Sex in the Sky

“This story is a figment of my imagination. It has been dancing in my mind for too long and I finally decided to write it down. Hope it serves as a good read.”

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Episode 2

“Steve.” Aiden whispered to the sleeping form. “Hey buddy, get up.”

Steve rolled towards one side and half opened his eyes to see who was disturbing him.

“Hey C’mon, let’s play some tennis.”

“What’s the time?” Steve inquired groggily.

“It’s 5:40.”

“And it’s Sunday morning right?”

“Yeah, so do you wanna play?”

Steve opened his eyes fully. Aiden was never one to get up early on Sundays. He shot up and sat vertical with a jerk.

“Ok, let’s go!”

Aiden hurriedly got up and started to assemble his tennis gear. Yesterday he had returned back to the frat rooms after 1 O’ clock and had hardly had four hours of sleep. Yet remembering Will and the kiss, he hardly felt tired. In fact he felt all pepped up and like a hot fudge sundae with nuts. The world seemed like an awesome place to live in. But Aiden reminded not to get his hopes up to high. “Will might never call me again, and it’s not like I have any contact number of his.” Aiden would have to try and keep his exuberance under control or severe disappointment could be heading his way.

Aiden looked towards Jason’s side of the room. Jason was snoring slightly but his lips were shaped into a slight smile Seems like Jason had had a great time with Aditi too.

Three sets of tennis later an exhausted Steve called it a game and slumped down on the benches adjacent to the courts. Aiden was still prancing about not a bit debilitated. Steve had managed to beat him 2-1 but Aiden had almost beaten him in the last set losing 5-7. This was the farthest he had ever come in a tennis contest with Steve.

“So where did you suddenly get all this energy from?” Steve had a questioning look on his face.

“Don’t know man.” Aiden replied though he possessed some inkling where it all came from. It was the newness of discovering someone. The newness of being enamored by someone who was so out of league, but yet seemed very interested in you.

Aiden made his way towards where Steve had settled down, still swinging his racket and practicing his strokes till he too flopped down beside Steve.

“So how did it go yesterday night with Jason and that Indian chick and all?”

“Oh it went pretty well,” Aiden replied still smiling at the events of the day before.

“Jason handled himself well with a girl around?”

“Yeah, although with a little help from me and Tinka, but I think he managed well on his own too.”

Steve gazed at Aiden who knew that Steve already understood that there was more to tell about the previous day’s events. Aiden cleared his throat.

“I sorta… um, met someone myself yesterday.”

“Some guy?” Aiden was uncomfortable once more. What was it about Steve that could put him at unease so easily when it came to this topic. He was usually never unnerved about his sexuality when it came into light.

“Yeah, his name’s Will Black. He’s 27 years old.” Aiden knew that this was all the information Steve would want from him. “And he’s a social worker who runs a retirement home.” Aiden quickly added the last bit as if it compensated for his apparently aberrant tastes in men.

“Cool.” That was all Steve replied. Aiden surmised that since Steve knew he had slept in the frat the night before, he would reckon that this was something better off than a one night stand. Somehow Aiden felt like he had passed a test.

“I’ll go get some water,” Steve stated as he rose up and walked towards the filters. Aiden sort of wished that he could make Steve meet Will. He was sure that anyone would be impressed by his personable self and he would get to show him off a little or something like that. Will was such am awesome person. His face, his eyes, his body, his personality, his manner; his overall bearing. “I just hope I am not a charity case that he had decided to please for an evening or so,” Aiden was trying to calm himself. He wished he could talk to Will again, but then stealing a glance at his watch he realized that Will most certainly would not be awake at 7:30 in the morning on a Sunday.

Just then his cell phone buzzed on the bench beside him. Aiden lifted the set not recognizing the number.

“Hello?”

“Yeah Hi,” replied a voice from the other side. Aiden at once knew who it was.

“Will, is that you?”

“Yup, Will here.”

“Shit! I was just thinking about you!”

“I know!” replied a cheeky voice from the other end.

“So you’re awake so early on a Sunday morning?”

“Yeah, awake and thinking about you!” Aiden blushed thankful that Will would at least not be able to see his crimson face.

“Listen,” Will stated, “Hey how about meeting up and going bowling or something?”

Aiden had hardly ever bowled in is life before. He knew he would probably find the sport interesting if someone would just push him a little into it.

“Bowling, er, yeah why not?”

“Cool, can I meet you at 8:30 at the same coffee shop then? We’ll grab a bite to eat and then head towards the alleys. The bowling alley opens at 9 o’ clock”

“Fine by me.”

“Ok, meet you there then.”

“Ok.”

There was a pause on the other side before Will’s voice stated, “I’m really looking forward to meeting you.”

Aiden face was positively roseate by now, the smile on his face bigger wider had been in a long time.

“Bye.” The phone clicked. Aiden kissed his phone and leaped up in the air with joy screaming “Yesssss!”

An amused Steve was staring at the bouncing form of Aiden. Aiden immediately stopped hopping when he saw Steve staring at him.

“Err, that was Will, the guy I told you about.”

“I guessed as much.” Steve replied grinning. “C’mon, let’s get back to the room.” Aiden followed Steve out of the courts.

“And stop grinning so much. You’re beaming like a house on fire!”

~~~

Old wooden floor boards creaked as a large Doberman padded across the room and settled down for a nap. It knew its master would not be back for quite some time from now. It shut its eyes and slowly drifted off into doggie dreamland. Suddenly its ears twitched as something awakened it from its vigilant slumber. The large canine opened its eyes and suddenly shot up. It stared into the atmosphere before it and let out a guttural noise. The air ahead of it started to slowly deform and turned turbid. The turbidity got more and more intense until it exploded in white fumes. Another powerful perpetual had just entered the material plane.

White’s unclothed human form emerged from the white vapors. White looked down at his nude form. He would need to have garments to mingle with the humans and find the alchemist. Then he looked around at his surroundings.

Had that much changed since he had last been here? The last time he was here, these coordinates comprised of a deserted location. Now he was apparently in someone’s home as he looked down at his canine friend growling at him, its mouth showing pointed white teeth. Suddenly the animal balked and fled yelping.

White smiled and spread out both his arms in a crucifixion pose and spoke out. “Assorted Ability 4; Fabric Habiliment.”

Rings of white and azure lights appeared around both his wrists. The rings moved towards each other, expanding and contracting in shape as they hovered above the muscles beneath them, leaving cloth in their wake. They reached till his biceps on either side and then suddenly frittered away. White stared at the cloth that covered his alms halfway up to the biceps. He had just entered the material plane and it would be some time before his abilities recovered. He firmly held his alms perpendicular to his body, concentrated within himself and repeated, “Assorted Ability 4; Fabric habiliment.”

The rings of light appeared again and started their motion along his alms. They covered the muscles in his alms and moved towards the torso and neck, slowly floating over the ridges and contours on his abdomen and the taut and varied muscles on his back leaving a trail of cloth along. They moved across his nether regions and then to the doughty pillars that were his legs. Completing the entire path along his impressive frame, they reached his ankles, and then slowly dissipated, their task complete.

White now had to search for the alchemist. He brought his palms together in front of his chest, holding them about a quarter feet apart. “Ability of the Light 84; Quarry Seek.” A narrow beam of laser-like white light emerged from his chest and pointed towards the South West, continuing through the walls of the house. This light would lead him to the Alchemist. White walked over to the door and exited the apartment. He wondered what he would say to the alchemist once he met him.

~~~

Aiden was happy. Happier than he had been in a long time. He sat grinning opposite Will who was grinning back at him. Aiden had gone bowling with Will, almost a first for Aiden; he had never formally bowled in his life before, just accompanied friends who bowled and Will had given him a time to remember. The two sat outside the bowling lanes, Aiden holding his arm which seemed to be burning now that he had given it so much strain; tennis in the morning and now this.

“What? Why are you smiling?” inquired Will.

“What me? And what about you? You’re grinning too!”

“Well, let’s just say I found your bowling abilities exceptional!” Will was referring to Aiden’s bowling ‘techniques’, and in particular to the time when he had tried to get Aiden to improve his stance. Aiden, totally enraptured in the ‘I-am-gonna-knock-all-those-pins-down-with-this-strike’ mood had stepped forward and swung the bowling ball with force. The next moment Aiden slipped and crashed down to the floor beneath skidding to where the ball ought to have gone while the ball went flying two lanes to the left. Fortunately no one was hurt, except Aiden’s pride that is. Will soon resolved his pride issues with a smile.

Aiden showed his tongue to Will and stated with a mock frown on his face, “If you’re referring to the incident where I goofed up and slipped, it’s not my fault that they tell you to take of your shoes outside and play only in your socks.”

“They never told you to wear your socks and play! You should have taken them off too!” Will was guffawing by the time he finished. Aiden glared at him angrily.

“Yeah yeah, whatever!”

“Seriously! You should have seen yourself! I still don’t understand how you ended up in the lane and not the ball!”

“Ok, ok, I get the idea.”

Will continued laughing. Aiden was still staring at him thinking he looked so beautiful when he laughed. Then he decided the guy was so damn good-looking that he would look drop dead gorgeous even in a bloated fancy-dress frog rubber costume.

Will finally stopped laughing. “So, you wanna hit the video-game arcades?”

Aiden just looked at Will for a moment thinking wasn’t this 27 year old dude a bit too old for video games?

“What, you think I’m too old for video games?” Black was reading Aiden’s thoughts and had been doing it since morning when they met.

“No!” said Aiden forcefully surprising even himself. “Let’ go to the arcades!”

At that moment Aiden’s phone buzzed. He looked at the phone screen. It was Tinka. Aiden answered the call.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Don’t act all ignorant with me!” she yelled before he could get in one more word. “What happened with that Will dude yesterday night? I want all the minutest details.”

“Hey, Tinks. Sorry, can’t talk right now, will call you later.” Aiden was eager to put down the phone. Tinka apparently had other plans.

“Can’t talk? Omigod! You’re still with him aren’t you?”

“Not still,” he stated looking at Will, thinking his cryptic way of talking would not allow Will to understand that he was being talked about. Little did he know otherwise.

“You met up with him again today?” an incredulous Tinka asked.

“Yes.” Aiden answered, “Ok now bye, gotta go!”

“Wait you moron… did you or did you not sleep with him?”

“No!” Aiden replied haughtily. Will was still standing in front of him, patiently tapping his foot.

“Ok, go for now, but you better have time to tell me everything later!”

“Sure, bye!” Aiden clicked off the phone and looked apologetically at Will for keeping him waiting so long.

“It’s the girl from yesterday, Tinka right?” Will enquired.

Aiden looked at him dumbfounded. “How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess!”

“Yeah it was her. She was asking about how things went between, err, with us yesterday.” Aiden admitted sheepishly.

“And you never told her things were rocking?!” Will was looking at Aiden indignantly.

“Oops!”

“Well anyway, let’s head to the arcade!”

Aiden followed Will wondering what the hell he had done to deserve such a person. He hoped it was real. That their friendship or relationship or whatever this was, was real. Then he tugged at his cargos to make himself comfortable. They were Steve’s cargos. He had been exasperated in the morning after getting Will’s call to meet up for bowling. “What the hell should I wear?” he had lamented. Bowling meant casuals and his favorite cargo’s were in the wash. He had borrowed Steve’s good pair but Steve was a size smaller than him. He was sure these cargos would leave marks and grooves along his waist.

Will on the other hand, Aiden observed, was dressed smartly in black denim cargos and a green turtleneck shirt. “He looks gorgeous” Aiden had thought many times. Even as Will had been bowling his turns and Aiden had wistfully admired his posterior. Apparently the girls in the neighboring lane had noticed him too, and were clapping and applauding whenever Will bowled. But they had all suddenly disappeared when Aiden had started finding them irritating and things were perfect after that.

50 minutes of frenzied video-gaming later, Will lead Aiden to a burger joint. The pair ordered their meals. Will haggled with Aiden for paying for his meal but Aiden declined it like always. The two settled down with their meals.

“So, what’s the plan after this?” Will asked raising his eyebrows.

Aiden instantly thought about all the work he had lined up for the day. And he thought about how Will could just goof off like this when he must be having tonnes of work and all, but then he surmised that since it was a Sunday, he was probably relaxing and enjoying. Before Aiden could come up with an answer, Will interjected.

“I have some work to be done during the day, but I’m free in the evening. I would love for you to come and see the retirement home.”

Aiden was pleased. He would have time for his academic duties as well. This guy was just too perfect.

“Ok, so what time should I come?”

“No, I’ll pick you up around 6:30. That fine with you?”

“Won’t that be a little too late in the evening or something?”

“No, no. It will be perfect. It’s a retirement home; it’s not like the people are in a hurry to go somewhere.”

“Ok then, 6:30 is perfect.”

“And we’ll go someplace for dinner after that. And I will be paying for the both of us.”

Aiden gestured at him helplessly but before he could say anything else Will interjected once again.

“We’re just going for pizza cause I got free coupons!” Will held out a pair of coupons in his hand, rubbing them against one another.

“All right then.” Aiden finally relented. “That means I have breakfast, lunch and dinner with you today!”

“Yup, and I am really sorry I can’t spend any more time with you.” Will smiled as he said this.

Inside, Black seethed at the amount of effort he had already put into this endeavor. He was surely fucking the alchemist tonight, and hopefully his mission would be complete.

~~~

Aiden looked at the address that Tinka had given him, The number on the building stated that it was the one she had asked him to go to, but where was the optician shop she had referred him to. All he saw was a shop with a small sign saying “Horoscopus. Fortune Telling.” Aiden made a weird face thinking of the lack of taste with the jarring black and red colors used in the signboard and strained his eyes to read the finer print under the main title. ‘Future predicted for lowest prices.’

Aiden looked around helplessly. This was certainly not the place to consult an optometrist. Was Tinka getting exacting revenge for the toothpaste biscuits prank by sending him to a bogus location? Just then he looked up. There it was; ‘Optical Palace’. This was the place Tinka had asked him to visit. “Cheesy names around here,” Aiden thought to himself.

Aiden had decided that he had had enough of his bespectacled look and would try wearing contact lenses for a while. “I can always revert back to my glasses if I don’t find lenses any good,” he had reasoned. Aiden climbed up the narrow spiral steps leading up to the shop and entered it. “Okay Aiden,” he said to himself, “Time for a new you!”

8 feet below Aiden’s feet, a petit Japanese lady was having great trouble entertaining a customer. The irate patron was annoyed as the fortune telling Japanese lady had been telling him to hold on for she was facing some psychic disturbances. After 10 minutes of petulant waiting, the customer stomped off cursing why he had ever come here in the first place. The Japanese lady was still trying to figure out what was wrong with the 12 sided dodecagon shape board she used to predict her patrons’ fortunes. She knew she was not very good at fortune telling; she would never be as good as her mother had been at it. But right now something was wrong and she could hardly understand it. Suddenly she saw a vision in the crystal placed at the centre. A vision of a strapping young man who was the devil. And a vision of a boy who would be used to serve the devil’s purposes.

Aiden’s nearby presence had triggered this reaction though he and the Oriental lady would never know that. The fortune teller was witnessing the most vivid vision of her life. It worried her and made her sick to the stomach to look at the consequences of the devil’s deed.

~~~

Aiden stole a glance at his watch as he reached the main entrance of his college. It was 6:26 PM. Will had said he would pick him up from the main gate. Aiden made his way towards the granite benched to settle down and wait.

Just then a black sleek car drove up and halted beside Aiden. Aiden raised his eye brows staring at the streamlined body of the car. Yup, it was a Lamborghini though Aiden had no idea which one. Who the hell was driving this beauty?

As if on cue, the door of the car disengaged from its position and rose up. Will sat in the driver’s seat in a tight red T shirt that showed off his perfect body. He was wearing glares that made him look super hot to Aiden.

“So you wanna get in or not?” asked Will. Aiden’s mouth was still agape.

Aiden finally composed himself. “You own this car?!”

“Yeah, I do, now just get your butt in here!”

Aiden stepped into the svelte vehicle and sat a little consciously into the leather seat. “Shit! Too much!” Aiden exclaimed, glancing all around at the design of the car. The dashboard, the seats, the glowing buttons. “I’ve never sat in anything like this before!”

Will took of his glares and winked at him. “Well now you have.”

Aiden was still staring wide-eyed at everything. “Ok, buckle up buddy, and we’ll head towards the Joe Black retirement home.” Will changed the gears of the car and zoomed off.

Aiden was still thinking about telling all his friends about the car and what their reactions would be. Shit! this guy was probably loaded! Where the hell did he get all this money from?

“So you thinking, how a person like me who runs a retirement home, gets to own a car like this? Are you charging me of embezzlement of social funds in your mind?”

Aiden looked back at Will with a deer caught in the headlights expression.

“He does.”

“Yet you stopped him… were you defending my honor, good sir?”

The playful tone of her voice began to lift my mood, erasing the thoughts of her being with my best friend and bringing back memories of how we used to hang out when she came home from boarding school, before our discoveries of the opposite sex took us in separate directions. I saw the mischief in her eyes as she placed her cup on the table beside us, falling towards me before I could put mine down and defend myself, by the time I”d managed to do so she”d tickled me enough to want it to stop.

“Were you coming to my aid on your trusty steed to rescue this damsel in distress?” She asked loudly, trying to be heard over my protests as I tried to slip my hands under her arms to retaliate.

“You don”t need rescuing.” I replied, just about getting the words out.

“So there must be another reason why you stopped him from sullying my, almost, good name.”

Her tickling was driving me crazy, enough so that I couldn”t help but blurt out the truth. Had my mind not been so distracted by her fingers working at my flanks with an evil efficiency I may have been able to control my tongue.

“I was jealous!” I exclaimed.

Everything except our pounding hearts stood still as her hands dropped to her sides, her eyes locked with mine as the seconds passed by. I lowered my head to break the gaze, its intensity too much too bear, and saw her slope back to where she”d been sat, her breathing every bit a ragged as mine. Sat in as much disbelief as she was, I reached for my cup and held it close to my mouth, taking little sips as I used it to hide my shame at the way I”d let it slip.

“How could you be jealous?” She wondered, her puzzled expression fading as the penny dropped. “Unless you wished you were in his shoes…”

Her voice trailed off as she looked at me anew, as though searching her own feelings as much as studying my reaction. Aware of how there was no way I could retract my statement, I racked my brain for a way out, looking deep into the dark liquid by my lips and only raising my eyes as an idea popped in my head. Each time I thought I had an adequate remark, seeing her face managed to wipe it from my mind completely, causing a new search to begin, the cycle only ending when coming clean seemed the sole escape route.

“I-I”m sorry, I didn”t mean it to come out like that.” I spluttered. “Actually, I didn”t mean for it to come out at all, but you were there with your hands and all the tickling…”

A frown creased her forehead, though the sound of my nervous babbling was one she was quite familiar with. Opening her mouth as though to speak, I broke in to cut her off, having no wish to hear her let me down, however gently she may have tried to do so.

“So anyway… yeah, I thought that”d make you stop with the fingers. But listen right, it”s getting late and I”ve got a date with a vampire and a bag of Butterkist, so…”

“Shush.” She said, casting her eyes down to her lap, covering up the patch of skin on her thigh that had become visible.

“Yeah, okay. I”d better not keep the Prince of Darkness waiting though, you know how cranky he can get…”

I placed my cup back on the table and inched forward in my seat ready to get up and leave when she leaned in towards me, bringing her face within inches of mine as I pulled back from the edge of the sofa. Feeling like a rabbit caught in the headlights, I sat rigidly as she looked down from my eyes to my mouth, following her gaze with her lips as she kissed me softly.

Breaking contact, she looked at my face, seeing the shock on my features explain the lack of response. Smiling broadly, she returned her lips to mine, bringing a hand up to my head before letting her fingers run through my hair. Hardly believing what was happening, I ran my hands over the silk covering her skin and wrapped my arms around her, sucking her lower lip gently with my own as the passion in our kisses grew.

She slipped a hand in mine and, with a couple of quick kisses, found her feet enough to stand beside the sofa, tugging eagerly for me to get up. Halfway leading me to the door into the hall, she turned and looked me deep in the eyes. Fearful that she was having second thoughts, I entwined my fingers with hers and prayed she”d stick with plan a.

“Do you want to? I mean, here”s me dragging you up and you might want to take things slow. Stranger things have been known to happen…” She added, after seeing the look on my face.

“More than you”ll probably ever know.”

“Sounds intriguing, tell me later.” She said, kissing me again before turning back to her bedroom. “Mm, I sure like the way you kiss…”

Feeling my cheeks begin to warm at her approval of my technique, it was as well she was facing away from me as we made our way to her bed or my embarrassment would”ve been even worse. Kneeling on the sheets, Donna pulled me down to join her, letting her hands work their way across my chest and around my waist to my ass, feeling my buttocks through the very denim that hid them from view.

I brought my hands up from her thighs, trailing my fingers over her stomach as I parted her robe so the sash fell open, showing the matching chemise that laid under it, cut low enough to expose the top of her cleavage. Watching her fingers work at the buttons of my shirt, her pale skin contrasting with the black cotton, she made her way through each one down to the bottom, sliding her palms back up over the muscles of my abdomen up to my nipples as I slipped her robe off her shoulders, baring the skin for me to let my lips explore.

Letting the silk fall down her arms and onto the sheets behind her, she reached to help do likewise with my shirt, tossing it to one side as soon as it lost contact with my skin. The button fly of my pants were pulled open to let her tug them down as far as my knees, leaving me occupied with removing them entirely as she slid what would turn out to be the last item of clothing covering her form, over her head.

Naked but for a pair of boxer shorts, I looked across to see she”d laid back on the bed, her head resting softly on the pillow as she draped the chemise over her body. Guaranteed my full attention, she held the hem of the garment between her thumbs and forefingers before slowly tugging it enticingly down over her curves, teasing me wickedly as I waited and watched.

Inch by inch she revealed herself to me, the firm flesh of her breasts as the perky state of the nipples generously adorning them served to betray her arousal, her slender waist leading the eyes down over her flat, trim stomach, proudly highlighted by the body bar that pierced her navel. As the garment reached her hips, she whipped it away and dropped it on the floor, baring the last hidden part of herself to the warmth of the room, and to my eager gaze.

Her pussy lay on the bed before me, her legs that parted slightly for comfort as they crossed at the ankle, allowing me sight of her mound in all its unshaven glory, the absence of hair allowing full display of her tattoo. Lying close enough to her lips that all but the briefest of panty could hide it, was the image of a dolphin, its pose as though it were leaping from the waves, attempting to reach over her most intimate of places as its nose soared above her clitoris.

“Try not to think about it.” She said as my eyes continued to stare at her sex, as though in some sort of trance.

“Think about what?”

“About certain people, about the past…”

“I wasn”t.” I replied, looking her in the eye. “Honest.”

“Oh,” She said, her surprise followed swiftly by a frown as she wondered out loud, “so what”s wrong then?”

“N-nothing”s wrong. Why would it be?”

“I don”t know, you just looked like you”d never seen snatch before.”

Saying nothing, I turned my face away from hers slightly, having the misfortune to find myself looking back at her crotch. If my lack of a response wasn”t enough to confirm her suspicion, the way my cheeks began to burn as I thought about the possibilities that were only a few feet away from my touch surely did. From the corner of my eye, I could see her hoist herself up onto her elbows, as though to get a better view.

“You mean to tell me you”re a virgin?” She asked, her eyes wide in disbelief, tempered only by the gentle tone of her voice.

“Pretty much…” I replied, rather meekly.

Expecting some kind of laughter, in spite of how she may have felt about me, or comment about my lack of practical experience, I looked up at her face, ready to take her teasing on the chin.

“Oh my god,” She began, “that”s so cute!”

Swinging her legs away from me, and back towards the head of the bed, she got back up onto her knees so our bodies faced each other. Leaning toward me, she cupped my face in her hands and peppered my lips with gentle kisses, each and every one serving to soothe my worries and block out all thoughts I had of life outside that room.

Her hands slid down my flanks to the waistband of my boxers, her thumbs tucking inside the elastic as she took enough of a hold to drag them down over my hips. The edge of the material caught around my cock, pulling it to near horizontal before it bounced back towards my stomach, accompanied by a burst of the laughter that had endeared her to me, as she eased the burgundy dyed cotton to the middle of my thighs.

Not content until she”d helped me out of the shorts, she put them to one side and trailed her fingernails along the back of my calves and thighs until her hands reached my ass, groping each buttock as she inched her body closer to mine, sighing as the stiffness of my cock pressed against her skin and our embrace tightened, my arms wrapping around her to pull her as close as she wanted.

Holding each other tightly, we slunk to the side and down onto the bed, our heads just falling short of the pillows. As she rolled onto her back, freeing her arm from under me so she could stroke my chest, she motioned for me to stay on my side, taking hold of my wrist and bringing my fingers across to stroke her cheek as she wriggled gently to ensure her neck rested comfortably on the arm I”d kept behind her.

“Do you want me to lead,” She asked, “just “til you find your feet?”

“S-sure…”

“Don”t be nervous, I wanna make this something you”ll never want to forget.”

Turning my wrist so the back of my fingers faced her skin, she guided my hand down to her breast, lightly brushing the skin as she swept them down in an arc from her arm to below her nipple. Her free arm reached down between my legs and sought out my cock, gingerly cupping my balls between running a long fingernail along the shaft from the tip down to the base.

Leaving my hand to continue its motion, Donna parted her legs and slid her hand over her stomach to her pussy, hiding it from my view as she busied her fingers over its lips, her middle digit sinking slightly as it found its way inside her. Denied the sight of her for the time being, I looked up from my caressing to see her gazing up at me, her face a mix of both innocence and wickedness.

As I looked deep into her eyes, my fingers caught across her nipple, the resulting gasp making it something I wanted to do again, properly this time. I ran my index finger over the circle of her nipple before lightly brushing over the erect bud that stood out like a beacon. Flicking back and forth, the look on her face told me of its effect, the way she bit on her bottom lip serving to arouse me every bit as much as my efforts with her nipple were for her.

“That”s it,” She said, “go with the flow. And right now, the flow is down here…”

Dragging my hand from her breast, she placed my palm down flat over her pussy, leading my middle finger so that it made circles around her clit before she fed it down inside.

“Fuck me with that finger.”

Working it in and out with the aid of her juices, I took the initiative again, using her wetness to stroke over her clit with my thumb. Feeling her raise her ass up in the air toward my fumbling, I felt a sense of accomplishment as she sighed softly beneath my hand.

“Are you sure you haven”t done this before?” She asked.

“Just putting the theory into practice.” I replied.

Feeling my confidence grow with each indication of pleasure I saw and heard from her, I remembered the odd things I”d read about sex and techniques in magazines, or heard mentioned by others, and wondered whether now was the time to try some of them out. Deciding to stick with what I”d seen her like so far, I leaned across to kiss her, feeling her receptive enough to my lips as I took a chance and feathered a couple along the side of her neck.

Her moans were enough to convince me I”d done the right thing, their sounds like growls as they echoed through her throat with my ear so close. I brought my lips back to her shoulder and down, covering her chest with their caresses as I made my way towards her breasts.

“Lie back honey, I want this inside me now.” She said, lightly patting my cock.

I complied with her request, slipping my finger out of her as I dragged myself up the bed until my head rested on the pillows. Having just got myself comfortable, I watched as she climbed astride me, her ass hovering over my thighs as she reached down to take hold of my cock. I felt her slick pussy against my tip as she placed it at her hole, the warmth of her body enveloping my length as she slid down along me until we both felt every inch inside.

Her gasp crept out as she rested for a moment, as though getting herself acquainted with the new intrusion, before raising her hips back up so only the head remained buried. Taking a light grasp of her waist as she came back down, savoring the feeling of her beneath my fingers as I guided her along my shaft.

Watching my cock disappear inside her as she raised herself a little quicker each time, I gazed as though mesmerized by the sight, only looking away as she began to moan softly. Reaching higher up her body, I fondled her breasts as she closed her eyes at the feelings stirring within her. What had started as long strokes along my cock were quickly becoming thrusts as she increased the speed at which she sank onto me, the motion bringing forth the first telling twitch in my balls.

I played with her nipples as she bucked above me, flicking both this time as I elicited louder moans from her, the walls of her pussy seeming to tighten against my cock. Her breathing evolved into shallow panting as she pushed down harder onto me, her hands a mixture of signals, one busy rubbing her clit furiously as the other stretched out to my chest, its palm almost wanting to rest against my stomach, but not quite being allowed to reach.

“Nipples…” She gasped, “pinch them, hard…”

Wrapping my thumb and forefingers around her nipples, I pinched them tightly, their compression pulling them out and away from her breasts as they bounced, unfettered, with every thrust of her body. The moaning that had sounded like music to my ears altered dramatically as her hand abruptly stopped stimulating herself, the sensations inside her breaking forth to throw her body into ecstasy.

As her stomach muscles relaxed, the strength from her body evaporated in the aftermath of her orgasm, her upper body slumping forward as she slid her hands under my armpits and snuggled up close. I kept still underneath her as she caught her breath, her panting gradually slowing as my cock remained stiff inside her.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“If I get enough of those on a regular basis, I will be.”

“I think we can come to some arrangement.” I said, smiling broadly as she lifted her head to look at me.

“Glad to hear it,” She replied, between the kisses she was planting on my chest, “now, it”s your turn…”

Rising back up to a sitting position, she pulled me up as well, sliding her legs past my hips and wrapping them around my back. With her arms over my shoulders, I placed my hands on her hips, my fingers spreading out towards her ass, and started to work her up and down my cock, concentrating the sensations on the base of my shaft, more than aware through hours of practice how that area always led me to shoot my load, albeit into something a little less organic.

Our lips locking in passionate kisses, she bucked her hips back and forth, providing the perfect accompaniment to the way I was lifting her ass. It became my turn to moan as the ache grew in my balls, building like a flood waiting to knock down the dam holding it back. Breaking from the kiss, I pulled her closer and pushed my own body up to meet hers as it came down, feeling the point of no return speed past.

“Cum for me baby, fill me with your hot spunk.” She whispered.

As if ordered, I felt my cock spasm, the first throb catapulting shots of cum up into her as though they”d never have the chance again and wanted to make the most of the opportunity. Follow up bursts joined the rest as I slowed down the movements around my cock, falling back on to the pillow as I caught my breath, pulling her squealing with me.

My pounding heart slowed back down to near normal, followed slowly by my cock as it gradually softened, threatening to stiffen again as she slid herself off and dropped onto the bed beside me. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell she was looking at me, her hand idly caressing my chest in post-coital bliss.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“If I can get enough of those on a regular basis, I will be…” I replied, laughing.

Playfully slapping my arm, she snuggled up close, resting her head on my chest. I looked toward the window and noticed the first stirrings of dawn force their way through the gap at the top of where the curtains met.

We rested together on the bed as the sun rose, the birds waking well before the neighborhood would, Donna letting sleep take her while I kept myself awake, the gentle sounds of her breathing as she slept almost lulling me into joining her. A small moan of discontent at being moved sounded as I slipped myself from under her head as she dreamed, picking up my clothes from the floor before putting on just the ones I”d need to hide my blushes, should anyone see me heading between the two front doors.

Letting myself out, I fumbled for my keys and sneaked indoors, heading for where the television still played to itself. Switching it off, I looked around the room as the quiet seemed to amplify the remaining sound, the slightly muffled noise of two people snoring reaching my ears as I stood perfectly still.

Chuckling quietly to myself, I let the snores and birdsong fight for who”d be loudest in the room, grabbed the popcorn from the table and walked back out, locking the front door behind me and wandered straight back into the adjacent apartment. Stripping back out of my clothes, I grabbed what sheets I could from the bed and slid back in behind Donna, tucking the covers in around us as one of her hands fell back against my thigh, the happy sigh that followed telling me I wasn”t the only one who couldn”t think of anywhere else they”d rather be.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped. “That’s so good, so good.”

I kept it up for a while and then all of a sudden she was pushing me away. I knew she hadn’t come yet, and I didn’t think she was real close.

“Scott, I want you in me, now!” she said. There was no questioning her.

I was on my knees on the floor between her legs, so I got up and Scott took my place. He’d got a condom from somewhere – I found out later that Jess kept some in her purse – and I watched as he rolled it down over his cock and then positioned himself between Jess’s legs. As soon as he was there she grabbed his cock and guided it into her. It looked so sexy and I could feel my nipples get even harder and a little trickle of wet ran down my leg. He slowly started moving in and out of her, and she locked her legs behind him and pulled him real hard against her and started thrusting up against him when he’d push into her. I just watched and kind of played with myself with one hand while they went at it.

“Oh god, it isn’t enough,” Jess wailed. She pushed Scott off of her and then pushed him down on the bed, straddled him facing away from his face, and sank down on him. The bed is kind of high, and his legs were over the edge, and she was kind of standing on her toes, moving up and down, with her hand between her legs rubbing herself. It was like something out of a porn movie.

“Come suck me,” Jess demanded. “You had me so close, and I wanted Scott in me so bad, and he feels really good, but you have to suck me.”

I’d never seen Jess like this, but watching them didn’t seem like enough, so I got down on my knees in front of her and did what I was told. It was kind of weird, with her moving up and down and him trying to push up into her, and I ended up licking him as much as I did her. But it must have worked because after a few minutes of this Jess started trembling, and then she fell back on top of Scott and put her legs up over my shoulders and I kept licking, and his cock came out of her, but she locked her legs behind my head and then started moaning and groaning and twitching. I could feel Scott arching up under us, and his cock kind of poking at us and trying to get back where it was, but I ignored it and just kept licking and flicking at Jess’s clit, trying to make her come.

“Oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes,” she was saying, kind of panting in between. “That’s it, that’s it, right there OH FUCK YES!” Her legs clamped hard around my head and she shook and trembled and twitched.

It took a few minutes for her to calm down, and finally her legs unwrapped from around my head and she rolled off Scott. My neck hurt a little, but not much.

“Damn that was good!” she said.

“It sure looked like it,” I replied. My problem was, as sexy and arousing as it was to have seen and helped both of them come – Jess just then and Scott earlier - I hadn’t. I was dripping wet, my nipples ached, and they were just kind of grinning at me like loons. I guess were just in orgasmic bliss, but I was aching and it was time for me to get some relief.

“Are you two happy?” I asked.

“Yes,” they both said.

“Good, now it’s my turn,” I said.

That kind of got their attention.

“What do you mean,” Jess asked me.

“It’s my turn,” I said. “You just had an orgasm, Scott had one earlier, so now it’s my turn.”

“So what would you like us to do, sweetie?” Jess asked.

“I want to make love with Scott.”

That really got their attention.

“But aren’t you still…?” Jess couldn’t ask the question completely, but it was clear what she was talking about.

I nodded.

“You mean?” Scott looked at me. “With me? With Jess here?”

“Yes,” I said, “With both of you. I decided a while ago it was time, and I went on the pill, but I’d never really found the right guy. But you’re the right guy, and I think I’ve kind of known it all along. And since I’m bi, I think it would be nice to do it somehow with Jess, too. You two are my best friends, I’ve known you for years, what we’ve been doing has been really, really fun, and now is the time. I’m dripping, my pussy feels all swollen and hot, and I’m ready. So, please, yes, with both of you, and now.”

It was a big speech, and I figure more of one than most folks ever did, but it was what I felt and I knew it was time. I moved toward Scott.

Scott was still erect and he’d taken the condom off, but since I was on the pill and since I knew he and Jess were exclusive I wasn’t worried about anything. I pushed him back so he was lying down on the bed again, climbed over him and positioned myself where I thought was right.

His cock looked enormous and I wondered for a minute how it would get inside me. I lowered myself down a little and it bent back toward his belly. My labia were pressed against it, and it felt good, so I rubbed myself up and down his length, and that felt even better, especially when I kind of opened up and my clitoris was rubbing on him.

I sat up a little again and reached down between us. I wanted him in me now, so I held his cock up so it wouldn’t bend over. I slipped down over him, but I had him pointed up a little too far and his cock pushed up against my clit again, and I jumped a little. It was really intense. I guess I was more excited than I thought.

I sat up again and pointed him further back. This time when I lowered myself down the head of his penis pushed against me and I felt myself opening up and slipping over him.

I’d put things up me before, including a dildo – but that just a little way in. The gynecologist had used a speculum, too, so it wasn’t like I hadn’t had things inside me before.

But this was different. He was warm and hard and soft all at the same time, and my vagina was stretching open and it felt really, really good. I slid down a little further and it was kind of strange – it felt full – full in a way I’d never experienced before. It hurt a little, but it was a strange kind of hurt that I knew wasn’t going to be painful. I tried to relax, and I slipped down a little further and then I couldn’t go any further. I pushed a little harder, but I couldn’t get any further. I wondered if my hymen were in the way, but I didn’t think that could be right. It took a moment, but finally I realized he was all the way in me and I was pushing down against his pubic bone.

I stopped for a minute trying to just pay attention to how Scott felt inside me. I felt stretched and full and I don’t know what. It felt good. I squirmed around a little.

“You ok?” Scott asked quietly.

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess I’m not a virgin anymore. It feels nice.”

“Good,” he replied. “Do you want me to start moving?”

“Umm, can you?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if he could. I had all my weight on him.

“If you sit up a little,” he said.

I sat up a bit and felt Scott slip out of me a little. I lifted up a little higher, and then he arched his hips up, pushing himself back into me.

“Oh,” I said. It felt like some of me was being pushed inside along with him. Then he slipped back a little and it felt like I was getting stretched in the other way. They were nice feelings, just ones that I hadn’t experienced before. He did it a few more times, and it started feeling really, really good. Then he stopped.

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Pretty good.”

“How do you feel?” Jess asked. I had kind of blanked on the fact that she was there for a minute so I was a little startled. I thought about it for a second.

“Full,” I said. When she had asked me I had sunk down on top of Scott. I was pushed against him again.

“Try moving around in a circle,” she said.

I thought about it for a second, and then tried to move myself around like she had said.

“Ohh,” I gasped. My clit was rubbing against Scott. His pubic hair was a little rough, and it felt good. I kept moving.

“Go up and down, too,” Jess said.

I tried it – I pushed up until it felt like Scott was about to come out of me, and then slipped down, and then went around in circles a little and then up and down and, well, you know. I just tried moving around in different ways. After a while I figured out that it was all good, but leaning forward and trying to keep my clitoris against Scott while I moved up and down was best. I was doing that when Jess straddled Scott’s face.

“Suck me while I play with Penny,” she told him.

I reached out to her and she took my head in her hands and kissed me. Our tongues wrestled together and we sucked on each other and her hands went to my breasts and mine to hers. She was alternating between pinching my nipples and rubbing my breasts nice and firmly. The mixture was really exciting since I never knew what was coming next.

I know I started my panting thing about then. I don’t scream or moan or anything when I get real excited. I pant. Puff, puff, puff – harder and harder and harder. I guess there’s a little noise when I get real close. I could hear myself puffing and I knew I was getting close because I could feel the little twitches in my vagina, but I needed a little bit more, so I grabbed Scott’s hand and put his thumb right on my clit and started moving it in circles. He got the idea pretty quick and kept his hand there and rubbed nice and steadily.

The orgasm hit me pretty hard when it came. First I felt myself squeeze real hard around Scott’s cock up inside me, and I pushed down hard against him and his thumb on my clit. Everything inside me was squeezing real hard and tight and I didn’t think I could squeeze any harder and then I was and all my nerves were on fire and everything felt just perfect.

It’s that moment that I love, the moment right then, when you know your orgasm is there but it hasn’t quite happened yet but you know you can’t stop it. Everything is ready and you can feel it just as you’re tipping over the edge – I wish I could make that moment last forever but I know if lasted for anything more than that millisecond it does I’d die. I’d just explode all over the place, and not in orgasm.

So that moment came and I was right there and I huffed and puffed real loud and the orgasm burst over me. The convulsions ran through me and I was squeezing again and again around Scott’s cock and my clit had swollen up real big and I had that kind of bursting, twitching, lovely sensation when the moment came and now it was all running through me and away and my clit was retreating under its little hood, too sensitive to face the world. I shook and panted and twitched and it was good and right and special because Jess and Scott were there and helping it happen.

Well, it took a while for me to settle down. Every time I thought I was close I’d start to move off of Scott and the trembling would start. They weren’t really orgasms, but everything was too sensitive still and I’d just start. So I had to wait, and Scott’s erection went away and he kind of slipped out of me and I rolled off him, finally, and it was over.

Except he and Jess were hugging and holding me then. It felt just right, the three of us together. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but that was because I had made love with the two people I cared about most and it had been lovely and erotic and perverted and just right all at the same time.

That was 30 years ago this weekend. It’s hard to believe it, but I wrote about it in my diary back then and I just found it again and have been reading about it. I can still feel that orgasm sometimes, when I’m in that place between awake and a dream. Scott and Jess got married a year or so after that, and when she got pregnant about a year after that I came to stay with her and help out, and, well, I never left.

“Of course,” she said and kissed his lips and noticing Tarzan rising again.”

“I think we better get dressed up, or I’ll take a quick shower first before Daisy comes in.”

“Can I join you?”

“Why not? I can’t get enough of you,” she giggled and bent down, grabbed his cock, shook it sideways and licked it to hardness again.

“No matter what, don’t fall for Daisy, I still have the hots for you and I think you already have a special spot in my heart.”

“(to be continued)”