A buck’s night went in a very different direction

Here we were at a friend’s stag night. We had a lot of
booze and a lot of jokes, lots of laughter and in a week
our friend was getting married. We knew that the best
man had organised some entertainment, so we all assumed,
knowing the best man, it was going to be a stripper.

The cost for the night was quite high for twenty males,
actually but as some of us were never married, or
between marriages, like me, there was not a lot of
thought about the cost. Everyone was connected to the
groom in some way, some of us are, like the groom,
teachers and former teachers with some other
acquaintances of the groom from childhood friends and
neighbors. Surprisingly enough we had a lot of common
friends so almost everybody knew everybody else.

The best man was the kind of person who knew where all
the bodies were buried, so had access to a lot of
resources we would never have considered. The room we
were in had a bar set up at one end, with a complete
bathroom and shower alongside the bar. At the other end
of the room there was a large television screen showing
porn movies all night. The sound had been turned off and
the lights were dimmed but there was so much noise going
on that no-one would have heard the sounds anyway.

As the night wore on, the best man disappeared for a bit
then reappeared with a big man, and I mean big, and two
women. These were the strippers. That explained why the
cost seemed high, the booze we would consume would never
have been that costly.

The lights flickered and the best man came out with a
chair. Placing the chair in front of the TV screen, he
called for the groom to present himself, which he duly
did, and he sat in the chair. We waited in anticipation
for a while and the best man told some rather crude
jokes and stories about the groom’s youth in particular.

When he was done, the big man announced “Jasmine”,
pressed a button on this ghetto blaster and some real
high energy music started. The first of the dancers
appeared, and went through her routine. She pranced
around, got the groom to take bits of her clothes off,
which he did with some trouble. Hard to undress a woman
when you have a glass in your hand. Her tits were nice,
round and firm, and her body was okay, nice shaped pubic
hair, shaved to a heart. Attractive but distant. She
smiled a plastic smile that lit up nothing. She was the
professional, the dancer in the room, and everyone had
to keep their distance. The dancer lap-danced the groom
and at one point she had straddled him and was slapping
his face with her tits.

Most of us were watching, but not really engaging. The
smiles were the fixed leers that men are supposed to
wear while watching a naked woman prance. She moved
around the room and must have realized the music was
coming to an end. She made a beeline back to the groom
and just made it to the point where she grabbed his head
and pulled it into her breasts. The music ended and she
let him go, turned and almost ran to the bathroom.

The big guy swapped discs in the boom-box and announced
“Jade – the dancer’s dancer!” He pressed the button and
within the first three bars this rather beautiful,
petite young woman appeared and started dancing around
the room. Not tall at all, she was well muscled, a
dancer’s muscles. Defined and incredibly shapely,
promising tits, a waspish waist and broadened hips.

The rest of the room went relatively quiet as she
started peeling layers of clothes off. For about a
minute she worked her way around the room and when she
got to me, she stopped, looked me in the eye and
pirouetted, stepped towards me and presented her zip for
me to pull down.

Never one to resist such a challenge, I took the zip in
hand and did as requested. Her dress parted and she was
down to a glitzy bikini with lots of sequins. She moved
around the room again, and got to the groom, stopped and
pulled a face at him, then bent over, backwards for him
to untie the top of her very little costume. Of course,
he had had too much to drink and made a mess of it.

The look of exasperation on her face was very brief as
she again danced around the room. Getting to me, she
again stopped, pirouetted and leaned into me, asking if
I would quickly untie the cord. I did, and you could see
these magnificent tits come free. She then moved on and
the guy next to me said, “Man, she must like you. That’s
the second time she stopped at you.”

“Yeah, right,” I replied, “I am probably the only sober
person in the room more like it. Girl like her would
have seen this before, picks the non-drunk so she
doesn’t get into trouble.”

“Nah, not the way she lookin’ at you, man,” he went on,
“You could get real lucky there, I’m tellin’ ya.”

I just laughed and dismissed the idea as being silly.

Watching her move around the room, I was really engaging
in a fantasy experience with her, was was every other
male in the room. Petite, dark hair, I noted she had
dark eyes, and an hourglass figure. Her tits were firm,
even though they were now swaying in the opposite
direction of her movements. Her aureoles were not overly
large but well proportioned for the size of the breasts.
Gyrating, she seemed lost in the sound of the music,
timing her movements to the beat.

The song slowed and ended, and another started, with
something slower, but the athleticism of her first dance
was overwhelmed by the sensuous nature of the second.
Her whole body moved, rippled with the notes. None of us
would have been standing there without an erection, I
certainly was.

I really felt that she was dancing for me, that is how
good she was. I looked at others in the room, they were
absolutely silent, watching this shimmering sexual
goddess moving among us, around us. She moved from guy
to guy, looking at him, making him feel special for a
moment. You could see it in their eyes. Every one of
them would rip what was left of her costume off and take
her, there and then, in front of everyone – even the
married guys. Then she came to me, and stopped, just as
the music stopped.

Within seconds, another track started, this time one of
raw drumbeats and strong rhythms. Looking at me, smiling
the smile of someone with a secret, the dancer twirled
and with one leg high seemed to levitate off the ground.
Still only in a bikini bottom, she almost hit her head
on the ceiling. For a little girl, she was obviously a
skilled athlete. She stopped and looked at me again, and
my cock knew that this was for me.

Again, I dismissed this as the fantasy of a horny male
watching a topless dancer prancing around the room. She
took off again, with a huge grin, then spun towards the
groom. Just as she reached him, he seemed to lurch and
fell off the chair. The best man was right alongside him
and helped him back into the chair, but the guy was just
shitfaced. Lucky he was not throwing up, I thought.

This didn’t faze the dancer at all, she seemed to dance
with renewed vigour, again, moving rhythmically with the
pounding drums and again, back to me. She offered her
hip and I noticed there was a draw string in a bow, I
pulled the bow and the bikini bottom fell open, then
down as she pulled the string on the other side.

I could just smell twenty cocks rising to salute this
gorgeous young woman, displaying herself in her natural
form. Every eye in the house was on her, as she sped
around the room, keeping time with the increasing drum
beats. Around she whirled, faster and faster as the
music built to a crescendo and she got to me and
everything stopped at once. She stopped, the music
stopped, and every heart in the place stopped.

You could feel the sexual tension in the room, what was
she going to do now? We had a few moments to eye this
goddess. She stood proud, naked and open, drinking our
adulation, slowly she turned, and faced the groom, who
was, by this time, almost oblivious of her attention.
The music started again and unbelievably, it was Ravel’s
Bolero.

We were all stunned, what was going to happen next?
Whatever had been arranged, if anything, was not going
to happen, the big guy just stopped the music and said
loudly, “Sorry, gents, that was my music.” I noticed the
other girl had put on a robe, and was standing alongside
him. She was about to say something to the big guy but
he shook his head.

While the other guys were disappointed, it seemed pretty
obvious what was going to happen, but I was actually
relieved. I caught a glimpse of the petite dancer and
there was a fleeting look of relief there and when she
turned to look at the big guy, he just nodded. She
floated off to the bathroom to the thunderous applause
of the audience. As she walked passed me, she looked and
winked, I swear it, she winked. All too soon she
disappeared into the bathroom to dress again.

Needing to take a leak, and to get better look at this
young woman, I made my way to the bathroom to wait
patiently for her to come out. There was a lock on the
door, so it wasn’t like I could burst in on her. I got
as close as I could, to make sure that there would be
no-one in front of me, and to eyeball this woman. The
big guy eyed me, but seemed to chill a little when I
made it obvious I was only waiting patiently.

The door opened and this fully dressed woman appeared in
the door frame. I moved aside to allow her to pass and
the big guy looked squarely at us I felt this hand grab
the front of my shirt pulling me inward. WTF? I heard
the door slam and a lock being shut, I felt this
pressure wrapping itself around me and pulling my head
down a little. I felt these lips pressing on mine and a
tongue probing at my lips. A hand snaked over my crotch,
having a good feel of me.

With no idea what was actually going on, I was tempted
to push her away. Being a gentleman, I accommodated her
kiss – what else could I do? The hand on my cock
convinced me to go with the flow. There was a tap on
the door, and the big guy asked “Jade?”

“It’s alright Walt, I am not going to hurt him.” she
said smiling.

“Um, okay, but we don’t have that much time. We’ve gotta
get back.”

“I know, I won’t be long,” she replied.

“Well, you want to tell me what is going on then?” I
asked.

“Nope, but,” she reached into her bag and pulled out a
pen and a card, writing on the back of it. “If you want
to know, call me on this number, without fail tomorrow
after 3:00. I am free tomorrow night.”

“I may be busy tomorrow night,” I said, a little
playfully.

“You are now,” she smiled, and then reached up and
kissed me again. This was a promise, a real kiss that
left me gasping for air. “Mmm,” she said, “I’ve waited a
long time for that.” Reaching out and grabbing my dick
she went on, “And I’m not going to wait much longer. You
better call me, otherwise there’s going to be another
broken heart, lost in the wide universe.”

Then she was gone, and all I had was the aroma of her,
and the feel of her soft flesh pressing on my lips and
her hand caressing my hardened dick in my pants.

I took her card and put it into my wallet, safest place
when I keep my wallet in my front pocket. It is hard to
get it out of that pocket, and my wallet never gets
washed. I was intrigued now, “I’ve waited a long time.”
seems to place me at a disadvantage. Obviously she knew
me, but I did not know her. Okay, work it backwards.
“…a long time”. This has to be former student of mine.
I been teaching mainly Grade 7s, 8s and 9s in a junior
high school for the last 12 years. I am now 34 and she
has to be in her mid-20s, so it must be someone in my
first two or three years. The grade 9s would be too old
now, the Grade 8s may be better candidates, or maybe the
Grade 7s. I still have class photographs from then, so I
am going to have to look. I finished in the bathroom and
washed up, checking myself in the mirror before going
back into the room.

The guy who was standing alongside me when Jade was
dancing, said, “Well? You get her number?”

“What?”

“I saw her man, she grabbed you like she was gonna do
you in the bathroom,” he said laughingly.

“Oh, no. I think she was a former student… but I am
damned if I know who.”

“So, you gonna see her again?”

“Nah!” I said dismissively, “No idea where to contact
her.” I could feel the pimples forming on my tongue as I
said it.

“Talk to the best man, he knows where she came from, be
really worth your while.”

“Too much like hard work. Just got rid of one wife, and
I am not ready to start hunting again.” I laughed.

“Yeah, know what you mean. Best thing, find some bitch
you hate and buy her a house, saves a lot of fucking
drama.” We laughed together and continued laughing for
the rest of the night. I remained without any booze, and
poured my new friend home, which wasn’t far from my
freshly-occupied-just-moved-in-empty-but-full-of-boxes
apartment. I promised I would come and visit next
weekend, and we would start to scour the strip joints
until we found her, but that is unlikely – something
about in vino no veritas or some such.

The next morning I was intrigued by the events of the
night before. I looked around the boxes I had not
emptied until I found my collection of school yearbooks.
I scoured the images until I was sure there was no-one
there that I could link to Jade.

Perhaps I was wrong – maybe not a former student. The
clock ticked to 3:00pm, and I pulled out the card,
trying to decide if it was a waste of time or not. The
clock ticked and I looked at the card. I remembered the
kiss, the feeling of this delightful creature in my
arms, her lips on mine. I reached for my cell phone and
hesitated. “Ahh fuck it! You are not going to die
wondering,” I told myself and dialed the number.

It rang once, and she answered. “Jade,” I said,

“David Jannsen,” she replied. “I am very glad you
called, and relieved.”

“I have been telling myself not to,” I told her, “I
really wasn’t going to.”

“New Year’s resolutions are like that too,” she laughed,
the tinkle of her laughter came through more clearly
than her voice. “So have you called to ask me out to
dinner then?”

“I thought we could go to a lovely little restaurant I
heard about last night.”

“Yes, that sounds great,” she replied and gave me her
address. I told her I would be there at 7:00 and she
said she would be ready. “I hope you do not mind me
calling you by your first name, David, but Mr. Jannsen
seems, well, a little formal.”

“Anyone I have watched dance as you did last night, can
call me whatever they like,” I said and was rewarded by
that easy laughter.

“In the mean time, have you worked out who I am yet?” I
could hear the smile in her voice.

“You are expecting me not to remember then?”

“I would be disappointed that perhaps I had not grown up
as much as I thought I was.”

“So far, then, almost stranger,” I said in my best
Donald Sutherland voice, “Your identity has eluded me,
but I have narrowed it down to about 300 people. I will
have you before the night is out!”

“Is that a promise?” She asked, and I just realised what
I said. “A bet then.” The gambler in me came out so I
said, “Done.”

I had no idea who I was looking for, but I grabbed the
first three year books I had appeared in and delved into
the class photos. I found about four candidates in one
book, two in another and the last book yielded seven of
them. There a few more passes and I narrowed it down
even further. Then I started thinking about what she
said “…another broken heart, lost in the wide
universe.”

Most of the girls I included in these passes were – well
they were not necessarily the brightest of students.
Yes, yes, I know, stereotyping adolescents as airheads
does not mean that they may remain an airhead as an
adult – but I knew these kids once, and few of them
would even make the kind of literate connection that
statement makes. So let’s go back, damn, I am running
out of time!

As I prepared for my dinner date I started to go over
the images in my mind, still not knowing who I might be
looking for. Instead of the airhead patrol, I thought to
look amongst the smarter kids. When I finished my shower
and was dressed in something warmer than I might
otherwise have chosen, I went back to the books and
started again.

Within a minute I found a likely pair of candidates from
my first year, but there was a problem, they were twins.
Alex and Tawnee. Both girls were pretty, not tall for
their age, not that well developed as Grade 7s, or 8s,
but started blossoming as Grade 9s. They left to go to a
high school, and I lost track of them. They both were
very bright, both had large dark eyes and dark hair.
Neither struck me as being dancer material, but things
change I suppose.

I also found three other candidates, but dismissed them
as one was too tall, one had a round face which would
unlikely change, and the last had a big toothy grin that
braces had not fixed when she graduated to high school.

Thinking about the differences between the girls and
looking at the photos, I had real trouble picking
between them, but it was one of them for sure – had to
be. As I leafed through the book I found the original
photos in, I recalled they won a science award of some
sort in Grade 9. As winners were few and far between at
that time, at that school, a rather large fuss was made
of it by the school. I picked up the right yearbook and
found what I was looking for.

The girls were almost identical, and if I recalled
properly, there were differences easy to pick once you
knew them. I had to refresh my memory rather quickly now
and I studied the images closely. Then found a
difference, it was all in the smile. On Alex, the top-
right canine was more triangular, definitely pointy,
enough to be a noticeable difference. Gotcha! Jade
definitely had that same tooth. I made sure I took the
year book with me.

The drive to pick Alex up was not long, but it was in a
very nice part of town, rent must be costing a fortune.
Thinking about what I can recall of the twins, dance was
an unlikely route for either of them. I think I saw them
as doctors or some other professional person, but not
lawyers. Neither of them, I thought, had the sort of
ruthlessness about them that they would need to become a
blood-sucking lawyer.

The short drive passed quickly and I pulled up out front
of this rather expensive looking 15 storey condominium.
Looking at the front doors, into the lobby there were
lifts and to the left of the door a call panel with a
camera.

Pressing the right button, I waited and Jade responded,
“Right on time, 14th floor, apartment 1409, left out the
elevator.” she said.

“Okay.” I waved at the camera and heard the buzzer so
pushed through the door and into the lobby. I waited a
moment for the elevator to arrive and thought about what
I would ask of her. I knew where I wanted this to go,
but I wanted to tease her a bit first.

I waited by the door and I could see the lift start to
move from the penthouse floor. It stopped at the fifth
floor and after a few moments, started moving down
again. In moments the lift made it to the ground and the
doors opened. An older couple got out and smiled at me –
that friendly smile given to a known person, even though
I had never been there before. I took the lift up and
pressed the doorbell. The door opened and a shimmering
gossamer vision stood in the doorway.

“Hi,” I said, stunned by this exquisite beauty in a see
through top and obviously not wearing panties.

“I am glad you called, David, seriously. I really did
not want to be on my own tonight.”

“Yep, all I was planning to do tonight was to unpack a
box or two.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, after six months, it is about time that I stopped
living out of a box and settled in properly. Divorce has
come through, so I am officially single again.”

“Oh, I see, okay, tell me – who am I?” She smiled.

“You sure you want to lose?”

“Ha! You have to get it right!”

“Alex,” I was smug in my victory but tried not to show
it.

“Oh, you found the old yearbook didn’t you?” I nodded,
“Pity they made a mess of the names then,” she laughed.

“Tawnee?” She nodded… oh damn! Not good.

“Don’t fret over it, I didn’t think you would get that
far actually, not on the clues I gave you.”

I nodded her victory and she came into my arms, kissing
me. When I came up for air she said, “Ah, now I get to
exercise the terms of our bet.”

I nodded, she took my hand and led me into the lounge
where she sat down, laid back, spread her legs revealing
all her lightly covered vagina and said, “Eat me. Make
me cum!”

“Oh my,” I said, “looks like a delightful meal.”

I got on my knees in front of her and looked at that now
glistening opening, pink pushing through the thinned
hair. My mouth watered at the thought of munching on
that clit. I leaned forward, ran my hands along those
dancers legs, and gently kissed the inside of one thigh,
just above the knee, then the other.

I kissed my way up her legs and ran my fingers over her
lower legs, softly touching as much of her calf muscles
as I could, stroking the rear of her knees. I lifted her
legs over my shoulders and buried my face into that soft
pubis.

I kept licking and biting and sucking the clit, the lips
of the labia and was rewarded with the sweet juices of
her vagina. I forced my tongue as deep into her I could
reach, I lapped her clit, prodded the top and the bottom
of the vaginal opening, and was soon rewarded with the
pumping of her hips into my mouth. Her thighs squeezed
my head, her mons pushed up to meet my lips, her moans
turned to squeals of delight and she cum into my mouth.

Her juice ran over my lips and onto my chin and I just
kept licking her and then some more, reveling in the
pleasure I was giving her. I made her cum a second time,
her responses just as strong as the first time. I let up
then, didn’t want to wear her out too early. I stood and
moved alongside her, and put my arm around her shoulders
when she moved her head to accommodate me on the sofa.

“Wow,” she gasped, “That was excellent.” She breathed
heavily for a while and slowly the red flush on her
thighs disappeared. “Not once, but twice.” She stretched
like a cat, again revealing the centre of my recent
exertions. My hand draped over her shoulder and brushed
lightly across the nipple of her breast. “Oh, if you
keep that up the only thing we will be eating is each
other.”

“Suits me, you taste very nice,” I said.

“But I need to keep my calories up, dancing requires a
very healthy diet.”

I kissed the side of her head, then her cheek and her
lips as she turned her face to me. I gently probed her
mouth with my tongue, touching the tip of her tongue,
feeling my way around her teeth. “Eating you should be a
large part of any healthy diet I think,” I said.

“Now I have you here, I want you to cum in my mouth, on
my face, inside me and up my ass, then I want to be
covered in your cum.” she went on, “But there are too
few calories to be little more than a very tiny snack I
am afraid. Come on, we better get you fed, you will need
your energy later.”

“Oh? Have something in mind then?”

“Yes, you are going to be dancing for me. Well, on top
of me, under me, behind me, in front of me. After that,
we are just going to have to be inventive,” she smiled.

“All in one night?” I asked, teasingly.

“No, but Spring Break starts next Friday and you are
just going to have to be here when I am not working, or
dancing.”

“Will I?” I asked, laughing, initially missing the
distinction between working and dancing.

“If you want more of me you will be here – with bells
on.” She laughed. “Oh, I will have a surprise for you as
well, next week.”

“What surprise would that be?” I asked, “As if I have
not been surprised enough?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” she
retorted. “Come on, supper awaits. Hope you don’t mind a
simple meal, I haven’t had a chance to cook for someone
else for ages.”

With what I have been eating lately, a simple cooked
meal will be a wonderful alternative, I thought. We went
into the dining area and the table was large, laid out
for two. The cutlery was actually quite expensive, as
was the rest of the tableware. In fact, this whole
apartment smacked of wealth. “This is lovely, how have
you done it? Live here, I mean” I asked.

“Ahhem, the proverbial rich uncle, I’m afraid. Dad’s
brother. Hell, I could never have afforded anything like
this.”

“He must be a nice guy to have fixed you up in a place
like this.” I followed Tawnee to the kitchen, which was
bigger than my apartment’s lounge.

“He was, really, a nice guy. Gay and funny and
absolutely ruthless in his business, apparently.” She
took out some dishes and opened the stove, taking a dish
out, with gloves. She then ladled some of the goulash
onto a plate, “Say when.”

“When,” I said, then asked invitingly, “You said,
‘was’?”

“Yes, he ran most of the business from the East Coast,
he kept this place for a rest when he needed a break.
Only his boyfriend knew about this place, and the family
of course. He was killed in a plane crash, three or four
years ago now.”

I made some sorrowful sounding noises, as she went on.

“Dad and my grand-parents were his only relatives so
they inherited the lot, apart from some that went to the
boyfriend – but he gave it back.”

“Nice guy – he could have had half.” We went back to the
dining room, sat down and began to eat. I poured a white
wine as she continued talking. “I’m still tingling you
know. You’re very good on the oral sex.”

“I aim to please,” I said. “So what happened next?”

“Turned out the boyfriend was richer than Uncle Rob, and
only wanted their memorabilia. Dad gave it all to him
except for some pieces that Grandma wanted, the
boyfriend invites Grandma to his place every year for a
remembrance ceremony, she goes, took me this year. The
boyfriend’s family were more of a problem.” She named
one of the richest families in the country, to my
amazement.

“The business that Uncle Rob set up was very profitable
and under the terms of the will, all his shares went to
Dad and Granddad. At the funeral, they made it clear
that Dad was not going to be taking a place on the board
or anything.

“Dad told them he would make his own mind up, but was
not interested in changing his line of employment
anyway. Later he told the executor of the estate that he
was to sell the shares and all other interests in the
company back to the boyfriend’s family, if they wanted
them. The money could be placed into trust, and that
turned out to be an awful lot of money.

“Then there was the real estate. A lot of it was sold,
which paid out any mortgages, but the remainder was to
be taken over by the Trust Dad and Granddad set up. Mom
and Dad live in the family home, Grandma and Granddad
bought an apartment, Alex is down at Berkeley so the
Trust rents a small condo for her near the campus, and I
live here.”

“You could have gone to any college in the country
then?”

“Yes, but DownTown was the only place I was ever going
to go.” I let that go, if she wanted to say more she
would.

“So what is Alex doing down at Berkeley?”

“Degree in Ed Psych.” Tawnee said. “She wants to teach
eventually, but she is more interested in child
development, so I expect she will swap to medicine
probably and do Child Psychiatry.”

“You live here, rent free?”

“No, I pay rent, but it is not a lot. Subsidized by the
Trust. Helps for a tax dodge apparently, but I have no
idea what or why. You know you were the only boy, male,
man, to ever come between Alex and me.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“We both had such a crush on you in Grade 8, we started
fighting. Never happened before, or since.”

“I’m sorry, you should never have been fighting over any
male, let alone me.”

“We figured that out, so we didn’t fight for long. Mom
helped us along and we worked out strategies to cope,
but we have not had to concern ourselves with jealousy
ever since. But she will be jealous when I tell her I
have had you eating me out.”

I just about choked on a fork full of food.

“Okay, it’s okay, we tell each other everything. So when
you fuck me later, it had better be as good as your oral
work.” She smiled. “Don’t want to get a bad report card,
do we?” she asked slyly.

“Oh you minx, I bet you tease all the boys!”

The rest of the meal was spent in laughter and
rediscovery. Tawnee had grown into a beautiful young
woman with a charm of her own. I found myself telling
her of my marriage, its collapse and the heartbreak that
went with losing a daughter. She was only seven and she
will not grow to know who I am. I hadn’t been ordered to
stay away from her, but what happens is simple.

As a daughter grows, she changes, I can’t keep up with
who she is at that moment, every second weekend is just
not enough. I become an alien, someone who is her
father, but essentially I become as strange to her as
she does to me. That is the real tragedy of our divorce
and custody battles, the children, innocent victims of
adults who cannot be grownups. Tawnee told me I was
being too harsh on myself, but if I told her some of the
underlying causes, perhaps she would no longer be as
willing to pursue our relationship.

The goulash was followed by a spicy pudding of some sort
with a warm custard. This is an English pudding, I was
told, with an incredibly unlikely name of Spotted Dick.
The thick warm custard was sweet and the dried fruit in
the pale spongy mix did really make it look spotted. It
wasn’t shaped like a dick, more like an inverted cup
actually but it was quite nice. Coffee followed and a
return to the lounge, after the dishes were rinsed and
put into the dishwasher.

We sat on the lounge, her in her skimpy see-through
nightie and me, close to her, absorbing the heady aroma
of a woman in heat. It wasn’t long before we were
closer, wrapped around each other, kissing, touching.
She stood and pulled me to my feet. My jumper came off,
then my shirt, my shoes and trousers were off before we
got out of the lounge. My underwear rested halfway
between the lounge and the bedroom.

Within moments of hitting the bed I was deep inside her,
pounding on Tawnee’s pubis, my cock being wrapped by
those moist folds of skin and muscle. Her movement under
me flowed in matching rhythm, timed perfectly to what I
was doing. That has never happened to me before, she
seemed to know exactly what to do.

Time seemed to stand still as we drove at each other’s
bodies. The kisses and moans all became increasingly
urgent. The thrusts became more ragged as the sheer
pleasure of fucking each other took over and rhythm was
sacrificed to lust. Our grunts and groans and moans
increasing in pace and intensity. It wasn’t a question
of cumming, it was who was going to cum first.

I could feel that impending spasm that would give me a
much needed sexual release. I held it with increasing
difficulty as she wrapped herself around me, pushing her
hips into me, almost screaming as she was cumming. I
just had to let go and I could feel my cock swelling and
my balls spasm as I shot my seed into that heated
tunnel.

Again, I shot, then a third and fourth time and it must
have been a load as it did not feel that the pressure of
the last shot was any less intense than that of the
first.

Gasping for air, we both collapsed, with her under me. I
struggled to move as my dick detumesced but she held me
and gasped, “Stay where you are, I like you being
there.”

I did not move for a while, but then I found myself
trying to hold my weight off her. There was no way I was
going to hold that for long, and I didn’t. I settled
onto her and she pulled me into her even closer. I must
have been squashing her, but Tawnee didn’t seem to mind
at all. She just held me and that was nice.

It was reassuring that I was sufficiently human for
someone to want to cling on to. I rolled over to my
side, pulling her with me, holding her, kissing her,
touching her. I told her to lay on her stomach and when
she moved, I drew my fingers over her back, her
shoulders, her ass and down as far as I could reach on
her legs then back over again, as softly as I could.

She squirmed in delight and when I asked her to roll
over onto her back, she moved as quick as she could to
comply. I repeated the sa
me very erotic massage that women love so much on her
front and I could see her nipples standing up, the folds
of her labia lips pushing out. I finished her with a
soft, seductive massage of her clit and she came again,
the slow, tense orgasm of a woman on the verge of
exhaustion by sexual satisfaction.

I kissed her lips, her breasts and held her. I told her
she was beautiful and unbelievably sexy. I held her as
she drifted into sleep where I joined her. I woke with
her lips around my cock, drawing my flesh into her
mouth, her soft ministrations bringing me closer and
closer to the pouring of my cum into her mouth. I
indicated I was awake, and was going to cum soon, she
just kept going. I let myself go then and just enjoyed
what she was doing.

Again I felt that familiar thrill of a rising tension
emanating from my dick. Her tongue and lips drawing
forth my seed, demanding, insistent that I cum in her
mouth. Her lips gently wrapped around the shaft and up
to the knob, her tongue teasingly lapping at the knob as
her soft mouth slid up and down on my now rampantly
hardened cock. She was doing to me what she wanted to
and every muscle in my body slowly tightened in response
to what she was doing, her skillful mouth giving me as
much pleasure as I could stand. I pushed my cock into
her mouth, then again as I sent my seed rocketing into
her waiting mouth.

She slurped and again I shot and she swallowed as I shot
more. The sensation of cumming was almost as strong as
it had been when I was fucking her, and that last spasm
made every muscle in my body go limp with satiation.
Every bit of my cum went into her mouth and down her
throat, and she still held my cock between her lips.
Even in my state of satisfaction, it still took a while
for my dick to go down and Tawnee held it in her mouth
all the while.

She eventually let go of it and crawled back up and as
she did, I pulled her to me and kissed her, on the lips,
plunging my tongue into her mouth where my cock had so
recently been. There was little of the salty taste of me
left, but I took what I could, lapping it as best I
could. While she was surprised, I think, she seemed to
help by pushing her tongue around as if trying to gather
strands of semen to point to my tongue.

Without saying a word, we drifted off to sleep again.
The next thing heard was the sound of a bedside alarm
disturbing that wonderful sensation of dreamy
relaxation, returning me to the real world for the
beginning of a new day.

“Already?” I asked.

“Yep,” she said, “Come on stallion, you got to get to
work and I have other things I need to do.” She dived
out of bed and into the adjoining bathroom. I heard the
door close but still the gentle tinkle of her peeing.
The flush brought me back to a wakening reality, it
really was morning, so now what?

“Come on stud, time to get up! It’s Monday!”

“Oh please, to be reminded of such mundane activity
after such a wonderful night.” I bemoaned, “Return of
the living dead…”

“Sorry, but you start work in an hour and a half, and I
have been neglecting my gym lately.”

“Oh to be booted out of bed,” I decried. “Woe is me..”

“You’ll be fine,” she laughed, “Into the shower,
breakfast in 20 minutes. Bacon and eggs?”

“Oh god no, just fruit if you have it.”

“You vegan?”

“Not at all, just a continental breakfast for me, I
can’t eat all that other rubbish anymore.”

“Okay, fruit salad it is, and coffee?”

I nodded and she said, “I got a spare toothbrush for
you, in the cabinet, still in its packaging, alongside a
packet of disposable razors if you want to shave.”

“Thank you,” I said, marveling at her thoughtfulness. I
went and cleaned up, showered, shaved and dressed in the
clothes I wore last night.

“You have time to go home and change?” she asked as we
sat for breakfast.

“Not really, but I have a spare shirt tie and jacket I
keep at work for emergencies, so I will be okay.” My
school insisted on formality.

“I am thinking…” she started.

“What is going to happen next?” with all the same
awkwardness of uncertainty I finished. She nodded.

“Can I see you again? I mean, I had such a wonderful
night in the company of a beautiful woman, why would I
not want to do that again?”

She smiled and I swear there was a little blush. “I feel
the same way..”

“You mean you spent a wonderful night with a beautiful
woman and want to do it again?” I quizzed.

“Of yes, I remember that smart-assed humor,” she
laughed. “Okay, I am tied up tonight and tomorrow, free
Wednesday and then engaged right through to Saturday. So
Wednesday night okay for you?”

“For sure.” Any night with Tawnee would be good for me,
but she has to earn, so I am going to be pretty much at
her beck and call if I want to be with her, and right
now, I did.

“Spring break starts next week so we can have some time
then. If that is okay with you?”

“Be brilliant. Wednesday for dinner, and then next
Sunday?”

She nodded and she walked me to the door, where we
kissed and as I turned to leave, she said, “I might have
a real surprise for you next week.”

“What would that be?” I asked.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

I kissed her again and went out into the morning with a
much lighter stride than I had for a long time. Whatever
she might be planning, seems like it was going to be a
real adventure.

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