tagFirst TimeWorking Overtime Ch. 02

Working Overtime Ch. 02

II: Full Time Students

A phone rang. A car honked twice. People yelled. Doors slammed all around and footsteps echoed on stairs and tiled floors. Laughter mixed with yells and the susurrus of everyday conversation at home. It was an apartment complex like any other, smack in middle of a city like any other, filled with people like any other. It had first been occupied predominantly by the elderly, then the impoverished masses, then not much of anyone for a few years until some industrious individual decided to remodel it and make a profit. Now it was full of students, eager to use loans to pay for a place of their own, and the whole structure rang of their humor, their vitality, their spirit, and their camaraderie. It also rang of their virility.

Robert Bret Davidson heard it all, felt it all. He also felt the lump in the pit of his stomach, the butterflies in his gut, and the sweat running down his back. The hall had to be eighty degrees, the stairs ninety, and the temperature outside encroached upon a hundred degrees. The hall stank of sweat, cheap cologne, and fresh paint. It was a place to be moved through, tolerated until one could reach an individual apartment or car outside, but Robert stood, just as hot and just as uncomfortably and just as still as he had for the last thirty minutes. He wanted a drink, not to fend against the heat, but to give him some courage and calm his nerves. All the relief he needed was through the door he stared at, and he knew it.

Apartment 69 was occupied by none other than Morgan Robertson, a sophomore at the local college, a cheerleader there as well, and the girl that took Robert's virginity. She was one year older than he at twenty, and had always been mature beyond her years, both mentally and physically. Robert had lusted after her for over a year before circumstances led them into each other's arms. Their sex was the release of all their adolescent tensions: fleeting, hot, and a real-life fantasy for Robert.

She had led him on afterward, flirting and stealing kisses for weeks before she invited him into her car for a nighttime "drive." It was a disaster. Not due to the sex, of course, Robert seemed naturally gifted and Morgan was more than adept, but afterward it was time to discuss their direction together. Morgan was interested in sex and just sex: when she felt like it, needed a quick fling and had to have a hard dick to accomplish it. Robert loved the sex, but hers was the first thing resembling a relationship he had had in years, and he wanted to hold onto that. The sex was his greatest attraction, but her mind and her company also interested him. Sex was Morgan's only attraction. She never considered him relationship material, continually looking for an older guy to be with, someone she didn't think of as a friend or a peer. Unfortunately she let him know it.

They separated then, unsure of each other and unsure of their own motivations. She would be tormented by guilt and he by his seeming romantic impotence and the dull ache in his loins for almost a full year. He got a "happy birthday" from her when he turned nineteen but no more, the silence stinging more than any insult. She moved on and away, took up residence on her own, and concentrated on her school and friends. He gave up hope as well, certain she would replace him with a bevy of men, and certain she would never need him like he needed her. He consoled himself on the internet at night, staring at the harlots on the web until his hand released him temporarily from his desire.

Unbeknownst to Robert, Morgan was no happier. She had tried to date other men, but found them all the same. For months she missed Rob's innocence, his pure effort and stamina. Finally her fate was his: guilty self-pleasure by the light of a computer screen and the caress of a palm. She buried herself in her work and her social life, making friends by the dozen, earning good grades like candy, and achieving no real happiness. The raw, sexual burning she felt was still there, aching more than ever, and it had only subsided once in her young adult life: her passionate months with Rob. She needed him back, and she knew it.

Thus came the message via Facebook. It was plain, vague, and short, but to Robert it was more beautiful than any verse ever written in the history of mankind. She gave a date, a time, and an address with an order to "meet me to talk. About us."

The time came of course, and so did Rob. He made the drive to her apartment complex, climbed her stairs, and found her door, but then he stopped. There he had been, in the heat and the humidity, for over half an hour.

He raised his hand a tenth time, intending to knock, but had to lower it. God curse his nervousness! Without it he wouldn't have driven her away in the first place! Dejectedly, he turned himself away, ashamed to admit even to himself that he couldn't face whatever ultimatum she had planned. He turned back, just once, and rested his forehead on the door as if to say goodbye for good, grimacing in shame. Then his phone buzzed.

He grumbled, putting all his weight against the door through his head as he fished in his pocket for the message. Sweat dripped off his eyebrows, barely missing his phone on their way to the floor as it completed its journey below his face. "I'm going to the parking lot," it said, "You'll see me when you pull up." From Morgan. Robert comprehended its meaning instantly, but had no time to back away before the door that had forced him away for the past thirty minutes swung open, with him tumbling after it.

He reeled as his balance was forced back upon him by the door, swinging his arms and tottering forward half a step. His heart beat rapidly, its staccato a rhythmic song to his hysterical dance. He finally composed himself and stood fully upright, phone in his hand, and saw her.

Morgan Robertson gaped at him from two feet away, mouth and eyes wide open. She hadn't seen her last lover for a year, and then had him almost fall on her. He was disheveled, sweaty, and unfocused, but immediately she saw again what attracted her to him in the first place: he was fit, handsome, and young. He was smooth in the way only fair-skinned adolescents can be, with slightly bulging muscles on his chest, back, and arms. His dark blond hair was too tousled to be cared for, and the sweat had soaked through his chest and under his arms, but Morgan found it deliciously masculine. His eyes bored into hers, and his face wore an embarrassed look, coupled with the fading hope that was there previously.

"G-g-good God!" he stammered, shaken, "Do you always open doors so violently? And it's about time! I knocked 'till my hand hurt!"

She answered him, knowing he hadn't knocked once. "I like to make sure my guests are devoted to being here before I throw open the door to strangers, especially ones that are liable to lurch suddenly into my home upon the door's opening!"

They both laughed, totally surprised at the lack of awkwardness between them. As usual, all Robert's worrying was for naught. It was an instantaneous happiness, like two friends seeing each other for the first time in decades. Whatever had driven her to push him away was gone, as was the uncertainty that plagued her from the very first time she decided to fuck him. They hugged, like friends, and Rob held her away from him to look at her, closer to him than a friend would hold but far enough away to examine her.

"My, my, do you look nice!" His compliment escaped automatically as he observed her dark hair and unblemished skin, down her slender neck. Her breasts were as he remembered them: large for her petite stature and pert. He thought for a second as he looked at her chest that she was braless, but that was never like her, so he moved on. Her hips flared out almost too much, but stopped just in time to complement her breasts and make her one of the most curvaceous women Rob had ever seen. Her ass was taught, but not small, and it rolled with her hips as she walked. It stuck out just enough to catch the eye and to keep jeans from sitting above it. He loved that ass. "You haven't changed a bit but for the better, if that were possible."

"Well well," she countered, "Looks like I let in the right guy! You're a sight for deprived eyes as well, excepting that you look like you ran the whole way here."

He smiled sheepishly at her jibe, but was secretly gladdened by her obvious joy at seeing him and her hint that she hadn't been with other men.

She continued. "Come in and have a drink at least, so I can shut the door. You look exhausted, not to mention hot. How about a cold beer and a shower?"

She turned away and walked toward her kitchenette as he spoke. "That would be great! You don't mind me using your shower?"

She laughed in reply as she reached the other side of her living room and swung around the end of the bar and over to her fridge. He had pushed the door shut behind him and followed her to the counter, his eyes fixated on her butt in tight jeans. His dick swelled in his pants as she bent over to get their brews. A baby blue thong shot up from between the tan mounds of her ass. He was enraptured in its lace and the purple stripes on the triangle over her ass. All he could do was stare, until he realized she had turned her head and was staring back.

"Still haven't lost that desperation, I see." She said, teasingly. "And here I just thought you wanted my beer!"

He reddened in shock. She had never been so forward before!

"I guess I'll just have to make my shower cold." He chuckled, accepting his drink as she stood.

She just smiled at him mischievously and cracked open her can. He tipped his to her and drank as well, thirstily.

Inside they were both in turmoil. Neither could believe she had come onto him already! She was more desperate than even she herself had thought! He was still embarrassed she had caught him leering and wondered if she had seen the movement down his thigh. She just wondered if she could get it to move again.

They crashed their empty cans down on the counter simultaneously, exhaling sighs of content. Her apartment was cool and well furnished, with a large living room that was open over the bar into a small kitchen. A doorway led to a hall off the living room that Robert presumed led to the utility room, bedrooms, and closet. He pointed at it, feeling sweaty.

"That where I'll find my shower?"

"Yea," she said, "Bathroom's the first door on your right. Towels are in the closet. Soap's provided, just don't steal it."

He laughed and walked away, sad to leave her but wanting to be clean. He could feel her eyes on him as he vanished down the hall. She listened for the water, sipping another beer as she leaned on the counter, and sighed.

He found what he needed fast, and was washing in no time. He felt like a new man as the water washed away his sweat and anxiety. Despite his earlier joke, steam soon fogged the air along with the scent of generic soap and shampoo. His hands rubbed his stomach, chest, and arms, soaping up, and he couldn't help but think of her. His cock twitched atop his nuts at the thought of that thong and her knowing glare, and he stroked it absently, only stopping when he knew it wouldn't be prudent to walk back out with an adamant hard-on. He wasn't overly large, on the upper side of average tops, but it would still show and she would be looking.

He rinsed and stepped out into the steam, groping for a towel, eager to get back to her and find out why she wanted to see him. He dried well, but the steam made total dryness impossible, and he reached for his clothes knowing he did his best. Then he realized he couldn't wear what he had discarded on the floor.

Morgan had reached the same assumption during his shower, and had immediately smiled. She smiled still as he walked back into her living room, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Uh, Morgan...You got any guy clothes?"

She giggled helplessly. His chest and arms were red from the hot water. His hair was damp and plastered to his head. His slick torso shone in the light as did his accusing eyes. He stood in the doorway past the counter, looking in on her couch and TV.

She walked toward him as she answered. "Nope, I sure don't! Of course, you can't wear your sweaty clothes and sit on my couch." She stood a foot away and looked up at him, smiling. "You're stuck with a towel, bud."

He was at a loss. She probably planned this! And he, in his blissfully unaware state, had fallen into her trap. When had she become so devious and overtly sexual? He guessed college just changed a person.

"Well, if you won't let me dress, the least you can offer me is another beer!" He smiled to himself for the small victory as he sat down on the couch. He didn't know how she came across the alcohol, but he appreciated it.

She brought them each another cold can, and plopped down beside him. He could feel the heat of her leg against his through his towel, as he could feel the moisture on his back and legs seeping into the couch. They drank in silence, staring straight ahead at the dark television. Tension rose for the first time, preceding his unasked question. Finally, feeling foolish in nothing but a towel, and with his beer empty he spoke.

"Morgan, why the hell am I here? Was it that urgent that I shower in your apartment? And why now?" He was almost irritated as he said it, finally realizing how idiotic the whole situation seemed. All this waiting, just for two drinks and a shower? Barely any conversation, no explanation, and blatant sexual overtures? It just wasn't like her, and they both knew it. He had to have an answer, not to mention some clue as to whether his pain regarding her would ever end. "All this time without so much as a casual hello, but now you're content to keep me undressed and drinking your booze?" He glared at her, on the verge of fuming.

She stared back, stunned at how worked up he was. He was panting, flustered, frustrated, and so right. She had no answer to give him, no clue to make him understand, and no reason herself for the message she sent. She just wanted him there. Even as he stared her down she couldn't help but think how hot he made her. She settled her gaze onto his, her face mere inches away and below his, and found her answer.

Rob could do nothing but sit there when she kissed him. The anger went out of him, as did his strength, and he just sat there stunned. She threw both arms around his neck and planted it on him. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth as she rotated her hips around to straddle his legs. His arms hung limp at his sides. The heat of her body warmed his torso, damp from his shower, and he could feel her tits push against his chest. She explored every inch of his mouth and ran her fingernails along his back, writhing in his lap.

She didn't stop until she needed to breathe. Gasping, after what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back from his body, hair messed, shirt wrinkled, makeup smeared. Her nipples stuck out from her shirt and could have cut glass they were so hard, and she could feel that telltale warmth starting in her loins. How long it had been since she'd had a man!

"That," she said huskily, "is your answer, as best as I can give it. Will you come back to me?"

He thought for a moment, seemingly serious.

"Well...you do buy good beer!" and he smiled.

The next kiss was mutual. She stayed atop his thighs and he leaned forward this time, glad for so many things. He couldn't believe she had asked him back! He was glad she hadn't found someone else, glad she still wanted him, glad she had changed for the better, and glad she was so horny. His cock grew fuller under his towel as she ground her crotch into his pubic mound. She ran her hands through his hair as their tongues met in her mouth. He palmed her ass, the butt he dreamed of fucking late at night, and squeezed. She groaned in reply, the sound muffled by his tongue.

She couldn't believe she had done it! Finally! After so many long nights with no company but her hand, she had broken down whatever internal barrier she had had that kept her from just letting go. She broke their kiss, letting his tongue escape hers, and leaned back laughing. "God I love this!" she blurted out, exhilarated at her new mindset. She reached down between her legs and grabbed his hardening cock through his towel. He jumped, smiling, in total heaven and glad to see her happy. His cock reached full hardness as her hand caressed it and stood against the towel, outlined against his leg.

Her other hand reached down to rub her pussy through her jeans, grinding the seam into her clit. She could feel the dampness spreading in her panties and loved it, knowing she would soon have the release she desired. Rob reached up and palmed her tits as she rubbed his dick, returning the favor. He gaped at her, mouth open, as he felt her taut nipples through the fabric of her T-shirt. No bra! He couldn't say he was too surprised after her recent actions, but it was certainly a plus. They radiated electricity through her body as he rubbed each one, and she gazed down at him, moaning. He panted as well, his dick straining at the towel painfully. He could smell her heat as the front of her jeans darkened, and sweat began to mingle with the condensation on his body.

The tension built between them like a stretched rubber band, waiting to snap. Just being able to touch another person sexually had both students hot and gasping. His cock throbbed under her palm as she ground it into his thigh. Her clit was swollen in her panties, as were her pussy lips, and both sent bursts of pleasure up her spine. She felt her climax approaching long before she wanted their encounter to end. His eyes closed and rolled up in his head as he finally built up for release under her fingers. He smiled, glad to have her touching him, gasping and groaning as his orgasm came.

Just as he reached the edge, however, she stopped. Precum leaked out of his dick like water from a broken faucet as her hand stopped its rubbing just in time. Likewise, the other hand left her pussy aching for more. Under his incredulous stare, she dismounted from his lap and stood before him.

Panting, she just managed to gasp "Not this soon! I'm not done with you yet!"

He couldn't believe she had denied him, but at the same time couldn't fault her. He had waited so long, he realized he wanted nothing less than to possess her, to fuck her into oblivion. "True, true" he said finally, a smirk coming to his lips, "I guess I'm not done with you either!"

Her answer was to turn around and slowly unzip her jeans. With practiced deliberation, she bent over and lowered her pants to the floor. Her thong was within arm's reach of Rob's face, the bow enticing him to untie it with his teeth, and the darker, damper fabric covering her pussy poking out from between her legs. His cock flexed against his thigh, spreading his precum across his leg. He whistled his approval as she turned back to him laughing. With one smooth motion, she gripped her shirt at its hem, and simultaneously pulled it over her head and bowed, dropping it in front of her jeans. Robert was speechless as she jumped back up, her tits bobbing in front of her. He had forgotten how much he loved them. They were as perky as could be, standing to attention in front of her torso, topped with pink nipples set in paler areolas. They were crinkled and swollen with arousal. They begged to be kissed. He reached out to them, but she danced just out of reach, shaking her head and laughing. "Not just yet, big boy!"

He watched her ass sway as she strode away almost naked to the kitchen, then he turned back and leaned into the couch, sighing. His dick throbbed as he thought of that damp spot over her cunt and he remembered the smell of her sex. "This can't be real!" he muttered to himself.

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tagExhibitionist & VoyeurMy Introduction To CFNM Ch. 01

My Introduction To CFNM Ch. 01

Author's Note: I apologize for the slow start on this story. This is a new genre for me, perhaps I'll continue it if the comments are positive.

I have come to accept the fact that there are many different levels of love and lust. For example, you can love your car or your favorite rock band, but that type of love isn't the love that will fill your heart with happiness and make you feel warm and content from morning to night. For the most part, you'll only get that kind of fulfillment from loving another human being.

To go along with that, we can lust for someone we see, perhaps a person that catches our eye in a certain way, but in most cases, that lust is only a fleeting wish.... a mere unobtainable twinge of excitement when we see them – then it's gone once the moment passes or they are out of sight.

So, alas, many of us are destined to accept and be satisfied with what ever love and lust we happen to have available to us at any given point in time. We accept these available levels of love and lust because that's the practical thing to do. We settle for what we have and the rest becomes fantasies, wishes and dreams.

Of course, the best possible situation is when the person you have available to love is the same person you constantly and fully lust for. It's even better if that person reflects back your love and lust so that the two of you feed each other's feelings, wants and desires. I don't know many people who have that kind of reflecting relationship. But, I do know a few, and I am, as you might be, incredibly jealous of them.

While I used to consider myself happy in love, the truth is that I have settled for what is within reach. Running parallel to that is the fact that I used to consider myself happy in lust, too. But, I realize now that I have settled for what is within reach there, also. While the love and lust within reach used to be enough to keep me satisfied, I find myself more and more looking for that robust and deeply contenting love and the lust that goes along with it hand in hand.

That brings me to a point to where I can start this story.

I have heard it said that for each person, there is a perfect mate. For each of us there is someone, somewhere who we can unconditionally love perfectly and completely, both from the heart and from the crotch. You know what I mean, don't you? That certain person with whom you would be eternally satisfied to simply sit next to, or to hug, or just hold hands with. It's the person whom you sexually desire so much that it's not your own sexual pleasure you long for – but, in fact, it's their pleasure and gratification which brings you joy. We have all known that one perfect love, or had one, or had the chance with one - that perfect person that tweaked you just the right way in your heart and deep in your undies.

For me, it's not a matter of thinking back to the past. She's a friend of mine – my friend Sharron. I've known her for at least ten years. Most people would characterize our relationship as being platonic, but for me, it's much more. She is, without a doubt, my perfect love.... and my perfect lust. The only problem is that she hasn't realized it (yet). I'm pretty sure she sees me as her "non-threatening male" since I've never really tried to hit on her.

Now, being seen as a non-threatening male is both a good thing, and a bad thing. It's a good thing because it opens up a lot of opportunities to be together when she doesn't have to have her guard up and she can simply be herself.

When it's only the two of us together, I get the greatest joy just being in Sharron's presence. She is, for me, the most beautiful and the sexiest woman in the world. And, given half the chance, I know I could easily be hopelessly and totally in love with her.

We've shared secrets, helped each other with our ups and downs, gone through episodes of car problems, illnesses, surgeries....... you name it and we've either done it or shared it.

On the flip side, being the non-threatening male can also be horrible because I can't really show any affection to her as a woman since that might destroy the special relationship I have with her as the non-threatening male. If she knew that I was in a constant state of sexual excitement when I was around her, or that it was her face and her body I dreamed of when I masturbated, how would she react?

All of that became a mute point a few weeks ago, though. In the flash of an eye, it all changed and an opportunity was created where one had never before existed. That's what this story is about.

We both happened to find ourselves out after work one night, helping a friend celebrate her birthday at a local watering hole. Eight or nine of us sat around the table trading stories and telling each other what we've been up to. Eventually, Sharron and I ended up sitting next to each other. Of course, after a few drinks our knees had accidentally touched under the table, and our elbows had rubbed – all of it harmless touching, but it was driving me to a point where my cock was about to explode. I'm sure she didn't even realize what she was doing to me - the innocent nature of it creating just the right tension to set me on a long, slow boil.

As the waitress returned to check our drinks, one of the girls with us ordered "Sex On The Beach". My ears and eyes perked up upon hearing those words. Seeing my surprised expression, the girl of my dreams leaned over to me and whispered "It's a drink, silly."

Now, I don't get out to the bars much and I'm definitely not up to date on the latest drink names, but when she saw the curious look on my face she said "Don't tell me you've never had Sex On The Beach?" Before I could answer, Sharron leaned in close to me and said "Or, maybe you would prefer to try a Slippery Nipple?"

I couldn't stop my self, and, with the alcohol firmly in control I took a chance and answered her in a way that could have a very broad interpretation. "Damn, I'd almost be willing to get naked for that!"

"Ah," Sharron replied, "so the idea of having a Slippery Nipple with me appeals to you, does it?"

"Baby," I answered confidently and nonchalantly, "you have no idea how much I would give to share a slippery nipple with you."

As she pulled back, her eyebrows rose and I saw clearly that she fully realized the embedded and implied meaning of my reply. She was surprised, I could see that, but she didn't act disgusted or mad at my comment. I dared not go any further with it, though. She got the message, I was sure of it.

The next hour was filled with more innocent touching of our hands, shoulders and feet. For me, it was pure torture since it only served to increase my level of excitement, causing my hard-on to throb uncontrollably in my pants. I doubt she knew I was about to go over the edge and spontaneously erupt inside my jeans, spewing hot cum all over myself. When I knew I could take no more of it, I made up an excuse and told them I had to go.

They all said goodbye to me as I started to gather my things and stand to leave. But in the semi-darkness of the bar, she stood also and moved toward me to give me a gentle, friendly hug. I'm sure those who saw the hug might not have thought much about it, but, when I felt her breasts swell into me and her pelvis press firmly into my engorged erection, 'friendly' was not the word I would have used.

"We'll have to work on that slippery nipple thing." Sharron whispered. "Who knows, I just might call your bluff."

"It's no bluff." I replied, looking directly at her. "I assure you," I added, "I wasn't kidding." For a minute, she appeared shocked. Then a small smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. As I turned to walk toward the door, she gave me a little wave to send me on my way.

Knowing the alcohol must have moved her to tease me, I didn't give our brief conversation much thought as I left the bar. But after a few minutes and as I was about to pull out of the bar parking lot, I got a text page from her on my cell phone asking "U were just kidding right?"

Answering as quickly as I could, I text paged her back saying "No, I wasn't kidding."

I didn't see her again for a few of days. But she called my cell phone one morning while I was at work asking if I wanted to meet her for lunch that afternoon. So without much discussion I answered "Sure" and we made plans to meet for lunch.

During our lunch neither she, nor I, brought up the subject of the bar, the slippery nipple, or my comment about being naked. That is..... until it was time to leave.

It was my turn to pay the check. So after I paid and the waiter brought me my change, she casually got up from where she was sitting on her side of the booth and quietly slipped into the booth right beside me. As I scooted over to make room for her, she crossed her arms over her chest and announced that I wasn't going anywhere until we finished our discussion from the night at the bar.

"Okay," I said, "which discussion was that?"

"Come on, don't play dumb. You know damn well what discussion I'm talking about." She replied.

"Is this about the slippery nipple comment?" I asked.

"Well," she interrupted, "if I remember correctly, I think you said something about willing to get naked when I asked if you wanted to try a Slippery Nipple."

"Oh, please," I said, trying to protect my non-threatening male position, "you know we were all drinking that night."

"The way it sounded to me was that you made some kind of offer to get naked if I showed you my nipple." She explained. "Then when I text paged you to ask if you were serious about it, you said you were. Am I missing something here, or, is my memory going bad?"

I couldn't look her square in the eyes. I reached for the glass of water sitting in front of me and I took a big gulp. "Actually," I said, "I didn't specifically say those words, but, that was definitely the intent. I really didn't expect you to pick up on it, though."

"Then I picked up on it correctly, didn't I?" She asked. "You would get naked if I showed you my nipple?"

"Yes," I answered.

"You mean you would get totally naked and stand in front of me like that just to see my nipple?" She asked again.

This time I looked at her when I answered. "Yes," I replied, "I would."

"Just to see my nipple? One nipple? Don't you think that's kind of an extreme thing to do just to see a stupid nipple?" She asked. "Why would you do that?"

"You wouldn't understand," I replied, "I don't think you could ever understand, Sharron."

"Well, why don't you try me," she said, "maybe I'll understand if you explain it to me."

At this point, I was in a no win situation. There wasn't much I could do to get myself out of this mess. The best I could do is be truthful with her and hope she would understand.

"Sharron," I began, "before I explain, will you promise to forgive me for anything I might say and promise it won't ever affect our friendship?"

"I promise," she replied, adding "we've been friends far too long for anything as ridiculous as a nipple to come between us. Besides, what's the big deal about a nipple, anyway?"

"I'm glad you feel that way, and I hope you still feel that way after you hear me out." I said. "And, remember you promised to forgive me.... I'm going to hold you to that."

"Yeah, ok," she replied, "so what's all this about?"

"The truth is, uh, and this is hard for me say.... is that I love you." I started out. "I mean, I'm in love with you. Not just as my friend, but, as a woman, too. I dream about you every night, Sharron, and when I think about making love, I dream that it's you I'm making love with."

A look of surprise came over her face and any semblance of a smile was wiped away as her face went totally blank.

I went on to explain to her that I didn't know when or how it started, but that it just happened and then grew deeper over time. I recounted many of the fun times we had together and how she was the first thing I thought of in the morning and the last thing I thought about at night. I told her that other women didn't interest me and I confessed to her my total devotion and love. I even told her how I fantasized about her when I masturbated. All in all, I must have talked for a good twenty minutes before I was done. When I finished, she sat there for a minute and then reached out to grasp my hand before she spoke.

"I really don't know what to say, you know?" She began. "I never expected this after so many years just being friends. I'm flattered that you feel that way about me, but, I would be leading you on if I told you I felt the same."

My heart sank and I saw ten years of my life begin to dissolve into nothing. Now I was going to lose her as my friend with absolutely no hope of anything else at all. I felt shattered.

Seeing my pain, she squeezed my hand in hers and continued, saying, "You have to know that you are, without a doubt, my closest friend... my oldest and best friend. The one I can count on when it really matters and the last one in the world that I would ever want to hurt. You're the only guy in the world that has treated me as a real and true friend. You've never done anything to make me question your motives and you've never lied to me. You've never done the typical guy things like try to trick me into going to bed with you or tried to get into my pants.... you're my perfect friend. But, I could never be your girlfriend – don't you see? And I do love you, too. Really I do, but it's not the kind of love you want us to have. It's not the man-woman kind of love. I would do anything for you, but you can't live your life everyday waiting for me to come around and finally become your girlfriend and lover. I can't let you do that to yourself."

"Please don't be hurt," she added, "and please don't stop being my best friend or let this get in between us. You mean too much to me to let that happen."

As I listened to her, it hit me that she was truly moved with my admission and confession. As she spoke, she held my hand in her lap and at some point, I knew that the torch I was carrying for her needed to be put out. I needed to let her go.

By the time we finished talking, two hours had gone by and the waiter had been by every 15 minutes to see if we wanted anything. We'd ordered some coffee so we could sit together without being bothered, and the waiter was courteous enough not to hover around us while we sat there. During our talk, we both had momentary bouts of tearing, and as we worked through it, we held each other's hand.

Emotionally, I felt like I had been in a wreck. I had laid out my heart and soul to her, and although she was gentle as she rejected my love, it still took a tremendous toll on me and I felt tired and exhausted.

"So," she asked, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. It feels good to have finally told you, even though it didn't turn out the way I wanted. I'll be fine, though." I answered.

"I guess that just leaves one more thing," she replied, "the slippery nipple thing."

I laughed. Sharron did, too, but when our laughter died down, she reminded me, saying "I think you made an offer we need to talk about."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. What was she alluding to?

"I think," she said, as she leaned back against the padding in the booth, "you eluded to the fact that you would get naked if I showed you my nipple?"

I laughed again, but this time, she wasn't laughing with me. "You can't be serious. You mean after the talk we just had?" I asked.

"Now don't misunderstand me here," she said, "but, you're kind of a cute guy and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked. Besides, as close as we've been for the last ten years, I'm surprised we haven't seen each other naked before. What could it hurt?"

I had to stop myself from seeing this as an opportunity to change her mind about loving me as I paused to consider her logic. Did I want to see her nipple? Yes, I guess so. I've lusted after her for ten years and never seen any part of her charms uncovered. This might be the only chance I'll ever get to see her bare breast, and who knows, maybe she'll feel sorry for me and I might get a hand job or maybe a blow job...... hell, I might even get a mercy fuck!"

But, before I could open my mouth to agree, she asked me, "Have you ever heard of CFNM?"

I had no idea of what she was talking about and I'm sure the expression on my face showed it. "No," I answered, "is that another kind of drink?"

"Not hardly." She said, chuckling softly. "It stands for Clothed Female Nude Male. It's where a man completely undresses and stays naked while in the presence of a female. It's something I read about on the internet and it sounds fascinating."

"Is it some kind of punishment, or game, or something like strip poker?" I asked.

"No," she explained, "I read that it's probably more like a fetish. Some men actually like being naked around women, and some women simply like to see a naked man without any strings attached. You wouldn't turn down the chance to see me, or some other woman naked would you?"

"Are you kidding? I would love to see you naked." I answered.

"Then, why wouldn't I want to see you or another man naked?" She asked.

She had me there. I'll be the first to admit that I wouldn't turn away from a naked female. But, this was really weird. Especially after just telling her I was in love with her and that I've lusted after her for ten years. Now she's trying to get me naked. It made no sense at all.

"I'm really confused, Sharron." I said. "When I told you I was in love with you, you made it sound like there would never be anything between us besides friendship. Now, we're talking about being naked in front of each other. Isn't that close to teasing me?"

"Whoa, boy. Slow down there." She replied. "I didn't say anything about me being naked in front of you. I said this was Clothed Female – Nude Male, remember? That means you would be naked and I would be dressed. Well, I would let you see my nipple, but, other than that, I would be dressed."

"Oh, come on!" She added. "It will be fun! It will be just us and I'll never tell anyone. You can come over in the morning, and stay at my place all day. You've done that hundreds of times. You told me you've always wanted to go to a nude beach..... you even asked me to go to one with you. What the difference? I'll fix a nice dinner for us, and then you can go home. We'll just spend the day together. No problem."

It was true, I did ask her once if she would go to a nude beach with me, but that was a purely selfish and feeble attempt on my part to see her topless or naked. I didn't necessarily intend it as an opportunity for me to be naked in front of her for hours. Still though, the thought of being naked in front of the one I loved, was appealing, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to say 'yes'.

"Let's just say I was okay with this," I offered, "you're going to show me your bare nipple.... and for more than one second?"

"Yes," she answered, "I promise I'll let you look at it longer than a second. Jeez!"

"And what if I, you know.... get an erection while I'm there?" I asked.

"I have seen other men naked, you know." Sharron replied. "I know guys get hard-ons. If you get one, it will be okay. I won't mind at." Her face broke into a huge grin as she said, "Really, I won't mind at all and I'll try not to stare too long."

"Oh, great!" I sighed. "I'll be walking around with a hard-on for hours while you're staring at it."

"Well," she said, "you can always, uh, take care of it, you know."

"You mean masturbate while I'm at your house?" I asked.

"Sure, why not? Everyone does it. You already told me you do it. I don't think that would bother me at all." She said. "In fact," she continued, "I'd love to watch."

At that, I snapped my head around and looked at her. She sat there smiling back at me, hunching her shoulders up and holding her hands up as if to say "what's the big deal?"

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Published: JULY 30, 2019 | Updated: AUGUST 29, 2021
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Multiple orgasms can be a major milestone. The key is to take the journey with a sense of curiosity and acceptance.

I've always been particularly partial to the idea of orgasming at the same time as my partner. It always seemed like a nice way to enjoy sex. Since I tend to mostly partner with penis-owners who feel that sex is over once they orgasm, it just seemed easier and better for everyone involved if I could orgasm at the same time. I'm lucky that my body seems to work in a way that allows me to do that. Even so, I always assumed I had a "single orgasm" type of body. I had never assumed that my body was capable of multiple orgasms. I hadn't even really tried.

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Early this year, I stumbled across an article touting a vagina-owner's innate ability to have multiple orgasms. The article claimed that every vagina-owner has the built-in ability to have multiple orgasms ... even if some people haven't chosen to explore that path. I don't like generalities, but the article got my wheels spinning. Had I just been ignoring an entire part of my sexuality because I'd convinced myself that it wasn't possible? It was time to figure out if I'd been wrong this whole time.

So, I went on a journey to figure out my own path to multiple orgasms. At the urging of my partner, I decided to take this journey and make it a solo one. As he pointed out, it was more likely to happen if I learned to do it by myself. Plus, if I succeeded, he'd get to reap the benefits later.

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Week One ... Trials and Frustration

He was right, though. I didn't quite realize how much effort, frustration and time I'd spend while trying to convince my body to have multiple orgasms. I'm glad that I decided to explore it solo. It made it easier to give up without having to explain myself. The first week I tried, it was just frustrating. My mind wanted to do it, but my body just wouldn't cooperate. I'd spend a long time after my first orgasm trying to make it happen again, but it just seemed like my body wasn't having it. I couldn't get close, and it was difficult to feel pleasure from continued stimulation. I was frustrated.

Week Two ... Making Progress

After that first week, though, I started to find that my body was actually reaching the precipice of a second orgasm, although I still wasn't making it to the actual peak. It was seconds away. I just couldn't make my body actually achieve another orgasm. It was frustrating, but it was progress. I took that as a sign that I was accomplishing something through my experimentation.

Finally ... O-Town!

It took a couple weeks, but with no rhyme or reason, I was surprised to find that I had that second orgasm one day ... and then a third ... and then a fourth! It seemed like the "dam" that had built up had been broken, and I was pretty ecstatic about it. I'm pretty sure I texted someone with the news. I was that stoked.

Worried it was an anomaly, I had to try it again and again for the next couple weeks, and it still worked! Some days it was easier than others. Some days, it just didn't work, but it seemed like I could enjoy multiple orgasms semi-reliably. I had learned something new about my body and, most importantly, my pride was intact. My horribly unscientific experiment had been a success!

Having multiple orgasms is still pretty new to me. I enjoy it, but although other people say that their orgasms grow in intensity each time, I'll admit that I find each subsequent orgasm to be less intense and less pleasurable than the one before it. For that reason, I still haven't made multiple orgasms a regular part of my sex life.

During my experimentation, I found a noticeable lack of articles and information about how women can achieve multiple orgasms. It seemed like every person who was enjoying them was just naturally blessed with the ability. There didn't seem to be too much information about training your own body unless it had a spiritual slant to it. While I think multiple female orgasms can definitely be a spiritual experience, I think a lot of people also just want more orgasms. Based on my own experience, I came up with a few tips to help you achieve the elusive multiple O.

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Tips for Achieving Multiple Orgasms

Train Your Body

It's fascinating how almost everything about our bodies can be trained. Eat less, and your body adjusts its metabolism to make up for it. Drink alcohol every day and you'll adjust to the effects and require more alcohol to get the same buzz. Your orgasms can be the same way. If your body is used to just having a single orgasm, your brain may shut down to arousal after that first orgasm hits. To get more, you're going to have to train your body to continue to experience arousal and pleasure. To start the process, work on continuing the stimulation, sexy ideas and images after that first orgasm. This can help your brain and body learn that there's more to come. It may take some time, but I found I was able to get more aroused after my first orgasm with practice.

Keep Up the Stimulation

Almost every guide out there says that you need to continue the physical stimulation after you've achieved orgasm. For many vagina-owners, the clitoris becomes too sensitive to touch at this point, so touch yourself in sensual areas that don't feel too sensitive. Resume touching your orgasmic centers within a minute or two of the last orgasm to keep your body from going too far down the resolution phase.

Find Great Stimulation (or the Right Toy?)

Finding good stimulation is important to reaching multiple peaks as well. I love powerful vibrators, but I find that too-powerful vibrators will start to make my body numb and make multiple orgasms impossible. Find something that works for you without overstimulating or causing numbness. (Kinkly reviewed the LELO SONA Cruise and found it be a machine when it comes to multiple orgasms. Read the review here.)

Give Yourself Permission to Fail

It helps so much to accept that multiples orgasms - or orgasm in general - might not happen and that that's OK. While I did have a goal in mind (more orgasms!), it really helped me to understand that discovering multiple orgasms might be a long process and that today might not be the day for those multiples to happen. I gave myself permission to give up if I just didn't think it was going to happen that day - and that took the pressure off.

Get Aroused

This entire process is so much easier if you find something that's arousing to you in the first place. Having orgasms is just as much a physical battle as it is a mental battle. Give yourself the best methods to succeed. Find a good erotic story, fantasy, porn movie, or whatever gets you off to help you continue your arousal after that first orgasm.

Relax Your Body

This might sound counter-intuitive, but I was having problems achieving multiple orgasms because I was too tense. I was so tense and expectant that it all felt like hard work. Then, one time when I had decided it was useless and I wasn't going to achieve any more orgasms, I relaxed my body in annoyance - and I instantly had an orgasm. Make sure that you're relaxing all of those muscles and allowing them to occasionally tighten, much like you'll notice you do when you're climbing the hill towards your first climax. (Read more in Stop Worrying About Orgasms. Seriously.)

Finally, remember to explore your body with curiosity and self acceptance. Multiple orgasms don't happen for everyone, but you can learn a lot about your body by trying to have them. Just enjoy the ride.

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Grandma Effie

Note from Valerie: I thought I would do something different this time and see if I could write a story from the male perspective. I don't have any grandchildren, but if one were to be born this year, then I would be 69 when 'he' reached 18. Even so, I decided not to write from the grandmother's point of view and also decided not to use my own name in this one.

Also, if adult circumcision bothers you, please don't read this. I do not for one moment condone the practice of infant circumcision. That said, my husband was circumcised, my son is not. It is used here, merely as a plot device.

Finally, there's more sex too -- see if I can get a higher rating this time around! Hope you enjoy. V.

I stepped up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Waiting, I looked around. It was a quiet neighbourhood, nothing to see here. The garden was well attended. I rang again. And waited. Black painted door, frosted cut-out, bronze letterbox. Come on, will you? Answer the fucking door already. Old bag.

I hadn't seen Grandma in years. I never knew my father. Mom said he was an American G.I. The fathers I had known as a kid had all been temporary, lasting anywhere between a few weeks and a few years. Mom had got through life on a wing and a prayer. Now though, she was shit out of prayers. For the next two to five years, I was someone else's problem.

The door finally opened. Standing before me -- the old bag -- Grandma.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

"Grandma. It's me."

"No. It's ME. Me, Joe."

"Yes Grandma. Kate's son ... Kate your daughter. I'm Joe, your grandson."

I knew the old bat was playing with me. She lifted her head and looked down her nostrils, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

"I suppose you'd best come in then."

I stepped inside when her voice rang out in my ear. "Take off those shoes."

I slipped off my Converse and stood in my socks.

"Pwoah! Do you ever wash boy?"

Charming, I thought.

She shut the door behind me and switched on the hall light.

"Now then, lets get a look at you."

She poked inside my jacket and scrunched her nose. Circling me as I stood, I heard her sigh. Stepping in front of me, she shook her head, clearly in disgust.

"When was the last time you had a bath?"

"Um? If it's something you have to think about, it can't have been very recent, now can it?"

"I think I had one last year. Might have been the one before."

"Last year? Good grief boy."

"More of a shower guy myself Grandma."

"Yes, well, take off those clothes. I'll run a bath and see if there's something of your late grandfather's I can find for you. Come on. Hop to it. Off with them."

"Grandma? You don't expect me to undress here, do you? Where's the bathroom?"

"I'm not letting you trample through my clean house in those rags. Now take them off or turn around and find somewhere else. If you're going to live under my roof, you will do so under my rules. Now what's it to be?"

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?"

"You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Who do you think taught your mother to change your nappy?"

"Grandma, I don't feel right undressing in front of you."

"There's the door ... make your choice."

Was she for real? She wanted me to get naked in front of her? What kind of pervert was she?

She took a deep breath that left me in no doubt that she meant business and was not in the habit of taking any nonsense.

I looked at her in defiance but knew what life had been like moving from town to town with Mom, one grotty fleapit to another. A warm bed, a roof over my head were luxuries I hadn't always had.

I slipped off my jacket and pulled my jumper over my head, unzipping my jeans. I stood there in my T shirt, pants and socks, waiting for some privacy. She picked up my clothes and just stared at me, holding out her hand for the rest.

"You want to see me naked?"

"Joseph, believe me when I say, I have no interest in seeing what you have in your underpants. I just don't want a flea infestation in my house. It's your choice boy. But in my house, there are rules. You either live by them, or you don't live here."

I reached for each sock in turn and dropped them in her hand. I pulled down my pants next because my junk would still be covered by my top. When she didn't budge, I tore off my shirt and threw it in her face. The look on her face was priceless. To her, I was little more than a bad smell under her nose.

I stood there naked in all my eighteen year old glory in front of my prim and proper Grandma. I watched as she put my clothes in a refuse sack, shoes too, tied a knot in the top and dropped it outside the front door.

"Come along. Don't dawdle boy."

I followed her to the bathroom and she ran a bath.

"Let me look at your teeth."

I smiled. She put her fingers in my mouth to move my lips and look into the corners. "There's a toothbrush and toothpaste in the cabinet. Use them."

I stood there naked at the sink and cleaned my teeth as my Grandma watched me from behind. I could see her stern face in the mirror. She was dressed all in deep grey, buttoned up jacket, knee length skirt and a blouse that was buttoned to the collar. She stood up straight and had good posture and didn't appear, at least, to be watching my ass.

I turned for inspection.

I poked my tongue out at her.

"Clean it."

I went back to the sink and did as instructed.

"Very good. Now let me see you."

Again she circled me, looking behind my ears, making me hold out my hands for close inspection. Then suddenly I felt her hand on my dick.

"Grandma!" I flinched.

"Quiet boy. Unless you have something to say, say nothing."

She peeled my foreskin back and the look on her face turned to one of repulsion.

"Smegma. Yuk. You need to learn a thing or two about personal hygiene Joseph. Now. Into the bath."

I stepped in. It was red hot.

"It's too hot."

I sat. It was uncomfortably hot. Grandma got out the scrubbing brush and soap and began scrubbing me. She washed my penis with a cloth flannel and was particularly rough with it. Then she put shampoo in my hair and began to massage it in.

I sank down in the bath to let her wash the shampoo off. She was very no nonsense.

I stood up and she wrapped a towel around me and started to vigorously dry my naked body.

I stood on one leg as the water circled down the plug hole. I stepped out of the bath while she dried off my other foot.

"Follow me."

"Can't I have a robe?"

"Whatever for boy? Something else for you to dirty up. Something that I'll have to wash. No. Besides, I've seen you naked now. You no longer have any reason to hide."

I followed her across the hallway into the kitchen.

I sat, naked.

She opened the fridge door and poured me a glass of milk, putting it down for me.

"Thank you," she said, sternly.

"Thank you," I said.

She went and fetched the biscuit barrel, pulling from it one chocolate digestive, one bourbon, one custard cream and one ginger nut. She placed the four biscuits on a plate and handed them to me, but waited for me to thank her before releasing her hold on the plate.

She sat down opposite me.

I squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. I hadn't ever been naked and exposed like this in my life.

When I was finished, she spoke again. "Up."

I followed her up the stairs.

"This will be your room."

I stepped inside. It was a medium sized bedroom, about ten foot by ten foot, a window to one side, a single bed, a free standing wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a bedside table with lamp and a wooden chair.

"Into bed."

She pulled back the sheets and blanket.

I stood there, not moving. "Uh, Grandma? Pyjamas."

"Pyjamas? Nonsense Joseph. Who on Earth is going to see you in bed? We sleep naked in this house."

"You said we. Do you ..."

"None of your business boy. I'm your grandmother. Now, into bed."

I sat down on the bed and waited for her to pull the covers up. She did not. Instead, she sat down alongside me and placed one hand on my penis. Then began to stroke it.

She continued to stroke me. I couldn't fathom it. I was hard and my grandmother's 69 year old liver spotted hand was roaming freely up and down my throbbing prick.

"Just tell me when. I don't want to have to wash the sheets."

I looked at her as she looked at me. What a strange woman. She wasn't unattractive. Far from. I'd seen pictures of her at Mom's age and she was a real knockout. Tall at five ten, always slim, long straight brown hair in her youth, cropped and silver now. Classical features that had weathered well. Her eyes however sparkled, though she hardly ever smiled.

I just lay there as she jerked me off.

"Oh, Grandma."

I shook my head.

"Grandma? Could you smile. I'd love to see you smile."

Then she did. She had a beautiful smile and I couldn't help but smile back. "Now," I said.

She slid my foreskin back on my penis and placed her mouth over my head just in time to catch all of my cum as it shot into her mouth. She sucked me clean, tickling under my tip with her tongue. She slipped off with a pop.

She stood up, covering me with the sheets, then came to kiss me on the forehead. "Sleep tight little one."

She switched off the light as she stepped through the door.

I woke next morning with the light and as I lay there in bed, my thoughts couldn't help but return to the strange events of the previous night. I had slept well. It was a warm, comfy bed and I had been pressure relieved at bedtime. I actually had a smile on my face, but had no idea of what lay ahead. I couldn't get out of bed as I had no clothes to put on, not even a robe.

I'd been lying there awake for about ten minutes when my door opened and there stood in the doorway was my grandmother. Completely naked.

"Up and at 'em. Time to start the day. I don't want to waste water, so you'll shower each morning with me."

I stood up, naked, with a boner and followed Grandma across the hallway to the upstairs bathroom. She opened the shower door and stepped inside, turned and waited for me to join her. Closing the door, she turned on the spray.

It was cold and it made me jump. This made Grandma smile. It soon warmed up. Being a three foot by three foot cubicle, there was very little room for two and we stood in close proximity washing ourselves with soap. Grandma caught hold of my penis and peeled back my foreskin and lathered it up. Of course I was hard, I hadn't even had a pee and I didn't think I could just do it where I was.

"You should masturbate now Joseph. That's what I normally do. A good sexual release first thing in the morning will stop you thinking about it all day. A preoccupied mind is an inefficient one."

She rested her back against one wall and placed one hand between her legs and the other caressed her breasts, right in front of me. All the while her eyes were open and she looked at me. I rested my back against the wall opposite her as the shower head sprayed water between our two bodies against the glass door opposite it. As I began stroking my cock, she remembered to smile.

There was something so strange about this whole situation. Seeing an old woman masturbate in front of me, her old grey pubes tufting under her hand, her slight tummy, a general looseness of skin on her arms and thighs, a wrinkling on her neck, but her tits -- her tits were fucking awesome. Quite small, maybe a B cup, perhaps less, but smooth like the tits of a much younger woman. They positively glistened under the water and her deep red nipples protruded from her areola which were in themselves sat proud of her breasts. Her ass had been nice too, as I recalled from following her to the bathroom.

I began to jerk off more vigorously and got in the zone, furiously beating off my dick, I blew my load. It shot right over her and landed on her belly and her arm and hand. She looked at it and wiped it onto her fingers and then shoved those same fingers inside her. Then she began to coo and writhe as her orgasm took hold. She shut her eyes and brought her arms up to her chest. Then opened them and looked at me. I stood up straight and leaned towards Grandma and gave her a light kiss on her cheek. She immediately lifted her hand to touch that cheek.

She caught hold of my penis and again pulled me back and soaped me, then rinsed inside her pussy with the nozzle. She switched off the water and I got out of the shower first and just stood there. She got out next and went in the airing cupboard for a large towel and wrapped it around us both and we dried together.

"You can use the toilet first," she said. "Lift the seat and put it back down after you."

I did as I was told and took a piss, all the while she watched me. I didn't care. After what we had done, last night and this morning, I wanted her to watch me.

"All done," I said. "Your turn Grandma."

She smiled and sat down, spread her legs and I watched her pee.

I followed her naked to her bedroom and she opened up her closet door. It was full of her clothes and to one side, there were some man's clothes, presumably my late grandfather's.

She took some off the rack, the ones she wanted me to wear. They were all old man's clothes, proper trousers and shirts with buttons and collars. I didn't fancy any of them. They were dull colours, browns and greys and maroons, navy blues.

"Pants, socks, trousers, shirt. Tie, do you want a tie? Will you wear one?"

I shook my head. I didn't want no fucking tie.

I began to dress in his clothes as I watched her slip into her bra and panties. Next she started buttoning her shirt, the same deep grey one from yesterday. She had picked out one that was the same colour grey for me. While she buttoned her collar, I left the top two buttons open and then put on the trousers. They fit just fine. I must have been the same size as my grandfather.

She slipped into her skirt and then handed me a pair of his shoes. "See if those fit."

I opened up the laces a bit and slipped my foot in. It was fine. She put on her jacket and buttoned it and took down a jacket off the rack for me, buttoning it for me then looking at my shirt collar.

She shook her head. "Oh Joseph, this will never do." Then she buttoned up the top two buttons on my shirt and smiled again.

She held out her hand for me and said, "Come along. Breakfast."

I took her hand and she led me down the stairs to the kitchen. After breakfast, we locked up and she drove me to the grocery store for some shopping. Lunch was very nice, my grandmother was a superb cook. We even had a crumble for afters. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had dessert at home. The last time I'd had home cooked dessert may well have been at Grandma's when I was a young boy.

After lunch, I had chores around the house, then Grandma had some guests for tea that she made me sit and engage in polite conversation with. For supper, once again I had a glass of milk and four biscuits from the biscuit barrel. In my bedroom, I undressed as she watched on. When I was naked, she pulled the sheets away and I sat down, waiting for her to sit next to me. She did not disappoint. Once again, Grandma gave me a killer hand job and let me explode in her mouth.

"Yes Joseph."

"I don't mind if you'd rather give me a blow job than a hand job, you know."

She smiled at me. "Joseph, I would very much like to give you a blow job, but I simply cannot."

"Oh." That was disappointing.

"Not so long as you have that dirty, disgusting foreskin anyway."

"Goodnight." She kissed me and left the room, turning out the light and taking my clothes with her.

In bed, I thought about what she had said. She wouldn't give me a blow job because I had foreskin? What did that mean exactly? Men had foreskin, penises had foreskin. Just what was she getting at?

I slept well again and was awake when Grandma stepped into my room naked. I followed her for our daily shower and once again masturbated, but this time I stood a little closer. I purposely held my foreskin back with one hand and jerked it with the other. It felt very strange, very sensitive, particularly just under the crown where it started to splay, but it was not wholly unpleasant.

As I jerked off, the tip of my penis would knock against the back of Grandma's hand. Unlike yesterday, Grandma's eyes focussed mainly on my cock.

"Nearly there Grandma. Move your hand."

"Please, Joseph."

"What?" I groaned.

"Say please."

"Please Grandma, move your hand."

She stopped jilling herself and I pressed my penis to her cunt and blew my load at her. Some of it shot between her legs, some onto her legs, but I did feel her lips open up a little and I think some of it shot directly up inside her.

She flung her head back and used both hands to play with her tits and pinch her nipples. She never moved her hand back to her pussy, when her orgasm came. She screamed this time and I felt some pride that I had helped her to new heights.

She washed us both off and dried us in the same towel again. Just like yesterday, we watched each other pee, then we went to her bedroom where we dressed. Again she did her collar up and looked at my open collar, shook her head with her eyes closed then did my collar up.

"Must I do this for you every morning Joseph? Can't you learn to dress yourself properly in the morning?"

"Yes Joseph."

"What did you mean about my foreskin last night?"

She looked at me with furrowed brow a moment, then lightened up. "I don't like foreskin Joseph. It's nasty and dirty and riddled with germs. You can see how much effort it is to clean you in the mornings."

"I can't help that it's there Grandma. That's how men are. It's how we look."

"Not all men Joseph. Your grandfather was circumcised. Most men of his age were. They only stopped doing it in the fifties."

"What's circumcised?"

"Oh Joseph. It's when your foreskin is surgically removed."

I cringed. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"I expect it does ... for a little while. But the benefits far outweigh any little pain you may feel."

"Benefits Grandma?"

"If you didn't have that nasty old foreskin Joseph, I expect I'd give you a blow job every evening. And I imagine I'd probably let you have sex with me in the shower too. But I'll only do it if you're circumcised. And not otherwise."

Well, she sure told me. I wasn't having the end cut off my cock, just so she'd give me a blow job.

But then I remembered she said she'd let me fuck her too. Oh God, what I wouldn't give to feel that. And then it hit me -- what I wouldn't give to feel that. Would I give up my foreskin to feel that, could I give it up, to feel her hot pussy sucking on my cock? Truthfully? I didn't see why not.

At lunch we talked.

"Grandma. About this circumcision thing ... you would suck me, if I did ... and ... you know ... let me inside you ... not just in the shower but ... maybe in bed too?"

"In bed, on the couch, on the kitchen table, up against the front door. I'd even let you stick it in my backside Joseph. But only if you get circumcised nice and tight. I don't want to see any bunching up where germs can hide and multiply."

"Grandma? When can I get it done?"

There was a simple answer to that. Grandma phoned the clinic and I had an appointment set for two weeks.

In the afternoon, Grandma did some gardening and asked me to help her out. Again that evening, just before bed, she jerked me off, but I didn't give her enough warning and shot some of my load onto her face as it bent forward to swallow my cock.

"Oh Joseph!"

"Shh Grandma. Let me help. Hold still."

She stayed still and I leaned in to lick my cum off her face. I was gentle, licking up the side of her cheek, kissing her eye. I caressed her face with my hand and kissed her. On the lips.

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