Sexual Calendar
Chapter 3: St. Patrick's Day
	by Kelly Adams (kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com)

St. Patrick's Day part 1

It's one o'clock in the afternoon and I'm at work when you call from
the airport. You've managed to catch out an earlier flight that you
had planned. Unfortunately, I've just gotten back from lunch so I
can't come to the airport to meet you. "I'm sorry baby," I say, "but
I wasn't planning on your coming in this early and I've got a ton of
stuff to get done."

You're obviously disappointed, but you understand. "That's alright,"
you tell me. "Just hearing your sweet voice will tide me over, at
least for a couple of hours."

"Don't worry," I say seductively. "You'll get more than just my
voice before the day is done!"

"Better not get started," you warn me. "I'm in a public place right
now and it won't help my getting a cab if I'm showing off my
excitement."

"Okay, guess the fun will have to wait a bit. Why don't you make
your way over to the Hyatt and get our room for us. There's an Irish
pub just a couple of block south from there, O'Toole's I think the
name is. I'll meet you there as close to 4:30 as I can."

"An Irish pub huh? Sounds perfect for St. Paddy's day. Might be a
little crowded though, don't you think?"

"Don't worry hun, we'll be long gone before things get too rowdy; we
have our own celebration to attend to tonight!"

"I can't wait. See you soon, love!"

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After grabbing your luggage, you head outside the airport to hail a
taxi. Alas, it's raining out and cabs are hard to come by. Worse,
you don't have an umbrella, and the rain is cold. Luckily, a woman
who is also waiting for a cab lets you stand under her large
umbrella with her.

"Where are you headed?" she asks.

"The Hyatt," you reply.

"Me too. Want to share a ride?" she offers.

"Sure," you agree as a taxi pulls up to the curb.

After getting in and telling the driver where you want to go, you
finally get a good look at your new traveling companion. She is
quite attractive, probably in her early thirties with short blonde
hair. Most of her body is covered by her coat, but you get a good
view of her lower legs covered by shear nylons.

"I'm Laura," she says, offering her hand.

"David," you reply as you shake, holding her hand for just a moment
longer than normal decorum would call for.

She smiles as she gently pulls her hand away. "So, Dave, are you in
town on business or pleasure?"

"Oh, pleasure, most definitely," you say with a grin. "Yourself?"

"I'm here to attend a conference, one at the hotel, so primarily for
business. But I'm hoping to be able to mix in a little pleasure as
well."

You continue with the small talk/flirting for the rest of the ride.
"I suppose that you have dinner plans?" she asks as the two of you
head into the hotel lobby.

"Oh yes," you reply.

"Well, I hope she knows that she's a lucky lady," Laura says, then
turns her attention to the clerk at the desk to check in.

A few minutes later, as you are proceeding with your own check in,
you glance over at the elevator in time to see Laura give you a
little wave before stepping in. Only the thought of complete public
embarrassment keeps you from sporting an erection right there in the
hotel lobby. By the time you get your room key, Laura is nowhere to
be found, leaving your sphere just as quickly as she had entered it.
Alone, and with some time to kill, you head up to the room to
freshen up before our meeting.

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After a shower and a shave, and some tv watching to kill the time,
you head off for the tavern. It's a fairly nondescript place from
the outside, with just a simple neon sign in the window and a sign
with operating hours on the door to distinguish it from the many
other storefronts along the street. But once inside you immediately
pick up on the atmosphere. It isn't crowded yet, but you can tell
that this is the kind of place that serves as a refuge for regulars
yet still is welcoming to newcomers.

I still have yet to arrive, so one of the waitresses shows you to a
table to wait for me. The waitress, Kate according to her name tag,
is rather cute, with a petite body and a full head of long curly red
hair, just the type of Irish lass one would expect to find serving
drinks in an Irish pub. The table is a small circular deal, raised
high off the ground with high stools, the kind where you sit so high
that your feet cannot touch the ground. Kate takes your order for a
beer and then leaves you to wait for me alone.

You are about halfway through your beer when I finally show, only a
few minutes late. Seeing you sitting alone across the bar, I quickly
make my way over to you. You get down off the chair to greet me,
giving me a big hug and a short yet sweet kiss. "You look great,"
you tell me as we break our embrace and climb up into the chairs.

"I've been at work all day and I look like shit," I rebuff with a
smile. "But that's nice of you to say regardless."

Kate comes over to take my drink order, a glass of red wine, which
earns me a gentle ribbing from you. "You know, there are some fine
Irish brews you could order, seeing as it's St. Patrick's Day and
all."

"I've never really had a taste for beer," I respond. "A smooth wine
is more to my taste."

"I can't believe that it's been a whole month since we've seen each
other," you say.

"I can," I respond. "It seems like it's been forever since our
little escapade in Paris with the lovely Arianna."

"Ah yes," you say, remembering with a smile. "That was quite a hot
couple of days, wasn't it?"

"Most definitely. I wonder what Arianna is up to these days?"

You say nothing, but the silly grin on your face says it all.

"You've seen her again, haven't you?" I ask with amused accusation
and a play slug to your arm. "You dog, you!"

"She had an unexpected layover a couple of weeks ago, so she called
me up and we shared a glorious afternoon fucking ourselves silly,"
you say with some amount of pride.

Just then, our waitress returns with my glass of wine, and you
immediately blush, wondering just how much of that she overheard. I
let you stew for a minute while I take a drink from my glass,
savoring the cool liquid as it flows down my throat. Then I start to
press you for more information. "All right then, Cassanova, I want
details!"

"Well," you begin, "there I was sitting at work, just minding my own
business..."

"Yeah, I just bet," I say.

"Don't interrupt, or I'll stop the story right here," you threaten.
I push my bottom lip out in a pout, but keep silent so that you can
continue.

"Like I was saying," you continue, "I was at the office in the early
afternoon when my beeper went off. It wasn't a number I recognized,
so with a bit of curiosity I called, wondering who would beep me
before first trying my office number.

"I was pleasantly surprised to hear Arianna's voice at the other end
of the line. I recognized her instantly, even with the tinny sound
of a phone connection. She told me that she had unexpectedly ended
up in town for the afternoon, and wondered if I could get away for
the afternoon and join her. Well, needless to say I made up the
quickest excuse that I could to get out of work and drove out to the
address she gave me, surely breaking several traffic laws on the
way!

"The address that Arianna gave me was for an apartment on the other
side of town. She said that it belonged to a friend of hers who let
her use it whenever she was in town. It was in the rather ritzy part
of the city, and I noticed that it was the only apartment on the top
floor of the building. Arianna must certainly have some well-to-do
friends, I thought as I knocked on the door.

"Arianna answered the door wearing absolutely nothing. I instantly
remembered how stunningly beautiful she is; few forty-year-old women
take such good care of their bodies. She quickly pulled me inside
and closed the door, planting a deep kiss on me before I could even
say hello! Her lips tasted just as sweet as I had remembered, and
the familiar light fragrence of her perfume was wonderful. When we
broke our embrace, the only thing I could think to say to her was,
'You're naked!'

"'Yes, I realize that,' she replied matter-of-factly as she began to
undo the belt around my trousers. 'We only have about three hours
before I have to get back to the airport, and I didn't want to waste
any more time than we had to. Besides, I didn't want to get my
uniform rustled; I have to wear it back again, you know!'

"'And I was so looking forward to stripping you out of it,' I told
her.

"'Maybe next time, lover,' she said as she knelt in front of me,
pulling down my pants and taking out my cock to suck on it. Her
mouth felt so good, sucking on my cockhead while her hands played
with the base of my cock and my balls. It's too bad that you'll
never know the pleasure of Arianna's wonderful cocksucking."

"True," I admit, "but then you'll never know the joy of her licking
at your pussy and sucking on your clit until you come."

"Touche!" you reply. "I guess we'll both have to live with only
being able to enjoy Arianna with the tools that nature has given us.
You'll just have to take my word on it how good Arianna is at
sucking cock. She's so good, in fact, that I had to warn her about
making me come too soon. 'If you keep this up,' I told her, 'we'll
end up spending the next three hours playing cards instead of
fucking!'

"Arianna took my cock out of her mouth and stood up to face me,
giving me another deep kiss. 'Well then, lover,' she said, 'perhaps
you'd like to spend some time licking me instead?' As if she had to
ask!

"The apartment turned out to be a rather large loft with no separate
rooms. Arianna went over to a bed against the far wall, laying on
her back and spreading her legs open invitingly. I kicked off my
shoes and stepped out of my pants, shedding my shirt as well as I
went over to join her. She cooed with pleasure as my tongue first
touched her recently shaved pussy. I licked at her until her juices
were flowing and she was practically begging me to put my cock up
inside her."

"Begging you?" I ask suspiciously.

"That's right," you confirm. "'Please, David, please!' she said. 'I
can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me!' And never let it be
said that I've denied a lady in distress! I lifted her legs under
her knees and pushed them back to the bed, then placed my cock at
her entrance and pushed into her warm pussy. We both grunted with
pleasure as I thrust hard into her until finally she came, her pussy
clamping down hard around my cock.

"'Do you want to take a little breather?' I asked as I pulled out of
her and laid down on the bed next to her.

"'Not a chance!' she said, getting up to straddle me. Arianna
lowered herself down on my cock, impaling herself fully on my
manhood. She made small, simple movements, rocking back and forth
and moving slightly up and down, keeping most of my shaft inside her
at all times. She leaned down over me, placing her hands on the bed
under my armpits so that I could fondle her breasts while she fucked
me. After a while like that we changed positions yet again, fucking
doggy-style on the bed until she came again. Finally, Arianna
returned to sucking my cock until I came, my come filling her mouth
and squirting out around the edges.

"Looking over at the clock, we saw that we had just over an hour
left before Arianna had to be back at the airport. 'I'd better take
a shower before heading back. Care to join me?' Arianna asked.

"'You bet,' I replied. The tub was an old fashioned kind with iron
feet holding it up off the ground and a curtain that completely
encircled it. It was a bit of a tight fit for the two of us to stand
in there together, but we certainly didn't mind! We took a few
moments here and there to rub and play with each other's bodies, but
for the most part we just cleaned each other off.

"After getting out and drying each other off, I got dressed while
she blowed her hair dry. Then I watched with pleasure as she put her
flight attendant's uniform on. With her newly clean body and in her
form fitting uniform, she looked just as lovely as she did when you
and I first met her on that flight to Paris last month.

"I offered to drive Arianna to the airport so she wouldn't have to
wait for the bus. After dropping her off, I went back to the office
to finish the day's work. I ended up having to stay very late to get
caught up, but it was certainly worth the interruption!"

"God, baby, that was really hot," I say as you finish your story,
taking a rather large gulp of my wine. "That Arianna sure knows a
pleasant way to spend an afternoon!"

"The only way it would have been better is if you had been there to
spend it with us," you say.

"You say the nicest things," I respond, leaning in to give you a
kiss. As our lips touch, my hand rests gently on your thigh, rubbing
it slightly. Just a small hint of what is to come later tonight.

"How about we order some food," I say, changing the subject. "I
don't think I'll be able to survive the night on an empty stomach."

"Good idea," you say as you motion for our waitress to bring us a
couple of menus. There's not a terribly large variety of selection
to choose from, so we both end up getting simple burgers and fries.

We continue to talk and eat, and before you know it six o'clock has
rolled around, and the tavern is starting to get crowded. With our
bellies full of food and our heads full of thoughts of the evening's
activities to come, we decide to take our leave and head over to the
hotel. The waitress brings our bill and you give her a couple of
twenties. She gives you a little smile as she heads off to bring
back your change. I can't help but to give you a little more
ribbing. "I think she's taking a bit of a shine to you," I say.

"What? Who?" you ask.

"That cute little waitress of ours," I respond.

"Who, Kate?"

"You know her name?" I ask accusingly.

"It's on her name tag," you defend.

"Yeah, right above her perky breast. And you seem to remember it
quite well. You're getting a thing for her yourself, aren't you?"

"It's not like that," you protest.

"Sure it is. In fact, I bet you'd like to take her back to the hotel
instead of me." I'm only kidding around with you, but with just
enough sincerity that you're not 100% sure that I am. "Can't say as
I blame you. After all, what would be better than having sex with an
incredibly cute Irish girl on St. Patrick's Day?"

"Believe me," you say, taking my hand in yours. "You're the one I
want to fuck tonight." Just as you're saying that, you notice that
Kate has returned with your change. Once again you blush with
embarrassment, this time even redder than before. After Kate has
left, you give me a stern look. "I swear, Kelly, you are going to
pay for that."

"Promises, promises," I respond as we stand up from our chairs.
"Better leave her a good tip!"


to be continued...


St. Patrick's Day part 2

We take our time heading over to the hotel, walking arm in arm
through the streets of the city while there is still daylight left.
We stop off at the garage where my car is parked so that I can grab
by night bag before making our way to the hotel. It has been an
unusually warm day, even with the rain earlier, but now that the sun
has started to go down it is starting to get chilly.

We make it up into the hotel room just as the sun is disappearing.
The room is on the seventeenth floor, so we have a beautiful view of
the final minutes of the sunset. You are standing behind me, holding
me in your arms while silently we enjoy one of nature's most
beautiful sights.

I turn my head over my shoulder and your lips meet mine in a deep
kiss. As we embrace, I turn around to face you, wrapping my arms
around you back as your hands drop down to squeeze my ass through my
skirt. For several minutes our bodies heave together as our tongues
dance, until finally I break the embrace and push you back from me.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"I really should get cleaned up first, before we go any further," I
explain.

"I don't care," you protest.

"Well I do," I counter. "You had a chance to shower this afternoon,
remember? Don't worry, It won't take me too long. Besides, we have
the entire night to be together."

You know when you've lost. Defeated you sit down on the bed. I
decided to give you a little teaser. I unbutton my jacket and pull
it open to reveal my breasts, held in check by a lacy black bra.
After tossing the jacket over on a chair, I reach behind to unclasp
my bra, pulling it forward and off to reveal my naked tits. Then I
unzip my skirt and shimmy it down off my hips and let it drop to the
floor. I kick the skirt over by the chair, then my pumps as well,
before finally peeling off my pantyhose. With a wink, I then turn
and head off into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

"Don't take too long," you warn, "or I'm coming in after you!"
Moments later you hear the water start to run as I begin my shower.
It takes me about ten minutes, during which time you amuse yourself
by watching whatever is on ESPN.

Soon after the water has turned off, there is a knock at the door.
"Did you order room serve, love?" I ask from within the bathroom.

"Uh, no, I don't think so," you say, getting up from your position
on the bed.

"Well be a dear and see who it is, would you?"

Opening the door, you are quite surprised to see Kate, the waitress
from the pub, standing there holding a bottle of champagne.
"Something told me that you might be wanting this for tonight," she
says with a smile as she hands the bottle to you.

"Who's at the door?" I call out from the bathroom.

"Um, it's that waitress from the pub," you explain. "She brought us
a bottle of champagne."

"Oh how nice!" I say. "Be a dear and invite her in."

Kate steps inside and the door closes behind her. She takes her long
black coat off to reveal that she has changed out of her waitress
uniform and into a very sleek emerald green spaghetti-strap cocktail
dress. After you set the champagne bottle down on the dresser you
take Kate's coat and hang it up in the closet.

Things have been happening so quick and unexpected that you haven't
been able to think about how strange this is, but finally your brain
catches up. "Why... um, how did you...?"

As if on cue, the bathroom door opens and I step out, clad only in a
large towel wrapped around my midsection. "I asked her to join us,
silly," I explain.

"Kelly thought that you might enjoy a little Irish company tonight,"
Kate says.

"Actually, when I told her about our holiday plans she insisted on
joining us," I say, stepping over next to Kate.

"When did you arrange this?" you ask.

"A few days ago," I explain. "It didn't quite work out as planned,
since it was supposed to be you in the shower when she arrived, but
then you got in early this afternoon and threw everything off."

"It was really hard, trying to play dumb all that time in the pub
earlier so that you wouldn't catch on," Kate says.

"Well, you sure had me fooled," you say. "And here I thought that
Kelly was getting a bit mad because you were flirting with me."

"You were flirting with me," Kate counters.

"Well, nobody was flirting with me," I say with an insincere pout.

"Aww, poor baby," Kate says, and leans over to give me a kiss.

"Well, whatever the case," you say, "I'm certainly glad for you to
join us!"

"Kelly said that you were handsome," Kate says, "and that you were
good in bed. Since I can see that she was right about the first
part, I assume that she's right about the second as well. And under
no circumstances will I ever pass up a chance to be with Kelly and
her beautiful body." Kate unfastens my towel so that it falls to the
floor, then begins to rub her hand all over my nakedness.

"We're certainly in agreement there," you say.

"Enough talk," Kate says as she pulls me over to the bed. "I'm ready
to fuck!" She gently tosses me down on the bed, then climbs up to
get between my thighs. I spread my legs open and she begins to lick
my pussy. It feels good, her tongue up against my freshly washed
snatch. After a few seconds, Kate lifts her head up and looks
towards you. "Well, are you going to just stand there, or are you
going to come over here and help me?"

"Just a sec," you say, as you try to disrobe as quickly as possible.
In what must be record time you have gotten naked and have climbed
up on the bed next to Kate. There's not quite enough room for two
people down there between my thighs, but somehow you both seem to
manage. You take turns licking different parts of my pussy, inside
and out, and also lightly nibbling on my inner thighs. You suck and
pull at my labia while Kate works on my clit, then the two of you
switch off. Every so often you both take a breather and give each
other a brief kiss before returning to my pussy.

"Oh, this is so great," I say, panting. "I love having two people
lick my pussy." Your fingers are inside me when I come, and you can
feel my muscles clamp down as I shudder and cry out with involuntary
pleasure. "I think... I need... to rest... a minute," I say as you
pull your fingers out and you and Kate sit up.

"That's all right, honey," Kate says. "I'm sure that David and I can
figure out something to do to keep us busy until you're recovered."

"Most definitely," you agree as you move in close to Kate and give
her a deep wet kiss. You pull the straps of her dress off her
shoulders and it falls down off her tits, bunching down at her
waist. Kate's upper chest is dotted with small freckles that pour
over onto her shoulders. Her breasts are handful sized and slightly
conical, topped with lovely erect nipples. You rub one tit with your
hand while your mouth attends to the other. 

Kate puts her head over your shoulder and nibbles gently on your ear
while soft little cries of pleasure escape from her lips. "Lick my
pussy," she whispers into your ear. "Lick my pussy until it's
dripping wet, then fuck me with that nice cock of yours." You break
away from her tits and she leans back on the pillows. She
straightens her legs and lifts up her hips so that you can pull her
dress the rest of the way off, then opens her legs invitingly for
you.

Kate has shaved most of the area around her pussy, leaving just a
tuft of deep red curls in a small triangle immediately above.
Lowering your head, you begin to lick, coaxing her clit to come out
and play while you gently pump your index finger inside of her hole.

Enjoying your work, Kate turns her head to look at me where I am now
laying on my side with my head propped up in my hand, enjoying the
show. "Oh, god, he's really good at that, isn't he?"

"I told you so," I say with a large degree of satisfaction. "Just
wait until he fucks you."

"I don't want to wait any more. I want him to fuck me now." You lift
your head up as she looks back down to address you directly. "Fuck
me now," she says, half ordering and half pleading.

"My pleasure, my lady," you say as you get up into a kneeling
position between Kate's thighs. You put your hands under has ass and
lift her hips up a bit as she reaches down with her hands and guides
your hard cock to her hole. You push inside of her, fighting the
resistance of her incredibly tight pussy as you press fully inside
of her.

"OOohhh! That's so good!" Kate cries out, dropping her arms down to
her side and wrapping her legs around your waist. You are amazed at
the tightness of this young woman as you slowly move you cock in and
out of her. Your hands gently kneed her buttocks as you fuck her
until her body shakes with orgasm. "More," Kate says as her eyes
come back into focus.

"Let's change positions," you suggest as you pull your cock out of
her; you could almost swear that you hear an audible 'pop' as your
cockhead exits her lips.

"How about doggy-style?" Kate asks as she crawls up onto her hands
and knees.

"One of my favorites," you say as you move over behind her. You
place your cockhead at the entrance to Kate's pussy, and immediately
she pushes herself back onto you.

As the two of you thrust together in unison, I decide to get back
into the action. I move over in front of Kate, take her face into my
hands and start to kiss her. Then I guide her mouth down to my chest
so that she can suck on my tits. "Oh yes baby, yes," I encourage
her. "Suck on my tits while David fucks your tight wet pussy!"

You continue to pound away, and Kate is moaning so much that she's
having a hard time concentrating on my breasts. I pull her face away
from my chest, then carefully slide down underneath her on my back.
Kate spreads her legs further apart so that my legs are inside of
hers, but on the outside of your knees. I continue to slide down
until our crotches are even, then begin to kiss Kate's neck and
breasts.

Noticing the opportunity that this new arrangement opens for you,
you remove your cock from Kate's pussy and then push it into mine. I
remember how wonderful it feels to have you filling me. Your fingers
replace your cock in Kate's pussy, finger-fucking her while your
cock fucks me. Kate and I switch off sucking on each others' tits
while occasionally pausing for a kiss or two. You switch your cock
off between us, keeping one pussy filled with your fingers while the
other is fucked by your rock hard cock.

Kate is the first to come, her body collapsing down on mine as the
sexual energy escapes her body. She then rolls off to the side to
rest a minute, and you lift my legs up over your shoulders so that
you can pound deep inside me. A few hard thrusts is all it takes and
I am coming as my body shakes with ecstasy.

Dropping my legs back down onto the bed, you pull your cock out of
me. It stands there proudly, glimmering with the wetness of Kate's
and my sex. With a smile, Kate motions her finger for you to come
hither. You move your crotch over to her face, and she eagerly takes
your cock between her lips. You're so close to coming that it
doesn't take much, and as she gently squeezes your balls you shoot
your jism into Kate's warm mouth.

Pulling your cock out of her mouth, Kate turns to look at me, a drop
of your come dripping out of the corner of her smile. "Come here and
share that with me," I tell her. Kate moves next to me and gives me
a kiss as my tongue scoops your love cream out of her mouth and into
mine.

"I could sure use a drink," I say when Kate and I finally part.

"Me too," Kate says. You get up off the bed and head over to the
dresser to get the bottle of champagne. "There's a corkscrew in my
coat pocket," Kate tells you. "But I'm afraid that I forgot to bring
any glasses."

"That's okay," you say. "We can just use the water glasses in from
the bathroom. Just as long as no one tells Miss Manners on us."

"I don't think Miss Manners would approve of anything we're doing
here this evening!" I joke.

You open the bottle without too much spillage and pour Kate and I
our drinks and hand them to us on the bed before pouring your own.
"To a wonderful night, spent with wonderful friends," I toast, as we
each take a drink.

"To the Irish," you offer, "and their beautiful women. Long may they
prosper!"

Kate blushes. "Hear hear!" I agree, and we all take another drink.

"To sex!" Kate says. "May I never get enough of it!" "Amen," you and
I say together before we all finish off our glasses.

You collect our glasses back from us and set them on the dresser
next to the half empty champagne bottle. Kate and I scoot apart on
the bed, patting the mattress to invite you to come and lie between
us. You do so, and Kate and I cuddle up on either side of you, one
of your arms around each of our backs. You lean your head to one
side to give Kate a kiss, then to the other to kiss me. Then Kate
and I move our heads in front of you to kiss each other, our naked
breasts pressing into the sides of your bare chest.

"So, Kelly, why haven't you told me about Kate before?" you ask as
we settle in to relax for a bit.

"We only met a few weeks ago," I explain. "Not too long after I got
back from the trip to Paris with you."

"This is a story I think I'd like to hear," you say.

"Why don't you tell it, love," I say to Kate.

"All right," Kate agrees. "In addition to the pub, my family also
runs a catering business. Normally my mom runs that end of things,
but about three weeks ago she was sick so I had to fill in running
the show for an evening gig at an insurance company."

"Let me guess," you say. "That's the same company where Gretchen
works?"

"Righto," I confirm.

"As I was there at the party," Kate continues, "making myself as
transparent as possible while still managing to make sure that the
hors d'ouvres trays were full and the meatballs stayed warm, I
noticed that there were two very attractive young women there
without any apparent dates."

"You and Gretchen, I take it?" you ask me.

"Can't pull anything over on you, can we?" I say as I kiss you on
the cheek.

"It wasn't until later, as I was walking the halls on my way back
from the bathroom, that I figured out what was going on between the
two of them. I thought that I heard somebody in one of the
conference rooms. Thinking that it might be one of our waiters
sneaking away for a smoke, I opened the door. But instead I saw
Kelly here with her friend Gretchen, leaning against the table and
kissing while Gretchen had her hand up inside the hem of Kelly's
dress."

"I told Gretchen to be sure to lock the door," I explain. "She says
that she did, but obviously she didn't."

"Well, needless to say I was startled," Kate tells you. "But beyond
that, I was intrigued. I had never seen two women making out
together before, and instead of being shocked I instead was feeling
a bit excited."

"Despite being engrossed in each other," I say, "Gretchen and I
sensed that someone had opened the door. Panicked that it might be
one of Gretchen's coworkers, we looked up to see who it was. The
look on Kate's face went quickly from interest to embarrassment, and
she quickly closed the door and left the room."

"I managed to avoid them for the rest of the night," Kate tells you.
"But as they were leaving, Gretchen flashed me a smile that seemed
to be trying to tell me something, though I couldn't tell what.

"Despite myself, it was all I could think about during the night and
the next day. Of course I knew that there were women who liked other
women, but I had never encountered anyone that close before. That
night I had an incredibly erotic dream, wherein instead of my
leaving the room in a panic, Gretchen and Kelly invited me to join
them and the three of us has sex there on the conference table.

"But by the time my afternoon shift at the bar rolled around, I had
managed to push it mostly from my mind, replaced instead by theories
from my polisci class at the community college that morning. And
besides, I figured that I'd never see the two of them ever again.

"Imagine my surprise when, late in the afternoon, Kelly and Gretchen
came into the tavern and sat down at a table in my section! I
started to panic, then decided that *I* didn't have anything to be
embarrassed about; after all, it was the two of them who had sneaked
off to make out at the party, not me. So I summoned up my courage
and went over to their table to take their drink orders, pretending
that nothing had happened. I told myself that it was just a
coincidence that they had wandered into the bar."

"I'm assuming that it wasn't," you say to me.

"Of course not," I confirm. "It was pretty easy to track Kate here
down. Gretchen just had to ask their office manager who the caterer
had been, and from there it was easy to figure out."

"So when I went over to their table," Kate continues, "Gretchen
said, 'I hope that we didn't embarrass you last night.'

"'Oh no,' I lied. 'It was just that I wasn't expecting to walk in on
something like that. Are you two, um...?'

"'Lovers?' Gretchen said. 'Yes, we are. Does that shock you?'

"'No,' I responded. 'I mean, it should, but it doesn't. I'm more
intrigued than shocked.'

"'Good,' Kelly said to me. 'I'm glad that you have an open mind
about such things.' They told me their names, and said that if I
wanted to I could come by their apartment after I got off work and
they would show me more. I told them that I might, then left it at
that."

"We knew she'd come," I say. "Gretchen's got an eye for such things.
We could tell that Kate was a kindred spirit."

"Well, I'm glad that you two were so sure, because I definitely
wasn't," Kate says. "But after getting off my shift at eight, I went
home and got cleaned up, and the next thing I knew I had driven
across town to their apartment building. I sat out there in my car
for what seemed like forever, deciding if I wanted to go through
with it or not. Finally I said to myself, 'Hell, Kate, you only live
once, and you might never get a chance to experiment with something
like this again. Live a little. Go on up there!'

"So nervously I got out of the car and went up the steps. I paused
with my hand ready to knock on the door, knowing that it was my
absolute chance to back out. Finally, I knocked."

to be continued...


St. Patrick's Day part 3

Kate pauses for dramatic effect. You're watching her intently now,
quite involved in the story. I notice that your cock is beginning to
stir again, so I reach my free hand down to start to lightly stroke
it while Kate continues her narrative:

"It only took a second for Gretchen to answer the door, but I swear
it seemed like an eternity. I night have tried to run at that point,
but for the fact that my brain seemed unable to send signals down to
my legs.

"'Kate! Hi! I'm glad that you decided to come by,' Gretchen said as
she invited me in. She had changed out of the work clothes she had
been wearing at the pub, into a pair of tight faded and slightly
ripped jeans and a tight tee shirt with no bra underneath. Kelly was
sitting across the room curled up on a couch, dressed similarly and
reading a book while soft jazz music played in the background."

"Diana Krall," I interject. "Guaranteed seduction music."

"I must have looked as nervous on the outside as I felt on the
inside, because both Gretchen and Kelly immediately tried to make me
feel comfortable. 'There's nothing to worry about,' Gretchen told
me. 'We don't have to do anything here tonight that you don't feel
comfortable with.' They said that they understood that I was curious
about things, and that they wanted to help me to satisfy my
curiosity in whatever way I wanted.

"Kelly poured us each a glass of wine, then we went into the living
room to sit down and talk. We just talked about various stuff, you
know, just getting to know each other. After a while I felt the
tension start to ease away and began to feel more comfortable. Kelly
and Gretchen sat next to each other on the couch, holding hands or
with their arms draped over each other's shoulders. I could tell
that they were very comfortable being with each other.

"At one point, after return from the bathroom, I felt comfortable
enough to join Gretchen and Kelly sitting on the couch. I was also
feeling pretty warm, so I took my sweater off as well."

"We had the heat turned up a bit higher than usual," I confess,
continuing to lightly stroke you cock as it is slowly coming back to
life.

"Cleaver," you say in admiration.

"Quite," Kate agrees. "At that point the conversation started to
turn towards sex, particularly sex between women. Kelly told me that
it was okay to have feelings about other women and to act upon them,
that it didn't mean that you have to give up liking guys or anything
like that."

"Lucky for me!" you say.

"Then Gretchen asked me if I had ever kissed another girl," Kate
continues. "I was about to say no, but then I remembered back when
I was eleven or twelve, and my best friend Julie and I practiced
kissing on each other so that we'd be ready to kiss boys when the
time came. 'Did you feel anything special then?' Gretchen asked me.

"'I don't really recall,' I replied. 'It was a long time ago.'

"'Maybe this will help you remember,' Gretchen said, and leaned in
to give me a soft kiss on the lips. When she pulled away she stopped
and smiled. I think I might have smiled back, because then she
kissed me a again, longer and more lingering. After a few seconds I
began to respond, and before long Gretchen and I were sharing a
deep, romantic kiss. I can't really describe what it felt like. It
was scary and exciting and strangely comfortable at the same time.
It was almost as if I was being kissed again for the very first
time.

"'I think she likes it,' Gretchen said as she turned her head back
over to Kelly. 'Good,' Kelly replied as she got up from her position
by Gretchen and came over to sit next to me on the other side. Kelly
took the side of my face in one hand and pulled me close to her,
kissing me fully and with passion. I spent a good deal of time
kissing back and forth between Gretchen and Kelly, and eventually a
good deal of touching was going on through clothing as well.

"After a while we got up off the couch, and the girls really began
to work on me. As I stood in the middle of the room, Gretchen
kneeled down in front of me and slowly unbuttoned my jeans and
pulled them down, then had me step out of them. She left my panties
in place, though, pressing her mouth up against the fabric and
breathing warm air against my pussy through them. Meanwhile, Kelly
had taken my blouse off, pulled my bra down off my tits and was
gently squeezing my nipples. It all felt so good, and I was
completely within their thrall. I was so turned on and excited, but
at the same time I felt completely safe.

"Gretchen pulled aside my panties and gently slipped a finger up
inside my pussy. Slowly she moved it back and forth within me. 'Does
that feel good?' Kelly asked, whispering in my ear. 'Do you like the
feeling of Gretchen's finger inside of you?'

"'Yes,' I managed to whimper. 'Yes, oh god, yes!' Then Gretchen
added her tongue to the mix, licking along my slit while continuing
to gently finger fuck me.

"'She tastes soooo sweet!' Gretchen said to Kelly. 'You should taste
her.' Kelly traded places with Gretchen, sticking her tongue up
inside of my hole. She licked and poked and gently sucked all over
my pussy, while Gretchen began to lick and suck on my nipples. 

"Before long I felt my knees begin to weaken, and as my body
shuddered with orgasm I collapsed down on the floor. 'Oh god,' I
said, laying in Kelly and Gretchen's arms. 'I never thought that it
would feel that good!'

"'Trust me, baby,' Gretchen said as she ran her fingers through my
hair, 'it can even feel better!'

"'Kelly asked me if I wanted to lick her pussy, and I nodded yes.
She quickly slid off her jeans and panties and spread her legs open
invitingly. I had never really seen another woman's pussy up close
before so I was a bit fascinated, and at that moment it was one of
the most beautiful things I had ever seen. She had shaved it
completely bare, and the outer lips were parting slightly of their
own accord, showing off the tantalizing pinkness that awaited me.
Kelly guided me in my initial steps, telling me where to rub and
where to lick. It was really exciting, as I saw and heard the effect
that I was having on her."

"Kate's too modest," I tell you. "She's quite a natural at eating
pussy. Combine that with the enthusiasm of a lesbian virgin and I
tell you it was one great tongue fuck!"

"While I was licking Kelly's pussy," Kate continues, "Gretchen came
up from behind me, where my ass was sticking up in the air, and
began to rub along my own wet pussy. Then she spread my legs apart,
got in between my thighs and began to lick me while I was licking
Kelly. God, was that amazing! We spent a long time then switching
around positions, I would lick one of them while the other licked
me. It was heaven! I don't know how many times I came that night!"

"And she couldn't get enough," I say, noticing that now you cock has
regained full stature within my stroking hand. "She came back over
the next night, and the night after that, and in the past three
weeks we've had all sorts of wonderful three-way lesbian love
fests!"

"I wish I could have been there for one of them," you say, the image
of three young sexy women--one brunette, one blonde and one
redhead--frolicking naked together burning into your mind.

"Well," Kate says, "tonight you're just going to have to settle for
the two of us. Will that do?"

"Oh yes," you say. "That'll do just fine."

"Hey!" I say to Kate, giving your hard cock a good squeeze. "Look
what I found growing down here!"

"MMmmm," Kate responds with interest. "Looks like he could use some
attention."

Kate and I move from our position in your arms and bend over so that
we can both start to suck and lick your cock. While one of us sucks
on your cockhead, the other licks around the base of your cock and
your balls. With our two mouths giving you a combo blowjob, your
hands find their way between our thighs and you begin to finger fuck
our pussies, one in each hand.

"OHhhh, that feels so good, girls," you tell us. "Don't stop, don't
stop!"

"But I want to fuck you again," Kate pleads.

"Yeah, David," I concur. "We've got a couple of wet pussies here
that need some more fucking!"

"Here, help me mount him," Kate tells me as she gets up to straddle
you. Facing away from you, she swings her legs across your hips. I
hold your cock straight up, guiding it into Kate's pussy while she
lowers down on you. She's still very tight, and it takes some amount
of effort for you to push up completely inside of her.

"God, Kate, you look so sexy with a big cock up inside of you," I
tell her.

"It feels really good too!" Kate says as she rocks her hips back and
forth with you deep inside of her. Taking her into my arms, I press
our tits together as we kiss, and we both move up and down in unison
while she slowly rides your hard cock.

I stop kissing Kate and move over to your head. Straddling your
face, I lower my crotch down onto your face. Eagerly, you spread
apart my lips and dig your tongue into my dripping wet pussy. I
reach around in front of Kate and squeeze and rub her perky tits
while she fucks your cock and your tongue fucks my pussy.

"Oh God Oh God I'm Coming I'm Coming I'm Coming!" Kate cries out as
you once again feel her pussy tighten its grip on your cock with
spasms of pleasure.

"Come baby! Come on his hard cock!" I tell the redheaded pixie in my
arms.

"Switch!" Kate says after she finishes her orgasm, and she and I
trade places. I turn the other way, so that I am facing Kate as your
cock slides up inside of me. Kate and I kiss and fondle each other
while you give us great pleasure with your cock and your mouth.

After a couple more switch-offs (as well as several great orgasms
from Kate and myself) we move around to do some more traditional
one-on-one fucking. You fuck me in the missionary style, pushing my
knees up and back while your hard cock pounds into me, my tits
jiggling up and down with each thrust.

"No more, no more," I plead after you have brought me to orgasm once
again. "I think I'm all fucked out for the night."

"Not me!" Kate says cheerfully. "I want you to fuck me until you
come inside of me."

"I'd be happy to," you tell Kate, grabbing her lithe body and
rolling her over. With her face and chest pressed down on the
mattress, her tight ass wiggling in he air, you slide your cock fast
and hard inside of her.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" Kate cries out,
slamming herself back onto your cock as hard as you are slamming
into her. "Come in me, David! Come in my pussy!"

"Oh yes, it's so good!" you cry out, pumping your seed inside of
Kate's tight snatch.

"Oh yesssssssssss," Kate hisses as she slides her hindquarters off
of you, small rivers of your come dripping out of her pussy and
streaming down her thigh.

Totally drained, the three of us soon drift off into blissful
slumber, entwined in nakedness on the bed, sleeping the sleep of the
just and the satisfied.

to be continued...


St. Patrick's Day part 4

When you wake in the morning, you notice that the bed is less one
occupant: me. I note that I have left for you taped to the mirror
explains:

     David,
     Had to go into work early
     and didn't want to wake you.
     Call me when you get up;
     maybe we can meet for lunch.
     
     Love,
     Kelly
     xoxoxoxo
     
You are disappointed, but understand that not everyone can take
several days off of work for the purpose of getting a little extra
nookie.

After a trip into the bathroom, you open the drapes. Bright sunlight
pours in through the window and onto Kate's sleeping form laying
beneath the sheet on the bed. She is laying on her side, curled up
into a half-fetal position, her long deep red hair contrasting
brilliantly with the white pillowcase on which it is displayed.

Silently you climb back into the bed, snuggling in behind Kate,
pulling your body up against hers. Nestled in the crack of her ass,
your cock begins to stiffen. Gently you begin to stroke her arm,
causing her to awaken from her blissful slumber. "Good morning,
lover," you say softly.

"Mmmm. Morning," she replies, still a bit sleepy.

"How did you sleep?" you ask.

"I had a wonderful dream," Kate says. She lifts her left leg and
wraps it back around behind your thighs. Your cock slides down from
between her cheeks to rest at the entrance to her pussy.

"Do tell..." you say.

Her left hand reaches down to between her legs, wrapping your shaft
in her fingers while she gently rubs along her slit with her thumb.
"I dreamed that the three of us were alone on the beach of a
tropical island, making love as the Sun set below the rolling ocean
waves."

Though you are not fully erect yet, Kate guides the head of your
cock into her pussy. In no time, your cock hardens further,
stretching Kate's inside walls to their fullest. "Oooohhhh
yeeeeaaaahhh," she moans as you begin to slowly move back and forth
inside of her. "I love it when I can start the day with a good deep
fuck."

"I feel the same way," you say. "Especially when I can fuck a woman
as beautiful as you. It starts the day off perfectly." Kate turns
her head back to give you a kiss. As your lips join, your hand moves
around to her chest so that you can give the nipples atop her pert
tits a gentle squeeze. For several minutes your bodies continue to
be entwined in this erotic dance, silent but for the few soft moans
of pleasure that escape from your and Kate's lips. The sexual energy
builds, until you sense that Kate is ready to come.

"I'm going to come," Kate announces in a manner that seems almost
too relaxed. "Come along with me," she pleads.

"Of course," you say, increasing the intensity of your thrusts.
"Anything to make you happy."

"Oh, it will," Kate assures you. "If you come inside me while I come
I'll be the happiest girl in the world!"

"Then come, baby," you tell her. "Come in my embrace."

"Oh yessssssss," Kate hisses as her body begins to shake.
"Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssss. Ooohhhhhhh it feeeeellls gooooooood." You
thrust several more times before you begin to come yourself,
spilling your milky jism up into the pussy which is clamping down on
your cock like a vice.

When you have finished with your respective orgasms, Kate brings her
legs back from around your thighs, then rolls forward so that your
cock glides out of her slippery wet pussy. She then rolls back
towards you to the point where you are face to face and plants a
deep wet kiss on your lips. "Now that is the perfect way to start a
day," she says.

"I agree," you tell her. "Every day should begin just as
wonderfully."

As the two of you cuddle in the glow of the morning sun and the
afterglow of your morning sex, Kate wakens further. "What time is
it?" she asks as you run your fingers through her thick red curls.

"I don't know," you confess. "I haven't checked the clock yet."

Kate rolls over to look at the clock on the nightstand. Though you
can't see her face, you can suddenly sense her eyes bugging out of
her sockets. "Shit!" she exclaims, quickly sitting up in the bed.
"It's 9:30! I have to be in class in half an hour! I can't believe I
slept in this late!"

"Well, we did have a busy night," you say, but at this moment it is
not very comforting.

Kate quickly gets out of the bed and stumbles into the bathroom. You
have a passing fancy of joining her, but figure that she can
probably shower quicker without your help.

Once again seeing my note on the mirror, you pick up the phone to
give me a call. "Morning, babe," you greet me when I answer.

"Hello yourself," I respond, happy to hear your voice, even if only
over the tinny telephone receiver. "Did you sleep well?"

"Too well, I think. I'm afraid that we took our time getting up and
Kate is running late for her class this morning," you confess.
"She's in the shower right now."

"It's not your fault," I assure you. "Kate is definitely not a
morning person."

"Well, she sure seemed like a morning person this morning," you tell
me.

"Oh you devil!" I chide teasingly. "You'd sacrifice a girl's
education just so that you can get a little early morning ass?"

"It was her idea," you tell me. "And you know me, I can never turn
down a beautiful woman begging to be fucked!"

"That's usually one of your good qualities," I say. "But sounds like
this time it got you into trouble."

"I think that Kate will somehow find it in her heart to forgive me!"

"Hey," I say, "have you found the keys yet?"

You are a bit confused. "Keys? What keys?"

"I left my car keys for you in your shoe," I explain. "I grabbed a
shuttle from the hotel in to work this morning, as I figured that
you could make use of my car today."

"That was very thoughtful of you. Thanks!" you tell me with
appreciation. "So what time should I come by to pick you up for
lunch?"

My voice turns sad. "Um, sorry hon, but we've run into a bit of a
snag there. I had a lunch meeting sprung on me for today. I'm afraid
that we'll have to put those plans on hold until tomorrow."

You are disappointed, but understanding. "I'll still get to see you
tonight, right?"

"Darn straight! In fact, I might be able to get out of here early.
And you're taking me someplace fancy to eat tonight."

"I am, huh?"

"Yes you are. And then we'll spend the rest of the night working the
meal off!"

You hear the water turn off in the bathroom. "Sounds like Kate's
getting out of the shower now. I'd best let you get back to work."

"Okay. Have a great day!"

"Thanks, you too. Bye."

You hang up the phone and rap on e bathroom door. "'s it all right
if I come in and clean up a bit myself?" you ask.

"Yeah, sure, come on in," Kate says. 

You enter and squeeze past Kate who is drying her hair off with a
towel. "Do you want me to help you with that?" you ask.

"No, thanks, I got it," she says. You wet down a washcloth and wipe
yourself clean; not as good as a shower, but it'll do.

"Oh shit!" Kate says suddenly.

"What is it?" you ask.

"I just realized that I don't have any clothes to wear!"

"You've got what you came in, don't you?"

Kate drops her arms to her side and gives you a dirty stare. "That
little dress? Great evening wear, but not something that I can wear
to class."

"Don't worry about it," you assure her. "Kelly left her car for us.
I can run you by your place so you can change and then drive you to
your class."

"You are a peach!" Kate says, giving you a peck on the cheek.

"You're not a half bad peach yourself," you tell Kate as you put
your hand around her naked hips and start to pull her close to you.

"David! Class!" Kate scolds as she wiggles out of your grip.

"Right, sorry," you apologize.

Kate sighs. "Look, as much as I'd really like to spend the whole
morning fucking you, I've got to get to class this morning. You're
here through Saturday, right?"

"Right," you confirm.

"Okay then. I'm sure that we'll get a chance to fuck again before
you leave. But for now you're going to have to take a rain check.
Okay?"

"All right," you agree. "But I will be collecting on that rain
check."

"Oh, I'm counting on it!" Kate smiles.

------------------------------------

After a brief stop at Kate's apartment you drive her over to the
campus of the junior college. Amazingly, she's only about ten
minutes late for her class. She thanks you for the ride, and the
wonderful time last night, gives you a quick peck on the cheek, then
bolts out of the car and into the classroom building.

The campus, it turns out, is quite picturesque. And with the weather
being unseasonably warm, you decide to park the car and walk around
for a bit, enjoying the scenery. You're not alone though, as many of
the students seem to have had the same idea to get out and enjoy the
weather between classes. You find a bench with a good view of both a
large grassy field, where several young men are tossing a frisbee
around, and the entrance to one of the classroom buildings; and sit
down for a rest and a bout of people watching.

The student population seems to be the typical mix of youngsters
just a year or two out of high school and older students who have
returned to school to further their education. It is one of the
latter who comes over to join you on the bench.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asks.

"Not at all. Please do," you tell her.

The woman, who you figure to be in her mid-thirties, is rather
attractive: light blue eyes and auburn hair hanging straight down to
her shoulders, wearing a green and yellow wind breaker and a
conservatively lengthed skirt. She gives you a pleasant smile as she
brushes the bench and then sits down next to you.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" she observes. Her voice is a warm
mezzo-soprano, reminding you of an old girlfriend's.

"Yes, quite so," you agree.

"I don't think I've seen you around before," she says. "Are you a
student here?"

"No, no. I was just dropping off a friend who was running late this
morning," you explain. "And it is such a nice day that I decided to
hang out for a bit. That's not a problem, is it?"

"No, I don't think so," she tells you.

"I take it that you are?" you ask, pointing to her book bag.

"Oh, yes. Getting a late start in life, I'm afraid."

"Nothing wrong with that. I always admire a woman who is working to
better herself. I'm David, by the way," you say as you extend you
hand in greeting.

"Margo," she identifies herself as she gives your hand a brief
shake. You make a mental note of the fact that she is not wearing a
wedding band. "I hope you don't mind me joining you here. I'm
waiting for my daughter to get out of class and this is the only
place to sit with a view of the entrance."

"Your daughter? Surely you're not old enough to have a daughter in
college!"

Margo smiles, accepting the compliment. "It's true. She's eighteen,
and I'm thirty-four."

You do the math in your head. "Did you raise her on your own?" you
ask. Margo nods. "Must've been rough."

"Oh no," Margo says. "It wasn't a walk in the park; children never
are. But despite the hardships we went through early on Julie has
been a wonderful daughter."

"Well, if she's half as beautiful as her mother, I'm sure Julie's
breaking hearts left and right."

Margo blushes. Then, looking over at the building, gives a little
wave to a girl exiting the building. "Speak of the devil, there she
is right now."

Julie, it turns out, is absolutely stunning. The kind of effortless
beauty that only an eighteen-year-old can possess, completely
natural and fresh. Julie is the same height as her mother, about
5'5", but with long dark brown hair braided in back, and wearing a
pair of faded blue jeans and a colorful, bulky sweater. "Hi Mom,"
she says to Margo. "Who's your friend?"

"This is David. We just met sitting out here on the bench," Margo
tells her daughter.

"Hi. Julie. Pleased to meet you," Julie introduces herself as she
shakes your hand.

"Likewise," you tell her.

"Are you ready to go?" Margo asks Julie.

"Not yet," Julie says. "I've got to meet this guy Brad down at the
student center. He's got the notes from the psych class that I
missed on Monday. Wanna come along?"

"We could grab a cup of coffee," Margo says to you.

"Sure," you agree.

Over in the basement of the student center building, Julie joins her
classmate over at a table while you and Margo grab a cup of java and
find yourselves a table to yourselves off in a corner. "So, David,
do you live around here?" Margo asks after taking a sip from her
cup.

"No, I'm afraid not," you tell her. "I'm just in town for a few days
visiting a friend."

"That's too bad," Margo says, as you get the distinct impression
that she is interested in you.

"My friend is at work today, though, so I have the day free, and
wouldn't mind having someone to show me around town," you tell Margo

"I'd like to," Margo says, "but I've got to work this afternoon
myself. But I have tomorrow off; how about we meet for brunch?"

"I'd like that," you tell her.

"There's a wonderful little cafe down near the corner of Fifth and
Knight Streets," Margo tells you. "It doesn't look like much from
the outside, but they make a killer omelette there!"

"Sounds good," you say, making a note of the location on a napkin.
"So where do you work?"

"In the office of an insurance agent," Margo says. "They let me
switch over to part time when I decided to go to school."

"What made you decide to go to school, after all those years?" you
ask.

"It was Julie's idea," Margo explains. "I think that I was getting
as excited as she was about the prospect of college, so she
suggested that I take some classes too. I never had the chance to go
when I was her age, what with being a single mom and all. It was
hard enough finding the time to get my high school equivalency."

"So are you enjoying it?"

"Oh yes, it's a blast! And it's an experience that I can share with
my daughter; we even have one class together this semester."

From where the two of you are sitting, you can see where Julie and
Brad are sitting and going over their notes. It's obvious, even from
where you're sitting, that Brad is paying much more attention to
Julie than to the class material. "Does your daughter realize the
effect she has on guys?" you ask Margo.

"Honestly, I don't think she does," Margo tells you. "She's
certainly nothing like her mother was at her age. Obviously."

"Well, she has her mother's beauty, if nothing else."

"Even more so," Margo says. "But she doesn't seem to go out on very
many dates. When she's not studying or working, which is rare, she's
just out hanging with her friends. Sometimes I think that she's the
last innocent teenager left on the planet!"

By the time you and Margo have finished your coffees, Julie is back
and ready to go. You say goodbye to Julie and Margo, telling the
later that you're looking forward to seeing her again tomorrow. Just
before they're out of earshot, you hear Julie say, "Wow Mom. A
date?!" You're all smiles on your way back to the hotel.

to be continued...


St. Patrick's Day, part 5

Back at the hotel, you finally get a chance to get cleaned up.
Despite being on a high floor, the water pressure in the shower is
fairly good, and you spend quite a bit of time relaxing as the warm
water flows over your body.

Refreshed and invigorated, you decide to do something about lunch.
It's a little early, but you didn't get a chance to grab breakfast
this morning, and your tummy is starting to rumble. You could order
in room service, but it's such a nice day out that you decide to go
back out and look for a place to eat somewhere nearby. However, you
only get as far as the hotel lobby.

"David! Hi!" you hear someone call as you step out of the elevator.
Turning around, you see Laura, the woman who you shared the cab with
yesterday, standing about twenty feet away. You wave to her and then
walk over to where she is sitting. "Thanks again for letting me
share the taxi with you yesterday," she says.

"An attractive woman lets me stand under her umbrella, and then
wants to share a cab ride with me as well? Believe me, it was not a
problem!"

Laura smiles. "I was just thinking about grabbing some lunch. Do you
want to join me?"

"I'd be delighted," you say. "Do you want to eat here at the hotel,
or go out and try to find a place?"

"I've been cooped up down in the conference rooms all morning,"
Laura says, "and I'd like a chance to get out in that sunshine for a
bit."

"My thoughts exactly," you say.

"Great!" she says, standing up. "Let's go!"

As the two of you head out into the sunlight, you take a moment to
once again admire Laura. She's wearing a charcoal grey double
breasted jacket over a black silk mock turtle neck sweater, along
with a short pleated skirt and black stockings covering her shapely
legs. Her wardrobe give the double impression of one who means
business but also is very sexy.

You spend about fifteen minutes walking around the block but, not
finding anyplace suitable, end up back at the hotel restaurant
anyway. After ordering, and having already exhausted conversation
about how the conference is going for her, Laura asks how your
evening was last night. "Wonderful," you say with a sly smile, not
offering any further details.

"Somehow I get the feeling that there's a lot more to the story than
that," Laura says teasingly.

"Perhaps," you say. "But it'll take much more than a meal to drag it
out of me."

The matter seemingly drops, but after the meal, as you're signing
the credit card receipt, Laura brings it up again. "So, about
dragging that story out of you..."

"Yes?" you say, as you notice that Laura's hand is now resting on
your thigh under the table.

"I think I've come up with a way that will work."

"Do tell," you say, feeling the electricity start to rise.

"Well," Laura says, looking at her watch, "I've got almost two hours
before my next session. What do you say we head up to my room and
I'll work on you for a bit?"

You struggle mightily to keep the blood from flowing to your penis
so that you're not sporting a hard-on all the way through the hotel.
The two of you keep your composure barely long enough to make it
inside the door to her room, where you immediately embrace each
other. As your hungry lips press against hers, you unbutton her
jacket and reach up to feel her round breasts through the silky
fabric of her shirt.

"I thought about you last night," Laura says as she kicks off her
heels and makes her way over to the bed. "With my fingers in my
pussy before falling off to sleep." She tosses her jacket over on
the chair, then unzips and pulls down her skirt.

"Your pussy deserves more than just your fingers," you tell her as
you kick off your shoes and take off your trousers.

"Like what?" Laura asks. She hops up on the bed and pulls off her
shirt, revealing a wonderful set of tits held in place by a sexy
black lace bra.

You take your shirt off and sit down next to her. "Like my fingers,"
you say, giving her a kiss. "Or my mouth." Another kiss. "Or my
cock." You kiss her again.

"Oh yesss," Laura moans. A pair of black lace panties covers her
mound, which you gently start to rub through the fabric. You then
turn your attention to her legs. You lift her right leg up into the
air and slowly peel the stocking up and off, then repeat with her
left leg. You begin to rub and kiss along the inside of her thighs,
avoiding her crotch for the moment. "My pussy..." Laura starts to
plead.

"Okay, okay," you assure her. You return to kissing her sweet lips
while you pull aside her panties and start to rub your thumb along
her bare slit. When you finally stick your index finger up inside of
her pussy, you can feel her whole body gasp. You pull down the cups
of her bra and suck on her nipples while you move one, then two,
fingers inside of her snatch.

"Oooooooo!" Laura moans in your ear. "Oh, that's soooo goooood!
Finger my pussy! Suck my tits!" You press your thumb hard against
her clit, causing her pussy to clamp around your fingers as she has
her first orgasm of the afternoon.

"Hey," Laura says as you pull your wet fingers from her crotch. "I
though that I was supposed to be getting you to talk!"

"Well, what are you going to do about that?" you challenge.

"This!" she says, suddenly pushing you back on the bed. She yanks
down your shorts and wraps her hands around your engorged cock.
"Mmmmmm," she sighs as she lowers her mouth down over your cockhead.

After a few minutes of sucking, Laura gets up to straddle you. With
her panties still pulled to the side, she lowers her pussy down onto
your cock. You reach up and unfasten her bra, pulling it clear away
so you can rub her tits while she fucks you.

Laura lays her body down across yours and begins to kiss you. "You
look like a woman who likes to get fucked from behind," you say.

"Oh yes!" Laura says. She gets up off of you and rearranges herself
up on all fours. You get behind her, pulling her panties out of her
ass crack and down to her knees. With little more prelude you grab
her by her hips and thrust you cock hard into her pussy.

"Oh yes! Fuck me!" Laura yells as you fill her pussy with your cock.
You wrap your arms around her waist and lift her up so that her back
is pressing against you. You finger her clit while your cock
continues to fuck her until she comes. "Unnnnnnhhhhhh!" she cries as
her body shivers in your arms, and you let loose your come,
squirting up inside of her. Spent, your cock falls out of her and
you lay back on the bed.

"Wow," Laura says, laying down beside you. "I haven't been fucked
like that in a long time. That woman you were with last night sure
is a lucky girl!"

"Women," you correct. "Plural."

"Oh really?" Laura says, leaning up on her side with her arm
supporting her head. "Do tell!"

"I thought I was just going to be here with my friend Kelly, who I
came to visit," you explain. "But she surprised me by having her
friend Kate come by as well." You go on to give further details
about the threesome we shared with Kate last night.

"Sounds like you had a really hot time last night," Laura says. "I
haven't had sex with a woman in nearly ten years, ever since I got
out of college. I'd love to get a chance to lick a sweet pussy
again."

"Well," you say, "if you're not busy tonight, I've got an idea..."

------------------------

When you return to your hotel room there's a message for you from me
asking you to come by and pick me up from work at 3:30. You still
have a little time before you have to leave so you are able to get
yourself cleaned back up from the sweat your generated with Laura.

After getting dressed again you head out, stopping to have the
concierge recommend a good restaurant and make reservations for two
for you.

You miss a turn so you are a few minutes late picking me up, but
that's okay. You enjoy the envious looks from several passersby when
I slide into the car outside of the front entrance. With the windows
rolled down and the sunroof open, we take off down the highway.

"Where to?" you ask.

"My place," I say. "I need to get cleaned up and changed into
something more appropriate for dinner."

"Sorry I was late," you say.

"Not to worry," I assure you. "Besides, it gave me a chance to do
something."

"What's that?" you ask.

In response I hike up my skirt, showing you that I have disposed of
my panties.

"Oohh baby, you know how much I like that!" you say.

"Just be sure that you keep one eye on the road," I scold. I reach
over and turn on the radio, finding a classic rock station. We sing
along loudly to the early afternoon drive time tunes as we cruise
through town to the residential area.

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"Where's Gretchen?" you ask as I toss my purse down on the table.

"She's out of town on business," I explain. "She won't be back until
Sunday."

"The same day that I leave," you observe. "How convenient."

"I thought so."

"So why do you have me staying in a hotel instead of here with you
at the apartment?" you ask.

"It would be too weird," I say. "Mixing my lives like that. This way
is better."

You pick up a picture from a shelf of Gretchen and me. "Am I ever
going to meet this wonderful girlfriend of yours?"

"Maybe someday... Do you want something to drink?" I ask, changing
the subject as I walk over to the refrigerator.

"A beer?"

I open the door and bend over to peer inside. My skirt rides up on
my ass, once again exposing the folds of my pussy between my thighs.
"Nope, sorry," I say."We've got root beer."

"In a bottle?" you ask, walking over next to me.

"Yup." I grab a bottle out of the fridge and hand it to you. What
you do next surprises me: You take the cold bottle and press it up
against my bare pussy. "Oh!" I cry out.

"Do you like that?" you ask.

"You surprised me," I say.

"But does it feel good?"

"Mmmmm, yeah, it does..."

You notice that the fridge has one of those in-door ice dispensers.
You get a few 'cubes' of ice in your hand and replace the bottle
with them. You slip one completely up inside my pussy while you use
another to rub all around the outside of my pussy lips.

"What are you up to now?" I ask, still leaning over into the open
fridge door.

"I'm going to get your pussy nice and cold," you explain, "then heat
it back up with my cock!"

"But your clothes, you'll get them all sweaty," I point out.

"I'll take them off," you say. "Here, hold these." You dump the ice
into my hand and quickly strip while I rub the rapidly melting
against my chilling pussy. In record time you have stripped naked
and returned to take back what are now just slivers of ice.

I close the refrigerator door and grab hold firmly on both handles,
arching my back further and spreading my legs, anxious for your
coming onslaught. It's a truly wonderful sensation, my growing
sexual heat being combatted by the cool ice.

Once the final sliver has melted, you replace your hand with the
head of your cock and slowly push up into me. You too are now
impacted by the heat vs. cold sensation. You just hold your cock up
inside of me for a few moments, enjoying the contrast, before
starting to pump your cock back and forth within me. I join in,
pushing my hips back against you in rhythm so that my ass is
slapping hard back against your pelvis with each thrust. It doesn't
take long before the friction and sensual heat we are generating has
caused all the vestiges of cool to depart.

You reach over to the ice dispenser and get out another cube, which
you proceed to rub against my clit. "OH FUCK!" I cry out as the cold
against my clit causes me to immediately spring into orgasm. "OH
FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!" I toss my head back and forth
involuntarily, my long brown hair swishing back and forth across my
shoulders. As the orgasm subsides, I let my head sag down between my
outstretched arms, requiring several moments to recover. 

You pull your hard cock out of me and use it to rub my pussy juices
around on my ass cheeks until finally I stand back up and turn
around, my skirt falling back into place. I have a crooked little
smile on my face and a slightly dazed look in my eyes. "God, lover,
that was *fantastic*! I pant out with my hand pressing against my
chest as I recover my breath. "Where did you learn that?"

"I just improvised," you tell me.

"You ought to improvise more often!" I say, my composure coming back
to me.

"I'll keep that in mind," you say.

"C'mon, let's go get in the shower," I say, grabbing you by the hand
and pulling you towards the bathroom. Granted, it doesn't take too
much pulling! You help me get out of my clothes and then we step
into the shower underneath the hot running water. I ask you to hand
me the soap so that I can get a lather built up in my hands, then
use it to cover your cock until it is good and slippery. I pull you
up close next to me, trapping myself between your body and the
shower wall while giving you a kiss and spreading open my legs in an
invitation. With your cock all slick from the soap ladder, you slide
up into me with a quick, effortless motion. You make rapid thrusts
up into me while I moan and hold on for dear life. You switch the
shower massage over to pulsate and remove it from the bracket,
aiming the pulsing water down where our crotches meet. As the water
rhythmically pounds at my clit I shudder with orgasm, nearly
slipping before you manage to catch me. For a moment I have a
terrified look on my face, but that's quickly replaced by a look of
pleasure as I realize that you are about ready to release the
pressure of your balls within me. As the shower head swings freely,
randomly spraying water everywhere, your come flows up inside of me.

Our sexual needs taken care of for the time being, we turn our
attention to actually getting cleaned up. I let you wash my hair for
me, and you enjoy running your fingers through my long wet locks.
Soaping up body parts is fun too, and you especially enjoy washing
my ample bosom.

After showering, I retire back to the bedroom to finish getting
ready while you put your clothes back on in the living area. After
several minutes of primping I emerge wearing a black x-strap evening
gown with a long skirt that falls almost to the floor, but with a
slit that travels almost all the way up my thigh. I turn around to
show that the back is almost completely cut away, save for two
criss-crossing straps along the shoulder blades. The front shows a
fairly ample amount of cleavage, the dress seeming barely clinging
to my breasts for dear life. It fits me tightly, hugging my curves
and showing off my figure to its fullest.

"You look absolutely stunning!" you say, running your arm around my
back and nuzzling my neck. "And you smell good too."

"Gretchen got me this perfume for Christmas," I say. "It's called
'Pleasures.'"

"Well it certainly lives up to its name," you say, giving my ass a
gentle squeeze before pulling away.

"Hopefully it's not the only pleasure I'll get this evening," I
remark.

"You can count on that!" you tell me gleefully.

After switching my essentials into a smaller purse, we finally head
off to the restaurant.

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The restaurant is very nice; one of those places that is sectioned
off into several 'rooms' of just three or four tables each, giving
it a rather intimate aire. As I eat my whitefish and you dine on
your filet mignon we tell each other about the events of the day,
except that you somehow manage to leave out your early afternoon
tryst with Laura entirely. I'm fascinated by the fact that you've
only been in town for one day and have already managed to make a
date. You stress to me that your brunch with Margo is by no means a
date, but even you have a hard time believing that!

As we finish our meals, I notice an interesting sight at a table not
too far away from us. "There's something you don't see everyday," I
remark.

"What's that?" you ask.

"Over there," I say, pointing out the table to you. "Three young
women, alone at a fancy restaurant like this."

You look over, and soon a bolt of recognition hits you. "Hey, I know
one of those girls," you say.

"Who?" I ask.

"The brunette," you tell me. "That's Julie, the daughter of the
woman I'm meeting for brunch tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, your date," I tease.

Julie notices us looking over at them, and gives you a little wave.
You wave back, then she motions for us to come over to their table.
I wrap my arm in yours as we walk over to their table. "Hi David,"
she says as we approach.

"Hi Julie. Who are your friends?" you ask.

"This is Heather and Lydia," Julie says. Heather is a petit girl
with long honey blonde hair and a slight remnant of baby fat in her
cheeks, giving her a very sweet and innocent look. Lydia is taller
and with a fuller figure, closer to my own, and has curly blonde
hair which bounces playfully on the tops of her shoulders. "Hi," the
two of them say simultaneously.

"This is my friend Kelly," you say, introducing me. "Pleased to meet
you," I offer.

"We're just getting ready to order dessert," Julie says. "Care to
join us?"

You look over at me. "Sure," I say. The girls scoot around closer to
each other to make room for us as we grab chairs from a nearby empty
table. We sit down at the table next to each other, with Lydia on
your left and Julie on my right.

"So what brings you three girls to a swanky spot like this?" you
ask.

"It's Heather's nineteenth birthday," Julie explains. "So Lydia and
I decided to take her out someplace nice."

"Plus it's an excuse to dress up," Lydia remarks.

"What about you two?" Heather asks us.

"Oh, I figured if I took this lady out someplace nice to eat I might
get lucky tonight," you joke. The three girls giggle as I give you a
poke in the ribs for your remark.

After the waiter brings around the dessert tray, Heather and Lydia
excuse themselves for the ladies room and Julie goes to make a phone
call, leaving the two of us alone for a few minutes.

"Did you notice the way they were looking at each other?" I ask you.

"What do you mean?" you say.

"They are sooo in love with each other," I explain.

"Really? How can you tell?" you ask me.

"Trust me, I know that look," I tell you.

When Julie returns to the table you spring the revelation on her.
"Does your mother know you're a lesbian?" you ask her as she takes a
sip of her water.

Julie nearly does a spit-take. "Huh? What do you...?"

"You, Heather and Lydia," I tell her. "The three of you."

"Oh my god, is it that obvious?" Julie asks.

"Probably not to most people," I assure her. "But I have an eye for
that sort of thing."

"You mean you..." Julie starts. "But you're with David!"

"Nothing says a girl can't enjoy all sorts of pleasures," I tell
her.

"Please don't tell my mom," Julie says. "She'd freak if she knew."

"You're secret is safe with us," you assure her. "But your mom seems
like a nice lady who cares for you dearly. She might just surprise
you."

"Maybe," Julie says, "but I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"How long have you all been sleeping together?" I ask.

"Nearly four years now," Julie says. "Ever since a slumber party at
Heather's house. It was me, Heather, Lydia, and Susan, another
friend of ours. We were playing a game of truth and dare and somehow
one thing led to another... Well, you know..." I smile and nod my
head, both of us separately enjoying the mental image of these young
girls frolicing together in their nighties. "So we all decided that
we liked it, you know, and it was much safer than doing it with
guys, so we've been fooling around together ever since."

The matter is dropped when the waiter comes with our desserts and
Heather and Lydia return from the ladies room. I enjoy my silky
chocolate cheesecake while occasionally giving your thigh a little
squeeze under the table.

After dessert we say goodbye to the girls, pay our check and head
out. Instead of going back to the hotel right away, we spend some
time wandering around this area of town, walking the street and
occasionally poking into one of the many shops. We spend the most
time in a charming little toy shop, where we amuse ourselves by
coming up with x-rated uses for all of the innocent children's
playthings.

When we are through shopping I drive us back to the hotel via the
scenic route, finding a wonderful vista from which we are able to
watch the sun set on the way. We get out of the car to watch it,
your arms around me and my head nestled quietly in your chest. But
with the sun gone a chill starts to hit the air, so we go back to
the hotel to warm up.

Back in the hotel room, you seem to be uncharacteristically
unamorous. "I think that it's best if we wait a bit," you tell me.
"I'm still not fully recovered from our sex in the kitchen and the
shower. Quality, not quantity." I understand, knowing full well that
before the night is through I'll have your cock filling me once
again. Little do I know that you have a secret plan in store for
this evening!

When I step out of the room to go fill up the ice bucket, you make a
phone call to put your plan into motion. Soon after I return I step
into the bathroom for a pit stop, and that's when Laura arrives.
Needless to say I am surprised to see Laura in the room standing
next to you when I exit the bathroom. "David, what..."

"Kelly," you say with a big grin, your arm draped over Laura's
shoulder. "This is my new friend Laura. Since you cancelled lunch
plans with me today I had lunch with Laura instead. After lunch we
enjoyed a wonderful roll in the sack. I enjoyed being with her so
much that I thought you would too."

"I'm very happy to meet you, Kelly," Laura says. "David has told me
so much about you, and you're even more beautiful in person than he
said you were." Laura is wearing a long, flowing red piqué dress
with a waist belt and a long row of white buttons running completely
down the left side. She moves away from you and stands close to me,
placing her arm around my waist. "I told David that I hadn't had sex
with another woman in nearly ten years, and he seemed to think that
you were the person who could help me get back in the saddle, so to
speak."

I can see that you have one of the world's biggest shit-eating grins
ever on your face. "This is your way of getting back at me for
springing Kate on you last night, isn't it?" I accuse.

"Guilty as charged," you confess with glee.

"Well, Laura," I say, addressing the lovely blonde woman you have
arranged for me, "don't you worry about a thing. Having sex with a
woman is like riding a bike. It may be a bit wobbly at first, but in
no time we'll be rutting along just fine!" I give Laura a kiss,
through which I can sense the anticipation and enthusiasm building
within her. I take her hands in mine and pull her over towards the
bed.

"Are you going to join us?" I ask you.

"In a bit, perhaps," you say, moving to sit down in one of the
chairs. "But I think I'll just watch the two of you for a while."

"Okay, love," I say. "Feel free to jump in any time!" Turning my
attention back to Laura, I begin by taking off her belt, then slowly
undoing the buttons on the side of her dress, starting under her arm
and working all the way down the side past her knee. I pull the
dress open to reveal a matching set of lacy white vee panties and a
strapless bra. After laying her dress carefully aside, I step up and
begin to kiss her again while she reaches behind my neck to unfasten
the x-strap. With that undone, the dress falls off rather easily,
leaving me in only my lacy black thong. Laura's hands move up to cup
my breasts while mine slip down under her panties to squeeze her
ass.

Laura and I get up onto the bed, where I pull down her panties and
start to slowly lick her pussy. She moans with delight, putting her
hands in the back of my head to press my face up against her crotch.
"Oh god, Kelly, that's sooo great!" she says as I work my tongue and
fingers in concert around and withing her pussy and clit. She
quickly has an intense orgasm, falling backwards on the bed when her
knees momentarily give out.

I pull off my thong and crawl up on top of Laura, pressing my pussy
against hers and taking off her bra so that I can play with her
tits. "Ten years without having another pussy to lick?" I say to
Laura as I kiss her sweet lips. "I don't know how you survived!"

"I don't think I can wait another second," Laura says. "Swing that
sweet snatch of yours around here for me to lick!" I get up and turn
around, presenting my pussy to Laura's mouth and leaning over so
that I can get another taste of her sex as well. She eagerly sinks
her mouth tongue onto my wet pussy, like a starving woman attacking
a luscious peach. Already in a heightened sexual zone, it doesn't
take long until I come with Laura's tongue deep up inside of me.

"You should not be keeping that excellent tongue of yours away from
the womenfolk," I look back over my shoulder and tell Laura. She
laughs and returns to licking me, and I return to licking her.

I look over to where you are sitting and notice that you have your
pants off and are stroking your cock while you watch Laura and me
fuck. "She is really scrumptious," I tell you. "You should come over
and join me!"

You get up from the chair and lean down between Laura's thighs. We
butt heads for a bit until we find a good position for you to
tongue-fuck her pussy while I suck on her clit. I can tell that
Laura is enjoying the double attention by the increase in intensity
of her licking my own pussy.

"I think it's time to get your cock into the action here, don't
you?" I ask you.

"Most definitely," you reply. I spread Laura's pussy lips apart and
guide your cock up into her. Laura moans with pleasure as you fill
her, then moans even louder when I return my tongue to her clit.

"OH FUCK!" Laura cries out as your balls slap against her and my
tongue lightly dances across her clit. "Oh that's SO FUCKING
GOOD!!!" She comes like a woman possessed, nearly bucking me off of
my place on top of her.

Once again I rearrange myself, this time such that I'm lying back on
top of Laura with my legs outside of hers and our pussies lined up.
As I tilt my head back to kiss her, you take advantage of the double
pussy line-up with which you are presented. You finger-fuck me with
one hand and Laura with the other for a while, then bring your cock
back into action again. You easily manage to get us both to come
again.

"Let's suck on his cock for a while," I suggest to Laura. "Okay,"
she agrees, and be both quickly hop up and wrestle you down onto the
bed. Laura sucks on your balls while I work on your shaft, then we
switch off. At one point you try to get up, but we push you back
down onto the bed and make you suffer in pleasure while we
administer our mouths to your aching cock.

After a little more licking and sucking your cock explodes, filling
Laura's mouth with a flood of your come. I lift Laura's face by her
chin, pressing my mouth against hers and scooping your jism out with
my tongue. Our bodies press against each other while our tongue
intertwine.

As we sit down on the bed for a breather, I ask Laura about her long
layoff from sex with women. "Ten years?"

"Yeah, ever since college," Laura says. "The girls in my sorority
had sex all of the time, basically whenever there wasn't a guy
around."

"Sounds like my kind of place!" I say.

"Me too!" you chime in.

"It was fun," Laura agrees. "But then I graduated, got married, got
divorced, and never managed to get together with a woman again."

"Until now," I say.

"Yes, until now." Laura grabs my right breast and begins to suck my
nipple. You join in by sucking on my left. I slip my fingers up into
Laura's pussy and you put your fingers into mine. While I lazily
prod at Laura's sex, you attack my pussy with gusto, causing me to
come.

Alas, such pleasures cannot last forever, and after we manage to get
Laura to come one more time she has to leave. "I have a very early
flight out tomorrow," she explains. We trade our phone numbers with
her, promising to call whenever she comes to our respective cities
or she to ours.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" I ask after Laura leaves, curled up
in your arms in the bed.

"Well duh," you say, causing me to squeal as you tickle my side.

"I mean surprising me like that," I explain.

"It's not something I get the chance to do very often," you say.

"Well, mister," I say, rolling over on top of you so that our noses
are almost touching, "if <kiss> you ever <kiss> want to surprise
<kiss> me like that <kiss> again <kiss> <kiss> you are more than
welcome to!" You slip your half-flaccid cock up inside of my pussy
and it starts to grow as I rock my hips back and forth. "Of course,
you now realize that I'm going to have to do something to get back
at you?"

"I'm counting on it!" you say as you grab me by the ass and start to
pump away inside of me.

to be continued...

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St. Patrick's Day part 6

I wake up at about seven in the morning, horny as hell. "Hey, David,
wake up," I say, gently shaking you.

"Huh, Kelly?" you say groggily. "What time is it?"

"It's seven," I tell you.

"Don't you have to get going to work?" you ask.

"In a bit," I say. "I need a fuck first."

"God, woman, you're insatiable!"

"Oh shut up. I can feel that cock of your growing hard against my
thigh. Put it to good use and slide it into my pussy."

With both of us laying on our sides, you lift up my leg and slide
your cock inside me from behind. I toss back the sheet so I can look
down and see your manhood filling me up so completely. "Oh, that's
good baby," I say. "Fuck me right there."

"As you wish," you say. You let my leg drop back down, my thighs
clamping together and creating a vice around your cock inside of me.
"Oh yeah..." you moan. You hold on to my should and kiss my neck
while I rub my clit.

"Oh yesssss," I hiss as my orgasm approaches. "Yessssssss that'sssss
ssssssooo good....." You let loose your semen inside of me, coating
my insides with your sticky goodness.

Satisfied, I get up out of the bed and give you a kiss on the
forehead. "Thanks, honey. You can go back to sleep now." You roll
over and fall quickly back into slumber while I get ready to go into
work.

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Later in the morning, as you finish off your omelette, you look
across the table at Margo. She is wearing a simple dark jade a-line
dress, and for a brief moment the color of the dress and her auburn
hair remind you of the recent St. Patrick's Day night with Kate, but
you quickly realize that the two women are very different indeed.
Besides being older, Margo is taller, more fully rounded and, as you
can see in her eyes, more world-wise and even a bit weary. And this
morning, despite the pleasant meal conversation that the two of you
have had, she also seems a bit distracted.

Margo notices you studying her, and the quickly averts her eyes.
"What's wrong?" you finally ask.

"Wrong? What to you mean?" she asks.

"You've seemed to be distracted by something all through our meal.
What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about trying to ask you something," she finally
admits. "But I'm not quite sure how to ask, or even if I really want
to."

"Then just ask," you tell her. "I'm really an easy going guy."

Margo steals herself, as if summoning up courage from deep inside of
her. "Okay, um, don't take this the wrong way. I know we've only
just met, and I have no right to ask you this, but I'm wondering if
you'd like to come back to my house and, um, well, have sex? With
me?" She briefly looks up into your eyes for a reaction, then just
as quickly turns away again, as if afraid to know the answer.

It was certainly not a question that you were expecting. "Um, Margo,
I..."

"Oh god, I'm sorry," Margo blurts out. "I shouldn't have asked that.
God, I"m so embarrassed."

"No, no, don't be," you say, laying your hand on her forearm across
the table. "You just don't seem like the type to just hop in the
sack with a guy you barely know."

"That's just it, I'm not," she tells you. "But god, David, do you
believe that it's been four years since I've had any sex?"

"I wouldn't think that an attractive woman such as yourself would
have trouble attracting a man."

"Attracting isn't that big of a problem," Margo says, "but having
any kind of relationship is. Most guys aren't too hot on getting
involved with a woman who has a teenage daughter. I love Julie
dearly, but for all the good things she has brought to my life, she
has certainly been a damper on my love life."

"So why me, then?" you ask.

"It's just that you're a very nice guy, and you seem at least
somewhat interested in me, and, well, don't take this wrong, but
you'll be leaving town soon. So there's no worry about a
relationship or not, just, you know, sex. If you want to, that is."

"If it's what you want, I can't think of a better way to spend the
afternoon," you tell Margo.

Margo's head perks up. "Really?"

You take her hand in yours. "Yes, really," you say, looking into her
eyes. "In fact, I'd consider it an honor."

After paying for your meals, you follow Margo back to her place, a
bi-level house in a relatively serene subdivision about ten minutes
away from the diner. Once inside, Margo asks if you want a drink.
"It's a bit early in the day, isn't it?" you remark.

"Yes, probably," she says, "but I think I need a glass of wine
anyway. Calm my nerves, you know."

"You really have nothing to be nervous about," you assure her.

"Speak for yourself," she says. "My stomach is knotting up with
butterflies." You watch as she pours herself half a glass a white
wine, quickly gulping it down. You take the glass out of her hand
and set it down on the kitchen table as you lean in to give her a
soft kiss on her lips. You can taste the sweet nectar of the wine on
her mouth as she begins to press against you. Her mouth opens
tentatively and you slip your tongue inside.

"Shall we go upstairs to your bedroom?" you ask. Margo nods yes, but
makes no other move. "You'll have to lead the way..." you tell her.

"Yes, of course," she says, taking you by the hand and leading you
up the half flight of stairs to the upper level. "I can't believe
I'm doing this," she says.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," you tell her.

"I do!" she blurts out, and then instantly turns red.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about here," you say. "We're two
consenting adults, attracted to each other, doing what comes natural
and feels good."

Once inside Margo's bedroom you continue kissing. "Should I take my
dress off?" she finally asks.

"That would probably help matters," you say. Margo laughs, then
pulls her dress off over her head. Beneath the dress she is wearing
matching tan lace bra and panties. "You're very beautiful," you tell
her.

"Do you mean that?" she asks, looking for reassurance.

"Yes I do," you say, taking Margo in your arms once again. She wraps
her arms around you neck and gives you another kiss. Your hands
slide down inside of the back of her panties, gently rubbing the
cheeks of her ass. You move your hands around to her side, grabbing
the waistband and pulling the panties down her thighs. "Get up on
the bed," you tell her.

Margo steps out of her panties on the floor and pulls down the
covers of the bed. She sits down on the edge of the bed; her legs
are closed together, but you can still see the top of the triangular
bush of auburn hair which covers her crotch. As you take off your
shirt and pants, you ask Margo to take off her bra. She undoes the
clasp from behind and pulls it off, revealing her breasts, topped
with large puffy areolas. Still wearing your undershorts, you walk
over next to where she is sitting and begin to gently stroke circles
around her nipples. As you gaze into her eyes you see a woman who is
both apprehensive and excited. "Spread your legs," you tell her.

"Huh?" Margo says, as if snapping out of a trace.

"This isn't going to work unless you allow me to get down in there,"
you explain.

"Oh yes, sorry, of course," she says.

"Just relax," you tell her. "I promise that I won't bite. Unless you
want me to, that is..."

Margo laughs, though still a bit nervously. She swings her legs up
around onto the bed and lays back, dropping her knees to the sides
to expose her furry pussy. You get up on the bed and place you head
between her thighs. Even before you begin to lick her you can smell
the wonderfully musky odor of her sex.

"Oooh!" Margo cries out sharply as you spread apart her pussy lips
and begin to lick. "Are you okay?" you ask. "Yes," she assures you.
"It's just that it's been so long that I'd nearly forgotten how good
that feels." You go to work on her pussy, using your tongue and
fingers to slowly build up her excitement. "Oh god yes!" Margo cries
when you finally move her to orgasm. She tenses up momentarily, but
then relaxes fully, as if a great weight has been lifted.

"You know," Margo says as you look up at her. "I read in Cosmo that
eighty percent of guys won't do that for a woman."

"Eighty percent of guys are complete idiots," you say, causing Margo
to break out in laughter. "You seem much more relaxed," you observe.

"Having a good orgasm will do that to a woman," she says. "Thank
you!"

"I hope that you're not expecting that to be the end of it," you
say.

"It better not be!" Margo exclaims. "I have four years worth of
sexual frustration to get out of my system!"

You take your underwear off and position yourself at the entrance to
her pussy. You gently push up inside of her, feeling the warm wet
walls of her pussy invite you inside. She places her legs up in the
crooks of you arms as you begin to thrust. She doesn't say much as
you fuck her, but the look of pleasure and joy on her face tells you
that she is enjoying herself immensely.

After Margo comes a second time, you lay down on your side behind
her, lifting her legs and fucking her in the same way that you
fucked me earlier in the morning. You reach your free hand around in
front of her to play with her tits as your cock moves in and out of
her pussy.

The two of you try out several more positions, until finally Margo
asks if you want her to finish you off in her mouth. "Are you sure
you remember how to do that?" you joke. "That part is just like
riding a bike," Margo counters. You sit on the edge of the bed while
she kneels down on the floor in front of you. She hold your stiff
wet cock up with one hand while her tongue snakes around the base of
your cock and your balls. She keeps that up until you are just about
to come, then quickly moves up to suck in your cockhead right before
you shoot your load.

After wiping her mouth off, Margo crawls back up into the bed with
you, curling up in your arms. "Thank you for doing this for me," she
says.

"It was my pleasure, believe me," you tell her. You stroke her
thick, luxurious hair gently as she lays her head in your chest.

Margo drifts off to sleep and you start to as well, but suddenly you
are brought back to consciousness by a voice in the hall: "Hey, Mom,
whose car is that in the..." Julie has opened to the door to her
mother's room, seeing the two of you in bed together. "Oh my..."

Margo has sprung back awake beside you. "Julie, honey..." she
starts.

"I... I'm sorry, I..." Julie stutters out, then turns and runs back
down the hall.

"I'd better go after her," Margo says, getting out of the bed and
putting on a robe. "I'm so sorry about this," she tells you. "She
was supposed to be out all afternoon. I didn't think she'd burst in
on us like that."

"It's okay," you assure her. "Really. I'll just get my clothes back
on and go."

Margo gives you a brief kiss. "Thank you, for everything," she tells
you. "I mean it."

"I'll give you a call later this evening," you tell her. "Now go
talk to your daughter."

"Yeah. I don't really know what to say. She's such an innocent girl;
I don't think she's really prepared for something like this."

"Just go talk to her and be a mother. Julie seems like a very
together girl; she may just surprise you."

-----------------------

"You must have been mortified," I say as I place your plate of pasta
in front of you at dinner. You wanted to take me out to eat again,
but I insisted on cooking for you. "Really, I enjoy cooking," I had
to assure you. So after picking me up at work we made a quick stop
at the grocery store and then drove back to my apartment.

"Well, more for Margo and Julie than for myself," you say. "Children
and parents want to have a blind eye when it comes to each other's
sex lives."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I agree. "You know that your parents
must have done it at some point, or else you wouldn't be here, but
it's something that you don't want to think about."

I pour us each a glass of red wine then sit down to join you. "Well,
I have good news and bad news," I announce.

"Bad news first," you say, not unexpectedly.

"I have to work again tomorrow morning."

"On a Saturday?"

"Yeah, I know, sucks. But I'll definitely be finished before noon."

You're disappointed, but take the news in stride. "Guess I'll get a
chance to sleep in, then. Hopefully I'll need it after tonight!"

"You're amazing," I say. "Haven't you had enough fucking for one
week?"

"Dear, a person can never have enough fucking!" you exclaim with a
smile.

"True," I agree. "But with all you've been doing for the past three
days, I'd think you'd want a break. How many women have you had sex
with since getting here?"

You put down your fork and think for a minute. "Let's see... You, of
course, and Kate, and Laura, and Margo... Just four. And you got to
share Kate and Laura with me, so don't go getting all jealous."

"I'm not. I'm just making sure that your equipment is still up for
more action."

"Don't worry; with you around, I'll never have trouble springing
into action! Anyway, what's the good news?"

"Well, once I get off work tomorrow, Kate and I are going shopping."

You look puzzled. "And this is good news because...?"

"We're taking you with us," I explain.

"Still unclear on the 'good' part..."

"For lingerie."

Your face lights up. "Okay, I can definitely see the attraction in
that!"

"I figured you would!" I say with a wicked smile.

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After dinner, I leave you to do up the dishes while I clean up and
get ready for the evening. You finish before I do, so you take the
opportunity to give Margo a call. "Did everything work out okay over
there?" you ask.

Margo assures you that it did. "Julie's still a bit freaked about
the whole thing," she says, "but she'll get over it. She just has to
get used to the fact that her mom is a sexual being like every other
person on the planet. The harder part was convincing her that just
because her mother jumps in the sack with a guy she just met doesn't
mean that it's okay for her to do it."

"The old 'do as I say, not as I do' thing, huh?"

"Exactly. I guess I need to think about the fact that I'm a role
model for my daughter, whether I like it or not."

"So where's Julie at now?" you ask.

"She went over to her friend Lydia's place for the night," Margo
tells you. "So at least I know that she isn't running out to have
sex just to spite me."

You decide that discretion is definitely called for here, that it is
up to Julie to decide when and if to tell her mother about the
nature of her relationship with her girlfriends. "Um yeah, good
thing."

"Listen, despite the abrupt ending, I really did enjoy the time we
spent together today."

"Me too," you tell her. "Would it be alright for me to give you a
call the next time I'm in town?"

"I'd like that," Margo says.

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Not long after you hang up, I announce that I'm ready to come out.
"Sit down in the chair and close your eyes," I tell you from behind
the bedroom door.

"Huh? Why?" you ask.

"Just do it, or I'm not coming out," I warn.

You can tell by the tone of my voice that I mean business, so you
dutifully sit down on a chair in the living room and close your
eyes. "Okay, I'm ready," you tell me.

True to your word, you can't see me as I emerge, but you can hear
the steps of my heels as I walk across the room along the edge of
the throw rug on the hardwood floor. First I dim the lights and
light up several candles around the room. Then I make my way over to
the stereo and put on a Martin Denny CD. Expecting me to have
instead chosen some romantic mood music, you nearly jump out of your
seat when the exotic jungle rhythms begin. "What the..."

"You can open your eyes now," I tell you. Your jaw nearly drops when
you see what I have on: a tight, form fitting leopard-print spandex
bodysuit which leaves very little to the imagination. The arms are
long sleeve, but the chest dips down to show quite a bit a cleavage.
Attached to the waist of the bodysuit is a matching skirt that falls
to knee length, covering up my bare thighs except when I spin around
causing it to twirl up and out. "Do you like it?" I ask.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" you exclaim. "You look really hot!"

You start to get up from the chair, but I tell you to stay put while
I give a little dance. Dutifully you sit and watch as I move and
gyrate to the music, your cock growing harder in your pants with
every swivel of my hips.

After several minutes of dancing I stop, noticing that you have been
stroking your cock through your pants. "I see you're having a bit of
a problem there," I say as I come over to the chair.

"I wouldn't exactly characterize it as a problem..." you say.

"Still, I bet that I can help you out a bit," I say. I rub your
crotch with one hand, while my other hand undoes your belt and pulls
it off. I wrap the belt along the back of your neck, grab up both
ends in the front, then pull your head forward for a deep kiss. As
our tongues intertwine, you reach up and pull down the front of my
bodysuit past my tits, exposing them to the rapidly heating air.

"You naughty boy!" I scold playfully. "Did I say that you could do
that?"

"Um, no?"

"That's right, I did not. I guess that since you cannot be trusted
to keep your hands to yourself, I'll have to take steps to be sure
that you do." Stepping around behind the chair, I use your belt to
lightly tie your wrists together behind you. I then move back out in
front of you and begin to dance again. At one point I bend over the
couch, flip up the skirt, and rub my pussy through the thin fabric
with my index finger. I then go over next to you, offer my finger to
you to suck, then return to the bent over position at the couch,
this time pulling aside the crotch of the bodysuit and slipping my
wet finger up inside my pussy.

After several more minutes of dancing I come back over to you. "Now
then," I say as I unzip your pants and pull them down to your
ankles, "let's see what we can do about this problem you seem to
have developed!" Kneeling down between your legs, I begin to suck on
your cock. With your hands still fastened behind you, you can do
nothing but watch as I slowly suck you off, bringing you agonizingly
close to coming but never quite setting you off. I then get up and
instruct you to close your legs together so that I can straddle you.
I pull aside the crotch of my bodysuit and guide your cock up inside
of me as I lower myself onto your hard shaft. I once again pull down
the front of my bodysuit to expose my tits, grabbing the back of
your head with both hands and pressing your face into my tits as I
fuck you to the pounding rhythm of the music. I let out a deep, sexy
purr as your tongue flits away on my hard nipples. Finally I come,
groaning loudly in your ear as the pleasures of orgasm pass
throughout my body.

"Now then," I say as I get up off your lap, leaving your cock
glistening with the juices of my sex, "since you've been a good boy
I'm going to untie you. Then I want you to take me into the bedroom
and fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before. Do you think you
can handle that?"

You nod agreement, so I step behind you and remove the belt from
your wrists. With nary a wasted motion you get up from the chair and
scoop me up, tossing me over your shoulder to carry me. I direct you
into the guest room where you drop me onto the bed. You roll me over
and tuck my knees under my hips so that my ass is sticking into the
air. You flip the skirt up, pull aside the crotch, and quickly
thrust your cock back into my pussy, banging your hips into my ass
as your balls flop up against me. With pure animalistic fervor you
fuck me, pounding away at me as a series of small orgasms wrack my
body. No intelligible sounds pass my lips; instead I grunt out my
pleasure with each hard thrust. You are grunting too, and before
long your jism is spurting inside of me.

Exhausted, we both collapse down on the bed, resting for several
minutes. Then you strip my bodysuit completely off of me and settle
down with your face in my crotch, giving my pussy a long, leisurely
licking. After a while your cock begins to get hard again, so you
twist your body around, allowing me to take your shaft into my mouth
so we can enjoy a good old fashioned sixty-nine. The pleasurable
session ends with your cock outside of my mouth, spurting your goo
onto my chin, neck and chest while I stroke your shaft with one hand
and squeeze your balls with the other.

"Sometimes," I say as you crawl back up into my arms, "you've just
gotta fuck!"

to be continued...

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St. Patrick's Day part 7

The next morning I drop you off back at the hotel on my way into
work. Despite all of your pleading ("You don't really have to go in
to work this morning, do you?" and "I could go in with you; I won't
get in the way." and "C'mon, how about a quickie first!") I resist
the temptation.

"Just hang loose for a few hours," I tell you. "Kate and I will be
by at noon to pick you up, and then the fun will begin!" I give you
a kiss and give your balls a little squeeze before you hop out of
the car and into the hotel.

You decide that, in the final analysis, it's probably a good thing
that I took you back to the hotel, since none of your clothes or
toiletries ever made it back to my apartment last night. You take a
long, relaxing shower, letting the hot water wash away any stiffness
or soreness from the previous night's exuberant escapades.

After you get cleaned up you throw on a robe and start looking
through the room service menu, intending on ordering up some
breakfast. But before you can place the call, a knock comes on the
door. "Room service," a voice calls from the other side.

You set the menu down a march over to open the door, unsure as to
whether or not you'll send it back, probably waiting to see what
exactly it is that has been mistakenly sent to you room. You don't
even look through the peephole, so you are quite surprised when you
open the door and see not a server from the restaurant, but rather
Julie, Margo's lovely young daughter! "Surprise!" she says, greeting
you with a big smile.

"Julie, how did you... I mean..."

"You're not that hard to track down," she says. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure," you say, stepping out of the way so that Julie can
enter. She is dressed simply, in a par of blue and aqua plaid
drawstring shorts and a simple powder blue short sleeve tee, sandals
on her feet and her hair still back in a braid like the last time
you saw her.

"Look, Julie, if this is about what happened yesterday with me and
your mom, I'm really sorry that you had to walk in on that," you say
as you close the door.

Julie moves across the room and sits down on the edge of you bed.
"It's not about that," she says. "Well, not really."

"So why are you here?" you ask.

"It's just..." she starts. "God, I'm so embarrassed!" She averts her
eyes from you.

"You're embarrassed? I'm the one who you caught naked in bed with
your mom!" You sit down on the bed next to Julie and lift her head
up to face you by placing your index finger underneath her chin.

"You'll laugh," she says.

"No, I won't," you assure her.

"I've never had sex," Julie says. "With a guy, that is. And I was
thinking that, since you were willing to have a fling with my mom,
that maybe you'd do it with me too?"

With all the surprises you've encountered over the last few days,
you're learning to keep your cool. "Surely there are other guys who
you'd feel more comfortable with? Someone you know at school maybe?"

"That's just it," she says. "What if I end up not liking it, then
I'd have to see that guy again. And mom said--well she didn't
exactly say, but I could tell--that you were a pretty good lover..."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask.

"Why? Don't you want to with me? Aren't I pretty enough?"

"Are you kidding? You're one of the most beautiful young women I've
ever laid my eyes on! Any man would kill for the chance to be the
first to make love to you. I just want to make sure that it's what
you really want."

"Yes," Julie says. "I really do." She parts your robe, exposing your
very stiff and erect cock. "Wow," she says. "I've never seen one of
these for real up close like this. Can I touch it?"

"Go ahead," you tell her. Julie starts to wrap her hand around your
cock, but then quickly pulls back when you involuntarily jerk.

"Oooh!" she exclaims. "Is it supposed to do that?"

"Let's just say that your being here in this situation is making it
extra sensitive this morning," you explain. Julie giggles, then
returns her hand back around your cock. You lean in to kiss her, and
as your tongue enters her mouth you can feel her hand tighten its
grip around your stiffness. "Careful," you warn. "You don't want to
squeeze the life out of it."

"Oops, sorry," Julie says, giving you the cutest little playful pout
you've ever seen. She removes her hand, and then asks you, "so, what
should we do first?"

"Well," you say, "we should probably begin by getting you out of
your clothes."

Julie gets up on her knees on the bed and pulls her tee shirt off
over her head. You focus in on her shorts, untying the drawstring
and pulling them down. Through the white cotton of her skimpy
panties you can tell that she is starting to get damp with
excitement. She then takes off her bra, and you move your hands up
to cup her breasts, each just slightly larger than a handful. "Do
you like that?" you ask as you lightly squeeze each of her nipples.

"Ohh, yes," Julie moans, almost inaudibly. You begin to suck on her
nipples, which have grown erect with excitement. Julie pulls your
head up and kisses you, then pushes your head back down. 

You continue past her breasts, down her stomach to her crotch, where
you tug at her panties until they start to come down. You marvel at
the beauty of her pussy, shaved bare and starting to glisten with
the aromatic juices of her sex. You rub your finger against her
pussy lips, then replace your finger with your tongue for one long,
slow lick.

"You're so smooth," you remark to Julie. "You must've shaved down
here recently."

"Yes, last night," Julie responds. "Lydia and I helped each other."

"Do you two do that a lot?" you ask.

"Yes. Heather too."

"Tell me about it," you prompt.

"About what?"

"About you and Lydia last night. Shaving each other. Making your
beautiful pussies smooth and bare." You slide your index finger up
inside of Julie's tight hole and rub along her smooth lips with your
thumb. Almost instinctively, Julie's pussy squeezes your finger;
your cock stiffens with the thought of what it will feel like to
fuck a pussy this tight.

Julie begins to tell you, pausing every so often to let out a moan
as you move your finger inside of her. "Well, after the, um, events
of yesterday afternoon, I went over to Lydia's house to hang out. We
spent some time eating ice cream and talking about stuff. Lydia said
that it was all no big deal, that she'd walked in on her mom and one
of her mom's boyfriends a couple of times.

"So Lydia's mom made us both dinner and then went off on a date,
which left the two of us alone in the house. 'I know just the thing
that'll cheer you up,' Lydia said. 'What?' I asked and she said,
'Shaving!'

"We raced upstairs to the bathroom and quickly stripped out of our
clothes. We turned the water on hot and let it run for a while,
getting the room all nice and steamy. We used an aloe shaving cream
to lather up each other's crotches and then shaved each other with a
safety razor. I did Lydia first and then she did me. Do you want me
to go on?"

"Yes, please," you answer. "I love hearing women talk about sex. It
really turns me on."

"Okay," Julie continues. "Well, after she finished shaving me, Lydia
started to go down on me, but just then the phone rang. Luckily,
Lydia had brought the cordless phone into the bathroom with us so
she was able to answer it, still keeping one hand playing with my
twat. 'Hey Heather,' Lydia said to the phone. 'Yeah, Julie's right
here with me. I've got my finger up in her pussy and was getting
ready to fuck her when you called. Yeah, she's all hot and with her
pussy freshly shaved and everything. Me too. Yeah, you'd *better*
get over here, and hurry up or I'll have her completely fucked out
before you arrive!'

"Heather only lives a few doors down from Lydia, so we were barely
able to get some robes on before the door bell rang. We met Heather
at the door, and as soon as she was inside we attacked her! Lydia
grabbed one of Heather's arms and I grabbed the other and we forced
her down on the floor. Heather pretended to struggle a bit, but we
could tell that she liked it. Lydia unzipped Heather's shorts and
started to lick her pussy while I lifted up Heather's crop-top and
began to suck on her tits; when she's on her back like that you can
hardly see Heather's titties at all but her nipples are really
sensitive. Then I repositioned myself so that my shins were holding
Heather's arms down and lowered my pussy onto her face. Heather
began to eat my pussy, which feels really good when I've just shaved
down there. Lydia made Heather come with her tongue, which was great
because I could feel Heather moaning into my pussy, and then... oh
fuck, I can't continue, you're getting me so hot!"

All the while Julie has been telling you her story you have been
gently playing with her pussy, but now you have started to lick and
suck on her clit as well. "Oh god yes, I'm gonna come! I'm coming!"
Julie cries as her hands press against the back of your head and you
feel her juices flow around your finger.

"Enough talk," Julie says, pulling your head up from her crotch. "I
wanna feel your cock up inside of me."

"You don't seem very nervous for a girl about to lose her cherry,"
you say.

"I might've been at first," Julie says, "but now I'm just horny as
hell."

"You can be on top," you tell her. "That way you can move things at
the pace you want. If anything feels uncomfortable, just let me know
and we'll stop, okay?"

"Okay," Julie responds, but you can tell by the look of lust in her
eyes that she isn't going to want to stop for anything!

You take your robe off and lay down on your back, inviting Julie to
join you. She straddles your hips and pauses, as if she's unsure of
what to do next. "Take my cock in your hands and guide it up inside
of you," you tell her. "Go slowly."

Julie spreads apart her pussy lips with one hand and puts your
cockhead up inside of her with the other. She looks down intently at
what is going on as she takes the first inch-and-a-half of you
inside of her. "It feels bigger than I thought it would," she
remarks.

"Does it hurt?" you ask.

"No," she says. "I'm just not used to it."

"Take your time, honey," you tell her. "There's no need to rush. I'm
not going anywhere!"

Julie flashes you a sweet smile and then returns to the task at
hand. She keeps lowering herself until about half of your cock is
inside of her, and it feels exquisite. Such a tight pussy around
your cock, and knowing that yours is the first makes it even better.
She then starts to move herself up and down on you, but only going
down halfway on your shaft.

"Does it feel good?" you ask.

"Feels great!" Julie replies.

"You can go down further, if you want."

"In a bit; I'm still getting used to this."

You reach up to rub Julie's tits, which she seems to enjoy. Finally,
after several more minutes of fucking the top half of your cock, she
lowers herself further, until she has taken you completely within
her tight hole. She doesn't move much at all, instead just wiggling
back and forth a bit. You rub your hand firmly against her mons,
eliciting a groan of pleasure.

"This is so fucking great, having your cock up inside of me," Julie
remarks.

"Believe me, it's great from my position too," you tell her. "You're
such a beautiful girl." You wrap your arms behind her shoulders and
pull her down to you, giving her a deep kiss. You run your hands
down to her ass cheeks and start to move her up and down, just an
inch or so with each short thrust.

"I'm going to roll you over, okay?" you warn. Julie nods agreement
and the two of you turn so that Julie is now on her back. Julie
closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip as you start to move slowly
inside of her.

After several minutes of slow fucking, Julie asks you to stop for a
bit. "I'm starting to feel a little sore," she explains. "I'm
sorry."

You pull out of Julie's pussy and lay down beside her. "There's
nothing to be sorry about," you assure her.

"Am I doing okay?" she asks.

"Okay? You're doing great, honey!" You push a few stray hair off her
sweaty brown and place a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Maybe I could, you know, suck it for you?" Julie offers.

"That'd be fantastic," you tell her. You get up on your knees and
Julie bends down in front of you.

"We taste good together," Julie remarks after giving your cock a few
good licks. She doesn't take much of your cock into your mouth, but
she makes up for it with youthful enthusiasm and good licking
technique. You grab hold of Julie's braid as she works on you,
giving her words of encouragement.

Eventually, the oral sex is too much for you to bear. "I'm going to
come soon," you tell her.

"Great!" Julie exclaims. "I want to see this!"

"Here," you tell her. "Squeeze my balls, gently, with one hand, and
stroke my cock with the other." She does so, looking up in your eyes
and smiling. "That's good... that's good... oh baby... I'm coming!"

"Oooh!" Julie exclaims as jism starts to spurt out of your cock. She
pulls her hands away as your cock shakes and the first couple of
globs hit her right in the chest between her boobs. The last few
spurts dribble out, landing on your thigh.

"That was so cool!" Julie tells you. "I've never seen anything like
that. How does it taste?"

"Here, try it," you say, wiping the pond of jism from between her
tits with your finger and offering it to her lips.

"Mmmm, that's pretty good," Julie says, suckling on your finger. She
wipes the stray cream from your thigh and lick that off her finger
too.

The two of you spend the next several minutes kissing and cuddling.
"Do you want to give it another go?" you ask her.

"Can you do that?" she asks.

"Yeah," you say. "I probably won't get as hard as I did earlier, but
that's probably better for you anyway."

"Okay," Julie says. You get back into your first position, with
Julie on top and you underneath. Once again she feeds your cock up
inside of her. Once again she starts to fuck you, slowly at first
but after a while she begins to pick up speed. Concentrating fully
on your cock inside of her, Julie is all business, moaning and
groaning as she builds her way up to orgasm. Finally, you bring your
thumb up to her clit and start to rub it, which send her over the
edge.

"So, what did you think?" you ask as Julie slides forward and your
cock slides out of her. "Did you like it?"

"Oh yeah!" Julie exclaims. "That was so great! Wait'll I tell
Heather and Lydia about this!"

To be continued...

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St. Patrick's Day part 8

When Kate and I pick you up at the hotel shortly after noon, you're
grinning from ear to ear. "You'll never guess who came by my room
this morning," you announce as you slide into the back seat of my
car with Kate.

"Who?" I ask, not even trying to guess.

"Julie!" you say.

"Who's Julie?" Kate asks.

"Margo's daughter?" I inquire.

"Yup," you respond.

"Who's Margo?" Kate asks, starting to feel a bit out of the loop.

"What did she want?" I ask.

"What do you think she wanted?" you counter.

"No way!" I exclaim.

"Oh yes indeed!"

"Who's this Julie person?" Kate asks again.

"Just this incredibly hot little eighteen-year-old girl who was a
virgin until David here apparently got ahold of her this morning," I
explain.

"You dog!" Kate remarks, poking you playfully in the ribs.

"This after he fucks the girl's mother yesterday afternoon, and
Julie walks in on them doing it," I explain further.

"You must have a dick of steel!" Kate says, rubbing your crotch
through your pants.

"Keep that up and you might be proven right," you respond as you
slide a hand up under Kate's shirt.

Kate increases the pressure on your cock and wraps her leg over
yours, giving you a deep wet kiss before I call an end to your
horseplay. "All right you two, knock it off back there," I scold.

"But we don't wanna!" Kate pouts.

"I mean it," I say, with just a touch of playfulness. "Or I'll turn
this car right around and take us back home. And don't think I
won't!"

"Aww, I was hoping maybe you'd pull the car over to the side of the
road and give us each a spanking!" Kate responds, causing the three
of us to break out in laughter.

"I'm serious," I say after the laughing calms down. "It's not far to
the mall, and you'll have poor David worked up into a fit just about
the time we're parking the car. Then he'll have to walk through the
parking lot with a big ol' hard on in his pants."

True to my word, we are soon at the mall. As we get out of the car,
you take the opportunity to get a good look at what Kate and I are
wearing this afternoon. Kate has on a blue sleeveless vee-neck shirt
and tight khaki shorts; I'm wearing a denim jumper that displays my
curves quite nicely. Simple outfits, but very effective. Kate takes
you by the hand and pulls you along towards the mall, and I follow
along after locking up the car.

After grabbing lunch in the food court, we wander through the mall a
bit, window shopping and people watching. You are especially taken
by the plethora of mall princesses: the young fourteen- and
fifteen-year-old girls just getting used to their sexuality,
cruising the stores, giggling, and flirting semi-innocently with
boys. "You'll go to prison," I warn. "Nothing says I can't look,"
you counter. "Besides, what makes you think they wouldn't relish the
chance to be introduced into the ways of love by someone like me?"

"Geez, let the guy deflower one virgin and suddenly he's a stud to
all the fresh young ladies," Kate teases. 

When we finally get to the lingerie store, you feel like you've
entered Wonderland. Silk and lace abound, and even though it's all
displayed on mannequins, it doesn't take much for you to imagine
Kate or me wearing the skimpy outfits.

Soon after entering the store we are greeted by the manager. "Kelly!
Kate! So good to see you again!" she exclaims, giving Kate and I
both friendly hugs. She is a stunningly beautiful woman: tall, in
her early thirties with shoulder-length brown hair and smooth olive
skin that gives her beauty an exotic quality. She's dressed in a
white halter suit, the fitted jacket leaving her arms and shoulders
bare and the skirt coming down only to midthigh, giving her a look
that is at the same time professional and extremely sexy.

"Sandra," I say, "this is my friend David. He's visiting from
out-of-town."

"Delighted to meet you," Sandra says to you. "Likewise," you
respond, taking her hand and giving it a kiss.

"Ooh, I like this one," Sandra says to me. "We do too!" I respond.

"Kelly and her friend Gretchen are two of my best customers," Sandra
tells you. "And it appears that Kate here will be following in their
footsteps."

"If what I've seen the past few days is any indication, you're on
the money there!" you respond.

"Well, enjoy your shopping," Sandra tells us. "If you need anything
at all, don't hesitate to let me know." About half a dozen responses
float through your mind at that point, but you wisely manage to keep
them to yourself.

Lingerie shopping turns out to not be nearly as exciting as you had
thought. Sure, Kate and I look through a lot of sexy, skimpy
undergarments, but you really want to see us wearing them, not
holding them! "That's what tonight is for," I assure you.

Still, you manage to occupy your time watching the parade of
attractive women entering the store. Most are alone or with a
friend, with an occasional husband/boyfriend in tow. Most of the
guys have the same look on their faces: a combination of extreme
interest, embarrassment, and fear that their lady might catch them
looking at something they shouldn't.

One customer in particular catches your eye: a long-haired blonde
wearing white shorts and a pink sweater-tee that leaves her naval
exposed. You stare at her for just a bit too long and she notices
you, giving you a coy smile before returning her attention to the
rack of braziers she is paging through. Over the next several
minutes the two of you share a few more furtive glances, until
finally on her way out she slips you a piece of paper with her name
(Nicole) and phone number. "Call me," she mouths to you silently as
her hand lingers on yours before leaving back out into the mall.

"Can't I leave you alone for even a minute?"  I say, startling you.
You turn around quickly to see Kate and I standing, each holding a
shopping bag.

"I didn't do anything," you protest, but Kate and I know better.

"Yeah right," Kate says. "You gave her those bedroom eyes of yours
and it was all she could do to keep from jumping your bones right
here in the store!"

"So, what did you ladies end up getting?" you ask changing the
subject.

"You should have been paying more attention," I tell you. "You'll
just have to wait until this evening. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll
find it worth your wait."

"Of that I have no doubt!" you say, putting your arms around Kate
and my waists and leading us out of the store.

"Thanks again, Sandra," I call over my shoulder.

"You all have fun tonight," Sandra says to us. "We will!" responds
Kate, giving your butt a little squeeze as we exit.

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After leaving the mall, we head on over to a park to enjoy the
abnormally warm weather that Mother Nature is providing us. We act
like kids, playing on the swings and teeter-totters and throwing a
frisbee around for a bit. Your aim with the frisbee doesn't seem to
be too good, but Kate and I suspect that you just like to watch us
have to run around after it!

When we finish in the park, we grab some hotdogs from a corner
street vendor and stop in at a wine and cheese place to pick out a
fresh bottle for this evening. Then we drop you off at the hotel so
that you can gather up your things and check out before heading back
to my apartment. "Take a cab on over when you finish," I tell you.
"We should be ready for your show by the time you arrive, but don't
rush too fast!"

So you take your time packing up, taking the time to dial the phone
number that the cute blonde girl slipped to you in the store. You
only get her machine, so you leave a brief message, saying that
you're flattered but you're leaving town tomorrow. You leave her
your email address, in the hopes that perhaps she'll write to you.

The anticipation builds on your cab ride over to my apartment, so
that by the time you reach the door you're struggling to hold back a
raging erection. There's a post-it on the door: 'Come on in - Have a
seat.'

You open the door and find an apparently empty apartment, though you
figure that Kate and I are hiding back in one of the bedrooms. The
apartment is lit moodily, light dimmed by not so low that you can't
see anything. Several candles have been lit around the room, with a
slight fragerence in the air that you can't quite place. Soft jazz
music pours out of the stereo speakers, flooding the room with a
romantic ambience.

Next to a chair in the living room are the bottle of wine we picked
up earlier, a wine glass, and a bell. A note by the bell reads:
'Ring when ready.' You sit down in the chair and pour yourself a
glass of wine, taking a few swallows and enjoying the building
anticipation. Finally, you reach over and ring the bell.

I emerge from the bedroom first, wearing a luxurious sapphire silk
chemise. With its spaghetti straps and low-cut neckline, it barely
hangs on the tops of my breasts before flowing down my body all the
way to my knees. I lift up the hem of the chemise to show off the
matching bikini thong I am wearing underneath. You give a low
pitched whistle of approval, prompting me to come over and sit on
your lap.

As your hand reaches up to massage my thigh, I lean over you to pick
up the glass of wine. I take a sip and then offer it to your lips,
tilting it up so that you can swallow the red liquid. I take another
drink, this time letting the wine remain in my mouth so that when I
kiss you the wine flows between us, making our wet kiss ever more
sweet.

Your hand moves higher up my thigh until you grasp my thong and
gently tug it down my thighs and past my knees, letting it fall to
the floor around my ankles. Your fingers slide up inside my pussy,
warm, wet and inviting. I moan as your fingers move inside me,
exploring and probing my sex. After a few wonderful minutes I pull
your hand out from my crotch, leaving you to return back into the
bedroom.

After a few moments pass with nothing happening, you pick up the
bell and ring it again. This time Kate emerges, wearing a black
satin strapless bodysuit with push-up cups and a plunge vee-center
along with matching black lace stockings. She parades around the
room for a short bit and then comes over to sit on your lap. She
takes your hand up to her mouth and begins to suck your fingers,
tasting my sex juices on them. You run your hand along her leg,
feeling through the sheer fabric before moving up to her uncovered
upper thigh. With your other arm wrapped around her back you cup her
breast with your free hand, rubbing it firmly through the silky
fabric.

Removing your hand from her leg, you dip your index and middle
fingers into the glass of wine and then bring them up to Kate's
mouth, rubbing them over her pursed lips to coat them with the sweet
nectar. Then your mouth replaces you fingers as you enjoy the taste
of the wine from her sweet mouth. Kate squirms in your lap, causing
your erection in your pants to rage even harder, her ass rubbing
against your cock. Kate stands up, leans over and unfastens your
belt and waistband, reaching her hands down inside to massage your
balls. Then suddenly she stops, turns around and goes back into the
bedroom.

Breathing heavily, you down the rest of the wine in the glass and
pause to rest a moment before ringing the bell again. I'm wearing
black this time as well: a mesh thong teddy with a halter-style
front that opens all the way down to my navel, with a row of red
satin ties in bows across the front holding it together. Though it
covers my breasts and my crotch it hides nothing, the mesh being
open enough that it plainly shows my erect nipples and shaved pussy.

I present myself to you with my arms behind my back, pushing my
chest forward and offering the bows to you to untie. You start at
the bottom near my belly button, working your way up to the top.
With my ample bosom straining against the fabric, you finally undo
the top bow; the fabric springs apart and my tits come free.
Immediately your mouth is on me, sucking on and licking my tits and
nipples. I have to pull myself away from you, prying you off of me
before returning towards the bedroom door.

Before I make it to the room you are ringing the bell again, anxious
to see what Kate is wearing next. I hold the door open for her, and
she comes out wearing a tiny little white baby doll set. The thing
panties are satin and the crop top is a sheer lace, hanging so high
that it barely covers the bottoms of her breasts.

I don't go back into the bedroom, instead staying out to watch as
Kate approaches you. You waste no time, flipping up her top and
massaging her breasts before turning your tongue to her nipples.

After a few minutes of your attention on Kate I come over as well.
Each of us sits on one of your thighs as you move between our two
sets of breasts, rubbing and sucking and licking.

"I guess that two outfits a piece is all I get tonight, huh?" you
say.

"Well, there might be one more surprise waiting..." I say.

"What might that be?" you ask.

In response, Kate and I get off your lap. I take the bell from the
table and give it a ring. Immediately your eyes focus on the bedroom
door, and you are shocked at what emerges: Sandra, the manager from
the lingerie store. She is wearing a simple black sheer bra and
panty set, and a pair of high heels that adds even more height to
her, making it seem as though her legs go on forever.

"Surprise!" Kate says, as Sandra walks seductively across the room
towards you. "Do you like?"

"I think that 'like' is an understatement," you respond.

Sandra stays silent, saying nothing while standing in front of you.
"She's all yours," I whisper into your ear. "Well, we may want to
share," Kate giggles from your other side.

You stand up and approach close to Sandra, a look of lusty
anticipation in her eyes. After taking in her resplendant beauty
with your eyes, you reach around behind her and unfasten her bra,
pulling it forward off of her. Your hands move across her breasts,
perfect 34Cs crowned by erect nipples. You move your hands down her
sides, tracing her hourglass figure down to her thighs. Grasping the
her panties on the sides with each hand you pull them down, dropping
to your knees as you go. A tuft of dark pubic hair covers her mons,
while her pussy lips have been shaven bare. You place your hand
between her thighs, coaxing them open as she moves her legs apart.

Sandra moans as your tongue first touches her labia, licking up one
side and down the other. With your fingers you open her, parting her
like the petals on a flower to get at her sweet nectar. You breathe
in deep the aroma of her sex before pushing in with your tongue.

Soon Kate and I decide to get into the action as well. We stand on
either side of Sandra and turn our attention to her breasts, each of
us licking and sucking on one of her nipples. Sandra begins to pant
with pleasure and the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm rushes
through her veins. Kate and I have to help Sandra stay standing as
her knees weaken and she lets out a deep passionate moan, her juices
now flowing freely over your tongue.

"Oh my god, David," Sandra says as she catches her breath. Kelly and
Kate said that you were really good at that, but I didn't believe
them."

"So we dared her to come over tonight and find out," Kate informs
you.

"Well, I'm certainly glad that you took them up on that," you tell
Sandra as you stand up. "You are an amazingly sexy woman."

"And you," Sandra says as she starts to unbutton your shirt, "must
have a cock by now that is just begging to be fucked!"

Kate and I pull down your trousers while Sandra takes off your
shirt, then the three of us lead you over to sit down on the couch.
Facing you, Sandra straddles you and lowers herself onto your thick
stiff rod, her knees resting on the couch on either side of your
thighs. She is still slick and wet from her orgasm, and her pussy
feels good enveloping you. She holds on to the top of the couch on
either side of your head and starts to fuck you. Kate and I watch
from behind her, as we can see your shaft emerge from her when she
raises up, and the disappear inside of her as she forces herself
down.

Taking full advantage of the situation, I get down on the floor
under your legs and reach up with my face to lick your balls while
you continue to enjoy Sandra's fucking. Kate gets down onto the
floor and crawls between my thighs, giving my pussy a wonderful
tonguing.

After having a second orgasm, Sandra gets off of you to take a
breather. Before you can grab a moments rest, however, Kate is upon
you. Facing away from you, she lowers her tiny body onto you,
enveloping your cock within her tight horny pussy. You place your
hands around Kate's waist and lift her up and down. "Oh fuck, I'd
forgotten how good this was!" Kate exclaims as she rides you.

"You haven't felt nothing yet," I respond. Still on the floor
between your legs, I turn around so that I am facing Kate's pussy,
stuffed with your throbbing cock, and start to lick her clit. It
doesn't take long for Kate to come, her pussy squeezing like a vice
around your cock.

"My turn," I say, pulling Kate off of you. I have you sit up a
little straighter so that we can be directly face to face as I sit
in your lap, feeling your cock enter up inside of me. My breasts
press into your chest as we kiss deeply, rocking back and forth
together with you inside of me. Out of the corner of my eye I can
see Kate, still horny, going with Sandra back into the bedroom.

"Kelly," you say to me, "you are the best friend any guy could ever
ask for."

"I bet you say that to all the girls who bring home women in
lingerie for you to have sex with!" I say, causing you to laugh.
"Now let's get down on the floor so that you can give me a good
proper fucking."

We get up out of our position off the couch and down onto the floor.
I lie back on the rug, opening my legs in invitation. You want to
pick my pussy a bit first, so I let you before finally I can stand
it no longer. "Fuck me now..." I growl. You get up between my legs
and thrust into me hard. I cry with pleasure as you bang into me, my
tits jiggling with each thrust. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I cry
out, coming closer and closer to orgasm. Finally I explode, and you
right along with me, filling my pussy with your come as a wave of
pleasure flows over me.

Slowly I stand, wiping with my finger the stray bits of your jism
escaping from my hole and licking it clean. I reach down with my
hand and pull you up to stand next to me. Silently, we put our arms
around each other's waists and walk naked over to the bedroom to
peer in on Kate and Sandra.

It is quite a site we see on the bed before us: Kate, small and
lithe, curly red hair and freckled alabaster skin, entwined with
Sandra, tall and exotic. Each so different yet both examples of high
beauty, merged together in sexual union.

They are in a lazy half-sixty-nine position, Sandra on her back but
leaning up and Kate laying half on the bed and half across Sandra's
side. Kate is licking full force at Sandra's pussy, while Sandra is
enjoying the pleasure and lazily moving a finger in and out of
Kate's tight snatch. Once Sandra comes, she rolls Kate over onto her
back and dive's into Kate's crotch, moving her tongue deep inside of
the young Irish lass.

The four of us spend all night fucking, well past two a.m., trying
out every perceivable combination, and a few that none of us had
even imagined before. Sandra, you are able to inform me, is an
excellent cocksucker, using a technique you've never encountered
before that leaves you crying for mercy as she squeezes the come
from your balls and down her throat.

But all good things must come to an end, and eventually we all tire
out. Kate and Sandra give us each hugs and kisses goodbye, and Kate
makes you promise to call her when next you come to town. Sandra
expresses how wonderful it was to meet you and thanks us for sharing
this evening with her, asking me to stop back by the lingerie shop
anytime, preferably with Gretchen in tow as well.

After saying good-bye to our friends, you and I barely make it back
into the bed before falling asleep in each other's arms.

to be concluded...

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St. Patrick's Day - Coda

"Good morning sunshine!" you exclaim, pulling open the curtains and
letting the light pour into the room.

I sit up in the bed, rubbing my eyes and the sheet falls down off my
front, still naked from last night's activities. "What time is it?"
I ask, just a bit groggy.

"10:15," you inform me.

"Damn," I say. "That only gives us an hour before we have to leave
for the airport. I was hoping to get some morning sex in, but we
don't have time to fit that in along with both of us having to
shower and get cleaned up."

"Well," you suggest, "we could always shower together and combine
that with the sex."

"That's what I like about you, David," I say as I get up from the
bed and head towards the bathroom. "Always on top of things."

The warm water feels great on more body, almost as great as your
soapy hands. You lather me up, paying close attention to my breasts
and crotch, but also sensuously washing my back. As you stand behind
me and wash my long dark hair, I grab hold of your cock and slide it
up inside of my pussy. As you rinse the shampoo out of my hair, your
cock slides inside of me, fucking me with a soapy slickness until I
come.

Then I bathe you, cleaning you and washing your hair before settling
in and giving you a soapy handjob. Your come splashes onto my belly,
necessitating your washing me off again before we can exit the
shower and get dressed.

"What time does Gretchen's flight arrive?" you ask in the bedroom as
you watch me get dressed, pulling on a pair of pale pink denim
shorts.

"About fifteen minutes after yours departs," I tell you.

"One might suspect that you planned it that way," you say.

I fasten my bra behind me and pull my white cotton top down over my
head. "One might suspect that," I agree.

"Of course," you say, pulling on your trousers, "this means that if
my flight is delayed, I'll finally get to meet this Gretchen of
yours."

"You'll probably be the only person there hoping that his flight is
late," I smile. I come over and button up your shirt for you, then
give you a light kiss and a pat on the ass. "C'mon, lover, let's
go."

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At the airport, you are slightly disappointed to see that for once
everything seems to be running smoothly. "Don't fret, I'm sure
you'll get a chance to finally meet Gretchen someday," I assure you.

"If she's even half as sexy as you make her out to be, it'll be
worth the wait," you tell me.

"She entirely as sexy as I make her out to be--probably even more
so," I respond.

As we stand in line for you to pick up your boarding pass, I ask if
you have your seat assignment yet. You tell me that you haven't, so
I tell you to ask for 18E.

"But that's a center seat," you protest.

"Haven't you learned anything this weekend?" I scold you. "Just
trust me. 18E."

As the flight attendants make the final boarding call, we share a
final hug and kiss goodbye. "Thank you for a wonderful St. Pat's
holiday," you tell me. "I won't soon forget it."

"And thank you for coming. It was a blast," I respond, not wanting
to let go. "I can hardly wait for next month."

"It'll be hard to top this, but I'll certainly try."

As much as you hate to leave, you finally head off down the
concourse and onto the plane. After stowing your carry-on you find
your seat: 18E. The wisdom of my choice becomes clear, as you see
that the occupant of 18F, next to the window, is a lovely young
woman with short, wavy light brown hair and a pretty smile. You
whisper an inaudible 'thank you' to me as you sit down in your
chair. "Hi, my name's David," you introduce yourself.

"Amy," the woman responds. "Pleased to meet you."

"So, Amy, are you going home or leaving on a trip?"

"Heading home, I just got through visiting my cousin. Yourself."

"Heading home as well, from visiting a good friend. Did you have a
good time."

"Yes it was nice. And you?"

"The best," you say.

The End.

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