why one hears about others using cucumbers or other food items as toys. I laughed to myself about how perverted others might think I was if they could hear my thoughts right now. I contemplated another trip to the adult toy store—or maybe just to the grocery store.

My trip to the grocery store was fruitful! Knowing I will likely have to cover the item in a condom, I considered many items that might have worked—doggie bones; the new tall, skinny, glass soda bottle; ketchup bottles...ahhh the possibilities. But low and behold they had a few fresh veggies left! I selected one zucchini and one squash. I measured them both with my hand to make sure they measured up to my man's big member. I left the store laughing out loud for spending three dollars on "disposable butt toys." Once I got home I realized that I could even shape them a little with a whittling knife! My man is going to think I am such a perv!







The following two weeks I used and abused my store gems. I noted that my pussy juices flow generously every session, and again I pondered that I may be liking this more than I had thought I would. By then end of two weeks I was out of condoms and my veggies were ready for the compost.

It was time to try the BBBB again. To my delight, it went in—all the way—I had done it!! It took me almost two months, but I had done it...AND...it felt good! I was now ready for my Mongo. He will be hosting company for a few days soon....but after that--he'll be all mine.

Maybe Mongo will write the next chapter.

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The Sensual Massage Seduction bymikee_43©

David called me a couple of days after our first encounter. He said "I'm betting you need a back rub."

I knew just what he was implying because we talked about that fantasy after our first encounter. I said "Yes, as a matter of fact I do need one."

"Well, I am ready to help you with that. Can you come over now?"

I said "See you in 10 minutes", as I got ready and headed out the door.

When I arrived, David said "Let me take off your shirt, then you can lay down on the couch."

He took my shirt off and I laid down on the couch, belly side down. He straddled me over my butt, and began massaging my shoulders, my neck, and my upper back. I said "Gosh, I love this. This is wonderful. You are good at this."

David said "Just trying to make a good buddy feel good. Besides, it's fun for me." He continued his massage, working all of those areas very well, and then slid himself back onto my thighs as he started making his way down my lower back. He kept bumping up against my jeans as he was trying to get to my lower back. He then said "Mind if I unbutton your jeans and slide them down to your knees so I can get your lower back better?"

I said "Sure, that will be fine." I love the seduction of something like this. It makes my mind wonder what else he might ask as he massages me. I got up on my knees, and he reached around from behind and unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped me and helped me slide my jeans down to my knees. Afterwards, I laid back down for the massage to continue.

One of the things that turns me on is the feeling of being exposed. The fact that David has my jeans down to my knees and my ass exposed with nothing on but black silky undies, was turning me on a lot.

David continued his massage, now going all the way down my lower back, and sensually sliding his thumbs under my silky undies. He worked on this area for 3-4 minutes, then said "Mind if I just go ahead and take your jeans off? I would love to massage your legs, too."

I said "Sounds fine with me. I am loving all of this."

I lifted up enough to let him pull the jeans off. Then I laid back down with nothing on now but my silky undies. He resumed the massage from my feet sliding up my legs. It felt so good. At first he would stop about 4 inches from my ass, but after a couple of minutes his hands started going higher and higher each time he went up my legs. He then opened up my legs some so he could massage the insides better. After a few minutes of this, and me wondering where this might go next, he started bumping my balls with his fingers. Then, he massaged my inner legs in a way that I could feel my balls moving. I was getting so turned on from everything he had been doing, and the way he was going about this, that I was very hard and knew I must be leaking precum.

He then said "Think you would like your ass massaged?"

I said "Yes, I would love it."

"Mind if I just slide your undies down some so I can massage it better?"

I said "That's fine with me." (really thinking in my mind "I thought you would never ask)

He slid the undies down to the bottom of my ass and began the most sensual massage of my ass that I had ever had. My ass is very sexually sensitive anyway, but the way he worked my ass cheeks made the whole experience even more sensual. He would pull of the cheeks which opened up my asshole. I could feel the room air on it and it was making me tingle all over with excitement. I was moaning and "mmmmmmm" kept coming out of my mouth.

David said "So, you like this, huh? Don't mind your cute little ass being massaged?"

"I LOVE it." was my answer.

He continued the ass massage and intentionally pulled the ass cheeks as far apart as possible, and then with a tease said "How do you like this?"

I said "It is a huge turn on, knowing I am exposed to you. I love feeling like I am exposed."

He then lightly brushed his fingers across my asshole, as I moaned and pushed my ass upwards a little toward him. He said "Oh, looks like someone likes their asshole played with."

"I love it" was my answer to him.

Then to my surprise, he leaned down, and with my ass cheeks spread wide, he licked my asshole. I let out a loud "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" and squirmed and pushed my ass back towards him.

"Mmmmmm. Someone likes that too. Let's see what else someone likes." Then he shoved his tongue into my asshole and started going in and out, licking and rimming me very sensually. Then he would stop as if he was teasing me, and said "You like it, my little slut boy? You need your little asshole licked?"

"Oh yes, I need it real bad. Lick my asshole really good for me."

This was becoming a teasing game. So, David took it farther. "Are you going to let me do anything I want with your little asshole, my little slut boy?"

I moaned with "Yes, whatever you want."

He then said "What about this?", as he started sliding a finger down inside of it. He worked it in deeper and deeper, then slid it in and out very sensually. He said "You like this my little slut boy?"

I said "Yes I love you finger fucking my asshole."

He said "I bet your little asshole is like a pussy, huh? Bet if I play with it, it will turn you on like a woman's pussy." Then he leaned down and started licking and fingering me intently. I was moaning heavily and squirming and pushing my ass toward him. He could tell that he practically owned me now, that he could do whatever he wanted. After a few minutes of this attack on my pussy asshole, he said "You will now strip me, and give me the best blowjob of my entire life.'

He slid off the rest of my clothes to where I was completely naked, then stood in front of me, with me seated on the couch. And, then he said while looking in my eyes "Suck me."

I saw his precum dripping off his hard cock. I started seductively licking up and down his cock, while using one of my hands to massage his balls.

I stroked him with the other hand, and sucked his cock up and down. He was moaning loudly and grabbing my head to guide me. I was so turned on that I gave him the best blowjob anyone could give a guy. And, I gave him eye contact while doing it. He could see the lust in my eyes. He then said "I have to fuck you. I want my cock in your pussy asshole. Lay down on the couch and give your ass to me." I immediately obeyed and stuck my ass up in air toward him as if saying "fuck me"

He was enjoying our little game and he started sliding his cock up and down between my ass cheeks. He was making me want it. Then he said in a teasing way "Tell me what you want."

I said "I need your cock inside me. Put your dick in my pussy asshole and fuck me very sensually. I need you to fuck me."

It was exactly what he wanted to hear. He separated my asscheeks and slowly slid inside.

His cock felt so good. He was just the right size for me - 6 inches, cut, and not very thick. Loved every moment of this. I moaned and said "mmmmmm" a lot. I then said "that's it, fuck my pussy asshole. I am your little slut boy."

My comment about sent him over the edge, as he was throbbing in my asshole. I could feel his throbbing as he slowed down his sliding in and out so that he could make this last. Neither of us had ever done this before, so I knew we wouldn't last long. Something new like this is too exciting. I kept thinking "Gosh, I will let this guy fuck me anytime he wants. He is such a turn on to me, and I love his cock. It is a perfect fit. This does not hurt at all. It feels wonderful in my ass."

David last maybe 3-4 minutes then just before he was about to cum, he pulled out and said "turn over" then he squirted cum onto my face. I opened my mouth and caught some of it. He saw me doing that and shoved the cock inside to let the rest of the cum squirt directly in my mouth. I cleaned his cock really well, as I tried to get all of his cum inside my mouth. When he slowed down the pace, I licked the tip of his cock to get the last little bit. Then I opened my mouth up and showed him all of his cum. Then I looked into his eyes and swallowed it.

He then went down on my cock to finish me off. I hadn't cum yet, but I was close. He fingerfucked me while sucking me off. Then let me squirt into his mouth. He did the same as me, held my cum in his mouth to show me afterwards. Then, he swallowed it all.

we both admitted it was the hottest sexual experiences of our lives. We stayed naked for a couple of hours, then I headed home.

Can't wait to see what happens next time...

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