History Lesson

It was a dark, foggy night in November when he made his first appearance in the tutoring center. I'd been working there since the middle of my freshman year - I'm now a sophomore - helping my fellow students with everything from study skills to crafting a decent term paper to getting that elusive 'A' on the midterm or final exam.

Speaking of grades, a little background about me: I'm a straight 'A' student, have been ever since I can remember. Back in the day, I was a spelling bee champion, geography bee finalist, and national merit scholar. Now that I'm enrolled at State U, I'm double-majoring in pre-med and economics. I don't mean to brag - let's just say, academic success has always come fairly easily to me.

So, when it came time to find a job on campus that would pay the bills, the tutoring center was an obvious choice. I could catch spelling errors or fix bad grammar in my sleep. Teaching others about good study habits was as easy as, well, describing my own good study habits. The results spoke for themselves, right? Yes, there were those over the years who'd called me a nerd, or a snob, or worse; but now that my hard work was paying off - both on my transcript and in my bank account - I didn't really care.

By the time he came in that evening, I was fairly used to the routine. The student working the front counter brought him in to my office - oh, did I mention, I'd graduated to an office? Not that it was my own - I shared it with tutors who worked different shifts - but it was a perk for those of us who'd stayed with the job and proven ourselves. It was nice to have the privacy, whether the office was quiet and I was just doing my own studying, or whether I was trying to help someone.

Anyway, he handed me his paperwork, which consisted of a syllabus for a US History course, and a letter from his coach, explaining that if he didn't bring his grades up, he'd be off the football team. He grinned at me in that irritatingly confident way that jocks do, and I responded by sticking with the most professional demeanor I could muster. The lines were drawn - he was the cute jock who didn't care about his grades and thought he could get through life on looks and brawn, while I would show him that there was more to life than RBIs and touchdowns and penalty kicks.

Did I mention how attractive he was? Yeah, couldn't deny that. 6'2", blonde, blue eyed, with a great smile, and the great body of an athlete in his prime. I couldn't take my eyes off his big, strong hands, and when my eyes met his, I couldn't help but blush. All the more reason to put on my serious face, my professional demeanor. I walked around my desk and sat down, putting some distance between us.

"So," I said, looking down at the letter as if I hadn't quite caught his name, "Jake, is it? Where would you like to start?"

"How about with your name?"

"Oh, um, sure - sorry! My name's Kirsten. So, you'd like some help with the US History course?"

"Yup, I'm really struggling in that one."

"OK," I said as I thumbed through the syllabus, "it looks like you've already written a couple of papers for this class, and you have a midterm coming up? Any chance you have one of your papers with you, so I can see the kind of work you've been doing so far?"

He grabbed his workout bag off the floor, dug around in it for a moment, and pulled out a few pages - folded, wrinkled, stained as they were - and handed them over to me. I unfolded them, pressed them flat against the desk with my hand, and motioned for him to feel free to sit down, as I started to read. The big red 'F' at the top of the paper was hard to miss, as were the reasons for it; it was soon obvious that this guy had no concept of how to structure an argument, how to answer the question being asked, hell, how to spell! Yikes, I'd have my work cut out for me. I always did like a challenge, though.

"Um, OK. So, have you talked to your professor about whether he'd allow you to re-write any of your papers?"

"No way, he's really by the book. Won't accept anything late, won't allow retakes or rewrites. Not much point anyway, I've never been good at writing papers."

"Alright then, so it sounds like the midterm is where we should focus. How about we set up a time for you to come back between now and the test date? If you set aside some quality time between now and then to study, I can quiz you."

"Sounds cool. So, when should I come back?"

"Well, I could do Friday at 10am?"

"Hmm, that's kind of early for me, do you have anything later?"

Of course. Out all night partying, no doubt. "Well, I could squeeze you in at the end of the day Monday, that's my late day here. I have someone until 7, and then we close at 8 - would that hour work for you?"

"Perfect. It's a date." His eyes twinkled as he said it, and once again I blushed. Damn, ridiculous that he had this power over me. He probably couldn't even spell 'cat' if you spotted him the 'c' and the 'a' and hinted that it ended in 't', but here I was swooning like a schoolgirl.

"OK, I'll see you then. In the meantime, here are some handouts about effective study habits. Be sure to put in enough time between now and then that you know your stuff. I won't go easy on you!"

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Kirsten."

I watched him leave the office, and as he headed down the hallway, fold one of the study skills handouts into a paper airplane and send it flying. Jeez. I didn't have any other drop-ins that evening, so spent the rest of my time looking over his syllabus and drafting a list of questions I could ask him when he returned. The rest of my week was a busy one, with tests and papers of my own, so I have to admit I quickly forgot about Jake after leaving the office that night.

It wasn't until Monday morning that I thought of him again, as I stood in front of my dorm room closet, trying to decide what to wear that day. It shouldn't matter to me how I looked going in to work that day, and yet somehow, I did spend a few extra minutes picking out an outfit. Why did this idiot have this power over me? Did hot jocks feel any pressure to study so that they'd impress us brainy girls? Never.

What outfit did I choose? I guess I shouldn't leave you hanging. I went with a blue silk blouse, buttoned down the front, the one that brought a few complements on my big blue eyes every time I wore it; my favorite jeans, the ones that fit perfectly and look great with anything; and black pumps. OK, OK, so clearly I wanted him to notice me. Hell, it was worth a try. If knowledge itself wasn't enough to inspire him, maybe a little sex appeal could do the trick.

The day dragged on, with my own classes in the morning followed by a busy afternoon and evening at the tutoring center. Finally, 5 minutes late for his appointment, Jake wandered in and sat down. I felt his eyes move over my body as I shut the door to my office and walked over to the desk.

"So, Jake, have you found some time to study since I saw you last?"

"Ah, right down to business, huh? What ever happened to a nice 'hello, how are you today?’, something like that?"

"Um, OK," I replied with a smile, "How are you doing today, Jake?"

"I'm great, Kirsten, how are you doing?"

"Just fine. Now," I said, getting back to business, "have you found some time to study since I saw you last?"

"Wow, you are a task master, aren't you? OK, yes, I've done a little studying. But this history stuff just doesn't stick with me. Not enough excitement to it."

"Are you kidding? There are so many great, thrilling stories in the history of our country, from the fight for independence, to the establishment of our government and our court system, the civil war, and all the way up to the last several decades, with wars, civil rights movements, you're telling me you don't find any of that exciting?" I raised my voice a little as I talked, exasperated as I was. He simply smiled again, that obnoxiously adorable smile of his.

"Well, I can see you're getting excited about it, that's a start!"

I sighed, stood up from my chair, walked around the desk, and sat on the edge, facing him. "Alright, Jake. You've got me for the next hour, and I'm determined to help you in your class. But I'm at a loss here - if you're really not interested, I don't know what I can do for you! You tell me how we can make this work."

"How about you start by asking me some questions."

"Um, OK. Pretty revolutionary method, I don't know..."

"Ha ha, very funny. Let me finish."

"OK, sorry, go ahead."

"Every time I get something right, you take something off. Every time I get something wrong, you get to put something back on."

"Are you kidding? Strip tutoring? Yeah, right."

"Well, hey, you've seen my work in this class so far. You're probably pretty safe, don't you think?"

I studied his face for a moment, searching my thoughts for an answer to his proposal. He had a point - there was no way he'd get the best of me. And if he did manage to get a shoe, or even both, I'd just start asking him harder questions.

"OK, sure, what the heck. If you'll genuinely try, I'm game."

"You have my full attention, professor."

"OK, here goes. Let's start with an easy one, build your confidence a little." He nodded, and I proceeded. "In what year was President Kennedy assassinated?"

"Ooh, I'm getting a shoe. 1963."

"OK, fine, one shoe off." I kicked one of my pumps towards him, and he caught it, holding it up as if it was a great prize. I giggled.

"Alright, a little harder this time. Name two of the other US presidents who have been assassinated."

"Hmm, well, I know Lincoln, but I guess I'll have to give you your shoe back." I stretched my leg out to him, and he put the shoe back on my foot. It was like some bizarre parallel universe version of Cinderella.

"Alright, then. How about this one: in what decade did the American civil war take place?"

"1860's." The shoe was his again.

"Alright, good. Please explain the significance of the Emancipation Proclamation."

"Not a chance." Back on my foot the shoe went.

We went on like this for a while, and I was actually enjoying myself - not only did I genuinely feel like I might be getting somewhere with him, keeping his attention as the questions got a bit harder, but it was fun to banter with him, always staying a step ahead of anything that might get out of hand. After ten minutes or so, though, he started to gain ground. He had both of my shoes, and when I went to a harder question, he hesitated only for a moment before smiling and answering correctly: "That's easy, the Potsdam Conference."

"Um, OK."

"You're not backing out on your end of this bargain, are you, Kirsten? You know the rules."

"Oh, alright," telling myself I'd just up the difficulty of the questions once again, but still baffled that he'd suddenly grown a brain. I debated for a moment about whether my jeans or my shirt should be next, before finally settling on the shirt. I slowly unbuttoned it, my eyes staying on his as I did so, until finally reaching the last button and pulling it off my shoulders. He smiled as he took in the view, and I tossed the shirt towards him. His collection of prizes was growing. I enjoyed the attention, but wanted to regain control.

"Alright, Jake. Please tell me the year of the Brown vs. Board of Education ruling, and describe its significance."

I stood before him, leaning on the desk with my bare feet on the floor, feeling remarkably naked in just a bra and jeans, but confidently awaiting his failure to answer the question. It was terrible, really, eager tutor that I was, actually hoping that one of my students would fail to know the answer.

"Let's see, that was 1954. Essentially, the ruling stated that the 'separate but equal' standard which allowed for segregation of schools, in this case in Kansas, was unconstitutional."

My mouth literally dropped open, I was so shocked. Not only did he give me the answer without the slightest hesitation, but it was a completely accurate and remarkably concise answer. Exactly the kind his professor would be hoping to see on the exam.

"Um..."

"That's right, Kirsten. I think the jeans are mine."

I stared at him for a moment, filled with a mixture of emotions, my heart pounding. I was nervous, suddenly aware of my surroundings, standing, as I was, half-naked in the office. I was suddenly curious whether he'd been misleading me about his lack of knowledge. Had he actually been studying hard this week, and plotting this situation all along? But mostly, I was becoming aware of the warmth between my legs. This scenario was actually getting me hot.

There was a knock on my office door before I could respond in any way to the situation. "Just a second," I blurted. Jake tossed me my blouse, which I quickly put back on and buttoned, before striding over to the door in my bare feet to see what was up.

"Sorry to bug you, Kirsten, I know you're with a student." It was our student receptionist, Megan, whose face greeted me when I opened the door. She glanced at Jake, who had smartly hidden my shoes and picked up his book, which he was pretending to read. "Just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving, and I think you're the last one here. Do you want me to lock up?"

"Um, yes, that would be great. I should be done in just a few minutes. But yes," I tried to sound as calm, as normal, as possible, "if you could lock the front door, that would be great. That way I can finish up with this student without any interruptions."

Megan seemed convinced. Either that, or she knew something was up but just didn't care. Probably had a hot date of her own to get to. Meanwhile, my attention went back to Jake, eager to see what would happen next. I listened for Tessa's key in the door of the outer office, and then closed my office door again, just as a precaution. Jake set down his book and looked up at me as I once again leaned against my desk. "So, I believe you owe me both the blouse and the jeans. You OK with that?"

"Don't worry, Jake," I replied as I removed first the blouse and then the pants, tossing them his way, "I'll be getting these back before you know it."

"Oh, really? We'll see about that."

The confidence in his voice now sounded real, more than just the swagger of a jock. Did he know something I didn't? I mean that literally - did he know something about US History that I didn't know he knew? I felt incredibly naked, even though I wasn't - yet. I stood before him in my matching bra and panties - black lace, if you must know - and was suddenly very self-conscious, as his eyes moved over my body. He shifted in his chair, and I couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't getting excited himself. But I re-focused. I was too competitive to simply let him win. There was no way he was going to beat me at this little game.

"Alright, Jake. The 18th amendment to the Constitution. Give me the year, the context for and details of the amendment, and explain how it relates to the 21st."

I started to reach for my jeans, which he was still holding on his lap, but he just smiled and launched into a well-formed response to my question. After finishing his nuanced description of the historical and cultural context of Prohibition, he paused for a moment, before finishing with, "You know, Kirsten, you really should have known better than to ask a dumb jock like me a question about alcohol."

I smiled, and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. A moment later, it was on his lap with the rest of my clothes, and my perfect round breasts were free for him to view.

"And?"

I paused for a moment, wondering once again, although caring less now, how he had gotten the best of me. I wrapped a finger around the lacy fabric of my panties at each hip, and slowly slithered out of them, until I was finally standing before him, completely naked. "So, Jake, now that you have me here, naked, alone, what are you going to do with me?"

He stood up, tossing my clothes to the floor, his erection now obvious in his sweatpants as he approached me. He took my hand and placed it against his bulging cock, and I needed no further hint to begin stroking him.

"The truth is, Kirsten," as his hand cupped my dripping wet pussy, "In addition to being a football player, I’m a history major. Straight 'A' student, just like yourself. I just happened to have an interest in getting inside your pants, and figured this was the only way you'd give me the time of day, what with your unreasonable prejudices against athletes."

I wanted to protest, to assure him that I wasn't prejudiced, that I would have given him a chance, that I would in fact have been flattered to know that he was interested in a nerd like me - but I could only moan in pleasure at his touch, as he began pinching my clit in between long, slow strokes in and out of my pussy. I didn't want him to stop, but I also wanted to show him my appreciation, so I quickly dropped to my knees, pulling his pants and boxers down as I went.

His big, hard cock bounced free and I eagerly took it into my mouth, beginning a slow, steady rhythm. I sucked him in from tip to base, my tongue busy pleasuring him inside my mouth while my fingers tickled his balls. Never before had I enjoyed giving head so much as in this moment, my own juices trickling down my inner thigh as I felt him begin to stroke in and out of my mouth, moaning as I brought him closer and closer to climax.

He grabbed my long blonde hair in both hands, weaving his fingers through it and forcing himself deep into my throat with an increasing tempo. He lasted for what seemed like minutes as I continued to focus all of my attention on his throbbing cock. I gasped for air as he finally pulled out of my mouth for the last time, stepping back and shooting his load all over my face, his hot, sticky cum dripping from my chin down onto my erect nipples.

After taking just a moment to admire his work, like an artist surveying his canvas, Jake pulled me up off my knees and scooped me up into the air, placing me gently on the desk. I needed no encouragement to spread my legs for him, allowing him to give my throbbing pussy some much-needed attention. Jake knelt between my legs and began licking me, slowly, gently, again and again until I began writhing beneath his expert touch.

His fingers were next, first one, then two, then three pressing into my hot wetness as I grabbed his head and pressed him into me. It was now Jake who was gasping for air as I quickly reached my first climax, squirting my juices onto his face and just barely containing myself to a whimpering moan, rather than an all-out scream.

I panted, dizzy with pleasure, sticky with sweat, as I came down from my waves of pleasure. I felt Jake’s hands on my hips, and opened my eyes to see him pull me to the edge of the desk, where he could press his hard cock into me from his standing position. I lifted my legs, resting my calves against his shoulders, and cried out as he bottomed out inside of me, holding himself there as we both adjusted to the incredible sensations of his big cock inside my tight pussy.

He began slowly rotating his hips, remaining fully buried inside of me, for a few minutes, before starting an in-and-out motion, which he continued for a few minutes more, our eyes meeting as I encouraged him with my intense look of sheer lust. I had never experienced such raw sexuality before, certainly not on top of a desk in an office – something that had long been a secret fantasy of mine.

As we both approached climax, he shifted our position, pulling out of me long enough for me to scramble off the desk and to my feet next to him. In one smooth but aggressive motion, he spun me around, pushed me against the desk, my forearms supporting my weight, and plunged into me from behind.

I now lost all track of my surroundings, and cried out in pleasure with each of his strokes. "Yes, yes, yes, that's it – fuck me! Yes, just like that!"

He reached around and grabbed my bouncing breasts, squeezing them hard as he increased his rhythm and brought us both to a powerful orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes..." I continued to scream out until my voice melted into incoherence, my face buried in my hands as I recovered my senses. He lasted just a few moments more before pulling out of me and shooting his load across my back.

I gasped and panted for a few minutes more before finally getting out a few coherent syllables, "Thank you, Jake. That was wonderful."

"It was my pleasure, knowing that I came out on top of our little game."

"Yes, you win. Nicely played."

Fire and Ice

I remember, as a child, when my mother explained to me that the best way to pick a gift for someone was to think of what you yourself would want to receive. A nice sentiment - and a good lesson, and a helpful one for the best friend's 10th birthday - but one which some people take a bit too literally. My boyfriend, for example. His Christmas gift to me was a long ski weekend with him and some of his buddies. We would be leaving the following day.

Not that I didn't appreciate the thought - a break from the usual rush of urban life sounded nice. Oh, but there was the fact that I'd never skied before. That he and his buddies were all avid skiers. That I'd feel like a third, or fourth, or fifth wheel - the awkward girlfriend who couldn't ski - on what should have been a romantic getaway. But I smiled nonetheless, gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek, and told him I'd start packing right away.

I really can't complain. Jacob's a great boyfriend. He's successful, funny, charming, and never stingy when it comes to buying me nice things or taking us out for a great night on the town. He's my first serious relationship, really. We'd been together for almost three years, ever since we met as seniors in college. But there were these moments of insensitivity that did make me wonder. If he were truly 'the one', wouldn't he think twice before assuming that what was fun for him and the guys would automatically be romantic for me? That a skiing weekend would be the appropriate Christmas gift for his non-skiing girlfriend of three years?

The next day, we had a wonderful long drive into the mountains, leaving behind the rain of the city and arriving just before dark in the snowy wonderland that would be our home for the next few days. Any bitterness I had quickly melted away when I saw the lodge. It was spectacular and cozy all at once. The huge living room was completely wood-filled, with the exception of the stunning stone fireplace which reached from floor to vaulted ceiling. One wall was entirely windows, showcasing the beautiful mountain vista. Each of the four bedrooms was just big enough for the king-size bed that filled it, and the kitchen was completely appointed with everything we'd need for the long weekend.

We arrived before any of Jacob's buddies, and he responded to the solitude just as I'd expected him to, glancing my direction as soon as we'd dropped our luggage on the floor, and then saying, "I'll race ya!"

We ran to the nearest bedroom, jumped onto the bed, and he quickly tore at my clothes. I reached down to find him already hard, as he roughly fondled my firm breasts and kissed my neck. After just a few more moments, we had extricated ourselves from enough of our clothes to do the deed, and his lips found mine as he quickly fingered me, taking just enough time to ensure I was wet enough to fuck.

I love Jacob, and it never has taken me long to get turned on, but I couldn't help thinking, as I often do, whether he couldn't sometimes take a bit more time, take the time to pleasure me the way I happily respond to his requests to take his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking for minutes on end if that is his desire. But I didn't dwell on this for long. Before I knew it, he was deep inside of me, plunging in and out for a few moments before rolling us over on the comfy, quilted bed so that I could ride him until we both came. Our moans echoed through the empty lodge as we quickened our pace, and before much longer, I collapsed to the bed next to him, my pussy filled with his cum.

"Thanks again for the present, Jacob. I'm sure this will be a great trip."

"You bet, Chelsie. I know you'll have a great time. And hey, it's about time you learned to ski!"

Just a few minutes later, after we'd tidied up the bedroom and begun unpacking, Jacob's friends pulled up outside and piled in to the lodge, laying claim on each of the remaining bedrooms and taking in the view, while Jacob and I started on dinner. Not much later, after the sun had set and the glorious vistas had been replaced with darkness punctuated by stars and the glow of the moonlight on the snow, we were gathered around the fire, telling old stories, drinking wine, and enjoying the company of friends.

It wasn't until the next morning that I had to face that we'd be parting ways - Jacob and his buddies were headed off to challenge the toughest slopes, while I plodded through the snow in my uncomfortably new boots in search of an instructor. It would have been easier if Jacob didn't feel the need to patronize me just to get a few laughs from his buddies.

"Don't worry, honey, you'll be fine. Once you learn to stop, skiing's really not that hard. I'm sure you can find an instructor who's not too bored teaching you the basics. And hey, if you chicken out, you can always come back to the lodge early and have dinner ready for us when we get back!"

Ha, ha, ha. I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder and headed out the door. As I trudged off through the snow in my cute new snowsuit - OK, so clothes and gear had been part of Jacob's generous gift - I suppressed my fear of plummeting down steep slopes to my death, doing my best to replace it with my competitive desire to show the guys that I could in fact learn to ski, and even join them on the tough slopes by the end of the weekend.

I did like the way I looked in the fitted pink snowsuit with snow-white faux fur. My long blonde hair blew in the cold mountain breeze, and I could feel my nose and cheeks growing rosy as I could see more of my breath with each step. It was with the most confident swagger I could muster that I stood in line with the tweens half my age and waited to grab the rope that would pull me up the bunny slope. The ultimate in forced humility.

It wasn't until my second or third trip that I felt his eyes on me - the tall, slender guy standing at the top of the hill. He smiled broadly when our eyes met, and as I clearly couldn't maneuver well enough on skis to go over to him, he easily skied down to meet me instead. As he approached, I immediately noticed that he was unusually attractive.

"Hello there. Couldn't help but notice such a beautiful young woman." It was obviously a line, but delivered with such simple confidence that it didn't occur to me to bristle. "You must be a beginner?"

"Yup, that's me."

"Well, you've caught the eye of the right person - I'm an instructor here, currently without a student. If you'd like to get away from the pre-teen crowd, I'd be happy to work with you!"

"Really? Um, sure, that sounds great!"

"Alright, follow me. My name's Jim, by the way."

I reached out a mittened hand to shake his, and looked up into his deep blue eyes. He was significantly taller than I - probably 6'1" to my 5'4" - and in fabulous shape.

"I'm Chelsie, nice to meet you!"

He led me to the chair lift and we began chatting, Jim sharing what had brought him to this resort as an instructor. I quickly learned that he was 42 and already retired from a successful first career, which gave him the freedom to work here, just for fun. He then asked what had led me to learn to ski as an adult.

"Well, I'm here with my boyfriend and his buddies - the trip was his Christmas gift to me, although he's much more of a skier."

"Ah, so you're on your own to learn while they go for the tough stuff?"

"That's about right."

"Well, don't worry, there's really just a few basics to learn - mainly, how not to kill yourself - and then it's just a matter of practice so you feel comfortable up there."

I looked at him once again, studying the features of his chiseled face, and then guiltily averted my glance, thinking of Jacob. I was attached, after all. Shouldn't be so easily distracted by a sexy ski instructor. What was wrong with me - maybe the altitude? I chuckled at the silliness of my thoughts. Altitude, indeed.

"Hmm, what's funny?"

"Oh, nothing!" I made the mistake of looking down, then eloquently expressed myself, "Yikes!"

"Yeah, best not to look down. People will do all kinds of things on this long, slow ride to the top to keep from thinking about the height." He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.

As my mind wandered once again, he continued matter-of-factly, "So, we're almost there, let's start concentrating on getting out of the chair. Remember, everything keeps moving, and will take you right with it, so you need to jump out with some confidence. I'll give you a hand this first time so you can see what it feels like."

His left hand clutched mine and his right arm cradled my back, and he gave me a gentle push as we reached the top, our skis meeting the snow as we lifted ourselves out of the chair.

"Now, are you confident about how to slow down and stop?" I caught him looking at my chest, before his eyes quickly darted upward to meet mine. Ah, so the attraction was mutual. Interesting.

"Yes, I think so."

"Alright, so let's head down. I'll stay with you, and don't worry, as long as you're not going too fast, you really can't hurt yourself when you fall. This powder is fairly soft, and you're wearing lots of layers. Just a bruised ego, I promise."

I smiled, and timidly started down the hill. It couldn't have been more than 20 feet before I fell for the first time. Not because of reckless speed, mind you. More because I was going so slowly that gravity was more powerful than my momentum. Jim helped me up. Another 50 feet or so, another fall. Jim helped me up once again, faster skiers now buzzing by on either side of us. Finally, I started to feel a bit more confident, and made it nearly to the bottom of the slope before falling again, this time one of my skis becoming lodged in a mound of snow.

Jim fell down - well, a controlled fall - next to me, with many words of moral support. "You're doing great. Better already. You'll be a pro in no time."

In my struggle to free myself from the snow, I simply made my situation worse, covering myself with more snow and burying my ski even deeper. Jim laughed, and put his hand on my shoulder in an effort to calm me down. My eyes met his, longingly, and he leaned in to kiss me. Before our lips met, he stopped himself.

"I'm sorry, Chelsie. I don't know what I was thinking. You have a boyfriend. I shouldn't..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I lifted up my head and kissed him passionately. His hand moved from my shoulder to my chest, squeezing one of my breasts through the downy fabric of my snow suit. I dropped my ski pole and caressed his face, other skiers still racing past us as we embraced. My own actions shocked me - I had never done anything so impulsive in my life, certainly not in full public view - but I made no attempt to stop. I had a pure animal attraction for this man that I'd never experienced before.

"Wow, Chelsie," he said breathily as I finally let him up for air, "there's a little naughtiness hidden behind that innocent persona of yours!"

"I think I'm just discovering that myself!"

"Well, what do you say we finish up today's lesson, get you home for some rest, and then pick up tomorrow where we left off?"

"Sounds good to me!"

**********

I could think of nothing that night but Jim. As the guys and I made dinner, and I listened to exaggerated stories of their skiing glory, it was all I could do to keep from touching myself, still feeling his hands and lips on my body, imagining what tomorrow would bring.

Was it the beauty of the mountains, unfamiliar to a city girl like me, that brought such feelings to the surface? Was it being so far out of my comfort zone, suddenly being faced with learning to do something I never thought I'd do? Was it that I assumed I'd never see Jim again after the next few days - what happened on the slopes stayed on the slopes? Was I just that unsatisfied with my boyfriend?

That last thought aside, that night, I couldn't keep my hands off of Jacob. He was tired, he said. But my touch soon convinced him that there was no way he was THAT tired. Thinking of Jim the entire time, I set out to give Jacob the best blow job of his life. I started with just my hands, rubbing and stroking his shaft and balls for a few minutes, before taking his entire length into my mouth and holding him there as I sucked, moving my head back and forth to change the sensations for him.

I pulled away for just long enough to get some air, and then began moving up and down on him, slow strokes from his tip down to his base, my nose tickled by his pubic hair each time I reached the bottom of my motion. As he approached orgasm, I pulled back, straddling him and fingering myself as he watched, his hard cock glistening as he waited for me to lower myself onto him.

I didn't care that his friends could hear me moan as I fingered my clit. Didn't care that I was making him wait longer than I would have in the past. His wide eyes told me he didn't mind, that he enjoyed watching me. And I didn't care that while looking at him, while lowering myself onto him, I was thinking of another man, a man I'd just barely met but who had awakened passion I never knew I had.

Neither of us lasted very long once I began bouncing up and down on him, and after just a few short moments, I collapsed to the bed next to him, giving him a peck on the cheek before promptly falling asleep. My dreams were filled with fantasies of Jim. I slept soundly, my desire quenched for the time being, but couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring my way.

**********

After breakfast, the boys and I once again parted ways, and I jogged as fast as my ski boots would let me to meet Jim at the bottom of the chair lift. We would pick up where we left off, he had said. My heart pounded when I saw him. "Good morning, Jim," I said, looking up into his eyes with a sultry smile.

"Well, good morning, Chelsie. Ready for your next lesson?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm ready for whatever you'd like to teach me."

"Well, let's get at it, then. Ready for the lift again?"

"Lead the way."

We walked the few steps over to the lift, and I noticed that he let a few chairs pass by empty before helping me climb into ours. As soon as we were settled, he took my hand in his and put it on his thigh, and spoke once my eyes met his. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since yesterday, Chelsie."

"Me too," I said, allowing my hand to slowly travel towards his crotch, where I discovered a bulge already developing. "So, you mentioned yesterday that people will try almost anything to avoid looking down. Anything specific you'd suggest?" I began to stroke his cock in a regular, firm rhythm.

I think you're already on to something. Here, let me assist." He unzipped the pants of his snow suit and fished his cock out of his boxers.

Even though I knew what he had in mind - hell, I'd been fantasizing about it all morning - I still found myself a little nervous as I actually leaned over and took him into my mouth. There was nobody in the chair immediately in front of or behind us, but still, if anyone was watching, it would be more than obvious what we were doing. As soon as that thought formed in my mind, though, I found myself more excited than nervous. Here I was, never before the adventurous type, giving a blow job on a ski lift to a man I'd just met the day before.

Knowing that my time was limited, I approached my task with great enthusiasm, feeling him grow longer and harder as I bobbed up and down, taking his full length into my mouth with each stroke. I held on to the chair with one hand - his gentle advice when I let go for a moment - and stroked his balls with the other. He moaned in pleasure, encouraging me, suggesting when I could move faster, slower, before finally warning me that we were close to the top and would need to stop.

With a whimper, I reluctantly pulled away from him, disappointed that I couldn't bring him to orgasm, but also sure that he had something else in mind to bring us both some satisfaction. He managed to squeeze his still-hard cock back into his boxers and zip his pants just in time for us to get off the chair, zipping his jacket to hide his obvious erection. With more people now within earshot, he put on his professional ski instructor voice once again, picking up where we'd left off on THAT activity the day before.

"OK, so let's try this same slope again, see if you can get a little more distance and speed than yesterday."

"Yes, sir," I said with a smile, and took off a little faster than my day-old skiing skills were really prepared for, inspired by our naughtiness on the lift. After just a few seconds, though, I realized I was in over my head, and screamed for his help as I tried to remember how to stop myself.

"I'm right behind you, Chelsie, don't worry."

Comforting as his voice was, I was still a bit panicked, and although I didn't hurt myself, I did fall rather dramatically, landing a bit off the beaten path in a pile of snow. What was it he had said yesterday? Oh, that's right: bruised ego. A few seconds later, he pulled up next to me in a controlled stop, disconnected my skis from my boots, freed himself from his own skis, and pulled me to my feet, took my hand, guiding me behind a snow drift.

We were now just out of sight of the skiers sailing down the slopes, but could still hear them, and I was very aware of still being outside, in public. Jim slipped my coat off my shoulders, and it fell to the ground below me. He then pulled me into a passionate embrace, pressing my body into his and kissing me deeply. Cold as the air might have been, I melted helplessly into him.

Now he guided me to the ground, my jacket giving me a bit of a cushion against the snow as I sat down, before he knelt before me. "It's time for me to return your favor, Chelsie."

"Really?"

He answered wordlessly, unzipping my snow pants and sliding them down my thighs just far enough to give him access, without exposing too much of my skin to the frigid air. He massaged me through my panties for a few moments before finally pushing the fabric aside, crouching closer to me, and kissing my pussy lips for the first time.

I'd been with several guys, first in college, then with Jacob, but never anyone who had taken the time to truly pleasure me orally, and I couldn’t help but moan aloud as he began to kiss, to lick, to stroke me with his tongue. Once again, I didn’t care who could hear, whose curiosity might cause them to peer over the snow bank and find me, exposed to the elements. I was completely in the moment, and Jim had me completely under his spell.

After just a few minutes, he brought me to a powerful orgasm, during which I had to cover my mouth with my hand, biting into my flesh to avoid screaming out. Moans were one thing – screams were likely to bring completely unwanted attention to us. The last thing I wanted at this point was an interruption – I wanted nothing more than to have him deep inside of me.

Fortunately, my desires were soon reality. Giving me just a few moments to recover from my climax, Jim freed his cock from his snow pants, positioned himself over me, and began rubbing against my dripping wet pussy lips. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t bear the wait, and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him deep inside of me in one smooth stroke.

Once again I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, but this time he stopped my vocalizations with a long, passionate kiss. After a few moments in this relatively traditional position, he pulled out of me momentarily, shifted me to my side, and spooned me from behind, lifting my leg just enough to enter me once more. He had expertly positioned us so that my jacket shielded our bare skin from direct contact with the snow, and began the slow strokes which would bring us both to a powerful climax.

We remained there, resting on the snow, for what seemed like minutes, before the cold eventually forced us to move from our cozy embrace. He whispered in my ear that he was sorry, but he had a class to teach, so he would have to leave me for the rest of the day. I in turn assured him that we could continue once again the next day, my last of this remarkable trip to the slopes.

**********

It wasn't until that final morning that I learned of the plans Jacob had made with his friends. They were going to take his buddy Jake’s SUV and make the short trip to the resort which was about 20 miles down the road. They were leaving fairly early, and wouldn’t be back until late afternoon, when we’d need to head home.

Jacob broke this news as if he assumed I’d have the typical girlfriend tantrum – but what about me, how come you never pay attention to me, etc. – but fortunately for him, I intended to make the most of his absence, so didn’t give him any trouble whatsoever.

"No problem, Jacob. I’ve actually found a ski instructor who I’ve really enjoyed working with, and he has time to work with me again today. So I won’t be lonely or bored, promise!"

"That's great, Chelsie. I'm so glad. I told you that you'd enjoy skiing!"

I saw them off, waited a while to be sure they wouldn’t come back for a forgotten ski mask or pole, and then ventured out to meet Jim. Not knowing that I'd have the lodge to myself that day, I’d planned to meet Jim at the base of the ski lift, as we had the day prior. But as soon as I shared the new plan with him, he eagerly followed me back to the warmth of the lodge. Sure, it was possible that the guys would come back early because of bad weather, but we were more than willing to take the risk. We couldn’t keep our hands – or any other part of our bodies, for that matter – off each other.

As soon as we were inside and the door was closed, Jim tore at my clothes, and I reciprocated, pure lust frustrated only by the many snaps, buckles and zippers of our state-of-the-art ski gear. Our clothes now strewn around the living room, Jim took my hand and walked us over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I took in the beautiful view for just a moment before he spun me around, pushed me against the glass, spread my legs, and plowed into me from behind. As sudden as it may have been, I was already so wet from the anticipation of our encounter that he easily began sliding in and out, our loud moans quickly filling the open space, free from the censure of our previous, outdoor encounters.

I steadied myself against the glass with my hands, and Jim grabbed my breasts, squeezing them firmly as he continued to push in and out of me, faster with each stroke. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, he slowed his pace, eventually pulled out of me, and carried me over towards the fire, setting me gently down on the plush bear rug which lay just in front of the stone hearth.

My pussy was still pulsing, his cock still visibly throbbing, from the intensity of our last encounter, but he seemed to possess remarkable calm as he lay down next to me, tracing the length of my torso with the tip of his finger. I let my head fall back to the rug, relaxing beneath his wonderful touch.

Just as I let my eyes close, I felt Jim get up and walk away. Whimpering as his fingers left my body, I watched as he walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out, naked as the day he was born. I was truly curious now, no idea what he might have in mind. I watched through the windows as he looked up towards the eaves of the porch, settled on one particular point, and stood for a moment, pondering. Then, with one quick motion, he reached up, grabbed hold of an icicle, broke it free from its icy hold, and ran back inside, slamming the door on the cold behind him.

Once back inside, he slowed his pace again, walking towards me with the icicle in his hand like a dagger. Kneeling on the rug next to me, he lowered the ice to my skin, and I jumped as it first touched me, just above my left nipple. Almost as soon as he began tracing it over my skin, the icicle began to melt, I imagined more from the raging heat of my body than from the fire itself. He took his time, tracing every inch of my breasts with the cold wetness, before moving towards my waiting pussy.

He bent down and kissed me as the point of the icicle reached my clit, causing me to jump beneath him. He left it there for a moment, the ice melting even faster as I pressed against it, eager for more. He responded by plunging it deep into my pussy, and I gasped, arching my back at the combination of a familiar pleasure and a completely new sensation. Just as fast as he had thrust it into me, he pulled it out, bringing it first to my mouth and then to his, so we could both taste my juices.

"More, please."

He responded without hesitation, returning once more to press the ever-smaller ice into me, fucking me faster and faster with it, as I squealed in delight beneath him. I can’t be sure of the moment that his fingers, and then his cock, replaced the ice, as by that point, I was already writhing in pleasure. I came twice with him inside of me, before he finally made one final thrust, shooting his load all over my belly as he pulled out just before his climax.

We rested there for minutes, hours, I can’t be sure. When he decided it was time to leave, so as not to risk a confrontation with Jacob or his buddies, we agreed that our few days together were a magical experience which neither of us would ever regret. Oh, and that if I happened to visit this particular resort again, we could fuck the weekend away one more time.

**********

And that was that. He was gone. I tidied up the lodge, picking up my clothes, wiping my lusty fingerprints from the glass, and re-stoking the fire, before starting to pack in preparation for heading home that evening. When the guys finally arrived, they shared lots of stories from their great day on the slopes just on the other side of the ridge, and we finally parted ways a few hours later, heading home, sleepy, cold, but fulfilled.

Jacob and I talked very little on the drive home, splitting the driving so neither of us would be tempted to fall asleep at the wheel. I can’t tell you what he was thinking about, but I was replaying the events of the weekend in my head, shocked, now that there was a little distance between me and that place, that I had behaved so wantonly for the first time in my life.

And as we pulled into our driveway at home, I had an epiphany. What was it, you ask? That the Christmas gift that had originally struck me as insensitive and selfish had actually been the best present anyone had ever given me: the chance for a sexual awakening, and someone I loved to share it with.

About 20 minutes later, Jacob would know all he needed to about that epiphany. I spared him the details, but shared, wordlessly, that he was worthy of reaping the benefits of the new me. The horny, adventurous, wild woman that I now knew I could be. It wasn’t until I met Jim that I knew what I’d been missing all these years.

Learning from the Master (Chapter 3)

He left the message on my cell while I was in a meeting on Tuesday morning. "Hi Ashley, it's Jake. I'm at the airport, about to get on a plane - unexpected trip out of town for business this week. I won't be back until Saturday, but I'm looking forward to our next project. Check your mailbox when you get home this evening, I left you a note."

It was great to hear from him, but a disappointment to learn that we wouldn't get to spend any time together that week. After all, he had promised to take me to Victoria's Secret and help me pick out something new to replace the sexy bra and panties he had sliced from my skin with his work knife the weekend before. The rest of the workday dragged on, and traffic was horrible, as I could hardly wait to read the note he'd left for me. Maybe he'd left me information about where he'd be and when I could call; maybe some naughty thoughts to keep me company until we met again.

I practically ran up my front steps after parking my car, and fished through the junk mail and bills in my mailbox to find his note. It was a small envelope, sealed, with just my name handwritten on the outside. Wow, I thought to myself, how rare is a hand-written letter these days! Much as I wanted to rip it open and read it right there on my front porch, his gesture really deserved more thoughtful attention than that. I let myself in, set down my purse and pile of uninteresting mail, hung up my jacket, kicked off my shoes, and went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. As I came back into the living room, I paused for a moment to admire the newly-painted space, before sitting down on the sofa, taking a deep breath, and opening his letter.

"Dear Ashley,

So sorry that I had to go out of town this week, and break our date. I'm looking forward to helping you paint your bathroom on Saturday, and have some instructions which I hope you won't find too difficult to follow, to prepare for my arrival. If you do as I ask, I'm confident we can both enjoy a productive day."

I paused, smiled, and took a sip of wine. I loved this little game he had created for us - the line he was so confidently able to walk between master painter and, well, master. It was all so new to me, but also such an incredible turn-on, that I was happy to keep going down this road, exploring this newly-discovered side of my sexuality. I set down the glass of wine, and with that hand free, began to massage one of my breasts through the fabric of my suit as I went back to reading.

"I know you were looking forward to that visit to Victoria's Secret. Please do take care of that, and if possible, replace exactly what you were wearing the last time I saw you - the powder blue looks fabulous against your skin. But I want you to pick up something else as well.

When I arrive on Saturday - which will be at 11am sharp - you will be in the bathroom waiting for me. You will be wearing a sheer babydoll - I'll let you choose the color - with matching panties. Whatever color you choose, you will also get a silk tie to match. You won't forget to put your hair up in pigtails, like you know I like it. And you will have left the front door unlocked, so that I can easily get in.

You will have all the necessary tools ready with you in the bathroom: paint, of course, brushes and rollers, tape and stir sticks. Everything else that might get in the way should be out of the room, and out of my sight.

Most importantly, It's become very clear to me that you need to learn both patience and discipline. Therefore, I must ask you to refrain from pleasuring yourself between now and Saturday. I would recommend that you focus entirely on following my instructions, and making sure that all is as I've requested. I assure you, if you meet my expectations on Saturday, you will experience the utmost heights of pleasure, and the wait will have been worth it.

I certainly hope you don't have any questions, as I'm far too busy on my business trip to take time with that. Looking forward to seeing you on Saturday,

Jake"

My hands fell to my sides and I sat silently, taking it in. He had earned my trust in our previous two encounters, so there was never any doubt that I would follow his instructions, and be ready for his return that Saturday. But somehow there was a little nervousness mixed in with the excitement that I'd felt in reading his words. The instructions weren't complicated, but seeing them in writing really hammered home the fact that I'd need to be sure to follow them to a 'T'. And then there was the time between now and Saturday morning - what would I do to keep myself busy, to keep my mind occupied, as I waited patiently for his return?

I mapped it out as I relaxed on the sofa and finished my first, and then a second, glass of wine. Work would be busy the rest of the week, so at least those hours would go quickly, with plenty of distractions to keep my mind off of Jake. Tomorrow evening I'd go by the mall and take care of the necessary purchases at Victoria's secret. Thursday I'd go out with friends for dinner and drinks after work and pour myself into bed late, with no energy to disobey Jake's request that I keep my hands off myself. Friday evening, I'd clean the house and prepare the bathroom just as he'd asked. And Saturday morning, I'd get up early and go for a long run, hoping to lose at least a little of my excess energy and nerves.

That first night proved to be the most difficult. My mind raced, as I imagined phrases from his letter as they'd sound in his voice, imagined his hands moving over my body, his big cock inside me once again, the punishment he would issue if I didn't follow each and every instruction. It was all I could do to keep from touching myself, held back only by the awareness that I wouldn't be able to cover up my weakness - if I gave in and pleasured myself, he'd be able to read it on my face.

**********

I arrived at Victoria's Secret the next evening just after 5, having snuck out of work a few minutes early. Being a Wednesday evening, there weren't many shoppers in the mall, and I had the full attention of Jessica, a hot young blonde who was happy to help me try on as many things as my heart desired. After debating with myself for a few minutes, I decided it would be exciting to share just enough information about my situation that Jessica could help me to her full ability.

"So, Jessica, let me tell you what I need. I have a date on Saturday, and the man in question has given me some very specific instructions for my attire. Let's just say that there could be some interesting consequences if I don't meet his demands."

"Ah, I see. So you want to follow his instructions carefully," she said with a wink, "but you won't necessarily mind if he decides a little discipline is in order?"

"I think you have an excellent understanding of the situation," I said with a giggle. "My name's Ashley, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Ashley. OK, then, what exactly are you looking for?"

I explained that I needed to replace my adorable powder blue ensemble that was, um, harmed in my last encounter with Jake. After we'd picked out the perfect replacement, I explained his current request, for the sheer babydoll and matching panties. She smiled when I mentioned that he'd let me pick out the color, and we made several trips to the dressing room, trying on first red, then black, then white, and finally settling on a lovely pale green that, according to Jessica, really brought out my eyes.

"Not everyone can pull off that color, Ashley, but with your gorgeous tan and green eyes, it's really a good look for you."

"Thanks, Jessica! I really appreciate your help. I'd better get going - a few more stops to make here at the mall before I head home."

"OK, I'll let you go, as long as you promise to come back next week and tell me how things went! I'm here every weekday evening. Oh, and assuming things go well, I'll be happy to help you with your next lingerie assignment!"

I giggled and assured her I'd keep that promise.

It was almost 7 by the time I left the shop. I made one more quick stop, at my favorite department store, to find the rest of what Jake had asked me to have ready. Luckily, I was able to find a beautiful silk tie in exactly the same shade of pale green as the babydoll I'd picked out. I began to imagine what he had in mind with this request, but quickly stopped myself, so I wouldn't get too excited. My last stop was in women's accessories, where I found some beaded hair ties that were also an excellent match, for holding my hair up in the pigtails he liked so much.

**********

Thursday dragged on at work, but my dinner with friends proved a wonderful distraction, and before I knew it, it was Friday. As I promised myself, I cleaned the house, wanting no distractions for Jake's discerning eye. My sleep was restless that night, but when I woke up to a glorious sunrise on Saturday morning, I eagerly set out for a run. My usual route was about 3 miles, circling around the neighborhood of well-kept bungalows, and this particular morning, I'm sure I set a personal best, nervous and eager as I was to get home in plenty of time to be ready.

Still in my workout clothes, I made a couple of trips to the basement, bringing all of the painting supplies into the bathroom, and setting them in an orderly pile in one corner. I then peeled off my sweaty clothes, tossed them in the hamper, and jumped in the shower. Once again, I had to fight the urge to touch myself, so excited was I at this point for what was coming in just under an hour. But once again, all it took to find my willpower was a reminder to myself that he'd be able to see the guilty pleasure on my face.

Once out of the shower, I dried myself off, and then used the towel to wipe off the mirror and dry the floor, before getting out the blow-dryer to work on my hair. A few minutes later, the bathroom gleaming, the wet towels in the hamper, and my hair dry and full of body, I was in my bedroom, pulling on the babydoll and matching panties, and then twisting my hair up into pigtails. It really was quite a sexy look, I thought to myself as I glanced in the mirror - I understood now why he'd requested the babydoll. I glanced at the clock, realized he'd be arriving any moment, and quickly returned to the bathroom, where I set down the silk tie and proceeded to wait.

**********

With no watch on my wrist and no clock in the bathroom, the few minutes of waiting before his arrival felt like an eternity. Who knows, maybe it would have been worse to watch a second hand tick away. Fortunately, I had complete trust that he would be on time, so just waited for the sound of the front door and his footsteps in the hall. I did have to realize that - while unlikely - it was possible anyone could have walked in that front door, finding me scantily clad, eagerly waiting in the bathroom. This thought only served to heighten my anticipation, and my heart was pounding by the time his footsteps approached.

I relaxed a bit when I recognized his voice, "Are you ready, Ashley?"

"Absolutely, please come in."

I smiled when he came around the corner into the room. He was looking cool and confident as always in his polo shirt and jeans. His eyes met mine only for a moment, before he proceeded to look me up and down, taking in the full view. I posed for him, twirling around, the lace of the babydoll brushing against my uppermost thigh, before facing him once more and asking, "So, up to your expectations?"

"Oh, yes, Ashley. And I must say, nice choice on the color. Really brings out your eyes. So, shall we get to work?"

"I'm ready if you are," I replied as suggestively as possible.

"Turn around, please."

I turned so that my back was facing him.

"Give me your hands."

I reached both hands behind my back. As I did so, he picked up the green silk tie, and quickly used it to secure my hands. The fabric was cool and comfortable against my skin, but his knot was firm, and there was no way I'd be able to get my hands free without his permission.

"Now, you've done a very nice job of preparing all of the supplies, but I notice something is missing."

My eyes quickly searched the neatly stacked materials, unable to think of what he was referring to. "Um, I think everything is here?"

"Are you arguing?"

"No, but..."

"I don't see my drill here, with the attachment for stirring the paint."

"Oh, but..."

"I suppose you're going to give me an excuse?"

His eyes twinkled, and I knew that he knew full well there was no way I could have gotten his drill out of his locked house while he was out of town. I decided to play along.

"No excuses. You're right, something is missing."

"That's right. And the problem is, that means I'll have to use the stir stick to stir the paint. Which would make it unavailable for other purposes. Is that what you want?"

"Um, no."

"Good girl. May I see your beautiful tits?"

"Yes."

He pulled my breasts out of the lacy babydoll, and then bent down, picked up the stir stick, and held it above my exposed flesh, ready to strike. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, please."

"Good girl. Because of your good behavior, you'll receive only a few gentle swats." After my days of anticipation, pleasure washed through my body as the wood hit my skin, grazing first one nipple and then the other. I whimpered when he stopped, and he promptly responded by striking my flesh harder, hard enough this time that my breasts were soon rosy from all the attention. "Haven't you had enough yet? I really need to get to work on painting this wall."

"Yes, sir."

"Let's put these away for now," he said as he gently pulled the fabric back over each of my breasts, massaging them a bit as he did so. "So," he said, pointing to one of the cans of paint, "this color for the wall?"

"Yes. And the other is for the trim."

"This shouldn't take me very long," he said as he opened the can, stirred the paint, and then poured some into a roller pan. "I don't suppose you could take care of my needs while I'm doing this?"

"Absolutely. What would you like?"

"I'd like you to get down on your knees and crawl over here. I'd like you to pleasure me with your mouth as I paint. And since you don't have the use of your hands, you'll need to be resourceful. Just remember the first rule I taught you - never spill a drop."

"Yes, sir," I said, smiling as I dropped to my knees. My first task was to move a few of the painting supplies, as they were taking up space where I would need to position myself if I hoped to pleasure him while he painted. There was a paint brush, a few rollers, and a quart of paint, each of which I took in my mouth, clutched in my teeth as I crawled across the room, and dropped as gently as possible against the other wall. My knees already ached a bit from moving over the cold tile floor by the time I was finished and making my way back to where he was standing.

Jake had put the roller tray on the counter next to the sink and begun to paint, and there was just enough room for me to kneel between him and the wall he was working on. I was now faced with the challenge of freeing his cock from his jeans without the use of my hands, and the added challenge of receiving a slight tug on one of my pigtails anytime I bumped into his foot with my knee or brushed against his leg with my shoulder in an effort to get myself into position.

"Careful down there, a little precision, please!"

I debated for a moment whether to try to remove his belt, or just unzip his fly, and decided on the latter. Tilting my head slightly to avoid his belt buckle, I used my tongue to pry up the pull tab on his zipper, until I finally had it positioned between my teeth. The fact that his cock was already bulging and now growing even larger didn't make my job any easier, and it took all of my concentration to pull the zipper down safely. Once that was done, I grabbed an edge of his boxers between my teeth and pulled back until his hard cock sprang free, hitting me in the cheek as it did so.

"Not bad, Ashley. A little slow, but not bad. Now, get to work!"

As Jake continued to work above me, I licked up and down on his cock, moistening the full length and girth before taking it into my mouth. I started with just a few inches, building a slow, steady rhythm before taking in a bit more of the length with each stroke. After a few minutes of this gentle stroking, he rested the roller in its pan, wiped his hands on a washcloth, and wrapped his hands around my pigtails, using them to push his entire length deep into my throat.

"I want you to keep it there, Ashley, while I finish my work here. You can suck, you can use your tongue, but don't you dare let it out of your mouth."

"Ummmm," I groaned in reply as much as possible with my mouth stuffed with cock.

"You're not trying to talk with your mouth full again, are you?"

I nodded from right to left to acknowledge that I understood, and after clutching my hair for a moment longer, he let me go and went back to his work. I concentrated on breathing through my nose and ignoring the pain in my kneecaps, focusing instead on the feeling of his long, hard cock in my mouth and pressing into my throat. As much as I could in my compromised position, I worked to pleasure him, using my tongue and moving my head back and forth to change his sensations inside my mouth.

"That's it, Ashley, keep it up just a little longer!"

Encouraged by his feedback, I closed my eyes, focused even harder on breathing through my nose, and pulled even more of his length into my mouth, so that my nose was pressed against his jeans and his tip was firmly in my throat. Once again, he set down his roller, this time using his free hands to clutch my tits, squeezing my nipples and causing me to gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Yes, Ashley, my god, that's wonderful. Just hold it there a few seconds longer, then I want you to start moving on it again. You're going to make me cum!"

Relieved to finally be moving again, I began bobbing up and down on him with abandon, and it was just a few moments more before he began to approach his orgasm. "Remember, not a drop!"

I never slowed my motions, even as he began to jerk and spasm in my mouth, and I was rewarded with a huge load of cum, my mouth soon full of warm, sticky goo. I eagerly swallowed it all, except for one drop which escaped my lips, dripped down my chin, and because I couldn't stop it with a finger, dropped to the floor, splattering just in front of my knee. At first, I thought he might not notice, as he was still recovering from his powerful orgasm, but as he looked down into my eyes, smiling, he was just in time to see the drop splat against the tiles below.

He shook his head in silent disappointment, and reached down to help me to my feet. My knees were weak, and it took a moment for the blood to reach my feet again, so I leaned against him for support as he untied my hands. As soon as he had done so, he promptly turned the tie into a blindfold, covering my eyes and then spinning me around so that he could tie it against the back of my head. "Now, listen carefully."

I listened, expecting him to give me directions, but first all I heard were sounds - his belt being ripped free from his jeans, the rest of his clothes coming off, the moving of painting supplies which were obviously in the way for what he had in mind next. "Are you ready for your punishment, Ashley?"

"Um, yes?"

"Was that a question?"

"I'm ready."

"Good girl."

The sound of the belt as it struck firmly against my ass reached my ears almost before I felt the stinging sensation. Had he continued, it would have been too much, but apparently it was to be a single strike.

"Very good, Ashley. I'm glad you've learned to control your whining. Now we can get back to something more pleasurable."

His hand was soft against the back of my head as he released the knot of the blindfold and the tie cascaded to the floor. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that he was indeed naked, and I smiled at the sight of his gorgeous body. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me in one smooth motion up onto the bathroom counter, the cold marble just what my still-tingling ass needed. He put his hands on my hips, and, wrapping his fingers around the fabric of my panties, quickly pulled them off as I stretched out my legs to make the job easier. I then spread my legs for him as his fingers worked to spread my lips apart, exposing my dripping wet pussy to his full view. As he began rubbing my clit, he used his other hand to turn on the hot water faucet, then, as steam began rising, reached down and picked up one of the unused paintbrushes, and held the plastic handle end under the faucet.

My mind raced as I imagined what he had in mind, and I looked at him with pure lust as he plunged the full length of the handle into my pussy. The handle wasn't large, perhaps four inches long and no more than an inch around, but the overwhelming naughtiness of his actions amazed me. I began moaning in pleasure as he moved the brush handle in and out, in and out, faster with each stroke, and then bent down to replace his finger with his tongue on my clit. After just a few moments more, I couldn't control myself any longer and began screaming out as my orgasm hit, fast and hard.

"God, yes, Jake, that's incredible. Faster, fast...."

He interrupted me by pulling the brush handle out of my pussy and forcing it into my mouth, so that I was tasting my own juices as I continued to cum. In place of the brush handle, he pushed four fingers inside of me, simply leaving them there as my pussy clenched around them, and I rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Ready for one more?" He pulled the brush handle out of my mouth just in time for an answer.

"Oh, yeah, Jake. Anything."

"Alright, turn around, spread your legs, and put your hands on the counter."

The warm water was still running in the sink, filling the room with steam and giving the slight sensation of a sauna. Before putting both hands on the counter, I reached up with one and wiped the mirror clean, so that I could see Jake behind me. As soon as I was ready, he pressed his body against mine, his hard cock slipping between my legs and rubbing against my open pussy lips. He reached around and began working to remove the babydoll, which was now wet against my skin from a combination of sweat and steam. I watched in the mirror as he removed it, tossed it to the floor, and began fondling my breasts.

I can't remember the exact moment when he pressed into me, it was such a natural escalation of his motions behind me. My eyes never left his in the mirror as he began fucking me, first with long, slow strokes, then gradually faster, and it wasn't long before we were both overwhelmed with pleasure. I had never experienced such sensory overload as he pounded into me from behind - the ability to watch in the mirror, all of the sounds of sex amplified by the small, tiled bathroom, and then his hand reaching down to my clit - I finally lost control and cried out over and over in ecstasy. Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm, I felt him cum deep inside of me as well, before finally collapsing against me, his head resting momentarily on my back, before he finally pulled out of me and began cleaning himself up.

"God, that was incredible."

"You can just call me Jake, really."

"Very funny," I said, and pretended to slug him in the shoulder.

"Just one complaint..."

"Oh really, what's that?"

"I was kind of hoping you would have painted the bathroom before I got here. Then we could have moved on to more interesting activities even sooner..."

Just One of the Guys

I'm not high maintenance. I'm not into high fashion. I'd much rather enjoy a beer and watch a game than have a cappuccino and go shopping for shoes. And no, I'm not fat, I'm not ugly, and I'm not an old spinster - I'm a fit, attractive, educated, professional woman of 24. I've just always enjoyed the company of guys and active, outdoor activities more than the girly activities most other young women seem to like. I'd rather put my hair up in a ponytail than go to a salon, and I never waste time on makeup when going out. Most of my good friends over the years have been men. Let's face it - I'm just one of the guys.

I'm single at the moment, as is my friend James. James and I met a few years back, when we were both, briefly, working for the same company. We've both since moved on professionally, but were such fast friends that we still spend lots of time together, especially when neither of us is attached. We had our favorite watering hole where we met once a week or so for a few beers. He hosted great parties at his house, which I attended without fail, and this summer, we'd actually gone in together on baseball season tickets.

James is older than I - just turned 40 in the spring - and quite successful. Even though he certainly knew how to put his expendable income towards lots of fun for himself and friends, he also seemed to have a good sense for making smart investments, and had done very well for himself. He's also a very attractive man - 6' with an athletic build, blonde with striking blue eyes. I'd always found him very appealing, but somehow we'd never been more than just buddies - the kind of thing you don't want to push in fear of losing your best friend.

I think the relationship was fun for both of us partly because we could talk to each other about anything - including ill-fated relationships. I tended to end up with guys who wanted to put me up on a pedestal and treat me like the lady I really wasn't - needless to say, it never worked out. James was always complaining to me about the silly girls he took out - how needy they were, how they never wanted to go with him to a game, how they'd break a nail when he'd try to take them hiking. We'd give each other advice, watching those patterns of choosing people who weren't right for us, but mostly just had fun spending time together, enjoying activities we both liked.

Occasionally, we'd be at the bar together, and one of us would unapologetically ditch the other, when we saw someone we wanted to pursue. Last Friday, it was his turn. I had to roll my eyes when I saw the hottie he'd picked out this time - Tiffany, I heard her say when he asked her name. What a bimbo, I couldn't help thinking. I couldn't deny that she was attractive, but James was practically old enough to be her father, and I doubted they'd find anything in common. Oh well, who was I to deny my friend a night of hot sex, assuming that was all he was after. As they found a table just out of earshot, I could no longer listen to their conversation, but studied her appearance - long blonde salon-styled hair, big blue eyes, way too much make-up for my taste, and a genuinely hot body which she shamelessly showed off in a tight top, short skirt, and heels. It was time to call it a night. I waved to James, and headed home, assuming I'd hear a few days later about how he was already fed up with her because all she wanted to do was shop.

This Tuesday, James and I met up at the baseball stadium, first time in at least a few weeks that we'd actually used our season tickets ourselves, rather than giving them away to other friends. It was the second inning, after getting our food and sharing some stories from work, that he brought up his night with Tiffany.

"So, Dani," - my name is Danielle, but all my friends call me Dani - "Tiffany sure was hot."

"Yes, James, I'm sure the two of you will live happily ever after," I said, giving him a silly grin.

"Well, I don't know about that, but she sure knows how to give head."

I gagged on my bite of stadium hot dog, making James laugh. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. She was incredible, took the whole damn thing deep into her throat, brought me to the brink several times, but each time slowed up just enough to prolong things. Best blow job I've ever had."

I mentioned that James and I shared everything, right? But this was the first time that he'd talked so explicitly about sex, and I have to admit I was a little shocked. I'm not squeamish around dirty talk, mind you - just one of the guys, remember - but somehow this really caught me off guard.

"You're so full of crap," I said, attempting to call his bluff. "I suppose you think you've found your soul mate, the hottie who gives the world's best blow job?"

"Who said anything about soul mates? Let's just say I think I'll keep her number. She said she was happy to just get together for sex, no strings attached."

"I can't believe you! Are you just trying to get me riled up? We both know you didn't get anywhere with Tiffany - once she found out how old you are, I'm sure she got out of that bar as fast as she could."

"Actually, turns out she has quite a thing for the older guys."

"Whatever, I still think you're full of crap. Jeez, can't we just watch the game?"

He nudged me with his elbow and smiled, and shut up for a while. Either he really was bluffing, and he decided he'd gotten enough of a rise out of me, or he was showing a little mercy. Either way, it was the seventh inning before I came out of the fog his words had put me in. I couldn't figure out why it bothered me so much - after all, as friends, we teased each other constantly about all kinds of things. Was I jealous? Really? Was he trying to make something happen between us? Really? I was thoroughly confused.

Over the next few days, I couldn't shake the thoughts about James and his supposed night of passion with Tiffany. When I woke up on Thursday morning, it was after a night of hot dreams, in which I - not Tiffany - was the star of James' story of 'The Best Blow Job of My Life'. Still half asleep, I realized that my hands were busy on my clit and in my pussy, which was wet, dripping wet, as I fingered myself to a powerful orgasm. A few minutes later, in the shower, I tried to confront exactly what I was feeling. This was beyond jealousy. I still wasn't sure if I really wanted to risk my friendship with James, or if I just wanted to prove to him that I was just as good a cock-sucker as Tiffany - but either way, I was determined to make it happen.

I called James from work that morning, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, and confirmed our usual Friday night date at the bar. He teased about Tiffany, hinting that he only had time to meet me because she was busy with something else. Little did he know, he was just strengthening my resolve. The poor guy didn't know what he was in for. Of course, before I'd be ready to meet him the next evening, I had quite a bit of work to do. I worked hard to get ahead on the pile of work on my desk that day, and just before I left, told my boss that if she didn't mind, I really could use a mental health day that Friday. She was always encouraging her staff to do bullshit like that, and I never did, so I knew she'd take me up on it this time.

I fantasized about James once again that night, this time enjoying a long hot shower together with my favorite vibrator, picturing his face and imagining his cock as I fucked myself to orgasm. I collapsed into bed and quickly fell asleep, knowing I'd need my rest if I was going to spend much of the next day at the mall - probably my least favorite place.

After sleeping in that morning, I took a long bath in the tub, shaving my legs and then once again touching myself as I daydreamed about James. This time, though, I stopped short of working towards an orgasm. After a quick lunch, my afternoon at the mall started with an appointment at the salon, where I'd have my hair done and a professional make-over. Again, I'm very attractive - just don't ever bother to style my hair or put on make up. The stylist complimented me on my long, healthy brown hair, and has to admit that it's probably been to my benefit that I've never colored it, curled it, or otherwise damaged it for the sake of fashion. An inch or so was cut, some layers added, before I made my way to the make-up chair.

I asked the overly made-up woman to go for a subtle, classy look, explaining that I had an important evening out. I didn't elaborate further, allowing her to assume that I had to make an appearance at a work function, rather than that I was going to surprise my best friend with a fabulous blow job. Leaving the salon after those few hours, I had to do a double-take as I walked past mirrors in the mall. I had to admit, I was looking pretty hot. But there were a few more stops before I could leave.

The first was at the department store, where I planned to pick out a dress and some shoes. I browsed for a few minutes, but quickly realized I was in over my head, and searched out a professional for assistance. The salesperson I found happened to be a man, and I decided to make the most of the opportunity.

"Yes, miss, can I help you?"

"Let me be completely honest with you about what I'm looking for, so you can give your honest opinion. You can see how I normally dress," I said, motioning to my jeans and sweatshirt, "but this evening, I want to make quite an impression, showing someone just how sexy I can look. Just this side of slut is the look I'm going for."

The man blushed momentarily, but quickly regained his composure, and helped me pick out a little black dress. I chuckled to myself as I realized a dress like this was a staple of most women's wardrobes, but the kind of thing I'd never owned. I went into the fitting room, put on the dress, and stared for a while in the mirror, almost in disbelief at how good I looked. The expert salesman had chosen exactly the right dress in exactly the right size to emphasize all my best features. The top of the dress was perfectly fitted to my best asset, my beautifully proportioned breasts, and the skirt was just long enough to be decent but just short enough to be a little flirty, even a little slutty, the fabric ending mid-thigh. My skin was naturally tan after a summer of outdoor activities, and my green eyes really stood out against the black of the dress and the professionally applied makeup on my face.

"Sir, could you come in here, please?"

"Um, alright?"

I opened the door for him, and he looked relieved that I was dressed - presumably he wasn't supposed to join half-naked women in the fitting rooms while on the clock - but then gasped as I turned around for him and posed. "So, how do I look?"

"Well, miss, I think you've achieved just the look you're going for!"

"So, if I were to do this," reaching for his crotch and massaging his cock through his dress pants, "and offer you the best blow job of your life, you'd take me up on it?"

"Oh god, in a heartbeat!"

"Thank you, that's all I needed to hear. I don't want to get you in trouble, so I'll be on my way. But perhaps you could show me some shoes?"

Grabbing a few dresses off a nearby rack to carry in order to hide his erection, the salesman followed me out of the room and then across the store to the shoe department, where we picked out an open-toe four-inch black heel with laces that tied up on my ankle. I wore the ensemble out of the store, carrying my old clothes in the department store sack after I'd paid my bill.

"Well, miss, I don't need to wish you good luck, so I'll just wish you a good time this evening. You'll have him wrapped around your little finger, believe me."

"Thank you!"

My next stop, now that I had the dress, was the lingerie shop. This time I was assisted by a perky young salesgirl - Tiffany, her nametag told me, ironically enough. After admitting to her that I was hoping to surprise that special someone that evening with a sexy new look, she set to work to help me pick out a bra and panties that would give me just what I needed. After trying on a few other things, I settled on a matching set in black lace. We first chose a 34B, but after joining me in the fitting room, Tiffany decided I needed a 'C' cup. She helped me out of one bra and into the other, her fingers grazing my breasts innocently as she did.

The young girl complemented me on the look with the better-fitting bra, and gave me a smile as she noticed my erect nipples. "I can tell you're quite excited about your evening!"

There was no way to cover it up, so I just smiled back, replying straight-forwardly, "you have no idea, Tiffany."

"I hope it goes well! You'll have to come back and tell me all about it."

Marveling at the fact that I probably could have made out with this girl in the changing room if I'd wanted to take advantage of the situation, I decided to save my energy for the evening I had planned, and finally escaped the mall.
I was still an hour or so early, but a sudden wave of nerves came over me, so I decided to go ahead and make my way to the bar and have a stiff drink while I waited for James. I was half-way through a beer, enjoying silly banter with the bartender, who was amazed by my transformation, when James arrived. The bartender, Bob, played it just as I'd asked him to.

James didn't recognize me from behind, so came up to the bar, found an empty stool, and greeted the bartender. "You haven't seen Dani, have you, Bob?"

"Nope, not tonight."

James turned around and surveyed the room once again. Bob poured a glass of James' favorite beer from the tap, passed it down the bar to him, and walked away, to the other end of the bar. I turned slightly so that James couldn't see my face from where he was sitting, and waited for what I knew was inevitable.

James moved to the barstool right next to mine, and even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was openly checking me out, with no clue who I really was. "So, what brings you here tonight, young lady?"

I slowly turned, recrossed my legs towards him, and looked up into his eyes with a sultry smile.

"You, silly! Don't you remember, we agreed to meet here?"

"Dani!" Luckily for me he hadn't sipped his beer yet, or there might have been a spit-take. "I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you. But, hey, how was I supposed to... you never dress like this!"

"Flattery like that will get you nowhere, my friend..."

"Yes, let me start again. You look incredible. I had no idea you cleaned up so nice!" He chuckled, looking deep into my eyes and sensing that I wasn't just playing an innocent trick on him. "Really, you look hot."

"Your story about Tiffany really got me inspired, James."

"Huh, what story?"

"You know, the best blow job of your life story?"

"Oh, that. So?"

"Seems like you made that judgement without having all of the evidence. I thought I'd offer you something for comparison's sake, if you're interested."

His usual composure lost for a moment, James' eyes opened wide, and he gulped. For the first time since I've known him, James was speechless when confronted with a hot young woman. It didn't last long.

"But Dani, you don't honestly think you can compete with a hottie slut like Tiffany, who dropped to her knees no questions asked and took me deep into her throat?"

"Try me."

I put my hand on his thigh, and slowly moved my fingers closer to his crotch. Judging by the growing bulge in his pants, he was planning to take me up on my offer. His eyes moved over my body, up my long legs, lingering on my chest. "God, Dani, I had no idea you had such gorgeous tits."

"Just because I don't show them off doesn't mean they're not there."

"I don't suppose you'd let me cum all over them?"

"If that's what you'd like, they're all yours. Otherwise, I'm more than happy to swallow."

"Normally I'd take you up on that, but I don't think I can get my mind off those tits of yours. Much nicer than Tiffany's. I still won't believe your cock-sucking skills until I actually experience them, you know."

"I know. Don't worry - you won't be disappointed. By the time I'm through, I bet you won't even remember her name."

"Care to make it interesting?" James and I had always loved to make silly bets. This just happened to be the first time we'd made one over cock-sucking.

"Sure, the usual?" Nothing exciting, I assure you - the winner of the bet would buy drinks the next time we went out. Somehow, though, in this scenario, my heart was pounding with anticipation.

"Works for me," he replied, his hand grazing my thigh and his fingers exploring up under my dress. Without a care to whether anyone was watching or could see, I squeezed his cock as his hand reached my panties and felt my wetness. "Let's get out of here - my place?"

"Sounds great. Your car?"

"After you, sexy girl."

Luckily, his house was only about a half-mile away. I stroked him slowly and gently through his pants the whole trip, as he fondled my tits with his free hand, smiling as he made me squeal when he pinched my nipples. Having been to his house many times before, I knew exactly where to go to turn on some soft music, as he turned on a few lights.

James stripped, tossing his clothes aside and sitting down on the couch. Leaving my shoes on - very much part of the slutty look, after all - I slowly unzipped and then pulled down my dress as I walked across the room towards him. By the time I reached him, I was down to bra and panties and four-inch heels. Before dropping to my knees, I straddled him on the couch and gave him a slow, sultry lap dance. His cock was soon jutting out from his body, but I continued my slow and steady motions, rubbing my body against his, burying his face in my tits as he fondled them. I won't exaggerate just for the sake of it - his was not the biggest cock I'd ever seen - but it was an impressive 7 inches, and just the right girth. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like buried in my pussy - although I knew that wasn't the task at hand, so I pushed that thought out of my head for the time being.

When I sensed he couldn't take this much longer, I climbed off and dropped to my knees on the floor before him. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and began toying with his balls with my other hand. I then began licking, slowly, from base to tip, all around his long, hard cock until it was gleaming with my saliva, wet enough to begin stroking it gently. All the while, my eyes never left his - although his did leave mine long enough to fiddle with my bra, pulling my breasts out of the cups so that he could fondle them more directly.

I now took the tip into my mouth, licking gently, as my hands continued to stroke and fondle him. He pinched my nipples hard, and I gasped, glaring at him momentarily, but continued, and he seemed pleased that I could take a little pain while still focusing my attention on his needs. Taking my time, moving slowly, I gradually took more and more of his length into my mouth, using my hands more to tickle his balls than to stroke his shaft. Any doubt he may have had that I could handle his entire length was now gone, as I held him deep in my throat for several seconds, and he arched his back in pleasure, his head falling back against the sofa.

"God, yes, Dani, that's incredible. Please keep going, just like that."

Encouraged by his words, I now began moving a bit faster, but still took his entire length into my throat with each stroke. Before much longer, I could sense that he was moving closer to orgasm, and after what he'd mentioned about Tiffany, I decided it was time to back off, let him come down from that plateau of pleasure, and build him up again from another position.

"I have an idea, James, follow me."

Grabbing a few pillows from the sofa, I took his hand and pulled him towards the dining room, where I put the pillows on the table. I asked him to help me out of my bra as I stepped out of my panties. Naked now except for my sexy heels, I climbed on to the table, lay down on my back, and let my head fall backwards over one edge. Immediately getting the idea - great minds think alike, after all - he put a pillow under my neck to cushion it against the edge of the table, and positioned himself so that he could fuck my mouth from this new position.

As I slowly took his entire length into my mouth once again, he began fondling my breasts once more, this time positioned within easy reach. As I gasped for air, this position forcing his hard cock even deeper into my throat, he reached further down with one hand and began gently slapping my clit and pussy lips. My gasps for air were now combined with gasps of pleasure, and I focused all of this energy on his cock. I could no longer keep him in my throat, so my hands once again returned to assist. I formed a gentle grasp and began stroking him furiously, panting with pleasure as his hands once again focused entirely on my breasts, squeezing both of my nipples firmly.

With his expert fingers no longer pushing me towards orgasm, I was able to focus my breath once again and begin taking more of his length. From this position, I was able to lick his balls at the bottom of each stroke, and this new sensation seemed to bring him once again to the brink of pleasure. I reached behind my head with both hands and cradled his balls, stroking and kneading them as he was now furiously pounding into my mouth. He once again reached a hand down to my pussy and slapped gently a few times, before returning his attention to my breasts, clutching one in each hand as he fucked my mouth.

Just before he was about to reach his climax, he stopped, helped me down from the table, and I knelt before him, waiting for my prize - the cum all over my tits that he had promised. Hoping to spur him on, I reached two fingers down to my pussy, plunged inside, and pulled them out, glistening. As I brought them to my mouth and licked my own juices, my eyes once again locked on his.

"Yes, Dani, that's it, I'm going to cum! Show me your breasts, hold them up for me!"

I did as I was told, grabbing one of my breasts in each hand and proudly holding them up on display, targets for his cum. At that moment, he jerked and shot a first load, which splattered against my chest. I leaned back in pleasure at the feeling of the hot, sticky goo dripping down my breasts. But he wasn't done - by the time he had finished, he had covered me with at least two or three times the cum of that first load. Some landed on my face, dripping down my chin and hitting my breasts once more.

When he had recovered, he helped me to my feet, and he worked to slowly, one finger-load at a time, feed his cum to me. "You said you wanted to swallow, so I don't want to let you down."

"Thank you, so considerate!" We both laughed.

"So, James, how did I rate, compared to what's her name..."

"Um, yeah, what was her name again? I think you knocked one right out of the park. She's a distant memory. Whatever her name was. I do remember that she was blonde, though."

I gave him a fake slug in the shoulder. He always did like to tease me about blondes...

"So, Dani, just one of the guys, huh? I don't think so..."

"Yeah, well, that can be our little secret."

9/9/09

"On a Wednesday???"

At first, Jenny wasn't much impressed with my idea to go out that night after work to celebrate.

"Well, yeah, there's not much point in celebrating 9/9/09 unless we actually do something, well, on 9/9/09! Come on, it'll be fun. It's been too long since we've gone out - let me call Anna too, it'll be the three of us, just like old times!"

I knew Anna would be more into the idea - not only was she usually the one trying to get us to go out for drinks, but I knew she'd be into my idea - using today's calendar oddity as an excuse to party. Even if she would tease me later about falling for all that numerology stuff. Hey, what are friends for?

"Oh, heck yeah, absolutely! I'll meet you there at 7," Anna replied when I got her on the phone and pitched my idea. "That'll give us time to go home first, and get dressed up - to the nines!"

I chuckled at her joke, thanked her for playing along, and called Jenny back. The second time around, she didn't take much convincing. It was all set. We'd meet at our favorite watering hole, enjoy a few drinks, and see what action we could find.

The three of us - Jenny, Anna, and I - had become fast friends when we met in college, shared an apartment together after moving out of the dorms for our senior year, and were doing our best to stay in touch a few years later, now that our lives had taken us in three different directions. Three different employers, three different apartments in different parts of the city. Over the years, we'd supported each other through challenges with family, school, and careers, not to mention various relationships. Right now, we all happened to be single, which is why I'd frankly been looking for an excuse for us to go out again as a trio. It was about time we all got a little action - and if we didn't happen to find that on a Wednesday evening, at least we'd have a good time.

It wasn't unusual for us to get a lot of attention when we went out together. Jenny has the body of a supermodel - tall and lean, with unbelievably perfect legs, and long blonde hair - natural, of course - and big blue eyes. Anna is equally gorgeous, if a completely different type. She's petite - a good six inches shorter than Jenny - but curvy, with olive skin, deep brown eyes, and thick wavy black hair. For some reason - maybe because we're all so different - we were never jealous of each other. I mention that as I share the fact that Anna and Jenny had always agreed that I was the 'hottie' of the group.

I'm 5'6", with a lean, firm body - and, I've been told by more than just a few guys, luscious tits. I have natural red hair which I wear long, half-way down my back, freckles across my nose, and big green eyes. Oh, and my name's Maxine, by the way - but everyone calls me Max.

We were enjoying an Indian summer, so even though it was September, with the stores already stocked for Halloween, we were dressed as if it was a warm evening in July. Jenny showed up in a blue, flowered sundress that matched her eyes, fitted around her torso with a full, flowing skirt. Anna was showing off her gorgeous dark skin in a tailored summery silk suit - a red sleeveless vest and matching shorts. I decided to go with an ivory-colored silk blouse, leaving the top two buttons undone, perfect-fitting jeans, and heels higher than I would normally wear.

We greeted each other as we arrived, found our usual table, and ordered a round of drinks as we chatted, catching up since we'd last seen each other a few weeks back. For the first hour or so, we behaved ourselves, our conversation centering around work, old inside jokes, and the fact that the bar was completely devoid of any action on a Wednesday night. Before long, though, we ordered another round, and our tongues loosened. We really were good girls, but part of our fun when going out was always to pretend to be a bit naughtier than we really were, and see what we could, um, bring up among the men in the bar.

"Alright, girls," I said loud enough for those around us to hear, "I think we should decide what we're going to do tonight to celebrate 9/9/09. You realize, right, that it's the last time for almost a century that we'll see repeating dates like this?"

"Yeah, so?" Jenny polished off her second beer and ordered another.

"Well, so, I was wondering - who's up for a nine-incher?"

Anna smiled, and chimed in, "or maybe a nine-way?"

A few heads began turning our way, and we chuckled to ourselves as the guys who were there with their girlfriends either had to move further away from us, or surreptitiously find an excuse to move closer.

"Or, if you're into the whole BDSM thing, there's always a cat o'nine tails," Jenny added.

A guy at the bar practically gave himself whiplash as he turned to look at her. She simply raised her glass and gave him a wink. We broke down into hysterical laughter.

When we recovered, I continued with our fun, using my Blackberry to visit UrbanDictionary.com. "Let's see what else I can find that we might try... ooh, have you ever heard the term 'niner shiner'? Apparently that's a whore or slut, kind of like you, Anna!"

"Hey, come on," she replied in mock horror at my racy comment.

"And hey, look at this," I said, as both of my friends leaned in to see my cell, "a detailed description of exactly how to have a nine-way!"

Jenny read aloud, much to the amusement of several guys at the bar, "quite possibly the most sex anybody can have with a woman at once and keep it satisfying for everyone. This little-known sexual "position" consists of eight guys and one woman for a total of nine people. The penises are allocated as follows: one in her mouth, one in her vagina, one in her rectum, one for each of her hands (making two), one for each of her feet (making two as well), and finally, one between her breasts. Needless to say, this requires some careful manoevering among the men in order to prevent knees and elbows from accidentally ending up in people's faces..."

Her voice trailed off, drowned out by our laughter. None of us noticed as the man approached our table, as we continued to collapse in laughter at the image of all these people trying to avoid elbowing each other in the face as they attempted to create a wild orgy. She managed to finish the silly definition - "as long as all of the above mentioned holes/surfaces are filled, it is an nine-way" - just as I looked up and noticed the man standing directly behind Anna, smiling in clear enjoyment at our enjoyment, and clearly not intimidated one bit by our feigned naughtiness.

"Well, hello there," I said, smiling back at him, "I'm Max, and these are my friends Anna and Jenny. Is there something we can do for you?"

"Well, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, and I'm thinking there's actually something I can do for you."

"Oh, really? And what would that be?" I waited for him to shift his gaze to Jenny or Anna for long enough that I could check him out. He was undeniably handsome, with an athletic build. He had clearly come to the bar that evening directly from work, as he was wearing a beautifully tailored suit. Talk about dressed to the nines. His five-o-clock shadow was catching up with him now that it was after 8pm, always a good look on a sexy guy. The seasoned lines around his deep blue eyes, and his salt-and-pepper hair, made me guess he was in his early 40s, although in he clearly had more than enough confidence to approach our table of 20-something hotties.

Jenny interrupted before he could answer, "I don't see you here with five other guys, so presumably you're not going to proposition us with a nine-way?"

"No, nothing so crass. Besides, that many guys would just get in the way when I'm pleasuring a young lady so lovely as yourself. My name's Jesse, by the way."

Jenny was taken aback by his forwardness, so Anna took up the slack in the conversation. "Alright, so what then? What can you, all by yourself, do for us lovely young ladies?"

"Well, it was a pleasure to hear that you're out celebrating 9/9/09, just like I am. I'm surprised more people aren't taking advantage of the excuse to get out. But perhaps it's because they can't imagine the possibilities quite as well as you or I. If you're up for it, I can offer you the nine-incher you're so curious to experience."

"Just her, or all of us?" I figured he was bluffing, so I might as well be the one to call it.

"Well, that depends. I'm willing to go the whole nine yards, keep the three of you on cloud nine for the rest of the night. But I get this feeling you're just bluffing. I'm not going to invest my evening in this adventure until I'm sure you're for real."

Wow, now he was the one calling my bluff. I decided to go for it. I wasn't sure whether Jenny and Anna would go along with me, but hey, if they didn't, I'd have this guy all to myself for the evening! I hoped they would, though - after all, going off with a stranger felt a bit safer if the three of us stuck together.

"Oh, I'm for real, I assure you. And my friends are too, right girls?"

"Um," Anna began uncertainly, "sure, what the hell. You in, Jenny?"

"If you both are, I'm not missing out!"

"Just one thing, Jesse," I looked deep into his eyes, "my pussy has nine lives, just like the saying goes. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Ah, a challenge from the lovely redhead. I thrive on challenge, it'll be my pleasure. Let's go."

"Oh, jeez," I whispered to Anna, "what has my big mouth gotten me into this time..."

We walked with him out to the parking lot, agreed to follow him to his apartment, and watched him get into his dark green Jaguar convertible with a vanity plate that read 'CHECKM8'. Hmm, a sign? We looked at each other in a bit of shock, a bit of uncertainty, but quickly agreed that we might as well see where this would lead, and followed him, a line of four cars taking the few blocks to his apartment slowly, carefully, as we were all a bit on the tipsy side.

His apartment was stunning, a top-floor unit in an old but recently restored building with high ceilings, hardwood floors, and lots of gorgeous detail. He told us to make ourselves comfortable on the sofa as he turned on a few lights and lit a few candles. He'd be right with us, he said.

"What the hell was that back there, Max, the pussy with the nine lives? You realize you'll never live that down, whether it turns out to be true or not?!?"

I smiled broadly. "Come on, Jenny, don't you realize it's a win-win either way? If he can actually bring me that much pleasure, and if I can actually manage to cum nine times before collapsing in exhaustion, cool. If not, it still sounds like a pretty hot evening, don't you think? Come on, we got this far, let's just see where things lead."

"Um," Anna broke into the conversation, after being silent from the moment we left the parking lot, "aren't you guys worried that this might be a little awkward? I mean, I love you guys, but what if..."
"Sex ruins the friendship?" I laughed at her, then, realizing she was seriously concerned, changed my tone. "Don't worry, Anna. This doesn't make us lesbians, you know - we're just three friends about to enjoy an evening with the same man."

Before she could respond, Jesse returned and sat down on the coffee table, facing us. "So, you girls ready? Come on, admit it, you do this all the time, right? The three of you pick up a guy and have your way with him?"

"No, honestly, Jesse," I replied in all seriousness, "this is a first for us. But if you've seriously got nine inches there," I reached out and stroked his crotch as I talked, "and you're up for bringing me to multiple orgasms, we're good enough friends to try anything together!"

"Alright, then! But hey," pushing my hand away, "if I'm going to come even close to meeting your challenge, we're going to start with you, not me. Jenny, Anna, follow my lead."

He put his hands on my knees, uncrossing my legs and spreading them apart. His hands moved down to my feet, pulling off my heels and tossing them aside. My friends were still just sitting on either side of me, unsure of what to do next, but as he continued to undress me, they joined in, the excitement of the moment outweighing the awkwardness. They worked together to unbutton my blouse and pull it off, and then began massaging my tits through the fabric of my bra. After massaging my clit through the fabric of my jeans, Jesse now worked to pull me out of them, as Anna reached around to unclasp my bra. Soon, I was wearing nothing but my panties, with three fully-clothed people surrounding me, fondling me.

Embarrassed as I am to admit it, I have to share, for the reader doing the math, that I came almost immediately when his hand finally pushed aside the fabric of my panties and he touched my pussy lips directly. It must have been the combination of sensations that pushed me over the edge so quickly - the accumulated excitement of the evening, the fact that Anna and Jenny were each sucking one of my tits, and the expert touch of his big, strong hands. He kept stroking me as I came, my juices flowing freely. After a few moments, he switched hands, giving Anna and Jenny each an opportunity to lick my juices from his fingers, breaking any last bit of ice that might still have remained between us.

His fingers now began to reach inside of me, and I groaned with pleasure, sliding lower on the sofa to give him better access as my friends continued to focus on my breasts. He began thrusting one finger in and out of my dripping pussy with a regular rhythm, before finally adding a second finger, and then a third. I pressed against him with each of his strokes to increase the depth, and exploded in another orgasm when he began flicking two fingers of his other hand rapidly across my clit. I screamed out until Anna silenced me with a kiss, a moment that might have felt strange if I weren't so overcome with pleasure. Instead, I eagerly played with her tongue as she thrust it into my mouth and I rode out the waves of pleasure.

Once again, Jesse just continued his attention to my pussy, pushing me steadily towards another climax rather than allowing me to rest. Not that I was complaining. It was now his tongue, rather than his fingers, that explored my clit and pussy. As I writhed beneath him, Jenny reached over me to kiss Anna, and I fondled their tits, which were meeting in front of my face. Their moans now joined mine, and after just a few more moments, I came once again, this time covering Jesse's face with my juices.

He stood up, red-faced and hair messed, and said, "How's that for a start, Max? Why don't you rest a bit while I pay some attention to your beautiful friends here."

"Whatever you say, Jesse," I replied breathlessly, still recovering from my latest climax. I stood up, finally removed my panties, and stepped back to watch as he went to work on them. I did need a break, but I also knew how exciting it would be to watch the three of them together. Anna and Jenny stood up and helped each other out of their clothes, soon standing naked before each other and Jesse, who sat between them on the sofa.

My two gorgeous friends embraced, pressing their naked bodies together and rubbing against each other, as Jesse placed one hand on each woman's pussy and began fondling them. It wasn't long before they were both squealing with pleasure, their occasional moans stopped only when their lips joined in a passionate kiss. Their threesome went on like this for a few minutes more, before I couldn't hold back any longer, and tried to join in.

"Ah, Max, so you're ready for more action?" Jesse smiled up at me from the sofa, continuing to finger my friends. "Well then, why don't you all join me in the bedroom."

He led us down the hall, and as soon as we arrived, he asked Anna and I to climb up on the bed. "Nothing I like more than watching two women pleasure each other in a 69 - you ever tried that?"

Anna and I looked at each other, old friends with eyes filled with lust. Neither of us had, with anyone, much less each other, but we weren't about to refuse. As we worked ourselves into the position with Anna on top, Jesse quickly undressed down to his boxers, and motioned for Jenny to kneel in front of him. A few moments later, we heard her gasp, and both looked in her direction.

"Yikes, I think you really are nine inches!"

"What did I tell you? Now, take me into your mouth."

He moaned in pleasure, and Anna and I went back to work, gently exploring one another with our tongues. As Jenny struggled to take even half of Jesse's cock into her mouth, he gave Anna further instructions. "Remember, Anna, I'm going to need everyone's help to give Max what she wants tonight. I'm counting on you to make her cum - but let me give you a little help."

He was standing close enough to the bed to reach out and touch Anna, and he gave her a couple of firm slaps on the ass followed by a gentle kneading of her flesh, then a few more slaps. With each stroke of his hand, Anna gasped breathlessly and worked her tongue and fingers even more furiously on my pussy. His approach worked, with Anna's excitement spurring her to work faster and harder, which in turn led me to moan into her pussy as well. Before much longer, we were both writhing in pleasure - my fourth orgasm of the night, and Anna's first - we clung to each other, continuing to lick gently even as we rode out the final waves of pleasure, before finally collapsing to the bed, spent.

"Nice work, Anna! Oh, and you too, Jenny - look how hard you've made me!"

Anna gasped now as she looked up and saw his hard cock, free from Jenny's mouth for the first time. "My turn," she exclaimed gleefully, and climbed off the bed and down to her knees in front of him.

"Wow, gotta love that enthusiasm! OK, Jenny, I'm counting on you to deliver another one for Max! How about another 69 for my... Oh, god, Anna, that's incredible!"

Jenny and I both watched as Anna displayed incredible skill in taking Jesse's cock almost entirely into her mouth, just beginning to gag at about 7 or 8 inches. Jenny and I sat up on the bed and watched for a few moments, awed by our friend's hidden talent, before the hotness of the situation finally got to us and we couldn't resist positioning ourselves to eat each other out. I was determined to bring Jenny pleasure by applying what I'd learned so far that evening about going down on another woman - much to my delight, I had her moaning in pleasure after just a few moments.

As I nuzzled her clit and thrust two fingers in and out of her pussy, Jenny erupted above me, covering my face with her juices and crying out with language I'd never heard from my friend. "Shit, yes, Max, that's so hot! Keep fucking me with your fingers, yes, yes, yessssssss...."

When she could no longer speak, and as she began to recover from her climax, she wrapped her lips around my pussy and sucked, then grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands to lift me up and began thrusting her tongue in and out of me, over and over again with unbelievable endurance, until I couldn't hold back any longer and finally came.

I was so spent at this point in the evening that I almost didn't notice at first, but Anna was simultaneously bringing Jesse to a climax. When Jenny finally climbed off me, and I sat up, I was treated to a great show as Anna was taking Jesse entirely into her mouth in long, slow strokes. As he approached his climax, he began thrusting faster and more shallow, before finally pulling out entirely and covering Anna's beautiful dark skin with a huge load of cum. He collapsed to the bed and watched as Jenny and I gathered around Anna and licked every last bit of cum off of her, each of us getting to enjoy a bit of Jesse's taste as Jenny and I shared a bit of his cum with Anna in kisses.

After a few minutes of watching us, Jesse was once again stroking himself and motioned for me to join him on the bed. Jenny and Anna watched as Jesse brought me into a 69 position once again. I lay flat on the bed, my legs spread wide for him, and he climbed on top of me, immediately burying his face in my pussy and presenting me with his hardening cock, which I took into my hands and began fondling while I licked his balls.

He varied his touch from the first time he pleasured me with his tongue, this time making long, slow strokes from my clit down past my pussy, as his fingers began gently probing my ass. I was now taking both his balls in my mouth and sucking gently as I continued to stroke his cock, but after just a few more moments of his attention, I began to lose concentration. My hands fell away from his cock as I screamed out my pleasure, my throbbing pussy succumbing to yet another orgasm. He thrust one finger deep into my ass just as I reached my climax, and cum squirted from my pussy, much to the delight of my sqealing friends, who helped Jesse lick it from my wet, hot skin.

It was once again time for me to have a break, although this time I was so exhausted that I stayed on the bed, curling up on one end as Jesse proceeded to take things to another level with my friends while I watched. He encouraged the two women to scissor each other, and they immediately caught on, rubbing against each other and quickly beginning to moan with pleasure. Jesse reached in and fondled whatever he could reach as they writhed beneath him on the bed - clits, nipples, tiny little assholes - and once again I could tell that Jesse wasn't pressing toward climax for any of them, he was merely buying time while I recovered.

Soon, the sight of my two hot friends rolling around on the bed, wrapped in a tight embrace, was enough to bring me back into action, and I joined Jesse in fondling their tits, until he finally decided we were ready for the climax of our evening.

"Now, I know you girls all want to feel this huge cock of mine inside of you, right?"

"Oh, god yes," Jenny answered immediately, "I thought you'd never ask!"

"Well, you'll each get your chance. But by my math, we still owe Max three more orgasms, if she can handle them. If I fuck you girls to your heart's content, can you help me out with Max again?"

"No problem," Anna said in mock seriousness as if we were in a business meeting, "I'll be happy to take on that assignment."

We all laughed, and Jesse claimed Jenny as his first pussy to fuck, guiding us into a position where she could also pleasure me. I lay in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide, while Jenny stood at the edge of the bed facing me, legs apart, pussy ready for the taking from behind. She fingered me for a few moments before Jesse pressed slowly into her, picking up her thrusts into my pussy as he did the same with hers. She cried out, once again surprising me with her uncharacteristically dirty mouth, once he bottomed out inside of her, obviously filling her more fully than she had ever experienced before.

"Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee!"

Before long, she collapsed into the bed, face down, before Jesse reminded her with a few gentle slaps on the ass that she still had a job to do. She immediately proceeded to take out all of her boiling excitement on my pussy, nibbling my clit as she panted against my pussy and plunged in and out of me with two fingers at the same ridiculous pace that Jesse was using to pound into her from behind. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, and the site of my gorgeous friend's blonde head bobbing around on my pussy while Jesse pounded into her from behind finally sent me over the edge.

"God yes, that's it, I'm cummmming! Fuck her, Jesse, fuck her!" I collapsed once again to the bed, and watched as Jenny reached her climax as well, amazed at Jesse's stamina to keep pounding into her without reaching his own orgasm.

Before long, it was Anna's turn. She wanted to be in a slightly different position, and so climbed onto the bed with me, lying down with her head on the pillows, and wrapping her legs around Jesse as he climbed on as well. As he took his time pushing into her tight little pussy inch by inch, I climbed on top of Anna as well, sitting on her face. She licked me out for a few moments, but then pushed me away as she couldn't breathe and was gasping out in pleasure at the deep thrusts inside her pussy.

I scooted down the bed a bit, and lowered myself down onto one of Anna's beautiful tits, rubbing my clit against her hard nipple. Jesse leaned forward and kissed me, then squeezed my own nipples hard, as I began to rub against Anna's tit hard. I had never even imagined doing something so naughty, and was amazed at the intensity of the sensations, as it was almost as if I could feel Jesse's thrusts into Anna reverberating back into my own pussy as I pressed against her.

Jenny, who had been watching, came over and took Jesse's place pinching and squeezing my nipples, hard, as he returned his full focus to Anna's juicy pussy. I watched him press slowly in and out of her, enjoyed the variety of sensations as Jenny's hands left my nipples raw, but Anna's soft skin rubbed gently against my clit, and soon I was overcome once again. At this point in the evening, I had no concept of how many orgasms I'd experienced, but just knew that it was more pleasure than I'd ever imagined. The one thing I did know was that I still had Jesse's cock in my pussy to look forward to - the one sensation I hadn't experienced yet that evening.

As my mind was wandering with all these thoughts, and I was coming down from my latest climax, I felt Anna begin to writhe beneath me, and pulled my weight off of her chest just in time to watch her cum. Jesse pulled out, his cock rock hard, throbbing, and covered with her juices, and fingered her clit through the last waves of her climax, before she finally rolled over, contented.

We were all silent for a few moments, but my eyes were locked on Jesse's. "My turn?"

"Your turn. By my count, that's eight for you, one for me - how about one last for each of us?"

"Works for me, I've been lusting after that cock of yours all night."

With my friends once again watching, Jesse and I changed positions one last time. He was now on his back, his head on the pillows, and my two sexy naked friends sitting next to him. I climbed on top of him, facing him, and lowered myself oh-so-slowly onto his giant, throbbing cock. I knew that it would be an amazing sensation, and I wasn't disappointed, even after all the other wonderful sensations I'd already experienced that night. His cock was at least a couple of inches longer than any I'd ever had buried inside of me, and especially from this position, riding him from above, I was able to make the most of the feeling of fullness.

I lasted as long as I could, but knew it wouldn't be more than a few minutes, and I doubted he'd need much longer either, after furiously fucking both my friends. I moved us as gradually as I could - first making strokes of just a few inches over a period of two or three seconds, then after a few minutes, I had worked us to a furious pace, as I slid up and down his entire length every second, my ass slapping against his thighs each time I came down on him.

"Are you ready, Max? Tell me when you're there, I want to cum with you..."
Once again, I was amazed by his stamina and control. I glanced at Jenny and Anna, and even though I gave them no verbal instruction, it was clear they understood. They moved closer to me and each took hold of one of my breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples and bringing me to the verge of one final climax for that night.

"Yes, god yes, that's it! Jesse, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cummmmmmm!"

As soon as the words left my lips, I felt him jerk beneath me and shoot his load deep into my pussy. His motion pushed me over the edge, and I felt my whole body spasm, overwhelmed with a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. My friends supported my weight as I rode out the incredible peak of pleasure, Jesse's cock beginning to wither inside of me as it was covered with my flowing juices.

The four of us all fell to the bed, exhausted and completely satisfied.

"Well, girls, you're welcome to stay as long as you like. I'm going to hop in the shower. Perhaps we should do this again sometime? I'll let you decide amongst yourselves if anyone else wants to challenge my stamina."