The Bad Girl

Sand and Surf (Conclusion)

“Let’s go down to the pool” he said.

“I don’t have my swimsuit with me” I said. We were staying in the same hotel, but I didn’t want to risk waking Wendy’s parents trying to get it.

Tony looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry. You won’t need it”

At his recommendation, I threw on one of his t-shirts, grabbed some towels and followed him into the hallway. I had nothing on underneath. In fact, it was the one time in my existence that I wore an Ohio State t-shirt, which was blasphemous for a Georgia girl.

We made our way to the pool. It was empty except for a middle-aged couple in the hot tub.  They’d been drinking and were talking a bit loud. They left a few minutes after we arrived.  As soon as they were out of sight, Tony turned to me and said, “Let’s get in the pool”

He took his shorts off and stood there naked, impatiently waiting for me to take off the t-shirt, and join him in the water. I was a bit nervous. After all, I was on vacation, with my best friend and her parents, who were staying in the same hotel. But hell, I’d already had sex on the beach, in the open, at least the pool was a bit more secluded and dimly lit.

I took off the t-shirt and followed Tony into the pool. It was as warm as bath water. We swam around and splashed each other. It was just another form of foreplay for us. He pulled me over to one of the ladders. I thought he wanted to get out, so I began to climb up the ladder, when he came up behind me and grabbed my breasts. I felt his hard cock on my leg. I could see he was ready to finish what we’d started upstairs.

I opened my legs wider as I held onto the ladder for support. He steadied himself with one hand on the ladder and the other on my hip, as I felt him enter me. It was so erotic. Being in the water, naked, in public, with no concern for who may see us. I loved how the water made us weightless as we moved in sync on the ladder.

He pulled me closer into his body, whispering in my ear. “You know what I really want, Tess?” he asked. “I want you to suck me under water. Do you think you can do that?”

I pondered it for about 3.5 seconds as I turned to face him.

“Turn around and sit on the ladder.” I said.

He sat on the ladder and stroked his cock beneath the water. I could see how turned on he was. I took a deep breath and dove underwater to face him. I got very close to his body and managed to take his cock into my mouth without having to come up again for air. He put his hands on my head and guided the pace. I was not able to do it for long before coming to the surface to breathe.

I felt like a naughty mermaid, enchanting her lover. I was quite impressed with myself. All of those swim lessons at the YMCA, sure paid off. Soon I descended beneath the surface and took him in my mouth again. This time, I was able to suck a little longer. I would emerge for air and excitedly return to my task below. Each time it seemed I was able to stay down for bit more time. He loved it.

His pace quickened and I could tell he was ready to explode. He pulled me back to the surface as he wanted to fuck me again. We swam together over to the shallow end. He had me sit on one of the steps leading into the water. I faced him as he pulled my legs up by the ankles, opening me wide. I held onto the rail and he fucked me right there. On the concrete steps. My back hurt from the pressure, but I didn’t care.

Afterward we got out the pool, dried off and put on our clothes (remember, for me it was just his t-shirt). We were both exhausted and decided to lay on some lounge chairs by the pool before heading back upstairs. In a matter of minutes, we fell asleep.

I woke up to Wendy standing over me fussing. “Get up! It’s 4:00. My mom is going to be pissed!” Apparently, she and John had fallen asleep upstairs. I jumped up and grabbed my sandals, scurrying off with Wendy. Tony was still passed out by the pool. John was coming down the stairs to get him, as we were going up.

We managed to slip into our room undetected, artfully sliding into bed without a sound.  In typical fashion, Wendy’s mother woke us up around 7:00. Bleary-eyed and sore, I stumbled to the bathroom for a shower and realized that I was still wearing Tony’s Ohio State t-shirt. Lucky for me, no one noticed.

Later that afternoon, we packed up to return home. We’d originally planned on staying one more night, but Wendy’s sister was feeling ill, so we cut the trip short. Which was fine with me. After all, I’d played on the beach with Aaron, learning more than I ever wanted to know about sand. I’d played in the water with Tony, learning an important life skill that gives new meaning to the term “snorkeling.”

By my tawdry standards, it was a very successful trip.

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Sand and Surf (Part 2)

I was out of commission by the second day of our vacation. I learned that sand and sex do not mix well.  And like most everything I’ve gleaned from life, I learned it the hard way. (No pun intended.)

Wendy was a true friend. She put herself on a voluntary hiatus, so that I would not be the odd girl out. We spent the next couple of days sunbathing. At night, we would go to an all-age dance club.  We would dance the night away and stroll in about 1:00 am. It was good clean fun (for a change) and we both enjoyed it. Sometimes, we would hang out at the hotel pool for a while.

One evening, as we soaked our tired dancing feet in the pool, we were joined by two young gentlemen, John and Tony.  They were from Ohio, on vacation with John’s grandparents. John was 18 and was planning to enlist in the military in the fall. He had red hair and a stocky build. Tony was 19 and had the most intense brown eyes. John was intellectual and witty, which was typically my type. But this time, I wanted Tony.

It was getting late and we didn’t want to push our luck with Wendy’s parents, so we made plans to hang out the next day.  After breakfast, Wendy and I went down to the beach for another day of sunbathing and people-watching. John and Tony joined us that afternoon. We walked down to a small amusement park and spent the rest of the day riding all the rides. It was great fun.

That evening we met up with them for dinner at a seafood restaurant. John’s grandparents insisted on meeting us and treated us all to dinner. Funny, Wendy’s parents didn’t even ask where we were eating. His grandparents were very nice and asked a ton of questions. I was always at ease with the parental types since I’d duped my own parents for years. They left the meal thinking we were such nice girls.

As we say down South, “Bless their hearts.”

We all went out dancing, which was simply an act of foreplay for me. Tony moved well on the dance floor and I could just imagine how he would move in bed. He was of Latin descent and sex oozed from his pores.

“It’s hot in here” he said as the music changed to a slow dance.

I leaned into him, “Yes, it is. I’m thirsty. How about you?”

“Very thirsty” he said. “But I’d rather have something other than what they are serving here.”

I could see where this was going. I played coy, “What are you thirsty for, Tony?” I asked.

“I have some vodka back at the hotel. I just need to get some orange juice for a mixer. Want to walk back with me and get a drink?”

Again, being the dirty little slut I was (and still am) I knew exactly where this was going.

I smiled at him with a mischievous grin, “Sure, Tony. Let’s go have that drink.”

We walked back to the hotel. On the way, he stopped at a convenience store and bought some juice. We walked into the room and he fixed us a drink. I was hoping he’d forget about the drink, and drink me instead. But we tossed back our beverages quickly and he proceeded to make us another. (I really felt like telling him that he didn’t need to get me drunk to fuck me, but he seemed intent on getting a buzz.)

We drank that one a bit more slowly.

He took off his shirt. His tanned skin glistened in the light. I wanted him. Badly.

He leaned over and kissed me. I felt his hands on my skin, moving up my thighs as he reached up my dress. My panties were soaked with desire and he could tell how badly I wanted him.

He pushed his fingers within my folds, feeling my sticky wetness. He pushed farther into my throbbing hole. One finger, then another. Pushing three inside me. I moaned a heavy sigh, as I felt him stretch me. God, I wanted him to fuck me.

He loved watching my face as my greedy cunt grasped his digits. I lost all inhibitions and fell into the moment. Grinding. Pushing. Bucking. Edging closer to an orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of me and pushed his hard cock inside. He pounded my body with his as he licked his fingers. I leaned up eagerly licked them too, which sent him over the edge. I could feel his cock spasm as he unloaded inside me.

I then pushed my fingers into my ravaged hole and brought them to my lips…slowly and deliberately cleaning his hot load off of each of them as I stared into his eyes. He took my lead and pushed his fingers inside me, putting them to my lips.

“Suck them clean for me.” he said. He watched me take each of his fingers deep within my mouth as I meticulously sucked and licked his seed from them. He was so aroused by this, that he was ready to fuck again in a matter of minutes.

My legs were up on his shoulders when Wendy and John came in. That was awkward, but they didn’t seem to mind, as they were locked at the lips walking towards John’s bed. They were in their own world and didn’t seem to mind that we were there. Tony was not as comfortable with the arrangement.

“Let’s go down to the pool” he said.

“I don’t have my swimsuit with me” I said. We were staying in the same hotel, but I didn’t want to risk waking Wendy’s parents trying to get it.

He looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry. You won’t need it”

(To be continued)

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Sand and Surf (Part 1)

Summer 1988

Daytona Beach, Florida.  Summer had just begun and I found myself on vacation with my best friend, Wendy and her family. Her mother had just remarried and the only way she could really go on a “honeymoon” was to take the kids along. So there we were: her mom, new stepdad, little sister, older sister, Wendy and me, all crammed into their new minivan (which looked like a lunchbox on wheels). We ventured down from Georgia to the Florida coast in record time.

Once there, her mother “excused” us to go see the sights.  She also excused her sisters to grab some food. I think she wanted some alone time with her new hubby. Wendy and I put on our bikinis and raced down to the ocean to check out the scene. There were people everywhere. We grabbed some chairs and secured a spot in the sand while we took it all in.

Although it was late in the afternoon, we managed to get a head start on our tans. Please note, Southern girls, (especially back then) were all about their tans. It was a sign of status. It was something you “worked” on. It was something to be achieved. And we were well on our way. In fact, I got a bit too much sun and my shoulders were pink. We headed back to the room to get showered and changed for dinner.

Her family was so different from mine. With my folks, we always had a big production over dinner. Where we were going…how far away it was…who was driving…when we were leaving…and it went on and on. With her family, her stepdad gave us each $20 and told us to grab whatever we wanted.

And we were off again.

This may sound cheesy, no…not “may” sound, it will sound cheesy, but stay with me. Wendy and I looked so much alike that people regularly mistook us for twins. So we often dressed alike, which always drew second glances…exactly what we wanted.  We were almost identical except she was slightly taller and her eyes were a true blue. But I had the C-cups and fuller lips. Dressed in red tanks and white shorts, we hit the strip in search of some fun.

We were approached by so many different guys. Some of them our age, some of them older, some of them MUCH older. They flocked around us. I think most men have some type of deep-seeded twin fantasy. And we loved the adoration. 

There was a pair of young men that seemed to hold our attention longer than the others. They were dental students on vacation from somewhere up north. Aaron was very blonde, with an angular face and dark eyes. He was quiet and pensive. He reminded me of Sting. I could tell there was a darkness underneath his introverted surface, so I gravitated more towards him. His friend’s name was Jeremy. He was muscular, loud and raucous, just how Wendy liked her men. 

We grabbed some food at a local diner and then set out for a nightly stroll on the beach. Wendy and Jeremy walked ahead of us. They were drinking beer and laughing. They chased each other in the water and played around like kids. It was their version of foreplay. Aaron and I hung back a bit. We were in the middle of a long chat about physics (no lie). I was turned on by his intellect. I enjoyed his awkwardness. I knew he had potential to be a lot of fun. The ones who are wound the tightest, usually are. We decided to sit down on an abandoned blanket on the beach and continue our conversation.

“Wendy and Jeremy seem to be having a lot of fun,” he said, motioning over to where they were. Wendy was on Jeremy’s shoulders while he ran into the waves.  He would pretend to throw her into the water and she would squeal for him to stop. They were having a ball. “Are you sure you want to hang out with me? I know I am bit boring compared to him.”

I smiled at him, “No. I am right where I want to be, Aaron. I enjoy these deep conversations.”

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. I laid back on the blanket and looked up at the sky. It was truly magical to see the stars like that. I was trying to decipher the constellations, when I felt his mouth on mine.

His kiss was choppy and nervous. He seemed unsure of himself, which made him even more awkward. I reached up and touched his cheek, pushing the hair away from his eyes. He stopped and looked at me. Stared at me, like he’d never felt that type of touch. Then he leaned in to kiss me again, but this time, it was good.

Soon he was on top of me. Right there…on the beach, just like in “From Here to Eternity” but we were far away from the water’s edge.  In fact, we moved back a bit, behind a dune for privacy.  We undressed each other without hesitation, with no worry about our location.  It was pure passion. The kind you have with someone you’ve just met, that you know you’ll never see again. It’s liberating.

I felt him enter me. I could tell he was not as experienced as me, but that was okay. I was accustomed to being the teacher. I guided the rhythm and pushed my hips to meet his. It was so incredibly hot, being out there on the beach and the risk of being caught fueled my fire. I pulled him into my body and flipped positions on him. Being on top gave me even more control. He loved it. He’d never had a woman on top before. He was enamored with my soft, full breasts and teased them relentlessly. He came within minutes of me mounting him. His loud growl could be heard halfway down the shore.

We got ourselves dressed and caught up with Wendy and Jeremy. Both of them were drunk, soaked from the ocean and spent from their little tryst on an empty lounge chair. Aaron and Jeremy walked us back to our hotel and bid us goodnight. It was 3:00 in the morning. Wendy’s parents were sound asleep. We managed to slip into bed unnoticed.

That morning, her mother woke us up early for breakfast. I rolled out of bed, sore and tired. I shuffled to the bathroom and felt like I was on FIRE.  No, not from a sunburn. That would have been far less painful. Sand had migrated into my nether regions during my little jaunt on the beach. Yikes! But that’s what you get when you play in the sandbox, right? 

All of that on the first night of the vacation. There were six more days to stir up trouble…and we made sure we did. beach blanket-1

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Triple Play Weekend, pt. 3

I arrived at the Hampton Inn, sore and tired. I smelled of sex and desperately needed a shower. I pulled my suitcase behind me, walking a little slower than usual. My legs felt like I’d run a marathon, which is partly true…I’d been on a sex marathon. Dave met me at the door, “Good morning, Beautiful. Come on in.  I just started the shower for you.”

He kissed me on the cheek and led me into the room. He placed my suitcase on the luggage rack.  “I am going to pick up breakfast for us, so take your time in the shower. I will be back in a few.”

The shower felt heavenly. The hot water relaxed my sore muscles as I tried to wash the dirty deeds from my skin. I thought about the last two days. I had been such a naughty slut. Fucking two men in two days…and I was in another man’s hotel room, taking a shower. I finished up and threw on my gown while I dried my hair. I heard Dave walk into the room and I peeked out of the bathroom.

“Are you hungry, Tess?” he asked.

I was starving. So much sex made me ravenous. I nodded to him. He smiled at me as he walked into the bathroom and began brushing my hair as I dried it. His touch was sweet and I felt comfortable with him. Once my hair was dry, we ate breakfast. He fixed my plate, as if I were a child, wiping some butter from my lip, just like my dad used to. It was a completely different experience for me. But I liked it. I needed to be pampered after all I’d done. He looked at me as I finished my plate.

“Are you planning to get dressed, young lady? Or are you wearing that sexy gown in hopes that I will have my way with you?”

Well…I might as well make it three for three, right?

“Dave, I guess I am being a bad girl. Maybe you should have your way with me.”

“Good. I am glad. Now on the bed, Princess. Face down. I am going to give you a massage. And take the gown off.”

I did as he instructed and he rubbed my shoulders and back. I was naked and exposed, but I felt safe.His hands were strong and experienced. He rubbed my lower back, then my ass his fingers moving down to my sweet spot. I was sore, but his touch was gentle and soft. I moaned with pleasure as he whispered, “I want you to cum for me, Princess.” And in a matter of minutes, I had an orgasm. He rolled me onto my back and pulled my legs onto his shoulders, licking me clean. He entered me in a slow, steady rhythm, carefully pulling me into him. He held both of my hands and placed them over my head as he pushed deeper.

“You should have been here with me last night, Princess. Shouldn’t you?” he growled. His pace was quickening and his thrusts were more forceful.

“Answer me, when I ask you a question.” he quipped. He was holding my arms down fucking me hard and fast. I felt myself closer and closer to orgasm.

“Yes…I should have been here with you.” I muttered, barely able to formulate a sentence.

He stopped and dropped down on his knees to devour me, relentless in his pursuit of my climax.  “Cum for me Princess. Cum all over me. Do it now.” and he pulled another orgasm from me, almost on demand.

At this point, I was spent. I’d had multiple orgasms with all three of my suitors and my body was exhausted. Just when I thought I could take no more, I felt him inside me again. He pushed my knees up to my shoulders and fucked the hell out of me. We both came in an absolute frenzy. He collapsed onto the bed and pulled me close to him.

“Did you like how I fucked you, Princess?”he asked, as he stroked my face, peering into my eyes for a response.

“Yes! I love how you fucked me. I also love how you take care of me.” I said.

He pulled me into his chest and kissed my forehead, “Good. That’s a good girl.”

We drifted off to sleep and were rudely awakened by housekeeping’s urgent knock at the door.  We’d slept beyond check out time. Dave called down to the front desk and explained that we fell asleep and would be out shortly.  We got dressed and headed out for some lunch.

I looked at the time and realized that there was no time to go out for lunch. My babysitter would be wondering where I was. So we decided to grab a quick bite at McDonalds, which was at the exit I needed to take to go home.

I told Dave what I wanted, but he cut me off mid-sentence. “I will order for you, Princess.  Now go find us a place to sit.” And with that he kissed my forehead.

I found a seat and he walked over with a tray of food.  He placed my order in front of me and unwrapped the chicken sandwich, and opened the straw putting it into my drink.  “Now eat. You have a long drive ahead of you.”

Without question…without becoming annoyed by his controlling way, I did as he asked. This time, he didn’t wipe anything from my face, as I was very careful not to let that happen again. He walked me to my car and we parted with a long hug and kiss, where he reached up and pulled a handful of hair…just to remind me who was in charge.  He was annoyed that I didn’t have a working Bluetooth and gave me one of his spare ones. “I want you hands-free and safe. I will call you in 45 minutes to see how your drive is going. Be safe, Princess” and with that he kissed me on the forehead and put me in the car.

Within 45 minutes, he called.  We talked for most of the drive back. Our call was interrupted several times by calls from Mark and Sean, but I stayed on the line with Dave. I l really liked Dave, but he was a bit too intense for me.  He wanted complete control over everything, and I was not ready to give anyone that level of control.  Nice guy…we saw each other a few times afterward and the sex was always good, but that was where it ended for me.

I drove home from my weekend in a pensive sort of mood. I thought back to the fun I’d had with Mark, the experience I had with Sean and his piercing and my time with Daddy Dom Dave.  They were all good guys. I had a good time with each of them.

That was one memorable Memorial Day weekend! Thank God I had Monday off of work to recover. Thinking back, I believe I took Tuesday off too.

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Triple Play Weekend, pt. 2

Memorial Day Weekend, 2014

Saturday morning arrived and I began packing to visit the pierced shrink in Hilton Head. Although I was only going for one night, I had no idea what to bring. Would we go out? Would we stay in? What type of lingerie should I pack? Sweet and demure? Tawdry?  So I ended up packing a bunch of shit I knew I didn’t need, but had ‘just in case’.  I arrived a couple of hours late (due to the babysitter’s delay) and I texted him when I pulled up at the main entrance.

He lived in a gated community on a marina. There were old world shops and cafes lining the sidewalk. His condo faced the water and he met me at the car. “It’s nice to meet you, I am Sean.” He got my suitcase from the trunk and took me by the hand as we walked towards his condo. My legs and body were still sore from being with Mark the day before. We boarded the elevator and out of nowhere, he pushed me up against the back wall and planted a deep passionate kiss on my unsuspecting mouth. “I can’t wait to have you.” he said.

His condo was on a corner unit, top floor. His large balcony faced the marina. We sat outside sipping on wine. I stood at the railing and looked out at all the boats when he walked up behind me, “I want you right here, Tessa.  Right now.”

At first, I was reluctant…shying away at the thought of fucking him outside on his balcony, but then I realized…I am on an island…with a shrink…with a piercing, so I went for it. He quickly disrobed me and himself. I wanted to look at his cock (before he put on the condom). I needed to see this piercing. His cock was quite large for his small stature, the piercing was a stud, midway down the shaft. I began to feel a tinge of panic, wondering if it would hurt when he entered me. I worried if the piercing would tear the condom…and before I could think about it, I felt him inside me.

I was still sore from being savagely fucked the day prior, but the piercing rubbed against my G-spot and sent me over the edge, almost instantly. He told me to hold on to the rail as he picked my legs up and fucked me deeper. It was so intense, I moaned…loudly. I didn’t care if anyone heard me…I didn’t care if anyone saw us…I just wanted more. We moved to his bedroom and he fucked me from behind. I watched him pound me from a mirror that faced the bed. It was a hot scene…primal and dirty. And it was about to get dirtier.

I felt him finger my ass with his thumb, as he fucked me, which drove me crazy. I was putty in his hands and he knew it. He pulled out of my cunt and pushed his cock in my ass. The piercing made me squeal as I pushed my body into his. I wanted it. I wanted the sweet tinge of pain that came with every thrust. He lasted a long time and I came repeatedly. The piercing sent me over the edge and I felt like an animal, a beast..glazed over from the pleasure. Dripping with desire for more. He reached orgasm and we moved to the shower. He went from being a sex god, to a quirky sixth grader in a matter of minutes. It was so strange. Afterward, went out for dinner and he was quiet. Very quiet. I received a text from the IT guy (Daddy Dom Dave) and I excused myself, telling the shrink it was the babysitter.

“Did you go to Hilton Head?” he texted.

I texted back, “Yes. I am here now.”

“Good. So am I. I was worried you may need me, so I booked a room at the Hampton. Is everything okay?”

I could not believe that he would travel to Hilton Head to ensure I was okay. It was thoughtful and creepy at the same time. Since I was already outside alone (taking the fictional call from the sitter), I decided to call him.

“I cannot believe you drove to Hilton Head to make sure I was okay. Thanks, stalker!” I said in a playful tone.

“Well, I also wanted to see you. And it’s only an hour away from my house. Let me take you to breakfast tomorrow. Ditch the shrink and meet me in the morning….or tonight, if you need to.” he laughed.

“I think I will stay over tonight. But I will call you if I need to. What time and where do you want to meet tomorrow morning?”

“Just come to the hotel and we can take my car. I know a great place on the water. Best breakfast you’ve ever had.”

“It’s a date! Now I need to get back to my date!”

I walked back inside the restaurant and he was ready to leave. From there, we walked to a bar in his community and I drank far more than I should have. Tipsy and horny we sauntered back to his place, where he fucked me again. And again. We fell asleep and he woke me up to fuck me again. The next morning arrived and I was exhausted and sore. I opened my eyes to find a cup of coffee waiting for me at the bedside. I heard him in the shower and decided it was a good time to make a swift exit. He was quiet when he got out of the bathroom, back to his quirky personality. I was packed up and ready to go.

“I have to get on the road. Thank you so much for having me.” I said.

“It was fun. Come see me again. Soon.” he said.

He offered to help get my suitcase to the car, but I’d already taken it down while he was in the shower. We kissed and I walked out the door, texting Dave, the Daddy Dom, as I walked to my car. Damn, my legs were so sore.

Me: “On my way to the Hampton. Can I use your shower when I get there. Needed to make a quick exit this morning.”

Dave: “Sure thing! Want some coffee?”

Me: “Yes. Please. I am sooo tired.”

Dave: “Room 212. Door will be open.Be safe driving.”

And there I was…on my way to visit bachelor #3. The last stop on my triple play adventure.

(To be continued)

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Triple Play Weekend, pt. 1

Spring 2014.

As the days began to heat up, so did my desire. The warmth of sun during the day and the longer evenings at night seemed to ignite my curiosity. I was experimenting with online dating and had found a few prospects to chat with here and there. One of them was a pharmaceutical sales rep, another was an IT professional and another was a psychiatrist. There were a barrage of others, but these three were the ones I spoke with most often.

The psychiatrist was odd. Quirky and moody. Chatty one minute and then suddenly quiet. He lived about 3 hours away, on Hilton Head Island.  He invited me to visit several times and although I was tempted because of the location, his mercurial personality kept me from making any definite plans. That seemed to irritate and intrigue him at the same time. The pharmaceutical rep was very upfront.  He wanted a long-term affair, as his marriage worked well from a home/kids stance, but there was no passion. He had a deep Southern accent and cussed like a sailor, dropping f-bombs like poetry. And the IT guy was an experienced kinkster. He and his ex-wife were into swinging with other couples. When they split he started a relationship with a much younger woman, who looked to him for everything. After a couple of years, they split. I could tell by the third conversation, he was a Daddy Dom. He liked rescuing the damsel in distress. He liked having control. I found him interesting.

And really…if I am being truthful, all I wanted from any of these guys was hot sex. No long-term relationships. Nothing serious. I just wanted some fun. So given that predicament, what’s a bad girl to do? Or let me rephrase that…WHO is a bad girl to do? It was a difficult decision, as I’d grown fond of all of them. Memorial Day weekend was upon me and I had invites to meet them all…who to pick?  Why choose? Meet all three…which is precisely what I did.

I took Friday off and the pharmaceutical rep, Mark, paid me a visit. He lived several hourse south of me and drove in early that morning.  I watched him as he pulled in my driveway.  He was hot as hell and could have been Mark Walhberg’s stunt double. DAAAYYYUMM, he was sexy.  Such swagger. Such confidence.  He arrived at my door, which I’d left ajar, and walked into my house to find me on my knees waiting for him.  He swaggered over to me with that boyish grin and said, “You are one sexy bitch. I am going to love fucking you.” And with that he dropped trou and parted my lips with his thick cock. He pushed the hair from my face and looked into my eyes as he fucked my throat. He took me by the hand and walked me over to the loveseat where bent me over and devoured my wet cunt. He held me open as he went about his work. I came unglued and that fueled his fire. He could talk dirty better than anyone I’d ever met and his filthy language brought me to a different place of arousal. He goaded me as he pushed his cock inside me. “Motherfuck that’s some good shit..such a sloppy wet pussy. So fucking tight around me. I wanna feel you squirt on my dick. Come on me and suck it off you dirty little slut.” And he went on from there, “Fuck that is so good. Motherfuck you are tight” Let’s just say that it was late afternoon before we both knew it.  I could barely stand upright as he had worked my body over. My hair was a matted mess and we looked at each other and laughed. “Damn, girl. You know how to fuck. I can’t wait to see you again.” We stayed in bed and talked for a bit before he was on his way. I watched him swagger into his car and let out a long sigh…He was just what I was craving.

A few minutes later my phone buzzed with a text. It was the shrink from Hilton Head. “Please come see me this weekend. We will have a good time, I promise.” And with that, I responded, “I will be there tomorrow.  Send me your address.” He was shocked! And immediately called me, “Are you serious? You are finally going to visit me?”

“Yes. Let me get a babysitter and I will be there tomorrow and tomorrow night.  I will need to go home early Sunday.” He seemed excited and then said, “there’s something I need to tell you.” And I thought…here it comes.  He’s married…or he’s not really a shrink…or he doesn’t actually live where he said he did..or better yet, he’s a serial killer. I braced myself for the news.

“I have a piercing on my…on my cock. I’ve had it for years and women love the feel of it. I didn’t want you to be surprised if things go there.”

Of course things were going there.  I was intrigued by the piercing. It was something I’d not experienced before. I was excited by the thought of how it would feel. My response was positive,”I can’t wait to experience what that feels like. I will see you tomorrow.”

So there it was…Mark Walhberg one day…the pierced shrink the next. It was going to be a good weekend…and this bad girl was just getting started.

(To be continued)

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No Pain…No Gain

Usually when you see the words “no pain, no gain” it is about exercise, growth and discipline. In my case, it was quite literal.(Warning…this post may not be for everyone. It is intense and graphic and long.  Proceed with caution…)

During the Spring of 2014, I went on a quest for enlightenment. There was nothing taboo on my to-do list.  I wanted to explore.  I wanted to experience.  I wanted to feel alive again. I needed to be released from captivity.  I didn’t know where to start.  There were NO prospects at work.  Lee and I were still in contact, but I wanted someone new.  I wanted new experiences.  So I created an “Alt.com” account. (For those of you who aren’t familiar, Alt.com is a “dating” site for those who are into BDSM, and/or different kinks/fetishes)

And my inbox was inundated with enlightenment. About 100 messages later, I filtered out a couple of interesting propositions.  The one that really caught my attention was the sadist. He was unapologetic and direct. He was aroused by inflicting pain on his subjects. He did clarify that he did not go to extremes, but helped people release their most dark and deviant desires. I was reluctant but intrigued.  After all, I’d done just about everything on my sexual bucket list, many times over, so I felt that I needed to expand my perspective.

After talking and messaging for over a month, we agreed to meet one weekend.  I wanted to ensure my safety, so we exchanged pertinent information.  I verified his full name, address, date of birth, occupation, and had a friend run a background check on him.  Yes, I know…a bit overboard, but his check was clean and he was who he said he was.  My friend knew exactly where we were going and I was to check in after we met, so that she would know I was okay.  He lived about an hour from me, and reserved a hotel suite for our adventures. I liked that we were meeting in a neutral location. It gave me an added sense of security.  It made me feel  like I wouldn’t end up in the bottom of a well with him screaming, “put the fucking lotion in the basket.” I also liked that he sent me an actual questionnaire, regarding my limits and curiosities.  We reviewed it together in detail so we would be on the same page.  He knew my limits and he knew my kinks. And I had no idea what to expect.

I was to arrive in the room first and get ready for the evening.  He asked that I wear a black dress and heels. So I happily obliged and took my time getting ready.  I had no idea what I was preparing for, but I was giddy with anticipation. He knew I was nervous and asked me to go to the hotel bar for a drink, before he got there. I was almost finished with the third Cosmo when I received a text, “I am here. Come now.”

I tossed back the drink, cashed out and made my way to the room.  He was waiting at the door for me, with a large imposing black bag and a sadistic grin. I walked towards him realizing that there was still time to turn and run the other way. But instead, I walked with confidence and purpose, eager to release the demons that lurked deep within my bones.

“Hello, Kevin.  I am Tess.  Nice to meet you”

He had an imposing stature, tall and muscular.  He was dressed in black slacks and a black shirt. His sandy blonde hair was slightly messy and he smelled divine. “It’s nice to meet you, Tess.  Are you ready?” he asked as I put the card in the door.

I smiled and said, “I think so.” and with that he put his arm around my waist and walked me into the room, backing me up against the wall. He said, “Are you ready is a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question.  I need an answer now.  If you don’t want to go further, it’s okay. But I need to know NOW.”

He took the breath away from me. I was scared and aroused and I looked into his brown eyes and said, “The answer is yes.  Yes I am ready.”

“Good. What is the safeword we discussed?” he asked.

“Red is to stop.  Yellow to slow down.”

“Good girl.  Take off the dress.  Leave on the heels.”

I slowly unzipped my dress and let it fall to my feet.  I stared into his eyes as I removed my bra and eased my lacy black panties down my legs. I stood before him, completely naked, in heels.

He walked towards me and clutched my throat as he kissed me. “You are so beautifully sexy and vulnerable right now. I am going to fuck you till you can’t walk.  I am going to hurt you and allow to let go of yourself. On your knees, now.”

I fell to my knees and looked up at him.  He stroked my chin as he pulled his hard cock from his pants. “Suck until I tell you to stop.” he ordered.  I took him into my mouth as he pushed himself farther and farther, aggressively fucking my throat. It was a messy scene of saliva and tears with smeared lipstick and runny mascara, as he made my eyes water with every thrust.  “Your tears are sexy as hell. This is just the beginning. Stand up and put your hands on the table, spread your legs.”

He stood behind me and I could feel his hard cock on my body. He growled in my ear, “You are not allowed to cum, until I tell you.  Do you understand?”

I said, “Yes, I understand” and with that, he pushed my face down onto the table and began fucking me. He started massaging my clit while he fucked my hole and I felt myself beginning to climax.  I gritted my teeth and concentrated on not having an orgasm, but he would not stop. I was panicked because I didn’t know how to stop myself from going over the edge. I said, “I don’t know if I can stop. Please let me cum.”

He laughed and said, “No. You have to take it. If you cum, I will stop. I will leave. And we will not go any further.”

I didn’t want that to happen, as I wanted to push limits with him, so I regained composure and focused on taking his torment.  A few minutes later, he stopped and told me to grab a towel and get on the bed.  As I began walking towards the bedroom, he snapped, “Crawl to me, slut.” I still had my heels on and I clenched the towel with my teeth as I crawled to the bed.

“Very nice. Now give me your hands.” he swiftly placed leather cuffs on my wrists and tied me to the bed. I felt nervous by what was coming next when I heard the sound of him rummaging through his bag of tricks.  He pulled out several items and I felt a sense of terror as I heard him approach me. I was face down on the bed, with my hands tied and I could not see what was coming.

“Open your legs wide.” He felt the wetness of my cunt and began fingering me.  He abruptly stopped and then fingered my ass.  He stopped and I could hear him squirting lube on his fingers as he assaulted my tight hole again. He was preparing me for something and I was excited by what was coming next.

He walked towards my face and showed me what was coming next.  He was holding a large dildo in his hand.  He stroked my cheek with it and said, “I am about to fuck your ass with this huge, 11 inch dildo. You are going to take every inch of it, aren’t you?  Oh, it is going to hurt, isn’t it?”  I nodded.  “What’s your safeword, Tess?”

“Red to stop, yellow to slow down.” I said.  My heart was racing. He began to push the large instrument in my ass, slowly, twisting it to add to the torment.  He kept whispering, “Take it, Tess.  Take it all.” and ironically, I found the sound of his voice comforting.  I relaxed as he filled me. Once I’d taken the entire length of the dildo, he told me to hold it there.

He massaged my feet with one hand as he pushed the dildo into my ass in a slow rhythm. I loved the pain. I craved each thrust. I felt myself getting close to the edge, when he stopped to retrieve something from his bag.  I heard him open a package and then felt something cold on my foot, like an alcohol pad, between my toes.

“On your questionnaire, you had a strong curiosity about needle play.  I am about put needles between your toes, while I continue to violate your ass. So I will need you to be completely still.”

I shuddered at the thought and yet I felt aroused.  He showed me that each needle was sterile packed in an individual package (did I mention that he was physician’s assistant). He opened the space between my great toe and the other toe, wiped it down again and inserted a 25g needled in between my toes.  It was intoxicating.  The feeling of pressure, of penetration, of a slight prick of pain all while being ass-fucked was almost too much.  He kept at his work, and before long I had needles in both feet, a dildo in my ass and his cock in my hole.  He held my feet up as he fucked me, his body driving the dildo farther inside me.  I was so overcome with sensation that I began to come unglued.  I started to weep.  Not from the pain, but from the pleasure…from the release.

He was aroused by my tears and picked up the pace, savagely fucking me. “Tess, you are allowed to cum now.  Let go.  Let it go.” And with that I let go and had the most intense orgasm of my life. I gushed all over, the bed was soaked and so was my pillow, from where I’d been crying. He came immediately after and slowly removed the dildo from my ass and the needles from my toes.  He untied my wrists and removed the cuffs.  He turned me to face him.  I was still emotional from the experience.

Without a single word, he got a warm washcloth and wiped my tears.  He kissed my forehead as he began to clean me up. His touch was tender and affectionate.  He whispered in my ear, “You were amazing tonight.  You truly let yourself go.  How do you feel?’

My voice was shaky from the intensity of what had just happened.  Teary-eyed I looked at him and said, “I don’t know how I feel.  I feel confused, but I feel content.”

He scooped me up in his arms and held me as we drifted off to sleep. I awoke to him packing his bag.  He sat on the bed next to me. “You are probably going to feel some confusion over what you experienced tonight. I am here to talk to you whenever you need me. This is just the beginning of what we could do together.  If you want to explore more, I will be here.  If you don’t, that’s okay.  I will understand either way.  This is not for everyone.  But your response was beautiful and liberating. I do hope we can see each other again.”

And with that, he placed a bottle of water on the nightstand, tucked me into the covers like a child, kissed my forehead and left. A couple of minutes later I received a text, “room service comes at 7:30 with breakfast.  You need to eat something, Tess.  Text me when you get home.”

To be continued…

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Is It a Crime?

The year was 1986.

I was quite the social butterfly that summer.  I’d made many new friends in my neighborhood and we were always sleeping over at each other’s houses.  I had finally started to like the area, when I found out we were moving from upstate South Carolina, back to Georgia.  Needless to say, I was not happy.  But there was nothing I could do about it, so I partied like it was 1999, in 1986.  I knew my time was limited, so I threw caution to the wind (not that I ever held it in my hand) and made the most of every single minute there!

As I’ve shared, there were many young men in my “harem” at that time…the good boys, the bad boys…the preppy boys….the ones too old for me…the pretty boys, and of course, the preacher’s son.  I felt it was high time for me to try my hand at the dangerous boys.  I knew exactly who I wanted, but had no clue as to how or when I could make it happen.

His name was Anastasios.  His parents owned the only Greek restaurant in town.  Tasso (as he preferred to be called) was about 19 years old and worked in his parent’s restaurant, among other things.  I say this because he owned a brand new top of the line black Mercedes Benz.  You don’t make that kind of cash, working as a waiter. His parents drove a beat up station wagon.  No, there was more to his story that meets the eye.  I suspected he was selling drugs, but could never confirm it.  The cloud of suspicion was just enough to wet my whistle and I wanted this Hellenic bad boy.

I talked one of my new friends into having lunch with me at the restaurant. She hated Greek food, but tagged along to help me with my plan.  He was not our waiter, but I got his attention with one of my sultry looks from across the room.  He grinned and took our table from his sister who was waiting on us.  We’d not placed our food order when he sauntered over to our table.

“Hello, I’m Tasso.  What you two girls hungry for?” he said, with a mischievous grin.

That was all the encouragement I needed…I replied with, “I am hungry.  Very hungry.  Just don’t know what it is that I have a taste for” and I licked my lips.

He retorted, “Oh, I think you do.  I think you know exactly what you want” and he stared me in the eyes.  It scared the shit out of me.  I was accustomed to being the aggressor.  Maybe I was biting off more that I could swallow, before I tasted my first bite.

I stuttered my order of souvlaki and spanakopita and shyly looked down at my hands.  His directness was sexy and scary at the same time.  He knelt down to meet my gaze.  “What else can I get for you, Tessa?”

He knows my name?  How does he know my name?  I was flustered, but regained my composure, as I perceived his knowledge of who I was…as a victory in this tête–à–tête we were having.

I looked into his obsidian eyes, smiled and said, “I think you know, Tasso”

My poor friend.  She was just there as my wingman, and she was in the middle of all of this. But she took it like a champ and choked down her feta like a good friend would.  The food came out and as I was eating, Tasso handed me a note.

“I want to see you.  Meet me tonight.  I can have my driver pick you up.”

His driver?  WHAT?  Why would a 19 year old waiter have a driver for his brand new Mercedes?  The intrigue was building with each exchange.

I wrote him back with two words, “When? Where?”

He knelt down beside me and said, “We will come get you at your house.  Where do you live?”

I giggled.  Like my parents were going to let their young teenage daughter ride off into the sunset with Zorba and his driver.  “I will have to meet you somewhere besides my house.  Strict parents, you know.”

He nodded.  And then he whispered in my ear.  “You probably need to let loose, if you’ve got strict parents, huh?  I know just what you need.”

We made arrangements for him to pick me up at 9:30 at my friend Erica’s house.  She lived several houses down and I wouldn’t be seen by my parents, or curious neighbors.  I made up a story about a slumber party, packed a bag and headed to Erica’s.  I called my mom when I got there and told her I would walk home in the morning.  She didn’t suspect a thing.  Erica’s parents were potheads, so they had no clue who was at the house, who left the house or who came into the house.  They were usually stoned.

9:30 arrived and I saw the headlights pull into the driveway.  An older Greek man stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the door to the backseat, as if he were a limo driver.  He said nothing, just nodded to me.  I got in the back, sitting next to Tasso, who looked delicious.  He had on a white jacket, linen pants and a pale blue shirt.  Very Miami Vice (which was popular).Very sexy.

He held my hand as the driver took us to the destination.  I had no idea where we were going and that was exciting.  The whole thing was exciting.  Tasso was quiet, but said something in Greek to the driver.  He put on some music and Tasso leaned over and smelled my hair. “You smell good”

“Thank you, so do you.” I said

“What is Tasso going to do with such a sweet young lady?” he said to himself.  His thick Greek accent was oozing with sex and I was ready to see what happened next.  The driver turned onto a road with a boat dock.  Parked the car in a secluded area and stepped out, facing away from the car.

“It’s just us now.  Tell me what you’re hungry for.”and he leaned over and kissed me.  “Tasso wants you.  He wants to show how hungry he is for you.”

Af first, I was put off with how he referred to himself in third person, but it was his language barrier.  It made him different.  Added to the intrigue.

He kissed me like no one else has, before or after him. He was so passionate, so in the moment.  Before I knew it my clothes were in the front seat and he was still fully dressed. He picked up my hips, pulled my thighs apart, tasting me at first, then devouring me.  He was relentless in his quest. He held me there for such a long time, that I was drenched in sweat and delirious from the pleasure.  I was experienced in sex, but had never had ANYONE pleasure me like that. He would come up from his meal to ask me if I wanted more.  I didn’t know how to respond.  I wanted more, but could I take more?

I managed to mutter, “Yes” and he kept on.  He treated me as if I were a 7 course meal.  I was thirsty and spent and we’d not even had sex yet.  He tapped on the steamed window..His driver came to the door and Tasso said something in Greek.  The driver opened the trunk and handed Tasso a glass bottle.

“This is a Greek drink.  You will like it.” he handed it to me after he sipped it.  It tasted like licorice and I did like it.  In fact, I drank too much too fast and felt like I was floating. I faded in and out for a few minutes as Tasso carried on with his dinner.  I came back down to reality and noticed that he was completely undressed.  He took my hand and guided it to his hard cock, showing me how he wanted me to stroke it.  I did exactly as he showed me and then I took him in my mouth.  I was so uninhibited by the drink (I later found out was called ouzo)  that I took him deep.  I returned the favor in a big way.

He was so aroused by my performance that he could no longer hold back.  He turned me to face the side window and fucked me like a god. He flipped me on my back and devoured me again before he continued fucking me some more.  All the while, he said dirty things.  He described how I felt to him, growling as he plunged into my sex.  He talked about how I tasted and how he wanted more of me..how he wanted me to pass out from the pleasure he gave me….how he wanted my lips on his wet cock before he finished fucking me…I had never been talked to like that before and I loved it.  He was indeed that bad boy I craved.

We stayed in that spot for another couple of hours, while his driver waited outside. He had retrieved a chair from the trunk and sat a few feet from the front of the car.  His presence no longer bothered me.  We had the windows down and I didn’t care if anyone heard me moan or scream or beg for more.  It was too good for me to stop.

That was the only time we were together.  After our marathon of an evening, his driver took us to the restaurant.  It was dark and empty.  Tasso fixed us a snack and playing over the speakers was “An Evening with Sade”.  The radio station would play an entire album late at night and call it “An Evening with….” That was the first time I heard, “Is it Crime” and I smiled to myself…knowing what we’d done bordered on criminal…knowing whatever he did to afford his luxury lifestyle was criminal…knowing that my web of lies to get out for the evening was criminal.  I was such a bad girl.

I got back to Erica’s house around 4:00 am.  I was exhausted and sore.  The next day I awoke to find bite marks all over my body.  We had feasted on each other and left evidence to prove it. I didn’t care.  I would find a way to cover my tracks.  I always did.

A few years ago, while working for hospice, I had the opportunity to pass through my old town in the upstate. His family’s Greek restaurant had been replaced by some franchised chain.  There was no trace of Tasso.  And even though it was one night, I will never forget my evening with him.

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The First Time I…

Summer, 1993.

It was a typical Saturday night.  I was between relationships and in between flings, and my roommates asked me to come with them to a party. At first, I was reluctant to go. I didn’t feel like getting ready for an evening out. But they were persistent, reminding me that my next “victim” could be there…waiting for me to have my way with him. I took the bait and before I knew it, we were on our way.

The party was across town at another college. It was packed.  There must have been about 80 people there, mostly girls.  The music was decent, but I wasn’t feeling the vibe. My roommates scurried over to a group of their friends and I found my way to a empty place on a worn out couch.  The place smelled of beer and I was planning my exit.  Quite honestly, I was pissed.  I would have been happier at home.

Just as I was about to flee the scene, I saw him.  Oooh, I saw him.  He walked in through the out door.  I sat my ass back down and watched him stride through the crowd.  I felt like a hunter stalking her prey. I envisioned all the naughty things I could do with him.  He was beautiful.  Tall and lean.  Broad shoulders.  Dimples.  Flawless skin.  I was doing a mental inventory of his attributes when some idiot spilled their drink on me.  Luckily, I was able to move quickly and only a little got on my skirt.  I was looking for a towel or napkins, when I felt a hand pull me over the side.

“Looks like you moved just in time.” he said.  It was HIM!  He had come to my rescue.  I felt my face flush. He was so incredibly handsome, that I felt nervous.

“Yes, I have quick reflexes.” I muttered.

“Yes, you do.  Let’s go into the kitchen and find you a towel”  He took hold of my hand and effortlessly guided me through the crowd into the kitchen.  Fumbling around in cabinets and drawers, he found a small tea towel.  He handed it to me and our eyes met.  We held the gaze until it became awkward. I dried my skirt and thanked him the towel.

The kitchen was becoming more and more crowded.  “Let’s get out of here.” he said.  “I don’t know why I came here tonight.  I don’t even like these kind of parties. I need some air.  Let’s go outside”

We walked out back and found a couple of lawn chairs.  He pulled them together and wiped my seat off before we sat down.  He extended his hand to me.

“Hi, my name is Courtney.” Courtney?  I’d never met a man named Courtney.  

“I am Tessa”

Still holding onto my hand, he pulled it up to his lips and kissed it.  “Nice to meet you, Tessa.” he grinned.  JESUS…he was handsome…and smooth.

“Nice to meet you, too.” I said.

We talked outside for a long time.  One of my roommates peeked through the door to check on me and I gave her the all good sign.  She giggled as she turned back inside.  She knew where this was headed.

But it didn’t go there.  Normally, I would have bagged and tagged this guy in a matter of hours. Drained the life force from his body and left him before dawn, with a smile.  But this was different.  There was a sincere connection.  I wanted to know him.  He wanted to know me.

“What are you doing tomorrow” he asked.

“I don’t have any plans.  How about you?” I said.

“I am taking you on a picnic.  Shall I pick you up around noon?”

“I’d love that.” I said.

“Good.  I will have the food.  Do you have a blanket we could use?” he asked.

I thought to myself…Me? Do I have a blanket for such occasions?  Don’t you know who I am?  I have a blanket to do whatever you need.  Wherever you want.  

Instead I answered, politely, “Yes.  I have a perfect blanket for a picnic.”

And he walked me back inside, helping me find my roommates.  We left soon after and there was a buzz about my new suitor.

My roommate Mary said, “You tramp!  You just had to pick the finest one in there, didn’t you? Damn he is hot.”  No lie…he really was.

Sunday arrived and we had a lovely picnic at a local park.  He’d picked up sandwiches and fruit and we ate in a shaded area close to the woods.  He was even more beautiful in the light of day.  I was looking demurely sexy in a sexy pink sundress with a plunging halter neckline and my long dark wavy hair spilled over my shoulders .  I could see that he liked my ensemble.  I could see that we really liked each other.

We shared our first kiss on the blanket as I anxiously anticipated what would happen next. But he didn’t make a move towards anything sexual.  I was a bit confused.  Most men would have made some sort of advance, given the setting and the chemistry between us. But he was different.

“I would like to take you to dinner, tonight” he said, touching my face.

“I would like that” I said.

“And I would like for you to stay with me, at my place afterwards.” he said.

I stared into his golden brown eyes and said, “I would like that, too”

He drove me back to my apartment as I nervously packed an overnight bag for my evening out. As we left, he took me by the hand, carrying my bag, and lead me to his car. As I was about to get in, he pinned me to the car with a passionate kiss.  It was so steamy that I almost lost my balance.

“I want you in the worst way” he whispered, as he kissed me some more.  I was dripping with desire.  I wanted him badly, too.  I would have gladly fucked him on that picnic blanket, or right there on the car, but I felt he had something else in mind.

Dinner was at a local Italian restaurant.  I don’t remember what I ate.  I just remember wanting it to be over.  Wanting to get back to his place.

We drove to the movie store (remember those?) and selected a movie to watch at his apartment, although I knew it wouldn’t even make it out of the case.

We got back to his place around 9:00.

And by 9:05, we were in his bed.  I wish I could remember each and every detail.  I wish that I could remember each move.  But what I do remember is the music playing in the background.  Courtney was a musician and a huge fan of jazz and soul.  He’d cued up a Luther Vandross album (on vinyl) for us to listen to.

I don’t remember how our clothes came off, or how one thing led to another.  I do remember the feel of his skin as he held me to his chest.  I remember the sliver of moonlight coming through his bedroom window that shone on his exquisite form.  I remember how he smelled.  I don’t recall the cologne, but it was subtle and sexy.  I remember him pulling me on top of him as he held my face in his hands and kissed me.  There was no rush for either of us to make the next move. When we did, I do remember how he felt as he entered me for the first time…filling all the space inside me…making me gasp in pleasure.  I recall how his hands grasped my hips as we partook of each other.

I do remember, with great detail, that was the night I fell in love.  For the very first time.  I was in love with someone.  Not lust.  Not sex.  Not saying the words to spare their feelings. I fell in love with this man.  I knew it. He knew it. I gave all of myself to him that night.  We made love for hours. He selflessly gave of himself.  We watched the sun rise together and I felt contentment unlike anything I’d experienced before.

We carried on for a few months in a state of absolute bliss. He was almost mystical in his seduction of my mind, soul and body.  No matter how often we were together, it felt new each time. Courtney will always be my first true love.

To this day, when I hear “So Amazing” by Luther Vandross, I am transported back to the time when I fell in love.  I am taken back to hearing and truly understanding those lyrics for the first time.  And it’s so amazing…

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The 22 Year Old Virgin

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Twenty-two.  Not 40.  But had I not intervened, he may have waited until he was forty.  I did my duty and rescued him from such a fate.

It was unseasonably cold that winter.  We’d actually had a smattering of snow, which is unusual in the deep South.  The roads were icy and I was sequestered at home…with my parents.  So the weekend after the winter storm, I was more than ready to get out and heat things up a bit.  My cousin invited me to visit him for a decadent weekend.  He was in his junior year of college at the University of South Carolina and there was always a party going on.  He had a wide variety of friends.  Men/women, gay/straight/bi, wild as hell and super nerdy.  He was a social butterfly who enjoyed them all.

I loved visiting him.  He always had a plan, an agenda, of what we would do for fun.  He was a small town boy with big city tastes.  He loved to live on the edge.  And I walked that ledge on the edge with him.  We started the weekend by going to a few parties on campus.  We both had a good time, but it wasn’t at the level of our typical shenanigans.  We were infamous for doing some crazy shit, like tip-toeing out of someone’s bedroom before their lover got home.  In fact, he was the same cousin who had taken my to the beach, where I had my first three-way.  Our stories were scandalous and I was slightly disappointed that the weekend began so tame.

Saturday was full of shopping, noshing on eclectic food and drinking.  I spent a copious amount of money on a sexy black cashmere sweater.  It was the perfect color for my milky complexion and I wore it with a micro-mini Pucci-print miniskirt and black thigh-high boots.  I was fierce.  We went to a few 18+ nightclubs, but nothing kept our attention.  It looked like the night was a wash, when we happened upon a party on the Horseshoe.  My cousin recognized one of his classmates, Tom.

Tom was a finance major, who was graduating that year and planned to continue on and get his MBA.  He wanted to intern with Barclay’s in London and eventually open his own consulting firm.  The man was smart, articulate and incredibly sexy.  Tall.  Dark.  Handsome. (And his feet were HUGE..just sayin’).  But he was a nerdy mess when it came to chatting up a girl. He could talk about the world of finance and currency exchanges, but flirty banter made him a blubbering mess.

And that’s when my agenda changed.  I had to have him. I was attracted to Tom in a different way.  He had this charm and innocence about him.  He was successful and if I am being real with you guys…he was a Kennedy.  Not related to the royals, but he had an air of aristocracy that made him seem like he was one of them.  I could tell there was a bad boy lurking  beneath the surface.  And it was my duty as an American citizen to find that beast and bring it out…you know the whole, “not what your country can do for you, but what YOU can “do” for your country” thing.  I took that seriously.

I sat next to him at the party and engaged him in conversation about European currency.  This was before the Euro and he had a vast knowledge on the subject.  My knowledge was basic, but enough to impress him that I had an interest (he seemed to pick up that I had a little bit of nerd lurking beneath my bad girl persona).  We talked for hours.  He was starting to become comfortable and sat a bit closer to me on the couch.

I peered into his big brown eyes, hoping to lure a kiss out of him, but he was still very nervous.  I realized that this project was going to take some time.  We parted ways that night with a long hug and quick peck on the cheek.  And that was okay.  It gave me something to do the next weekend.

We talked every day that week.  I could tell he was smitten with me.  We planned to meet again on Friday afternoon.  Both of us were finished with classes by 2:00 and it was less than an hour away.  I told my cousin I was coming up again for the weekend and he was happy to have me there again.  I told him not to plan much, as I was going to focus on Tom.  He understood, as he’d met someone new and was busy planning their agenda together.

Friday arrived and I showed up at his dorm in that sexy cashmere sweater and my best “good butt” jeans. He was visibly nervous, but I got him talking about something in his comfort zone and he began to relax.  We decided to try a new restaurant in the Vista.  We had an amazing meal and he was such the gentleman.  Honestly, it was a perfect date.  Part of me felt guilty for having such tawdry plans for him later.  He was such a good guy.

After dinner we stopped in at a few parties and talked with some of his friends.  He seemed more and more relaxed as the night went on.  We finally made it back to his dorm (his roommate was away for the weekend) around 11:30 that night.  We sat on his bed and talked some more.  Once again, I looked into his eyes, hopeful that he would kiss me, but not expecting him to make the first move.

He brushed the hair from my face.  I could feel his hand shaking as he touched my face and pulled me towards him.  Despite his nervousness, the kiss was perfect.  And it went like a wildfire from there.  We were locked in a fit of passion.  The kissing was sensual and erotic.  I began to wonder why he was so unsure of himself.  He certainly seemed like he knew how to kiss a girl.

He pulled me onto his lap as his big strong hands massaged my back.  My black sweater had a plunging neckline and I felt like my breasts would spill out from how he passionately touched me.  I could feel his hardness through my moist jeans and I was eager to see him fully naked.  To take him all in and study his form.  Soon, I removed his shirt and he took off my sweater.  His hands trembled as he unfastened my lacy pink bra.  He looked at my bare breasts in awe before clumsily fondling one as he attempted to lick my nipples.  He eventually found his groove and before long, we stood before each other naked.

“I don’t know how to tell you this” he whispered nervously.  “I’m still a virgin.”

I already knew, but didn’t let on.  “You are?” I asked

“Yes.  Someone broke my heart my last year of high school and I’ve not had the nerve to ask anyone out here at college.  I have buried myself in studies and just put it out of my mind.  But I am ready.”

He walked towards me, held my face with both hands, looked into my eyes and said, “I want you.”

Let’s just pause for a minute and reflect, shall we?  1.  This man is gorgeous.  2.  He is a virgin.  3.  He wants me…ME.  4.  And he’s a Kennedy.  

I gently kissed his mouth and dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth.  He was rock hard and almost lost his balance.  I asked him to sit down on the bed as I resumed my position.  I realized that he’d never experienced anything like this before.  I knew he may orgasm quickly, so I slowed my pace, allowing him to enjoy each and every second of the experience.  He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure.  I didn’t allow him to finish, because I wanted him to direct how he wanted his first time to go.

He pulled me on top of him, as he fumbled with a condom.  I politely took it from him and had it on in less than a minute, with expert skill.  He wanted me on top.  I straddled him and slowly guided him inside me as he pulled my hips onto his.  He watched me ride his cock.  He looked into my eyes and then watched every move of my body on his, in amazement.

He came quickly and was most apologetic.  I assured him that it was okay.  He was ready to go again soon and we fucked all night long.  Him on top. Me on top again.  Him from behind.  More oral.  Showering together.  We finally went to sleep around 4:00 am and woke up and fucked more at 7:00 am.  We stayed in bed the entire day.  Exploring.  Feasting on each other.  Sharing our desires.  It was one of the best weekends of my life.

It rained for most of the weekend and when weren’t worshipping each other, we were intertwined in the sheets, watching it rain from his large dorm window.  We never got dressed or went out…We ordered pizza on Saturday and  Sunday.  We didn’t want to miss a moment together.  But eventually we had to untangle ourselves and get back to reality.

I left that evening a bit confused.  I’d been with virgins before and I enjoyed the role as a teacher. But this felt different.  I really liked this man.  He was everything I wanted in a boyfriend and the sex was amazing.  I remained in deep thought as I drove home in the rain.  The moment I arrived home, the phone rang.  It was him.  He wanted to make sure I made it safely.

We talked for hours that night and I think that was the first time I fell in love.  We stayed together as a blissfully happy couple until the summer.  He landed that internship at Barclays and headed out for a summer in London.  We tried to stay together despite the distance, but I was ready to move on.  I was not ready to find the One.  He could have certainly been the One.  But I was young and adventurous and we both decided to see other people.

Eleven years later, I was on a beach near Charleston, SC.  I heard someone call out “Tom?  Tom Kennedy? Is that you?  I haven’t seen you since USC!”  I looked up and saw Tom talking with the man who had called his name.  He was 20 feet away from where I was sitting with my family.  OMG.  He was still gorgeous.  He was married and had two beautiful children.  I was there with my husband and son.  I decided not to say anything and I made an excuse for us to change locations, because it would have been too much to see him again.

I prefer to remember him as he was during that rainy weekend in the winter of 1991.

 

 

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