Hamn Magasinet

Well after my “encounter” with Bob and his fantasy about looking at girls in their panties I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Sure I had a fun night and it was certainly a thrill to let him play out a part of his fantasy but things had been cut short by the untimely arrival of his wife and I wanted the game to last a bit longer. It was the first time I’ve ever done something like that. I couldn’t believe I actually gave the husband of one of my co-workers a pair of my white cotton panties and encouraged him to go home and masturbate with them.
Fortunately for me. Bob also wanted more.
It didn’t take more than three days really. I had spent those days enjoying teasing Nikki at work about her husband. Nikki was always one to brag about her extra marital affairs and I found it a bit of nice pay back that I knew her husband was up to no good when she didn’t.
Now don’t get me wrong. I think it’s perfectly healthy for two consenting married adults to have other interests as long as both parties are in agreement to the fact. My husband knows I tend to stray from time to time and he likes that. I too know he will occasionally wander from the path of what some would call virtue. As long as it’s just for fun and nothing serious then by all means. The problem with Nikki is she does it behind Bob’s back.
I teased her on Monday asking her if she would allow Bob to have his own affairs while she was off having hers. She honestly found it amusing that she was getting away with it while he waited at home for her. So any guilt I may have had for playing games with Bob went away real fast. I even vowed I was going to make sure I hooked up with Bob again. The poor man needed a bit more sexual fun in his life and I hoped to give it too him.
As I said though. It only took 3 days. Seems Bob remembered my phone number and wasn’t afraid to call me when certain urges came about.
The first time was on the Wednesday after our first meeting. I was watching TV when the phone rang.
“Hello.” I said.
“Hey Lynn, It’s Bob.” He said, sounding a bit nervous. I suppose he was afraid he wasn’t suppose to call. Truthfully I was ecstatic. And lucky my husband had gone into work early that night too so I was simply sitting home all alone. I was watching Star Trek but then Enterprise was always a lesser substitute to the Next Gen anyway so talking sex on the phone simply appealed to me more.
“Hey! Bob, how are you?” I said in a very cheerful voice.
“Nervous” he answered, very honestly too I must add.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Didn’t know if I should call or not. ” he told me. So I decided to make a small rule for our little “affair”
“I tell you what Bob, I’ll make a deal with you.” I told him. “You can call me any time about anything as long as you agree to not be upset or mad if I tell you I can’t talk at that time. OK?”
“Anything?” he said. He sounded nervous. I knew what he was thinking.
“Yes Bob anything. But only if you don’t get mad if I can’t talk.” I explained. Seemed like a good deal. I figured I better give him my cell phone number too. That way he wouldn’t get all freaked out if my husband answered the phone.
He agreed to my rules and I gave him the new number.
“So tell me honestly. Why did you call tonight?” I asked him after that.
“I was thinking about Sunday.” he told me.
“And?” I said with a playful sound in my voice.
“I felt bad for hanging up on you, I wanted to say I am sorry.” he said. His voice did shake a bit. I think he was worried that reminding me would make me hang up or not.
“Oh silly boy.” I said with humor. “You were done anyway.”
“I still felt bad.” He said.
“Well. Your not the first guy to cum and run with me Bob.” I said followed by my best flirty giggle. To this Bob only had silence.
“You still there?” I said after a few seconds.
“Yea” was all he said. Had me a bit worried there for a minute. He actually sounded a bit upset.
“What’s wrong Bob?” I asked. sounding honestly concerned.
“It’s just I’ve been thinking about Sunday a lot the last couple of days.” He said
“Thinking about it? or fondly remembering it?” I said. Making sure my smile sounded in my voice.
He actually laughed. “Fondly remembering it would be one way to say it”
I got the hint. He’d been remembering it all right. I have to say knowing that really gave me a rush.
“Do you still have the gift I gave you?” I asked him. Though I knew the answer already and wasn’t surprised when he told me he did.
“Have you been using them?” I asked. I figured it was time to just get to the game.
“yes, a few times anyway.” He told me honestly.
“Just a few?” I asked trying to sound falsely disappointed.
“It’s only been three days Lynn” he said, actually sounding amused.
“So at least three times then right?” I said.
To that he laughed. “Honestly?” he ask.
“Yes. Please be honest about everything we say Bob. It just isn’t going to be as fun if your not. I don’t care what you may say.” I told him. It was important to lay that ground rule down as well.
“Ok.” He said. “I’ve used them twice since Sunday.”
“Only Twice?” I said trying to sound hurt even though I wasn’t. “I’d have thought you’d of cummed thinking about Sunday at least six times by now.” I didn’t really believe that but I was trying to make the game interesting.
“You asked me how many times I used them, not how many times I came since then.” he corrected me. I must admit this correction peaked my interest greatly.
“So you came without using them?” I asked. I tried to sound Jealous but my interest was too peaked and I sounded more eager to know I am sure.
“Yes.” was his simple reply.
“How many?” I asked. With a slight quiver in my voice.
“Four times.” He admitted. The followed quickly by “I hope that’s ok.”
“Of course it is.” I told him. “I think that’s hot. How did you the other two times?”
“Do you really want to know?” he asked.
“Yes I do. Very much.” I said. “But only if you want to tell me.” I added.
“Sure.” He said. “I’ll tell you.”
“Awesome!” I said. “Tell me about all four since Sunday.”
Bob agreed and went on to tell me about the 4 times he’d cummed in those three days. The first time was on Monday. Nikki had come home the night before so Bob had just stashed the white cotton panties I had given him and they went to bed.
On Monday Bob told me how he got home from work and was really turned on after thinking about me all day long. He told me how excited he was to see Nikki had already left for work and he had the house all to himself. He said he didn’t waist much time. He went to the bed room and got my Panties from under the bed where he had stashed them. He then took them and laid them on his bed. Then he pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked himself thinking about how they looked when they were still on me. He told me he wanted to wrap them on his cock to use like that but they were still damp and crusty from his cum the night before. So he settled for just looking at them while he remembered. He said it didn’t take him long though before he was Cumming. He even told me how he tried to cum on my panties but some shot a bit too far and got on the bed spread. I certainly wasn’t going to complain about that.
At that point I was really turned on and had slid my hand inside my Jean shorts and was lightly touching myself. I thought about telling Bob I was doing that but I was content to hear his stories from the last couple of days. I didn’t want to get him on the present just yet.
The second time was later that same night. And he seemed nervous to tell me. It took some prodding on my part but I did get him to agree to tell me. Boy was I glad I did too because what he told me made me really hot.
Seems Nikki came home from work a bit worried about something. Someone, she didn’t tell Bob who, had somehow got her worried that Bob may cheat on her. According to Bob she was really worried about this too. He sort of hinted that he suspected me but I didn’t admit to anything and he didn’t push it. Anyway, Nikki felt she needed to do something about that. And Lucky for Bob she had made up her mind on the way home she was going to do it that night.
Bob was a bit worried I’d be Jealous by his admitting this but in all honestly I found that very arousing.
Sure I didn’t really care for Nikki much. I worked with her a few days a week and she was always a bitch but she wasn’t hurting in the looks department. Like me she was on the better side of average anyway. Taller and a bit thinner than me, maybe about 5′-10″ but I am just guessing. She, like me, was round in the back side but I am certain my butt is a bit bigger than hers..
I remember on Monday checking her out with Bob in mind thinking that he must really like the view of her in her panties when he manages to sneak a peak. She was also larger in the chest too but most of my checking of her on Monday was with Bob’s panty fetish in mind so I didn’t pay much mind to that, well at least at that time. I did however spend a lot of time watching her and looking at her ass. Sometimes in the mirror as she cut someone’s hair, sometimes when she was walking across the room, or sometimes when she bent over to pick something up.
I am not into girls but I could admit she could be sexy and had a very nice ass. I was even a bit Jealous when I first was checking it out but then I remembered how hot Bob got seeing my ass in my panties and that went away real quick.
I really wanted to hear what happened. First Bob simply said. “we had sex” but as anyone who’s been reading this story will know that simply wasn’t going to be enough information for me. I want details. As many as Bob was willing to tell me. Just the thought that I got Bob Laid by my prodding of Nikki at work gave me a thrill I can’t explain and I wanted to know all about it.
So with a bit more prodding by me, Bob went on to tell me a few more details. He told me how she came home acting more loving than she had in a very long time. She started by Kissing him when she saw him. Something she hardly ever did but Bob didn’t stop her. From there it moved to the bed room. More kissing and Bob found her hands moving all over his body. He told me how he took her shirt off slowly to find a white satin bra under it and how he couldn’t help but think of when I showed him my bra in the Bathroom at the Bar.
Then he then took off her pants and found her wearing soft Pink satin Panties. Bikini cut from what he told me. He then guided her on the bed. She was letting him take charge for once and he was using it for his advantage. He turned her on her tummy with the idea that he was going to give her a sensual massage. Something most girls will not turn down. I know I rarely do.
So he massaged her back for awhile but he admitted to me the whole time he did that he was looking at her butt. He didn’t often get to see her like this and he wanted to soak it all in. She had taken her Bra off while he was massaging her back. So by the time his hands reached her butt she was only in her Panties and a pair of socks from what Bob told me. She moved to take her panties off when he started to rub her butt but he stopped her. At first he thought that she might object but she just shrugged and laid back down to enjoy her Massage.
As he rubbed her butt through her satin panties he was getting very hard so he began to take off his clothing between sessions of grabbing. After a few minutes he managed to get naked. He told me how he kneeled next her to on the bed so that his cock would rest on her butt cheek and he could feel her satin panties while he continued the massage.
At this point in the story I had given up teasing myself. At some point, I didn’t know when, I had slid my jean shorts to my knees and I was on the couch with my hand inside my own panties and my middle finger rubbing inside my pussy. I made sure to note I was wearing Cotton panties again. These ones were high cut and Black. I also made sure to remind myself to tell Bob that before the end of the phone call, but I didn’t want to interrupt the story so I just kept it to myself for the time being. I think in a normal situation I would have taken my Panties off but some how I felt keeping them on was more fitting to what we were sharing.
Bob went on with his story. Nikki let him touch her for some time but at some point she got tired of laying there while Bob squeezed her butt and so she sat up. She took Bob’s cock in her hand and began to stroke it while they sat on the bed. He took advantage of her being topless and spend some time touching and sucking on her tits. Naked Tits were something he hadn’t seen in a while and he admitted enjoying his time playing with hers.
When I saw Nikki on Monday I couldn’t help myself from checking out her butt thinking of Bob’s Panty fetish. Hearing about this Wednesday night I actually found myself looking forward to seeing Nikki on Thursday just so I could check out her tits. I even found myself hoping she’d wear something revealing to work that day too so I could get a good look. I honestly found myself a bit shocked with that realization but also aroused so I didn’t fight it.
Bob then told me how Nikki pushed him back onto the bed, then took his cock into her mouth. Bob’s voice was getting deeper as he told me about it and I knew he was touching himself.
Nikki sucked him for sometime and Bob enjoyed every minute of it. So much that he didn’t notice that she had somehow slipped her panties off during the blow job. He also admitted to me at that time he was glad he’d jerked off earlier in the night since he was certain he wouldn’t have lasted as long as he did.
Bob found out Nikki took her panties off when she climbed on him and slid his hard cock into her. She then rode him hard. Bob spend the whole time she was bouncing on him playing with her tits. Sucking them, pinching them, making the nipples hard. He was very specific about them. I told him to describe them to me. They were big and round, D cup, with larger dark spots and big nipples that really stood out when they were hard. This last part was something I found myself actually knowing since I remembered Nikki had a habit of showing off the temperature in the salon when things got a bit on the cool side.
I found Bob’s descriptions of her tits very exciting. I couldn’t believe I was actually touching myself thinking of another girls tits. I didn’t even like her but the though of checking out her tits the next day was giving me Goosebumps. What a game this was turning out to be.
I also couldn’t help but notice Bob was actually trying to pull one over on me. On Sunday he admitted how much he liked to check out panties on girls and I more than willingly showed him my panties. I couldn’t help but think his description here was an attempt to get me to show him my tits the next time we saw each other.
“What a sly guy” I thought to myself.
I made a note to myself at that point NOT to show him my tits if we saw each other again. Not to be mean but simply to make the game more interesting. Not that I didn’t want to. I’d show him in a hart beat. Heck, I felt like inviting him over at that very moment for a full on naked fuck fest but I was having fun drawing this out a bit so I just sat back with my hands in my panties, Jilling off, while he told me about how Nikki fucked him Monday night.
She rode him while he spend some needed time with her tits. After awhile she had an orgasm but Bob wasn’t sure if she faked it or not. I really didn’t think he cared.
After she came/faked it he pushed her off of him and was bent on taking charge again. She didn’t stop him as he got her on her hands and knees and entered her from behind. He told me how he fucked her from behind looking at her ass the whole time but picturing mine. Sure part of me thought he may just be saying that since he was on the phone with me but I didn’t care. My finger was working fast at that point. Too fast to worry about those details. He told me how he banged into her hard and fast while his cock swelled up. The he told me he was picturing my ass in my panties, bent over in front of him, when he fucked her like that. He told me how his cock throbbed and swelled and how he pulled out his cock and shot cum all over Nikki’s ass.
That was enough for me. My orgasm gushed out of me like a water fall. Even though I myself had had sex with my husband a couple of times since Sunday I felt like I had just released three days worth of built up pressure and I couldn’t help but squeal a bit on the phone as I gushed.
I panted, Bob Laughed.
“You liked that?” he asked.
“Yes I did.” I told him. “I’ll never look at Nikki the same way again.” I admitted. He simply laughed again at that.
“You came didn’t you?” he asked. He knew, but he asked anyway.
“Yes I did.” I admitted. “you?” I asked.
“No but I am rock hard and touching it.” He told me.
“Good.” I said. “are you using anything?” I asked. thinking about the Panties I gave him.
I was a bit disappointed when he said. “No. Nothing rate now.”
“Do you want me to go get them?” He asked. “I washed them last night.”
“Did you use them last night again? I asked. I knew he was home alone because Nikki had mentioned going out with her boyfriend again that night at work. No doubt to fuck the guy enough to get her night with Bob out of her system. She almost seemed like she was marking her territory. I couldn’t wait for the next time I got to trespass in her territory.
“Yes, to be honest.” he replied to my question about using my panties. “I just couldn’t help myself” he continued.
“And you washed them?” I asked.
“Yes.” he said.
“Alone?” I asked.
“Well no.. I put them in with another load.” He admitted.
“What else?” I asked. Suspecting the answer.
“Other undergarments.” He admitted.
“You washed mine with hers?” I asked. “weren’t you afraid they would get mixed up and you’d leave mine with hers?”
“No I made sure to take them out rate away.”
I found this amusing. Part of me couldn’t help but wonder if Bob had only used mine and only mine on Tuesday but I felt it best to just continue on with the hear and now. I had a very hard guy on the phone and I certainly wasn’t going to let him off the phone until I fixed that problem.
“What about the 4th time?” I asked. Needing to know.
“That was just me alone in the shower this morning.” He said. “I guess I must have had sweat dreams the night before.”
I just took a moment to picture that. Bob, alone in the shower Jerking off. No doubt while Nikki slept in the next room. I found myself enjoying the image.
“Do you want me to go get them?” He asked again, breaking me from my brief day dream.
I was feeling naughty. So I came up with a different plan. “No, I want you to get something else.”
He sounded nervous when he asked “what?”
“I want you to find the Pink panties Nikki wore on Monday when you fucked her.”
“Really?” He asked. I guess he couldn’t believe it. “Alright, hang on.”
I heard him set the phone down. I guess he didn’t have a cordless. I waited a bit, hearing some noises on the line. Sounded like he was opening a drawer. I never asked him but I figured out he was in the bed room and was now going through her panty drawer. I found this hot.
“Ok I got them.” He said.
“You sure they are the same ones?” I asked.
“Yep.” he replied. “Only ones like this she has.”
“I want you to use those for me.” I told him. “But picture me wearing them.” I went on.
“Do you have ones like this?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you later Bob.” I explained. “Rate now I want you to picture me wearing Nikki’s panties.”
“Ok” he said.
“Wrap them around your cock” I said.
Turns out he already did.

We met on a singles phone line late at night, my usual time of heightened arousal. I was a social worker by day, and jack off addict by night. I loved talking a man through an orgasm. There were plenty of willing subjects to meet online, but I was selective. They had to be cunning and well educated in order to interest me.
I took a wicked pleasure in withholding a true release from my partner on the phone line. Yeah, I faked it. The simple fact was that I craved listening to that final grunt, growl, whimper, or out and out primal scream each man made as he climaxed for me. Jadrian called my bluff though. We spoke several times before he let me listen to him. In those conversations he got to know me on a level that I still don’t understand to this day. He was too attentive for his own good. I remember the first phone escapade well. He called close to 1am. We exchanged some inane chatter during which he caught me playing. I spiced up my breathing and faked a beautiful performance. He in turn started on what sounded like an authentic cock pleasuring session, then mid moan he burst into an evil laughter I’ll never forget.
What the hell? I thought to myself. “Are you ok, Sweety?” I asked.
“I’m fine M’lady.” That’s what Jadrian liked to call me. Later he learned to used my real name when he wanted to finally bring me off, a taunt I had no resistance for.
He continued with, “Though if you’re going to hear me cum for you, I expect you to return the favor, not put on a five star box office performance like you just attempted. Don’t ’sweety’ me, I’m wise to your impish tricks. What’s the matter? Don’t you think I can bring you over the edge?”
“Uh, erm…no that’s not it,” I stuttered almost incoherently. All the eloquent verbage that I constructed so effortlessly at work, now escaped my tongue. It was reduced to faltering swear words.
“Then quit this game you play, this little venture where you cheat yourself out of all the fun in finishing. I’m not like the other pricks on here who are so fixated on their own pulsing fuck rods that they can’t pick up on the fact that you’re over there doing your dishes while they jack off. I know you like being in control, and you’re damn talented at it too. Though your sexy little voice isn’t enough for me to oblige you. Don’t underestimate me and don’t underestimate yourself, or I’ll make that timid pussy of yours cum for me a thousand times before you’ll hear me have any fun.
His dissertation stopped me dead in my manipulative tracks. I’d never encountered anyone on the phone with such brazenness. His comments shocked me so compellingly I didn’t have time to entertain any embarrassment.
I’d met my match, and it was never so pleasurably frightening a feeling. From that instance on, Jadrian had me by the short hairs so to speak, and I was completely enthralled with the idea to boot. I looked forward to our midnight chatter.
Real life inexperience never hindered the imaginative conversations we shared. Jadrian quickly learned how to make me lose myself in the moment and down right beg to be fucked. It was always a weeknight when he called, and usually Tuesday. The smoke from the club still tainted his voice with a husky overtone, and the adrenaline from dancing still coursed his libido. I was generally fast asleep when the phone rang. Sometimes he’d have to call twice to wake me. I’d have been bitterly angry if it were anyone else summoning me at such an ungodly hour, but I waited anxiously for Jadrian’s voice. Even deep in sleep, my body ached to be stroked by his well crafted imagination. With such a healthy appetite for masturbation, it was difficult to rest on Tuesday evenings. Somehow I managed though, and often times, it was after getting off one or two guys on the phone before hitting the sheets.
One early morning still lingers in my mind. The clock read 2:31 when the phone rang. Jadrian was busy leaving a message on my answering machine when I finally awakened enough to pick up the receiver.
The conversation progressed like clockwork. He had me panting and pawing at myself within seconds. His words were calculated to the millisecond. Jadrian waited to speak until that instance where I was balancing delicately between yearning and palatable fulmination.
“I hope you don’t plan on cumming anytime soon, M’lady. I don’t think you’ve ever let me climax first in all the times we’ve had these midnight interludes.” Jadrian said matter of factly.
“Please,” I implored him. “Please let me cum!”
I had all the patience in the world when dealing with belligerent teens, strung out drug addicts, and any other sort of individual I encountered at work. De-escalating myself was a completely different task. I’d never been able to wait for Jadrian’s approval when I climaxed. Though that was his intent all along, to force me out of control.
Another few minutes passed and my sheets were soaked. I was sure he’d coaxed every last bit of pleasure out of me.
“Thank you Carolina! A beautiful performance, much more enjoyable than the first, as are all of them.” I heard Jadrian sigh contently as someone tapped loudly on my apartment door.
“Jeezus, there’s someone knocking at my door!” I jumped up and frantically fought my way into a bathrobe.
“Maybe you should answer it.” Jadrian suggested, without hesitation.
“Hell no, not with the crazies that live in this complex. What on earth are you smoking?”
“Just take a peek out the peephole then. Maybe it’s an emergency.”
Perhaps it was the apartment manager coming downstairs to tell me to keep my moaning down, I thought to myself. The smiles he gave me as I left for work some mornings led me to believe that he’d heard me on more than one occasion. I let one timid eye peer out into the hallway again.
“Jadrian, he’s young, he’s bald, and he wearing leather. I am NOT answering the door. I’m hanging up and calling the police.
“Look again,” Jadrian urged as I heard a fourth rapping on the door.
“No, you’re insane.” I defied, taking one last glance outside, contrary to my better judgement. Jadrian’s voice now resonated in stereo. I could recognize his sordidly tempting chuckle out of a thousand other laughs. It made me salivate like one of Pavlov’s dogs each and every time I heard it.
I distinguish the small black object in the vistor’s hand out to be a cell phone. Holy shit! Jadrian was standing right outside my apartment door.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” I questioned him. All my internal organs leap up into my throat.
“Oh, the crazy man down the hall let me in,” He snickered, peering back at me through the peep hole. “I can go back to my hotel room if you like.”
Many times I’d fantasized about meeting Jadrian, though oddly enough I’d never pictured us here in my apartment, on my old creaky daybed. Most often I saw myself trysting with him at the airport and ravaging him in a bathroom stall. Jadrian wasn’t the type of man that made me meditate on romantic interludes with roses and champagne. He called out of me an animalistic appetite. Sometimes it felt as if I magically turned into a whole other woman on the phone.
Upon entering, Jadrian surveyed my room , nodding when he saw or heard something he might recognize from our phone calls.
“Nice” he said as he sat down on my rickety old daybed.
“Nice” I questioned?
“Yes Nice” Jadrian smirked and patted the wet spot on my sheets that he’d caused minutes before. “Come sit down with me Carolina.”
I couldn’t do anything but sit there and give him a nervous grin.
“Oh that’s right. You don’t fancy young bald men in leather, do you Carolina?” He asked the question, lingering on my name. “Is this time inconvenient? Shall I let you get back to sleep.”
I picked up a brush on the table by my bed and ran it through my long blonde locks, trying to allow some time for the shock to wear off.
“Why are you clear down here in Missouri? Chicago is hours from Springfield.” I questioned Jadrian as I wiped the last bit of sleep from my eyes.
“Well, as much as I’d love to tell you that my sole purpose for being here is to awaken you and fulfill your every pleasure, the truth is that I’m down here visiting some old college buddies. They’re still downtown closing the bar tonight. Jadrian took the brush from my hand and began brushing my hair.
“I never pictured it so soft, your hair I mean. There is so much a photograph can’t tell.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, we’ve never really even seriously talked about meeting that I can remember.” I said, my sleepy consciousness trying to bring reason to the situation.
Jadrian’s features looked softer now that I could recognize him as someone other than a stranger banging on my door in the middle of the night.
“I honestly didn’t mean to frighten you Carolina. Perhaps I got too carried away with the idea of surprising you. Are you okay with this?” His voice sounded much more sincere. It was unlike the polite storybook gentleman tone that he usually twisted with a coy sarcasm.
I considered the brief time that had passed since Jadrian had me writhing on my bed sheets. True, I was frightened, but not shaken enough to ask him to leave.
He reeked of cigarette smoke. Any other time, the scent would have disgusted me but in this moment, it reminded me of what he might have smelled like during the previous conversations we’d shared after he came in from clubbing.
“I guess I’m a bit unnerved, but it’s nice to have your company.” I closed my eyes and leaned back against his chest.
He put the brush down and ran his own fingers through my hair. Then he cupped each of my shoulders with a firm grasp and began to massage. I was sure that his intent was to relax me again, but every variation of his touch made my body more tense with arousal. Once Jadrian realized the effect, his hands became more daring. His fingertips traced the sides of my sensitive chest, and down over my waistline.
I’d always been a little insecure about my wide hips and ample breasts, but he touched me as if I was the only thing he craved. I still hadn’t taken a good look at Jadrian. Though even after he’d already made me cum, the scent of his faded cologne, the electric touch of his solid hands, and the tickle of his short goatee against my neck, once again excited me. I couldn’t choke the wails escaping my lips.
“M’lady, you moan so wildly. Surely I couldn’t have learned all of your erogenous zones in the matter of a few minutes,” he paused. ” It’s not like I’m fucking you dear Carolina.” Jadrian spoke to me, emphasizing the last phrase against my neck with a deep throaty tonicity. He then pulled away from me, and scooted off of the bed, taking a seat in a chair across the room.
“Sit up, it’s time for the show.” Jadrian directed me.
“What do you mean?” I asked him with a hint of dismay in my voice.
“The morning is full of surprises. You’re going to perform for me.” Jadrian’s voice sauntered into the tone he used with me on the phone. I knew what he wanted.
“Perform? What the hell do you mean?”
“Go on M’lady. You know what I mean. Open the curtain.”
Reluctantly, I drew a timid hand inside my robe, and pressed it between the sweet velvety folds of my pussy. Jadrian’s gaze added as much tension as I relieved while rubbing my clitoris in slow ungainly circles. My nipples hardened against the open air. I couldn’t look at him. Did he really expect me to cum on the spot like this?
“Hell, I can’t do this,” I exclaimed. I felt like I was back in 5th grade, trying to complete some silly experiment for the science fair.
“Don’t do it for me then,. Do it for yourself.”
Closing my eyes helped a little. It freed my thoughts, letting them wander back to all the times I’d heard Jadrian teetering on the verge of an orgasm. Somehow the intense way Jadrian dealt with me had made me forget the simple fact that all of this banter excited him too. I looked across the room to see that he’d unzipped pants with a full erection protruding. Both of his hands still rested on the arms of the chair.
“I’m sorry M’lady. Is this too intrusive?” I can put it away.” Jadrian teased incessantly, flexing his rigid tool as he spoke.
Once again, I was too shocked to be frightened or embarrassed. I closed my eyes, and went back to focusing on my clit, still the image of his delicious looking cock was before my eyes. I rubbed faster, less clumsily, oblivious to the fact that my robe was now fully agape. The profile of my bouncing hips and breasts carried out for Jadrian to enjoy.
Enjoy he did, I looked over at him again when I heard soft stifled moans coming from across the room. It was one thing to hear his pleasure noises on the phone several hundreds of miles away. Though now I was witnessing them come from across my own dimly lit living room. The scene induced far too much torture than I cared to endure.

My cock-smitten gaze seemed the last straw for him too. Several times Jadrian told me that I underestimated my effect on him. That statement was believable when I finally felt him slide into bed next to me. It was the classic trashy sex scene, but still clad with all the excitement of a real life moment. He was a stranger and a familiar lover in my bed all at once.
“M’lady, you taunt me more than I dreamed.” Jadrian whispered to me while caressing the arm that led down between my legs. I couldn’t stop the friction. It felt too divine. Jadrian pulled my hand away though.
“No” I told him. “No, I need to cum, I have to cum.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure of that.” Jadrian spread my legs, and I unthinkingly wrapped them around the back of his waist.
“Easy!” Jadrian chortled at me.
I was so wet the head of his cock popped right inside my pussy. Jadrian gave a few short thrusts to make sure I could easily take him deeper.
“I bet I know what you really want Carolina. I bet all along you’ve just wanted someone to fuck you like they know you.”
“God yes,” I exclaimed, in response both to Jadrian’s assumption, and to the way it felt to finally have him inside of me.
His cock found a special rhythm of thrusting in long and unhurried, then quickly pulling out to make my hole as closed as it could be. This rhythm forced out of me the sepulchral moans that had always driven Jadrian to the brink of insanity. He kept the pace while beginning to call out.
“Carolina,” My pussy tightened as I heard him whimper my name the first time.
“Carolina,” I clawed at my sheets, trying to hold the ecstasy as long as I could.
“Carolina,” Jadrian stopped thrusting, but continued calling my name.
“Carolina, Carolina, Carolina” He looked down into my eyes while every fiber of my being trembled beneath him.
“Let it go Carolina” One last propulsion of his cock sent my vagina quaking around him. It was so intense I couldn’t even muster the energy to scream.
In the intensity of the moment, Jadrian drew himself out of me and buried his face into my full breasts. He nipped and bit at my hard nipples. They were more sensitive than ever after an orgasm.
Next, he slid his mouth down my body, savoring my round belly, my sweat, and my heat as he nestled his nose betwixt my legs. His touch was no longer slow and delicate. I could tell Jadrian had his own pleasures in mind as he strained his inflexible tongue inside me. Visions of airport bathroom stalls flashed within my mind as I saw him lift his head with a sex-drenched goatee.
Jadrian put a hand on each of my knees and forced them up toward my chest. It felt liberating to finally let him take me as he wanted to. Jadrian was too excited now to effectively pull off any of his own coy bullshit. What could be more honest than feeling him lose control inside of me?
He began fucking me again, stealing my ability to form a coherent thought. The emanation of his sweat overpowered what was left of the cologne. Jadrian went on calling my name, now pleading as he said it, begging for release.
Each thrust inside drove me closer to losing control again, tighter, wetter, louder. My obedient breasts bounced with the same rhythm as Jadrian entered me. With one last labored breath, Jadrian lunged and unloaded inside me, as deep as he could fire. My own sopping gorge convulsed around him in response. Jadrian’s hard torso collapsed against my soft form and the last thing I remember before passing out was hearing him whisper:
“Thank you, Carolina”

This is it, the final chapter. I apologize for taking so long to write it. For those of you who haven’t read the previous installments, it will help, but it isn’t necessary in order to understand this one. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story. Please feel free to comment and to vote.
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The searing pain in his hip drew him out of blessed unconsciousness and into brutal reality as the pliers dug into his flesh. Commander Thomas Williams, formerly of his Britannic Majesty’s ship Perilous, opened his eyes and groaned hoarsely. The man wielding the pliers, small and sweating, glared fiercely at him and gave a mighty tug. Something gave. Tom screamed and fell back onto the cot beneath him, stars dancing before his eyes.
A rag soaked in alcohol was thrust at his wound, its burn merely one more shade of pain on the canvas that was his body. After a few excruciating moments of rubbing and scraping, the rag was removed, and for a moment Tom almost felt pleasure at the lack of pain. He looked down and saw the small man threading a needle, then glanced at his hip. The left side just below the point of the bone was a mass of torn flesh, and a deeper ache told him that the bone was broken. His surgeon said something in French to him. Tom shook his head wearily.
The little man sighed in exasperation, then spoke. “Zees hurt.” He picked up a thick leather strap lying on the table next to the pallet. He thrust it between Tom’s teeth. “Bite.” Tom bit. The thick curved needle pierced his flesh, and he mercifully fell back into unconsciousness.

***

Ah, Shadow, what an evening we shared! But with the coming of the morning sun it was time to part and go our separate ways until we could arrange to meet again. As you were preparing to leave, I took your hand and led you to the living room. You immediately noticed a small package in the center of the coffee table.
“The package is for you,” I said. “Take it with you but do not open it until I instruct you to do so. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” you said with a slightly puzzled look on your face.
“Then I shall see you in class next week.”
On the following Monday, there you were in your usual front row seat. I focused on my lecture, carefully avoiding your glances. I know you were trying to get my attention, and I would love to have given it to you, but there would have been to challenge to that. Keeping my eyes off of you now that I was familiar with the beautiful body concealed beneath your clothes was not easy, but I managed by focusing on my lecture. At the end of class you passed close by me on your way out, but I ignored you as I fumbled with my lecture notes.
And so it went on Tuesday and Wednesday. Each day you did your best to get my attention, and each day I studiously resisted your best efforts. By Thursday, the frustration was evident on your face, and I knew it was time for us to meet again. When the bell rang at the end of class, I turned toward your desk.
“Ms. Shadow, may I see you for a moment?”
“Yes, sir.” The way you said “sir” sent a quiver through my loins. Was that intentional or not?
Once the classroom was empty, I handed you a letter-sized envelope. You took the note and hurried off to your next class without saying anything further.
I had no way of knowing just when you would open the envelope, but I suspected that your curiosity would not allow you to wait very long. When you opened it you would find a typed note that said:
“Open the box and wear the contents to class tomorrow. Do not wear a bra beneath your blouse; find a way to show me one your bare breasts during my lecture. Failure to comply will result in severe punishment. Comply and you will be rewarded.”
The next morning, I arrived in the classroom early because I wanted to be there when you entered and took your seat. You were among the first students to arrive, and I watched as you crossed the room. It was easy to tell that you had complied with at least part of my instructions, since your breasts moved freely beneath the fabric of your blouse. Even a casual observer would immediately know that you were not wearing a bra. Once you knew that I had observed your jiggling breasts, you slipped on a light jacket. As you sat down, you smiled at me, but I did not acknowledge your greeting.
I began my lecture on time, because I did not want to lose a moment of this classroom encounter. I droned on about the day’s topic for several minutes as I let you wonder what might be about to occur here in the midst of this class of fellow students. As I lectured, I moved my hand to the small black box on the corner of the lectern. The box looked much like a TV remote, though it was smaller and had only a few buttons. There was an on/off button, and then there were three additional buttons labeled “Slow,” “Medium,” and “Fast.”
As I looked directly into your eyes, I pressed the “On” button, followed immediately by “Fast.” I saw you react with a start. You were surprised to the point that you nearly lost your composure, but you soon regained control despite the fact that you now had a silent vibrator whirring away in your pussy. Inside the box I had given you was a remote controlled vibrator. The vibrator was composed of two parts. One part was a penis shape intended to nestle inside your pussy, and another part curved up on the outside to rest against your clit. There were straps to hold this device in place, and it was this device that was now silently working away beneath your panties.
Although I continued to lecture, I carefully monitored the effect the vibrator was having on you. Your eyes narrowed noticeably, and your breathing became shallow and more rapid. One of your hands grasped the edge of the desk as you sat fully erect. Your ass moved very slightly back and forth on your seat as the vibrations stimulated every hidden corner of your pussy. I imagined the sensations that the vibrations brought to your now firm clit. I pictured your juices flowing from deep within you and soaking your panties.
But it was far too soon to allow you to cum. I hit the “Off” button. You slumped in your seat as the vibrations ceased. You kept your eyes closed as you tried to bring your breathing under control. I continued with my lecture as if nothing was going on, and it was apparent that that none of your fellow students suspected anything at all.
After several minutes, you looked up at me and smiled. I knew from that sly smile that you were ready to proceed. As I drew a complex diagram on the board to distract the class, you began carefully unbuttoning your blouse. Your movements were partially concealed by the jacket draped over your shoulders.
When I completed the diagram, I turned back toward you and saw that your blouse was unbuttoned to the waist. As I explained the diagram, I saw you slowly pull aside your blouse until one of your lovely breasts was fully exposed. The nipple was hard with excitement, and I saw that you were wearing a nipple ring. I could not tell in you were pierced of if the ring clipped on, but I was pleased that you had chosen to ornament your nipple just for me on this special day. You grasped your breast and gave it a firm squeeze before pulling your blouse closed. I gave you a quick smile of approval after noting that none of your neighbors had noticed your brief, but tantalizing, exposure.
I turned the vibrator back on and set it to “Slow.” Now that the preliminaries were over, the real fun could begin. I continued with my lecture, but now I watched you carefully so I could enjoy your response to the relentless vibrations buzzing away between your legs.
With half my mind on my lecture and half on your swollen pussy, I can only imagine how my presentation must have suffered. But I struggled on as I watched you respond to the undeniable stimulation clenched between your thighs. After several minutes, your eyes were closed and your breathing was rapid and irregular. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were slightly parted. You caressed your upper lip with your tongue as you focused on maintaining your composure as much as possible under the circumstances.
As I watched, you seemed to melt down into your desk. You could no longer sit upright, but instead you now slumped down so that your ass was near the front of your seat. Your legs were slightly parted, and your ass wriggled on the seat as the tremors of intense pleasure coursed through you body.
With five minutes left before time for the class to end, I increased the vibrator speed to “Fast.” The change hit your body with a jolt, and I saw you suddenly sit upright. You squeezed your legs together and grasped the desk edge with both hands. Your eyes were wide open, and your nostrils flared dramatically with every jagged breath.
I know you were fighting with every fiber of your being to keep from cumming here in the middle of class. I could see the concentration on your face as you stared straight ahead focused on the relentless vibrations churning your pussy.
When the bell rang, it startled you and you jumped in your seat. This triggered the orgasm you had worked so hard to control, and I watched as your entire body fell victim to the hidden vibrations.
As the other students hurriedly filed out of the room, your body was wracked with spasms of ecstasy. You emitted a quick series of suppressed gasps as your body slid down and nearly out of your seat. Your legs flared apart but you did not seem to notice or to care. Your eyes were unfocused and your face fully flushed from the intense release of the moment. As I watched, you thrust your hips upward violently in response to a series of spasms that ripped through your body. I could measure the intensity of your release by your lack of concern about place or time; your mind and body were totally consumed by your orgasm without regard to your surroundings.
I clicked the device to “Off,” but that had no immediate impact on you. Your body was still responding to the jolts of intense pleasure emanating from your clit. It was several minutes before you were able to regain your composure. When you did, you saw that I was sitting at the desk beside you.
“Wow,” was all you could say. I was close enough to see the beads of sweat on your upper lip, and I could smell the aroma of your pussy juices. That smell, that animalistic, primal scent, stirred my need for you. I had to have you now. But the classroom was far too public. At least we had had a few minutes of privacy while you recovered, but now it was time to move elsewhere.
I grasped your proffered hand and helped you rise from the desk. You wobbled unsteadily, but then you began moving toward the door. As I gathered your belongings and my notes and then followed you out, I noticed that the entire back of your skirt had been saturated by your pussy’s flow. I smiled.
You walked beside me as we moved down the hall toward my office. Your pace was slow and deliberate and it took several minutes to walk the short distance. Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door. I left the light off, so we were illuminated only by the light coming in from the single window high in one wall.
I turned to look at you. You were more beautiful than ever at that moment. Your face still showed signs of the intense orgasm from which you were still recovering. Your hair was slightly disarrayed and your clothes were disheveled. You leaned against my desk to keep from falling down. You looked like a woman who had just had the best fuck of her life, and yet no one had even touched you. But that was about to change.
“You did well,” I said. “Are you ready for your reward?”
“Yes, sir.” There was that “sir” again, and it had the same impact as before. I could wait no longer.
I knelt before you and tucked the hem of your skirt up into the waistband so I could see what I was about to do. Your panties were soaked. I peeled them down your legs with difficulty. Once they were off, I raised them to my nose and sniffed your sensual essence. It was heavenly! Tossing them aside, I reached up under your skirt again and removed the vibrator.
Now your shaved pussy was fully exposed before me. It glistened with your juices, and wet trails meandered down your thighs where your juices had flowed. I raised my hand to stroke your engorged lips. They were puffy and swollen and parted slightly to expose your inner crimson. Effortlessly I slid two fingers up inside you. As I did so, you raised your ass so you could sit on the edge of my desk.
“Oh, eat my pussy! I need to feel your tongue on me. Suck my clit! Oh, please eat me!”
Needing no further invitation, I leaned forward and laved your pussy from top to bottom, seeking the nectar secreted in its every nook and cranny. I sucked your lips between mine and caressed them with my tongue. I teased your clit before sucking it between my lips and nibbling gently on it. It was still intensely sensitive from your orgasm, so every touch of my tongue sent jolts of electricity coursing through your body. You had to lean back and support yourself with your arms to keep from falling over.
My fingers churned inside you as I teased and sucked your clit. Your lower body began to rock back in forth in a sensual rhythm of desire. You moved your hands to the back of my head and pulled it tight against you to increase the pressure of contact. I pulled on your clit and nibbled it gingerly, and this set off your second orgasm.
This aftershock was not nearly so intense as your classroom release, but it still rocked your body dramatically. No longer concerned about discovery, you moaned loudly, not once but several times. You rocked your pussy against my face, flooding it with your juices. My fingers, working deep inside you, were drenched with your juices that flowed down and dripped off my wrist. Gradually, the tremors subsided.
I stood before you, still fully dressed, in contrast to your being so exposed there on the edge of my desk with your legs flared widely apart, your puffy pussy wide open and waiting expectantly. It would not have long to wait!
I stepped back and removed my shoes and trousers. My erect cock protruded against the fabric of my under shorts. I quickly removed them and then stepped toward you. You reached down and grasped my cock, directing it to your crimson portal. I nestled the tip just at the entrance, savoring the warmth I felt there. But this was not a time to dally.
I plunged in, pushing all the way to the hilt. You were so wet and open that I slid in effortlessly. I stayed that way, lodged deep inside you, as I reached up and unbuttoned your blouse. I wanted to see and feel those luscious breasts as I fucked your gorgeous pussy. As I finished the last button, I felt your body begin to move, causing your pussy to caress my cock from one end to the other. Back and forth you moved, squeezing, caressing, grasping my hardness with those well-conditioned muscles that resided in that crimson cavern between your tanned thighs.
The sensations you were generating were heavenly, and soon we were moving together. We both knew that we were not here to make love. We were here to fuck. We were here to achieve release predicated on immense mutual desire. There was no turning back. There was no denying the need we felt for immediate, total release.
And that is what we found there in my office–total release. We moved together fluidly. We sensed each others’ needs and adjusted our movements effortlessly to accommodate them. But we were each far too aroused for release to be long in coming.
When we came, we came together, and that mutual climax was bone-jarring. We pounded together, frenzied pelvis meeting frenzied pelvis, as our orgasms swept over us, flowed between up, consumed us, and in the end, united us. Your pussy walls wrapped around my cock and clenched it rhythmically as we moved together in the throes of exquisite release.
My legs failed beneath me, but you wrapped your arms around me and held me up to keep me from slipping away and thereby breaking the bond between us. Your hard nipples pressed against my naked chest. My cum dripped from your pussy and pooled on the floor between my feet, but we still remained locked together, unwilling to separate, unwilling to end this conjoining of our bodies, our spirits, our minds.
I leaned forward and kissed you lightly, then moved back, away from you.
“Don’t move,” I said.
I stepped to my desk and took a camera from the drawer. I took the first photo from a distance. With your exposed breasts, intriguing smile, and legs still splayed wide apart with your pouting pussy emitting cascades of silky cum, you were simply beautiful.
“We will frame that one and call it “Ravaged,’” I said.
Unable to resist, I took a series of pictures including close-ups of your engorged, bruised pussy.
“We will put these all to good use later,” I said as I returned the camera to the drawer.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“Wait and see. Just wait and see.”

(c) 2003 by Thrillerauthor
For those who missed Parts I and II, the players are:
Sandy Lane, pro surfer with an uncanny resemblance to…
Ashley Vaughn, gorgeous Hollywood starlet in a TV series produced by…
Darla Palmer, who convinces Sandy to bob his nose after he is punched out by rival surfer…
Buster Cruz, whose mysterious death in Honolulu is being investigated by…
Detective Halani and Lieutenant Goering.
Sandy and Ashley switched off the television and stared at one another in disbelief. Normally, they didn’t stay up to watch the network telecast of Wet Girls, which came on at 10:00 on the west coast. After all, they had to get up at 5:00 the next morning. But they knew the entire country would be talking about this episode, and they had watched it with dreadful anticipation.
The phone rang before either one of them could speak. They were spending the night at Ashley’s house in the Hollywood Hills, so she picked it up, grimacing as she listened. “I know, Mom. I know. Yeah, it’s terrible. Uh, no, that was me playing both roles. Special effects. Tell Daddy hi for me. Love you.”
Sandy watched as she collapsed onto the sofa. “Even my own mother thinks the show stinks now. ‘How could they kill millions of people like that?’ she asked me. And to make it worse, I had to lie about who played Coral and who played Pepper. What a disaster!”
Sandy, who was wearing a short pleated skirt and knee sox, pulled her down onto his lap. He brushed her hair away from her face as she snuggled up to him. “Let’s go to bed,” he said. “I’ll make you forget all about the show.”
Ashley slid her hand up Ashley’s skirt and started to play with the hem of his slip. She loved it when he dressed up in something sassy. Ashley herself was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt, but Sandy was still afraid to go out in public in anything that might give him away as a guy.
He had reluctantly agreed to tag along when she asked him to go out with her after they got home from the set that afternoon. Los Angeles was a whirl of non-stop parties as the Holidays approached, and Ashley had some serious shopping to do. She was invited to dozens of events, including an A list party at the home of one of Hollywood’s hottest producers, and a C list party being thrown by Ben and Robert Prik, the co-executive producers of Wet Girls, that same Friday night. For the hundredth time, she begged Sandy to take her place at the network party.
“No way,” he said.
“Pleeeese!”
“Just tell them you can’t make it. It’s going to be like a wake anyway, after what we just saw on TV.”
“Darla told me I’d better not miss it. You know Darla.”
“So go.”
“I have to go to the other party. Especially after tonight. Wet Girls is going down the tubes, and I better start hustling for parts.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“I’ll be your slave for the rest of the year.”
“The year’s over in two weeks.”
“Pleeeese!”
“What do I have to wear?”
“Yea! The green velvet skirt I just bought will be perfect on you. So you’ll do it?”
“I guess,” he sighed. Before he could change his mind, she pulled down his panties and began to tease him, caressing his cock with his silky slip. He wasn’t getting hard like he usually did, which surprised her.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, nibbling on his ear.
“I’m so pussy whipped.”
“Don’t I make you happy?” She quickened her strokes. Faster and faster, Ashley slid Sandy’s slip up and down his shaft, driving him wild in spite of himself. The delicious sensations overwhelmed his resistance, although he was still soft when he lost control. Sweet surrender.
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On Friday afternoon, Ashley fussed over Sandy for hours, experimenting with different hairstyles and makeup to give him the proper look. The last thing she needed was for guys to start coming on to him. His hair was just long enough to fasten in the back with a scrunchie, and his face looked convincingly feminine with very little makeup.
Decked out in a long velvet skirt, white ruffled blouse, and dainty shoes, Sandy watched uncomfortably as Ashley dressed to the nines for her Beverly Hills party. Her teased hair, short red dress and fuck-me heels made him look and feel like a schoolmarm by comparison.
“Trying to get some ass tonight?” he asked as she applied a final coat of gloss to her bright red lips.
“Don’t be such a prude,” she said as she surveyed herself in the mirror.
“Then why did you dress me up like one?”
“Look, I’ve had a lot more experience fighting off guys than you have. You’re the one I’m worried about tonight,” she said as the doorbell rang.
Sandy had never worn a long skirt, and he felt ridiculous taking baby steps as he minced down the driveway to Ashley Vaughn’s waiting limousine. “Good evening, Miss Vaughn,” the driver said as he opened the door. Sandy clutched at his long skirt and pulled it up as he struggled to get into the back seat.
As they drove up Laurel Canyon towards Toluca Lake, Sandy thought sadly back to the last time he had agreed to pinch-hit for Ashley at a society event. At least then he had Toby Goodfin to run interference for him. Tonight, he would be sans escort, in a shark tank full of network executives and Hollywood hangers-on.
What have I come to, he said to himself as he took in the glimpse of stocking between his velvet skirt and his suede pumps. Two years ago, I was a professional athlete at the top of my game, getting laid by a different girl every night. Now I’m sitting in a stretch limo in a freaking skirt, on my way to a party where I’ve got to pretend to be a girl in front of a bunch of total losers. Where did I go wrong?
He thought back to all the nights with Ashley Vaughn. To the incredible sex with a girl who loved him with every ounce of her beautiful body, who knew about the rush he got from wearing women’s clothing, and who shared the secret thrill he experienced every time he passed in public. Sandy lifted his skirt and crossed his legs, reveling in the sensation of nylon against his smooth skin. A song from The Producers, the insane musical featuring a crossdressser as Adolf Hilter, brought a smile to his pretty face. Where did I go right?
The sight of the long driveway leading to Lakeside Country Club snapped him out of his reverie. When they pulled up to the clubhouse, the driver gave Sandy a pager so he could buzz him when he was ready to leave. “I won’t be long,” Sandy said as he dropped the pager into his clutch purse and got unsteadily out of the limo.
He exchanged air kisses with a few familiar faces as he ran the gauntlet of network suits in the lobby. Most of the guests were already there, crowded around a buffet table and an open bar in one of the club’s larger meeting rooms. Sandy was waiting his turn at the bar when Darla Palmer came up to him.
“Ashley, I’m so glad you came,” Darla said as she pressed her cheek against Sandy’s. “Did you come alone?” she asked nervously, looking around the room.
“Yes.”
“Oh good. I love Sandy, but it’s best for the two of you not to be seen together, for obvious reasons.”
“What makes you think I’d want to bring him?” Sandy asked, unable to resist the opportunity to mess with her mind.
“Come on, Ashley, I’ve got eyes.” They worked their way up to the bar, and Ashley ordered a glass of white wine. Darla was drinking straight vodka.
“I like him, but not in the way you think.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re just good friends, almost like sisters.”
“Sisters?”
“Exactly. I mean, how could I get turned on by a guy who wears lipstick and nylons?”
“Are you telling me he dresses like a girl when he’s off the set?”
“Didn’t you know? How do you think the poor boy gets through the weekends?”
Darla was shaking her head when Sandy excused himself and walked out of the room, down a narrow hall lined with photographs of long-gone entertainment legends playing golf at Lakeside. Abbot and Costello…Martin and Lewis…Laurel and Hardy…where were Vaughn and Lane? He found himself at the entrance to the deserted billiards room. What a perfect place to kill some time! He racked up and was taking aim at the cue ball when he heard a man’s voice. “Mind if I join you?”
Sandy looked over his shoulder to see a paunchy network suit with a bad comb-over. It was Ben Prik. “Why not,” Sandy said, as he dropped a ball into one of the side pockets after a clean break. Sandy was a good pool player, and he held nothing back, maneuvering deftly around the table despite the confinement of his long skirt and the nuisance of the gold pendant around his neck. He sank four in a row before he missed a tricky bank shot.
“You’re good,” Prik said as he pressed his fat belly against the table. Although he was far from an athlete, and he had obviously been drinking, Prik had excellent hand-eye coordination, and he sank three of his own before the turn went back to Sandy.
Sandy had to lean over the table to line up for the next shot, up on the toes of one of his feet. He stopped to hike up his skirt so he could balance himself by raising his other foot in the air. He was lining up his shot again when he felt Prik’s hands around his waist. “You’re so lovely,” Prik said.
At first, Sandy didn’t know what to do. Prik had enormous power at the network, and he obviously had a thing for Ashley. “Thanks,” he stammered, still trying to line up his shot.
“You do something for me,” Prik said, nuzzling the back of Sandy’s neck. “I want to get to know you better.”
“Mr. Prik, please…” Sandy started to say.
“Think of what I can do for your career,” Prik said, sliding his hands down to Sandy’s ass.
Sandy fought to get away. Prik used his enormous weight to pin Sandy against the table, pushing him down on the green felt surface as balls scattered this way and that. The next thing Sandy knew, he was being spun around onto his back, and Prik was on top of him. Sandy could hardly breathe as Prik started to pull his skirt up and fumble with the waistband of his control-top pantyhose.
Sandy tried to cry out for help, but Prik smothered his mouth with a fleshy hand. Desperate, Sandy flailed around on the table, and his hand found the cue ball. Without thinking, he clutched it in his fingers and smashed it against Prik’s mouth. Prik pulled back with a start, and Sandy smacked him with it again before he was able to wriggle away. He rolled off the table and fell onto the floor, kicking off his shoes as he tried to get up. Prik was bleeding through his broken teeth, towering over Sandy in a blind fury.
“You little bitch,” Prik swore. “You’re finished in this town.”
Sandy spied his cue stick on the floor, and before Prik could react, he picked it up and rammed the handle into Prik’s privates. Again and again, he swung the wooden stick up between Prik’s legs, pounding his testicles through his baggy trousers. Prik fell to the floor, and started to disgorge his indulgences from the buffet table.
A member of the club came running into the pool room, attracted by the commotion. He saw a beautiful girl smoothing down her skirt and stepping into her heels while a fat man threw up on the tartan plaid carpet. “What happened?”
“He tried to eat a cue ball,” Sandy said as he picked his purse up off the floor. He buzzed for his driver and slipped out a side door.
* * *
Sandy was waiting up for Ashley when she returned from her party. Grateful to get out of his long skirt, he had washed away the memories of Ben Prik’s assault with a long, hot shower before putting on a knee-length cotton nightshirt. “You’re home early,” Ashley said as she kicked off her heels and joined him on the sofa. “Did we have a good time?”
“We did, until we were almost raped by Ben Prik.”
“What?”
Sandy took her through the whole sordid story. “I had to take him out,” he explained matter-of-factly. “Another few seconds, and he would have discovered that Ashley Vaughn has a dick.”
“You poor thing,” Ashley said as she took him into her arms. “I’m so sorry I got you into this.”
“Are you kidding? I’m just glad it was me instead of you.”
“Are you going to call the police?’
“No way. I’ve seen enough of them lately.”
“What a creep. Now I hope they do cancel the show.”
“How was your party?”
“It was wonderful! I met so many people. Everybody was talking about Wet Girls like the show is past history already, and asking me if I’d be interested in this series or that movie. Oh Sandy, I wish you’d been there.”
“Someday, maybe. Right now I just want to go to bed.”
“How about an early Christmas present?”
“What?”
“I got something special for you. I know you’ll just love it! After the night you’ve had, I want to give it to you right now.”
Before he could say anything, she disappeared upstairs, only to return a minute later with a box from Victoria’s Secret. Ashley’s eyes were bright with anticipation as Sandy tore off the ribbon and pulled back the tissue paper.
It was a matching camisole, garter belt and real silk stockings, all in a beautiful shade of baby blue. “I knew you’d love them!” Ashley gushed.
Sandy had to smile. “You know, once upon a time I gave something like this to a girl I was dating for her birthday. I never heard the end of it. ‘You got that for you, not for me!’ she told me. Now I know what she felt like.”
Ashley was crestfallen. “Oh Sandy, I’m so sorry! I really thought you’d like them!”
He pulled her against himself and hugged her. “I love them. I can’t wait to put them on. And I can’t wait for you to take them off me.”
“Are you sure.”
“Positive. And now I’m going to give you a present.”
“But you already got me the ring.”
“Yes, but this is something extra. Wait here.” He walked over to the coat closet and fished something out of the pocket of one of his jackets. “I haven’t had time to wrap it, but why wait? You can use it when I put on your present,” he said as he sat back down beside her.
Ashley opened the brown paper bag and gasped It was an enormous, strap-on dildo, painted realistically, complete with bulging veins and a purple head. She started to laugh hysterically, turning it this way and that as she tried to imagine herself strapping it on.
“Do you really want me to use this thing on you?” she said.
“Sure, but you’ll have to get me good and drunk first.”
“I didn’t know you were that kind of girl.”
* * *
Ashley woke up a few minutes after eight o’clock on a beautiful Sunday morning. The bed beside her was empty, which meant that Sandy was out for his usual morning surfing session.
Whenever possible, they spent their free weekends at Sandy’s place in Redondo Beach, away from the smog and frenzy of the Hollywood Hills. She lay back on the down pillows, and relished her memories of the night before. Sandy had been absolutely ravishing in his camisole and stockings, and she had brought him to his first orgasm while she was showing him how to fasten his stockings to his garter belt. Again and again, they had climbed to new heights of ecstasy, amusing themselves with the ridiculous dildo while Sandy built up steam before each go-round. How he was able to get out of bed and surf after the night they had was beyond her.
Although it was December, the day was sunny and bright, and Ashley puttered about the kitchen, dipping some bread into her secret recipe for French toast. It was his favorite breakfast, and he was always ravenous when he got out of the water. After she poured her first cup of coffee, she sat down at Sandy’s computer to kill some time while she waited for him to get back. Idly, she logged onto Variety’s website to check out the latest show business headlines. She froze when she read the top story:
PRIKS NIX SURF CHICKS: Wet Girls, once the hottest show on network TV, wiped out yesterday. Network execs announced the sudden cancellation of the series following its disastrous New York tidal wave episode. According to one studio insider, the real reason was “creative differences” between executive producer Ben Prik and the show’s up-and-coming star, Ashley Vaughn.
Ashely was staring at the screen when Sandy came through the front door, dripping wet and holding a blood-red towel against his face. “Call 911,” he said before he fainted onto the floor.
* * *
Five hours later, Ashley finally got in to see Sandy at the recovery room at Torrance Memorial Hospital. His nose was bandaged, and he had a shiner under one of his eyes. He looked up at her and smiled weakly as she squeezed his hand.
“What happened, Baby?” she asked.
“My board broke in two, and the top half hit me in the face.”
“My God, you’re lucky to be alive.”
The doctor standing beside his bed nodded his head. “It’s a good thing he had a nose guard on that board, or he might have been blinded.”
“Is he going to be okay?”
“Yes. Other than a broken nose, he’s going to have nothing to show for it.”
“Can you fix his nose?”
The doctor gave them both a reassuring smile. “We’ve already set it. One of the nurses found an old copy of Surfer Magazine with Sandy Lane’s profile in the waiting room. Talk about good luck!”
* * *
Sandy was released from the hospital later that afternoon. Ashley had been so preoccupied with his condition that she hadn’t had time to think about what it might mean to their relationship. As she was driving them back to Redondo Beach, it all hit her at once, and she started to cry. Sandy looked over at the tears streaming down her beautiful face, and tried to comfort her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Oh Sandy, they cancelled the show!”
“What?”
“It was in Variety this morning.”
“Shit.” Sandy always knew it was too good to last – the money was ridiculous – but as the news started to sink in, he realized why Ashley was so upset. “You lost your job and your twin sister in one day.”
Ashley said nothing as she stared straight ahead, blinking back the tears.
“Ashley, this is a big break for you. Now that you’re out from under Darla Palmer’s contract, you can really do something with your career.”
Ashley knew this was true. When she checked her cell phone while Sandy was in surgery, she had six messages from her agent telling her about calls from different studios, production companies, even a Broadway play. What scared her most was the prospect of losing Sandy, now that their fantasy world on Wet Girls had come to an end.
Sandy read her mind. “This doesn’t change a thing between us. Okay, so maybe I don’t like like you any more, but I’ll still gonna look like a chick, even if I’m not your twin sister. Always did. You saw my driver’s license.”
Ashley started to laugh through her tears.
“Think about what this means! I can go back on the pro tour, reestablish myself, make a little money, and still do the girl thing whenever we want to. Only now when you take me home to meet Mom and Dad, they won’t disown you.”
Ashley was laughing freely now. “You haven’t met Daddy. He’s having enough trouble with his only daughter being an actress. Wait till he finds out I’m engaged to a surf bum.” Here eyes were brimming with happiness through her tears. “I can’t wait to show off my ring!”
* * *
The Banzai Pipeline on the North Shore of Oahu is the setting for the final event on the men’s pro tour. In the wintertime, outrageous western swells refract onto a shallow flat lava reef eighty yards offshore, resulting in an intense, short ride that demands perfect timing. Basic surfing skills - getting in early and placing the first turn just right – count the most, along with the self-control needed to make things work when the ocean is roaring like a liquid locomotive.
Sandy Lane’s late entry into the tournament had stunned the surfing world, which wrote him off for dead after his confrontation with Buster Cruz. Sandy was a sentimental favorite, but nobody expected him to do much, given his long absence from competition surfing. When he made it through the qualifying heats and earned a place in the four-man finals by a tenth of a point, record crowds gathered around the colorful tents and pennants on the beach to witness the event.

((Since this is posted in the celebrities category, I’ll just briefly mention what’s in here, to avoid anyone being offended. In this story there will be mild bondage and some rough handling. Other than that It’s only hot, consensual, adult sex. Disclaimer: I don’t own X-Men or anything else from the Marvel universe and I’m making no money from it in any way. Just using them for my own savage pleasure. And this is a fantasy, so remember out there in the real world: ALWAYS use protection.))
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It was late night in the mansion and along the dark corridor, a shadow was creeping. The carpet muffled the light footsteps of the small shadow and no sound was heard. The whole mansion was quiet. Only few people were in their rooms this night, but the creeping shadow still moved silently. The purpose of the night excursion would fail if someone woke up. One person in particular. The figure slowed to a halt outside a door and waited; listening for noise inside. Hearing nothing, the shadow slipped through the door… without opening it.
It was almost as dark in Piotr’s room as in the rest of the X-Men mansion. Kitty paused inside the door to make sure he was asleep, before moving closer to the large figure in the bed. All her careful scheming would be ruined if she messed up now, so she moved painfully slow. Her fingers twirled nervously in the dark around the long slivers of soft fabric she had brought. His broad back was turned to her. This wasn’t going to be easy. She would have to be quick.
She reached out and touched him very gently. Like she had expected he reacted instantly, but he was still drowsy. Slowly and purposefully she let her hand slide down his arm and lifted it up, as if she was going to slide in under it as she so often did. He mumbled something only half awake and rolled over on his back while making room for one more in the bed. She slithered in beside him, but didn’t fold his arm around her like she usually did. Instead she raised it to the slim, steel bedpost and swiftly tied the fabric tightly around the post and his wrist.
He only had time for a sleepy, inquiring grunt before she had reached over him, caught his other arm and repeated the procedure. He was now very much awake.
“What? Katya?”
With a triumphant grin Kitty settled her much smaller frame on top of him and rested her head on her arms.
“Surprise Peter.”
“What are you doing my love?”
“Oh nothing. Just having my way with a big thick headed russian fellow.”
He pulled carefully at the tight bonds, testing the strength of the fabric. She laid a finger on his nose and said with an edge to her voice:
“Don’t you dare ruin those scarves lover boy! They’re very precious to me.”
He immediately stopped pulling. He would never do anything that might hurt her in any way. Not even if she asked him to. But she would change that tonight. Oh yes. A smirk widened on her face in the dark and she slowly caressed his naked chest. She heard him sigh and knew she had him now. She could just see him under her by the faint light seeping through the curtains. The moon was very bright that night.
“Katya, what..?”
She silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips.
“No more questions lover. Just enjoy the ride.”
He seemed to consider his options for a while, but eventually he just settled down on his back, letting her take over. Oh if only he knew what she planned doing to him. She doubted he would be so calm if he knew.
She knew he had better night vision than her, so she very slowly pulled her night shirt over her head, revealing her most transparent underwear. As she threw it to the floor, she saw his eyes widen and distinctly felt something stir under her. She felt a little slutty, but really enjoyed his shocked look, so she went with it and let her hands slowly slide all the way from her thighs, over her stomach, cupping her breasts and squeezing them once before gripping her own hair and arching her back with a little pleasurable moan.
He cut off a gasp in the dark when he heard the moan and she felt the stir become a very prominent hardness almost instantly. She couldn’t help but smile. How she loved making him react like that. Usually he would be the one driving her insane with gentle touches and sweet lovemaking. But not tonight. Oh no. To her own slight surprise, she felt herself tingle with arousal just thinking about being in control like this. This would certainly not be the last time.
With her back still arched she flicked her hips a fraction, so she was now positioned directly on his hardness, still with underwear and a blanket between them, and she felt him tense up from the pleasure. She let her hands drift back to her breasts and turned her torso slightly towards the curtained windows, so he couldn’t possibly miss a thing. She slid her hands around and under her breasts very gently at first, mimicking his own movements when caressing her in that area. Then she pinched her nipples through the fabric and moaned from the ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. More because of his look than because of the sensations caused by herself. And also at the thought of what was to come.
Excruciatingly slow she slipped her fingers under the hem of the bra and slipped it over her head. Even her modest breasts made a very sensual show as they one by one popped out under the hem and she was rewarded with another gasp from him. She repeated the movements from before on the now bare skin and she saw his hands twitch in the bonds. Oh how he would like to touch. But not tonight. Not yet.
When she returned to her nipples and pinched them again, she felt it was time to make a little statement to her thick headed lover. With a little louder moan she suddenly grabbed her own breasts as hard as she could and squeezed them tightly. She began giving them a rather rough treatment, making sure he was watching every second. The gentle Russian never quite understood that a little pain could be blissfully enjoyable during lovemaking, but she intended to make that very clear to him tonight.
There was no mistaking his reaction. His eyes widened even more and his mouth fell open. He knew from the start that his Katya loved sex, but he had never seen her so… so… wild!
She loved the look on his face and handled her breasts rougher still to prove her point. Oh to feel his large strong hands doing that to her body… but not yet. It was time for his treatment first. She slid herself up to straddle his broad chest and to her slight surprise felt herself leave a wet trail all the way across his abdomen, even through her panties. He felt it too and made a low disbelieving noise in the dark. Oh believe it lover. Believe it.
She bent over and reached up to his hands. But if he thought she would untie him now, he would be badly disappointed. Instead she made sure her breasts were positioned right above his face, but just out of reach, while she sucked his index finger into her mouth and giving it the royal treatment with her tongue. She felt his chest heaving with pleasure within seconds. She let her tongue trace his arm all the way to his elbow, when she suddenly felt him stretch to reach her breast with his mouth. She quickly sat up, just before he made contact and he made a frustrated sound as she moved away.
“Ah ah aah… naughty boy!”
He shrugged as if to say he couldn’t help himself. Oh he hadn’t seen nothing yet. She repeated the process with his other arm, this time making sure her breasts were a safe distance from his face. When she reached his armpit she continued across his collar bone while watching his face. She knew it was one of his most sensitive spots and she was waiting for his reaction. Wait for it… As she reached the dimple in the middle where the bones met, his eyes slid closed and he exhaled deeply. This was her chance.
Quick as a flash, she swooped in and placed the most feather light kiss on his lower lip and was gone again, before he was really aware what had happened. His eyes flew open again and he moaned this time with disappointment. He could see her grin wickedly in the moonlight.
“Katya my love. This is torture.”
She giggled a low husky giggle, rather uncharacteristically for her, who was usually very girly.
“That’s the idea.”
Piotr was pretty sure she had no idea what kind of effect she was having on him. If she kept this up, he would lose control. And if he lost control… he didn’t dare finish that trail of thought.
Meanwhile Kitty busied herself with his collar bone again. He felt her hair tickle his chest every time she moved and he battled himself fiercely not to rip free from the scarves and kiss her fiercely. She took her time with his chest, drawing wet circles with her tongue all over. She had found out by coincidence that he liked very much when she pinched his nipples hard and often did so during their lovemaking, so when she got to them, he looked forward to something rougher. Maybe it would relieve his need a little.
Kitty knew what he expected when she reached his nipples, but she had absolutely no intention of humoring him. She tongued them so gently he hardly felt it and she heard him hiss and grunt from his increasing frustration. Time for a little taster soon. But not yet. Not yet.
She slowly worked her way down to his navel and circled it until she felt she had him driven to the edge.
“Katya… Katya…”
A little taster. Just to keep him with her. She threw herself down hard on top of him and kissed him so exquisitely rough it hurt them both. They moaned into each other battling tongues, and just when Piotr felt his tension lifting a little, she suddenly pulled away and stopped touching him all together. His body positively ached for her. She had jumped off the bed and stood there watching him, obviously enjoying her work.
Piotr was stunned. She did know what she was doing. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. She had him completely in her power. She came so close to the bed that he could smell her, but without touching him. She made sure he watched as she trailed her body with her hands again. From her hair, to her breasts, to her stomach. Then she slipped her thumbs under the hem of her panties and slid them down so slowly Piotr thought for a second that time had stopped in that painfully sensual moment.
When she finally stepped out of them he gasped. If he had been able to bear the thought of anyone else seeing his love like this, he would have painted her naked ages ago. She was absolutely perfect and it almost made him cry sometimes that this beautiful creature would give herself to him so willingly. It was like being given a slice of heaven. He never doubted neither heaven nor God when he saw her like this.
He couldn’t close his eyes. He just had to watch the progress of her hands over her own body, pinching nipples, scratching skin, and to his amazement one hand slid down between her legs while the other played with a breast. She purred while her fingers fondled her own most sensitive spot and he was driven wild by the sent of her wetness drifting from her. He breathed out her name in submission.
“Katya…”
Again that wicked grin.
“Promise you’ll behave?”
He moaned from the bottom of his gut.
“Anything Katya, anything.”
She giggled hoarsely again. It sent shivers across his body hearing it.
“Well then I might just let you have another little taste.”
He had no idea what she could mean, until he saw her remove her hand from between her legs and saw her fingers glisten wetly not an inch from his face. Oh dear God. He lunged at her hand as soon as it was close enough and went crazy licking and sucking her delicious liquids off her fingers. He heard her gasp and he gave it all he had, as it was the only thing he could do.
She let herself enjoy it for a little while and then suddenly withdrew her fingers again. No getting carried away. Not yet. Again his frustrated moan. She tore the blanket of him with one quick movement and straddled his knees. His arousal was very obvious indeed through his boxers. But she wouldn’t tend to that yet.
She let her tongue continue around his navel and trace the hem of the boxers. He moaned as she slid a finger under and just lifted it slightly away from his skin. She blew her hot breath over the wet trail below his navel and some of it drifted under the hem, which was exactly what she intended. She felt his cock twitch violently against her lower arm and Piotr gasped loudly.
He thought he would go crazy when she simply let go of the hem again and went back to his navel. He was not too proud to beg.
“Katya please. I need you, please. Please”
“Not yet lover. Not yet.”
He groaned and squirmed beneath her as she lightly tickled his lower belly with her nails and his eyes closed in a pleasurable haze.
“Then when, you devil? How long are you going to make me suffer?”
The smile in her voice was so obvious he didn’t need to open his eyes to see it.
“Only until I get what I want.”
Even in his painfully aroused state he was bewildered.
“What do you want? You know I will do anything for you Katya.”
She sounded a little more serious now.
“Not anything.”
With a swift movement she tore of his boxers, making his cock slap hard against his belly as it was released from the waistband. He cried out from the powerful sensation after all the teasing. He was gasping for air and she was enjoying it. Vixen. If she didn’t stop soon, he would lose it completely and just take her then and there. And he didn’t want to do that. He might…might… hurt her. The thought made his gut clench and he felt sweat form on his brow as he fought to retain some form of control over his body.
She was licking again. Up and down his thighs and his hips, always stopping short of the area that most of all craved her attention. He bucked when ever she neared the area. He felt he was losing the battle.
“Katya, please stop. Please. I can’t take anymore.”
It was what she had been waiting for. Now to wheel him in.
“Just let it go my love. I want you to.”
“No! Katya I’m strong. I’ll… I’ll hurt you.”
She shook her head at him. They had talked about this before. He always had his way. But not tonight.
“No. I told you, I phase out if it hurts. Please let go Peter.”
She was still touching and tickling all around his loins and he felt his lust bubbling hotly within him. She slowly crawled all the way up to his face and looked him in the eye.
“Take me. Gimme all you’ve got.”
He stared at her, clenching his teeth still fighting to hold back. She leaned in just far enough away from his face for a kiss.
“And another thing…”
He was losing it…
“The scarves…”
His mind was bursting with the aching for her…
“…they’re really just cleaning rags…”
With a roar he tore the rags to shreds and lunged at her. Finally. He let go completely. He had no choice. He jumped to his knees, encased her in his arms and pressed her so tightly against him that the breath was pushed from her lungs. She mewed against him in joyful pleasure and threw her arms around his neck when he roughly kissed her and let himself ravage her.
She felt his strong hands bruise her buttocks and thighs as he squeezed her frantically. He rasped out every breath as if he had not breathed for hours, and each exhale sounded like a deep growl. He kissed and groped everywhere he had wanted to for the last half hour but still with only one thing on his mind. He needed her. Now. Before he went insane.
Moaning with despair from his need he lifted her by her hips and swiftly guided himself to her wet entrance. She squealed with delight when he entered roughly and bottomed out immediately. Oh how she had wanted this. He bit down on her shoulder while thrusting into her hard and deep, her moaning and crying in his ear spurring him on.
“Oh yes Peter, oh yes, oh yes…”
He was usually very quiet in bed, but now each of his frantic thrusts were followed by a sharp moan forced out through his nose over her shoulder. His mind was flowing over with her. Her sent, her sound, the feeling of her nails scratching his back in time with his thrusts. He needed her. So badly.
With his hands on her hips he pushed her down on him as hard as he could. He needed to go deeper. Deeper. Feeling his climax approaching he quickened the pace and he could hear from her mewing and gasping that she was right there with him. She was with him. All the way.
He felt himself explode from the inside out and he roared out his pleasure as he felt her ride the wave with him and squeeze every last drop out of him as he drained his very essence deep into her.
He collapsed onto his back with her on top of him. For the longest time they lay there, gasping and wheezing. When his vision returned he spotted a very clear bruise on her smooth shoulder in the moonlight, and his stomach clenched violently, knowing he had done it.
“Katya. I’m so sorry. I hurt you.”
She raised herself onto her elbows and looked down at him.
“Don’t you get it yet you thick headed farm boy? I wanted you to. Haven’t I been begging you to take me hard from the very first day?”
His voice clearly revealed his distress.
“Yes but I hurt you!”
She shook her head and kissed him roughly.
“The things I have to do to get what I want around here. Now listen closely, and make no mistake, I mean it: I. Wanted. It.”
He looked at her disbelieving.
“Really Katya?”
“Really Peter. And like I’ve also said from day one: if you really hurt me, don’t you think I would phase out?”
He swallowed nervously.
“Are you sure?”
“God, you are the dumbest guy I ever met! Yes, damn it! See? Now you made me curse!”
Finally a smile appeared on his face.
“Well aren’t you a bad girl tonight Katya…”

As the airliner descended through the clouds, Kelsey’s excitement rose. Even though she’d been in her cramped seat for almost twenty hours she felt wide awake. Kelsey loved to travel and this was her first visit to the States. Throughout college Kelsey had been to Europe and Asia and even the Middle East, but somehow she’d never had a reason to visit America before and while she was curious it wasn’t at the top of her list of destinations. She’d come from a long line of Lefties and wasn’t a fan of the United States’ current foreign policy, but when the chance to travel to California for a conference came up she just couldn’t resist. Besides, it was an honor to be chosen from all among all the students in her program.
Kelsey was set to spend the next ten days at California University attending a conference on global warming. Some of the best minds from all over the world were coming to educate the next generation of great minds on the subject in hopes that when these eager young students made their way in the world they could work to change hearts and minds and affect the world in a positive way before it was too late. Kelsey was passionate on the subject and planned to do field work when she completed her PhD at the end of the year. But right now she was looking forward to soaking up as much knowledge as she could, along with some sunshine, since it was June and her native Australia was headed into wintertime.
Once she cleared customs, Kelsey dug the email with her instructions out of her bag and after asking some directions made her way to the pick-up point for her shuttle bus. Her first impression was that Americans were friendlier than she’d expected, although when you’re a pretty blonde the world tends to be a friendlier place for you. The crowds at LAX were almost overwhelming. She wasn’t sure she’d even seen so many people in such a hurry in one place in all her life. It seemed that she could fit her entire hometown of Perth in the immense terminal. Kelsey walked forever and ever before emerging into the warm California sunshine. There was a long line of buses and Kelsey kept going and going until she found the one maroon and white one that said “California University” on the side. The bus driver barely looked up from his newspaper as she struggled to pull her bags up the steep steps and certainly didn’t offer to help her.
The bus was half full and Kelsey set her bags down on one seat and then sat across the aisle, hoping it didn’t fill up to where she’d have to cram into one seat with her bags. She didn’t think of herself as an over packer, she wasn’t the type of girl who packed an outfit for every conceivable occasion, but somehow it seemed that she always had too many bags to comfortably manage herself. After another half hour, a few more people trickled onto the bus and then they were on their way.
During the ride to campus people introduced themselves and Kelsey found