I had caught an earlier train, but had been unable to get a decent signal to let her know. I did know she was staying on at the house, and hoped she would be pleased to see me.

I got the taxi home, and on arrival saw the downstairs lights were off. I opened the door, and walked in. I was unsure whether she was working in the office on her school project with the CD headset on, and I was about to sit and get a drink, and my strength before I went to see my girl.

Just then the decision was made for me as I heard Emma call out from the bedroom she now considered as hers "Is that you Steve? “ I’m through here,"

I thought I heard some highly pitched giggling, but assumed that the bedside TV was on.

I went upstairs walked over to the office; put my brief noticing on the way two empty Pepsi cans, and my open bottle of vodka lying on the office table. Emma had previously had a couple of vodka’s, but not anything to worry about.

Then I went to the bedroom, and what I saw made me stop in my tracks.

“Hi Steve. Good trip?” she said, “Oh, this is my friend Kayleigh, from the college.”

I had heard Emma mention her friend Kayleigh before. The girl was studying fine art, and wanted to paint, or do graphic design. In addition, right now I saw Kayleigh for the first time, and wow. She was tall, and with a fuller figure than Emma.
But more importantly Kayleigh was lying back against the pillows of her bed as naked as the day she was born, her eyes shut, with her legs raised and spread wide open and Emma was kneeling between them with her cute little bum towards me, also naked, urgently thrusting a pink plastic dildo in and out of Kayleigh's swollen, soaking pussy.
“ Whoa!!!" was the only thing I could manage to say as I saw in real life a scene very like the ones I had imagined many times as I masturbated silently on his own. Emma turned her beautiful face towards me raised an eyebrow and smiled. A slightly drunk smile, but a very welcoming smile. I grinned back. "Hey!!!" I said.
Kayleigh looked up at me now and said, "Come on over Steve. We decided we needed a man and you’re the only one so it's your lucky day."

“Yeah," continued Emma, "you've made a few comments in the past about wanting to meet Kayleigh, so we thought we'd let you see the real thing." Emma had stopped moving the dildo now and slowly with a wet squelching sound she pulled it out of Kayleigh's soaking cunt, lifted it to her face and, still looking at me, licked it from bottom to top then slipped the end that had so recently been deep in her friend's body into her mouth to suck off as much of Kayleigh's juices as she could.

I looked from this over to between Kayleigh's splayed thighs and felt myself quickly harden as I gazed at her sopping slit, surrounded by dark wet matted curls and still slightly open revealing the shiny darkness of her insides. Taking the, now clean, dildo from her mouth Emma gestured for me to come towards her.

When I reached her, she reached up and started tugging at my belt.
I quickly helped Emma get my trousers down as my cock was so hard things were getting uncomfortable. I gasped at the touch of Emma's fingers as she slipped them through the flap at the front and the tips playfully nudged and stroked my cock. Kayleigh, however, was in more of a hurry and her long hair swayed over her face as she leant forward and snatched at the waist band pulling it out over the end of my knob and quickly dragging the boxer shorts to my ankles. She then gripped my cock tightly in her small hand and leaning back pulled along the side of the bed until my waist was level with her head. Then took the silky tip of the now rock hard member into her soft, warm mouth.

"I must have died and gone to heaven," I said to no-one in particular as I felt my hardness engulfed in liquid heat. Emma smiled at me before lowering her face to Kayleigh's cunt. As I watched, Emma flicked out her tongue and licked gently up the whole length of Kayleigh's cunt causing her friend to shudder with pleasure. In her turn Kayleigh started to caress the tip of my prick, still within her mouth, with her tongue and then started to slide her head back and forth along its rigid length.
I put my hands around the back of Kayleigh's head entwining fingers in her long hair as she sucked and licked the swollen prick. It was all too much for me. I had fantasised so many times about Emma and her friends and now it was coming true. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on, as the heat sight of Emma’s good friend Kayleigh's head bobbing up and down at my waist. She was taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth and soon I felt the exquisite tightness of her throat rubbing against my knob, as her face reached almost the base of my cock. Kayleigh was trying hard to stop herself from gagging. "Oh God, I'm going to cum".
With that Emma lifted her head from between Kayleigh's thighs and turned to watch as with one last thrust I sent his first glorious spurt of thick sperm straight down Kayleigh's throat.

I then pulled quickly out of her mouth and as Kayleigh turned her lovely face up to look at me, I sent another spurt flying across her face and into her hair. Emma's eyes were out on stalks as she watched me squirt four more great dollops of sticky white cum onto her friend's upturned face, splashing across her nose and lips and pooling at her eyes and cheeks.

"What a lot!" she cried and quickly leapt over and started to kiss and lick up the warm offering from Kayleigh's drenched face. After the cum was all sucked off, Kayleigh opened her eyes and Emma let her taste the salty mouthful by giving her a deep lingering kiss that soon led to the naked girls writhing about on the bed in a passionate embrace. As I relaxed and stepped away from the bed, Kayleigh broke her kiss with Emma, looked up at me and slightly breathlessly said, "I hope you don't think that's you finished yet?"
But seeing the girls bodies sliding against each other, Kayleigh's large breasts squeezed against Emma's smaller but firmer ones, their legs entwined and their crotches rubbing hard against each others thighs was more than enough to start me on the road to recovery. As they broke their deep tongued embrace and rolled over to lie beside one another, I moved over and sat down on the edge of the bed, my erection jutting up again proudly. I stared in awe at the two delicious bodies before me. Emma's slight frame and narrow hips, firm small breasts and a clean shaven slit that looked out invitingly from between smooth pale thighs. Her hair framing her fine features and bright blue eyes in contrast with the longer tousled hair of Kayleigh with her voluptuous body and more Mediterranean features. Her olive nipples were stiff and excited and within a dark bush of hair at her crotch I could just see the swollen red lips of her sex.
As I stared, Emma pulled Kayleigh's legs wide apart to allow me a better view. She was plainly the one in charge. No surprise there, I thought. Kayleigh lay still as Emma used her fingers to spread the wet pussy lips for me, allowing him to see the dark depths of her hole and the hooded clitoris erect and red. "After covering Kayleigh's face with your cream like that I think you should repay the favour and get your head down to her now, don't you?"

"As if I could refuse a request from a beautiful lady," I replied as lay down on the bed and lowered my face to her hot cunt. The taste and aroma were overpowering and I wallowed in the sensation as I flicked my tongue slowly up and down her sopping slit. Kayleigh began moaning and rubbing herself. Then I felt the bed move as Emma climbed astride my bum and lay herself down along my back, slightly off centre so she could grind her hairless pussy against my hairy ass, and at the same time nibble my neck and get a good view of how my tongue was now flicking her best friend’s clitoris.
This was driving Kayleigh mad and she was obviously nearing her climax as I enjoyed the heat and weight of Emma's body on my back and felt her hand stroke then snake down into my cleft until her fingertip touched my asshole. I tried to keep concentration on Kayleigh's clit as one of Emma's fingers circled around and gently probed my asshole. Emma was enjoying my confusion and watched as I shut

my eyes and groaned as she pushed her finger and it forced itself past my tight sphincter and up into my anus. As I had stopped licking her Kayleigh pulled at my head making me slide up her body. Emma got off my back but kept her finger deep up inside my bowels as I positioned myself between Kayleigh's glorious thighs. It was Emma who grasped my cock and placed it at Kayleigh's entrance. Then I pushed down slightly and was inside.
It was even better than I had dreamt, not least because I also had the beautiful Emma kneeling naked beside me with her finger deep in my ass and watching intently as my penis slid wetly in and out of her friends slit.
Kayleigh was also staring, swapping her glances between the stiff prick ploughing in and out of her and Emma's smooth white cunt when she saw Emma cup her sex with her hand, push two fingers up her smooth channel and start pistoning them in and out. This was enough to send Kayleigh over the edge and she howled as her orgasm crashed over her, her cunt spasming around my hard thrusting cock. As the torrent of emotion subsided a little she pushed me back a bit forcing me to stop my headlong rush to explosion and then pulled herself free. Emma now knelt on all fours with her legs together and Kayleigh pushed me around behind her. I had not been far from cumming again and when I saw Emma's sweet smooth peach pushing out from between her pale thighs, I straddled her legs and pushed the head of my prick against it. It opened like a flower allowing me slowly deep inside her.
She was even tighter than Kayleigh and her hot sheath gripped like velvet vice as I started to push and pull within her, savouring the exquisite friction and the sight of my hard cock slipping between her soft lips.

In a moment though Kayleigh moved beside them and from a small bottle poured some sweet smelling oil onto her hand. She then reached in front of me and started to rub the oil around Emma's exposed anus. Soon she was slipping first one then two of her fingers through the tight opening and up into her friend's asshole eliciting groans of pleasure and making Emma's cunt clench even tighter around my rod. Kayleigh then started to massage my cock from within Emma's body, through the thin veil of skin between them. I had never experienced anything like it and felt a second orgasm building, but then Kayleigh reached down and gripped my cock pulling it from her friend’s hole and lifting it till it rested against the puckered rose above. "I know she really loves this Steve," she assured me.

Who was I to argue? I did know.
“Go on," said Emma breathlessly and she pushed herself back against me. Kayleigh wrapped her fingers tightly around my cock and it was all I could do to stop myself coming all over the beautiful round ass in front of me. I pushed firmly at Emma's bum hole. It would not budge so I pushed harder and she pushed back against me and I saw the puckered entrance open around the shiny head of his prick. I pushed further and as Emma let out a groan as my cock head popped inside. Kayleigh now let go and as I thrust gently back and forward, she both watched as his hard length slowly pushed its way inside.
Emma was groaning now, whether with pleasure or pain or both it was impossible to tell, but the incredible tightness helped restrain my climax while the heat forced me to keep thrusting. Soon my thighs were close up to hers fully buried up to the hilt deep inside raven haired Emma's tight anus. I gripped her small firm bum and started to fuck her ass. In and out, harder and deeper, harder and deeper, in and out,almost right out then slamming my cock hard back up between her smooth round cheeks. I knew it would not take long to cum now.
Emma too was near to climax as she felt the intrusion pounding in and out past her tight sphincter. Kayleigh had moved round and now Emma found Kayleigh's soaking cunt before her. She buried her face into her friend’s hairy gash, licking and sucking and loosing herself in all the sensations as she was rammed up her anus from behind and drowned in cunt juice at the front. As she exploded in orgasm I also lost control and while hammering in and out of Emma's tight asshole I shot jet after jet of hot sperm deep into her bowels.
We both collapsed exhausted onto the bed, still on top of Emma, my cock still inside her ass and we all lay there catching their breath. As I softened I pulled myself out of Emma's sweet bum and watched as her soft asshole clenched tight shut.

I watched as Emma and Kayleigh softly stroked each others little wet cunts.

How the hell do I explain this to Sarah if she ever finds out, I wondered as we all drifted off to sleep together.

But will Sarah find out…Who Knows? Let me know. Stb6060@aol.com

 

So I bravely approached the bar to grab a drink, and headed towards her, but immediately backed down and turned back to my friend who had a "What the fuck are you doing" face. I was nervous, my heart was racing and I didn't know how to act.  All of a sudden I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn around and staring at me, smiling brightly is the most beautiful gothic girl I've ever seen. 5'5, dark blood red hair, pale white skin and the right shade of black lipstick, of course dressed in all black, black boots, black fishnet shirt with black shirt underneath, and the black schoolgirl skirt, gave me a major hard on. She actually approached me first!

"Hey whats up?" she says

At this point I'm like lost, but I mustered up enough courage to say something to her.

"Hey how's it goin?" I say.

She looks at me with the most beautiful green eyes in the world and says.

"I'm great. By the way, I'm Alexandra, what's your name cutie?" she asks

"Uhh..my name is Kevin." I say nervously.

"Nice to meet you Kevin, you wanna go somewhere else and talk?" She asks as she grabs my hand.

"Sure."

She takes my hand and leads me outside the club. We stand by the wall, and converse for a half hour at least. The rain had stopped, which was alright with me, I could care less, I was with the hottest girl I've ever laid eyes on. As I got to know her more, she told me she was born in Germany, but came here at a really young age, so the German accent was still there a little bit, which made it more hot. We laughed, and talked for at least 2 hours before the lightning and storm decided to come back. She asked me if I would drive her to her apartment, cause she didn't want to walk in the rain, which I said absolutely. We ran to my car and no sooner than we got in the car, she was all over me. She didn't say it right away, but I could feel it. She ran her fingers through my hair, causing me to shiver, to which she moved closer and "warmed" me up by running her lips lightly around my neck, which gave me a raging hard on, which she noticed, and giggled happily. I was embarrassed slightly, but what could I do? What could I say? I'm not gonna say no to this hot girl.

She stopped and asked if I had a girlfriend, she didn't want to cause anything. I said "No, I'm single" and she smiled happily as she ran her hand on the back of my neck, lightly dragging her nails back and forth, at this point I havn't even started the car yet, but I was freezing so I turned the car on and hit the heater.

"Well babe I guess we should go back to my apartment, would you like to watch a movie or something?" she asks.

"Uhh sure, any scary movies?" I ask

"Ohhhhh yessss." She says as she wraps her arms around me and kisses me on the cheek.

Her apartment was about 15 minutes away so I put on my Type O Negative CD, which she loved, eventually I think it was turning her on because I looked at her and she would look right back at me with lust in her eyes. We arrive at her apartment and we walk in, and her apartment was beautiful, a nice black leather couch, nice tv too. She throws her leather jacket in the closet and comes over to me and takes my black trench coat off, and leads me to the couch. My heart was racing again, but the mood was perfect. She starts to light several candles, and with the storm coming in, it was perfect. She loaded up a movie and walked over to me, immediately straddled me and locked her lips to mine, her tongue ring rubbing against my tongue turned me on quickly, my raging hard on came back, she kept working on my neck, kissing it lightly, and nibbling here and there, which turned me on even more. She then looked at me and whispered "You can trust me." I didn't care, but I trusted her, I could feel it. She slid her fishnet shirt off which revealed her tight black t-shirt. She grabbed both my hands, guiding them on her hips, she then slid her black shirt of to reveal her beautiful round breasts which were so perfect, I wanted to touch them right away, which she let me.

Running my hands up her sides, she lead them right to her two beautiful breasts, I squeeze them softly as she closes her eyes with her head back and lets out a soft moan. She then got up and slowly removed her skirt to reveal her black panties that matched her boots, her lips, her hair. She then took my shirt off of me, and kissed all over my neck, my chest area. I'm still having a raging hard on at this point. She noticed, and grabbed my junk and massaged it. She knew I wanted it, and she did too. Slowly she undid my belt and threw it across the room, she continued to unbutton my jeans and slowly unzipped them.

Unfortunately, my quandary continues…

The question is this: Do I go to the state fair this weekend with Julia, the woman who is basically my sister-in-law, and who I’ve had the hots for for the last several years (and who I think has the hots for me too)? And if I do, do I make a mess out of everything – meaning, am I reading into her invitation what I think I am, and do I act on it? Or, am I just a complete and total idiot who’s thinking with his dick?

Decisions, decisions.

Now, the invitation may be very innocent. Realistically, I know it probably is, and that I’m just a big, over-sexed dork. I’ve been pondering the repercussions of tagging along for the last week; ever since Julia sent me the email reminding me about the fair and asking me to go with her because her husband (herein known as ‘Hubby’) won’t. Hubby and my girlfriend Diana – his sister – both seem okay with the idea of Julia and I spending the day – and possibly night – together, alone and unsupervised.

If you read part one of this story, you’ll understand my issues. If not…well, let’s just say that Julia and I have a history of some uncomfortable/embarrassing situations together. Little things scattered here and there over the years. Stuff that’s never amounted to anything, really.

Or maybe I’m wrong.

 

I’ll let you read part one and decide for yourself if I’m just reading things badly, because my cell phone’s ringing, and I should probably answer it.

The caller-I.D. says it’s Julia.

Looks like I might have to give her an answer without the benefit of your help.

***

Well, she asked me again. Sounded all excited; gushed on and on about how much fun we were going to have. I might have smiled.

I said yes. That I’d love to go.

She said she’d pick me up tomorrow, right at noon.

I said I’d be here waiting. Then I hung up and called Diana to let her know and felt guilty during the entire call, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

***

When I woke up at nine, Diana had already left for work. I took a quick run, stretched, ate a banana and a bowl of granola, loaded up on my allergy medicine and jumped in the shower. Soaped up, rinsed, and dried off with minutes to spare. The sun was shining and it was already warm out, so I pulled on a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt, packed a day bag with some warmer clothes, and by the time I finished, the doorbell was ringing. I slipped into a worn-out pair of cracked leather hiking boots, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs.

I found Julia with her hands up, pressed against the glass panel of my front door to cut the glare from the sun, peering into the dark house. When she saw me come down the stairs, she grinned and waved. She was totally Gap-ed out: wearing a pale blue, fitted, button-down blouse over a white v-neck t-shirt; the blouse open down just past swell of her breasts and tucked into a tight pair of new khaki walking shorts. Her legs were shaved smooth and still tanned a golden brown from the anniversary vacation she and Hubby had taken to Hawaii a few months ago. Her weight was slightly on the upswing – her breasts were enormous and wobbled as she waved. The sight of her tits bouncing around in all their cannon-ball sized glory made my mouth go dry; dry enough that I had to lick my lips to get the moisture flowing again.

I cleared my throat, waved back and unlocked the door. Opened it and let her in.

She took off her silver-framed racing sunglasses, folded them and tucked them between her breasts. My eyes followed her hand, lingered on the glasses. Vaguely, the Little Devil that lives in my head informed me how lucky they were to be able to rest there. My Little Angel reluctantly agreed.

Julia caught me looking. Smiled. “Hey,” she said, eyeing my pack. “Ready to go?”

“Yep.” I tore my eyes away from her cleavage. “Just let me find my cell phone and my…uh, my sunglasses.”

“Okay.”

She followed me into the dining room (the scene of our last – and my most embarrassing encounter, when she and my mother in law had walked in on me one morning while I was jacking off at the dining room table), stretching as she walked.

“I already packed lunch and stuff for us. You don’t have to bring anything.”

“Really?” I mumbled, and unplugged my cell phone from its charger, and tucked it away in its own little pouch on my bags’ strap. I patted the pouch to make sure everything was secure, and found my sunglasses under the pile of junk mail scattered on the tabletop.

“Um-hmm.”

“I didn’t even think about food, just brought some warmer clothes, in case…” I turned around in time to catch Julia with her elbows up over her head, bent at an angle with her forearms wrapped down behind her neck, still stretching.

Pushing her chest out at me.

Her blouse and t-shirt came un-tucked, pulled slightly out of the waistband of her shorts. Flashed her tan belly, her tiny little waist. I trailed off, stared. She threw a sly, flirtatious grin at me. I blinked and had to lick my lips again.

“Oh, okay.” She yawned and jingled her keys. “Ready?”

“Sure,” I said, thickly. “Let’s go.”

                                

I followed Julia out and locked up. She was parked right at the front curb. She bweeped her new gold Land Rover unlocked. I tossed my bag in the backseat next to hers, and we piled in and buckled up. The soft leather seats crinkled under us as we got comfy. She stuck the key in the ignition and fired the SUV up, turned to me and gave me another grin.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

I nodded as the climate control came on, blasting us with cool air. The stereo blipped on too, something loud blasting out of the speakers. Alannis Morrisette, I think. She turned it down low enough that we could talk without shouting.

“Me too,” I said.

She smiled, pulled out into the street. “Really?”

“Sure.”

“You’re not just being nice, and going with me because no one else would?”

I raised my eyebrow in best Spock fashion. “Why would I do that?”

She shrugged, slipped back on her sunglasses. I found mine and followed her lead: it was bright enough out that I’d have a nice headache later if I didn’t.

“I don’t know, just…,” she frowned, looked kind of sheepish. I decided to pry a bit.

“Just what?”

“Greg and Diana thought it was funny.”

Ah, Greg. Otherwise known as Hubby.

I tried to sound flippant. “Funny, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I want to go.” I turned, gave her my honest eyes. “It sounds fun.”

She turned to me and smiled. “And there’ll be barbecue.”

Our own private joke.

“Ah, God. That’s right. That’s how you got me to come along.”

Julia grinned and checked her rearview mirror, signaled to get on the freeway. When she turned her head, I took the chance to really look her over. She had settled easily back in her seat, used her right hand to steer the big SUV with. The smooth, round muscles in her legs tightened and relaxed as she drove. She was wearing expensive new sneakers with no socks; a delicate, golden ankle bracelet dangling around her right ankle. Her seatbelt was strapped across the middle of her chest, crossing right between her breasts, defining them; making them seem even larger. I could see the outline of her bra through her t-shirt; it looked white and lacy. Nice.

With the air-conditioning on full blast, it was quickly getting cold in the car. Her nipples poked out through the thin material of her blouse.

I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and turned my attention to the road in front of us. The fairgrounds were a couple hours away, even if we had light traffic. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember ever spending more than a few minutes alone with Julia, ever; in all the years we’d known each other. What the hell were we going to talk about?

It was going to be a long drive.

***

We stopped once for gas, at a dilapidated quickie-mart/burger-chicken-and jo-jo joint. Julia asked the scrubby guy in battered overalls who came out to pump our gas where the restroom was. He dug a grimy key out of his pocket, grunted, and pointed to a door on the side of the building.

“Be right back,” she said, and gingerly took the key from his grease covered fingers.

I went inside to pay. A cowbell jangled when I opened the door. The clerk barely even looked up, all his attention riveted on a video security monitor set on top of the cluttered counter. I poked around the store for a minute and found a couple bottles of water, which were the only items other than beer that didn’t look too out of date.

It took the clerk a second to divert his attention from the monitor when I plopped the bottles on the counter. He snuffled snot and pinched the tip of his zit-infested nose with grimy fingers. Punched a button on the old manual cash register twice. “That’ll be two-ninety-eight.”

I dug out my wallet. “What’cha watching?”

His eyes went wide and he snuffled more snot and glanced down at the monitor, then over at the door. I noticed a dusty VCR tucked into a cubby hole under the counter, right under the monitor. The machine was on and recording.

He looked nervous, antsy that somebody was talking to him. “Nothin’.”

“Aw, C’mon, don’t be like that…” I tried to peek, but he had the monitor turned away at an angle, so I could just see a blur of motion on the black and white screen. The screen was sectioned off into four separate feeds and looked live, piped in from somewhere, but not from the store.

The clerk leaned over the counter, peered out at the guy pumping the gas. I caught a whiff of bad B.O. “Okay, here.” He gave me a conspiratorial wink, turned the monitor my way. “Check it out man.”

I squinted and leaned over the counter, wondering for a second what I was looking at. Then my mouth fell open.

“We got some hidden cameras set up in the bathroom. Here, there’s sound, too.” He touched a dial on the monitor. And suddenly I was listening to and watching Julia sit and pee, from four distinct angles.

I looked up at the clerk. He grinned at me and nodded. He was missing his front teeth. Most of the others, too. “Pretty cool, huh?”

It took me a second to answer. I just couldn’t stop staring. Julia finished peeing, and I watched her wipe. I tried to scope out where the cameras were placed: I figured there was one hidden in the wall above the sink, probably hidden behind the mirror; there was one mounted in the middle of the ceiling; and another one right behind the toilet, about waist-high. And the crowning achievement: one camera planted right inside the toilet bowl – giving us a bird’s-eye view right up Julia’s naked butt.

“Uh…yeah.” I mumbled, and glanced at the VCR. “You record this stuff?”

“Yeah, well…” He looked uncomfortable again, as if he knew this could get him in deep shit, but he couldn’t help but show off. “Just the girls. Y’know, the cute ones. No dudes.”

Julia stood up, completely unaware of the cameras, her shorts and panties down around her ankles. Shades of me at my dining room table. I caught a quick glimpse of her pubic hair as she pulled up her panties. Lacy and white – her panties, I mean – matching her bra. Her pubic hair just looked light and gray in the monitor.

I heard the clerk sigh happily. I felt something stirring, down south in my pants. Julia flushed and stepped to the sink, washed her hands.

“Nice, huh?” He asked.

I raised both my eyebrows. “Yeah, I guess. Just try not to get caught.”

“Yeah, no kiddin’.” He nodded and carefully turned the monitor away. “Anyway, the water’ll be three bucks.”

The cowbell jangled and the gas-jockey poked his head in. “Y’all done in here? Tank’s filled up and yer girl’s back from the toilet.”

I smiled at the clerk, nodded at the monitor, and pulled out a fifty. “I’ll pay for the gas she bought too.”

The clerk gulped. I actually heard it. “Uh, okay…” he half turned to the gas-guy. “What pump was that Mel?”

“Three.”

The cowbell clanked again. Mel’s head disappeared from view. The clerk pinched his nose and rang me up. “Uh, that’ll be Forty-four-oh-five, with the gas.”

“Holy shit, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, then he leaned closer. I smelled more B.O. He jerked his eyeballs towards the security monitor and practically whispered, “Hey man, uh, was that your wife in the john, or whatever? I mean, shit, I didn’t…”

“Nope. Don’t worry about it.” I handed over the bill and a nickel. He shrugged again, confused, and gave me some crumpled singles back. I slapped them back down on the counter and pointed at the VCR. “Keep it. Consider it a tip. Enjoy that video, okay?”

He paused, confused. “Yeah, uh, okay.”

I turned to go.

He scooped up his money, shouted after me, “Hey! Have a nice day, mister!”

***

I found Julia leaning on the Land Rover’s fender, one foot up on the bumper, letting the sun shine down on her upturned face. She gave me a slow, lazy wave and peeled away from the warm car.

“What took you so long, Cowboy?”

“Cowboy?”

She grinned, and I handed her one of the bottles.

“Mmm, thanks.” She cracked the seal and took a sip. “Yeah, Cowboy. We are going to the state fair, you know, to check out the horses and stuff.”

“Oh, right. Horses. Cowboy. I get it.”

She gave me a pat on the shoulder and scooted by me, skipped around the front of the SUV to the drivers’ side. I felt her touch all the way down into my already excited crotch. Standing a few feet away from me, the scrubby guy who’d pumped our gas spit a hunk of green tobacco juice onto the pavement and watched Julia’s ass until she’d walked all the way around to her door. She opened her door, I pulled open mine. We jumped inside.

“So,” she said, clicking her seatbelt back into place. “What took you so long?”

“Ah, well, the guy inside…was telling me about his…home movies. I guess we had something in common.”

“Huh. Interesting stuff?”

“You’d be surprised,” I said, and shut my door.

Julia started the SUV. I rolled down my window. The clerk had joined the gas-guy by the pumps, and they were both staring after us. The clerk was sporting a fair-sized boner in his coveralls as we drove off.

***

It was well after two in the afternoon when we finally pulled into the fairgrounds’ jam-packed parking lot. It took forever, but we finally found a spot open way in the back of the lot. Julia was muttering to herself during the entire ten-minute hunt.

She gave a frustrated sigh. “Doesn’t anybody work anymore? And look at all these kids. Shouldn’t they be in school?”

I laughed and looked around at a sea of wooly-mustached men with big belt buckles riding their Wrangler jeans, cowboy hats on their heads; chubby women with puffy hair, fake tits and tight acid-wash jeans; and the kids running around with filthy, snot-covered faces.

“Hey, it’s redneck land, remember? I don’t think any of these people went to school.”

We stepped out of the Land Rover into the crowd, got our bags and strapped them on. I took a big, deep breath, expecting to smell the fresh country air people are always talking about. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that fresh country air smelled a whole lot like ripe cow shit.

Give me some nice fresh smog anytime.

However, to my surprise, I did notice a lot of nice new BMW’s and Lexus’s and a bundle of big, expensive SUV’s mixed in with the standard jacked up trucks.

Julia stepped around to my side of the Land Rover and we made our way into the flow of the lemmings. The smell of cow shit got stronger the closer we got to the entry. When we reached the line at the main gate, we had a small tiff over who was going to pay for our tickets. Julia put her foot down.

“No way. I invited you, remember? And you already paid for gas. That probably cost a bunch.” She pulled my hand away from my wallet and pushed in front of me. The ladies working the booth looked on, bemused. “This is my treat.”

I knew when I was beaten. I held up my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.”

Julia smiled triumphantly. “Two adults.”

The lady at the register held out a hand. “Fifty seven dollars please.”

Wow, I thought. Sixty bucks to smell fresh cow poop.

Julia didn’t seem to bat an eye. She just forked over the money and grabbed the tickets. Then she took me by the arm and led me through the turnstile, where a weathered-old geezer ripped our tickets, and into the fair.

At least, I think she did. All I was aware of at that point was her arm twined in mine, and the press of her warm body against me. Giddy and stupid, sprouting a sudden boner that was so hard and throbbed so badly it hurt like hell.

I hate to say it, but I spent most of the afternoon like that.

***

We’d come all this way to see the horses, not smell the cow shit. I found this out right away. Julia told me that she’d grown up on a farm, raising and riding the big animals since she was a little girl. She talked as we walked, giving me the fine points on raising show horses. I think I already knew most of what she was telling me from conversations with Diana, who grew up much the same way. And, also like my conversations with Diana, all the information on the subject blew out of my head as soon as it went in.

 We wandered around the straw-strewn cement paths, moving with the flow of the crowd, pausing now and then at little booths hawking crummy doodads and dodging dirty kids with cotton candy smeared faces, until we found an auction going on.

We stopped to watch for a bit.

“Did you ever ride?” Julia asked.

“Not really. Well, once, when I was a kid, on a vacation with my folks. We stopped at some place on the coast and went riding for maybe an hour or so.”

“Did you like it?”

I shrugged. “Kind of, I guess. All I really remember is that my horse just wanted to eat and kept drifting off into the bushes.”

“You’re supposed to control that.”

“Yeah, well. I figured the horse knew what it was doing.”

“Ah, my little Cowboy.”

She smiled wistfully. Crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned on the wood railing separating the auction crowd under their canvas awning from the pathways. We were quiet for a minute. I watched her watch the animals, thinking, ‘My little Cowboy’?

“Do you miss it?” I asked. “Being a farm girl?”

“Sometimes.”

Another quiet spell. Before it got uncomfortable, Julia looked up at me. “Did Diana tell you that Greg and I were going to try and have another baby?”

“Uh, no,” I blinked. “I don’t think so.”

She turned her attention back to the auction. Quiet again. I wondered where that comment came from, and how the hell I supposed to respond. I cleared my throat.

“So…three, huh?”

Julia nodded. Watched a chestnut colored horse nicker and snort. The horse pee’d in the straw, its huge shlong flopping. I stared. “Suddenly, I feel a little inadequate.

Julia laughed at me, then got serious again. “I told Greg I wanted to get a dog.”

Okay, now I was getting confused. So…

“A…dog.” I was really lost. “I…”

“Uh-huh.” She made a face. “For the kids. They’ve wanted one forever. But Greg hates dogs. He said he’d rather have another baby. And he was ready for me to have my tubes tied after we had Ronnie.”

I had absolutely no idea what to say. So I said, “Oh. So you’re saying her really doesn’t want to get a dog.”

“Mm.”

“But…” Tentative, here. “You’re going to have another kid instead.

“Mm-hmm.”

That seemed to answer that. I watched her chew on her lip. “So…do you want more kids?”

She took a minute to answer. “I don’t know. I…sometimes I have a hard time with being a mom.”

“I can imagine…”

“I had a really bad pregnancy with Ronnie. And after, too.” She hugged herself tighter. “I got really depressed. Greg and I almost separated.”

Diana had told me all this, in confidence. I wasn’t supposed to know.

“We’re okay now,” she continued, “at least, I’m okay. More or less. We’re still working on things.”

I knew what that was like.

Julia looked up, searched my face. Blurted, “Why haven’t you married Diana?”

“What?”

“Do you love her?” Julia turned slightly. Shifted closer. “You’ve almost been together as long as me and Greg. Why haven’t you gotten married?”

“Um. Well…”

“Greg told me that Marlene offered to pay for your wedding and your honeymoon if you did.”

Ah, yes. Marlene and her good intentions. What a god-awful no-win situation that had been.

“Yeah, she did.”

“But you didn’t.”

I shook my head. “No, we didn’t.”

“Why?”

I sighed, exasperated. “Julia…”

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” I was getting grumpy. “Good.”

She changed the subject. “Are you hungry?”

I hadn’t eaten anything since my bowl of granola that morning. My stomach was doing flip-flops. That was probably what was making me cranky. Low blood sugar.

“Oh, yeah.”

***

We paid another ten bucks to enter a beer garden. For our ten dollars, we got a pair of red tickets – scrip – to use for one drink each. I got a foamy, lukewarm cup half full of dark ale and Julia got a small cup of hard lemonade.

The lady who served our drinks pointed at me, then at Julia. “Hey, are you two related?”

“Uh,” I glanced at Julia. “No…”

“Wow. You really look a lot alike, like you could be twins, almost.”

Julia’s head jerked back half an inch. “We do?

The woman nodded sagely. She reached out and patted the back of Julia’s hand. “Oh, honey, yes you do. Mary!” She called to her partner, busy ringing up the customers at the end of the line. “Look at these two and tell me they aren’t brother and sister.”

Mary pushed her bifocals back up her nose and examined us. “Yep. You’re right Deb.” She pointed at Julia, then at me, twirling her finger in a circle. “It’s right there in the noses and the eyes.”

“Honey, I am never wrong about these things.” I handed Mary our scrip as Deb leaned over the canvas covered table. “I’ll bet a dollar to donuts you kids are tryin’ to spoof us. You here with the rest of your families?”

I looked around, whispered. “Actually, Deb, you’re right. We are brother and sister…But we have kind of a…” I trailed off.

“Kind of what?”

I glanced at Julia, who was staring at me. I gave her a quick grin.

“We have a little secret.”

“Oh! Really! What kind of…secret?”

“Well…”

Deb’s sweaty face flushed pink with the prospect of being let in on our big secret. I lowered my voice even more.

“Now, this is just between you and me, Okay?” She nodded gravely. I motioned her even closer, and then blurted in a loud enough for everyone around us to hear, “We’re also having a passionate, torrid affair.”

                               

Deb’s eyes popped open, horrified and scandalized. I took my plastic cup full of warm foam and held my finger up to my lips. “Shhhh…”

I hooked my arm around Julia’s waist and whisked her off into the crowd. Leaving Deb behind, sputtering in indignation. “Well I never…”

Julia covered her mouth with her hand. Her shoulders were shaking, trying hard not to laugh. I took a sip of my drink and licked away the foam mustache. Julia grinned up at me. “That wasn’t very nice.”

A few steps into the crowd, I reluctantly let go of her waist. “Yeah, well. Nobody ever said I was a very nice guy.”

We made our way to an empty, shaded picnic bench off in a corner of the tent, as far away from Deb as we could get. We sat and I helped Julia unpacked her bag. We pulled out a ton of food. Almost enough to feed almost everyone in the beer garden.

“I made sandwiches and potato salad.”

“Wow.”

Julia grinned and gave me a turkey and cheese sandwich wrapped in wax paper. I un-wrapped it and took a bite. Rolled my eyes back into my head and made a yummy sound.

“Mmm. That’s good.”

She opened a small container of the salad and pushed it towards me. Handed me a white plastic spoon. “Here, try some of this.”

I took a bite. Manic-depressive or not, the girl could cook. I know it was only potato salad, but it tasted like heaven. We ate in a companionable silence for few minutes. Just the sound of our chewing and my yummy sounds. I finished my sandwich and crumpled the wax paper into a ball, shot it into a wastebasket.

I cheered for myself. “Score!”

Julia giggled, reached over and wiped my cheek with her paper napkin. She pulled away, looking sheepish.

“Thanks mom.” I said.

She pointed at my lip. “You…had some mustard, right there…” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Mustard can leave a nasty stain.”

“Mm.”

“So…” Julia picked at the yellow blob on her napkin. “Have you ever…ever had a mad, passionate affair?”

“What?”

“You know,” she cocked her head Deb’s way.

“Oh, you mean a passionate, torrid affair,” I corrected her. Trying to gauge where this was going.

“Right. Sorry.”

She stared at me, and kept nervously playing with the napkin.

I blinked first. “Seriously?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You mean…while I’ve been with Diana?”

“Well, yeah. Or…any at all, I guess.” She shrugged.

“Julia…why? Have you?”

She glanced away, tore tiny shreds of paper that blew away. “No.”

“You sure?”

“Mm.” She nodded, glanced back at me. “But…”

“But?”

She cocked her head again, stared at her hands, then at me. “There was a guy who I thought…you know…that maybe I could’ve. If things had been…different.”

My head was spinning. “Julia…”

She pushed away from the table and started cleaning up. We’d been sitting for longer than I thought. The warm sunlight around us was slowly turning a dull gray and the air was cooling; the shadows growing longer in the grass around the edge of the tent’s rigging.

Julia threw away the garbage and strapped on her pack. Took a quick, sharp breath, and tried a smile. “C’mon, Cowboy. Let’s go have a ride on the Ferris wheel.”

***

I stared up at the giant wheel spinning above my head. The sky was a deep shade of purple, and it was dark enough now that I couldn’t make out the people in the top seats, except for some tiny, dangling legs. Julia was buying more scrip for the rides.

“Oh. Shit,” I said.

“What?”

I was getting dizzy just standing there. “Jule, I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“You’re telling me that my big, strong Cowboy is afraid of heights?”

All around us, kids were squealing, being spun and dipped and flung around in the dilapidated looking rides. Guys that looked like escaped mental patients and ex-dock workers ignored the cries, hawking cheesy prizes that were probably worth less than the price of a ticket to play whatever the game was. Creepy loud organ music blared from speakers mounted on wooden poles everywhere. Lights began flickering on. I could faintly hear a live band playing some twangy country song off in the distance.

“Uh, no. But…”

“But what?”

“Does this thing look safe to you? I mean…”

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into line. I followed her reluctantly, but that warm tingle was back, sending vibrations from her fingertips down my arm and into my crotch. The line wasn’t long; Julia handed our Carny/ex-con two of the red tickets and whispered something to him that I didn’t catch.

He chomped on the stump of a cigar and grinned at me, then ushered us onto a thin wooden seat, leering down at Julia’s tits as she scooted by him. I was more than a little surprised he didn’t help Julia up with a hand on her ass. Instead, he simply watched us buckle in and then pushed a slim metal bar down in front of our waists until it locked. The paint on the wheel and the seats was dull white, trimmed with gold and red, and flaking off.

“Have a nice ride, boys and girls!” He smacked a lever, and we scooted backwards off the platform. A second later, and my feet were dangling into space. A cool breeze blew the smell of buttered popcorn and cow poop our way as we lifted into the air.

Julia leaned back and closed her eyes, content. The stupid seat rocked and tilted. The ground was already far enough away that I couldn’t jump for it without breaking something important. She seemed fine; I thought I was going to puke.

“Hey Cowboy,” Julia reached over and patted my leg. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I said.

Her hand stayed on my thigh. “Sure?”

I nodded tightly. “Yep.”

She sighed and wiggled her butt. The stupid seat wiggled and creaked. “You know, I had my first kiss at a fair.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” She snuggled up and leaned her head on my shoulder. “On a Ferris wheel.”

That peculiar burning sensation flooded through me again. “Oh…well. Huh.”

Julia smiled and snuggled even closer, pushed her hand down between my legs. She gave the inside of my thigh a gentle squeeze, and I felt her breast press softly against my arm. We reached the apex of our climb, and the fairgrounds spread out underneath us, lit up and sparkling like a jewel in the twilight.

The mechanism controlling the wheel suddenly bucked and clanked and groaned, and the wheel stopped turning, with our little carriage rocking right at the top. I think I saw Julia hide a grin.

“Well, look at that,” she whispered in my ear. “Maybe we’re stuck.”

“You’re kidding, right.”

She laughed and unbuckled her safety belt. Her hand slowly moved up the inside of my thigh. I jumped. The damn seat rocked violently until I settled down. Her hand stopped moving.

Now it was resting on my crotch.

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was doing, to tell her to put her safety belt back on, that she could fall and get smooshed, or whatever. And then she jumped me.

***

It took me a second to realize her tongue was already in my mouth. She’d pushed hard against me, one arm wrapped around my neck and her hand playing with my hair while she kissed me; all the while gently rubbing my crotch with her other hand.

My mouth felt like it was on fire.

And my crotch…

I was awkwardly pinned against the thin wooden slats that were the side of our carriage. She’d practically crawled right into my lap. The hand that was insistently massaging my cock stopped for a second and fumbled around until it found mine. She pressed my hand hard against her belly and slowly pushed it upwards, guiding it to her breast.

Her shirt came un-tucked. I touched warm, smooth flesh and heard a low, animal growl come from deep in Julia’s throat. My hand finally began to move on its own and found her breast, cupped in a sheer lace bra. Her nipple poked into my palm, and I gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, God…” She pulled away from me, panting, and went to work on my zipper. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you forever…”

I didn’t fight her. Julia’s hands reached into my shorts and pulled me out. She stroked me until I was nice and hard, smiling a mischievous little smile. Her eyes were wide and luminous in the dark.

“W-what…?

She bent and kissed the tip of my cock, poking well up past my belly button. “I was just thinking…you don’t have to worry about the horse’s dick.”

“Oh, well, that’s good. Julia, I…ahhhh…”

She slipped the head of my cock into her silky, wet mouth, and I almost screamed. The carriage did a little jig as she slowly took me in, wiggling her body even closer to me, slurping greedily. She paused with her lips halfway down my shaft, tickling me with her tongue, and then eased down on me, letting me slip the rest of the way into her mouth, deep into her throat. She pulled back slowly and pushed her fingertips down into my shorts; lightly stroked my balls with her fingernails.

The carriage squeaked as she worked me. I tried to relax, but the tension from knowing I was maybe just a loose, rusty bolt away from death wouldn’t let me.

Still, it barely took a minute before my orgasm boiled up and over. I could’ve sworn I shot a garden-hose full of come into her mouth. I thought she was going to suck me inside out, and my balls kept on pumping. Energizer balls.

Eventually, I slumped back onto the wood slats, drained. Julia sat up, braced her hands on my chest and tilted her head back. She swallowed hard a couple times, licked her lips, and then laughed and collapsed against my chest.

“Shit, Julia,” I groaned.

“Did you like that, Cowboy?”

“Ah, fuck. Yeah.”

She relaxed, snuggled close. Put a hand on my chest. “So…I guess we finally cheated.”

I nodded slowly. “I guess so.”

She toyed with my shrinking cock. The Ferris wheel’s motor clanked and we lurched forward. I was too wiped to care. Julia tucked me back into my underwear and tried to zip me up one-handed. It wasn’t working.

“Why don’t we just leave everything like this,” She giggled. “I like it.”

I laughed with her. She tilted her head up.

“You remember that morning when I…”

“Walked in on me?”

“Mm. In your dining room.”

I felt my face flush. “Yep.”

“God.” She kissed the soft spot under my chin. “I wanted you so bad that day.”

Her blouse was open, rustling in the breeze, and her t-shirt was stuck up over her tits. I pulled it back into place. The wheel stopped again, with a crunch of gears. Below us, the Carnie/ex-con was letting people off. 

“Uh, really?”

Sometimes I amaze myself with how stupid I can be. Julia hooked one of her legs over mine. I felt the warmth in her crotch burn into the top of my thigh. The carriage rocked us gently.

“I emailed you all my fantasies of you bending me over your table, and you taking me from behind. Remember?”

I nodded. Diana had read those emails.

Julia looked up at me again. Put a cool hand on my flushed cheek. I wondered how it could have felt so hot before, but now so sweet. “I liked sending you those.”

My tongue felt swollen, stuck to the roof of my mouth. “I liked them too.”

“You know, I used to sneak into the bathroom after Greg went to bed and play with myself; thinking about you reading my stories.”

Oh, I said. Huh. Suddenly my entire vocabulary had reduced into a series of primeval, one-syllable grunts.

The wheel groaned again, and we lowered a few more feet before coming to another bouncing stop.

“Do you think Diana figured it out?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. At least, she came pretty close. She teased me a lot about this trip.”

“She did?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I don’t think Greg has any idea.”

Gears shifted. We dropped again, getting closer to the crowd waiting in line below. I shifted and adjusted my junk so I could zip up. Julia sat up straight and slipped back into her safety belt. She held my hand as we spiraled the rest of the way down.

***

The Carny/ex-con was still chewing the stubby cigar butt when we jerked to a final stop. He popped the bar off our laps and let us out. He gave me a wink when I passed.

“Come on, boys and girls! Nothing to be afraid of here! Just good, clean fun on the Ferris wheel…!”

***

We meandered around for a while longer, clinging together. The reality of the blow job Julia had given me was already fading like an old memory, the only reminder a slight dampness in my shorts, and that lingering, tingling buzz that had settled in my gut.

She led me out of the maze of tents and stalls, towards the amphitheater, and the loud country twang emanating from within. Streams of guys in cowboy hats and their dates filed towards the gates. Julia tugged on my arm.

“Let’s go in!”

“You like country music?” I wondered.

She shook her head. “Hate it. I just don’t want to leave yet. And this way I can call home and have an excuse for being late.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Another forty or fifty bucks later, we were inside, leaning against a tent post and sharing a beer. A few beers and a lot of bad songs about cheating wives, broke-down trucks and runaway dogs later, Julia was pressed into me with her arms wrapped tight around my neck. She wiggled her ass in time to the music, digging it into my crotch; and damn it if my little friend didn’t just perk right up again. I don’t know how long we spent like that, but the band was coming out for its encore when we stumbled back out into the deserted night.

We headed towards the parking lot, along with a few other stragglers. The cleanup crew was out, sweeping up junk, replacing the trash bags in the garbage containers. I was so light-headed I could barely walk, but I knew I wasn’t drunk.

Halfway down an ill-lit path, Julia swerved and pulled me into a tent that had been closed down for the night. We snuck through an opening in the flap and found ourselves right where we’d watched the horse auction earlier that afternoon.

She came to me in a rush. My blood was already pounding, and this time I kissed her back hard, crushing her soft lips with mine. We kissed and eventually came up for air; our hands moving and squeezing and probing; until her nimble fingers found my zipper and unbuttoned my shorts. They fell in a heap on the ground. Our packs followed, and I yanked open her blouse, popping buttons, and practically tore off her t-shirt, giving me my first good view of her lacy white bra. In the feeble light, I could just make out the dark, circular outlines of her nipples through the sheer silk. I ran my hands over her breasts lightly, gently caressing, marveling at how heavy and full they were.

Her nipples pricked my palms, and I bent slightly and bit down, tasting her through the silk lace, feeling the rubbery tip of her nipple harden in my teeth.

Julia was gasping, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. I raised my arms over my head, heard her sigh as she pulled it up and off. She pushed me away and pulled my underpants down in a rush. I sprang out, my dick already hard and throbbing. She quickly unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall, then turned away from me and bent over, pulling her lacy panties down to her ankles. She kicked them away, spread her legs and offered herself to me.

I looked down on her mindlessly, like an animal in heat. My cock was twitching, aching and red, engorged with blood. It pulled me toward her, like it was alive.

Julia reached around and grabbed me. Guided me to her most private spot. I groaned as the head of my cock brushed her soft, blonde thatch of pubic hair and slipped easily past her pussy lips. She grabbed hold of the wood railing to brace herself, and I pushed hard with my hips. She was burning so hot that entering her was almost painful; but she was also deliciously, slippery wet, and it seemed that her body sucked me inside her.

I shoved until I was completely buried; then I bent and rested on her back so I could run my hands freely over her entire body. I reached up, snapped her bra apart where the cups met and let her breasts hang free. I reached a hand down between her legs and found her pussy lips, spread them apart and fingered her sharp little clit. She moaned and jerked at my probing fingers.

I nuzzled her neck and whispered roughly into her ear: “Now it’s your turn.”

Julia was already gasping small, quiet cries; her hips were jerking and her legs were beginning to tremble. I reached around her belly and caught a heavy breast in my free hand, and then I held on for dear life.

***

We emerged from the tent not long after, dazed and rumpled and satisfied. Julia clung to me, her head on my shoulder and arm around my waist, her hip bumping into mine as we walked. We made our way to the main concourse and joined a small knot of people being ushered out by the event security staff. The parking lot was practically empty. When we got back to the car, it was well past midnight.

“It’s late.” She said. “Think we should call home and then go find a hotel?”

I grinned. “Sure.”

“Here.” She tossed me her keys. “I’ll call, you drive.”

“You okay?”

“My legs are…a little wobbly.”

I grinned some more. I unlocked the Land Rover and we piled in. Julia found her cell phone and called home. Woke up Greg and told him our plan. She turned her face slightly away from me and lowered her voice to a murmur. Rested her forehead on the window. Spoke softly for a bit, and then she wished him good night.

I did the same thing with Diana, more or less. Then I stuck the key in the ignition, started the ‘Rover and followed the last of the cars out of the lot.

***

I woke up early the next morning, naked, sprawled out on a damp mattress in a cheap hotel room. The old alarm clock on the nightstand next to me said it was just after six a.m. Julia was lying in the crook of my arm with the rumpled bed sheet tangled in her legs, breathing softly through her open mouth. Our clothes were scattered around the room, on tables, chairs – mostly on the floor. The air-conditioning was off and the room was already getting warm.

I eased my arm out from under her head, felt the pins and needles as my circulation slowly returned. I grimaced and rubbed the pain away. Julia mumbled something and scooted into the warm spot on my side. She rolled over and latched onto my pillow, dragged it under her chin and got comfy again. I watched her for a moment, admiring her lush, muscular curves, the sharply defined tan lines around her hips and over her breasts.

The pungent smell of our sex hung in the air like a fog.

Something Swan had said a long time ago popped into my head: Always get the proof, or no one will ever believe you. I stood and rooted in my pack until I found my cell phone. I turned on the camera feature and snapped a few rather intimate pictures, photos that I’m sure neither Diana or Greg would have approved of. I typed out a text message, attached the best of the pictures, and messaged the whole bundle to Swan. He messaged back while I was sitting on the john. Wrote:  Damn! Get that girl to sign a voucher and film something! We can use this shit!   - S

Julia was still asleep. I deleted the photos and the message, then took a quick shower to wash away the previous days’ sweaty funk and dried spunk. I dressed in my clean change of clothes, grabbed the key card and ran downstairs to a twenty-four hour deli. The fat, bald guy planted on a stool behind the counter was more interested in the rancid hot dog he was stuffing his face with than the security monitor. I guess there wasn’t anybody in this bathroom worth looking at.

I bought some fresh fruit, pastries, and a couple cold bottles of water, and ran back to our room. I tossed the key card on the small table by the window.

While I was gone, Julia had pulled the sheet up around her chest and was lying curled up on her side. I jumped on the bed and kissed her bare shoulder, worked my way up her neck to her earlobe, nibbled gently. She moaned, rolled over and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Hi,” I said, and kissed her, lightly working my way around the hollow of her neck. She tilted her head and purred.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“Breakfast?”

“Mmmnn.” She smiled and let the sheet fall to her waist. “Not yet…”

She reached out for me, pulling at my clothes. I threw the sheet out of our way and forgot about breakfast.

***

Our trip together ended Saturday, right about noon, when Julia eased the Land Rover to a stop at the curb back in front of my house. A sprinkler was on, swirling rainbows of water onto our lawn. Diana’s Subaru was parked in our driveway, the engine ticking.

We sat in the car for a bit with the windows cracked, quiet, letting the breeze cool us. Eventually Julia sighed.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask for a goodbye kiss,” she said, eyeing the cooling Subaru.

“Might not be the best idea.”

The front door opened. Diana stepped onto the porch and waved. I smiled. Julia smiled. We were all waving. Uncomfortably. It seemed like we’d been gone for months, instead of only a day.

My arm was already bored with the waving. “Time to go.”

I grabbed my pack and slipped out of the ‘Rover, felt grass crush under my feet. A few of my neighbors were out in the sunshine, tending to their already perfect lawns for the first time that spring. The growl of lawnmowers and the sweet smell of cut grass permeated the air.

I shut the car door and took a deep breath, thinking that this was how the country should’ve smelled like...

Then I sneezed. Diana and Julia both laughed, and knew I was home.

***

Well. There you have it. The entire, uncensored story.

That was the last time I saw Julia for several weeks. We both got busy with the usual life type stuff. Swan and I got a sweet offer to make a film from someone we’d bits and pieces of work for. A real movie – not a bad porno or cheesy television commercial or cable thing, but a real motion picture, produced with real Hollywood money, shot on location in Los Angeles.

And instead of getting that dog her kids wanted, Julia missed her period. We weren’t able to spend much time together, after that.

Now Swan and I are living in L.A. full time. The movie is in the can, and now we’re in the editing process, working to finish for a spring release. Diana and I broke it off a few months ago. The stress and anxiety of trying to keep a long distance relationship going made the situation impossible, and she was settled back home, just didn’t want to make the move.

So here I am, a little more than nine months later, single for the first time in years, albeit finally gainfully employed, at least for the time being. Sitting at the kitchen table in our shared apartment in Venice, eating a quick lunch and checking out an email that Julia just sent me.

Looking at pictures of her bouncing new baby boy.

Julia says that everyone thinks the baby looks just like her. Maybe so. It sure doesn’t look anything like Greg.

Julia’s folks bought a sailboat and moved to Marina Del Ray not too long ago. In her email she says that she’s making plans to come and visit them with the baby, and she was wondering if it would be okay if she dropped by for a couple days while she was here…

Well.

I haven’t answered her yet.

Now, this didn’t seem to work real well the last time I tried it. But why don’t we put this to a vote? Let me know what you think I should do, folks; if I should ask her to come, or not. And maybe we’ll talk some more, later.

~ Dev

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            I opened the door and standing in front of me was a woman that looked like a pornstar. God was she hot! She was about 5’7” and had the most beautiful 36c breasts I’ve ever seen. She wore a tight white shirt and a miniskirt and high heels, with hoop earrings. Obviously she knew my parents weren’t going to be home otherwise, they probably would have kicked her out.

            “Uh... hi.” Was all I could manage.

            “Hi! Chris, right? My name’s Megan. Nice to meet you!” She flashed me a gorgeous smile and walked in.

            “Nice to meet you too...” I mumbled. I shut the door behind her and followed her in. She dropped her purse on the table and sat down on the couch.

            “What do you want to do?” she asked.

            “I dunno. We can watch TV I guess.”

            “Okay!” She grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. Immediately the TV went to the last channel I had been watching, American Idol. She began flipping through the channels and landed on some random TV show that I don’t even remember the name of. It had this guy and this girl walking through the words looking for someone. I sat down next to her and we just watched TV. In a couple of minutes I had almost forgotten about her until the guy and girl in the show tripped and fell onto each other. They started kissing and then tearing off each other’s clothes. Within minutes they were having sex. Apparently, without knowing it, Megan had switched to a porn channel. I kept watching, not even attempting to hide the raging 9-inch boner that was creating a tent in my pants. I took a glance over at Megan and saw her breathing shallowly and trying to restrain from sticking her hand between her legs which were spread.

            I looked away but too late she saw my looking at her wet crotch. She blushed and said “Sorry, but I guess I can’t help human nature haha. And obviously you can’t either,” she said with a wink.

            “Oh... yeah... I’m going to uh... go to the bathroom.” I said. I needed to jack-off. Badly.

            “You going to take care of that?” she said, motioning to my hardon.

            “Um... I... I guess.” I turned and walked quickly away up to my room. I grabbed the lotion from under my bed and started masturbating furiously. I was so into it that I didn’t hear her come up the stairs until she was in my room and I opened my eyes.

            “Shit!” I yelled.

            “Sorry, I thought you were done.” Was all she said. But she didn’t leave. In fact, she came inside. “Chris?”

            “What?” I asked, getting under the covers.

            “I’m still really horny.”

“Uh... huh?” I was dumbfounded. This most gorgeous, blonde, 25 year old girl was telling me she was horny.

“I want your cock.” Well that’s blunt. She ripped the covers off and jumped onto the bed. She wiped off the remaining lotion with the sheets and immdediately put her lips over my dick. She was sucking like a pro, using her tounge to nearly wrap it around every inch of my dick. She did short and fast, and then deep throat and slow. It must have been 60 seconds and I was ready to blow my load. She started sucking hard and fast and I groaned as I shot burst after burst into her mouth. She swallowed it all and cleaned me up. She seductively backed off the bed and started to undress slowly in front of me, giving me time to recover. By the time she was naked, my dick was full erect and hard again. She came over to me and we kissed passionately, her tongue and mine flicking the insides of each others mouth. She pressed her clean pussy up against my crotch and grinded it into her clit. She groaned with pleasure and I could begin to feel her juices on my leg.

I pushed her back and spread her legs.

“You want this?” I asked, as I put the head of my dick right at her pussy lips.

She responded by shoving her hips into me and thus shoving nearly all my 9 inches into her. She groaned with ecstasy and I began pumping in and out of her.

“Oh god... Oh Chris! Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! OH GOD! FUCK! Oh fuck yeah! Oh god harder harder!” She had the sexiest sex noises. Every cry drive me wild. “Chris! I’m going to cum! Cum in me! Chris cum in me!” I didn’t care. All sense of reality was lost. I was taking this girl right now. She started to climax and the minute her already tight pussy started to tighten, I felt that tingling sensation. I pumped harder and faster and moaned with ecstasy as shot after shot of sperm emptied into her. As they hit her, they seemed to drive her wild as she bucked her hips and practically screamed through her orgasm. When we were done, we fell asleep, with me still in her.

I woke up slowly, barely remembering what had happened. I look up and standing there in the doorway is my mother. Shit!

“I hope you got good sleep pumpkin. Because now it’s my turn.” She said as she started pulling down her skirt.

            I live alone now, my girlfriend moved out about a month ago.  It wasn’t much of a relationship.  I guess we just didn’t love each other enough to keep going.  I wasn’t too sad to see her go.  I walked into the kitchen to put away my glass.  I was looking out of the window I have above the sink.  Suddenly I got that feeling that I was being watched.  The hairs on my neck went up.  I looked around outside, but all I saw were the trees being swayed by the wind.  I went up stairs to get ready for bed, trying to escape that eerie feeling.  It was going to be a long day tomorrow and I wasn’t look forward to it.  I walk to my bathroom forgetting about what I felt downstairs, replacing it with the loathing I had for tomorrow.  I turned on there water in the shower and walked back to the mirror, shedding my robe and hanging it on the hook.  I studied myself.  I had taken up running again, trying to get back in shape, and it was paying off.  I had just about got my six-pack back.  I smiled to myself, satisfied.  The water had warmed up by the time I had finished brushing my teeth. I finish my shower, toweled off and went strait to bed.  It wasn’t long before I was asleep; it had been a long day. 

            I awoke.  I blinked at my clock trying to focus my eyes.  12:33.  I’ve only been asleep an hour.  My stomach tightened.  There was someone in my room with me.  I turned and saw a small outline.  The person was thin, about five feet ten inches tall.  They were standing their watching me at the foot of my bed. 

            “Who are you!?” I shouted. Without waiting for a response I reached quickly for my pistol that I kept in the night sand beside my bed.  A hand stopped mine.  How did she move that fast.  Now that she was closer I could see that it was in fact a girl, a beautiful girl.  She couldn’t have been older than her early twenties.  She had long jet black hair that reached the top of her back.  Her eyes were some wonderful shade of green that looked like they were on fire. She had a great body, and her grip was surprisingly strong.  My heart was pounding.  At first I was scarred to see someone sneak into my room but now it was pounding because of something else.  A million questions ran through my head. Who was she?  Why was she here?  How did she get in?  What was she doing?  What did she plan on doing with me?  I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers, it was like I was in a trance.  Her grip loosened and I made no attempt to get my gun.  Her right hand moved around and caressed the back of my head.  Her touch electrified me.  She brought my head close to hers, and we kissed, deeply and passionately.  I couldn’t think strait enough to question it.  I just soaked it all up.  Our tongues danced in each others mouths as she pushed me down on my bed.  She straddled me and began to rub my cock through the sheets.  I was hard as a rock now.  She moved her hand underneath the sheets and started pumping me.  I removed her skin tight top she had been wearing.  She hadn’t been wearing any bra under her top.  I began to caress her breast with both hands she moaned softly into my mouth.  She took off her bottom and I threw away my covers.  We embraced, it felt so good just touching her.  Our lips locked again, and with her right hand she took my cock and guided me in her. She threw her head back and moaned as she took me all in. Her pussy was so tight and wet with her juices.  She began to bounce up and down, fucking me faster and faster.  She rubbed and squeezed her tits as she fucked, moaning and screaming.  I rolled her to her back and began pounding her with everything I had.

            “Oh, YES! Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!”  I was completely enthralled with her.  She arched her back suddenly and I felt all her muscles tense as she screamed with orgasmic pleasure.  Then she wrapped her arms around my back, her nails dug deep into my back.  It hurt, but I could care less at that point.  She threw herself into my thrusts, matching my pace, and she began moaning more and more.  I knew she was close and I was too.  I started fucking her faster and even harder.  Her moans turned to screams again and I found myself screaming as well.  At first I thought to pull out, but she pulled me in with her powerful legs.  I came inside her.  Load after load was shot into her vagina, and I just kept cumming.  Finally I was out.  I sat there on my knees trying to catch my breath, watching this beautiful vixen lying there panting.  Her breasts moving up and down as she breathed.  I leaned forward and our lips met again in a fiery passionate kiss.  I realized my back was bleeding from her clawing.  I was growing tired suddenly, too tired. I broke the kiss to say something but all I could do was catch my breath.  She began to kiss and bite my neck, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain, and then, nothing…