Part 14. Lucy. (v) The Toy.

During subsequent meetings and chats with Jill, it was revealed that Lucy had never used any type of sexual aid. Given how they had talked and played, what Jill did next wasn’t a surprise.

She left telling us she would be back in 15 minutes. Paul was working so wasn’t around. She left and Lucy and I talked. She told me that Jill had gone to get a vibrator for her. Apparently she had a few so wouldn’t miss one.

Sure enough, 15 minutes later, Jill returned and pulled the vibrator from her handbag. Slim, ribbed and about 6 inches long. It wasn’t a big one but I was sure the vibration would add something, that the size lacked, to give her something different.

There were fresh batteries in it so the two ladies talked and played a little. Teasing each other with the vibration on the nipples but staying clothed the whole time. I then watched as it was rubbed on Lucy’s inner thigh. You could see the excitement from that. The feeling was obviously working it’s way upward.

That evening, after Lucy and I had eaten, she decided a relaxing bath was what she fancied. She picked out some music, R & B is her favourite, and ran the bath. I gathered about 8 tea lights when she was in the bedroom getting undressed and set them around the bath. I made sure that with the light off she could still see and that it looked cosy for her.

I left her to it and watched some TV. After about an hour, she emerged. Just wrapped in a towel, her skin reddened from the heat of the water.

“I’m going to try out that toy”

There was a cheeky smile on her face and I felt an immediate movement in the jeans I was wearing.

20 minutes later she called for me. She lay on the bed, legs apart with her hands above her head. The toy was halfway in her pussy which was obviously wet.

“How was it?”

“Amazing. I made myself cum twice. I want you to use it on me now.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I reached down and flicked the switch to ‘on’. Gently, I moved it in amd out. Her moans combined with the slight movements of her body were beautiful to hear and watch. I made faster movements. Using the whole length inside her. Holding it there as the vibration pulsed through her.

Without warning I took it out and placed it directly onto her clit. A sudden gasp and jerk said it was unexpected. I did nothing else. Just left it there. Watching her body squirm and writhe. She came within a couple of minutes and there was no way she was going to let me keep it there.

I was hard. So hard. I threw the toy to one side and entered her. This wasn’t going to take long. We had discovered something new and I was going to explode. I rammed into her repeatedly. Like an animal. Her naked body and her soaking pussy felt great.

At the point I was about to cum I pulled out and told her to sit up. She knew where this was going. Straight over her face. She opened her mouth and caught what she could. The rest landed on her cheeks and chin.

When I finshed she looked at me and smiled. Then with her fingers she wiped it off her face and licked them clean. She knew how to turn me on and what I liked to see.

That toy, and other’s would get used a lot in future. This was just the start.

Part 13. Lucy. (iv) Girl on Girl.

I like sport, watching and playing, so had a cricket match I was involved in one weekend. Although she didn’t like cricket, Lucy’s support for my interests was unwavering. It was also her birthday and we had plans for the evening. A meal out and then drinks, at the pub and then at home later. We had been living together for a month by this point.

During the game I looked in her direction and could see her chatting to another female. I had no idea who it was but I was glad she wasn’t bored by herself.

The match finished, with a win for us, and I walked over towards her and the other lady. As I got closer to them I realised that my mate, Paul, was heading the same way. It turned out that the other woman was his wife, Jill, who I had never met before.

We decided that we would meet up later and celebrate the day together. I rang the restaurant and booked a couple of extra spaces.

The meal was lovely and the drink was flowing freely. Lucy and Jill got on so well. It was as if they had known for so long, so natural. Rather than head to a pub we decided we would go home and carry on the party there. Malibu and Bacardi were the order of the day. There was plenty being drunk so the fact the conversation worked around to sex isn’t a surprise.

The girls said they were going to do a little show, a dance, for Paul and I. Jill, like Lucy, was a beautiful woman. Slim, long hair but with blonde, not brunette hair. The contrast was a great match. They went into the bedroom to practice and work out what they were going to do. After 10 minutes of talking with Paul he said,

“Guarantee Jill is kissing Lucy. That’s what she does.”

“She’s done this before?”

“Yes. She loves women.”

We both got up and headed towards the bedroom. The door was ajar and we could see inside. They were sat on the bed, only in underwear, hands all over each other, kissing passionately. It was hot. Such a turn on to see my beautiful girlfriend enjoying the company of another women.

We went back to the front room and 5 minutes later they returned. In just panties and thin tops they looked so sexy. They put a slow song on and started a seductive dance together. Little touches, kisses and rubbing against each other.

It wasn’t long before Jill’s hand rubbed fully across Lucy’s breast. She wouldn’t would she? She did! Her hand went inside the flimsy garment. Then slowly released it. Lucy’s pert little tit was out. Fuck, it immediately raised the excitement in me and Paul.

“They are the most beautiful tits I have ever seen.” is what Jill said.

With that she leaned down and kissed it. Loving, soft kisses around almost every inch then took the nipple in her mouth. Lucy put her hands on the back of Jill’s head and pulled her in tighter. At this moment I don’t think they would have noticed if their respective partners had left the room. They were there together.

Jill’s left hand then went down the side of Lucy’s body. To the panties. There was hardly any hesitation. Her hand went inside. No stopping her by Lucy. She was completely up for this. Gentle teasing of her pussy while she had her breasts sucked. All the time the music kept playing and they kept moving.

The kissing started between them. The passion was amazing. Each of them flicking tongues into the other’s mouth. Their hands exploring the body of the other. Both sets of breasts were out and the mutual playing was a sight to behold.

After about 15 minutes they retired to the bedroom again for a little while. When they returned the panties were different and there wasn’t a top being worn. Two sexy women playing with each other. Any man’s dream. This went on for a couple of hours. Lots of alcohol being drunk and the conversation getting more raunchy.

Paul and I considered the idea of swapping partners but it never happened. Lucy told me that the only reason it didn’t was that she didn’t find him attractive. The same couldn’t be said for Jill and I, but nothing happened. One of those unfulfilled fantasies we have from time to time.

Jill had a part to play in the next stage of Lucy and my relationship but not in the same way.

Lucy was never with another woman when we were together. We talked about it again but, as time progressed it never materialised.

We lost touch with Jill and Paul a couple of years later after they moved to Australia. Good memories though.

Part 12. Lucy. (iii) The walk home.

After one night in the pub, as usual I walked Lucy home. I could have rung a taxi for her but it was always more personal and more gentlemanly to walk I thought. Even though it had been raining that evening a walk still seemed like a way of spending a bit more time with her so, with a large umbrella in my hand and her in the other, we set off.

Part of the walk took us passed a cemetery. High iron fences and a gate bordered the road. Just inside the gate was a small stone building. Just to the right of the iron fence was a wall that was only around 3 feet high. The urge got me.

“Come on. In there.”

She looked at me with surprise, uncertainty and a touch of excitement. I helped her on to the wall and she was in amongst the headstones. I jumped up and over in one bound. We were in the dark and all alone. Taking her hand I led her to the stone building, one part of it completely hidden from view by any passers-by, although it was gone midnight.

I pushed her back against the wall and kissed her. Each moment that passed the more passionate it got. Before long my hand was at her trousers, undoing the button and the zip. Gently pushing down, I rubbed her through her lace panties. Her moans and the movement of her body showed how turned on she was. Her hands on the the back of my head as we kissed pulled me onto her lips more and more as the urge grew in her.

The trousers fell to her ankles and she undid my belt. Her hand inside my boxers, the gentle movement up and down my cock. I was throbbing and she could feel it. I turned her around so she faced the building. Her hands against the stonework I pulled her arse towards me. Crouching down I pushed my face into her. Tasting her. My tongue working furiously.

After a few minutes I stood up and something came over me. I’m not sure what possessed me, even to this day, but it’s something I will never forget. The umbrella stood against the wall, the ribbed handle looking like a perfect tool to use.

I took it in my hand and moved it towards her. There was no hesitation and no pulling away from her. I pushed it in slowly and she moved herself towards it. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. We had never used anything other than each other before and now my umbrella had become a sex toy.

I turned it with every push, the ribs giving her an extra sensation. She was so excited. I could hear the dampness between her legs. The sounds of her growing lust.

The umbrella went back to the wall, my trousers and boxers down to my knees. I moved forward and grabbed her hips. Pushing my hard cock towards her I moved in inch by inch. Then with a final hard push, I was all the way in. The hard thrusting movements. The sound of skin on skin slapping every time I forced myself into her. Her hands were still on the building, which she used to push back onto me. Timing each other’s movements perfectly.

The closer I got to climax the more frenetic the push. Before long I was at the point where I was going to explode inside her. She could feel it. My hands gripped her hips more tightly and she responded by pushing back harder and faster, willing me on.

As soon as I had cum, she turned around and kissed me. There was more passion in that kiss, that moment, than I had ever felt before. Both of us, in the dark cemetery, trousers around our ankles kissing, loving.

The rest of the walk home, unsurprisingly, was uneventful. The next day was the first time we confessed how much we loved each other. The only woman I had truly loved was with me now. We couldn’t be happier. I had found my soulmate.

Part 11. Lucy. (ii) The first time.

Over the next 3 weeks we saw each other every day. I couldn’t get enough of her.

On the second night we had sex for the first time. It was nothing spectacular but it felt great all the same. She had the most amazing body. Very slim. Lovely hips. Perfect little tits. Probably the best I have ever seen, even to this day.

We laid in bed after we walked home from the pub. Both of us wearing underwear, not sure of what was about to happen. We cuddled up and it wasn’t long before my hands started to wander. Gently stroking her from her thighs up to her shoulder. Kissing her neck and cheek as I did.

She could feel my arousal and pushed against me. We were naked very soon. Running my hands across her beautiful breasts I felt her stiff nipples. Everything about her felt so right. I couldn’t fault anything about her.

I moved down and ran my tongue across each one in turn. Her hands on my head, encouraging me to carry on. Kissing her on every part of those amazing tits. I moved my head down slowly. Planting little kisses on her stomach as I did. Moving almost an inch at a time. Left. Right. Up. Down. No order just as I wanted to at the time. If I didn’t know where the next kiss was going neither would she.

The further down I went, the more her legs gently parted. Willing me on. I looked up to see her gently stroking her breasts. The lightest of touches brushing her nipples. Her soft skin felt beautiful on my lips. I worked my way down.

I pushed her legs apart slightly and looked up at her. She looked at me, still rubbing her tits. Eyes locked, I moved the couple of inches needed to taste her. My tongue, gently at first, touching her. Her head went back and the lick became more deliberate. Tracing every part of her but never venturing inside. She kept moving down, closer to my mouth but I wouldn’t let her rush me. Still I kept her waiting.
To her relief, after a few moments, I plunged my tongue into her. The gasp was one of shock. As if I had jumped out on her as she rounded a corner. The taste was so good. I pushed her legs even further apart, going in as deep as I could.

I lifted my head and started to move up her body. Fingers taking the place of my tongue and pushing them inside her as we kissed. This was the first time she had ever tasted herself on a man’s lips and she loved it. So eager to lick every last taste that lingered.

I had to fuck her. Moving my hand I placed them either side of her and gazed down at her. Our eyes totally focused on each other. The only movement was the alignment of our hips waiting for the first penetrative stroke. I could feel where I needed to be and with a little push my head went inside. Little by little my whole length was in her. There was no rushing, no domination, no hard and fast strokes. This was two people enjoying the first moments of intercourse we would share for a few years.

When we were done, we laid there. Cuddling. Kissing. Not saying a word. So peaceful. Like nothing I had ever had before.

We dozed off and I woke after about an hour. I had to leave for work early so couldn’t stay there. I whispered to her that I was going and told her I would pick her up tomorrow evening. We kissed, smiled and I left.

The first of many times we would have sex. We didn’t know it but it would improve so much over time.

Part 10. Lucy. My first sub.

I met Lucy one night whilst at my local pub. I was playing pool against a guy who I didn’t recognise. He was with three girls and we were getting on well.

Part way through the evening he said that his sister had taken an instant liking to me and gestured in the direction of the three females. I looked across with a little apprehension. Only one was what I considered attractive and my next question to him was done nervously.

“Which one’s your sister?”

He said two of them were his sisters but the one on the left was the one that liked me. It was the attractive one.

“Yeah, ok. A woman that looks like that isn’t going to be interested in me.”

I was a regular there but had never seen her before. Believe me, I would have noticed. So beautiful. Long light brown hair, slim, small and she appeared to be shy. He tried to convince me it was true but the rest of the evening past without me saying anything to her except as she left. Just two words.

“Bye Lucy.”

She looked back and said goodbye. I had no idea where this would lead. It may have been that I would never see her again.

I was away for the next two weeks with work and went straight back to the pub the first night of my return. The landlady, Kim, poured my first pint and gave me a slip of paper with my change. On this paper was written a name and number. It was Lucy’s.

Kim told me that two days after I had last been in there, a man (it turned out to be Ray, Lucy’s brother) had come in and asked if I would be in. Kim said I was away working. He wrote down the number and asked if she could pass it on to me the next time I was in.

It was obvious that this number was a good thing. Kim noticed the smile on my face and asked if I was pleased.

“Damn right. She’s stunning!”

I wasted no time in ringing her and we spoke for about 30 minutes about various things. What I did, what she did. Music. TV. We arranged to meet that Friday. The conversation ended in a way I hadn’t even thought about. She asked something.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

It hadn’t occurred to me that my name hadn’t even been mentioned.

“Peter. Pete.”

“Thanks for ringing Pete. See you on Friday.”

Little did I know then how that one meeting would change my life.

Friday couldn’t come quick enough and when I saw her walk into the pub, 30 minutes late, my heart jumped. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. She wore tight jeans, a light jumper and a small leather jacket.

We just sat there for 4 hours, talking and laughing. The first time I kissed her I asked her permission. Silly I know but I still had a problem believing she wanted me.

I walked her home and she invited me in. We sat down and had a coffee and talked more. I planned on leaving soon after but she persuaded me to stay a little longer. As we kissed she rubbed my crotch. I went hard almost immediately. My belt was undone. Then the buttons on my jeans. She knelt on the floor between my legs and pulled my jeans and boxers down.

With one look, she took me into her mouth. Her hands moving up and down on me skillfully as she sucked. She was enjoying my enjoyment and I it wasn’t too long before I ended up cumming over her face. That was her choice.

We agreed to meet for lunch the next day and then I did leave. A smile on my face the whole way home.

I didn’t expect the night to end like that but I am so glad it did.

Part 9. Laura

Laura and I got together almost by accident. I had been seeing someone who seemed to keep messing me about, but I kept chasing. New Year’s Eve was the turning point.

Emma, the girl I had been seeing, and I had a row in the street about 2am. Once she had left, Laura said “You won’t let anyone else in will you!”. “No” was my instant and short reply.

We returned to the pub where the party was still going on and carried on the customary drinking to bring in the New Year. As it went on a gay friend of mine, Liz, told me that Laura had liked me for ages. As soon as she first saw me apparently which had been two years ago. This shocked me. I didn’t have a clue.

Laura was 5 years older than me. Short and curvy. Curvy was something I had never really been interested in before although I did think she was very attractive. We talked later that night and she freely admitted her feelings for me. Nothing happened that night nor did it for another 2 weeks.

I saw Emma again two days later and told her it was finished. I didn’t want to keep chasing someone that I felt was just playing a game.

It was after that, I asked Laura if she fancied meeting for a drink sometime. We both drank in the local pub so agreed we would go somewhere else away from prying eyes and mutual friends. I would pick her up 10 days later on a Friday when her son was with his dad.

The evening came and we had a great time. Laughing and joking with the odd flirty touch of a leg from both of us. I dropped her at home and she invited me in. I decided to drop the car at my house, which was only 2 minutes away, and returned with wine.

More laughing, but this time interspersed with hugs and kisses. I left 2 hours later and we both agreed we would have to do this again. Soon.

We met midweek and I took her for a meal. Again we went back to her place and this time I was staying the night. The hugs became more this time. The touches were more intimate and we were both very turned on. Even before we got anywhere near the bedroom, she had taken off all her clothes to reveal a beautiful basque that showed off her ample breasts perfectly. She looked amazing.

We headed upstairs and to the bedroom. Her leading and holding my hand as if to guide me.

We got to the bedroom and she stood there, back to me and slowly took down her skimpy underwear. She had a great arse. I couldn’t stop myself. I walked the couple of paces towards her and grabbed in my hands. A small shudder went through her and I kissed the back of her neck.

A small gasp escaped from her and I kissed again. Lingering a little longer, a bit firmer. My hands moved around her until I held her waist and pulled her in. My hard cock now pressing into her back. She pushed against me.

I turned her so she was facing the bed and eased her down onto it, her legs still on the floor. They parted and my hand found it’s way to her already wet opening. I could tell she was eager for penetration so I stopped. Instead I knelt down and pushed my face in. Moving her cheeks apart and gently licked her. With every stroke of my tongue, she moved her hips in such a way as to speed up the movement.

In. My tongue deep into her. As far as I could, using her arse to pull her even further onto my keen lips. Tongue darting. Sucking. Licking. She tasted great and I wanted more. I had her clit in my mouth and nibbled. Again, my tongue working hard, flicking across the sensitive tip. Then I spanked her.

The first time anyone had done that to her she told me later, and she loved it. I brought her to orgasm within a couple of minutes. She was very vocal.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. What are you doing to me?”

I said nothing and just kept going. Teasing her and using my fingers too now. One in. Then another. Her hands gripped the quilt. She kept pushing back further and further. She wanted as much of my fingers as she could get. Another orgasm quickly followed. More intense than the first. The pleasure this gave felt so good. My cock almost aching. I was so hard.

I couldn’t keep her waiting any more. I stood up and pushed myself against her.

The tip of my cock lightly touched her. She pushed back again and I moved away. I was in charge and she would have me when I was ready.

She stopped pushing and in one movement I thrust myself into her. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Fuck”

From nothing, to everything buried deep into her. Every time. All the way out and hard back in. Pounding her. The waves of each thrust moving across her arse. I had her hips and pulled on them every time I went in. Her hands gripped the quilt even more and she started biting on it too. I had her exactly where I wanted her now.

I stopped. Only for a few seconds but it teased her enough.

“Fuck me. Just fuck me.”

I did as she asked and this time I wouldn’t stop. I just kept going and going. Trying to get every inch of me into her every time, as hard and as fast as I could. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head up.

When she came again, it was matched perfectly with me shooting into her. And still I kept pumping her.

Eventually I stopped. Let go of her hair and collapsed onto her. The sweat of my brow now on her back.

A couple minutes later we got into bed and drifted off to sleep. My prize for that was waking up to her taking me in her mouth. She took me as deep as she could and she wasn’t going to stop until she had swallowed me dry. It didn’t take long.

We lasted a couple of months until I met a woman who would change my life. Had it not been for her who knows how far Laura and I could have gone.

I haven’t seen her in a few years now but I am really good friends with her son. She celebrated her 10th wedding anniversary recently. She’s so happy with life. I’m sure if our paths do cross there will be a kiss on the cheek and an embrace but nothing more.

Part 8. Pauline

There have been many times in my adult life, where I have completely missed the signals a woman has conveyed. She liked me and I didn’t see it. Luckily that has changed more recently.

Pauline was the manageress of my local pub. Petite, pretty and a smile that just lit up her whole face, everytime. We had talked frequently and always got on. I had a brief fling with one of the barmaids there and Pauline had always told me to be careful of her. This was well founded advice as it turned out. She soon turned her attentions to another guy.

One night, after the bar had shut, I was left alone with her. As she locked up she asked if I had any other plans. I didn’t, so asked if she wanted to come back to my place. I had no reason, other than being friendly, to ask her.

We got to my flat and I put the kettle on. We sat for about 3 hours, talking, laughing and playing on the PS2 that I had. Nothing happened other than that and she left as untouched as when she arrived.

That was the last time she would do that.

The next night in the pub, she asked me on a date. Someone had seen us leave together and told the other barmaid. She wasn’t happy. Pauline decided to just bring it into the open.

Two days later was our first date. It was a nice evening so we went to a restaurant where we could sit by the river and eat. Relaxed. Laughing. Drinking. A perfect evening. It was about 10.30pm when we left and walked along the river. It was on the way to mine, but it added around two miles to the route I would normally take.

It was along here that we first kissed. I’m not sure what it was about that kiss, but I wanted her there and then. It wasn’t long before I had her. We were only a mile from my home.

Within 30 minutes she had her head in the pillow and her arse in the air. The neighbour upstairs told me the day after, that she realised I had company.

She was late for work the next morning, although it didn’t seem to matter to her.

We only lasted a couple of months but the sex in that time was amazing. She was certainly adventurous so the fact that we visited the local park after she had finished work wasn’t a surprise.

She always dressed well at work. Always looking sexy, but in a classy way. Her skirt may have been short, but not too short. Sometimes her top was see-through, but nothing was ever revealed.
Classy turned into slutty one night. A dark blue skirt, halfway up her thighs and a royal blue blouse. All topped off by the fact she was wearing 5″ heels so was our eyes were level with each other.

Part of the park runs along a canal, at night it’s very well secluded and dark. We walked along hand in hand saying nothing. She suddenly let go of my hand and walked on much more briskly.

“Where are you going?”

“You’ll see.”

The path turned a little so about 20m ahead and for a little while, she was out of site. As I followed she came into view again, 30m ahead of me. This classy looking woman had been left in the pub. She was sitting on a wall, legs up, panties on her ankles and her blouse undone. Leaning back on her hands.

“Fuck me now.”

My cock went instantly hard. I undid my fly as I walked towards her. Her right hand went between her legs. The silence of the area meant I could hear every sound she made. She was already wet.

No waiting. No foreplay. I thrust straight into her. Like an animal. Every stroke, full and hard. Trying to get deeper than was possible everytime. Every push greeted with an audible gasp from her.

I grabbed her bra and pulled at the cups. Her breasts popping free. Nipples erect. No hesitation. My mouth headed straight for one of them. To lick? To suck? No. To nibble. I took it in my teeth and pulled back my head. Her breast being raised as I did. My teeth loosened and her nipple scraped from my mouth.

“Shit!”

I pulled her from the wall and turned her around, then bent her over. Pushing her down so she was flat on the wall with one hand, forcefully grabbing her arse cheeks. Slapping them. Anybody within 400m would have heard us, I’m sure.

I was relentless. Something was in me tonight that I felt like I could go for ages. Continually hammering her.

She came 3 times before I turned her back around pushed her down and released myself all over her face. She was a mess.

She wiped what she could from her face with her panties.

“Don’t dress. We’re not far away now. The look suits you.”

She obeyed. We got in and she went straight to the shower. When she entered the bedroom the signs of how rough we were, were clear to see.

Scrapes on her breasts from the wall. Dried blood in parts. Her backside covered in handprints and black marks from the grabbing. She didn’t complain. Good girl.

Her head was turned and she chose the other guy because she thought I would cheat on her.

They split after a few months. Ironically, cheated on her!

Part 7. Liz

I met Liz at first when I was 17. I wasn’t very tall and pretty thin. In a club, on a Friday night, when the question of ‘How old are you?’ and the response being ’18’ enough proof of your right to be there. It lasted a couple of weekends and that was it.

About 15 months later I saw her again. I had joined the Army and filled out. I was taller and bigger.

Same club. Same day. Same mate. She recognised me immediately and soon made her way over. A huge smile on her face.

“Hello Pete. What have you been doing?”

“Alright Liz. Joined the Army.”

Her look changed immediately. One that showed sudden interest in me. I only noticed given how little interest she had actually shown in me previously. She moved closer. She spoke in my ear and said over the sound of the music,

“You look really good.”

I looked her straight in the eye, a little smug feeling sweeping through me.

I smiled.

“Thanks.”

I made no mention of how she looked. She looked good, no doubting that. Long blonde hair. Good figure. Tall. Slim. She had given me the upper hand. I was keeping it.

“You seeing anyone?”

“No. Finished with my last boyfriend last week”

“Oh right.”

Smiling as I looked around the club. Showing a lack of interest equal to her interest. She stayed close. Within feet. (Almost as if she was warding off any interest from the presumed ‘flocks of woman making their way towards me waving phone numbers in my face.’)

She made every first move. Getting drinks. Offering me a cigarette. I stood there, nonchalantly, arm along a shelf. She had made her way inside this area, univited but not unappreciated.

She was about to see how it feels to be unceremoniously dumped.

We left the club at around 2am and headed for the taxi rank. Stand in the queue with everyone else while she hangs on to my arm. The difference from last time was amazing.

In the cab to her place she kissed me almost constantly. Rubbing her hands across my chest. The cab driver looking in his rear view mirror with that knowing look on his face.

There was nothing in the way of coffee on offer. She grabbed my hand we went straight upstairs. Shoes kicked across the bedroom, jumping around then started to undress.

The short dress she had been wearing was off in seconds. I calmly slipped off my shoes and unbutton my shirt. Enjoying the performance. The bra, then panties were off and she jumped onto the bed like an excited child.

My shirt was off. Trousers. Socks. Boxers. In next to her. She was immediately on me. I stopped her.

“Slow down. I’m not going anywhere”

She looked at me and smiled. Her fears allayed. We cuddled for a while and then slowly started running our hands across each other. Not moving, just where we could reach from the position our hands were in.

This moved to little kisses. My chest. My neck. Her forehead. Her cheek. Her lips.

As she turned to look down at me, my hands cupped her face. I spoke softly.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Liz. What happened last time?”

“I made a mistake. Sorry. I should have seen you again when I had the chance.”

“Yes you did. I’m here now.”

I pulled her down to me, watching her eyes close as our lips drew came together.

There was nothing spectacular about the sex. That’s just what it was. Sex. Not love making.

Bit of mutual oral. An orgasm. Then inside her. Not waiting on ceremony. No teasing. She was already wet. I moved my hips to get in the right position and pushed. Then the varied but rhythmic coming together of two people until climax.

Two as one. She gripped the posts on the wooden headboard. Her knuckles whitening. I thrust into her. Holding. Throbbing. Then out and in. More holding. More throbbing. Every drop of me inside her.

Woke up the next morning and enjoyed breakfast and coffee. As was getting ready to leave she said,

“How will I get in touch with you? Have you got a phone number or address? I can write to you.”

“We don’t have to do that Liz. I’m in the Army. No point starting a relationship when I’m in there. Maybe if we were together before I went then who knows?”

“So what was last night about? I thought you liked me.”

“I thought you liked me before.”

I left 10 minutes without another word being spoken. Not even a goodbye.

Never met her again. Her loss.

Part 6. Elaine

At the weekends I spent quite a bit of time in the pub. I was single and had money to spend so why not. I worked hard and was good at what I did. Friday to Sunday I let my hair down.

One Friday evening, I was in the pub playing pool with the normal group, male and female. Laughing, joking and messing around. Ollie, Amanda, Mark, Foz, Dale, Paula, Elaine, Andy and Gail were there. Some attached, most not.

Elaine was always someone that had caught my eye. Very attractive but in an understated way. Very little makeup just natural features surrounded by her dark hair that fell just below her shoulders. The regular ‘girl next door’.

There had been a lot of flirting between us and some were surprised that nothing had ever happened. Today though it felt different. Not sure why. There was a lot of gentle touching, looks that said more than flirty friends. One moment in particular showed today would be different. I teased her then put my arm around her shoulders in mock consolation. We looked at each other at the same time then just kissed. Pulled back slightly then kissed again. The look from her to me was not something I had ever seen and I’m sure I portrayed the same.

Nothing was said about what would happen afterwards, we just went with it. The rest of the evening was spent being very affectionate. Holding each other. Little kisses on the cheek. Hand grabs. Our friends had noticed but said nothing.

When we left the pub we headed to my place. I had a nice one bed flat. The perfect bachelor pad. It was clean, tidy and well maintained. She sat on the sofa when I got two glasses and a bottle of wine from the fridge.

I put some music on and we sat drinking and chatting in each other’s arms. It was as if we had been a couple for a long time. So relaxed together. So right.

After a couple of hours I turned and said one word.

“Bed?”.

“Yes”.

We finished our drinks and headed to the bedroom. We got into bed and just wrapped ourselves in each other. Nothing happened that night. We just drifted off.

I woke in the morning still holding her. She had her hand rubbing my cock. Morning glory was in full effect. Her head was on my chest. I moaned at her touch and she looked up at me.

“Good morning handsome.”

“Good morning. What a way to wake up. Thank you.”

“I couldn’t help myself.”

She had a naughty, sexy smile on her face. I grabbed her hair and kissed her. Then again. It went on. The most passionate kiss yet. All the time, she was stroking me. It felt so good. Her touch was firm but slow. Her naked body was so warm against mine.

Her head disappeared under the quilt and it wasn’t long before I felt her tongue on my tip. She took me in her mouth. Every stroke taking a bit more in. Her hand skilfully moving between my cock and my balls. She carried on until I exploded in her mouth. Every drop swallowed and moaning with every throb. She was so good.

We lay there for a little while before I got up to make coffee and breakfast. Sausage sandwiches. We turned on the TV and stayed in bed all Saturday. Not wanting to go anywhere. Happy together.

As the day progressed we talked, laughed and kissed a lot. I couldn’t believe that a friend of over a year would be in my bed and that she would feel so good. We were so relaxed together.

In the evening, I ordered a takeaway which we ate in bed. It wasn’t something I normally did but nothing about the last 24 hours seemed normal.

We decided to watch a film and Elaine wanted to see Indecent Proposal. The scene where Demi Moore and Woody Harrelson get it on in the kitchen started us off again.

I replicated the part where he went down her body. I kissed her all the way. She was so slim and her body was so toned. The further I went the more she writhed. Her inner thighs. So sensitive. I nibbled at her and she loved that.

I couldn’t resist anymore. My tongue went straight in as deep as I could. Her hands grabbed my head and held me there. Flicking. Probing. Her hands didn’t move. Moving up and down along her. So wet. Moving to her clit and immediately sucking. As if I was was trying to suck it straight off her. I was so turned on. So was she.

I used my finger. Pushing it into her. Wetter and wetter. Her juices started to dribble and roll towards her arse. Another finger on the same hand touch her and rubbed her now wet hole. A shudder went through her. I had never thought of anal as a route to pleasure but my view changed in an instant.

“You like that?”

“Yes, do it again”

I did. One finger in her pussy, one stroking her arse. Every so often I’d lick her clit. Watching her body change position with every stroke. A second finger in her as she moved herself towards me trying to get it as quickly as possible.

More juices flowed towards her arse. Should I? Dare I?

I did. My finger pushed. She pushed back. The tip. Then up to the joint. She groaned.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, don’t stop.”

Two fingers fully in one hole. One finger fully in the other. I had never done this and it was clear she was enjoying it. Faster and faster. Then licking her clit again.

She started grabbing at her breasts. Pulling her nipples. Noises getting louder and louder. Her body convulsing.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. I’m cumming. Oh my god.”

Faster and harder. Nibble her clit. That did it. She was so wet. Sweating too.

“Oh shit. That was amazing. I’ve never done that before.” She smiled. A huge smile. I grinned back, feeling good.

Again, in each others arms. The feeling of being here with Elaine was becoming less strange.

After Saturday, I wasn’t sure how things would get better.

It was my turn to wake her. Kissing her shoulders and neck. My hand on her arm. She woke with beautiful sleepy words.

“Good morning sexy man”.

That brought a smile to my face. I turned her head and kissed her lips.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby. I stirred a couple of times and you were holding me all night. It was lovely.”

My hand went to her breast. The tip of my finger tracing the contours. Her breasts were small and firm. They were perfect. Moving my hand around and continually kissing her. To her nipple. Around and across her. The more aroused she got, the more I did too. I was getting hard and she could feel it.

I pulled her in tightly and pushed my groin into her. Fitting perfectly into the crack of her backside. She pushed back.

The hands teasing her nipples now grabbed at her. Clenching her breasts. Her moans getting louder. Kissing the base of her neck and still pushing into her. A hand moved between her legs as she lifted one up.

“I’m so wet. Feel me”.

She took one of my hands and manoeuvred herself so I could reach from the back. She was wet. So wet.

“Finger me Pete. Please.”

“Not yet”.

My hand went forward a couple of inches. Onto her clit. Rubbing. Teasing her more. It wasn’t long before her first orgasm came. Her body jerking and contorting. Straight away I slipped two fingers into her warm, soaking hole.

“You are so good at that. God that’s amazing. I wish we’d done this before.”

She couldn’t see my smile but it was so big I almost laughed. Another orgasm quickly followed.

“Fuck my arse!”

They were words I wasn expecting even after last night. She wasn’t going to have to say it twice. My wet fingers moved backwards to wet the forbidden hole. One finger slid in with hardly any effort. She pushed down on it. She wanted this and I was going to deny her. Another one. The same response from her.

“Stick your cock in me. I want it Pete. Do it.”

I positioned myself and applied a little pressure. The tip. A quick intake of breath from her halted me.

“Is it ok?” I asked.

“Yes, keep going.”

A bit more. Inch by inch. Slowly but surely. Soon I was completely inside her. She pulled off me then pushed back. Her hand was running across her clit as I did. Little by little the rhythm go faster. Harder and faster.

She felt so tight. This was a new experience for me too. I could hear her climaxing again. Whether that was due to the anal or her rubbing, I didn’t care. The closer she got, the more turned on I got.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Oh fuck.”

Our climaxes were synchronised as I came inside her. It felt so different to any other time.

We lay there, as close as we could get to each other, for about 10 minutes. The afterglow.

She left in early evening in the same clothes she had entered the pub on Friday. She hadn’t worn them for over 36 hours.

I continued seeing Elaine for almost 6 months. It wasn’t the last time we had anal sex. She wanted it so often. I still her from time to time. She’s married and I really like her husband, he’s a genuine man. I’m not sure he knows about us. I don’t suppose he has to.

Elaine and I do though. Good times.

Part 5. Amanda

I consider myself to be a loyal person, which has come back to haunt me at times. My disloyalty on this occasion shames me.

Ollie had been a good friend for about 3 years. We met in a pub and instantly hit it off. Our humour was very similar and that is obviously important when mixing with people. Nights out ‘on the pull’ were frequent. Mid 20’s, single, why wouldn’t we?

One night about 6 months ago he had met Amanda. Petite, blonde and a lovely little figure. If the word cute was going to used accurately, she wore it well. Naturally Ollie was teased a lot about how he was punching above his wait, it’s just what mates do.

One evening I was meeting him in the local pub. He had been there for a few hours having had the afternoon off. Some of us had to work. I got there around 7pm and it was clear he’d had more than a couple. 20 minutes later Amanda entered, looking as stunning as ever. She may only had jeans and a t-shirt on, but she looked gorgeous. Ollie gave her a hug and the huge smile he developed, whenever they were together, came across his face.

It only took a couple of hours before Ollie decided a seat and a table was the best place for him. An hour after that, about 10pm, he was ready to go home. Amanda and I supported him as he staggered the half a mile to his place.

Once in, all he wanted was his bed. I wasn’t going to undress him so just plonked him in his bed. Out like a light. I wasn’t going back to the pub and it was too early to go home. I popped to the off-licence for a couple of bottles of wine.

Amanda and I started chatting about life. Work, friends, experiences. Little anecdotes that has us laughing. The alcohol obviously helped. Switzerland came up and I told her about Mel. More wine and more questions. More intrusive questions. Sex lives. Partners. My dominant personality. She seemed quite excited.

Then without knowing why, I kissed her. Not a peck, a full on, open mouthed kiss. She didn’t pull back. I kept on and she responded. We shouldn’t have been doing this. We didn’t stop. It got more intense. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. Why? My mate was upstairs and I was in his front room passionately kissing his girlfriend.

This wasn’t going to end here. We both knew that. Inhibitions were gone.

It was clear we were both turned on. The clench was getting tighter. The kissing was more vigorous. This was only going one way. My friend, her boyfriend was upstairs crashed out on his bed.

I stopped. Pulled back and looked at her from about 6 inches.

Then, “Shit!”.

“I know” she responded.

It was clear now. This felt like the point of no return.

I went straight to her neck. Nuzzle in as I kissed her. One arm on the side of her head, the other one towards her lower back. The little gap between the t-shirt and the jeans. Running my hand across her. She started to undo my shirt.

Now!

I grabbed upwards. Over her head. The t-shirt was off. A blue bra. Onto her back. One hand supporting. The other to her jeans. Button undone. Zip down. Good hold on the waistband. Pull. They were off. Matching panties.

Clothed to underwear. 10 secs. Me. Still fully clothed.

I kissed her and a hand went towards her inner thighs. One finger touching the material. Slipped it to the side and felt her for the first time. Warm. Damp.

The talk about Switzerland. It was foreplay. It wasn’t intended nor implied. This wasn’t supposed to be.

I gently pushed against her. The flesh parted so softly. Always just gripping my finger. We looked at each other. It had slowed dramatically. For that moment.

“Turn over.” I didn’t want fumbling.

She turned, obediently. No questions.

Forefinger and thumb pinch the clasp of her bra and squeeze. Undone. Left arm then right arm. Off. I swivelled her around, knees were on the floor. Her hands pushed against back of the sofa. Her very pert backside forced into my groin. Now she knew.

I unzipped my trousers. Through my boxer shirt opening. The jeans loosened. I don’t think I had ever been this hard. Her panties moved. In so easily. Quite firmly.

At every point I had taken the lead. She had followed willingly. Her back arched and she made a fairly audible yelp. I reached forward grabbed her mouth. A gasp from her. I whispered. “Sssh!” Sharply.

Her eyes widened. I pushed into her as deeply as I could. Another noise. I gripped her harder. Thrusting into her. Rythmicly.

I was enjoying this. The speed. How precise it had all been. It wasn’t long before her movements became less controlled. I forced into her. Quicker.

It wasn’t long before her body stiffened. I pulled slightly harder on her mouth. There was a barely audible sound being stifled.

When that had subsided slightly, I sat on the sofa. No words needed. She opened her mouth and reached for me. No teasing. I was already close. This was new, having this control in such a short time. It showed. As I neared climax. I pushed on her head. She swallowed more of me.

Her mouth spilled.

As abruptly as it began, it finished.

I tucked myself in and did up my zip. I was decent before she had even layed eyes on her panties.

We were never discovered and this is the first time I have ever told this tale. We knew what had happened but never talked about. Her and Ollie were together for almost another year before he cheated on her and she found out. I saw her around a few times after that but haven’t kept in touch.

I have never had sex with a friends girlfriend again. I learned my lesson.