The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Friends and Benefits, Chapter Sixteen

“I have to go, Joe,” Sherri said.

“Already?”

“I have some things I have to get done this afternoon before work tonight.”

I frowned. “I’m taking too long to tell this, aren’t I?”

“No,” Sherri said. “At least I don’t think so. Some of the details might be important later. It’s hard to know ahead of time.”

I nodded.

“Besides,” she said, “the telling is as important as me hearing.”

“Huh?”

“Have you ever had a nightmare that woke you up?” Sherri asked. “Maybe as a kid?”

I nodded again, remembering one about men in black hats and masks.

“It wasn’t as scary after you told someone, right?”

“No . . . no it wasn’t.” Mom had held me and I’d slept soundly when she returned me to bed after my tale.

“So who else could you tell your story to?”

I froze, just for a moment, thinking. “A shrink maybe. But not any of my family or friends. Allen, maybe, if he wasn’t in the story. But that’s about it.”

Sherri nodded. “So take as long as you like. As long as I can get the other things I need to do in my life done, I don’t mind.”

I frowned, thinking about how much of her time I’d taken up. For free, no less. But I didn’t want to stop. Talking to Sherri was definitely better than trying to drown my sorrows in alcohol.

“I’m glad you don’t mind,” I said. “I think, if I didn’t have you to talk to, I’d just be getting drunk night after night.”

Sherri smiled. “Good.”

“So,” I said, “I want to continue. And soon.”

Sherri gave a non-committal nod.

“How about tomorrow?” I said. “In fact . . . how about I make that a request instead of a question?”

Sherri raised an eyebrow.

“I want you to come back tomorrow morning,” I said emphatically. I looked as firm as I could muster.

Sherri laughed.

“Well, that’s nice and direct,” she said, smirking. “Like we want you to practice. So, sure. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Late morning?”

“That would work,” she said. “About eleven. But you don’t need to go to all the trouble with breakfast.” She gestured toward the kitchen where the dishes were still piled near the sink.

“I’ll fix something.”

Sherri smiled and nodded. She stood and gathered her things. At the door, she gave me a hug, and then a deep kiss, surprising me as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. She pulled back, slyly grinning.

“I’m coming back because you were assertive when you asked,” she said.

“I thought so.”

Sherri rolled her eyes and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing down the stairs.

That afternoon I ran errands and did my chores around the house, but my mind wasn’t on them. Instead, I kept reviewing what I’d already told Sherri—poking for gaps or things I’d overlooked. The only ones I found were pretty minor.

I also contemplated the story yet to come. Sherri was definitely right about one thing—talking made it less scary. I still wasn’t looking forward to re-living some events, but it wouldn’t be as bad as I’d first feared.

I decided to treat myself to something more meaningful than frozen pizza for dinner. I cracked open a bottle of Chianti while the scampi sizzled and the vegetables steamed. I paused, gazing at the ruby liquid in my glass. I hadn’t opened a bottle by myself since the night I’d called Sherri.

How much of my ‘courage’ in the past had been alcohol-fueled?

It couldn’t be that hard.

Of course, my gut started churning immediately and my pulse raced. Fear and doubt were powerful habits. At least powerful for me.

I sighed and finished cooking dinner. The TV provided unsatisfactory companionship while I ate, but it kept the room from being too quiet. After way too much channel switching, I finally gave up and clicked it off.

With the TV off, the apartment was too quiet. Just the hum of the refrigerator and hints of wind from outside. I poured myself another glass of wine and then stared at the bottle. It was almost empty.

Damn.

I decided that going to bed early would be a good idea. To my surprise, I fell asleep quickly and slept soundly.

By the time Sherri arrived the next morning, I’d prepared a simpler brunch. Just eggs, bacon, and juice. And homemade biscuits. And coffee.

“You’re treating me again,” Sherri said with a grin as she slid into the seat across from me. “And making me glad that Tina taught you to cook.”

I shrugged. “You’re spending time with me for free. It’s the least I could do.”

“Thanks.” Sherri’s smile was genuinely warm as she buttered her biscuit. Her eyes widened when she took a bite.

“These are really good!”

“You’re welcome,” I said.

Sherri couldn’t reply with her mouth full, but her eyes were alight with mischief. As if she had some quip buzzing in the front of her brain.

“There’s one other thing,” I said, pre-empting whatever subject Sherri was going to launch into. “You . . . uh . . . said that it was okay to ask for sex if there was already a sexual relationship and if I was tactful about it.”

Sherri nodded and swallowed. She began dabbing the corners of her mouth with her napkin.

“So . . . I was wondering, since this is breakfast . . . if you’d be interested in a B&B. Well, really a B&C, or whatever the equivalent is. Me going down on you.”

Sherri’s eyes shot up in surprise.

“I thought you were going to ask for a blowjob,” she said.

“Well, I don’t want to be too selfish,” I said with a bashful shrug.

Sherri grinned. “Good.” She paused and leaned back, looking at me thoughtfully for a moment.

“Well, I think a goddess worship ceremony might be worth doing,” she said.

“What? Goddess worship?”

“It’s from Tantra. Or at least Americanized Tantra.”

“Huh?”

Sherri sat forward and placed her arms on the table. “You’ve heard of Tantra, right?”

I shrugged non-committally.

“Well, as originally developed in the East, Tantra was a path to enlightenment through the body and breathing. It covered everything from sitting to walking to sex. Americans grabbed onto the sex part and have pretty much ignored the rest.”

“Okay,” I said. “That doesn’t surprise me. So what’s goddess worship?”

“It’s a ceremony dedicated to pleasing the woman,” she said. “Celebrating the Goddess within her.”

“Okay . . .”

Sherri noticed the skepticism in my face and smiled warmly. “Don’t worry about it, Joe. Regular sex is fine.”

I let out a deep breath. “Good. I’m not sure I’m ready for some Eastern religion mumbo jumbo.”

Sherri didn’t get offended, but merely shook her head slightly, a wry smile forming on her lips.

“That’s okay,” she said. “There are some aspects that you might enjoy that don’t require you to accept the ‘mumbo jumbo.’”

“Anyway,” she said, “that’s for after breakfast. I’m not about to be distracted from this food because you’re under the table.”

I chuckled. “I think that’s the first time a woman has turned down sex for my cooking.”

“Tina taught you well.”

I laughed again. “She did. And I suppose if we’re going to eat first, I should continue with my story . . .”

* * *

Sharon’s mother knew Tina and I’d had sex. I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind. I was sure Mr. Delgado would call her back. He’d checked on Tina, hadn’t he? And she’d tell him.

And he’d kill me.

Somehow I babbled through a few more minutes on the phone with Sharon. I didn’t really hear what she said. We eventually hung up and I just sat on the floor, slumped against the wall.

I was still slumped there, my mind locked in the hamster wheel of ‘Sharon’s mother knew—he’d kill me,’ when Tina arrived. Stirred by her knocking, I answered the door.

“What’s wrong?” she asked immediately upon seeing my face.

“Condoms in the trash.”

“What?”

“I put the condoms, no, the condom, in the trash.”

“Again, what?”

I let out a long sigh. “Sharon called. When you and I were at her parents’, I threw the condom in the trashcan in the bedroom. Her mom found it.”

“Oh.” Tina’s eyes fell and she bit her lip.

“Did your dad say anything?”

Tina shook her head. “We only talked for a little while this morning. He was happy I was home safe. Then I went to work.”

I let out a relieved sigh. “Then your father might not kill me.”

“Kill you? What about me?”

“You’re his favorite eldest daughter,” I said, with a wry smile. “I’m the older guy who’s corrupted you. No, I think he kills me.”

Tina didn’t smile at my lame joke.

“I’m just relieved,” I said. “I was panicking there for a moment.”

“Yeah.” She still wasn’t smiling.

“Let’s get started on dinner,” I said, moving toward the kitchen area. Tina followed. We were soon chopping and sautéing and setting the table for our meal.

During dinner, I could tell that something was still bugging Tina. I asked her about her day and got only brief, curt answers. I tried making a joke, but it fell flat. Finally, I took a deep breath.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Something’s bugging you. Is it your father?”

“It’s not my dad,” Tina snapped. “It’s you. How you reacted.”

“What?” My heart started racing.

“You were all worried about what my father would do to you. You didn’t even think about what he’d do to me!”

I felt the blood drain from my face.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. I’m sorry.”

Tina leaned back and looked at me.

“Okay,” she said.

“You’re right. It’d be worse for you,” I continued. “I should have really thought about that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Joe,” Tina said with a sigh.

“Anything I can do to make it up to you?” I asked.

Tina shook her head. Then she paused. “Actually, I’d like to go to a movie.”

“One movie, coming up.”

We cleared the dishes and I found an old newspaper. The listings weren’t too out of date and we soon headed out to the theater. When we returned, I put my arm around Tina.

“Want to spend the night?” I asked.

“Well . . . I think I want to sleep in my own bed.”

“Oh. ‘Cause I thought we might . . .”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Okay,” I said. “Do you want a ride home?”

Tina nodded. At her dorm, we exchanged a brief but definitely romantic kiss. I drove home frustrated.

I went to campus the following day, but my mind really wasn’t on my work. I wanted to make things better with Tina, but I didn’t think apologizing any more would be a good idea. Besides, I was sure I was right. Her dad would kill me, not her.

That didn’t change the fact that I needed to make things better. Instead of concentrating on my programming, I just stared at the computer screen, trying to come up with ideas. I could always bring her flowers at work, I realized. It had worked once. Maybe it would make things better again.

Tina smiled when I entered the door of the poster shop, a dozen roses in my hand. She said something to her manager, who nodded. Then Tina came around the counter and gave me a hug and kissed me hello.

“What a surprise,” she said, taking the roses.

“I wanted you to know that I do think of you.”

Tina smiled, her gaze lingering on the flowers before returning to me.

“My dad did call today,” she said. “He’s coming down next weekend and wants to talk to me. The way he said it, though . . .”

I shuddered, and then tried to control my body’s reaction.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

Tina let out a small resigned sigh. “No. He didn’t mention you and I think I want to face him alone. Thanks for offering, though.”

I didn’t know what to say and struggled silently for words.

Tina bailed me out. “My boss says I can leave a little early. What do you want to do tonight?”

“I thought I’d take you out for dinner. Maybe Chinese? Then back to my place for dessert.” I leaned in close so her boss couldn’t hear. “I want to eat a lot of dessert.” I wiggled my eyebrows for emphasis.

Tina smiled. “We’ll see.”

The Chinese restaurant I’d picked nearly at random was mediocre, but it didn’t matter. Tina laughed at a lame joke I made about “pu pu” platters and before the meal was over, we were holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I’m ready for my dessert,” I said once we’d returned to my apartment.

“What did you have in mind?” Tina said with a leer.

“Oh, I thought I’d kiss, lick, and suck until you can’t stand it anymore.” I pulled her into my arms and ran my hands down to her ass.

“What if I don’t let you?” Tina teased.

“Well, maybe I’ll have to tie you up.” I raised my eyebrows questioning.

Tina started to laugh, but bit her lip before she made much noise. I tilted my head, silently questioning. She nodded.

“Then get on the bed. Naked of course.”

Tina did laugh this time, but she also pulled away and headed for the bedroom.

I went to my closet, looking for something I could use as rope. My robe sash and an old tie became makeshift cords. When I turned, Tina was stretched out on the bed, watching me.

“Hands above your head.”

Tina lazily raised her wrists.

It took forever to get her arms tied. First I had to wrap the fabric around her wrists, not too tight because I didn’t want to cut off circulation, but not too loose so it would slip off. The tie and sash were too wide to tie good knots with, but I managed. The tie would probably never recover, though. Then I had to secure the other end to the bed. Since I didn’t have a headboard, there weren’t any obvious anchors. I settled for using the bed leg for the sash and just shoved the other end of the tie between the mattresses. Hopefully our weight would keep it tight. When I was done, I knelt at the foot of the bed and looked into Tina’s expectant eyes.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked.

“I said I want to explore.”

“Okay.”

I lowered my head and kissed the inside of her thighs. As she squirmed and let out a low moan, I slowly worked my way in. I took my time, licking and sucking. I wanted to tease her as long as possible before she came.

I didn’t get to tease very long. Tina shuddered and arched her back, tugging against her bonds. I held her hips so she couldn’t squirm away from me. She announced her orgasm with a shriek.

As she tried to catch her breath, I backed off a little. But I realized she was still wet and very aroused. I wondered how quickly I could get her to come again. Before she’d fully recovered, I started licking again.

Tina moaned and started shaking. I slid one finger inside her as I sucked her clit. With another shriek, she came again.

Again, I didn’t let her fully catch her breath. I brought her to a third orgasm. Then, as quickly as I could, her fourth.

“Stop! Stop, stop, stop!” she cried.

I looked up at Tina, her face and chest covered in sweat. “You want me to stop?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I can’t take it! No more!”

Her expression was more pained than full of pleasure. I sat back, and then moved around and untied her. She burrowed into my arms as soon as she was free.

“I didn’t know you were capable of that,” I said.

Still breathing hard, Tina took a while to respond. “Neither was I.”

“I’m not sure if that was four separate orgasms or just one big one.”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

I continued to hold Tina until her breathing had returned to normal. Then I slipped out of bed and fetched her some water. She drank greedily. The she burrowed back into my arms.

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. I think the afterglow’s finally kicking in.”

“Only now?” I asked, surprised.

Tina nodded. “Now.” A peaceful grin spread across her face.

It made sense, I realized. The adrenaline was finally draining out of her system, allowing her to feel the other endorphins.

“Well, why don’t you take a quick nap, and then I’ll drive you home?”

“Okay.” She snuggled in further, and I realized that I was the pillow for the nap. It wasn’t long before she was asleep, her head on my chest.

* * *

“Did you like tying her up?” Sherri asked.

I shrugged. “At the time, it was kind of fun. But later . . . later I started to think about all the things that I could have screwed up. I mean, when I untied her, I had trouble with a couple of the knots. I also wasn’t sure that I’d done the right thing by not letting her catch her breath.”

“That’s just training.”

I shrugged again. “I’m not sure I’d like tying someone up even then.”

Sherri didn’t say anything immediately. She just studied me for a moment.

“Did you ever tie Tina up again?” she finally asked.

“No.”

“Mm.”

I waited for Sherri to continue, but she didn’t go on.

“Well,” I said, “Tina didn’t bring it up again, either. When she woke up, it was late, so I just drove her home. We didn’t get together on Friday, because she wanted to finish her homework before her father came down.”

“So when did you see her next?” Sherri asked.

“Sunday. After her father left. I got nervous, wondering how it’d gone. I finally called her . . .”

* * *

I’d expected Tina to call me after her father left. When the hours dragged by, I realized we’d never actually agreed that she’d be the one to call. So just after dinnertime, I decided to make the call.

“Hey,” I said once Tina answered the phone. “How about going for ice cream? You can tell me how your father’s visit went.”

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you downstairs, in what, half an hour?”

That sounded fine to me and so thirty minutes later, I was waiting for Tina in the lobby of her dorm. We hugged hello and then started walking over to the Student Union.

“So how did it go?” I asked, once we were away from other people.

Tina stopped walking. She frowned but then shrugged. “Okay, I guess. Dad did talk to Sharon’s mom. He asked if there’d been any problems and she told him to talk to me.”

“Oh.”

“I told him that there hadn’t been any problems. I was an adult now, and I could take care of myself.”

I nodded. “How did that go over?”

Tina’s frown deepened. “He said I was still his daughter. It didn’t matter how old I was, I was still his daughter.”

“Well . . . yeah.” It was true, but I didn’t quite get the implications.

“He also said to let him know if you ever hurt me.” Tina’s frown turned into an apologetic smile. “I said I couldn’t imagine you hurting me.”

“Thanks,” I said. My guts started to churn. I was right—her father would kill me if he knew. But we’d dodged a bullet because Sharon’s mom hadn’t told him exactly what she’d found.

But we’d only dodged it this time, I realized. Mr. Delgado had made it clear that next time I might not be so lucky.

I was still relieved, though. I let out a deep sigh and pulled Tina into my arms. She returned the hug and we stood there, holding each other, for some time.

“Oh, one other thing,” Tina said, pulling away. “Today Marcy asked me to room with her next year. I said yes.”

“That’s great!”

Tina nodded. “I’m still getting to know her, but I think we’ll get along. We’re requesting a room in Hopi Hall.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it.”

“So am I.”

“Well that just gives us a reason to celebrate. Justifies the ice cream.”

“Except we should have invited her,” Tina said.

“Yeah, I’d like to meet her.”

“I’m sure the feeling’s mutual.”

“Next time.”

Tina smiled and took my hand. We finished our walk, and I chose strawberry ice cream while she had chocolate mint. We talked a little, mostly about Marcy, before walking back to Tina’s dorm. I kissed her goodnight and went home to fall into a relieved slumber.

We never did arrange a time for me to meet Marcy. Instead, we settled back into our regular routine for the next several weeks. Tina came over Tuesdays for a cooking lesson, usually followed by sex before I drove her home. Friday was movie night, either out or on the VCR. The air mattress came down after the movie and we fixed breakfast together in the morning. Between get-togethers, I studied and worked on my thesis.

Sharon and I still talked every Wednesday. Once or twice, Tina came over on Wednesday instead of Tuesday and then Sharon talked to her while I cooked. I couldn’t hear Sharon’s jokes from the other end of the line, but I enjoyed listening to Tina laugh.

Tina wasn’t laughing one Friday toward the end of the semester. Her face was drawn and serious when I opened the door.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“My dad’s making me come home for the summer,” she said. “I tried to argue that I needed to work, but he didn’t want to listen.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

“So you’ll have to pack up right after finals.”

Tina nodded, still looking glum.

I wanted to cheer her up and mentally cast around for ideas. “Well, if we’re not going to see each other over the summer, we should do something special our last night together,” I said.

“That’d be nice.”

“Maybe we should go out fancy.”

“I’d like that.” She smiled for the first time since she’d arrived.

“Okay. I’ll find something and we can come back here after. Maybe in the morning, I can cook you brunch.”

“Sounds good.”

Tina didn’t say anything more. We cuddled during the movie, an old Katherine Hepburn film, and she snuggled in tighter than I’d expected. Afterward, we made love tenderly, with more connection than heated passion. After I’d disposed of the condom, I snuggled in behind her, holding her and feeling her breathe. Eventually, so tightly spooned, we fell asleep.

Finals flew by, between studying and trying to sneak in as much time with Tina before she headed back to Tempe. She did the bulk of her studying on my kitchen table and I made my first forays into solo cooking. Apparently I did just fine, because Tina never turned my meals down, and even complimented me a couple of times.

I asked around the department for dinner suggestions. Unfortunately, few of the ideas fit my price range. I eventually chose a dining room in a golf resort north of town.

Like Valentine’s Day, I took the time to make sure my suit was cleaned and pressed and the car was spotless. I picked up a dozen roses on the way to Tina’s dorm.

She smiled when she saw them. She looked beautiful, dressed in a nice skirt and blouse like she’d worn back in February. Wearing stockings too. I started to get hard, thinking of what else was, or was not, under her skirt.

During dinner, we mostly talked about the coming summer. I planned to bury myself in my research, hoping that I’d be nearly done by the fall. The fact that the air conditioning in my office was better than my apartment’s also factored into that decision.

Tina wasn’t sure what she’d do. She’d worked fast food before, and could again, but didn’t really want to. She talked about poster shops near her parents’ house, thinking that maybe she could get a job at one of them.

“I just don’t want to be home all day,” she said. “I think I’d go crazy if I had to be cooped up with my family all summer.”

“Well, if it really gets bad, you can always come visit.”

Tina smiled. “I’d like that. We’ll have to see, though. It’ll depend on a lot of things.”

“I can imagine.”

“So I’m not counting on it.”

“So what are you counting on?” I asked. “To happen this summer?”

Tina talked about swimming and family gatherings and the Fourth of July. The conversation meandered to holidays and other traditions. The check arrived while we were discussing Halloween.

“So, are you ready to head back?” I asked.

Tina frowned and shook her head. “Not yet,” she said.

I mulled over what to do. “Hmm, how about a walk across campus, like we did on our first date?”

Tina brightened. “That would be nice.”

I parked in the visitor’s lot near the Optical Sciences Center and we wandered west, past the student center and toward Old Main. We held hands and didn’t talk much.

Tina seemed lost in her own thoughts. She smiled at me, but didn’t speak.

My own thoughts ran ahead to the summer apart. Another three months alone and celibate. I could handle it, but I wouldn’t like it.

When we reached the edge of campus, we turned and circled back. I took advantage of the change in direction to put my arm around Tina. She snuggled in for a few steps, but the height difference made it difficult to walk at the same pace. After a dozen steps, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before pulling back.

Tina smiled at me, amusement in her eyes. “What was that for?”

“Because I wanted to,” I said. “Besides, you’ve been so quiet.”

“I’ve been thinking about the summer,” she said. “I’m going to miss you.”

I nodded. “But it’ll fly by. Before you know it, you’ll be back on campus.”

Tina nodded.

“Besides,” I said, “we’ve still got a few hours before you have to leave. Let’s make it memorable—something to think back on during the summer.”

Tina grinned and started to roll her eyes, but stopped.

“Actually, I’d like that,” she said.

“So . . . anything you’d like,” I said. “Just name it.”

“Hmmm.” Tina didn’t say anything further.

We continued walking, holding hands again, until we came to the library. As we passed through the shadows and behind the pillars, I had an idea. I pulled Tina into a darkened nook near the side patio. Before she could resist or object, my arms were around her and I kissed her. Tina responded slowly, but then kissed back hard, meeting my tongue with hers. Moments later, she pulled back, gasping for breath.

“Wow! What was that for?”

“I thought you might like it,” I said. “That’s all.” I placed my hand behind her head and guided her lips to mine again. We kissed for several minutes until we heard approaching footsteps on the walk. We broke apart, smiling at each other.

“Let’s go to the Steps,” Tina said, her voice breathy and her eyes wide.

We hurried the remaining distance across campus to the Chi O steps, where we’d exchanged our first kiss. As we approached, I glanced around—there was no one in sight. Tina tugged me into the shadows where I sank down, sitting with my back against the wall. Tina straddled my lap and our mouths immediately met again.

Tina squirmed as I trailed kisses from her mouth to behind her ear. I ran my hands over her back as I feathered her cheeks with kisses before returning to her lips. Our tongues met again, both of us breathing heavily.

Tina pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

“I want you.”

“We can go back.”

“No. Now.”

I looked past Tina. I couldn’t see anyone across the expanse of grass or on the distant sidewalks.

Tina swiveled her head to follow my gaze. Then she pushed herself to her feet. Grinning at me, she reached up under her skirt and slid her panties down. She gingerly stepped out of them and then scooped them up.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, pointing at my still clothed crotch.

“I don’t have any condoms,” I said.

“You willing to trust the Pill?” Tina emphasized her question by gently stroking the bulge in my pants with one hand.

“If you are.”

Tina nodded, so I began fumbling with my belt. I quickly checked to confirm that no one had come wandering by in the few seconds since my last check before sliding my pants and underwear to my knees. The brick was hard and rough against my ass but I didn’t have much time to worry about it because Tina was already straddling me. We had to do a little bit of shifting around to get the angles right.

Then Tina slowly sank down on my cock. She didn’t stop until I was as deep inside as I could go. She shuddered and let out a low moan. I held her hips as she slowly began raising and lowering herself on my shaft. She grinned with half-lidded eyes.

“Someone could see us,” I whispered. “See you all hot and sexy as you straddle me.”

Tina’s grin grew wider. “Mmm, hmmm.”

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” I said. “Feeling my cock inside of you, out here exposed.”

Tina started to moan quietly. She nodded in answer to my question before pulling me forward and kissing me.

After several heated kisses, I started trailing my lips down her neck. Tina squirmed and shuddered. She didn’t stop raising and lowering herself as she did.

“You are so hot,” I whispered between kisses. “And wet. You feel incredible.”

Tina was panting too hard to reply.

“It’s the risk, isn’t it?” I purred. “A little thrilling to know someone could come by.”

Tina nodded, shuddered, and began to tremble. I glance past her shoulder and didn’t see anyone.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” I said, “I get a thrill out of watching you come.”

Tina moaned. “I . . . like you . . . watching.” Her breath was ragged, and I knew she was on the edge.

“Wouldn’t you like someone else to watch? Maybe Sharon? Can you imagine Sharon watching us?”

Tina moaned and stiffened. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and she buried her head in my shoulder. She shook a few more times and then went still.

“Enjoy that?” I asked, rubbing her back.

Tina chuckled. “What do you think?”

“I think you liked it a lot,” I said with a salacious grin.

Tina leaned back so she could look at me. “Your turn now.”

I nodded and put my hands on Tina’s hips. She started raising and lowering herself again. I thrust into her with the same rhythm. After three or four strokes, the bolts of pleasure started and I came, shooting deep into Tina’s pussy.

Tina chuckled while I recovered my breath. “I think you liked it a lot too.”

I nodded, grinning.

We heard distant voices and turned to look. Two girls walked by on the far side of the grass, laughing and talking excitedly to each other. Tina slowly eased off of my lap and stood up. I tucked my cock back into my pants and quickly redid my fly.

“Continue this back at my place?” I asked.

Tina leered. “With pleasure.”

Holding hands, we emerged from the shadows and began the walk back home.

--Fin--

© 2006, all rights reserved.

Read the next chapter in this story: Chapter Seventeen

Copyright Notice