Apparently I Was Wrong

First thing's first: I'm antsier than a bitch in heat because I haven't had an orgasm which involved penetration by penis in a ridiculously long time. Which may be coloring my judgment slightly. I've been a bit stressed out, but nothing like I was at the close of last year, and the combination of stress and lack of a way to get any has really driven my sex drive into a wild tailspin.

Dad has been unavailable for various reasons. Nothing sinister, I hope, but he just hasn't been available. And while if I had the solace of Sveta or some other form of non-male partnership to keep me sane, I wouldn't mind so much (but I might mind a bit, much as it pains me to say that, because I can't go for too long without some cock in my life), I've got nothing else. I haven't had the time to visit Kate, though I've meant to several times, and then she injured herself and isn't really up for any sort of shenanigans, so while I might be able to get something out of Roger, I doubt I'd want to. I have been severely tempted to break my embargo on Perry, just because he's someone who'd be glad to give me a little bedroom action that I'm dying for.

But no. Poor Lexi and her magical fingers, which are becoming less and less magical every time I am forced to settle for them instead of something else. I know, I'm coming across as a whiny asshole to all those out there in readerland who think that "regular" sex is once a month. But my needs are extreme, and I've grown accustomed to their fulfillment. I'm sorry for whining. I didn't mean to whine.

I meant to talk about what happened yesterday at work. I was sitting in the audience after rehearsal getting notes from the director, with one of the tempting yet unavailable women of the cast right beside me. We get along fine, she and I, but I'd never put the moves on her even if I didn't know she was married because she's kind of shy, introverted, the type of person I'd feel bad putting the moves on because it would put her in an awkward position. I don't even ogle her when she's not looking much; she's just too nice and shy for me not to feel slightly guilty about it.

She has the physical attributes to mesh perfectly with her social ones; she's tiny, somewhat mousy but in an attractive way, a little voice, just wee. She's older than I am, probably by ten years at least, but she's in much better shape than I am, sandy-blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, just cute.

And nothing happened.

Okay, kidding, but I had to say that because otherwise I've just telegraphed the entire story, haven't I? Would I really spend this much time talking about her if nothing had happened? I think not.

Anyway, we're sitting there, doing a bit of chatting on the QT while the director talks, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, she puts her hand on top of mine. Maybe it was an accident, and she wasn't thinking, and my hand just happened to be on the handrest. Whatever it was, I think she expected me to do something, but I just let her put her hand on top of mine.

Then, lo and behold, she wrapped her hand around mine. It could have been excused as purely sisterly at this point (sisterly for the general public that is; sisterly for me is cunnilingus). I enjoyed it. I haven't been getting a lot of human contact recently, and holding hands can be nice. I realized that we were at the back of the group, that no one could see what was going on, probably about an hour after she realized the same thing because it was obvious she was up to something.

The fingers interlaced a little, then a lot. Normally I wouldn't give a tremendous post-facto forensic breakdown of hand-holding, but this was just so crazy I remember all the steps. Then her fingers curled up under my hand and pressed her nails into my palm a little, lightly, not painfully. She wasn't even looking at me; she was just staring straight ahead at the director, like she was listening to notes. I let her do whatever she wanted to do.

Then she slipped our joined hands off the handrest and down to rest in her lap. She was wearing workout pants, having changed out of her costume, loose, baggy things. But her thighs are in much better shape than mine, I can tell you that. Mine get a bit flabby (don't think I'm putting myself down; you've never felt my thighs) at times. And my hand was resting right above her crotch.

Up until this point, it might have been just weird sisterly affection. Some people display friendliness in ways that others don't. Hand-holding has never been one of my friendship signals, but then I'll fuck someone at the drop of a hat, so maybe I just leap straight past that stage. Anyway, once she put my hand in her lap, there was no question that this was no longer innocent. She pressed my hand down between her legs a little, her fingers atop mine, moving my hand into the space between those taut little thighs. And oh my God was she warm. She was putting off heat like a wood stove. Through the fabric of the pants, which was not thin, she still felt like she was on fire.

At this point, I had three options: I could gently but firmly withdraw my hand, with whatever reaction that entailed; I could simply sit back and let her do whatever she was planning on doing, or I could signal my interest in continuing so she wouldn't be out on a limb. I won't lie and say that it was an instant decision. I didn't really want to withdraw, and had I decided to do that, I certainly would have done it in a way which made no judgment. But the other two options seemed equally interesting, mostly because I was tired and didn't want to push anything, because I still didn't quite believe it was happening. It was a bit shocking, really. Here was the woman who I would have put last on the list in the cast even to be receptive to advances, let alone make advances herself, let alone in this manner.

In the end, after she opened those wonderful thighs a little and hesitated, I pressed down with my middle finger without prompting and stroked it up and down between, feeling the heat flowing off her, wondering if she was drenched underneath. I was becoming a bit dewy myself.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, still facing forward toward the director, and gave me the cutest little secret-squirrel smile, which I returned. To all observers, we might have been enjoying a private joke. Her hand stayed over mine, but it was now merely present, not active. Her lovely thighs opened a bit more and she shifted slightly, and I could feel her pubic bone through the fabric as I stroked again.

Then I cheekily shifted my hand up and to the waistband of her pants, to see what she'd do. Her hand stayed right where it was, and she arched her back slightly as I touched the smooth skin, my fingers dipping into her pants slightly. I didn't hesitate to slip under the lace panties I felt but didn't see. I moved my hand down over her lower abdomen, my fingers cold compared to her burning skin.

She has a carpet of silky hair which I imagine is probably the same color as that on her head. I didn't turn to look. It wasn't unkempt, although it was a little sweaty or juicy. As my fingers approached the apex of her cunt I hesitated, just a moment, still not really believing, until she moved the hand still in her lap slightly, stroking it against mine, which was all the invitation I needed.

She's tight too. No children, to the best of my knowledge, and exercise and probably just her size have left her with a tight little pussy, but a hot, wet one that welcomed my finger with open labia. I fingered her, slowly, gently, slipping in and out, running up to the hood of her clitoris and back to the honey pot again. I risked a look at her face; she was trying hard to keep normal, but she had a sort of dreamy look. I hope the director, who was the only one facing us, didn't pay too much attention.

She didn't get sloppy, just lubed, and when I introduced a second finger to the mix she shivered slightly and sucked in a breath, and her cunt spasmed three times, tiny little spasms but perhaps an orgasm. It didn't seem to affect her much; her hand pressed down on mine a little, and her leg muscles tightened just perceptibly. And then that was it, and she let me keep fingering her until the notes were finished, with no further fanfare.

Then she turned and smiled her secret-squirrel smile at me again and took her hand away from mine, and I sensed that any further activities couldn't be conducted at the moment, because they would be too conspicuous. So I pulled my hand from her pants, discreetly licked my fingers with a shit-eating grin, and prepared to be instructed to meet her somewhere for further excitement.

And then she went home without saying a word to me. And today, no mention was made. I didn't want to bring it up, but on the other hand I really did. I would have happily fingerbanged her in public again if that's what it took, but damn it, I really could use a bit of quid pro quo. Instead, I went home, washed my hands (her scent wasn't strong and her taste was almost non-existent, at least at the time), and fingered myself to some sharp yet not totally satisfying conclusions.

I'm not sure what to think. I don't think she was using me, but if she was, what the hell brought it on? If she wasn't, same question. And was it merely a prelude to something which she hasn't figured out yet? I haven't decided exactly how I want to play it either; on the one hand, I'm perfectly okay with bringing up the subject, but on the other, I don't really know what to think. If she'd been awkward with me, that would have been one thing, but she was literally like nothing had happened.

Just further proof that I have an odd life. I'd really like to know if there's a craigslist ad out there saying that at my theater the cute redhead will give you a handy after rehearsal, and if so, what the signals are so I can signal back and cut out the ridiculous hesitancy. And also make sure that people know that I'm easy but I like to get mine too, thanks. And what's up with this woman, of all women, being the first one to take me up on the offer I didn't know I was making?

Current state: Confused, horny

Random Goings On

I saw Pam today. Oh wow. It doesn't seem like it had been that long since I saw her last, but in the intervening days (weeks actually, I guess) she's gone from slightly pleasingly plump to full-on sexy preggo beast. Every pregnancy is different, but she's definitely showing more than a little. I wouldn't be able to swear I knew when conception occurred; she might be ready to drop any day now for the look of it.

But the thing I really like about it is that she isn't fat at all (yeah, I'm shallow; I don't love her so I'm not required to be anything else). She's stayed roughly the same shape everywhere except her middle. She was never severely thin, but she's stayed pretty much the same, except her belly is enormous (and incredibly sexy for whatever twisted mental reason I find pregnant bellies sexy) and her breasts have gotten larger (which, of course, makes me jealous except that they'll start sagging soon if she's not careful). Her ass is, if anything, looking better than it did before; she claims that having to hold up more weight is the key to a toned butt, and who am I to argue. Her hips have filled out a little too, but in a funny way that just preserves the curves; her belly has gotten bigger, so bigger hips to compensate seems to just accent the belly more.

I'm gushing about this, because I love preggos and I'm also envious of her pregnancy a little, biological-clock-wise. I didn't get to do more than give her a hug and a surreptitious kiss, which I'm pleased to report that she returned without awkwardness, although it wasn't really sexual. I had no time to do anything else; we just checked in, then both had to run off and do other things. They haven't set any kind of date for matrimonial dealings of any sort, although I get the feeling that she'd like to get married and maybe Kirk wouldn't. The baby is doing well and the pregnancy is fine and there's not a whole lot more to say, except I told her I really wanted to see her some time when we had more time, and she seemed amenable to that, if I ever find a time when we can meet up.

And I saw Perry. You newcomers may not know who he is; he's got a tag and you can check out the first post about him for some of the skinny, and then the rest of them if you want more. We just ran into each other in the store, oddly enough. He made it clear he would love to see me again. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean, he's a fine lay, and he gives wonderful head, but I am not at all interested in becoming anything more than a fuckbuddy to him, and I think he's looking for girlfriend material. Not my type for that at all, I'm afraid, even were I looking for a boyfriend. He didn't mention Sveta either, which carried all sorts of connotations; usually, if she and I share someone, they want to see both of us again. Perry only wants to see me again. We'll see. Probably nothing will come of it at all. I'll let you know if that changes. He seems a bit sad if he can't get anyone but me. Or maybe I'm just the greatest. Down ego, down! Bad ego!

And lastly, I am once again trapped in unavailable hottie Hell at work. Several very attractive women, mostly older than I am which is saying something since I usually go for younger women, and all of them totally taken. I got lucky with Kate; most married women really are taken where I work. But you never know.

Anyway, I'm spending all my free time looking at hotness. Catching pantie-lines under tight pants. Bra straps through thin shirts, or even when a neckline swoops too low. Glimpses of tummies when arms are raised and shirts are just a little too short. As yet, no upskirt action, but that's only a matter of time, I guess. And none of it available. And me with very little outlet for releasing these pent-up tensions. Is it any wonder I was all over Pam, or that I'm seriously thinking of calling up Perry, or seeing if Kate's free for an evening, or even just going out looking for some friendly and available person to help me get off? No, it's no wonder at all. My brother is dating some floozy (I'm not judging, not at all), my sisters are either practically married or constantly getting some, my father, bless him, is only one man, and my sweetie is away probably getting plowed by a senior (college, not AARP, although I wouldn't care if it were the latter) even as we speak.

And I haven't had anal in what seems like forever. Probably only been a week, but don't tell my ass that; she'll attack you.

Love the One You're With

Actually, I hate that song and pretty much hate its message, but it was the first title that came to mind. And I can't be with one of the ones I love, but that doesn't mean I'm substituting. Even if I could be with all the people I love, at once, I might still want to love a few other people.

Anyway, spent all of yesterday morning in a funk. For whatever reason, there is a song that, whenever I hear it or think about it, I cry, and so I spent all morning humming it and crying for no particular reason. Got out the guitar and played the song and teared up. Listened to the song and teared up. A fun time was had by all. Since I had fuck all else to do, there wasn't really anything to pull me from the funk. I guess I should have made my fuck the P-Funk. No, that's not the song.

Then I got a call from Perry asking if I was free in the evening. We'd been trying to hook up for a while, and he was finally able to get together. I would have been perfectly happy to just head over to his place, but he wanted to take me out for drinks. Why not? I like free booze.

I called Sveta to tell her what I was doing because I felt it was proper. She was jealous, not of him, of me. "Why do you get all the cock?" was essentially what we're talking about here. She told me to enjoy myself, then had to get to class. What I really wanted to do was climb through the phone lines and make love with her right there, but until they figure out a way to do that, I'm stuck here.

I have mentioned before that I'm not into the bar scene at all, so it was good that he wanted to go to someplace that was pretty swanky, no loud music, no boisterous drunks, no sports on TVs, that kind of thing. It was too cold to wear what I wanted, so I had to go with a longer skirt and a sweater, but I didn't wear any underwear. Always be prepared, that's not my motto.

The place was nice, very expensive, and in the interests of not bankrupting him, I only got one drink. It was not a "hey, let's get blitzed" kind of evening in any case. He asked after Sveta, wondered when he might get to see her again, I made polite nothings.

Then we got to talking more seriously, which was not what I wanted to do. I guess he wants to date, properly date, do that whole thing, with an eye to some kind of commitment. The brakes squealed, tires smoked, passengers were thrown through windshields. I am not looking to date him. I already have a steady, plus family, plus I like things on the side, and I don't like him that much. I mean, he's good company, decent in the sack. His oral makes up for his only moderate abilities in other departments, and while I can occasionally get into feeling like I'm being molested by my teacher, I think he wants that all the time, which is a one-trick pony I'm not too keen to ride. Basically, I'm not interested in dating anyone, let alone him.

Now I was pretty sure sex was off, we would both get up and go our separate ways and that would be that. I didn't want to burn any bridges, but I wasn't about to lead him on. So we had that conversation, which I won't bore anyone with. Undoubtedly you've heard it all before. To my credit, I didn't give him any, "It's not you, it's me," bullshit, just basically said I was perfectly happy to hook up, but not looking for anything else from anyone. At a certain point, he got the point that I was essentially pledged to Sveta (the other stuff he doesn't need to know about) and while she and I were fine with outside interests, I wasn't dating anyone else.

About that time I figured I should finish my drink and prepare to leave, so I did that, and he said, "No, wait, don't leave, I'm sorry, I didn't understand how things were." And to his credit, he said it was fine, he understood, and he was okay with that too. Whether he really is or not remains to be seen. I guess if he starts stalking me or something, we'll know. But we switched topics to something else, he ordered me another drink without asking, and if that part of the evening wasn't forgotten, it was at least buried deep.

We were sitting across from one another, and I was getting flirty and horny, so I knocked something off the table and asked him in my best poor widdle me act to pick it up for me, then when he went under the table, I opened my legs. If it had been a romantic comedy, there would have been a bump as his head shot up into the table top, but instead he just popped up again and said, "I think we should go." Damn skippy, what made you think that, Einstein?

I kind of wish it had been the type of bar where we could have just sat there, side by side, and he could have felt me up under the table, but it wasn't that type of place. So we walked back to his place, his arm around my waist because it was getting chilly (never mind that I like the cold and was just fine, I let him think he was a big strong man because hey, I was feeling hot for teacher). Once we were through the door, jackets were tossed to the ground and both of us sprinted up stairs. I pulled my sweater and blouse over my head at once, and he pulled off his shirt, and hot, urgent mammary manipulation was the order of the day. Neither of us were beyond tipsy, we were just really hungry. I have a hickey above my left breast, the fucker. I'm not into hickeys, but I didn't say boo at the time.

I had slipped my hands into his pants, got them off while he was still pawing at my tits, and then stroking his raging hardon until he had to break away and beg me to stop or he was going to cum. I just got on my knees and swallowed. Then it was up on the bed, skirt off, legs spread, and his amazing tongue was driving me wild. Waves of orgasms until my knees were weak, until I was crying out every time he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue.

While I was still panting, he pulled on a condom, got between my legs, and pressed in. I was in full-on submissive mode (not in the classical sense, just in the sense that I was basically letting him do whatever he wanted) and gasping for air, then he pressed in and collapsed onto me, and I knew he had cum.

We lay there, body to body for a while, then he got up, pulled off the condom and chucked it (so wasteful, but whatever) and then got up and went to the bathroom. Again, not prime candidate for great fuck, except for his amazing oral skills.

When he came back, I was still lying there enjoying it, and he stood there looking down at me and stroking his cock without thinking. I asked him if he wanted some more anal, and he asked me if I wanted a few more orgasms. So we settled on both. He ate me out again, just as enjoyably as the first time, and then he pulled on a condom and fucked my ass until I was so close to cumming it's not even funny, then just as I was about to slip over the edge, he stopped and pumped his load into the rubber. I was desperate, so I reached back and went crazy on myself until I finally came, not the nice big O I was hoping for with his cock in my ass. And frankly, it just stoked the fires.

But that was it. He was done. He offered to let me spend the night, and I almost accepted, but I wanted to get some sleep and not be tossing and turning in a foreign bed. Plus the whole not wanting to lead him on thing. I thanked him, begged off, got on my clothes, and walked home, hoping against hope that Dad might still be up and give me what I really needed.

No dice. But I called Sveta, and we agreed that maybe we should lay off Perry for a while, just in case. Still, the temptation is extreme. He's already emailed me asking when we can meet up again. He's trying to wear me down, I think. Convince me by familiarity. I really didn't picture this the last time. It seemed like he wasn't at all interested in commitment. Ah well. There are other fish in the sea, probably even some who have tongues which make me feel the way his does.

And now I'm back to moping and humming songs that make me cry. Yeah, I've got to see the doc about the hormones. I'm too young to be having menopause.

News

It's official: Sveta's coming to stay with me this weekend. It's not her birthday, but we'll be celebrating it. I won't say exactly when her birthday is to protect the innocent (her) and the guilty (me and whoever else wants to know) but suffice it to say that she'll be 18 when she arrives. Maybe she's been 18 for months. You'll never know. But she'll be 18 when she arrives.

My parents insisted on doing birthday stuff with us at least one evening because Sveta's family didn't do much, no party or anything. She didn't want me to make a big deal out of it, but damn it, you only turn 18 once, unless you're in Hollywood. So we're going to have ravioli, her favorite, the big kind filled with meat and cheese, and a cake, and Mom and Dad promised to wink at alcohol consumption if it's kept to a minimum. Despite my father's roots in the country, he is not a whiskey-sipper; he has a beer with dinner often enough, but I don't think I've ever seen him drunk. And my mother doesn't drink at all. But they're okay with it in moderation, which we'll do, at least until we leave their presence.

I wish I could say that I was making the ravioli myself, but filled pasta is one of the few dishes I've never mastered. I probably could if I tried, but I'll make a sauce from scratch, and Mom's baking a cake from scratch, and we know of some decent frozen ravioli, so we'll cheat a little. She's coming Friday evening, so we'll have the celebration Saturday when everyone's available. Probably a late dinner. Then on Sunday, I promised to drive her back to college, so I can see the place, maybe check out her dorm room, meet people... or maybe not that, because I don't know how comfortable she would be with that. Me, I'm fine screaming from the rooftops, "I love Sveta!" but she's a bit more subdued. Plus it wouldn't do for her parents to find out, I guess.

I will not be staying the night for that reason, plus she's got a roomie, who she says is cool but not that cool. Still, I'll get to take her back whenever, rather than having to worry about other people's schedules. Can you tell I'm looking forward to this?

I must confess, I tried to arrange it so that we might usher in her 18th year with a visit to Perry's, but that just wasn't going to happen. I'm too selfish, he's too busy, so I just didn't mention it to her because it didn't seem worth it to raise her hopes and then dash them. Don't worry, we'll usher her into 18 just fine, me and some rubber friends of mine.

I did wind up making a date (well, an agreement that we needed to get together at some point soon) with Perry for just me... because I'm selfish, like I said, and I could stand another session with that tongue of his. We'll see when that happens.

I've been busy on the phone this evening. If only I could get Mike to show up here, or Sheri, or Mari. I miss Mari. I talk to her, but I miss seeing her. We all do. It's rough. Not that I don't miss Sheri or Mike, but I've seen them more recently. I haven't seen my big sister in years. She's just so far away.

But talking of missing, I'm missing Sveta right now, before I even see her. I've got it bad. I think I might shout something from rooftops. It's a good thing I can't get up on our roof. Although... no, not at night... although...

I Was Lonely

Perry goes back to work next week, and I basically forced him to see me today. Just got back a little while ago from that. As the title says, I was lonely, and the house was empty, so I called him up in the late morning and essentially said, "You want to take a few hours from your busy life and fuck me, right?" To the credit of his character I suppose, he was somewhat more difficult to convince than I was expecting. He said he had a lot of preparations to make for the upcoming school year, etc. and so on, but I wasn't buying it and eventually he stopped trying to sell it, laughed, and said he figured he could squeeze me in.

And then I called Sveta and told her. We've talked almost every day, and she had today off because of the holiday weekend (for whatever reason; I don't get why so many schools start up before Labor Day for maybe two days and then give a long weekend) so she was available to take my call. I don't know why I told her; I wasn't trying to make her jealous, I just wanted her to know what I was going to do, I guess. Openness can't be a bad thing. Of course, she was jealous, but not of him, of me, because she's been so busy she hasn't even had time to think about sex, or so she says. She's so terrific, told me I had to tell her all about it later, but basically told me to go get him.

I packed a handful of condoms, my other basic supplies, left my panties at home, and went over. He was there at the door waiting for me when I came up the walk. God knows what his neighbors think; probably nothing at all, since it's not like I'm 12 or anything. What he does is his own business. We kissed in the entryway, kissed on the way up the stairs, kissed as we were pulling off clothes, and then he laid me back on the bed and started my favorite part of fucking him, which is his amazing tongue. Girls, I hope one day you'll all be as lucky as I have been in finding this guy, because I came twice on his tongue, like firecrackers going off.

When I came to, I saw him putting on a condom, obviously preparing for the main event, his cock rock-hard, and I asked, "Have you ever done a girl in the ass?"

He seemed a little surprised. "Once. She didn't want to get popped, so we tried it that way."

"Did you like it?"

"She didn't. We had to stop."

"I do."

"You want it?"

I just rolled over and waved my ass in the air. God, it had been forever since I last had it in the ass. When he pressed in, I was even a little out of practice, let myself reject him a little, which worried him. But I reassured him that it was better than fine, and after a moment to orient himself, he started pumping my asshole. What a feeling.

I didn't cum, and he came pretty quickly, but it still eased the hunger a little. I asked him if he had time for another, and he told me he really had to get some work done... but if I was willing to wait around a bit, I could catch him in an hour, maybe?

I don't know how he was able to switch off the sex portion of his brain with me lying there naked and waiting for him. But I guess he needed time to build up another head of steam too. I said I'd amuse myself for a while, and then turned on his TV and caught an episode of Law and Order. I guess he used my presence to good effect, because he was back long before an hour was up, and when I asked if he'd gotten weak, he said that he'd actually gotten done in record time. So it wasn't completely wasted time.

I asked him if he wouldn't mind waiting until after he came to treat me to his oral ministrations, and he obliged. He was hard and I wanted it again right away, so he got on another condom and then much more firmly pressed into my colon again. He kept complimenting me, and I'm afraid it did swell my ego a bit, but I could use a bit of confidence lately, so I'll forgive myself. He loved my ass; now he'll probably never want to fuck any other way. I've ruined him for pussies. Ah well, more anal for me.

He got me much closer this time, took a little longer to cum, although he told me I was as tight as a schoolgirl (I guess he'd know, right?). Then he flipped me over and ate me out until I was just rolling with orgasms, like waves on a beach. I don't know how he does it, really; it's like his tongue is everywhere at once. It manages to tickle my clit in a way I love, plus his lips suck on my pussy and his tongue fucks me too. I don't know, it's an experience. I don't cum as hard as I ever have, maybe, but it happens more quickly and often. I don't know, I enjoy it. I don't stop him and ask him to go slower so I can analyze his technique.

Then I wanted dinner and he said he had to do more work, so sadly that was it. It was longer than a quickie, but it really was just two quickies separated by a space. Dot-Dash-Dot, if you will. Satisfying, but then it made me emotional on the way home for no particular reason, and I called Sveta up only I couldn't get her. I finally did and she said she was really busy too, so I gave her the abbreviated version of events and told her I loved her, then signed off.

I really can't see Perry becoming a relationship. I don't really know him as a person, and I get the feeling he's not interested in any kind of commitment at all. Plus, he asked when he might see Sveta again, so he's probably a lech. But what a lech. So I'll probably keep using him to get my ya-yas out, get some anal at more regular intervals, and let it be at that. I'm not looking to date him. He's just a decent fuck. I wish I could get Sheri down here and the two of us could tag-team him. Or better yet, I wish he had a male friend and then two of them could tag-team me. I really need two guys. I haven't been doubled in a while, and if I'm going to have meaningless sex, I'd like to have something less vanilla.

But for the next few weeks, I've got jobs to interview for, so I don't know how much time I'll have to do much of anything else. I've put a few things in the pipe, so if nothing else, you should get a few filler posts while I'm busy. On the other hand, I may get so horny that I have to post something. Who knows.

More Time With Sveta

I know a certain number of my audience were sure I was planning on spending some quality time with Sveta before she leaves, and they were right. She came over in the early afternoon yesterday, only this time we had nowhere to be and nothing to be nervous about. After we were naked and the usual things were out of the way (read: we both had satisfactory orgasms) we cuddled and talked.

I was all set to introduce the topic that I'm terrified to introduce. I know, people have told me I shouldn't just drop it all on her, and if I hadn't been such a wuss I could have started gradually instead of jumping right in at the last minute, but I'm a wuss so jumping in is the only option. But while I managed to bring up my father and we had a bit of girl talk about him, I never really said anything which gave any more indication that things go on than... well, than this sentence, actually. My writing in that last sentence was possibly more structured than my attempts to introduce the topic. I am a feeb.

I can rationalize it any way I want. She did say that she thought my father was hot, for a dad (which he is), but beyond that, nothing. And I did say that I agreed with her, but beyond that, also nothing. I don't open up to people naturally about a lot of things, and I'd just told her that I loved her two days ago, so maybe it was too much to expect. Well, not maybe. It was too much to expect. She'll go off to college and wonder a little at our last conversations, maybe, but that's about it. If I'm lucky, we'll stay connected and I might have an opportunity to rectify my inability to open up to her later.

After it became clear that I'm a wuss, I didn't want to spoil our last moments together trying to force something, so I let her convince me to make love again (yeah, she had to do some serious convincing, let me tell you). The pattern is typical: usually, we'll have three separate events, so to speak (at least). The first one is usually a bit rushed because we're both so eager, although sometimes it can be the best time because we're both so pent up. I've had killer orgasms during the first one, and the way she's gushed I think she has too. But sometimes we don't get exactly what we want.

Then the second time it's usually more sedate, the ya yas have been worked out and the lovemaking is slower, gentler, takes a bit longer. The orgasms are generally longer but less intense from that kind of thing.

Then the third time (or the last time, if there aren't three) combines aspects of rush and gentle. It's like a goodbye kiss, almost. Not that we necessarily stop at three or that she always leaves after three, but the last time of the day often is the most passionate, and for that reason it's frequently the best, even if it might not be as physically intense. There's an emotional aspect to it which makes it better.

The only caveat to that is if the last time is as we're both falling asleep, and then it's falling-asleep sex, which isn't anything like that. It's warm and tender and enjoyable, sure, but part of what's so enjoyable is falling asleep beside her, cuddled together. The orgasm is a plus, if there is one, but it's usually not much of a big deal.

Anyway, after number two, which was the slow, sedate fuck, we put on some clothes (some, not all, because even if she doesn't know about my family, she knows that they don't give a rat's ass about states of attire, so while her shyness keeps her from being naked, she usually pulls on panties and grabs a robe or just tosses on her shirt with nothing else, which, as you can imagine, makes my Dad's life simultaneously terrific and difficult when he sees us) and went down to dinner. We don't usually eat with my parents or anything, but we will see them around the house. They remain modest for Sveta's sake. I think it would probably be easier for me if she were to bust in on them fucking, but that doesn't happen so often in the household any more.

We did eat with my parents on this particular evening, and conversation was mostly about college and Sveta's upcoming attendance thereof, with some humorous tales of various college escapades thrown in. If Sveta and I had been roughly the same age and clothed, it would have been just like a normal dinner at home with a friend. My parents are good at making things seem normal at dinner; they could throw a cocktail party where everyone came naked, greet their guests by giving each one a big sloppy kiss, and then sit around having cocktail-party-type conversations while fucking wildly. It's their gift, I suppose. Some of it rubs off on me, but Sheri is really the master at it. She can talk about anything while being fucked hard and make it sound like it's perfectly normal to converse while fucking.

Anyway, after dinner, I was anxious and I think Sveta was too. God, if only I were open with her, we could have just fucked at the dinner table. How sexy would that have been? Don't answer, I already know. We went back upstairs for round three, which didn't feel like round three on this particular evening because we were both somewhat eager again, so it wound up being a recap of round one, although the sex was better. We did round three with the double dil, which always improves things, although it is tough to get a rhythm going with it. You really need three people to make a double dil fun: one for each end of the dil, and one to move it inside the other two. But we managed. The tension when we're face to face with the dildo pressing back trying to spring back into a straight line is intensely enjoyable, pleasures that wall between cunt and asshole that I think is underrated as an erogenous zone.

We went right back into if after she came, like we knew this might be our last night together for a while. Sveta needs more recovery time than I do, so she used one end of the dildo to fuck my pussy, and when I begged her to do something to my ass, she giggled and got the other end in there, and I came like nobody's business. By that point she was ready for anything I could dish out, so I left the dildo where it was, flipped her over, and rimmed her out. It was different from what we usually do, but when I got some fingers into both holes, she enjoyed it, and I gave her the ol' finger snap and got her cumming hard.

After that, we were worn out, cuddled and pillow-talked for a bit, then cuddled and talked about more serious things. She's scared, is going to miss me, loves me, that kind of thing. I told her she shouldn't be scared, that I was going to miss her more, that I loved her more, that kind of thing. We talked about Perry some more, and got to talking about guys in general. I was right, it was good for Sveta to get fucked, because it convinced her that James is over and that it's okay for her to have a guy, that it's not betraying me or a bad thing. I have made her promise to be safe (although that's incredibly hypocritical coming from me) and we think she'll be able to get on the pill now, which is also good.

She agrees with me that Perry is the best tongue, and she said she wished she had the time to do it again, because she liked having a cock in her again. But she said all this while couching it in saying that she still loves me the most. I'm interpreting a little; she's too sweet for her own good sometimes.

I was tired, but she was still wide awake, so eventually we threw clothes back on and went downstairs and watched a movie and snuggled. There was some fingering, but it was all light and not really sex, just enjoyment. My parents had gone to bed, so we wound up on the couch naked, wrapped together. I'm afraid I fell asleep at some point during the movie, warm, soft, and happy. Then we went back upstairs and did some falling-asleep sex, which didn't really finish (so when I woke up this morning, I felt like my crank had been wound a few turns already, but then waking up wrapped in the arms of a cute girl will wind my crank anyway).

In the morning, I got up early because that's what my clock is doing these days, and she had to get up because she's still got preparations to make. We took a shower together, which basically was an abbreviated and wetter version of the goodbye sex we often have, she got dressed, and we made plans to go shopping tomorrow.

Then I sat down and felt sorry for myself for half an hour, partially because of Sveta and partially because Dad had already gone to work so I couldn't get any from him (I know, I'm a nympho, I really am). Then I wrote this. Now you're up to date. I don't know if shopping will be anything other than shopping, but we'll get to see each other. And there's an outside chance that I'll get to have her over once more before she leaves. But I doubt it. She's got too much stressing-out to do about Freshman orientation. So it's likely that I've tasted her, felt her warmth against me, for the last time, at least for the foreseeable future.

Damn it. Now I'm back to sorry for myself. Maybe I'll see what Kate's doing. Or Perry. Or both. Or maybe I'll get some booze. I wish I had a gig to take my mind off of this. As it is, I've got nothing better to do than drink or fuck, and that's not a good place for me to be.

Sveta Gets Some

I promised a big thing, and though I'm sure the intelligent people in the crowd knew what it was, here it is. Yesterday afternoon Sveta and I went over to Perry's house.

She came over to my place beforehand and we spent a fair amount of time getting dolled up, for reasons which escape me at the moment. Honestly, while I'm into getting pretty for a guy, especially for a special occasion, it was largely because Sveta was a little nervous. We had on our matching undies, we put on some makeup, did hair things (and that, I was not interested in at all, but I allowed myself to be talked into it), got on our dresses (I wore my yellow sundress, Sveta wore a knee-length ruffled blue skirt and a light blue blouse) and then dithered about while Sveta obsessed over details and I tried to tell her it was fine.

I'd called Perry earlier to confirm, and he sounded like he might be just as nervous as Sveta. And all this nervousness was rubbing off on me even though I really had no reason to be nervous. Well, except corrupting a minor and the chance that things would go horribly wrong somehow, but hell, that's life, right?

Eventually I got Sveta in the car and we tooled on over to Perry's house. He let us in the back door so it wouldn't be quite so obvious what was going on. Paranoia, what can I say.

He was gobsmacked by the two of us, and Sveta was shy, and so I wound up doing all the talking for a while. He asked us if we wanted drinks, snacks, whatever, and I said we should probably leave that for later. So we sat on the couch and looked for all the world like three people who had no intention of ever getting down to business, chatting idly about bullshit.

Eventually, Perry recovered from his stupor, and he and I began directing the conversation toward more interesting topics, and then he asked if we'd like to stay here or go upstairs. Sveta was coming out of her shell a little with my prodding, but she expressed no opinion, so I said, "Upstairs." And upstairs we went.

His bedroom was just like it had been the last time, a little cluttered but clean. I sat on the bed and put my arm around Sveta's midsection and squeezed her, then whispered in her ear, "Why don't you kiss him?" She giggled and looked at me with these wide eyes that spoke to intense desire to do just that but at the same time mortal shyness, so I gave her a little kiss and sort of half shoved her off the bed. She had to stand up then, and when I gave her a look, she went over to Perry, who was still hemming and hawing, and kissed him.

We're talking a chaste kiss, the kind a nun might give, but Perry got into it and put his arms around her and pretty soon they were kissing properly. I'd made up my mind before hand to let Sveta have first dibs on all the action and only get left-overs. This was her party, so to speak. So I sat there on the bed and watched the two of them finally get better acquainted. He took the lead, which he kind of had to do, and put his hands on her rump for a few moments before slipping them up and into her blouse. Then they broke away and she stood there shyly as he undid buttons and opened her blouse to expose those pretty tits of hers. There was nuzzling and kissing and all that excitement. His pants had a nice bulge by the time he got around to unhooking her bra.

Then they moved to the bed, Sveta lying back while Perry pulled off his own shirt in a hurry, then dropped his pants to the floor as well. He was wearing briefs, not the sexy kind either, but I guess he didn't have any other underwear or I'm alone in my impression. I stifled a giggle which they didn't notice. He was already pushing her skirt up to take a look at the fruits beneath. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip a little. I wondered a bit about that at the time, but I didn't think it was serious.

He got her panties off quickly, no messing around there. I thought that maybe I should warn him about her liquid proclivities, so to speak, but again, I didn't want to interrupt what appeared to be going quite well. I did take her hand in mine, and she squeezed it as he started lapping at her pussy. And oh my God, it's not just me, he's really good with his tongue, because he got her off in record time, and to his credit didn't make any notice of the fountain of juice that was produced. She was moaning as she came, her nipples hard as diamonds, and I did bend over and suck one of them, just a little, while she enjoyed herself.

The back of her skirt had a big wet spot on it when he was done, and she said to me, "You weren't kidding about it, were you?" Perry was already slipping her skirt down and she just lay there and let it happen, blissed out of this world. We kissed fiercely while Perry got his undies off too and then got up on the bed and asked Sveta which position she preferred. She just murmured, "Take me," so I put the condom on him and even enjoyed a bit of control and helped position him just right, and then he pressed in and Sveta had her second cock.

And boy did she like it. She came back to life after a few thrusts, pulling him down to kiss him, pressing his body full against hers. I pulled my dress over my head because I was warming up considerably, and then watched while Perry fucked Sveta. He didn't last long, as I expected, but honestly, could you have lasted long in his shoes? Maybe longer than he did, but his oral more than makes up for his lack of stamina.

He said he was close, and I told him she wanted to taste it. Maybe she didn't, but she was enjoying herself so much at that point that it didn't matter. He pulled out, pulled off the condom, and splashed her mouth and face with cum, a big load which he must have had some difficulty directing, because it didn't all wind up on her tongue. Then he sat back and got to enjoy watching me helping her clean up.

Sveta looked like she could use a drink at that point, so I said as much and went to the bathroom for some water. Then I slipped off my undies, because I wasn't going to be the only person in the room with clothes on and I was drenched anyway. I lay back on the bed beside Sveta, put my arm around her shoulder, and we kissed.

Perry took the hint and got between my legs and started eating me out, and before the pleasure overtook me I did have a momentary worry that, now that Sveta had had Perry, she'd never want me because I'm just not as good as he is. Ah, jealousy, you fickle bitch, always cropping up no matter how hard I try not to be. Anyway, I may not be as spectacularly climactic as Sveta, but I had a longer O and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Eventually, I even got Sveta to roll over and straddle me so we could kiss, breast to breast, while Perry worked his magic on my cunt and I believe got a finger into Sveta.

I don't think he'd ever had two girls at once before (which isn't surprising, I guess), because he didn't know exactly what to do. Basically, it was one at a time for Perry, but I was okay with that. I'd warned him earlier to save up, because I was expecting at least three loads from him, and he laughed and said he'd do his best.

I whispered in Sveta's ear, "Would you like to take him in your ass, or again in your pussy?"

"You haven't had anything yet."

"Honey, this is your party, and believe me, his tongue is good enough for me." I kissed her then, partially because it wasn't true. I did want some cock, but I was willing to put off my own enjoyment.

Sveta allowed as she'd prefer some more pussy action (I think anal still makes her a little nervous, and I don't blame her for not wanting to jump right back in with a new guy). So I told her to ask Perry to fuck her again. Which she did, in the most adorable voice, and if I hadn't been a woman, I would have killed to fuck her. Well, I still wanted to fuck her, but I couldn't do what she was asking him to do.

I heard him move away for a moment and saw him putting on another condom (I brought plenty of spares, in case, but he was also prepared because I told him that if he fucked her without, I would kill him slowly and painfully, and while he laughed, I think he knew I was being serious). And then he got behind her and pressed in, with her lying on my chest, her face getting that wide-open look she gets when something sticks into her for the first time. I had to kiss her, and I muffled her moans with my kisses until I felt her tense up and knew she was cumming again.

Perry didn't even make it out of her cunt; she came, and he came in the condom. I wished we'd been 69ing, because then I could have gotten a face full of both juices and cum, but it was okay, because watching her cum, face to face, her eyes get wide and then squint a little like she's focusing on something beyond my face, and her breathing stops for a moment and then comes in pants. God, sexy as hell, if I'd had any stimulation on my pussy at all I probably would have cum just looking at her.

We all rolled apart and Perry chucked the condom (which was annoying, since Sveta and I could have shared the cum, but ah well), and then we lay there, cooling off. It had been pretty intense.

Looking at Sveta, I decided that, like it or not, a break was probably in order. So we stumbled downstairs in the nude to get something to drink and snacks. At this point, I was wound up so tight you could have tipped me over with a feather, and I started making out with both of them while we were still eating, pressing myself against first Perry, then Sveta, then wrapping them both in an embrace.

"I think Lexi wants me," laughed Perry.

"Oh, honey, do you want another?" I asked Sveta. She said she wouldn't say no, but it was my turn. I half-heartedly tried to talk her into getting thirds, but eventually I caved, because I couldn't stand it.

Perry's cock was half-staff, and I got down there on the kitchen floor and worked on it until he was ready, then bent over the kitchen counter and begged him to fuck me. When he first pressed in, I had a small O, and then when Sveta came up next to us, I reached over and got my fingers up into her pussy, which was dripping wet. She giggled as I stroked her, and then Perry started fucking me harder, in earnest now, knowing I could take it from experience. I came again just as he grunted that he was ready, and then pulled out and spewed cum into Sveta's waiting mouth. She got all of it that time, smiled, and swallowed it.

With that done, I felt much better, although I realized after the fact that there had been no condoms in the kitchen. But for me, I didn't care. I just didn't want Sveta getting any ideas. We had some more to drink, nothing alcoholic strangely enough, then I asked Perry if he thought he could make it four if we worked on it. He said he was perfectly willing to watch the two of us together, maybe join in and help out, but that he wasn't making any promises on the subject of ability to get it up for a fourth.

We went back upstairs and Sveta and I made love, and my fears were groundless because she was just as into my oral ministrations as always. In fact, skipping ahead in the story, on the ride home, she said she had enjoyed his tongue a lot, but that she loved mine more, which tickled me to the point that... well, we'll get there. Perry enjoyed two hot girls making love on his bed to the point where, when I was eating Sveta out, he rolled me over and began eating me out. Sveta just laughed and planted her cunt on my face, and while I can't say that my technique didn't suffer from cumming like a freight train, it was still lots of fun.

I was blissed and gone by the time it was done, and when I saw Perry's cock was hard, I just scooted over a bit, let him lie down, and then Sveta, good girl that she is, put the condom on him herself and then eased her pelvis down on him until he was buried inside her tight young pussy like a cork in a bottle. After a moment, while they began to slowly fuck that way, I recovered enough to go around and kiss her, then work my way down her breasts, while my finger picked up juices and then pressed into her asshole. I know, I'm terrible. She jumped a little like I'd pinched her and gave me a wry look, but she got back to the rhythm of it, his hands on her hips bouncing her up and down on his cock.

I don't think she came, or if she did it was a very small one, but she enjoyed herself and then hopped off him when he said he was close and let me suck the spunk from his cock.

And that was that. He apologized profusely for not being as young as he'd like to be, but said he just couldn't keep up with us. And both of us were pretty good by that point, so we assembled the clothing, put back on those pieces that were needed for basic decency, and headed out. I guess we could have spent the night or something, waiting a while and gotten another out of him, but I was pretty sure he was going to sleep like a baby, and probably so was Sveta.

Then we headed home, talked about it. Sveta was pumped, said shed loved it, was so glad she'd done it, that kind of thing. And as I said, she got me so tickled that when we got back to my house, we headed upstairs and I showed her just how much she meant to me by making a mess of my bed. God, I'm really going to miss her. She cums like a fountain, tastes like a goddess, funny, cute, shy in a cute way, sexy, smart... yeah, I love her.

Which is what I said as we lay there in bed. Because I do, and I'm to the point where, even if I feel guilty for loving her and not being up-front with her, I do love her. She snuggled with me and said that she loved me too, which was the best part of the evening. It wasn't mid-sex screams of "Oh God I love you." It was actual feelings. I don't know where the actual feelings will go, but we both have them, and it gives me some hope, selfish though it might be, that we might continue to have a relationship after she leaves for college. I hope we can still be friends, even if she finds a boy and the usual things happen. Obviously, I'd prefer if she finds a boy and we can both share him. But anyway...

After we'd basked and loved as much as we could, she changed into something without a noticeable stain on it, left me her sex-stained things do wash with mine, and I dropped her off at home. Came back, and it was later than I'd wanted it to be, so I crashed.

What an evening. Perry was a gentleman, Sveta got plenty of loving, and I got to tell her how I feel and learn that she feels that way too. Obviously, this is just the eye of the hurricane, but today I'm hoping to be able to keep my hormones in check and keep my mood upbeat and forget that next week, she's off to college.

Hope you enjoyed the saga (and it really is a saga, it's that long) and that you have plenty of excitement of your own.

Sexy Underwear

I love sexy underwear. In fact, I've been thinking about it, and seeing a girl in panties is almost more attractive to me than seeing her naked. Well, they've got to be sexy panties, granny panties won't cut it (although I've seen a few girls in granny panties who were hot as hell even then).

It's a bit odd that I find underwear more erotic than naked, I guess. And it's really the one clothing item that I splurge on. I haven't recently, but while I may wear clothing most of the time that makes me look like I just got back from the Red Cross after a hurricane, I'll usually have on sexy panties underneath if I'm feeling it. I have a lot of panties, some I've gotten hand-me-down from my sisters (and a few from my mom) but a lot that I've bought. I enjoy different colors and styles, although I have to say that I think a pair of low-cut cotton bikini-style panties in any color is probably my favorite, even if it might not be the most exotic.

Now, I'm not interested in stealing other people's to collect, and while I can enjoy the smell of panties fresh off someone, I'm not a pantie-sniffer by any means. I just like the way they look. And guys, sadly, I don't like in tight-fitting underwear. Although I briefly dated a guy who liked to wear girl's panties, and that was interesting. He had his own and he let me swap with him, but seeing him in them didn't turn me on incredibly. But a guy in boxers is the way to go for me; and I like guys naked more than I like guys in clothes. It's really just girls that I like in underwear, I guess.

My love of panties has kind of rubbed off on Sveta, partially because until we met she had nothing by way of sexy undies. The poor girl was wearing bargain-basement cotton whites with no form at all, not even in her size. We've since fixed that. She's not my size either, so I couldn't exactly loan her panties, but she has borrowed some which were less restrictive in terms of size, and we've gone shopping. In fact, yesterday we went shopping for panties, partially because we wanted to pick out a matching set for our meet-up with Mr. Klein... Perry. It couldn't happen this weekend, but next week she's done with her summer job and it's going to happen then, because the week after that, she'll be going off to college.

We settled on yellow with red stripes, bra and pantie set, almost a bikini except a bit too revealing. They've got little trimmings of red lace around them, they're cut high enough to almost be a thong but they ride low on the hip, and you can see ass-crack if we bend over at all. They aren't the most comfortable things I've ever worn, partially because they ride so low but are cut so high, and I might not have chosen them myself, but Sveta thought they were adorable and they had them in both our sizes. Me, I don't know if I'm going to wear a bra at all, but at least the panties will match for the few seconds he sees them.

She also got a red lace pair, almost the size of Daisy Dukes except practically see-through. I enjoy them a lot; I like panties that cover and conform exactly to the shape of her ass and hips, but don't leave much to the imagination. And yet, the little bit of concealment they provide is incredibly sexy in a way which seeing her naked wouldn't be. Not that she's not sexy naked, but she's sexy in a different way in these.

We went back to my house and she tried them on for me, strutting around in nothing but these cute red wisps of lace. Did I mention that topless beaches are incredibly arousing? She's getting very good at pressing my buttons, covering her breasts coyly and pouting her lips. God I'm going to miss her when she goes. There are several reasons why I can't show you a picture, but take it from me, dead sexy.

And then I ate her out through the fabric of her panties for a while, which made her giggle more than anything else. I still had on my shirt and panties, and she was lying there in nothing but these red teasers and giggling with my head between her thighs. And I know it was sexy because later on, Dad said he'd peeked through the door, which I must have forgotten to close, and had a difficult time not coming in and joining us. Which raises a whole other series of problems, but let's leave that for now. Anyway, eating her through the fabric was a good opener but not too effective so eventually she shucked them and I got to taste her properly. I'd like to think that Dad stuck around outside the door and stroked it watching us, but he'll neither confirm nor deny that.

Once I got her over the hump, so to speak, she got my panties off and returned the favor. Then, sadly, she had to go home, but she was happy as a clam with her new panties. And I went looking for Dad, found him, and got his part of the story out of him as he fucked my brains out. He thinks, by the way, that taking Sveta to meet with Mr. Klein is a good idea, much better than involving her with the family. But he's a bit more safety-conscious than I am about things like that, I guess. He's just sorry he won't be able to watch. I told him that if we could just figure out a way to let Sveta in on the family secret, he could watch all he wanted, and more, and he laughed and ground into me until I came. He's not going to solve that problem for me. If I want to do it, I'm not even sure he'll think it's a good idea, notwithstanding his desire to plow little Sveta like she's never had before.

So yeah, next week is going to happen. I want to give Sveta a big send-off. In fact, we're going to spend more than just one day doing that. Mr. Klein... I've got to stop calling him that... won't occupy more than a few hours, and beyond that, I'm monopolizing her time as much as possible. Because I'm really going to miss her. And I can't think about that.

She Said Yes

Sveta came over yesterday evening after work because my parents were out. Well, not because, but they were out so it seemed like a good time. Not that they intrude. Sveta knows they know what's going on and are okay with it, and she doesn't seem that weirded out by it, but with the parents gone, that means no difficulties.

I went and picked her up after work, drove her back to the house. She was wearing the cutest panties (I bought them for her) and as soon as we were in the door my fingers were in them, and in her. We spent the evening making love in my bed, we each came three times, then we sacked out and were watching TV downstairs when my parents came home. They just said good night and went to bed, letting us finish our movie and then move on to yet another session. She tastes so good.

Then we went back upstairs and cuddled and chatted, too worn out to do much of anything else. And I posed the question to her: "I've got a guy friend who would very much like to meet you. Would you be up for something like that?"

She giggled sleepily and said, "Guy friend? Or lover?"

I kissed her cheek. "Well, if you put it that way, he's an older guy I started seeing a few weeks ago, and I thought he'd be a good guy to have a threesome with, if you're game."

She sighed and said, "I miss watching somebody fuck you, Lex. I've been missing James a lot, but I really liked watching him and you together. So yeah, if this guy's nice and you think so, I'll do it."

I wish to stress that no liquor passed our lips during the evening, and while she may have been tired and blissed out, she was in full possession of her faculties. Which means that it's on. I don't know when or how, but it's going to happen. I'm taking Sveta and we're going to have a threesome with Mr. Klein... Perry.

Then she asked, "Is it anyone I know?" I told her I didn't think so. "That's okay, if you think he's good," she said, snuggling back against me, and we fell asleep like that. The night was cool, the humidity had finally broken, so it wasn't unpleasant at all. Then in the morning we got up, I checked to make sure the shower was clear, and then we showered. Didn't really get a chance for more fun because she had to get to work, but we did shower together and snuck a few kisses and feels in. And some more in the car on the way to work.

I'm really looking forward to this. I'm sure you can tell. I think it'll be just fine, not much risk, no real chance of anything bad happening. I want Sveta to stop missing James. I want her to get out there and live life when she gets to college, and I think this is a perfect introduction. So I'll keep you updated on how it goes.

I'm a Cheap Date

No, I'm actually not; I don't have the stamina for liquor that I used to, but I still require a fair number of drinks before I get to the point where I do stupid things. On the other hand, I'm somewhat more willing to put out than your average bear when sober, so maybe it evens out.

Anyway, this isn't about me being easy, it's about me being poor. Mr. Klein, Perry, I've really got to call him that, had off yesterday for whatever reason, and I wasn't doing anything, so we decided to meet up. Now he's a teacher and I'm a semi-employed theatre tech, which means that neither of us have the money to be spending on drinks at bars or dining out. Honestly, I don't know how either of us managed to rationalize going to a bar the last time we met. I went over to his house with half a bottle of vodka, and he had some booze as well. Cheap, like I said.

Funnily enough though, we each had about one drink and then decided to take a walk in the countryside. Rather, he wanted to and I wasn't particularly opposed to the idea, other than the fact that the countryside isn't air conditioned. We brought a bottle and a blanket and drove out of town a few minutes to the local area of countryside, then parked the car near a field and wandered over to the shade. Since I go from pale to all-the-skin-flayed-off-me-by-the-evil-sun in about a minute, tops, I insisted on the shade. He never struck me as outdoorsy, but apparently he likes to get out whenever he can, he just can't very often. Teaching will do that to you.

We spread out the blanket and sat and chatted, somewhat awkwardly, for a few minutes, before I said that I was still really hot and took my shirt off. I wasn't coming on to him (although I probably wouldn't have done it if he hadn't seen me naked before) and I had on a bra which wasn't that different from a bikini top, but his eyes still got big, and if he'd been standing, I would have seen his pants get big too I reckon.

Then he laughed and pulled his shirt off too, and we sat there letting the breeze try to cool us off. Obviously, the next step was to kiss, which went well, and pretty soon we were heating each other up, lying together on the blanket. A mosquito bit my left breast and it still itches like a son of a bitch, but at that point, I didn't care too much.

He didn't take much coaxing to pull my panties down under my skirt, push it up, and then start in with that tongue of his. God damn. I came like a bucket of boiling water had been dumped all over me. It didn't do anything to my core temperature, but it was delightful nonetheless. I wrapped my thighs around his head and begged for more, and he seemed happy to oblige, gave me two more shuddering orgasms before I finally let him up for air. Or maybe it was just one long orgasm with slow waves and fast waves. I don't know. He's the best I've ever had, I think, when it comes to eating me out. The best man, at least. I don't mean to denigrate my other regular partners, but damn, he's good.

Finally, he got up and pulled down his pants, his hard cock in his hand, and pressed into me, and I didn't even care about condoms, even though I had some in my purse. He didn't last more than a minute, but again, I'm so not complaining. He did pull out and cum on my belly, making a big pool of white sticky, which I collected with my fingers and played with for a minute before cleaning up. Then he looked awkward and excused himself to go behind a tree, and I heard him pissing. Whatever. I didn't care. My legs were in the sun now and I didn't care that they were getting burnt.

He came back and suggested that we move more into the shade, so I got up with difficulty and helped him shift the blanket. We were both buck naked; his pants had gone at some point as had my skirt, and we just lay back and cooled off for a minute. Then I rolled over and started kissing him all over his body, starting at the lips, then around to nibble at his ear, rubbing my body against him, our sweat mingling, then down around his neck to lick his nipples (which I don't often do, but he didn't seem to mind) and then kissing his belly button before kissing just the tip of his cock, licking my tongue down the underside of the shaft, seeing it leap to life. And then, because I was feeling naughty, I sucked his balls, cupping them under my hand and licking and then sucking one and then they other. His cock was filling and he was groaning with pleasure when I finally got to sucking him off, moving my lips down the shaft until it was buried in my throat. He's not particularly large so it's not hard for me.

After a minute of that he gasped that he was going to go off in my mouth, and while I wished he could have held out for fucking, but it was okay; I swallowed his load and smiled, licking my lips. He said I deserved some reward for that, so I got another session from his tongue, and let me tell you, I think I got the bargain out of the arrangement, because while I might have made him cum hard, he was better at making me cum than I was at making him.

When the last orgasm rushed through me he got up and looked at his watch and said that he really needed to get back to grade papers, which sort of spoiled the afterglow a little bit. I asked if he had time to fuck just once more, but he was already pulling on clothes and handing me mine. Still, in the car ride home, I got my hand between his legs, teasing him, and once we got back to his house he grunted that it would have to be a quick one. So we wound up on his floor, me on my back again (he must enjoy missionary like I do) and fucked me like he was racing to the finish. I didn't even cum, but again, it was okay (although later, I really wished it had lasted longer) and he pulled out and wound up splashing on my thighs; it wasn't a strong load.

He helped me up, kissed me, and we set about collecting the things I'd brought over. Then he drove me home, which was nice of him, even though the walk wasn't really that far.

But that's not the most exciting thing. I mentioned Sveta to him while we were talking at one point, said I had a girlfriend who might be interested in joining us, and he was open to that possibility. I don't think he taught her, but I don't know for sure. I didn't mention her name because I'm a little cagey about her. Now I'm going to talk to Sveta and see if she might be interested, because she might, and this is a way to do it without having to open any cans of worms.

On the other hand, I'm cagey about Sveta because... well, I'm a little possessive, seeing as how she'll be leaving in about a month and after that, I may never get to see her again. So a part of me feels like I want to have all the special time I can with her before then, and not share it with anyone. But another part wants her to be happy, and I think getting her exposed to more experience would be a good thing for her. And then of course there's the sick part of me that would love to watch Perry fuck her. Not that he's that sick part's first choice, but he's an option.

I'll probably wind up bringing it up, but if she's not enthusiastic, I won't press the issue. Still, it could be a lot of fun. And pretty much risk-free. He's going to have to wear a condom for her though, which is too bad, in a way. Still...

Sheri Said I Could Share

As I've made abundantly clear these past months, my computer situation sucks, and as such I have very little way of giving out pictures even if I want to. I'm saying this so you all don't get your hopes up.

But in the past week, I've been given two pics to share which I didn't really need to do anything with (well, nothing I couldn't do in 5 minutes on someone else's computer) and so you're struck in the pants with luck, as it were.

Sheri sent this pic to me. It's her, not me.

I think you can see what I mean when I say that Sheri is also very hot, but much fuller than I am. Zaftig, curvy, whatever. No sis, I am not saying you're fat. I'm saying that you've got curves, and breasts 'til Tuesday. You should have seen her when she was pregnant: wow. But this is more recent, and I know people want to know what Sheri looks like, and I know some people prefer women with a little more meat on the bone, so I offer this because Sheri said I could. It's much more demure than a lot of pics of Sheri that I have, but beggars can't be choosers.

She also told me the story of how she fucked Mr. Klein (remember him?). It was over the phone, so I don't have text to share. Sheri's not so big in the text storytelling department.

Anyway, as I mentioned, she was still in school, possibly 8th grade, she can't remember (ah, middle school hormones). She wasn't in his class. She'd had the hots for him for a while, but he was always so professional that it really pissed her off (my sister likes a challenge, probably more than I do, although I know what she's talking about in this case). So she found out where his car was, and would hang out there after school, waiting for him. She'd heard from some girls that Mr. Klein liked redheads (how they knew, I don't know, because as I said, Mr. Klein never gave off a hint of flirtation when he was in school). So she would say good afternoon to him every day after school.

They struck up an acquaintanceship after a few days. Mr. Klein knew she wasn't in his class, and it was after school, and so he could be a little more friendly. She would ask him how his day was, and he would tell jokes. It was a little flirtatious, but I'm surprised Sheri was willing to be that subtle. I guess she really liked this challenge. Again, he's not bad to look at, and if I were Sheri, I might have put in the time.

She wormed her way into his confidences (which isn't bad to do with a teacher even if you don't want to fuck them, because inside info in school can't be overvalued) and he told her that no, he was single and there wasn't a Mrs. Klein in the wings. We didn't get into much detail on exactly how she parlayed confidence into serious flirtation, but Sheri is good at that. She's so much more forward than I am, and she gets away with it.

Finally, she kissed him. He tried to push her away, was really concerned that someone would see. She said she wanted him, and she thought he wanted her too. He didn't deny it, so he was doomed. Basically all he could do was tell her to meet him down the block, where it wouldn't be obvious. I think Sheri, naughty girl that she is, was hoping he'd take her behind the gym or something.

But he picked her up away from the school and drove her back to his place. More and more, I wonder if it was the first time he'd done something with a student. She said he was nervous even once they were inside, kept telling her it couldn't happen, not really. But she was persistent, and finally after she started taking her clothes off and he could see those very alluring teen breasts, he gave up struggling.

I know, it's odd that a teenager would be seducing her teacher and not the other way around, but if you knew Sheri, you'd know that it was totally in keeping with her. Me, I wouldn't be able to pull it off, but she could, easily. Now, I've let people seduce me, and I've been seduced, but I'm not so good at seducing people who are authority figures.

He took her upstairs to the bedroom, probably the same bedroom where I was, and she pulled his pants down and started sucking his cock without any words spoken. She said he was flaccid at first, from nerves probably, but quickly revived. Then she slipped the rest of her clothes off, lay back on the bed, and begged him to fuck her. Not one to beat about the bush, so to speak, is my sister. In he went, and started fucking her hard.

No condom; Sheri doesn't use them. She wasn't on the pill either, although he couldn't have known that. I knew, but I don't think anyone else did except Mari and maybe Mike if he found out. She wanted to know what she'd missed by not getting some oral from him, and I said "A fuck-ton, sis." Which is true. His technique with his tongue is terrific.

After a minute, he rolled her over and took her from behind, then grunted that he was about to cum. He pulled out, and she rolled over and sucked him dry. Then he sat back with this bemused look on his face and said that they couldn't do it again, it was too dangerous. Sheri couldn't see why, kept begging him to let her come back, but honestly, for both of them, I wonder if it wasn't just the conquest. I know Sheri would have been happy to fuck him again, but she wasn't really going to lose sleep over it if she didn't. The novelty wears off for her quite quickly, and since that was most of why she wanted to fuck him, I don't know why she was so insistent. I think caution got the better of him, and he probably also only was interested in the novelty to a certain extent.

Finally, she got up, pulled her clothes back on, and walked out in a huff. But since she made no particular attempt to get back in his good graces after that, didn't really spend much time on him, I think my assessment is the right one. She was only in it for the conquest, and if he wasn't, he was too nervous to do it again.

Now me, I've talked to him since our first time. There's not really much risk for him with me, which is, I guess, why he's willing to consider another go. We're trying to work out when it will be. I keep offering to come by the school after hours, but he won't hear of it. He really is scared, or professional, or both.

Anyway, that's the not-tremendously-interesting story of Sheri's conquest, and a pic thrown in for good measure. All I know is that if I start seeing Mr. Klein more often, I'll have to start a new tag for him. We'll see whether that happens or not. Hell, maybe I should delete that fuck James' tag and replace it with Mr. Klein, or Perry, as he'd like me to call him. I'm so naughty though; I do like thinking of him as my teacher Mr. Klein, even if he's just a man now. Or maybe it's that I was brought up to call adults by their last name. Seriously, what's up with kids calling adults by their first name? Disrespectful. Never would have flown in my house. Nor could we call our parents by their names.

Okay, enough walking to school 9 miles in the snow uphill both ways consarn it. Enjoy. We'll all keep hoping that other people send me pictures I can post, because otherwise there's nothing I can do.

Coincidence

So yeah, I'm back, have been for a few days. I've just been busy, and then strange things happened to me, and so I'm only now coming up for air, so to speak.

Well, that's it. I'm back. Hooray.

...

Only kidding. I'll tell you about the strange things. I'm such a tease.

When I was in Junior High, I believe it was 7th grade, I had a teacher who was fairly young, late 20s, early 30s maybe. A lot of girls (and a few guys) had crushes on him, but he was totally immune, very professional, didn't take any crap from us. He had some experience teaching at that level, obviously, because that age (13-ish) is crazy. I'd never teach Junior High in a million years. He was tough, but fair, didn't try to be buddies with the kids, and while at the time he seemed unapproachable and kind of mean, now I can see that he was pretty much the best teacher I had. We'll call him Mr. Klein for right now.

Well, I came back home, went to the store, and there he was in the bread aisle. Obviously he didn't recognize me, but I would have known him anywhere; he's aged quite well. Now ordinarily it would have been a strange coincidence and we would have said hello and then left it at that, but for whatever reason, we got to talking, and he invited me out for a drink, and I said what the Hell. I was kind of tired after the drive, but I was really enjoying talking with someone after about a week of no human contact with anyone nice.

He said he remembered me after I told him who I was, which makes him a fucking mentalist because it's been quite a few years and while I looked okay in 7th grade, I didn't look like I look now. Which may have had more to do with it; he seemed really interested in me.

He got a kick out of me calling him Mr. Klein, but eventually he told me that I was probably old enough to call him Perry (which is close to his actual name, so I'll use it). He wasn't that old, certainly hadn't hit unpleasant middle age, and I was getting into being attracted to him again, because I could remember how he fueled a number of sessions with a vibrator in my youth. It's an authority figure thing, I guess, except he didn't seem too authoritative.

So I was enjoying myself, having some drinks, talking after a long time without any people to whom to talk, and I think he was enjoying himself too. No ring, I was safe there. He didn't seem to be terribly aggressive in his pursuit, but I made some signs and he didn't back away.

I asked him if he had any plans for the evening (it was evening already, but what the fuck ever) and he said no, so we left the bar (I hadn't been in a bar in an age and a day, and honestly I was happy to get out; it was noisy and smelly) and wandered around for a while. I asked him if he lived in town (crafty me, only not really; it was nothing but conversation) and he offered to show me his house.

Honestly, I had no plans; I was, as I said, pretty tired, and I could have just enjoyed company and left it at that. I wasn't angling for anything, but he invited me in. And I don't know how it happened, but we wound up in his kitchen with a bottle of wine, kissing up against the counter. I was not in any way smashed; I had a courtesy glass of wine which I barely touched, and I might have been a little buzzed, but nothing else. And unless he was a fucking lightweight, he wasn't drunk either. We shouldn't have driven anywhere (and we didn't) but we were well in possession of our mental faculties.

Maybe it should have been a little creepy. Maybe it was the creepiness that was attractive. He's not bad to look at, is all I know, and he was very nice, and I was horny and tired, and there it was.

It got a little creepy when he started telling me that he thought I was hot back in the day. I don't think he's a pedo or anything; I think he thought it was something good to say. I said I'd had a crush on him from way back when. We did foreplay talk, that kind of thing. I wasn't up for continuing in the kitchen; I needed someplace a little softer. So he led me up the stairs after I made it plain that I was interested in seeing the bedroom, and clothes came off, and pretty soon he was in his boxers and I was in my bra and panties.

He was stacked, must belong to a gym or something. He liked my breasts, had a bit of trouble with the bra (it's really no reflection on anything; I have trouble with bras sometimes) but enjoyed licking and sucking just fine. One hand on one tit, mouth on the other nipple, and the other hand slipping around my back and squeezing my ass, making me giggle, which didn't turn him off at all.

I offered to warm him up, but he said he was plenty warm, laid me back on the bed, slid my panties down (I was wearing practical panties, unfortunately, so it was kind of boring, but whatever, underneath was plenty exciting) and began eating me out like a fucking pro. I swear, whatever he did, I don't believe I've ever had it better from a guy's tongue, maybe not even from any tongue. He had me cumming hard, and I made some noise, fingers and tongue were involved. I don't know what it was; I was totally out of it while he did whatever he did. I almost blacked out from cumming, it was that intense.

After that, I almost didn't need to be fucked, but what the hell, he deserved it. He started rooting around before I told him I had condoms, then he got one on and asked me whether I was ready. My eyes were rolled back into my head, I think. He got between my legs, and his cock speared me, made me cum again (yes, it was that good, it really was) and he almost lay on top of me and just pumped his pelvis into mine for a few minutes.

We kissed, he made me cum again, and then he grunted and came into the condom. It wasn't stellar fucking, only a few minutes, but the orgasms and the oral more than made up for it.

I was half asleep, asked him if I could crash for a while, and we both fell asleep together. A few hours later, we both woke up, kissed, cuddled, and then I asked him if he wanted to fuck again (try saying that to your grade school teacher), put another condom on him, and let him get between my legs again. It was pretty much the same as the first time, nice, nothing to complain about. I wish he'd pulled out and let me suck him or something, but that's a small matter.

We fell asleep again, but I woke up in the middle of the night, couldn't get back to sleep, got up, splashed some water on my face, that kind of thing. I was stark naked, didn't think anything about it until I came back to bed and he laughed and asked me if I had any modesty at all. I grinned, shook my head, and did a twirl, bent over, spread my ass cheeks at him, blew him a kiss. He laughed again, said if I could, then he could too, got up and kissed me, both of us standing there in his bedroom, naked.

We headed back downstairs in the darkness, went to the kitchen, had a drink of water. I think he wanted to go back to sleep a little, and I sort of did too, but we were fooling around. I told him how fantastic his tongue was, and he offered to give me another sample. I dragged him back upstairs, and by God, it wasn't a fluke; he was able to make me cum, hard. I paid a little more attention; his tongue tickled my clit, his finger stroked my labia, then dipped in and out of my cunt, but exactly why it made me cum so hard I still can't tell you. It was like electricity. I may have cum harder in the past, but this was some of the best oral I've ever had.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to stop, but I had to beg him after a certain point, because I was just too worn out to keep cumming like that. He said I tasted more beautiful than I looked, and we kissed again. His cock was hard, but he didn't seem ready, so I finally got to suck him. I was a little out of it so I don't know if I was on my game, but he seemed to like it. Finally, he laughed and said that he wasn't used to fucking three times in a night, but if I wanted it, I could have it. I'd run out of condoms, but I let him get up to look for his, then kept distracting him, until we wound up in the bathroom getting a condom on him, and we never made it back to the bed. He fucked me doggy style on the floor of his bathroom, and while my knees hurt afterward, it was nice.

We sat on his bathroom floor after and panted, and he said he really wasn't used to this. I asked him what exactly he was used to, and he said he hadn't done anything this exciting in years. I told him that four was going to be too much even for me, but maybe if we worked up to it... He seemed like he was about to explode with surprise. I guess he figured I wouldn't be interested in anything ongoing, and maybe I'm not, but on the other hand, I don't believe in burning bridges.

So we went back and tried to sleep for a few more hours. I couldn't, got up, put my underwear back on (I do have a little modesty) and went down and watched some really terrible early morning TV. I didn't have work the next day, so I stuck around until he got up, gave him a kiss, put the rest of my clothes on, and told him to keep me in mind. Obviously, we exchanged contact info.

Now, that was a bit strange, but then after that, I told Sheri what had happened, and she said she remembered Mr. Klein and was surprised I hadn't gotten with him sooner. It turns out that Sheri fucked Mr. Klein, not when she was in his class, but she was still in school. She said that he has a thing for redheads, and likes younger women. So maybe I could have fucked him back in the day. I doubt it; I was never that ballsy. But it was a bit odd to be sharing him with my sister and not knowing it.

I don't know whether he remembered that I was Sheri's sister, or actually remembered me from school at all. But he was into me. And while I now wonder if he really is a pedo... it doesn't bother me that much. I'm not going to bring up Sheri, and I think I might meet up with him again. I know, it's probably a little creepy. Still, he was amazing at oral, and his cock wasn't bad either. And I like older guys. Maybe he was lying and he fucks all sorts of women, but he didn't seem to be, and anyway, he was a perfect gentleman and I enjoyed myself. I'm not going to get into a relationship with him, but I'd be happy to fuck him again.

Actually, I've thought about getting Sheri down here too and having a threesome. Not seriously, but it's an interesting thought. If he was into it, maybe we could do some roleplaying, get our Catholic schoolgirl on, be naughty. Damn, the idea is making me anxious. Never happen, of course... although I wonder if Sveta... no, no, maybe... I am naughty.