Deep Sea Detectives

I wanted him. I could see him sitting there, across the bar, smoking his cigar and looking widely disinterested at the typical goings on. He was a stranger to the area. I was local enough to recognize that much, his leather vest over a plaid flannel shirt, worn blue jeans and cowboy boots.
I licked my lips at the sight of the boots.
Jason was there with me, following my eyes as it was my turn to shoot and I hadn’t done so yet. We are so competitive when it comes to pool, that is, unless one of us gets distracted.
“You can either drool at him all night or you can go over there,” Jason said casually as he leaned against the table. “Either way. It’s your turn to shoot.”
I nodded and pulled my eyes away long enough to make the shot.
I missed.
“Go.” He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me forward. I handed him my cue and left him behind.
Jason and I had dated a while ago. It just happened to wind up that we made much better friends than we did lovers, although that didn’t stop us from indulging every now and again at a weak moment.
I was having a weak moment but it had nothing to do with Jason.
It was mid-way on my way over to him that I realized I had nothing to say. I wasn’t good at hitting on men and I could tell that tonight was going to be one of those nights that even my meager recourses left me.
I continued to walk, however.
He noticed me as I stopped a few feet away.
Somehow, I got up the courage to walk over to him and although my tongue felt as though it had been tied in knots, I managed to speak. “Can I buy you a beer?”
This line is especially brilliant since he already had a full bottle in hand.
“Sure.” He downed the last of his bottle and set it aside. “Sit.”
I did so, rubbing my hands on my blue jeans and looking around. Familiar faces ignored me per usual, the only eyes upon me belonged to that of Jason, who was doing his damnedest to look disinterested as he knocked the rest of the balls into their slots.
“I’m Logan.” He offered his hand and I took it.
“Jenna.” I replied, shaking his hand, trying to seem cool and failing miserably. “I want to get out of here.”
He paused for a moment and then motioned to the door. “Then leave.”
“I want you to come with me.”
He nodded in Jason’s direction. “Won’t your boyfriend get mad?”
“He isn’t my boyfriend.” I responded automatically, the answer actually prepared for the question that was always forthcoming.
“Okay.” He rose to his feet and I to mine, my heart beating a mile a minute as we passed through the crowd and to the main doors.
The night air was cool, but not crisp, and the stars out in full array. Being in the country did have its benefits. I kept walking and he kept up along side of me as the Pipeline disappeared behind us.
“You know what you’re doing?” He asked me as we walked.
“Yup.” It was a straight answer. I did. I had never done this before but I did know what I was doing. I’d heard of other people doing this and now it was my chance. I led him out back, to the quiet and dark lot where the cars were parked.
“This way.” He grabbed my hand and led me to his truck. The bed of the truck was shielded from the sky by a raised cap in back and I could see that it was outfitted for sleep.
“You want this?” He asked me, giving me my last out.
“Yeah.” I put my hands on his vest, bunched them up tight, and pulled him to me. I kissed him hard and long, the best way I knew how, my tongue playing with his.
He tasted like smoke and beer.
I imagined I tasted much the same.
His hands found a home on my hips and pulled me closer to him, rubbing his erection against my middle. I kept kissing him, doing my best to impress him with my skill. His hands found their way to my breasts, muscular fingers with thick knuckles caressing, kneading, and teasing.
“Enough.” He breathed against my ear.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I spread my legs and did a bit of rubbing of my own, teasing him. I could hear him growl as he broke the kiss and put his hands on my ass, helping me push myself backwards underneath the rim and into the padding.. I started to kick off my own cowboy boots and move my fingers to my blue jeans, struggling to remove them as well.
I looked up to see his hands going for his own belt. I won the race, having been given a head start, and kicked a leg of my jeans free. That wound up being all we needed. He put a hand to my crotch and groaned as he felt my wet underwear. I gritted my teeth and swore under my breath not only at his touch but upon realizing I’d worn the pair with daises.
Who the hell tries to seduce a man wearing daises?
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice or mind. Instead he thrust his finger inside of me, sliding in on my wetness, and it was my turn to moan. He worked it back and forth, thumb riding my clit, and I felt my first orgasm build. The free hand was on my breast, freeing it from my button down shirt and bra to suck upon the nipple.
He was far from gentle.
I was in heaven.
The flooding that began must have triggered some primal switch because he freed his dick and was teasing me with it. I couldn’t see it and I suppose that wound up being for the best because I had no clue of his size until he started to rub, and then enter me.
Even though I was wet, it took him a bit to work it in and he growled the whole time.
I did what anyone would do when being attacked by an animal you can’t escape; I layed there and let it go.
He finally worked his head in me and took a deep breath… he pulled up his shirtsleeve and I found my mouth full of flannel. “Don’t make a sound.”
With a quick thrust he was inside and the sound he didn’t want me to make almost escaped the cloth. Tears streamed down my face as the pain set in, the burning sensation, and I could feel myself go dry. I had never been so full. I can’t explain the pressure upon my flesh imposed upon by his tool. I thought childbirth had to be easier.
“Come on, sugar.” He worked it in and out, and to my surprise I grew wet again.
I was further mystified when pain turned to pleasure and I became wet once more.
As he thrust I found myself moaning into that shirt and when he removed the flannel to kiss me I licked my lips and had at him, my arms reaching around to hold him, my legs spread eagle, feet in the air.
He pulled me down more, raised my legs, and got in deeper than anything had ever been before. I felt him bottom out at my cervix and winced with the sweet pain.
Nothing before or since has ever felt so good.
I was drenched once more, my legs spread as far apart as possible to allow him maximum entry as he slammed himself into me again and again. My nails worked their way under his shirt and I scratched the hell out of him. We reached climax at roughly the same time, he growled as he let go and I could have whooped for joy.
When we were done he eased himself out of me and I could feel the cum dribbling out from between my soaked legs. He shrugged out of his vest and handed me his shirt to clean myself up with. I did so, not looking at him, not looking at much of anything. When I was done I noticed bits of blood but nothing serious. I tried to hand it back to him.
He shook his head. “Keep it, Kitten. I’ll come back for it later.”
He zipped his jeans up and took a moment to wrap an arm around my waist and pull me to him. The kiss was long and slow, so deep I had to grab his shirt with my free hand. I felt like I was falling.
“I’ll be back for you too, sugar.”
I stumbled away when he let me go and he walked around to the cab, shirtless, moon drenching his muscular back and tight ass. He got inside, started up the engine, and I had to step away to let him pull out. He backed up until he was even with me and looked me straight in the eye.
“Stay safe.” He pulled away and I stood awkwardly in a cloud of exhaust, tasting it and him upon my lips.
When I returned to the bar alone, Jason was waiting for me in one of the booths.
“So, how did it go?” He looked me over, raising a brow at my disheveled appearance.
I set his shirt on the table and ran my hand across it. “He’ll be back for me.”

Writer’s Notes: This is the third and probably last adventure of Brittany and Jon. By the title you can see that she gets tempted three times in this story, including one that is very rough on her. But its not all Tommy even though most of it is. The story is in three parts and it wouldn’t be B&J without flashbacks.
So Enjoy:
The young woman twirled in time to the music playing from the boom box. Her dance movements caused her short skirt to fly up, showing off even more of her legs. Her dance looked a little strange as she maneuvered around the tables and chairs, for the nightclub she was dancing in was closed. She had an audience of only three men who watched her with the look of hungry wolves. She either didn’t notice their looks or didn’t care that they were after one thing from her.
As the dance continued, her movements grew more wanton and erotic. She leaned back pushing out her very nice looking boobs, a minute later she flipped her skirt up giving the three tantalizing glimpses of her panties and other times not so short peeks at her red and white underwear. She spun her way to the three, dancing close enough to be only inches away from touching them.
Her shoulder length blond hair continually bounced around, sometimes blocking her sight as she spun and kicked her legs up. Her pale red blouse even though modest for her, still allowed her breasts to jump in a most delightful way as she bounced. Her skirt wasn’t the shortest skirt in her wardrobe but the hem was still high enough to allow them to see her panties fully as it flared out when she spun around in place.
The dancer’s body was burning with excess energy. She had been promised that dancing would use up the energy that was starting to burn in her most intimate place, but so far it seemed to be making it worse. Her panties were soaked with the fluids being produced by the slit between her legs. The inside of her slit was starting to itch and burn almost uncontrollably, as it demanded that something long and hard be placed inside to satisfy the steadily increasing itch.
The problem was that her husband was not one of the three men so intently watching her. She didn’t know where he was and she didn’t care either, for the only thing she could think of was that he was not here to satisfy her sudden, burning desire.
She hadn’t started the evening feeling this way or planning to do this dance. She had gone out to an early dinner with a couple of friends. George and Linda who had been going together on and off, mostly on, since High school. They now seemed to be ready to get married. He was a handsome man with black hair almost to his shoulders. She was pretty, Hispanic, with hair past her shoulders, a good cheerleader in high school but recently had put on a few pounds. Jon had not gone with her since he had a date to help someone they knew. She had agreed to the early time because there was a surprise party later that evening for Susan, who had been one of her bridesmaids, and Susan’s brother Tommy. They had been both born in the same month, one year apart. Most of the time, their friends would celebrate their birthdays at the same time. Previous surprise parties had been ruined by word getting out so Edgar had told her about the party then made sure she told no one, explaining that he would tell everyone that was invited. That way no loose talking would ruin the surprise. This meant that even though she thought others at the dinner were going to the party, she didn’t ask or mention the party at all. Tommy, Susan’s brother, was making the rounds talking to people so there was a chance that he could hear something if she mentioned the party.
She chatted a while with her dinner mates even after their dishes were removed. As she expected, Tommy came over to say hi to her and the others at the table. He sat down and joined the discussion. After watching her fourth huge yawn, he motioned to a small can in his hand.
“This is a new energy drink, Pimp Juice, put out by some rap star. It will wake you up if you have plans for the evening.”
“I don’t think I need anything to wake me up.”
“This stuff is good; it’s guaranteed to wake you up… Here.” He held the can out to her, “I haven’t taken any sips out of it yet.
I was just carrying it around in case I got thirsty.”
She looked unsure as she said, “I don’t know.”
“It’s nothing bad even with that name. And as I said my lips have not touched the can. It might be a little warm but other than that it’s good.”
George said, “It couldn’t hurt. It is free after all and you have been yawning all throughout dinner.”
She reluctantly nodded, and then accepted the can. She took a sip, made a face, and started to put it down.
“Hey, that’s not enough. I realize it might taste a little crappy right now, but if you down it fast the taste won’t last long.”
“A little crappy?!” she said but then she put the can back to her lips; she did want to be awake for the party after all. She downed the whole can in two gulps but then almost threw it back up, the taste was that bad. She managed to keep it down.
“Yecch, I’m not sure if I should thank you or not but if it tastes that bad it won’t be selling much.”
“You can thank me after it energizes your body… and it will.”
Soon after he left, the dinner broke up. George and Linda took her home and she was disappointed not to see Jon. She tried calling him but his cell phone was off. She decided to go without him so she left heading for where the party was going to be. When she got to the night club, she was surprised to see only one other car in the parking lot. She went in anyway. She found Tommy there as well two other guys. One was Edgar, who had told her about the party. She didn’t know him all that well, except that he hung around with Tommy and Susan at times.
She looked around trying to see if there was anyone else, but there was no one. Edgar came over to her, said hi then quickly whispered that he must have told her the wrong time, but that the party would begin soon so she should stay. He also told her that Tommy had arrived early, so she shouldn’t say anything about the surprise.
She nodded and said hi to Tommy and the third guy, who she didn’t know. Tommy introduced him as Sam. She asked if Susan was around but Tommy said that she would be coming by later, after the crowds grew to see JonnsonTown.
She pretended to be excited about seeing them, since even though they were a smaller local band, they were good. It was about that point that she was starting to feel uncomfortable. It was too hot and she felt a slight itch between her legs. She realized the heat had started on the trip here, but it hadn’t gotten that noticeable ’till now.
“Is it just me or is it hot in here?”
“I’m Okay,” Tommy said.
The other two nodded.
“My face got a little hot in the car coming over here, but I thought it was the weather.”
Edgar said, “I hope you aren’t coming down with anything and have to leave early. It’s the only time JonnsonTown will be playing here for months.”
She nodded and sat down, but she just kept getting hotter. She tried flapping her blouse a little, but she didn’t want to do that too much with three guys there.
After a few minutes Tommy suggested, “If you are that hot you could take off your bra… that might help.”
She looked shocked so he quickly said, “I meant go in the bathroom and take it off. Your blouse should hide the fact that you have no bra on.”
She shook her head but a few minutes later as her face got even hotter, she made a fast trip to the bathroom where she peed and took off her bra, putting it in her purse. Soon after she got back to the table she had been sitting at she began to pace. She was energized. Not only was her body so full of energy she had to do something to use it up, but her pussy was getting wet and itchy. She sat for a moment trying to decide what to do. When the guys weren’t looking, she tried to rub her legs together for some relief. She even went back to the bathroom and rubbed her clit then pushed in two fingers trying to relieve that itch. It helped some for a few minutes but it came back.
It was soon after she got back that Tommy said, “Maybe that drink is giving you too much energy, you should try running around the dance floor to use up the energy,” here she shook her head no, “Or maybe… dance. Yeah that would use up the energy and not look funny.”
The other two guys agreed.
Sam said, “Yes, dancing would do the trick. It’s fun and it will use up any extra energy you have.”
He quickly walked over to another table where he reached under it and pulled out a boom box. He brought it to her table, set it down and pushed the play button. Throbbing music started, it was just the right type for a dance.
Tommy said “You’re going to have to dance or you’re going to start hopping up and down. I promise it will help.”
She reluctantly agreed since the itching in her loins had increased again. It was either try that or spend more time in the bathroom with her fingers inside her. She stood, went over to the middle of the dance floor where she begun to sway to the music, soon she was moving her feet in a step that fit the beat of the song. She twirled, bent over backwards in a gymnastic move that Jon liked to see her do and kicked out with first one, then the other foot.
Soon she abandoned herself to the dance getting more outrageous in her twirling and kicking. She knew that all three men probably were getting short glimpses of her panties, but she didn’t care at that point. She was hot and her body was screaming SEX. Her panties were very modest anyway. After that bad experience with Steve, she had been trying to wear less revealing clothes out in public.
Now, she was having a conflict with her conscience. Her body was telling her to let go and just dance as erotic as she could and let the guys see her legs and panties, but her mind was telling her to be careful. At one point, her conscience won and she sat down not wanting to dirty dance in front of the guys.
Tommy came to her and said in a nice soft voice, “Please dance some more. It’s my birthday and I would like to see you dance. I like to watch the way you move, you do it so well. I’ve seen a video of you dancing like that and I thought it was great. Please for my birthday, I’ve wanted to watch you dance for a long time.”
His voice was melodic and very soft. She could lose herself in that voice. She thought it wouldn’t do any harm so she got up and moved to the middle of the dance floor. Someone started the music at the beginning again. She started moving, and when she realized she was being too erotic she adjusted her movements.
She tried to compromise between the two, but she seemed slip into the erotic movements so easily. At one point she noticed it was a different song, she had been so much into her movements that she hadn’t noticed that the song had switched. This one was even wilder than the first song. It seemed to call out to her to dance sensually. Her arousal had grown again. She found herself staring at the guys’ crotches as she spun by them.
Jon wasn’t there and she needed him. She had already decided that when he walked in, she was taking him to the back for a quick fuck and a longer one once they got home. Two or three longer ones that is.
But he wasn’t there, and the only thing she could do was dance which was what she was doing. She suddenly ended the dance after she danced with her back to the guys, wiggling her butt suggestively then flipping up her skirt so they got a good glimpse of her panty covered bottom. She realized what she had just done and stopped.
“That didn’t help; I’m hotter than when I started.”
“Yes you are,” Tommy said breathlessly.
She looked at him puzzled but he said, “I mean, you look like it but come over here. There is something else that will help. It’s more extreme but it will scratch your itch.”
“I might try anything right now.”
“Good, I was hoping you would say that,” Tommy said.
She didn’t notice the other two vigorously nodding their heads. Brittany walked over to the three and looked up at Tommy.
He said, “Thank you that was a very nice birthday present. It was more energetic but not as long as the one I saw on the recording. It was very nice. I liked it.”
Edgar said, “That was nice, you do a good job dancing. I like the way you move and your legs are so pretty.”
Brittany felt like blushing but she was also in a predicament. Her panties were wet, soaked actually, from the way her slit was feeling. She couldn’t remember a time she was so hot or so wet. Maybe on her and Jon’s wedding night and once or twice since. When she did that role playing game with Jon, pretending to be a sixteen year old student at a Catholic school, she had been very wet. It not only had gotten Jon very aroused but her too. But she hadn’t itched as much then. Now though wasn’t the time to be dripping. She needed some type of release or she would be pulling off her panties to jam three fingers into her burning and itching pussy soon. The dance had made it worse, and now the compliments of the two guys had made her pussy almost a torrent. And her eyes kept going to the bulges in their pants. She tried fighting that, but she knew what those bulges were and the relief they afforded. It was all she could do to keep from rubbing her legs together to try to relieve herself that way.
While waiting for Tommy to say he wanted to say, she couldn’t help but feel the muscularity of the three men. She could smell their sweat and their manliness. It aroused her even more; she knew her nipples were standing out without even looking at them. She could feel the fabric of her blouse against those currently very sensitive nubs. The cloth felt good. She was glad she had taken off her bra, her boobs needed the freedom.
Tommy started speaking again in an easy, soft voice, “You looked very beautiful out on the dance floor Brittany. I loved to see how your legs moved. You are very graceful, very athletic.”
As his voice droned on drawing her into it with its soft melodic sound she nodded. Many people had told her over the years that she moved gracefully; even Jon had said that was one of the things that had attracted him to her. The thought of her husband though made her groan very softly for she needed him right now. A picture flashed through her mind of the last time they fucked. It had felt so good and right now she knew it would feel even better and with that growing itch, sex wasn’t just a pleasure it was turning into a need.
Just as if he had read her mind, Tommy mentioned Jon or had she thought of him because Tommy had said Jon’s name? She wasn’t sure now but her confusion only lasted a couple of seconds as her mind lost itself in Tommy’s voice again.
He was saying, “If Jon was here he could help you with another activity but he’s not,” She nodded, and he continued, “He’s helping my sister with her problem.”
Brittany was puzzled, “why would Jon be helping another woman with her itch?” She shook her head to clear the fogginess that seemed to be growing along with her need for relief.
She heard Tommy say in that gentle melodic tone, “Yes, He is over there with her helping Susan celebrate her birthday. I would like it a lot if you were to help me have what I’ve always wanted.”
She looked up at him. Then asked, “What can I give you?”
He smiled brightly and said, “Many things but one thing would help you at the same time… First take off your blouse so I can see those wonderful boobs of yours, second,” here he gently turned her head to look at the other two men, “Touch their bulges.”
She looked at him sharply not believing what she had just heard.
“I was wrong about the dance helping you with your body heating up but I promise you that this will help cool you down. It’s just what your body needs right now. Susan has had this problem too and this action helped her get over it. We don’t want Jon to know you’ve been this hot around other men he might think you did it with them. Not that he would care right now but he might later.”
Brittany shook her head not only to say no but to try to clear it. Tommy knelt down beside her.
“Please take off your top. I’ve wanted to see both of your boobs since I first saw you. I can tell they are so beautiful and sexy. I would love to feel them with my hands and to suck on your gorgeous nipples.”
His voice was drawing her into it and when he said the words ‘feel’ and ’suck’ her pussy quivered. It had never done that before. “God”, she thought. “My body wants it so bad, worse than I had ever wanted sex before, and if Jon is helping another woman, even if it was Susan’s birthday, and not his wife then why shouldn’t I get my need satisfied?” She looked at the two guys again. One’s bulge was noticeably bigger than the other. “God”, she thought. “He would be able to really reach the deepest part of my itch.” The guy with the larger cock rubbed it as she was looking. She licked her lips in anticipation. She turned as Tommy moved and she saw that he too was rubbing his crotch.
He said, “I’ve been so attracted to you that after that dance, I can barely keep from taking this out and wanking. Your beautiful body turns me on.”
She turned her head more and saw the third guy doing the same. He had a pleading look on his face like he wanted her to touch it real bad. Brittany licked her lips again. She felt her panties get even wetter. They were already soaked; she felt that she would be dripping down her legs soon. “If I didn’t have the panties on, I would be leaving drips on the floor,” she thought.
Suddenly though, she turned away from the tantalizing sight and hurried over to a chair, she sat facing away from the three men. “I can’t do that,” she thought.
She heard someone come up behind her. She felt like she should leave, but her eye sight seemed to be affected by whatever was making her foggy brained and uber turned on.
She thought, “God, I feel crappy, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m so turned on I would think I was catching the flu.”
The person behind her knelt down beside her.
“It really did help Susan when she had the same problem… maybe it’s some type of strange flu,” he said in his soft melodic voice.
She shook her head, willing to suffer to keep from hurting her marriage. She thought, “Jon where are you? I need you.” She may have spoken that in a whisper, she wasn’t sure but Tommy left.
A minute later she heard more footsteps like someone walking into the club, and then they came toward her. Again she felt a body kneel behind her.
A voice she knew said, “I’m here Brittany dear.”
She said “Jon?” in a very puzzled voice.
“Yes,” he said very softly, “I know why you feel this way and Tommy was right there is only one way to help you now.”
She felt hands grasp her and gently pull her up. She was then walked over to the two guys. This time they had their cocks out. She could see them in almost all their glory. She wondered when they had unzipped their pants, but she didn’t think long about that. That one guy was definitely bigger than Jon. She stared at that long, wide shaft. She allowed herself to be walked slowly over to the guys, until she stood right in front of them. She felt comfortable with Jon behind her. His body always felt just right against hers and now it turned her on big time. Even more than she already was.
That familiar voice said again, “Brittany dear you can touch them. It’s okay; I won’t hold it against you. You need the help that they offer you.”
Warning bells went off in her head but she ignored them as she took a step even closer, and reached out to the largest one. Her hand was shaking from the combination of overwhelming desire and confusion. Even with Jon saying that it was okay, it still went against her conscience. Brittany quickly glanced over her shoulder and saw hair on top of the Jon’s head go up and down as he nodded.

A chilled breeze blows through her open window and across her exposed skin. At first she doesn’t stir. It had been a warm day, and even in her deep sleep she thoroughly enjoyed the cool air. Rather than being wrapped in her soft comforter, she was wrapped around it. And the air caressing her bare back, flowing over the curves of her ass…so erotic, even in sleep, and she began moving her hips against the gathered blanket between her legs.
“It’s time to wake up, my dear.”
She hears the call, but can’t quite bring herself back to consciousness. It beckons. She rolls onto her back, half of her body still exposed to the night, and now the breeze attacks her stiffening nipple. A small moan escapes her lips, and it is enough to wake her. It is dark, late, the pale light of a waning moon pours through the window, casting blue-black light on her bed, her body. She’s always found moonlight sexy. Her left hand slips under her pillow as her right hand reaches down to her nether region. She gasps as her fingers slip easily over her slit. She loves waking up soaking wet.
“Yes, you’re soaked, you just woke up and you’re ready…and you want it, don’t you?”
She dips her middle finger between her pouting lips, and slowly begins rubbing her hardening clit. It slides too easily, and she can feel her juices sliding down to coat her ass. She tries to slow it down, to savor each slip and slide. She feels the head of her clit, swelled and so sensitive. She envisions it’s shape, fascinated that it so resembles a little penis…one different chromosome and she would be fisting herself right now. Her left hand comes out of hiding and descends onto her breasts, both nipples now nicely erect. How she loves being a woman. She is becoming more aroused, she tries consciously to keep her stroking steady, not to get too ahead of herself.
“That’s right, baby, it’s about the process, not the goal, that’s just a bonus.”
Her breathing is deep, accented with sensual moans that only turn her on even more. Her hips begin to gyrate in time with the ministrations of her hand.
“That’s my girl, you look so hot…you like that I watch you, don’t you?”
She moans, “yess.”
“I can feel your cells tingling, I can smell the cum on your hand, it’s dripping onto your sheets, you know. Taste yourself.”
Her hand raises to her other lips, and her clit immediately protests the sudden stop in stimulation. She slowly licks her middle finger from base to tip, and then takes it in her mouth wholly. She sucks it like a cock, sucks it clean, and then returns it to its previous duties. She moans loudly as her fingers again circle her clit.
“You don’t just look hot, your skin is on fire. You want more?”
“Ohhh, yesss.” Her hand moves faster, and her moans are fairly regular now.
“Ah ah ah, not just yet, baby girl, I want to you flip over. Now.”
She gathered the left side of the blanket to her crotch, which becomes support for her hips as she flips to lay on her stomach. The right side of the blanket that is left over cover her ass and upper legs, her back is still exposed to the cool air, but there is a bit of blanket supporting her chest as well. From this new angle, it is now the responsibility of her hips to guide her sensitive pussy over her stiffened fingers. This also allows more blood to flow into her pussy, making it all the more sensitive. At least, that’s what it feels like to her.
“Fuck your hand. That’s it. Feels good? Don’t cum. You are not to cum until I give you permission. You love fucking yourself, I know. Your pussy is begging for more.”
She moans loudly into her pillow, so as not to disturb the neighbors, and because the muffled sound hints at a gag, and she almost falls over the edge thinking of a possible bondage scene.
“You will not cum yet!”
“Ohh, I’m so close…”
She was now at the point where a bit more concentration is needed. This would sound strange to most, but she read in a book once some techniques to prolong the orgasmic sensation. She brings herself to the brink and keeps herself right there on the edge. One wrong move in the wrong (right?) direction, and she’ll cum too soon. It takes practice, but she can keep it up for a good long while, although in that state of sexual bliss it has never occured to her to time herself.
“It feels so good!”
“I can see your ass bucking up and down as you pleasure yourself. I feel the hot breath of your muffled cries. You want to cum for me? Not yet. Keep it going as long as you can. Spread your legs wider for me…good girl, ah look at that pussy, so so wet. You like the way I talk to you, I know you do. Fuck yourself. C’mon, you love to make yourself feel soo good. Don’t cum.”
A small, uncontrollable shudder ricochets through her pelvis and up her spine. It’s not the finale she’s holding out for, not nearly as intense, but it’s a nice prelude. Now touching herself feels sensational, and her concentration starts to falter.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself for me. Move your hips, yes, you’re getting so close, are you ready to explode for me? Feel your finger sliding over your slit, feel every cell in your beautiful body react, that’s it, my lovely private whore, oh fuck, that’s it, do it, do it for me baby.”
She cries out loudly. There is no pillow now, no window, no neighbors, no hand, no time…and no voice.
Just the sweet, exhausting aftershocks of intense pleasure.

My boyfriend and I had just been to dinner with his parents, and we were coming home on the subway. We hadn’t been together long, so keeping our hands off each other for a whole night had been kind of a struggle.
It was late at night so the subway train was quiet, there were only a few other people in our carriage. We sat down and I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling a bit sleepy, but looking forward to getting home. However, I wouldn’t be feeling sleepy much longer.
I’ve never been one for PDA’s, I think they’re a bit embarrassing, and when I’m single it grosses me out to see other couples practically ripping each other’s clothes off.
My boyfriend, on the other hand, can be pretty forceful when he wants, especially when he wants sex, and, after all, I wasn’t that reluctant to comply.
He kissed me as the train started moving, gently at first, but soon he was using his tongue. I could feel him invading me, I could feel myself giving in.
He moved his hands around my waist, rubbing up and down, pulling up the hem of my short summer dress. I pushed his hands away and broke the kiss, I only had a pair of thong panties under the flimsy dress, and didn’t want to expose myself to the elderly couple sitting opposite. “People can see us,” I muttered, placating him with a brief kiss on the lips.
Just then the train pulled into a station, and the other passengers all stood up and got off, including the elderly couple, who made a few disapproving clucks in our direction. “Now we’re alone,” he chuckled, pulling me onto his lap.
Staring into his eyes, I could feel the heat of his erection against my bare thighs, even through his jeans. As he tilted his head to kiss me I could feel his cock twitch as it pressed into my leg, and I could feel my g-string getting damp and heavy as I became more and more turned on.
He kissed me even more insistently now we were alone, his hands kneading my butt cheeks, pulling on my thong so that the material rubbed on my clit, driving me wild. I was sure that I would have a damp spot on my dress when I stood up, but I no longer cared. I could feel the passion carrying me away, when the train stopped I didn’t even notice if anyone got on the train or not.
Even though I no longer knew if we were alone, I knew that I wanted more than just his tongue inside me, and soon. I moved back a little and my hands went his fly. He stopped kissing me for a second and looked at me with a question in his eyes. I answered it by fumbling with his zipper. It seemed to take me an eternity, but finally his cock sprang free (he finds underwear “restrictive”), the tip dripping with precum. I knew he was ready as he pulled me to him, hiding his indecency from anyone who might be watching.
He slipped his hand under my skirt to pull my panties away, stopping to play with my clit for a few seconds. He drew it out slick with moisture, and pressed it to my lips. I tasted myself on his fingers as he slipped the other hand round my waist, lifting me over him and pulling my skirt from under my ass.
I was so wet that he slid into me to the hilt, I could feel the cool metal of his zipper against my pussy lips as he adjusted my dress to make it less obvious what we were doing.
I slid my arms around his neck and nuzzled his chin as I leaned back slightly, feeling the head of his cock against my g-spot. At that point I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, I was going to cum and I wanted it to be soon. He smiled, placed a finger on my lips and pulled me closer to him, stifling my sighs with a kiss. I could feel the button on his jeans rubbing against my clit as he circled my waist with his hands and lifted me gently up and down.
The feel of him sliding in and out of me was just too much. I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to pump up and down, milking his cock with my tight little pussy. Then I realised the train was slowing down and some sixth sense told me that this was our stop.
I looked at him with panic, but he just gave me a devilish smile and winked at me. I figured it must be totally obvious to everyone else on the train what was going on, (about ten people had got on while we were…um…getting it on) so I thought we may as well just carry on and miss our stop. However, nothing prepared me for what actually happened.
The train came to a standstill and he pulled his arms tighter around me, then stood up and walked to the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the feeling of him moving around while he was still inside me was just amazing. The train moved off and he pushed me against the wall, my legs still wrapped tight around him.
“Are you ok with this?” he asked. I grunted in reply, letting my head loll back against the cool concrete wall. I was about to get a good fucking in front of a crowd of strangers standing on the opposite platform, of course I was ok with it!
I moved my hands down to his nice firm ass, trying to pull him further into me. I think he got the message; he pulled out almost completely, then started slamming into me with such speed and force that all I could do was gasp for breath.
I knew it wouldn’t take much longer; his dick slamming into my pussy, the cool wall against my back, his jeans grinding into my clit, the crowd of spectators. I could feel pussy muscles tighten up, and he slammed into me so deep that I screamed myself over the edge of my orgasm. My pussy muscles contracting sent him over the edge too, and he started pumping blast after blast of hot cum into my sopping pussy.
His cock softened pretty fast, and a few moments later, still breathing hard, he pulled out of me and stuffed it back into his jeans. Now we would both have a wet spot!
He grabbed my hand and we left the station to a rousing round of applause and raucous cheers.

The wife and I hadn’t been getting along too well lately, for a number of different reasons, most of them financial. We were both working long hours, taking on overtime whenever it was offered, trying to work our way out of debt. Our love life sucked, in fact, it was virtually non-existent. We hadn’t mentioned it to each other yet, but I think we both knew we were on the brink of breaking up. I couldn’t speak for Alice, but divorce was the last thing I wanted. I had been in love with Alice since sixth grade and we had gone steady off and on all the way through high school. Oh sure, there were others along the way, for both of us, but we always seemed to come back together and it was no surprise to anyone we knew when we got married. I did not want to lose her, and I hoped that she felt the same way about me.
Just when things were looking their blackest an opportunity came up that offered us a chance to relax and enjoy a rare evening out together. Maybe a nice dinner, some drinks and some dancing would heal a few of the wounds we had been inflicting on each other. My parents were celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary and my older brother Al had rented the local Elks lodge hall for the evening. Anybody and everybody who knew my folks had been invited and there would probably be over two hundred people there and a five-piece band had been hired for the evening. The night of the party I watched Alice dress and I wondered, for perhaps the ten-thousandth time, how I had been lucky enough to get her. Shoulder length auburn hair, sparkling hazel eyes, a nice tight body, and a smile that could light up the inside of an arena. In her green cocktail dress and matching emerald green high heels she was going to turn a lot of heads that night and probably cause more than a few hard ons like the one she was giving me. I wanted her bad as I watched her dress, but past experience had taught me that she did not like to get “mussed up” after she’d started to get ready to go somewhere and so I kept my hands to myself and contemplated the enjoyment I’d have when we got home.
The evening was everything I had hoped it would be. Alice was having a great time and I was enjoying watching her. Alice loves to dance and while I’m okay on slow dances I’m a spastic when it comes to the fast stuff so Alice always has a steady stream of guys lined up at our table asking her to dance. It is not uncommon for Alice to get up at the beginning of a set and stay on the dance floor until the band takes a break. The only thing I have to watch at these kinds of affairs is Alice’s alcohol intake. She dances up a thirst and comes back to the table and gulps down her drink and then its back to the dance floor. I tend to water down her drinks to keep her from getting pissy-eyed drunk. If she reaches that stage she ends up doing all kinds of stupid stuff and then she spends the next month apologizing to everyone she thinks she might have upset or offended.
While Alice was on the dance floor I circulated among the guests, talking to old friends and relatives and catching up on all the rumors and gossip. I was talking with Kenny Hicks, an old friend that I’d played high school ball with and he said he needed to get some air so we walked out into the parking lot. We were walking along the lot, talking about our old classmates and where they were and what they were doing, when we heard a woman’s voice from back among the parked cars.
“Oh yes, oh God yes.”
Kenny laughed and said, “It sounds to me like some body is getting some of that good old back seat loving. I wonder who it is?”
He headed towards where the noise came from. As we drew closer we heard low moans and what sounded like: “Ohyesohyesohyesfuckmefuckmefuckme” all strung together like it was one word.
“I wonder who she is, and if she’d be interested in helping me get rid of a load or two.”
From the car came “Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me baby, fuck me.”
Kenny said, “Whoever she is, she sounds like one hot slut.”
Just then someone opened one of the lodge hall doors and the light that escaped was enough for us to see a leg thrown over the front seat and another leg waving in the air and a set of white buttocks moving up and down between them. With a sick feeling in my stomach I saw the emerald green high heels. I grabbed Kenny and said, “I don’t think we should get any closer. I know I wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt if that were me.”
Kenny shook off my hand and said, “You can go back if you want to, but I gotta see who that is and see if maybe I can get me some.”
The walk back to the lodge was the longest I’d ever taken and all the way I tried to convince myself that someone else was also wearing emerald green high heels that night. Once inside I looked everywhere for Alice, but she was nowhere to be found. I went back to our table and sat down and watched the side door to the parking lot and about twenty minutes later I saw Alice come in followed a minute or so later by Kenny. Alice went straight to the ladies room and when she finally made it back to our table I could see that my attempts to water down her drinks had not been too successful. She dropped into the chair next to me and grabbed the drink in front of her, “Whew, but dancing sure makes you thirsty.”
She finished the drink and asked me to get her another one, but by the time I got back to the table with it she was already back out on the dance floor.
I kept a close eye on Alice from that point on and about half an hour later I saw her go out the side door and about a minute later Jerry Douglas followed her. Fifteen minutes later Alice came back in and headed straight for the ladies room. A couple of minutes later Jerry came in. I began to wonder how many trips to the parking lot Alice might have made tonight and was tonight the first time it had ever happened? I thought back to all the parties we had been to over the years and the way I had always encouraged her to get out on the dance floor and have fun while I walked around and socialized. Had this been happening back then too?
It was almost eleven when Alice came back to the table and said she didn’t feel well and wanted to go home. I started to get up, but she said, “No, you stay. It’s your parent’s party and you need to be here. Bill and Debbie are leaving and they said they would drop me off.”
She gathered her things, kissed me on the cheek and told me to stay and enjoy myself.
“You have the band until two and then you have to stay and clean up so I probably won’t be up when you get home.”
I told her I would be home around three and then I watched her walk away. Any other night but this one and I wouldn’t have given any thought to Bill and Debbie giving Alice a ride home. But there was a rumor going around that Bill and Debbie were into wife swapping and while it might not be true, that rumor, coupled with Alice’s behavior made me very suspicious. I gave them a minute or two to get ahead of me and then I got up and followed them out. I watched as the three of them got in Bill’s pickup truck and when they started out of the lot I got in our car and followed. I stayed far enough behind to keep their taillights in sight and hoped that they wouldn’t notice me following. They headed straight for our house and I began thinking that I was letting my imagination run away on me, but then they reached our house and all three of them got out and went inside. I parked two blocks away and hurried back to the house, hoping that the blinds would be open enough for me to see inside the house. Luck wasn’t with me and so I went around back of the garage and let myself in the back door.
I cracked open the door between the house and garage and listened. They were in the living room and while I couldn’t make out ant words I imagined that I heard some low moaning. I tip-toed through the kitchen and was almost into the dining room from where I would have been able to take a peek at what was going on in the living room when I heard Bill say, “We need to take this into the bedroom.”
At almost the same instant he said that, the doorbell rang and Debbie said, “That must be Kenny.”
I backed up quickly and headed down the hallway to the bedroom. The only place to hide was the closet and that’s where I went. I know I could have just walked into the living room and demanded to know what was going on, but I guess I felt the need to punish myself, to actually see it happen. About a minute after I got in the closet Bill and Kenny came in holding Alice up between them. She was already naked and as they sat her down on the bed she giggled and said, “God, but I’m being bad tonight. Are you both going to fuck me? At the same time? I want you both at the same time. Oops, where’s my high heels. Kenny likes me to wear my high heels when he fucks me.”
I tensed up, thinking they might come to the closet for a pair of heels, but Kenny left the room and was back moments later with the emerald green heels. Still giggling, Alice put them on, “I call these my slut shoes. Every time I wear them somebody fucks me. Isn’t that right Kenny? Kenny fucked me the day after I got them. How many times have you fucked me while I was wearing them?”
Kenny just laughed and said, “It doesn’t matter how many baby, it’s never been and never will be enough.”
Alice fell back on the bed and said, “Who’s first?”
Bill was just sliding his cock into her when Debbie came into the room with two guys I didn’t know and she immediately got on the bed next to Alice. I stood in the closet and watched as first Bill, then Kenny, and then the other two guys fucked Alice. I watched as she wrapped her lips around cock after cock and wondered how many times I had kissed her after she’d had someone else’s dick in her mouth. All four guys fucked Alice and Debbie twice each. It killed me to know that Alice had been putting the horns of a cuckold on me all these many years, at least five if what she’d said about being fucked in the green heels was true - I’d bought her those shoes five years ago.
It was agony for me to stand in that closet and watch, and even worse - listen. The “oh Gods, oh yes’s, fuck me fuck me’s” were almost nonstop, with an occasional “Jesus but I love your cock” thrown in. It was ten after two when Debbie called a halt to things.
“Dave will be home in half an hour or so. We need to straighten things up here. Fifteen minutes later they were gone, leaving only a well fucked Alice on the bed and me in the closet. As soon as I heard the front door close I came out of the closet and looked down on the unfaithful bitch. She had fallen asleep and she looked so innocent and to look at her you would never know that she’d had at least five different cocks in her that night, maybe more. I was going to miss her. I reached down and shook her shoulder and she woke up and looked at me. She opened her arms and smiled at me and I was tempted, God knows I was tempted, but I took her by the arm and pulled her up.
“Dave! You’re hurting me Dave! Dave, let me go.”
I dragged her naked body through the house and out onto the cement slab that served as our front porch and then closed and locked the door behind her. I went back to the bedroom and got the green high heels and went back to the front door. Alice was huddled against the door and crying, “Dave, this isn’t funny Dave. Let me in. Open the door Dave.”
I opened the door and tossed out the high heels and said, “Here! Put them on. You said you always get fucked when you wear them. Put them on and maybe they’ll attract somebody and he’ll take you home with him and let you sleep in his bed.”
I closed the door and locked it. I started to turn away when I had a thought. I reached over and hit the switch that turned on the front porch and yard lights and took the keys to the car out of my pocket. I looked at the keyless entry device and smiled as I hit the little button that said, “panic”. The car’s horn started blaring and I smiled as I thought about the attention that would get at three in the morning.

(Not a True Story)
A visit to the gynecologist is not most women’s idea of a great time. For most women it brings on a sense of anxiousness and fear. Most women don’t enjoy being poked at and prodded at by a stranger with strange objects. That’s an acquired taste. But there are some doctor’s out there that help make a girl’s first exam comfortable.
I sat nervously in the waiting room of my doctor’s office, glancing at the photos on the wall and trying not to show my fear. The nurse called me back; she seemed like a normal woman, middle-aged and sweet. She walked me back to the examination room and took all the normal vitals that doctor’s offices usually do and then handed me a paper gown and said, “Please remove all your clothes and put this on, the doctor will be with you shortly.” With that she left me in the room alone.
I stripped down and put on the gown, sitting down on the cold hard table. It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door and the doctor entered. Much to my surprise it was a man. The shock must have been apparent on my face because he said, “If I make you uncomfortable we can reschedule you with another doctor.”
Not wanting to have to go through the agony of having to wait again I simply muttered, “No, thank you.” He examined my chart and the nurse reentered the room, pushing a tray with swabs and vials on it. I nervously made sure to tell him that I was still a virgin. He nodded and didn’t say a word.
My pulse quickened when his hands slid beneath the paper gown and found first one breast, and then the other. It was the first best breast exam a doctor had ever given me. He cupped them, and then squeezed gently yet firmly, pulling lightly at my hard nipples as I suppressed a moan. I was becoming increasingly hot and was getting embarrassed at the heat I could feel forming between my legs.
He asked me to lie down and after scooting my butt to the very end of the table, lifted my feet into the stirrups, locking them into place. My face was shocked; I didn’t think this was supposed to be happening. He saw my face and said, “Relax, it’s just to make sure you don’t fall off of the table or anything.” This didn’t really calm my fears, but I relaxed anyways. He ran his gloved hands over my pelvis, checking for problems, after not finding anything wrong he turned to his nurse.
She opened up a tube of jelly and squeezed some into his hand which he then pushed into my wetness which made me gasp. “You must be liking this, you’re very wet,” he said. I could only nod slowly. He entered another finger in and turned to his nurse, “I think we need to make her first trip memorable.” She nodded at him and moved around to the side of the table.
He continued to finger me, and out of nowhere I could feel his tongue on my clit. I held in my moan, and arched my back while he licked me feverishly. He stopped licking and stood up, still fucking me with his fingers. He tore off the paper gown and ran his free hand over my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. I couldn’t hold it anymore and I moaned loudly. “There we go dear, enjoy it,” he said and stopped his actions. He gave the nurse a look and he left the room.
I was not only confused, but very horny and couldn’t believe he had left me like this. I pulled against the stirrups, but they wouldn’t budge. I tried to talk to the nurse but she only stroked my head and hushed me. She began to caress my body and my nipples, making them rock hard yet again. “The doctor will be right back, just try to relax.” “He’s getting ready for the last part of the exam; he wants it to be special for you.”
A few minutes later the doctor returned, wearing nothing but a paper gown. He pulled it off, revealing his big hard cock to me. “What are you going to do with that,” I asked. The nurse answered me, “He’s going to penetrate you, he thought it would be best that your first time be something real, rather than a cold hard metal object.”
He walked up to the table, “Just relax, this is going to hurt a little but I promise to be gentle.” The nurse hands him a condom and more jelly, which he puts on quickly. The nurse returns to my side where she starts to suck and lick my nipples yet again.
He stood in front of me, rubbing his cock along my slit and pushed gently against me, making me moan. He slowly pushed into me a little ways, creating a great pressure. I bit my lower lip, overcome by the pleasure my breasts were receiving and the pain he was causing below.
He slowly allowed his penis to move into me further moaning, “I remember now why I love virgins. You are so fucking tight.” Soon he’s all the way into me, and the pain is residing. He begins to thrust himself in and out of my tight wet pussy. It wasn’t long before I was matching his thrusts with my hips. The nurse is still assaulting my breasts and nipples, and I’m moaning in pleasure.
He begins to thrust harder and faster, grinding his pelvis against my clit, making me scream out in ecstasy. “Fuck me doctor, o yes fuck me hard!” This encouraged him to move faster and I feel us both getting close to climax. I rocked back against him harder and felt the nurse bite down on my nipple. I arched my back, curling my toes and felt myself squeezing his cock inside of me. I began to breathe harder, shuddering and milking his cock. He thrust deep inside of me, holding himself in place and we both climaxed together.
He stepped back with his legs wobbling, sliding himself gently out of me with a wet, “Pop.” He undid my stirrups, and gently helped me sit up. “Well, miss I haven’t found any problems today. I hope your first trip to the doctor wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be.” With that he pulled a paper gown over him and hurried out of the room to get dressed.
I sat on the table in shock and disbelief. I was so turned on by my doctor; he had just fucked me in the examining room. I caught my breath and a smile formed on my lips. The nurse handed me a box of tissues, “Clean yourself up, and get dressed. You are free to go.” I followed her directions, and her eyes never left me as I did. “Now what do I do,” I asked. She motioned me to follow her.
I followed her out to the receptionist desk. “Now usually the time period for exams is once a year,” she said. “But you are a special case, and the doctor would like to see you every three months.” I smiled to myself, eager for the next appointment. “Tell him I’ll see him soon then,” I said and started out towards my car.

“I don’t believe it.” Gale winced, hearing the laughter in Jenny’s voice. He took a long pull on the cigarette and reached for his drink. “She has cojones.”
“Yeah. I can’t believe that she threw me out.”
“I can. You tell a married woman that you want her to seduce you? How selfish of you!”
Gale sat up on the hotel bed. “Selfish?”
“Can you imagine how shocked she must have been, to see the infamous Gale Harold on her doorstep? And then her hero asks her to seduce him?” She laughed, a tinny sound that bounced through the cell phone’s tiny speaker. “What did you expect?”
“I expected her to do what she did in the story!”
“Then you’d better rethink what you really want to say to her. Step in her shoes and really think.”
That phone call had taken place an hour ago, when he’d called Jenny to tell her about what had happened. Since then, he’d stayed in his room, smoking and thinking about her words. He kept replaying the conversation, trying to figure out where it had gone wrong, where she ceased to be a fan and he became just another star. He thought about the story again, remembering the tenderness of the scenes and the tone that ran through the entire piece.
Then he understood. She had connected with his soul and he had rushed things. Her story proved that she was a deeper person than that. He needed to make her understand what was going on in his heart and to do that, he’d have to open himself up to this total stranger that so eloquently described his soul without knowing him.
“I know what to do.”
* * * * *
He sent the invitation with a bouquet of flowers. I’d like the pleasure of your company for dinner to apologize and to talk with you. Choose anywhere you wish and call me on my cell. Please give me a chance to explain. Gale.
Three o’clock. Four o’clock. Five o’clock. The hours passed and still no response. He called the florist and was told that yes, the bouquet had been delivered and that yes, a woman accepted it. How did she look when she saw it? Surprised. And how did she look when she read the card? I don’t know, sir. She closed the door after giving me a tip. Confused and tired, he showered and lay down in his towel, hoping that he could catch and nap and be awakened by her call.
His cell phone blazed to life at seven-thirty and he groped for it, half-asleep, thumbing the correct button. “Hello, Velvet?”
“Mr. Harold?” A male voice inquired.
“Yes?”
“Your car is waiting.”
Gale rubbed his eyes. “My car?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be waiting downstairs for you.”
He sat up, momentarily wondering what the hell was going on and when it dawned on him that it could be from Velvet, he jumped out of bed and dressed. It took him less than thirty minutes to shave, brush, do his hair and put on a funky blue pinstriped suit that he’d brought for the occasion. Grabbing the room key, he took the elevator down and was met by the driver, a young man named Chauncey.
“Mr. Harold?”
“Yes?”
“I’m afraid that I’ll have to ask you to change your clothes.”
Gale stared at the young man. “What?”
“My instructions are to make sure that you are dressed … ” He pulled a note card from his pocket and consulted it. “‘Brian Kinney Babylon’ style.”
He knew it was from Velvet at the mention of those words. He grinned, asked Chauncey to wait and dashed back upstairs. He selected a pair of denim and leather jeans, short boots and a comfortable shirt, tousling his hair before he left. He took the elevator back down and presented himself to the driver who gave him a respectful bow of approval. Chauncey opened the doors and they sped off toward Daytona, ending the journey in front of her house.
“Uh, Chauncey, I didn’t ask, but do I have anything to take in with me?” Chauncey smiled and handed Gale a bouquet of Casablanca lilies and a basket of four chilled bottles of Asti. “You are fantastic.”
“Thank you, sir. Now get going. She has my number when you’re ready to return.”
Gale slid out, accepted the flowers and wine and once again, walked down the flower-flanked walkway, pausing to ring the door. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as she opened the door, looking quite different from earlier and a wonderful smell wafting out of the house.
“Hi. I’m sorry.” He felt like an idiot. He didn’t know what else to say.
“I’m sorry, too, Gale. Come in.” He offered her the flowers and she gave him a warm smile, pulling a vase from under the sink and placing it on the dining room table that had been lit with candles. “I hope you don’t mind. Your note said that I could choose dinner anywhere I wanted. No one in this town cooks better than I do.”
He smiled, knowing the importance of what she’d done and his heart thumped extra loudly in his chest. “Really?”
“Really.” She opened another cabinet and set two rose crystal glasses on the table. “You gonna stand there holding those? Pop one.”

He couldn’t believe her bravery. That she exposed her emotions to a stranger so that they could consummate their agreement. They had talked about it, agreed that spontaneity was not the answer. The double standard that society placed on males and females was a large deterrent. She said she trusted him. He felt honored by her faith in him and more deeply honored by her offer. Males often didn’t recognize the risks that females took on their behalf. He knew he loved her. Everything she said or did assured him of her love of him. She couldn’t understand how this hard male could treat her so gently. This male with strength that made her gasp could touch her so softly. He made her feel safe. His tenderness towards her filled her with love. His constant attention to her needs showed his love of her. It was time.
He took her to his parent’s cottage. It was late fall and he knew that they wouldn’t be disturbed. They had both talked about where and agreed. She was there beside him, a willing partner in their plans. She was so beautiful; he couldn’t understand why she had chosen him. He loved her so. Her softness enveloped him in her warmth .Why him? She watched him, his nervousness endearing him even more to her. His tallness, his maleness, his good looks attracted her. His gentleness convinced her. This was a man and she wanted him. Why had he picked her?
He turned to her and took her into his arms. Her warmth calmed him. He kissed her. It wasn’t the first time but seemed as like no other kiss. Her mouth opened allowing him sweet access. He drank from her sweetness. Dare he? He slid his hand down her back until it rested on her bottom. She kissed him. It was oh so sweet. His tongue played with her lips and she responded with her own. His warmth surrounded her; his hand slid down her back. It lay on her bottom and made her tingle all over. She responded by rubbing her pelvis against his. Suddenly, there was hardness between them. It felt so warm. He tried to pull back, but she didn’t allow him, sending a clear message. He was aroused, his hardness between them. She ground her pelvis against him. How could he be so lucky? She wanted him. Tremors shook him. He took her to the couch. He lay down.
She lay on top of him. She renewed the kiss. His saliva tasted sweet to her burrowing tongue. She felt his hands renew their acquaintance with her bottom. She shivered. It felt so wonderful. She again rotated her pelvis against his hardness. She hoped he would become more daring. One hand left her bottom and moved to her chest. He dared take a breast into his hand. Even through the shirt and bra, he knew her to be lush. He felt a small stirring in his hand. She was responding to his hardness with a sign of her own. His body seemed flushed by heat. His hands were shaking. She felt him touch her there. Her nipple responded. She was becoming aroused. His gentleness excited her. The softness of his hands on her bum and breast sent more shivers through her body. She flushed with warmth. Suddenly, he was off the couch with her enfolded safely in his arms. Oh, that gentle strength that carried her without effort He gently laid her on the bed.
He lay beside her. He stroked her body. Her softness amazed him. She sensuously stretched her body under his hands. She rolled towards him wrapping an arm around his neck holding his head as she once again kissed him. Her breasts firmly pressed against his chest, she slid a hand under his shirt. He remembered her bravery, facing the doctor’s examination so she could have the prescription for the pill. She lay beside him. As he stroked her, her body seemed on fire. She touched his naked chest under his shirt. It was strange, so unlike her own. The skin was soft. Hard muscle lay beneath giving a very different texture to his body. She watched his hands shake as he undid her buttons. He exposed her bra. He kissed around its edges his warm wet mouth delicious on her skin.
He sat up and took off her blouse. She lay in front of him in jeans and bra. He touched her tummy. It was so soft. There was muscle underneath, but covered in softness. He moved his hand along her waist, following the waistline of her jeans. He unbuttoned the fly. Her pants were loose. She felt his hand on her tummy. Her muscles fluttered under his touch. The loosening of her jeans thrilled her. She removed his shirt. He hugged her into his warmth. Her bra covered chest pressed tight against his. She laid back and his hand returned to her tummy. He slipped under her panties rubbing her lower abdomen. He felt her dome. His hand slipped from her panties and she felt a moment of disappointment. His hand was at her bra.
She lay still smiling at him with that special smile he so loved. He fumbled with her bra clasp. It was in front; he held it together as it came loose. He lifted one cup and gazed for the first time at her teat. The nipple extended fully, the large areola puckered and puffy. His mouth, warm and soft, engulfed her teat sucking both areola and nipple. She lay with her one teat tucked warmly into his mouth. The sensations seemed to go directly to her pelvis and thighs. She waited for him to uncover the other breast then he would send the same message. He took his time working the nipple in his mouth. His tongue played with the nipple. She ached with passion. He licked the entire silken globe then took time to look closely at it. Her breasts were succulent, full of female flesh. He exposed its twin and pressed his face between them. Her bra lay abandoned on the bed. He hugged her to him, lifting her from the bed, her teats squashed against his face.
He looked at her. Her breasts proudly displayed. He loved her. He lay her gently back into the bed. His hand returned to the fleshy globe. It rubbed softly down along her belly, sliding once again under her jeans and panties and stopping at her hair. His fingertips touched her pubic hair. She shivered with emotion. Her sex let lose a flow of moisture she did not expect. She became ready for him. She spread her legs. She was wanton in front of his gaze. She hoped for the last tiny movement that would send his hand over her sex. He stopped, removed his hand, stripping his own jeans from his body. Left in his underwear, his cock tented them, his desire rampant. He stood at the foot of the bed. He leaned forward and took the waist of her jeans. She lifted her hips allowing him to slide them off and toss them to the floor. He again lay beside her. One nipple was in his mouth sending messages to her vagina. His hand again slid under her panties, his hand cupping her sex, one finger deep in her sweet pussy.
He looked down at his hand deep in her panties. Her moisture astonished him. His hand formed a mound over her sex. Her legs spread wide giving him full access to her femininity. Suddenly, her stomach muscles contracted thrusting her sex into his cupping hand, sending the finger into her unknown depths. She moaned. Goose bumps traversed her body. She grabbed his sex. His hardness was in her hand. She felt him through his briefs instinctively stroking him. He stood stripping her of her panties. His own briefs quickly followed. She saw his size and was fearfully unsure she could manage him. It was her first look at an erect male. The fear left. It was partly why she had chosen him. He would be gentle. He watched her look at him. Maybe he was too small. Maybe he couldn’t satisfy her. She smiled. Everything was perfect. She loved him. He loved her. He looked at her beautiful nude body and saw the flair of her hips. The width of her pelvic girdle was astonishing. She inflamed him. Her soft mound covered in auburn hair and her glistening lips pouting. He shivered again with lust. His cock ached with desire.
She lay on her side with her belly pressed tightly against him. Her breasts crushed against his chest. She felt his cock. Cock, what a delicious word. It slid between the folds of her cunt. Cunt was another delicious word. She clamped her legs together, while he thrust between her legs. Her cunt wet the top of his shaft. His hands gripped her ass tightly to him, helping her thrust against his cock. She shivered with lust. He rolled her over on her back. He was on top of her. ‘Now I’m going to get it,’ she thought. She was wrong. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, on and under her breasts, her belly and her pubic hair. She spread her legs wide. He kissed her inner thighs. He kissed her cunt. He smelled the heady aroma of her arousal. Her hormones raced through her body. She spent profusely. He licked the moisture from her. He sucked more from her cunt. He tasted her. He smelled her. He seethed in her essence.
She needed his cock. Nothing else would do. She grabbed his head pulling him up her body. She kissed him, tonguing him deeply and tasting her own juices. She held his cock. How could anything so soft be so hard? Her hormones raged. Her cunt sent rivers down the crack of her ass and onto the bed. She placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He felt the helmet of his cock placed at her entrance. He pushed gently. It entered the mouth of her cunt. He waited. She clenched her stomach muscles lifting her hips and driving him part way into her sopping cunt. His cock ached with need. He felt her velvety wetness. He thrust. She thrust. He thrust. Suddenly, he was fully in her.
He was fucking her. Fuck, what a delicious word. She had waited so long for this, him coming deep inside of her. Too soon she thought. He did not diminish. His cock pushed deep into her cunt lubricated by his own cream. Something in her was building. Her teeth sank into the muscle of his shoulder. Her ass writhed on the bed. She wantonly heaved her hips at his cock. Her fingernails raked his back. He felt her sheath grip him. Her cunt sucked on his cock. His need built again. He drove hard, his gentleness forgotten. She didn’t care. Pressure built in them both. She groaned, “Fuck me,” and he fucked her. Suddenly, it was there. Skewered on his hard cock, her first orgasm came upon her. His hard driving cock fucked her. Her cunt gushed around him. Then, came a jet of warmth as he filled her. She loved it. She bit; she writhed; she fucked. Her gentle man overcame her with his strength and power.
They lay entwined. Their chests heaved as they replaced spent oxygen. Their bodies perspired. The flood of hormones that had overtaken them subsided. His cock lay flaccid against his thigh, still wet from her lusciousness. Her body leaked their juices onto the bed. Her thighs wet from their recent loving. Best of all, it would soon be time to do it again.

Sarina was the short one with the long black hair and vinyl minidress, with awesome cleavage I kept staring at, deep-set eyes made deeper with dark shadow, and full lips that parted in the middle even when her mouth was closed. Angel was the tall, slender one with blonde hair in pigtails and faux schoolgirl outfit with plaid pleated miniskirt and thigh-high white stockings.
It was a dull night on Decatur Street when they flagged me down outside of the Crystal. Sarina asked me for a light. My gaze landed on her chest while she lit her cigarette.
“Would you like to pay our way in?”
She’d asked that with a bit of a half-smirk, as if to say, paying their way in was a privilege. I chuckled, but thought about it. This would probably give me an excuse to chat with them longer.
So I paid the way in for all three of us. I’d never been in the Crystal before, since the goth scene had never particularly attracted me. I felt like a tourist or intruder, the only casually-dressed person among young men in vampire chic and thin, delicate-looking women in long, clingy black dresses.
Sarina and Angel let me buy them drinks, and we talked a few minutes. They told me their names, I told them mine. Sarina asked about my job, my life, my hobbies, information I gladly shared. Angel stood silently and drank, listening. When I realized that Sarina had learned the important facts of my life without offering much of her own, I started giving terse responses, but it was too late, the point had been made: Sarina was dictating the terms of our interaction.
So she let the conversation drop and they made out, Sarina leaning against the bar, their thighs pressed against my right thigh. I did everything I could to avoid watching or staring. When they’d had enough, they let me buy them more drinks.
They moved to the small dance floor, and for twenty minutes I watched them dance to eighties new wave songs. They stayed together the whole time, torsos locked together while boys in white frilly blouses lurched around them with glo-sticks in their hands. I felt like I had known them a long time, like I belonged with them. I watched entranced, noticing the way Angel kept her hands on Sarina’s sides, and the way Sarina moved her hands over Angel’s ass and back. Sarina’s dress was pulled up by the motion just enough to show the curve of her naked buttocks beneath.
They rejoined me by the bar, and allowed me to buy them more drinks. Sarina moved close to me on my left. Angel pressed close on the right and moved her hand onto my thigh.
“We saw you watching,” Sarina said. “We love to be watched. We could feel your eyes like hands all over us.”
I said nothing. To be honest they were making me nervous. At first, I had thought it would be fun to be close to them, and had even dared to hope that things would turn sexual. But now that it seemed to go that way, Sarina was steering me however she wanted. Part of me had started to fear her, in a mild way.
Angel spoke into my ear, so that I could hear her over the music, but so that only I could hear her. “You’ve been so lovely, buying us drinks and all. We would love to do something in return.” With that I felt the tip of her tongue trace the outline of my ear, settling on the lobe, which she then placed between her lips. Angel’s hand moved down the front of my shirt, to the front of my slacks, where she rubbed small circles around the head of my cock.
Sarina spoke into my other ear. “One thing I really love is to watch Angel suck dick. Her lips look so pretty around a dick. She’s a fucking artist.” I stared at her full lips as they pursed into an O.
Angel’s tongue moved back into my ear and her hand worked its way inside my zipper, her finger and thumb in a circle around the head of my cock.
“The bartender’s going to see us,” I whispered, a bit shaken. I didn’t think they heard me, but I don’t know that they would have stopped anyway.
“She likes to make it last, I’ve seen her go ninety minutes. Have you ever had it sucked that long? Probably not.”
As if to convince me further, Sarina took my left hand and held it up to Angel’s mouth. Angel drew two fingers in slowly, rubbing the tip of a tongue piercing back and forth over the balls of my fingers as Sarina guided it in and out.
“I like to suck too, but I don’t have her enthusiasm. Most of our boyfriends say she’s better. I’m always learning new things from her.”
I was lost then, spending myself in a few spastic movements. Angel caught it all in her hand, moving the hand out quickly and wiping it on a napkin on the bar.
“Few women should be so lucky to have a husband like Angel,” Sarina said. “Joining us?”
They both left. The curious part of me almost followed, but I was happy to see them go. In a way, that was the only option I had. If I left with them, there was no telling what I would be steered into.
Half an hour later, after I figured they had probably made their way home, I decided to call it an evening. As I left the Crystal and headed down Decatur towards Canal, an old, black station wagon pulled up along side me, and matched my pace. I looked over, and saw that Angel was driving, and Sarina was in the back seat behind the driver’s side. The windows were open. “Get in,” Sarina said, “we’ll give you a lift.”
“No, but thank you,” I replied.
Sarina said nothing, but tugged on the straps of her dress, which she had already unzipped. This revealed her breasts — gorgeous, round breasts, the most perfect chest I had seen in a long time.
“Are you sure?” she said, adding a lilt to her voice. “You can touch these, if you want.”
At that point I realized that, if I’d said no, I would probably be passing up an intense and unique experience. Slowly I opened the door and got in the back seat, next to Sarina.
Sarina was still for a moment, grinning slightly — and then she pounced, her mouth locked with mine, her naked breasts pressed against my shirt, her right hand holding the back of my head, her left hand on my shoulder. Her tongue pressed deep into my mouth, to let me know she was in control, and I was her plaything.
Did she say Angel was her husband?
Her right hand found my left hand, and — she must have had them on the seat or something behind me — with her left hand she slapped a handcuff on me. I struggled a little before she found the other hand and cuffed it too. With a gleeful giggle she moved from me, and took advantage of my confusion, using a second pair of cuffs to bind me to the headrest of the seat in front of me.
Now Sarina’s control over me wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. I was helpless.
She giggled more, using a stocking to blindfold me, and another to gag me.
“I don’t know, Angel,” she said. “That was too easy. He barely put up any fight. But, he does look pretty cute like that.” She slid beside me, and I could feel her breathing in my ear. “Hmm, what are we going to do with you? Or to you? What kind of pain or pleasure will we bestow?”
She nibbled on my earlobe lightly, then bit - hard. I shouted, but only a soft mumbled moan came out through the gag. Sarina laughed.
We rode for a few more minutes, taking several turns until I had lost track of which way we had gone. Then we slowed and stopped, and Angel cut the car off. Sarina and Angel got out of the car, then came around to get me. The way Sarina had arranged the handcuffs, it was not necessary for her to free my hands to remove me from the car. I was attached to one of them, and then led from the car into a door, and up a flight of steps that smelled of fresh wood finish. At the top we went through a door to the left, entering a cool, breezy room that smelled of incense.
“What should we do with him?” asked Angel.
“Well, let’s not talk about it in front of him, let’s leave it a surprise.”
I was led further into the room, and was then suddenly bent over what felt like a pommel horse. Roughly, my cuffs were cuffed to a metal bar. I pulled to test this — it was solid. The cuffs pulled against my wrists a bit, bruising me for certain. One held my legs in place while the other attached leg cuffs, fixing my feet two feet apart.
For a moment I felt panic, especially when my pants were yanked down. To Sarina’s exclamation of, “My, what a lovely firm ass,” I felt their hands caressing me, the tops of my thighs, my buttocks, and the fleshy lower back, hitting a number of sensitive spots and drawing some erotic response. A finger began to probe slightly up my anus.
“I bet his ass is nice and tight, good for fucking,” said Sarina. I moaned (as much as I could through the gag) in protest and shook my head no, pulling with some soreness against the cuffs.
“I don’t think he likes that idea,” said Angel.
“So?” To punctuate that point, I felt a hard slap against my buttocks, making me flinch.
“Try not to pull against the cuffs, sweetie,” said Angel.
For what seemed like an eternity, then, I was flogged… first with a hand, then a cat o’ nine tails (lots of thin, sharp bites of pain), then a riding crop (I couldn’t help flinching from that, each slap made a loud pop and gave a fair bit of pain). The riding crop was followed by something soft and furry, which was in its way a new blend of agony for sensitized nerves. The soft fur was followed by what must have been a leather paddle, which in turn was followed by something thin and wiry which sliced the air with a crisp whoo before delivering a thin line of sharp pain. Angel was right, that it was best to try not to flinch. A couple of times Sarina shouted, “Be still!” or “Did I say you could move?”
A hand reached around front and stroked my cock, which had already hardened a bit; another hand softly caressed by balls. An erection straight forward would have pressed against the horse, so the hand pulled my cock down, not a very erotic sensation.
“When do I get to watch you suck him off?” Sarina asked.
“In time. He hasn’t built up any semen yet.”
I was pulled off the horse, finally, and walked over to a bed. With my pants around my ankle I would have been unable to run. My shoes and pants were pulled off, and I was laid on the bed and tied down face-up with my feet together. The sheets were soft and satiny, but were still rough against my sore buttocks. The handcuffs were released, finally, but replaced with velcro cuffs attaching me to the bed.
Sarina lay on the bed beside me, now completely naked, brushing her body against me. She rubbed her breasts over my arm, and stopped with my hand against her cunt. Then she lay forward across my belly and spread her legs, using me to prop her midsection in the air. I felt Angel kneel behind her and then thrust suddenly, causing Sarina’s body to spasm.
They fucked on top of me. Sarina was orgasmic, moaning loudly the whole time. This was a wonderful way to tease me, creative and funny, and a total turn-on. I could feel every thrust; sharp, short upward thrusts that drew staccato gasps from Sarina; deep, slow, deliberate thrusts; finally a soft, fast rhythm of thrusts balanced against the bounce of the mattress springs. These rhythms, the sounds and smells and the touch of her skin on my skin got me completely exited. A small bit of the motion found its way to my cock and soon I was erect, drawing only a small vicarious little bit of pleasure.
Sarina climaxed hard, ejecting a lot of warm wetness onto my thigh.
“Thank God,” Angel said, with a chuckle, while Sarina climbed off of me. “I was starting to cramp from the hunched position.”
A rubber was rolled onto me then, and Sarina climbed astride me, taking me in quickly. Using my chest for support, she was vigorous, sometimes almost violent, in her thrusts; though I was inside her, it almost felt like she was the one inside me, in total control.
She stopped, then, and giggled. What now?
Then - a sharp pinch on my right nipple, some kind of hard metal clamp closed on me. Again I shouted, but again only a soft moan came out. I moved around, hoping to avoid the same fate on the other nipple, but I was unsuccessful.
Sarina began to move, again, slowly now - as cold, wet cold hit my chest. I jerked and gave a muffled shout. The ice was spread around on my chest, over every sensitive spot, then left to sit and melt, letting the cold penetrate deep. Tendrils of cold water dripped down the sides and into my armpits.
I smelled burning wax and saw a flicker through the bottom of the blindfold and knew what was coming next. Oh, hot wax then, on the chest that had been made extra-sensitive by the cold. Sarina chuckled while I struggled against the bindings.
At that moment the rubber was removed from my cock, and I felt wet warmth on me. At first the mouth was soft and still. A pierced tongue flicked over the glans, very lightly, while a hand cupped my balls lightly.
I didn’t know for certain that it was Angel until I heard Sarina moan from beside me.
I had never done anything sexual with a male before, but it was still hard to think of Angel, with the miniskirt and the white stockings and blonde pigtails, as male.
Then the whole length of me was swallowed, a masterful suck that made my whole body shiver.
“I told you my sweetie gives good head,” Sarina whispered in my ear, before nibbling on my earlobe.
For a while Angel kept me there, deep, while his (her? …her) throat made soft motions around the tip. Then she came up again, and started a slow, deep rhythm, drawing the tongue-piercing up and down the middle of my shaft, and lightly back and forth. When she came to the end of an upstroke, she took her mouth completely off me and paused before plunging again. Her tongue kept a light back and forth motion against the glans through every stroke.
Then she sucked vacuum tight around me, so hard it felt like she might tear my cock out at the roots, and kept me in deep. This wasn’t pleasant at first, but after a minute or two it almost felt like my cock was going to dissolve into pure pleasure.
After this she alternated between the slow, deliberative sucking rhythm from before, and a standard, mid-depth, light-pressure suck, the familiar “blow job” suck that made it easy to build close to orgasm. But no, somehow Angel knew when I was close, and she would stop a moment, and then perform the slow, torturous suck, building slowly back into the familiar rhythm.
Beside me, Sarina would occasionally cheer her on. “Oh, yes, suck it slow. He has such a pretty cock, it looks marvelous between your lips.” She sat against my side and pleasured herself with a vibrator; during the slow sucks the only audible sound was the vwoo-vwoo-vwoo of the vibrator going in and out of her.
Angel stopped for a moment and moved off the bed, leaving me to wonder if I was going to start cramping or something. Sarina stayed beside me, teasing herself with the vibrator and giggled at something Angel was doing across the room. Then Angel crawled on the bed again, moving my thighs apart to cup my balls and resumed sucking. Only, a minute or so into it, I felt two cold, lubricated fingers enter my ass!
I gave a muffled yelp into the gag and struggled against the bindings — until I noticed how good it felt. Angel began to thrust into me, fucking me, in rhythm with her sucking, and before long my whole body was spasming uncontrollably from the pleasure. A tingling started at the base of my spine, a warm electric tingling that spread slowly through my body. The jerks in my arms and legs were coordinated now, and I could tell I was approaching orgasm — but an orgasm unlike any I had ever felt.
My body became a solid current of electric pleasure then, my head filling with light, and for a brief moment I felt as though I had ceased to exist… …coming back into my body then, then back out again… …and back in again, feeling a second, then a third, impossible orgasm shudder through me.
“God, I’m so jealous,” Sarina said, moving away from me. “Sometimes I wish I had a dick so I could see what that felt like.”
They kept me blindfolded until I was dropped off on Decatur, at the same spot I’d gotten in the car.

“We’re in trouble.” Dawn said as she flung open the door of the gym.
Faith had a fine sheen of sweat coating her skin. Her hair clung to her forehead. The bag Faith had been punching swung back and hit her in the face. Hard. “Ow! Damn it! D, we have to work on this dramatic entrance thing you’ve got going on.”
“Faith, I’m not kidding! This is serious!” She looked at Faith expectantly.
“What? What could possibly be worse than Spike getting back his bite?”
“Angelus.”
“Angelus!? What the hell did you two do–“
”Uh, no. There was no ‘doing’ of anybody.” Dawn made a face. “It must have been you two. . . doing you know what!”
“Sex?”
“Sex.” Dawn agreed. “This was what started this whole stupid thing. Saying that word leads to badness and being bitten by vampires. But that’s not important. You two must have. . .must have. . .you know what I mean. I merely talked to the guy.”
“But we didn’t.” Faith sighed. “Though I can’t say I would mind. I mean, he’s so tall and handsome in a dark and mysterious way. It makes me think about. . .” She seemed to drift off. “Wonder where that other tattoo is.” She mumbled.
“Uh, hello? Earth to Faith. Time for sexual fantasies will be scheduled later on in the evening. Damn it! You made me say that word again. If you two didn’t, then who did?”
Faith’s eyes glittered with wickedness. “Spike?”
“Hey!”
“Fine, I’ll be serious. Back up a bit and tell me what happened up there?”
“First of all, you told him!”
“About what?”
“About Spike!”
“I did not!” Faith looked at the ground sheepishly. “But there may have been some hinting.”
“Hints? Since when can Angel speak ‘woman’?” Dawn asked.
“I didn’t say that he got it right.”
“Then how did he figure it out?”
“Who’s to say that he did?”
Dawn was confused. “Than he just thought he understood. . .?”
“What did he say exactly?”
“Well, he was talking about drinking blood. And he looked REALLY happy about it.”
“Oh, that’s bad. That’s not like Angel.”
“You think?”
“The sarcasm isn’t helping, D.”
“Sorry, but I’m on overload over here.” She began to pace nervously. “This is out of my league. And your league too. Can we call Giles? Oh! Better yet, let’s call the Council. Maybe there’s like some kind of Angelus S.W.A.T. team.”
“Yeah, and it’s called us. We’re the Slayers, remember?”
“Damn it. I was afraid you’d say that.”
“If it was really Angelus up there, why did he let you leave?”
“Maybe he’s gotten smarter since his last visit.” Dawn offered. “He knew we’d take him out if he reappeared.”
“Take him out? We’re Slayers, not the Maffia.”
“You have their number? Maybe they could help.”
“D! Let’s think a minute. He’s smart for a demon. He could just pull it off, this pretending to be Angel thing. But how did he lose his soul?”
“What’s that about a soul?” Angel said, walking into the room. He tried to look se