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Aunt Ellen Ch. 5

byAlex De Kok©

This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited.

This is the fifth episode in the story of Ellen Tranter, her nephew Matthew and his girlfriend Kathy. You'll find links to the earlier episodes - and other tales - at my profile page.

It was a hot day and the pool was cool on our heated skins. Kathy and I swam side by side, up and down the pool and gradually it turned into a race. We were both breathing heavily as we rested after our sprint. I don't know who 'won' and I don't think either of us cared. Kathy smiled across at me.

"What next?" she asked.

"You mean, you, me and Matt?"

Kathy nodded. "I guess so."

"First, we eat. There's salad stuff already prepared in the refrigerator, with some cold chicken that I did before you arrived. We'll have that, then some ice cream. Sound OK?"

"It does to me," said Matt. We hadn't heard him come out and he stooped to the poolside and gave us each a kiss, before diving neatly over our heads and into the pool.

"Show-off," I called and he turned and grinned. I turned to Kathy. "Want to give me a hand?"

"Sure," she said and we climbed out of the pool

We showered together, comfortable with each other's nakedness, washing each other's back, cupping each other's tits, stroking.... Well, it was a bit longer than we'd planned to be in there. We got out finally and dried ourselves, then sauntered back to the kitchen, still naked.

I glanced out of the window towards the pool. Matt had obviously decided that he needed to get some other form of exercise, rather than that he'd been sharing with Kathy and me, because he was doing some hard laps. The Elsman pool was a good size by suburban standards but it was still a long way short of Olympic size, which meant that Matt was getting quite a lot of practice on his turns. Kathy joined me at the window and we watched in silence for a while.

"Impressive," Kathy murmured.

"Yes, indeed," I replied. "Go tell him to get out and shower, Kathy. By the time he's done we'll have everything ready."

None of us bothered to get dressed for dinner, but there was nothing sexual in the air, no tension. We were just three people happy to be naked together. I noted ruefully that while Kathy and I had our tits on display, and very nice they are too, even if I do say so myself, Matt's prick was hidden by the table. Later, it could be different, of course. We chatted amiably about everything and nothing and eventually, after we'd finished our ice cream, drunk our coffee and thrown all the dishes in the dishwasher I got up.

"Time to feed and walk the dogs, I'm afraid," I said. "You two coming?"

"Yeah, sure," said Matt. "Kathy?"

"Yup," said Kathy.

"You'll have to dress," I said, grinning at their theatrical groans.

We were out about two hours, thoroughly enjoying the walk, and the sun was well down when we came back. We were tired from our walk, from the fresh air, but most of all from the intimacy we had shared earlier.

"Anyone want to watch any TV?" I asked.

Matt smothered a yawn and shook his head.

"No," said Kathy, "I know it's only ten but I think I'd like to go to bed."

Matt leered dramatically. "Best idea yet," he said.

I laughed. "Come on then."

We already knew we were going to share a bed and Matt took us each by the hand as we went upstairs. My room had its own bathroom and Kathy and I used that while Matt used the guest bathroom. It was a warm night and I figured we'd only need a sheet at most against any cool in the night, what with there being three of us in the bed.

I was finished first and turned down the sheet, placing myself at one side. Matt came in then. "In the middle, stud," I said. He grinned and bounced into the middle, after carefully placing a couple of rubbers at Kathy's side of the bed.

"Thoughtful, Matt, Kathy will appreciate that."

"There's no way I'm going to put her at risk," he said quietly. He lay back, hands clasped under his head. A good-looking young man. I love Matt. After all, he is my nephew, but I knew I wasn't 'in love' with him. We heard the toilet flush and Kathy came out a few moments later, smiling to see us already in bed. She went around and got in beside Matt.

He put an arm around each of us and drew us gently towards him, giving us each a light kiss.

"I'm sorry, ladies, but you two have got me bushed. I need some rest before I can perform again, I think. If one of you would care to wake me in the morning?" He grinned at us and raised an interrogative eyebrow.

Kathy laughed and kissed him, then stretched across him to kiss me. "Goodnight, Ellen," she said.

"'Night, Kathy, 'night, Matt."

"Hnumph," said Matt, already asleep.

I laughed quietly, blew a kiss to Kathy and switched off the lamp.

I woke suddenly, startled, sensing something unusual, then relaxed as I realised. Beside me, Matt was gently fucking Kathy. It was the rhythmic movement of the bed that had wakened me. Matt caught my eye and grinned.

"Morning, Ellen, I'm sorry if we woke you."

"Yes, sorry Ellen," Kathy murmured, and stretched to kiss me. "It's all my fault. I found this hard thing pressed against me when I woke up, so I thought I'd do something useful with it." She grinned vividly. "Well, really, I suppose I'm getting Matt to do something useful."

I laughed and lay with my head propped up to watch them. I loved to watch the muscles in Matt's legs and ass move as he gently fucked his horny girlfriend. And, too, I loved to watch his prick moving in and out of Kathy's pussy, watching her nether lips adjusting constantly to his motion, the sheen of her juices clear on his pole. I was turning into a voyeuse. I could feel myself getting wet, just watching, and began to stroke myself. I caught Kathy's eye and she grinned at me, watching me in her turn as I pleasured myself.

Unconsciously, I found myself using the same rhythm as Matt and as he thrust into Kathy, so I thrust two fingers into myself. As he withdrew, so I withdrew my fingers, caressing my clit as I did. The rhythm was working on all of us and Kathy's breathing began to quicken to match my own. Matt's thrusts grew firmer, deeper, and my fingers matched them, my free hand coming up to finger my nipples, hard now with my excitement.

It couldn't last. It didn't. As my fingers tipped me over the edge, inducing a gut-wrenching orgasm that left me spent and panting, I heard Kathy begin to keen beside me until suddenly she gasped, then screamed tightly as she came, Matt's suddenly spasmodic thrusting counterpoint to my own moan of pleasure.

We lay, trembling, cooling, coming down from our shared high. Matt eased himself from Kathy, stripping the rubber from his half-hard prick and wrapping it in a tissue, then flopping to his back.

Matt took a deep breath and sighed happily. "That was good," he murmured.

Kathy leaned across and kissed him. "It certainly was," she agreed. "You have a very talented prick, Matthew Hanson, very talented. Now, if you let me be its agent I think that we can make a lot of money."

"You want to sell me as a gigolo?" he asked, grinning like a fool.

Kathy sat up for a moment, wriggled down the bed a little, then lay with her head propped up, her free hand idly playing with Matt's prick. "Sell, no," she said. "Rent, maybe," she said thoughtfully. She frowned in mock deliberation. "Yes," she said. "It would have to be rental, because I'd want you back each night to tell me about your adventures, before you fucked me to sleep."

Matt laughed. "Would I have any say in this?" he queried.

Kathy frowned. "Maybe. I'd let you choose which of my possibles you wanted to have, but I would prepare the short list."

"So who would be included on your short list?" asked Matt curiously.

"Oh, good-looking widows, frustrated divorcees, spinster librarians, women like that. Maybe my Mom," said Kathy.

"Your Mom?" Matt's voice was a squeak, and I swear his prick stiffened noticeably. Kathy noticed too and gave me a startled look.

"Why your Mom?" asked Matt.

Kathy shrugged nonchalantly. "She's a good-looking widow, so she qualifies." She grinned suddenly. "But for her there would be a discount."

"Who would not be on your list?" I asked, amused.

"All good-looking teens and twenties. They can find their own!" Kathy said, laughing.

"What about Ellen, or Lisa?" asked Matt.

"They would be my partners and you would be free to us," Kathy said, winking at me. She frowned. "Cindy I'm not sure about, and Jennie Halliday is definitely off the list!"

"Who's Jenny Halliday?" I asked.

"Miss Round Heels 1999. And 2000. And 2001."

I laughed. Kathy winked at me and signalled with her eyes, indicating Matt's prick, noticeably stiff as she gently fondled it, gripping it lightly, sliding her hand up and down.

"Miss Tranter?" said Kathy.

"Miss Evans?" I responded.

"Would you care for a partners' trial of our latest stud? Guaranteed in full working order ten minutes ago, but recovery speed still to be established," Kathy said, grinning at me, her eyes sparkling. "Although recovery does seem to be well in progress," she said, eyeing Matt's erection.

"I would be delighted, Miss Evans," I said, winking at Matt, whose prick was now definitely hard. I flattered myself that it was because he wanted me, but it was a beautiful sight to behold.

"How do you wish to perform the trial, Miss Tranter?" Kathy asked demurely, her fingers still teasing at Matt's prick.

"Supine, Miss Evans, with my legs spread, my eyes closed and my prick-plugged pussy palpitating," I managed to say, although it was difficult without giggling like a fool.

"Please adopt your chosen position, Miss Tranter," said Kathy. "Now, Matthew, you heard the client's wish. Please now perform to the best of your ability to satisfy Miss Tranter."

Matt growled deep in his throat. I laughed and lay on my back with my legs spread wide, my eyes closed. I felt Matt move until he knelt between my legs, then lean forward so that his weight was taken on his braced arms. I felt his prick press against my pussy entrance, felt fingers and realised that Kathy was guiding him into me. He pressed firmly and moved smoothly into me, my juices from my masturbation providing ample lubrication to ease his passage, my senses revelling in the feel of his blunt-headed weapon piercing me.

I kept my eyes closed and my hands above my head. With Matt taking his weight on his braced arms it meant that we were touching only by virtue of his gorgeous prick thrusting into my soaking-wet pussy. I revelled in the sensations he was inducing in me and was startled to feel lips close gently over a nipple. I opened my eyes briefly. Kathy! She was sucking and licking at my nipple, biting gently, adding to the sensations I was feeling, sensations that were building in me. I closed my eyes again and just let my senses go along for the ride.

I began to focus my attention on the feel of Matt's prick in my pussy. My juices were flowing freely and there was no resistance to his thrusts, but he filled me full and there was an emptiness in me as he withdrew on each stroke. An emptiness replaced by that growing fullness as he thrust back into me, filling me, loading me, pushing me ever closer to that precipice of sensation from which we love to plunge in the exultation of climax.

And I was so close to that precipice, so very close. I opened my mouth to speak when Matt suddenly stiffened, then thrust violently into me, pushing me over the edge and off on my plunge into climax, my belly rippling, my pussy clamping, my exultant 'Yes!' hissed on an exhalation of ecstasy.

Matt's breathing was suddenly loud in my ear as we came back from our journey, his breathing matching my own gasps as we tried to replace our oxygen. I opened my eyes and looked up at his face, a sweat sheen shining on him, a smile breaking out on his face as our eyes met.

I glanced towards Kathy, unsurprised to see her fingers at her own pussy, and then smiled at her as she caught my eye. She grinned vividly and winked at me. I sighed happily, a vast contentment in me from good, hot, sweaty sex shared with people I cared about.

At last Matt eased himself from me and flopped onto his back between Kathy and me.

I bent over and kissed him lingeringly. "Thanks, stud. You pass," I said, smiling at him.

That turned out to be the end of our sex play that weekend. I think between us Kathy and I had Matt just about worn out. Poor baby, he needed some recovery time. Oh, we played a little 'touchy-feely' as we swam again, and we shared a few kisses between us, but shortly after three that afternoon I waved goodbye to Matt and Kathy as his pickup took them off in the direction of Kathy's home.

For myself, I got out the specification I'd been given by Bill Trueman and went through the notes I'd made. After all, I was starting a new job with his company tomorrow and who knew what that might bring. And too, I suddenly remembered, I'd agreed to meet Sarah and her friends for a drink in the evening.

I laughed. New job, new friends, new beginnings. I whistled the dogs back to me and went indoors.

This is the end of 'Aunt Ellen' as a chaptered part work, certainly for the present. It was never intended to be a novel and I apologise to any reader who expected my tale to follow that route.

I hope to be writing more about Ellen Tranter, but each tale will be complete enough in its way to stand alone.

I welcome feedback. I genuinely would like to know how readers feel about my efforts, either direct to my email address or via the anonymous feedback here on Literotica.

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Grace Newell tugged at the strap of her black singlet and let out a sigh. She couldn’t believe she was actually going through with this. She rapped her knuckles against the door and took a step back. Her heart thudded so loud the beats pounded in her ears.

She smoothed her hands over her denim skirt and turned to gaze at the quiet street. Sunlight bounced off the windshield of her parked car. A dog barked in the distance and the smell of a barbecue wafted on the wind.

The breeze lifted her blonde hair. She flattened her palm against her churning stomach, closed her eyes and concentrated on deep breaths. As the seconds ticked by, she considered the wisdom of running away and pretending this had never happened.

It was a stupid idea anyway – really stupid. Grace opened her eyes and took a step towards the edge of the porch. She bit her lip and hesitated, the pull to disappear just as strong as the urge to stay.

Her stomach dipped. The door swung open at her back, making her decision for her.

“Horse Face, what brings you here?”

Grace summoned the courage to turn and look into the blue eyes of Tom Jackson, her best friend Alison’s older brother. The rumpled state of his coffee-coloured hair gave the impression he’d just climbed out of bed - at two in the afternoon. His muscled arm rested on the door frame above his head and the breeze caressed the dark hairs sprinkled across his chest. He wore black boxer briefs and nothing else. No matter how long she stood here, Grace knew she’d never tire of looking at him.

She sighed inwardly at his ability to always ruin the moment by speaking. “It’s Grace, Tom. It’s always been Grace.” He’d given her the annoying nickname back when she’d worn braces and kept her long hair in a ponytail. She’d changed over the years – considerably - but he’’d given up the habit years ago.

" Gracie, stop for a minute.” Tom snagged her elbow and turned her toward him. “What’s going on? Is something wrong with Alison?”

“No. What?” Grace blinked. “No. She’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with her.”

Tom released his hold on her. “Why are you here then? You never come by without her.”

“I had to see you on my own. You can’t….please don’t tell her about this.” Grace covered her face with her hands. She massaged her forehead and took a couple of fortifying breaths. Was she really going to do this? “I have a question to ask you.”

“Must be a good one. You can’t even look at me.”

Grace forced her hands away and met his eyes. He’d moved over to the couch and sat on the edge with his hands dangling between his knees. His watchful eyes followed her every movement.

She huffed out a breath. “I’m just going to come out with it, okay?”

“That’s usually the best way.” He waggled his thumb at the empty space beside him. “Do you want to take a seat? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Grace shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I just really need to say this.” Her heart hammered and the pressure built inside her until the idea of telling him almost became appealing. “Tom…I’m a virgin.”

He leaned back against the couch and clasped his hands behind his head. Amusement glimmered in his eyes and a lazy smile played about his lips. “Gracie, with your uptight, highly strung personality, I’d never have guessed.”

A flush warmed her cheeks. “I knew you’d react this way.”

“Then why did you tell me?” He kept his eyes on her.

It took some effort, but Grace managed to push her embarrassment aside and approach the coffee table. She shoved a couple of empty beer cans out of the away and perched on the edge facing him. Her attention flickered to the living room window. She briefly considered crashing through the glass to make her escape. “We’ve known each other a long time. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about-”

“Stop stalling.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He stroked her leg with his fingertips. “Out with it.”

Grace blew the hair from her eyes and glanced down at her hands. “The thing is, Tom…”

“Yes, Gracie.”

“I want you to take my virginity.”

The sudden silence weighed heavily in the room. Grace held her breath and trained her attention on her fingernails. Now it was out there, there was no taking it back. She waited for him to laugh, to ridicule her, but nothing happened. “You’re not saying anything.” She glanced up and saw his guarded expression. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Jesus, Gracie, I’m in shock.” Tom dragged a hand down his face. “You can’t just throw it out there like that.”

“You told me to!” She pressed her lips together and focused on staying calm. “I just want to get it out of the way. I’m twenty-three years old. I’m sick of having this hanging over my head.”

His eyes passed over her. “I’m sure you could find plenty of men willing to help you out with your ‘problem’.”

“I don’t want just any man.” Grace chewed her lower lip. She closed her eyes and held her breath for a moment. When her gaze met his again, she found some of her courage had returned. “I want you.”

Tom cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Why?”

“I want my first time to be amazing.” She saw the heat flare in his eyes and it gave her hope. “I know with you it will be.”

“I’d ask if you were serious, but in all the time I’ve known you I’ve never heard you crack a single joke.”

Grace slapped her palms on her knees and pushed herself up to stand. “I knew it was a risk asking you a question like this. I half expected you to say no.” She stepped over his bare feet and forced her shoulders back. “I was an idiot to even ask.”

Tom gripped her wrist as she passed by, tugging firmly enough to bring her back a step. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”

Grace felt her breath catch. “You’ll help me out?”

“Yeah, it’ll be a real chore. I’d like to say I’m the type of guy who wouldn’t take advantage of a woman in your situation, but who would I be kidding?” He fought a losing battle to keep the smile off his face. “I can’t believe my life has come to this.”

Grace yanked her wrist free from his grasp and scowled at him. “This is one of the reasons I chose you; your ability to have sex and move on as if nothing happened - also because you annoy me enough I’m not likely to develop any feelings for you.”

Tom stood and flicked his fingertip down her nose. “You underestimate my appeal, Gracie.” He propped his hands at his waist and looked her over. “So, are we doing this now, or did you come here to make an appointment?”

She raised her eyes to the ceiling and blew out a loud breath. “I’m beginning to wonder why I came here at all.”

Tom laughed and gave her upper arm a quick rub. “Why don’t we just get it over with?” He intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled gently.

Despite her better judgement, Grace gave in and followed behind him.

She discovered his bedroom was filled with modern, masculine furniture. Sunlight crept around the edges of the closed drapes, giving the room a pale, muted glow. The bed was unmade, she’d expected that, but everything else had its own little place. A faint smile shaped her lips as she glanced around at his things. She’d never had cause to be in here before. It made her feel closer to him.

Grace wandered over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. She flicked off her sandals and curled her toes into the beige rug. The sound of running water pounded on the other side of the ensuite door. Her leg jiggled and queasiness settled in her stomach.

“You could join me, you know.” Tom’s deep voice echoed in the shower stall.

Grace shook her head at the humour in his tone. “I think I’ll just wait here,” she called back.

"Suit yourself.”

She smiled absently and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. The navy linen looked cool and inviting. She knew the pillows would smell of him. Grace nibbled on her lower lip and weighed up her options. Should she undress and climb in, or wait until he came out of the shower? She decided lying naked under the covers appealed to her more than sitting here growing increasingly nervous.

Grace stood and moved into the centre of the room. She drew a breath, crossed her arms over her body and tugged at the hem of her singlet. As the bundle of black cotton fell from her fingertips, she tried not to dwell on the sexual experience his former girlfriends must have had, or worry too much about her awkwardness killing the mood.

She adjusted the strap on her black bra and peered at herself in the dressing table mirror. Her breasts swelled above the intricate lace cups. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation and her stomach muscles contracted with each quick breath. She gathered her hair in a thick bundle and shook it out behind her. ’s hands would feel roaming her body, touching places only she had touched; his weight pressing down on her, his hardness pushing into her. She tentatively stroked her nipples, sighing when they tightened beneath her touch.

She knew Tom would do everything possible to make this moment pleasurable for her. The knowledge stirred a deep longing inside her. Grace grew bolder and smoothed her palms over her breasts, lifting and massaging the tender flesh.

Her hand slipped over warm skin and textured lace. She trailed her fingers between her thighs, knowing that soon his fingers would be there, teasing, stroking. She knew what it was like to reach that sensual peak, to feel control slip away. It would be different letting Tom take that control from her.

Her head tipped back and she breathed softly. She wanted this, it thrilled her to realise - she wanted him. If she could just push aside her anxiety, everything would be perfect.

“I’m actually at a loss for words.”

Her eyes shot open at the sound of Tom’s voice. Embarrassment washed over her as she spun around to face him. No matter how much her fingers itched to protect her modesty, Grace forced her hands to stay at her sides. “I didn’t know you were there.”

“I know.” He stood in the open doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair in disarray. His eyes flickered over her. “That’s what made it so damn sweet.”

Grace felt her cheeks grow hot. Gone was the teasing expression she’“You’re stunning,” he said.

She pressed her lips together to stop them trembling. “Thank you,” she whispered. Her forehead was level with his jaw and she had to tip her chin to meet his gaze. “You’ll have to tell me what to do, teach me what you like. I really don’t know what-“

“Grace.” Tom clasped her face in his hands, brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear. “Relax.”

She sighed at the calm assurance in his tone. He encircled her in the strength of his arms, holding her close, his fingers flexing against her spine. She drew in the scent of him. She’d never been so turned on by the simple smell of soap before.

His mouth moved over her throat, dropping lingering kisses here and there. “You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and leaned against him. “I know you will.”

He cupped the back of her head, nibbled her lower lip. He flicked his tongue over the closed seam of her mouth. Now his arms were around her, Grace found it wasn’“You’re driving me crazy.”

Grace skimmed her hands over his chest and smiled uncertainly. “I know how you feel.”

Tom looked at her for one long, breath-stealing moment. He kissed her hard and quick, then urged her around until her back was pressed against his chest. They both faced the mirror and her smile disappeared as she blinked at the image staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen and pink. Her eyes had a wild look about them. He’d wrapped his arm around her waist and her breasts jutted upwards over his hard flesh.

She’d never seen this woman before.

“Look at you.” Tom swept her hair aside and licked the back of her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful.”’t stop her from jolting against him when he cupped her pussy. Her back arched and she bit her lip. She’d never been touched by a man so intimately before.

“Gracie,” he said, “You feel wonderful; so soft and smooth.” He held his hand still and kissed her neck.

It didn’t take her long to start moving against him. He massaged her gently. He pushed his finger through her lips, sliding it up and down the length of her, spreading her moisture in agonizingly slow strokes. She knew without touching herself how wet she’d become, how wet he’d made her.

She unconsciously pressed her arse harder against him. Her pussy ached for more. He groaned and dipped his finger inside her. Grace closed her eyes and let her head drop forward. Her blonde hair swept over her shoulders, draping around her in a silky curtain. “Oh, Tom…that’s...” She couldn’t put into words the feelings he stirred in her – not just the touch of his hands; his presence, his strength, the knowledge he'd keep her completely safe.

He moved his attention to her clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud. She jerked softly and sighed out his name.

“Look at me, Grace,”’t take long.

Grace’s breaths grew heavy as they panted from her. She could feel the bulge of his cock against her lower back. She was on the verge of begging him to put it inside her. He rubbed her moisture over and around her clit, his fingers sliding through her wetness. Sensation grew inside her until she didn’t think she could take any more. “Tom…I’m…”

“Let go,” he whispered against her ear.

That was all it took in the end, the sound of his voice coaxing her toward orgasm. Her hips bucked against his hand. She wanted to double over at the intensity. He held her firmly upright as their eyes met in the mirror. She strained against his hold and let out a long, low groan through clenched teeth. It ripped through her, so powerful her legs would have buckled if he hadn’t been supporting her.

He kept rubbing, extracting the final few tremors from her. She gripped his forearm and whimpered as the waves subsided. His fingers grazed her sensitive clit as he pulled his hand from her panties. Grace shuddered and turned in his arms. “That was amazing.” She swept her hair back and fought to catch her breath as her eyes flickered over his face.

“God, you turn me on, Gracie. Watching you, touching you…I almost lost it when you came.”

Grace basked in the warmth of his gaze, her body glowing with the pleasure he’’d never expected it to be like this. She’d been prepared for awkwardness, for her inexperience to lessen the moment. Tom didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

He rested his knee on the bed. His palm curved around the back of her neck as he lowered her to the mattress. Grace scooted backwards against the cool sheets until her head met the pillow. Tom leaned over her and planted his hands either side of her body.

He took a moment to drink in the view of her. Her nipples tightened and her skin heated under his gaze. Her body shifted restlessly beneath him until desire and curiosity got the better of her. Grace’s eyes darted down his body, to the pulsing shaft between his thighs. Her cheeks flushed at the sight. “I want to touch it, Tom,” she said.

He straddled her and ran his fingertips from her neck down to her belly. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over her nipple. A sudden smile broke across his face. “Touch what?” he asked, raising his brows.

Grace closed her eyes. He understood full well what she meant. For some reason he wanted her to say it. “Your cock,” she said softly, building the courage to look at him again.

His elbows came to rest either side of her head. His chest brushed hers as he pressed a kiss to her lips. “Do you have any idea how appealing you are right now?” he asked. He moved his mouth over her throat, licked the lobe of her ear. “Anywhere, Gracie. Touch me anywhere.”

She smiled. She looked into his eyes and spread her palms over his chest, enjoying the crinkling of hair under her fingertips. She caressed his nipples, taking pleasure in the tremor that ran through him. “I like your body, Tom. Always have.”

He took her mouth with gentle abandon, pressing his tongue against hers. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for years,” he said against her lips.

“Really?” Grace let her palms glide over his stomach as he hovered above her. His muscles clenched beneath her fingers. She loved the way every small touch garnered a reaction. “I never would’ve guessed. You’ve always been such a pain.”

“What can I say?” Tom dipped his head and licked her nipple. “You bring out the best and worst in me.” His breath was warm against her skin. He drew her nipple between his lips, suckling on the tender bud.

Her mouth dropped open and her hips slowly undulated. She followed the line of dark hair down his stomach until her hands wrapped around him. His groan of appreciation vibrated against her breast. He was hot and hard. He gave a shallow thrust into her palm and tugged on her nipple with his lips.

The breath caught in her throat. The skin of his shaft was silky smooth. She ran her fingertips along the length of him and tentatively stroked his balls. Moisture dotted the head of his cock. Grace used her thumb to spread the slick droplets. “Am I…am I doing this right?”

He lifted his head and nipped at her lower lip. “You’re doing everything right,” he said. He lowered his body until his chest pressed against hers and her breasts flattened under his weight. “You’re perfect.”

She smoothed her hands over his back as tenderness swelled inside her. He pressed his lips to hers and sank his hands in her hair. His tongue flickered over hers, tasting and retreating, only to dip back inside again. His erection nudged her belly. She writhed beneath him.

Grace parted her thighs and moaned against his mouth when he settled between them. His cock probed her warm entrance. She wedged her hand between their bodies and touched him again. She loved the feel of him, the heat, the silky skin. Her fingers encircled his thick length and realisation had her brows drawing together. “Are you going to hurt me?” she asked.

Tom pulled back from her. He kissed the frown from her forehead. “I’ll try my very best not to.” He slid a condom from the drawer in the bedside table and tore it from the wrapper. Grace watched as he leaned back on one elbow and smoothed it over his shaft. He positioned himself back between her thighs and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. “You okay?”

She nodded. “I just want you inside me.”

He groaned. “Gracie, I can’t get enough of you.” Tom captured her mouth with his. His lips moved over hers patiently, thoroughly, stirring chaos inside her. She swept her hands down his back, curving them over his arse. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, making her hips move and her breath catch as he slid inside her just a little. He moved his attention to her breast, working her nipple into a taut, aching peak with his thumb.

He pulled her hands up beside her head, interlacing his fingers with hers against the pillow. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. “You’re sure?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles at his lower back. “Yes.”

Tom squeezed her hands and plunged inside her.

She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut. She expanded around him as he drove deep, filling her completely. Tears leaked from her closed lids. His shaft was suddenly embedded within her, sheathed in her warmth. He stilled his movements, resting against her. His chest hair grazed her nipples, his fingers tightened reflexively in hers. She felt his tongue touching her tears, heard his restrained breaths as he tried to control his own needs.

She opened her eyes and saw the concern in his. He kissed her softly as his hips began a slow, rocking motion. “Did I hurt you?”

Grace pulled her hands from his and wiped the moisture from her face. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“You were very brave.” Tom gave her a solemn look, but she could see the humour hiding behind it. He leaned on his elbow and wrapped his other arm around her. He pulled her close while he thrust gently. “Does my cock feel good inside you?”

“Mmm…yes.” She looked into his eyes while his hips pumped against hers. “Does it feel good for you?”

He gave a hard thrust that had her mouth dropping open. “You have no idea, Gracie.”

He stroked her hair, kissed her lips. He whispered words of encouragement to her, all the while invading her body with his hot length. Grace was swept away with the pleasure of it all. His hair-coarsened skin grazed her softness. His rasping stubble made her feel so feminine. Her every sense was heightened.

He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and kissed her throat. His cock withdrew almost all the way and plunged back inside her. Grace tilted her head on the pillow and gasped. The gentle pumping of his hips made her moan; his powerful thrusts made her stomach flutter and pleasure streak through her.

She had a suspicion he was holding back, taking it slow for her benefit. She could feel it in his bunched muscles and his strained breaths against her neck. “Can you…can you do it harder?”

He kissed the underside of her jaw, flicked his tongue over her chin. He dipped his hands into the sides of her hair and held her still. “You want me to fuck you?” His eyes met hers and a corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy little smile.

The deep tone of his voice sent a shiver running through her. Her nipples tightened. Grace barely recognised the breathy whisper that came next. “Yeah, I do.”

He groaned and rested his forearms either side of her head. He ground his hips against her. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Tom pressed a kiss to her brow and shoved his length hard inside her. “Tell me when to stop.”

She slid her hands along his back, hooking them over his shoulders. “I won’t.”

He spoke softly against her ear. “I like a challenge,” he said. With that he scooped her rear in his palm and lifted her slightly from the mattress. He raised his chest from hers and braced himself on one hand. Tom looked into her eyes and drove his cock inside her.

Grace felt her back bow with the pressure. Pain was replaced by the most intense pleasure. She tipped her chin and cried out. She pulled her hands from around him and swept her palms over her breasts. Grace caressed her nipples, rubbing her fingertips over the hardened buds. Her body jolted with the strength of his thrusts.

“You like that, Gracie?” He watched her closely. Through the haze of pleasure it dawned on her that he was keeping a close eye on her, looking for any signs of discomfort.

“Yes.” The breaths panted out of her. She turned her head restlessly on the pillow and pushed her breasts together, teasing her nipples.

“You want more?”

Her body twisted and she let out a loud moan when he altered the angle of his thrusts.

“I guess that answers my question,” he said. Tom settled back on his haunches and slid his hands up her thighs. He gripped her waist and pulled her back against him to meet each glide of his pumping hips.

She met his gaze. The intensity of the eye contact alone almost made her lose what little control she had left. Her hand drifted down her belly, fingers dipping into her heat. She caressed the place where their bodies joined, enjoying the feel of his slippery cock as it plunged and retreated.

“You’re gonna make me come doing that.” Tom’s mouth curved in a half smile. His fingers dug into her hips and tension gathered in his forearms.

She felt proud of herself for some strange reason. Grace returned his smile and rubbed her fingertip over her engorged clit, sliding through her wetness. An ache built inside her, gaining pressure until she felt she would burst. Her limbs tightened. She flicked her nipple and stroked her clit. Her lips parted and she watched him through half-closed lids. A vein pulsed in his neck and his jaw clenched tightly.

Grace arched her back and pushed hard against him. Her hips lifted from his hands and she let out a long, guttural moan as her body convulsed.

“Oh, Christ.” Tom leaned back over her, pressing his body along the length of hers. “You sexy, sexy woman.” He crushed his mouth to hers as she shuddered beneath him. He kept her in place with his arms braced either side of her. His continuing thrusts drew aftershocks that left her weak. Grace wrapped her legs around him and gripped his forearms. He let loose then, the breath shaking from his nose as he kept his mouth joined with hers. She felt the pulsing of his cock as he thrust hard and emptied himself inside her. His body tensed for one long moment and he groaned deep in his throat.

His limbs suddenly turned to water and he collapsed on top of her. His stomach clenched against hers as he drew in air.

Grace leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling. She swept her hair from her forehead and stroked his back while her pulse settled. Her body felt used…in a very good way. Relaxed and languid. She was tender now the passion had subsided, but it was a pleasant pain; a reminder of the wonderful moment they’d shared.

And now it was over.

Grace shifted beneath him, uncomfortable and awkward now their desire had been spent. She didn't want to overstay her welcome, but she didn't want to run like a scared rabbit either. She’d been under no illusions going into this; she wouldn’t start entertaining thoughts of a future now. “What happens next in these situations?" she asked softly. "Am I supposed to go?”

“Like Hell.” He kissed her neck and rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. He encircled her in his arms and held her close. Grace felt her heart hammer with hope as she leaned on his chest. He swept his thumb over her cheek and gazed at her. “Stay with me, Gracie.”

She watched him in silence, surprised by the look of uncertainty in his eyes. She’d never known him to be hesitant about anything. He’d been tender and kind today when she’d needed him most. He’d looked after her like she’d known he would.

A slow smile spread across her face as he urged her mouth down to his.

Maybe she’d entertain thoughts of a future after all.

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Male prostitution in Croatia
Boom time for Croatia's gigolos

Not a story you read every day

Ex-communist Europe
Eastern approaches

MONITORING stories in the Balkan press every day can be quite boring. Here are two of Tuesday's prime cuts: Serbian President says he is pro-Serbian, and, from Croatia, PM Kosor satisfied with adoption of state budget. So when I came across Business booms for Croatia's gigolos, my eyes lit up. Happily, the piece, written for Balkan Insight by Croatian journalist Barbara Matejcic, was original and fascinating, made me laugh and involved some real work. It's safe to say that this not every piece of Balkan journalism ticks all these boxes.

You can read the whole story by following the link above, but here are some edited highlights for Eastern Approaches readers. Ms Matejcic sets out to meet Mario, one of ten hetrosexual male prostitutes she spoke to for her story. “You'll recognise me easily,” he tells her. “I'm tall, moderately muscled, with short brown hair. I'll be in a tight white T-shirt."

I have yet to set eyes on 27-year-old Mario, but I already know more private things about him than I do about my closest friends. I know his measurements and that the only things he does not consent to sexually are sadomasochist or homosexual acts. Everything else is a go…

We shake hands, as befits any business meeting, and a few minutes later he is showing me nude pictures of himself over coffee. That is the way it goes in this trade; you meet a person and the next moment you see them in all their glory.

Mario is a male prostitute. A gigolo, he corrects me. A semi-professional version of the once-famous Yugoslav "seagulls"; men who "entertained" middle-class female tourists in the summer months in return for a gift or an all-expenses-paid night on the town.

Nowadays, it seems, men like Mario have expanded their customer base far beyond tourists. He tells Ms Matejcic:

“They are married women in their forties with workaholic husbands who feel neglected. I indulge them, am attentive to their needs, send them tender messages. I listen to them, even though it all goes in one ear and out the other. It's a piece of cake with women,” he states confidently.

He says his live-in partner does not have a clue about his second job. “How could she ever suspect? I trained as a boxer for years. I'm a man's man, I could never be a paid man,” he says.

Other gigolos tell Ms Matejcic that sometimes their services are procured for women by their husbands. Two tell her that their clients are often “well-off couples in their thirties and forties who want to spice up their sex lives, try something new or realise a fantasy.”

So how much does all this cost? One gigolo charges €55 an hour; an agency supplies men for €1,000 a day. When supply is scant, prices are high:

“Between 2002 and 2009, the police registered 1,968 people as being involved in prostitution, in a country with a population of just 4.5m. Comparative statistics show similar prostitution rates in neighboring Balkan countries, according to the police.

Out of that 1,968 total, six were male and only one of them a heterosexual male prostitute. "99% of all sex workers in Croatia are women," explains [police official Zlatko] Kostic.

It is impossible to find research detailing the number of heterosexual male sex workers in Croatia. The few organisations that supply sex workers with condoms, such as Let (Flight) and Help, say they have never come across male sex workers.”
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Nude awakening

It was a hot Chicago summer. My stripper year. My heroin year. I had a new college degree and nothing made sense. I was having the best time of my life.

Topics: Pornography, Books,

Nude awakening

First there was Toni in his sparkling cocktail dress, serving drinks at Neo on Clark Street. The bar was dark, there were no windows, only a blue-lit clock. Toni had thin legs covered in track marks beneath his fishnet stockings. He brought me elegant looking drinks on a silver tray. I hid in the corners or in the middle of the dance floor. I went to Neo alone and Toni sensed my loneliness and wanted to mother me to health but it didn’t happen. Toni died at three in the morning in a stranger’s apartment in Humboldt Park lying next to a broken needle, blood streaming from his nose, emerald skirt riding in waves across his hips, tights ripped, a slipper dangling from his toe, eyes wide open.

Then there was Toni’s friend Tony. Tony worked at Berlin, had tribal tattoos covering half his body, long, thick black hair like a horse’s mane, and every year the free weekly paper voted him best bartender in the city.

Tony didn’t charge me for drinks either and I hovered near his bar, an oasis next to the entrance. I danced close to Tony. I never wanted to go home. I had friends but they were sleeping, and they weren’t real friends. I said, “What kind of boys do you like?” and he said, “Straight boys” and I smiled.

Tony had a fashion show and I walked the runway at Berlin in striped shorts with thin straps over my shoulders. There were so many people there, all of them high on pills, dehydrated and watching. I danced slowly past them. It was like being perfect, which is always an illusion. I was followed by a man in a straw hat, his gown covered in pale green bulbs. “Do you have any more swimsuits?” I asked Tony. “I want to go again.”

“You are so vain,” he said, patting my ass. I gave him a quick, sly kiss on the lips, before climbing back on the stage.

It was my stripper year. My heroin year. I danced Thursday nights at Berlin. Two sets, three songs, free whiskey, seventy-five dollars, occasional tips. They called me a go-go boy but I was really just decoration, cheap art. I scored heroin on the west side, piloting my giant car through the burnt out landscape, home of the ’68 riots, the stained remnants of an assassination in Tennessee, the empty lots like broken teeth. Trash and parts everywhere, pipes protruding from the rubble, chassis on cinder blocks, men in lawn chairs on corners in front of vacant three flats. I got robbed. I got beat up. Things weren’t going well. Nothing made sense. I was having the best time of my life.

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I didn’t make enough money on a podium at Berlin so I danced at the Lucky Horseshoe, a front for prostitutes on Halsted Street. We weren’t allowed to sit between sets. We had to mingle with clients at the bar. We would stand and they would sit. “They like it when you pay attention,” the owner told us. “Open seats are for customers.”

I met a man who bred dogs. He stuck five dollars in my thongs after my first dance. “It’s like selling people,” he said, laying a rough hand on my waist. “Only it’s dogs, so it’s legal.” Then he let out a monstrous laugh.

The going rate was $20 a day plus tips. The going rate was $80 for a blowjob down at the Ram, a dirty theater with private booths, six painted steps below street level a block away. There were sugar-daddies that came to the Horseshoe but it was up to you to parse them from the fakers and dreamers. They said, “What do you want to do with your life? I can help you.” If you were a writer they were an agent. If you were an actor they were a director, a producer. If you wanted to go to school they would give you a place to stay while you got your act together. They knew someone on the admissions board. The clients at the Horseshoe were whatever you might need. But I needed to be found attractive. I needed to be loved unconditionally. And I was very angry about something.

I had a college degree.

This is all true.

It was 1995, the hottest summer on record, or so somebody told me at the time. It’s a fact I’ve never bothered to check. They were carrying dead seniors by the dozen in a phalanx of stretchers from the nursing homes on Touhy Avenue. I lived in a squat above a garage a bullet away from the project buildings. I could make out the top of the Sears Tower from my porch. I had a roommate and during the day we would go to the slab along North Avenue Beach and lie there like seals, diving into the water every twenty minutes or so until the sun went down. We lay on the warm concrete watching the sunset and then the stars. “Life is good,” he said.

Sunday afternoons I danced between films at the Bijou. Twenty minutes of porn then one boy on the stage, one boy in the audience. The men pulled their penises out, stroking themselves, sliding a dollar in my pants with their free hand. The Bijou smelled of bleach. I climbed over the seats barefoot. I was like a spider, crawling along armrests and chair backs, never touching the ground. I stayed away from the older men. They had been around too long. They were looking for a good deal. I paid special attention to a fat boy who sat in the second row. He was probably my age and I felt sorry for him. He was so obese with all this skin falling around his face. His hair was flaxen and I worried that nobody loved him the most. I was projecting my own feelings. I sat on his lap, squeezed his shoulder, kissed his neck. I wanted to be capable of loving him for more than a few minutes but I wasn’t. He gave me a dollar and I hugged him, pulling his nose against my naked chest. “It’s OK,” I said.

There were rooms above the Bijou. Offices, a movie studio. The manager kept a picture of me in his desk drawer. He asked me to act in a bisexual porn movie. I said I didn’t mind. I was put in a room and given five minutes to get a hard-on. This was my audition. The room was giant and empty with slanted beams holding up the roof and great windows looking across Old Town. I jerked off, paging casually through the porn next to the bed. The director burst in with a Polaroid camera. “Yes,” he exclaimed when he saw my hard-on.

The pay was $300. I was told it was very important to be nice to the woman. She was a queen. I wanted the money but I was ambivalent about the film. What I really wanted was to be tied up. I wanted to be humiliated on tape. I wanted women with strap-ons to grip me by the throat and slide inside of me. I wanted to be wrapped in cellophane, like a present, unable to move. That was the kind of film I wanted to be in. But I didn’t know how to say that at the time and people that don’t know how to ask rarely get what they want.

I danced at the Manhole on lights out night. I was four feet above the floor on a square pedestal. I had to be careful not to step over the edge. Hands came from everywhere, palms stretching below my balls, fingers trying to find my asshole. I couldn’t see past the elbows. “Stop it,” I said softly. The music was so loud, nobody heard me.

It was my heroin year. I shot bags next to the couch and slept on the living room floor. I missed a night at Berlin. Then I missed another one. Summer was over. We stopped going to the beach. It got darker earlier. It was almost Thanksgiving. I dated Stacey, a Barbie-doll stripper with a bad coke habit and implants that didn’t take. They felt like twelve-inch softballs inside her breasts. She made $400 a shift. She knew about bars in Cicero that never closed. She crashed her car and the bar maid asked if she spilled her drink. Her other boyfriend was a police officer. “He’s very violent,” she told me. “He wants to put his gun in your mouth and ask you some questions. He broke the lock on my door. Do you want to come over?”

After Stacey I dated Zahava. Zahava came from a good southern family. She had been a pom-pom girl. She had been to finishing school. It seemed like she was always happy. She was the only person I knew with good posture. She wanted me to go to law school. I turned her on to heroin. Years later she would tell me I was the first bad thing that ever happened to her. Zahava said I was handsome. I told her when you’re a stripper you don’t worry about your appearance. You always feel attractive when people are willing to pay to see you naked. It was the biggest lie I ever told. I stared at the other strippers, the bricks in their stomachs, trapezoids like baby mountains. It made me nauseous to think about. I wasn’t good enough looking to dance at the Vortex but they let me in for free. I was low-rent and I knew it. I had an eating disorder and long hair. The only advantage I had over anybody was that I knew how to dance.

I was in a small room with dark wood floors on top of a big house in Evanston near the lake. I took a hotshot and passed out with blood streaming from my nose and foam gurgling at my mouth. Just like Toni a year earlier. My friend turned me over so I wouldn’t choke on my own vomit, then he left me to die.

But I didn’t die. Firemen came the next day. They were strong and good. They strapped me to a chair, carried me down three flights of stairs. “Where’s your family?” the owner of the house asked as they hauled me past her. “What’s your parents’ phone number?” I didn’t tell her. It was the first good decision I made that year. I was paralyzed for eight days and the nurses let me piss all over myself. When I was discharged from the hospital I walked with a limp. I told people I fell down a flight of stairs. Eventually the limp went away but it took time. And it took time to learn how to eat. I lost thirty pounds.

I didn’t strip again. Or shoot heroin. I got a master’s degree. I moved to a ski resort and the clients would sit at the bar unbundling their scarves. I wore black pants, a white shirt, and a patterned vest like all the other employees. We looked like dancing monkeys. Every day someone would stare at the mountains while I refilled their cup. “I wish I could trade places with you,” they would say, maybe dropping a dollar into the plastic pitcher sitting empty on the counter’s edge.

Stephen Elliott is the author of six books, including "Happy Baby." His next book, "The Adderall Diaries: A Memoir of Moods, Masochism, and Murder," is forthcoming from Graywolf Pres


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My name is Tony. With my wife Rebecca, we are the owners of a luxurious guest house in the english countryside. Rebeca and I have been married for a long time and ou marriage couldn't be any happier. During the day, I have to go to my office to take care of business while Rebecca is in charge of our customers' well being. Knowing her, I know for a fact that she does everything to make them feel at home. When this cute french couple asks her to bring them sandwiches in their room, she can't refuse. She certainly wasn't expecting to find them in such an indecent posture or that they would ask her to join their little sex games. After our last guests left, since we didn't expect anyonebefore the next day, I offered her to spend the evening at a nice restaurant. Both our agenda being so full all the time, she jumped on the opportunity. Unfortunately, I had to cancel at the last minute but I know that with her cheerful personality, she would manage to have fun without me. When she came back, she told me she had met with two old friends with whom she had had a pretty good time. I really have the feeling that I'm not taking care of her the way I should and I wouldn't want her to go with other men. From what I heard, the two young gardeners I hired to look after our property had some inapropriate words about Rebecca but she assured me she managed to snub them and calm them down. I have to admit I haven't been very honest with her lately. I knew from the beginning that she had a very high libido and that she loved sex a lot. Taking a few steps back, setting up these surveillance cameras all over the house might have been the best idea I've ever had. Without them, I would've never known that Rebecca was a true nymphomaniac who took every opportunity to cheat on me. The only one she Rebecca hasn't fucked is Luke, my driver... until now that is. I must say that watching her fuck other men or women on tape really turned me on. Now that the situation is clear between us and since she suggested it, I know she won't mind me relaxing with Nikita, the pretty french and Sienna, our governess.


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A Subway Story

Hailey dropped into the seat on the subway with a sigh. "What a shitty day," she thought, dropping her head back against the handbar. She closed her eyes, trying to remember exactly how many times her boss had yelled at her today. When she had reached six, she felt the train pull into the next station, and the person beside her stood up. She opened her eyes and watched the old lady hobble off onto the platform. As the doors started to close, she saw an attractive man running to jump aboard. He made it just in time, stood for a moment while the train started moving, then looked around for a seat. His eyes met hers for a moment, then he moved to take the seat next to hers.

He was tall and thin, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a goatee. As he brushed past her, he said, "Excuse me," and she noticed his straight, white teeth. He wore a white tee shirt with dark jeans and looked like he was in his late twenties.

He sat with his legs spread wide, his left knee lightly touching her right. He crossed his arms and stared straight ahead.

Hailey had begun fantasizing about the man as soon as he sat down next to her and began trying to find a way to get him to talk to her. As luck would have it, the lights began to flicker, and the train jolted quickly to a stop. She grabbed his arm to catch her balance, and he reached out with his other hand to steady her.

Everything was quiet for a moment, then the train began moving again.

"Sorry," Hailey said with a smile as she disengaged herself.

"That's ok," he smiled back. "Kind of a surprise, huh?"

"Yeah, it happens from time to time."

"Well, it's a good thing I was here," he said.

"Well, you could have been sitting next to that guy," he pointed to a scruffy looking older man whose face threatened murder should anyone approach him.

"I guess you're right," Hailey laughed. "Thanks for sitting next to me."

"Anytime," he replied. "I'm Matt, by the way."

"You looked almost as angry as him when I got on. I'm glad to see you're not homicidal." Was he flirting with her? He was.

"Just a rough day," she told him.

"I know what you mean," he said.

"Why? Did you have a bad day, too?"

"Not really, just boring."

"What do you do?"

"I teach English at NYU, but it's summer break, and I'm not teaching this summer. Just bumming around."

"Oh, so you're the young, hot professor that all the girls want, huh?" Now she was the one flirting.

"I don't know about that," he laughed.

"Don't worry, it's true," she assured him.

"What do you do?" he asked.

"I write for one of those silly teenage girl magazines. I hate it, but you have to get experience somewhere."

"Yeah, I guess."

They pulled up to her station. "Listen," she said as she stood up. "This is my stop. Do you want to come have a drink with me, give your day a little excitement?"

He laughed, standing to follow her. "I was going to ask you the same thing."

"We'll just stop by my apartment so I can change," she said.

"Why? You look great."

"Thanks, but this," she looked down at her beige suit, "doesn't really go with that," she looked at his outfit.

"Whatever you want," he said as they stepped off the train.

"If you could sleep with any celebrity, who would it be?"

Hailey laughed at his question. "I don't know! Maybe...Paul Newman?"

"Paul Newman now, or Paul Newman in 1958?" Matt asked.

"Does it matter?" she giggled.

"Of course, now just pick one!"

"I guess Paul Newman in 1958," she said. "How about you?"

"Oh, definitely Paul Newman in 1958," he replied.

"No!" she shouted with laughter. "Which celebrity would you sleep with?"

"Besides Paul Newman? I'd go with Natalie Portman, probably."

"Good choice—smart, interesting, and pretty."

"Sounds like somebody I know," he grinned.

"Oh, yeah? Is it your girlfriend?" she teased.

"Not yet," he slid a bit closer to her in the booth, "But I'm working on that."

She grinned back at him. "Ask me another question," she said.

"Ok...what would you do if I kissed you right now?"

"Is that hypothetical?" she asked, leaning a bit closer to him.

He leaned in until his lips almost touched hers. "Maybe..." She pressed her lips gently against his, gasping slightly as he increased the pressure. He pulled her closer against him as he sucked gently on her lower lip, and she moaned quietly, lifting her face to look into his eyes.

"I guess that answers that question," she grinned, and he could see the lust in her eyes.

"Let's get out of here," he said, and they quickly went to pay the bill. They walked quickly back to her apartment, and he sat on the couch as she poured two glasses of wine.

As she sat next to him, he moved closer to pick up where they had left off. "Wait," she said. "Do you have a girlfriend, wife, fuckbuddy?"

He laughed. "No, I'm single. Completely free of any such entanglements. You?"

"Same." She smiled, setting her wine on the table, and taking his glass to set next to hers. She slid into his lap, straddling his legs. "Do you do this often?" She asked, leaning in to kiss him.

"What, kiss beautiful women?" His hands ran up and down her back as he took her earlobe in his mouth.

"Pick up random women."

"You grabbed me," he reminded her. "And this is your apartment."

"Answer the question."

"No. The last time I had any sort of action was almost a year ago, when I broke up with my girlfriend."

"Why did you break up?"

"Listen," he pushed her back. "I don't want to think about her right now. I'm here with you, and I want to enjoy every moment."

"Ok." She smiled. "I haven't had sex in over a year, either."

"I didn't ask."

"You were wondering, though."

"Well. I guess we both need this."

"I guess so."

"It doesn't hurt that I'm incredibly attracted to you," he added.

"That's never a bad thing."

He pulled her close again, stroking her face as he kissed her gently, holding her to him as he deepened the kiss. She moaned as he slid his tongue against hers, teased it, tempted it to follow it back into his own mouth, where he sucked on it gently.

Her hands rubbed his chest and arms, exploring his muscles as her hips pressed harder against his. She could feel his cock begin to harden as he moved her hips back and forth against him, and he moaned as he realized what she was doing.

He had to see her tits, and began tugging her tee shirt over her head. She smiled and helped, and her long blonde hair cascaded as it was freed from the shirt. Her bra was white and lacy, and he ran his thumbs over her already-hard nipples before moving to undo the clasp. He loved front-closing bras, as opening them up was distinctly like opening a favorite book: the covers open to reveal the treasure inside. This time was no exception. As he pulled the bra open, he grinned in delight at the two perfect breasts, capped with hard, rosy buds. He tossed the bra to the floor and hungrily sucked one nipple into his mouth, his hand kneading the other firm mound.

She moaned happily as he suckled her, rubbing harder against his crotch as he teased her nipple with his tongue. He switched tits, sucking and licking the dry one and pinching her wet nipple between his fingers.

She pulled back slightly, moving her hands to unbutton her jeans. "Too much fabric," she moaned, pushing them down. He eagerly reached out to help her, pulling her back astride him when she kicked them off. "I want your skin on my tits," she moaned, pushing his shirt up.

He took it off and tossed it, pulling her against him as he kissed her lips and neck.

Her nipples grazed against his chest as she began riding him through their clothes, and his hands firmly gripped her ass, his thumbs sliding under the waistband of her lacy white thong. He began thrusting up against her, pushing his throbbing cock against her cunt.

She moaned into his ear, "I'm not sure why they call this ‘dry humping.' I'm awfully wet."

"I'd better take a look," he said. She slid off of him as he began standing up, and as she took his place on the couch, he knelt in front of her. He rubbed her cunt through the fabric of her thong, and then pulled the thong down.

She lifted her ass so that he could slide it off, and as soon as she sat back down, he spread her pussylips with his fingers. He rubbed his thumb gently over her clit, watching her juices drip out of her, and then buried his face in her pussy. He licked up and down, thrusting his tongue into her dripping hole. He moved back up to suck on her clit as he began fucking her with his middle finger.

She loved the feel of his facial hair rubbing against her and began humping his hand and face. She moaned in protest as he pulled away.

"I want you to ride my face," he explained, lying back on the floor. She immediately straddled his face, reaching forward as he'd hoped to unbutton his jeans. She freed his cock, sucking the head into her mouth as she pumped the base with her hand.

He sucked firmly on her clit, teasing it with his tongue, as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. He teased her asshole with his finger before pushing two fingers into her cunt.

"You're so tight," he moaned as she increased ministrations on his cock. He was now thrusting up as best he could into her mouth as she slammed her pussy back against his hand and mouth. Just as he was about to come, she pulled away.

"Come on my titties," she begged, lying next to him. She rubbed her clit with one hand as he got on his knees and jerked himself onto her, spraying her tits and face. She moaned, rubbing the cum into her skin with her free hand, and when he was finished, he moved his face back to her clit, sucking and licking until she came, too.

After a few minutes, she got up. "I'm going to take a quick shower while you recuperate," she told him, padding off to the bathroom. He heard the water start and lay there for a few minutes until curiosity got the better of him. He followed her steps into the bathroom, waiting for a moment before pushing the curtain open.

"I'll be ready a lot sooner if I can watch you," he grinned, already starting to get hard at the sight of the nude, soapy woman.

She grinned back, gesturing for him to sit. He had to admit that she was beautiful. 5'4", she was about 120 pounds, and most of that was tits and ass. She had a tiny waist that flared out into a perfect round ass in one direction and large, round tits in the other. If he had to guess, she was probably a 34 D. Long, blonde hair and dark blue eyes completed her perfect face.

She poured some soap into her hand and began rubbing it on her tits and stomach. Her eyes were closed as she moved her hands down toward her pussy. She put one foot on the edge of the bathtub, giving him a perfect view of a perfect pink cunt.

After getting more soap, she began rubbing her hands all over her cunt before focusing on her clit. As she rubbed in firm, efficient little circles, he pulled his pants off and began stroking his cock. He could see the juices dripping out of her cunt and wanted to fuck her then, but he wanted even more to see her get herself off.

Before long, she did just that, moaning loudly as her whole body began to shudder. Afraid she would slip, he reached around her to turn off the water and picked her up.

He carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed, where she lay quietly as he looked around. He picked up a long scarf and carried it to the bed. Tying one of her hands with one end, he looped it around a bedpost before securing her other hand. He pulled her body diagonally across the bed so that her arms were loosely above her head.

"This will be better when we go to my place," he assured her, and she laughed. He climbed over her, straddling her face. "Suck my balls," he ordered, dropping them into her waiting mouth.

As she gently licked and sucked his balls, his cock danced above her face. Finally, he couldn't take it any more and moved down her body. He lifted her legs over her head, then slid his cock into her tight pussy.

"Ohhhhh...you feel so good," he moaned as he pumped gently in and out until he was completely in her. He rested there for a moment, breathing hard as his cock was gripped firmly by her cunt. After a minute, he began fucking her quickly, pounding down into her forcefully.

She was moaning and squirming, trying to free her hands to touch him, squeezing her cunt around him to distract the complete concentration of sensation from her pussy, but she was helpless. She could only moan and roll back and forth with the force of his body.

He moved her legs, dropping them on either side of him, and slowed the pace of his hips. He kneaded her tits as he fucked her more gently, making love to her as he'd wanted to do when he first saw her on the train.

She wrapped her legs around him, growling, "Hard again," into his ear, and he kissed her as he forced his hips against her more firmly. She grunted with every quick, determined thrust, and her tits bounced as he rode her. Her legs pulled him against her, and her hips met his eagerly.

He raised himself onto his arms, closing his eyes as he concentrated on fucking her as hard as he could. His knees were planted firmly into the bed as only his hips moved back and forth, forcing his cock in and out of her cunt roughly and rapidly. Her grunts had become one continuous moan, and his eyes flew open as he felt his cock begin to twitch. "Can I come in you?" he demanded.

"Fuck, me...Come in me now!" she moaned.

He kissed her and pounded into her even harder, building the rhythm to a climax when, with a shout, he sprayed her cunt with more cum than he had thought possible. He rolled off of her, lying next to her on the bed.

"Wow," she moaned, panting.

"Yeah," he replied.

"A girl could get used to that," she laughed.

"Good," he said, "Because I can think of at least thirty-five more ways that I want to do that with you."

"Only thirty-five?" she teased.

"Well, you wore me out," he explained, rolling over to kiss her.

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Quick note, a good cover song: Hot N Cold - A Smile From The Trenches. Listen now thank me laterrrr! ;)

Category: The Used - Rating: G - Genres: Romance - Characters:  - Warnings: [!] - Published: 2010/08/14 - Updated: 2010/08/14 - 1449 words

"Oh God guys have you seen my cellphone?? We've been on this stationary bus for 10 minutes and i've already lost it!" Quinn groaned. Jeph laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Allright Bert give it back before he starts panicking" He said. I did my best innocent look and blinked back at Jeph.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" I said trying to keep a straight face. Branden giggled next to me as I shifted uncomfortably.
"Bert c'mon dude this isn't funny. I promised Melissa I'd ring her as soon as I got on the bus!" He said frowning at me.
"And im telling you man I don't have it. Feel free to search me but take caution. You don't know what you'll find" I replied smirking and wriggling my hips. A smile flitted across Quinn's face and Jeph chuckled from the couch behind him.
"Fine. You won't mind if I ring my cell from Jeph's phone then will you?" He asked punching the numbers into Jeph's cell. Branden looked at me and Jeph raised his eyebrows from across the bus but I kept a poker face and stared right back at Quinn.
"Go ahead". Quinn put the phone to his ear.
"It's ringing" He said. There was silence on the bus and hen my crotch started to vibrate and a blue screen image appeared through my shorts. Branden exploded into laughter as Quinn looked at me horrified.
"Ohhh dude" He grimaced and I winked at him. There came a knock at our door and Quinn ran to open it.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!! Bert shoved my cell down his pants and..." He stopped.
"Ummm Quinn, meet The Hormones. They'll be touring with you for the next few months" Came Matt's voice. Quinn stepped aside as Matt tepped throught the door. He turned behind him.
"I'll just check they're all decent. We do have a lady in our midst" He said. I heard a nervous giggle. Matt walked directly over to me and frowned at the blue vibrating square down my shorts.
"Dear God..." He muttered. "Allright, Quinn show our victims in"
"Come on up guys, and girl" Quinn said winking down at someone outside the door. A figure stepped onto the bus and I felt my jaw drop.
The girl who just entered through the door swivelled her head round the whole bus, taking us all in before her eyes rested on mine. She was quite short, about 5"5 and had snow white skin. Her hair was black, and greatly contrasted against her pale skin making it look darker. On a closer look I saw it had random strips of electric blue, green and pink through it. Her full fringey bangs were long and just rested above her eyes so you could barely see her eyebrows. Her eyes were ice blue, and were rimmed with thick black winged eyeliner. Her lip were pale pink and were curently pulled up into a shy, adorable little smile. A silver lip ring circled the left of her bottom lip. She was wearing a tight black little vest shirt, and had star tattoos dotted up her left wrist. The short bitten nails on her left hand were bright blue and her slender fingers were decorated with cute little tattooed images. Her right hand was tightly gripping the guy's behind her. She had a pair of tight black, ripped-at-the-knee skinny jeans slung low around her tiny waist, and the top of her bright pink underwear peeked over her spikey belt. I could see a couple of cherry blossoms dissapearing up her shirt on the small bit of waist that poked out between the end of her shirt and the start of her jeans. Her feet were firmly placed in a pair of bright pink converse trainers, which had been decorated n black marker. The 3 guys behind her were all dressed in long shirts and jeans. One at the back was dressed head to toe in black, and had a long black fringe, equally pale skin and glittering green eyes. He was a total goth type, but looked like a girl. The fangirls were gonna love him. The guy slightly infront of him had longish dark blonde hair jammed tightly under a tight backwards cap, a broken, slightly mis-shapen nose and his arms bulged with muscle. He looked, a total drummer and wore a Minor Threat shirt. The guy who's hand was being gripped by the girl had brown hair spiked up at the front, a total Jake Gyllenhaal style, and dark blue eyes. His skin was tanned lightly and he was tall and lean. He wasn't as strikingly goodlooking as the goth guy at the back, but he had a friendly looking face and a cheeky grin. The girl totally stood out from all of them, and I realised she was the only female.
I was so busy inspecting this girl that I completley missed what Matt had been saying, and only came to my senses when I realised he was waving a hand in my face and everyone was looking at me.
"Whaaa....?" I asked snapping my jaw shut. Matt sighed exasperatedly.
"I SAID will you knidly please return Quinn's phone from your pants?" He said. My cheeks burned as I quickly yanked the cell out of my shorts. The girl's eyes trailed down to where the phone just was and lingered there. I smirked at her and her eyes shot to mine then she turned her head sharply, looking away, her cheeks bright red. My grin grew wider and I leant back againt the couch, my focus still on her.
"Bert, since you look so pleased with yourself, why don't you introduce yourself to our new friends?" Matt asked. I opened my mouth.
"Oh no need. We already know" The girl interjected quickly. "Quinn Allman, guitar, Jeph Howard, bass, and Branden Steineckert, drums" She pointed to each of them in turn. Her eyes switched to mine again, glittering. "And that, is Bert McCracken, vocals and piano player". I smiled and bowed my head.
"This is Dan, Blake, Robbie and i'm Ria" She said gesturing to the four guys behind her who either nodded or waved. "And Pete is our manager" She added quickly glancing over at him before returning her gaze to mine.
"Well, Pete and I will leave you all to get aqquainted while we discuss boring travel details" Matt said, grinning. Him and Pete exited the bus but the girl and I kept eye contact.
"Uhhh can I offer any of you guys a drink?" Quinn asked politely. Dan let turned to him.
"To be honest man, I'd kill for a beer" He said brightly. Quinn smiled and turned to get him one. "Anyone else want one?"
"I will" I said not breaking my line of sight.
"Ditto" The girl said, doing the same thing. Robbie moved from the back and leant against the counter next to the fridge. Blake walked over to Jeph and slumped down next to him extending a hand to him.
"Hey there" Jeph smiled shaking it.
"I've heard so much about you guys" Blake said brightly. "Ria here won't shut up about you. She thinks your incredible. You're all she ever talks about" Ria dragged her eyes from mine and shot a glare at him.
"Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake!" She whined. Jeph chuckled.
"We're extremley gracious. But we should be returning the compliment. We all LOVE you band" He said smiling kindly at Ria. She blinked.
"Oh my God really?" She asked looking genuinely flattered. "I've listened to you guys since I was 16" She said proudly.
"She calls herself dedicated but she's actually obsessed" Robbie said. He spoke in a whisper, but it was loud enough to hear. She scowled at him.
"Obsession is a good thing. It's deep and personal, but it can also be manical and twisted depending what the object of your obsession is...or who.." I said darkly still looking at Ria. She looked back at me, eyes glittering.
"Sit down somewhere Ria" Jeph said. The only seat left spare was next to me. She stood over me and raised her eyebrows, as if asking if it was okay. I nodded and she sank down next to me. She extended a hand to shake mine but I grabbed it and pulled it to my lips and kissed it gently. She blushed as I smirked up at her and she grinned back at me adorably. I hung onto her hand a bit longer than I should have but stroked it gently as I released it. She raised her eyes back to mine and continued our silent staring competition as the rest of the boys chatted amongst themselves.
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Actually far-rightists have a history of smearing the service records of veterans who don't agree with their politics. E.g. the whole Swift-boat affair, the lies about John McCain and the USS Forrestall, Trump taking a jab at him for being captured as a POW, attacking the Gold Star family. Never mind the fact that he dodged the draft himself and never served a day. Spare us the whole political pawn argument, you guys have no moral high ground here whatsoever.

If anything, the gospels evolved from earlier writings, thus the concept of "who" or "what" Jesus was evolved as well.

The average poor person in those countries can see a doctor when their sick too

With a posh british accent to boot?! :)

The act Saucier was guilty of was stupid, but he was a decent person and deserved a pardon so he could move on with his life. And how anyone explain how he got convicted and yet Clinton was never charged is beyond me.

I know....if only I knew someone to help.

Now post the citations to the peer-reviewed scientific research published in scientific refereed journals that falsified AGW.

It does NOTHING to fix the problem, there. Any 5 year old can tell you after the fact what happened was wrong. Its preventing those things that is where the rubber meets the road sort of speak. Wagging you Republican finger telling the afflicted this is your fault for this and if you didnt do A or B this would have ended differently. Just more Rightist stupidity highlighting how wishes should fix things

Are you aware that there are two key concepts you are ignoring? First, Goedel?s Incompleteness Theorem provides a fine definition for the limitations of any mathematical system, one key aspect being Self-Referentiality in parallel with the linguistic paradox, "This sentence is false." That is part of the Epistemology dealt with in point 2.

I see... well, I didn't know that. What goes on behind closed doors in this day and age, rather surprising in a way.

Nowadays no doubt Islam. Once they were one worth other. Religion is worst poison known to man.

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