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How I met Samantha

Chapter 1

I was introduced to Sam by my good friend Terri. Terri had helped me through some tough times, so to speak, and was always friendly and wanting to help. Terri wasn’t knock out gorgeous she was a petite and slightly pudgy, not fat mind you but she was carried a little extra here and there. Terri has straight brown hair chopped just below the shoulders, brown eyes, nice lips and of course a wonderful rack and booty. She was part Italian and had that natural Mediterranean tan year long. In winter it would lighten up some but in summer after lying out just a few times she would have that deep tanned healthy color to her.

Anyway, Terri felt that I needed to see her friend Samantha or Sam, who was a therapist. I can still remember the day Terri recommend that I should see her, “What, you think I have a screw loose,” I protested.

Terri just gave me a friendly smile, her hefty breasts heaving, “No Dave, just Sam is a specialist who may be able to help you. She is very good at what she does and she has helped a few of my other friends.”

I looked down at myself, and then back up at Terri, “Any of your other friends have my problem,” I sarcastically replied.

“I wish,” Terri started, “no she helps people who have trouble, with…. Well you know…. Sex.”

“Wanna announce it louder,” I protested my voice carrying the indignation that I felt.

Again Terri gave me that pleasant ‘it’s OK’ smile, “No it’s not like that at all, besides I told her about you and she really wants to meet you.”

‘Nice’ I thought thinking of how well that worked for me in the past.

Terri continued, “Look you do not have to see her if you don’t want to, but I think she can really help you. Everything is private, you meet in her office and she will talk with you. Maybe she can help you relax and enjoy yourself some more.”

“Fine,” I proclaimed as Terri handed me Sam’s business card.

“She is expecting you tomorrow at five, it’s after her normal office hours since you’re a special case,” Terri proclaimed.

“A special case,” again I stated with indignation.

At first I really thought about just blowing off the appointment that my ‘friend’ set me up for, but I just could not do that to Terri. As much as I hated seeing a ‘specialist’ I did not want to hurt Terri’s feelings by standing up her friend. I also considered just calling Sam and cancelling, I sure that as a specialist she gets that all of the time. But as one day rolled into the next I ended up not cancelling and it was now hours from the appointment. Fidgeting back and forth I finally went downstairs, hopped into my Jeep and drove to the address provided by Terri. I was glad that I left a few minutes early as the address was difficult to find. I was expecting an office with some sort of sign, ‘Head Shrink Inc.’

On the second lap around the block I found the address and pulled into the parking lot. Stepping out of my Jeep, ah summer no doors, I looked around for Suite B. I soon found it and walked into the building. On the outside of the door was just Sam’s name, no therapy, head shirker, or voodoo witch title or moniker. Discretion was defiantly her forte. The office was cozy with a few plants, some seating and a table with a few magazines but what surprised me the most was the lack of a receptionist. I called out,

“Anyone here?” and was rewarded with a sweet voice, “Be with you in a moment.”

I sat down and decided to peruse the magazines; chick, chick, er nah chick. Ok defiantly not set up for a dude I mean no car, fish, bike or 4x4 magazines, what the hell.

Soon I was rewarded with my first sight of Samantha and I tell you she was one of those gals you just took in. She had curly brown hair that fell in large ringlets, the biggest sparkling brown eyes, framed on a magnificent oval face with a dusting of freckles. She had on a white silk blouse with a black knee length skirt and a nice set of black strappy type heels. Her legs were covered in a nude colored hose and despite her somewhat demure size had a decent pair of tits. She seemed to just glide on those heels as she approached with one of those yellow legal pads in the crook of her left arm and a reassuring smile on her face.

“You must be Dave my five o’clock,” she kindheartedly remarked.

I really don’t remember but I am fairly sure that I replied to her breasts, “Yeh, I’m Dave… You must be Sam, Terri’s friend.”

By this time I knew I was looking at her, because I saw a little crook in her eyebrow as she stated, “Yes I am. Terri has told me so much about you.”

“Really.”

“Yes,” Sam continued, “I knew Terri back in the day and she and I spoke quite a few times. When Terri met you she came to me.”

‘Nice’ I thought, ‘reputation precedes me despite being out of College. I mean I thought I left all that nonsense behind.’

I could only choke out, “Yeah…. Well…. Terri has been very nice to me, helping me along.”

Samantha smiled kindly, “How about we go to my office.”

Her office was a little more inviting than the waiting room with big overstuffed chairs, a sofa that just invited you to plop down and watch some football, and a leather office chair that looked very inviting.

“Who would have guessed a sofa in a shrink’s office,” I retorted.

Sam just continued to smile, “If it makes you feel comfortable, by all means sit of the sofa.”

I did notice the fact she said sit and not lay down. I chose the overstuffed chair nearly directly across from the office chair, which I just assumed must be for her. If I choose to see her again I am going to have to sit in her chair and see what she does. Sam closed the door behind her then glided over to her office chair, my eyes were looking right at her skirt as she sat down, but she was a expert and managed to sit and cross her legs without as much as a free shot.

‘Damn’ I thought, this shrink is really turning me on as I could feel the stirring down below.

“Ahem,” Sam cleared her throat and my eyes moved from the cross of her legs back to her face, “shall we get started, Dave?”

She was wearing a pair of oval glasses as she began to make notes on her yellow pad. I could guess what it said, ‘horn dog looked me over as we entered office then tried to get a peepshow when I sat down. Diagnosis: Deranged pervert!’

“So it seems that you have a little problem,” Sam started.

“Little,” I protested.

That of course led to more jotting in her notepad and a stern look from Sam. ‘OK, not so much for jokes.’

Sam just seemed to continue, “Tell me about your first sexual encounter.”

“My what,” I replied shocked.

“Your first sexual encounter,” Sam stated matter of fact, “You did know that I help people with sexual issues.”

No denying, I knew exactly why Terri sent me to see Sam, it wasn’t because I needed help with my golf swing, which sucked by the way. I merely stammered for a moment, lost in what to say.

“Look,” Samantha stated, “normally I would make you feel all relaxed, get to know you first, make you comfortable with therapy before we would dig in. But, I am doing this on my free time and where I would like to do things normally, I just don’t have the time. I agreed to see you as a favor to Terri, because she cares about you. I have known Terri for a long time, both professionally and as a friend. But, if this is going to work we need to dispense with the foreplay and get right to the heart of the matter. Now we have already wasted five minutes.”

I did not know what to say to this gorgeous woman but I was not lost on the fact that she used the word foreplay.

“What my first masturbation, my first kiss, first time I dry humped,” I asked?

“Sorry,” Sam stated, “let’s start with the first time you were with a woman.”

“Well,” I exclaimed, “I guess my first girl was Kristi.”

Sam replied in a sweet soothing voice, “that’s good and where did you know Kristi from.”

I settled in to tell the story:

Kristi was the sister of my best friend Mike back in junior high and my freshman year of high school. She was maybe a year younger than me and the three of us hug out all of the time. Mike played the trombone, I played the trumpet and Kristi played the saxophone.

Kristi was a dirty blond and maybe a few inches shorter than me. She had blue eyes and a nice round figure. Despite being a year behind me she developed early.

“Did you love Kristi,” Sam asked?

“Back then I would have told you hell ya, but now I think it was more infatuation.”

“So, tell me where you and Kristi decided to have your sexual experience,” Sam soothed.

‘Wow’ I thought, well here it goes:

My family rented a beach house for a few weeks on the Gulf. Since Mike and his family always invited us out on their boat skiing my parents felt it was only right to invite them to the beach house. The house was big enough for two families and everyone agreed, however at the last minute Mike’s parents were unable to attend. I guess rather than punish the kids, they decided to go ahead and let Mike and Kristi come with us. I thought it was great as Mike, Kristi and I really wanted to spend time as friends. We enjoyed ourselves swimming in the ocean playing games, and hanging out. We also watched movies on HBO and MTV in the beach house. There was plenty of room in the beach house but for whatever reason when it came time for bed, Kristi and I snuggled up head to toe on an oversized sofa. Mike would also fall asleep in the recliner about 10’ away or so. We had a big blanket on the sofa and I would pull it over Kristi and me each night.

One morning I woke rather early and Mike moved from the recliner to a pallet on the floor much further away. I guess being a horny teenage male had me thinking with, well not my brain that’s for sure. I decided to flip around behind Kristi as she slept. I snuggled in behind her and laid my arm over her. We were not dating or anything but we were sweet to each other. Any way she was wearing a tee shirt nitie and panties and I cut off sweats and a shirt. It didn’t take much for me to get just a little excited being so close to someone I felt attracted to. Nature taking its course I felt the blood pumping toward my organ and stiffening in my sweats. My hand around Kristi fell just below her breasts. Well I figured what the hell and decided to brush against her wonderful globe and was rewarded with a slight wiggle in Kristi’s butt which was pushing against my lengthening rod. The feeling was ecstatic and when she wiggled her rear and I pushed back slightly to be rewarded with another, firmer wiggle. I could feel my cock peeking over the waistband of my sweats as I continued to rub myself against Kristi’s rear and my hand brushed her wonderful smooth brests. I could hear Kristi’s breathing change pace as we continued to rub and wiggle and I was also soon rewarded with feeling her nipples harden under my hands.

Sam must have been able to tell I was a little uncomfortable as I relived this story, despite my best efforts I was hardening in her office.

“Do we need to take five,” Sam asked.

“No I think I can finish. Is this too much detail,” I asked?

“No you’re doing fine. Whatever detail you are comfortable with providing,” Sam stated.

So I continued the story: I guess sometime in all the rubbing and wiggling I decided to make the move and lower my hand toward her belly. As my hand made its way to her nether regions I felt her push her butt hard into my cock, which was not just peeking through my waistband but sticking out. I took her push against me to be approval and lightly rubbed her mons through her satin panties.

A small moan escaped from her lips and she rolled onto her back. While I was defiantly displeased to no longer have that wonderful ass rubbing against me she also allowed me better access to her crotch. I rubbed her a little more and another soft moan departed her lips. By this point she was peeking her eyes open to dart around the room. Once she seemed satisfied we were alone her hand came to full rest on my cock. She might as well sent electricity straight through me because as soon as Kristi touched me it must have jumped a foot.

I slipped my hand below the waistband of her panties and felt her fuzzy bush as I slowly traced her slit. I was rewarded with her sliding her hand up and down my cock, exploring its length. We continued to rub each other for awhile exchanging a few sweat kisses until my hand drove a little lower along her slit feeling her labia. As soon as I touched her she pushed her mouth hard against me stifling a moan. I gently rubbed and explored her labia with returning strokes back to her slit.

Kristi was definitely breathing harder now, kissing me strongly while her hand pumped my cock. I lowered my sweats to my knees completely freeing my cock for her. Kristi placed both hands on my dick one near my flat belly rubbing the top half and the other closer to my balls rubbing the bottom half.

I slid a finger into her moist tunnel feeling her velvet smoothness. She gasped slightly as I thoroughly enjoyed wiggling my digit inside of her warm flesh. I am not really sure who pushed who but her satin panties came off as we started to explore how to connect our bodies.

Eventually we decided to have her back toward me on the couch as it was better than having someone wake and see me grinding on top of her. I lowered myself behind her and took my throbbing cock and placed it between her legs. Soon the head of my iron hard-on was brushing against her labia and I could feel her wetness urging me in. Feeling her heat and wetness was urging me to just drive into her hard. Yet even then somehow I understood the need to be slow and gentle.

I pressed against her hole and Kristi’s breathing changed, she did not moan but almost seemed to whimper. The purple head of my cock was almost buried in her, but I stopped dead not moving forward as her tightness pushed hard back against my cock.

“Do you want me to stop,” I asked her.

Kristi just shook her head no.

With my cock head buried slightly into her pussy I returned to slowly massaged her slit which seemed to have the effect of relaxing her. Once I felt it was OK I pushed again, and was again she whimpered. My control slightly fading with my head nearly in, I pushed once more and it plowed into her moistness.

My cock was in heaven as it felt like it was being squeezed to death by wet velvet. But, Kristi big beautiful blue eyes were tearing up. I wanted so desperately to start pumping my cock in her and I had allot more cock to feed her. I wanted to feel my balls slapping her has, my cock buried to the hilt in this young woman. But her eyes were telling me this had become for my pleasure only. That was something I could not do.

I held my cock where it was with only my head buried in her and a good portion hanging in the breeze. My hand stroked her cheeks.

I again rubbed her slit and mons with casual brushes against her labia stretched taut from my pole. She seemed to relax again as I looked up at her and was given another nod.

A little more of my cock slipped into her while I was petting her so I pulled back just slightly and rocked forward just a little. This seemed to be OK with her, but clearly it was not enjoyable. More and more I keep trying to give her shallow strokes. Her pussy clamped down hard on the end of my cock.

Finally, losing control I pumped a good few inches into her tightness and she responded with a full yelp.

I looked up and tears were flowing as she shook her head no. I kissed her lightly as I slowly backed out of her wonderful tunnel feeling the drag of her innards the entire way. With just my head left inside I tried to piston again yet she continued to just shake her head no. I realized plowing into Kristi was not going to happen without me tearing to poor girl apart, or at least so I thought.

I slowly pulled my cock head out of her with a muffled pop as her clamp like pussy released my cock. I snuggled back up behind her my cock between her legs between from her rear and out to the front, the middle of my cock resting on her labia and the rest sticking out from her front. I gently kissed her cheeks and even her eyes which were puffy from the tears.

“I’m sorry,” Kristi whispered into my ear, “I had no idea it would be so painful.”

“I, I really want to let you in me,” she promised.

I simply, looked at her lovingly, “That is OK Kristi, I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t feel good if you’re in pain.”

Kristi looked up and me and smiled then kissed me deeply, deeper then we kissed all morning. She peeked around the room again and still happy that we had not woken anyone she peeked under the blanket. I guess her having both hands on my cock was one thing, but to see it sticking out between her legs like that must have been another as she exclaimed, “Oh my Gawd!”

I thought something was wrong, and joined her head under the blanked, “What!”

I thought for sure I was going to see her blood or something, but Kristi exclaimed, “It’s so fucking huge.”

Ok so this is the point I am suppose to feel like a man, say ‘yeah baby damn right, it’s a two handed monster.’ But, nope I just felt so ashamed that my dick had hurt Kristi so bad.

“Sorry,” was all I could say.

She just looked back at me and kissed me deeply again as I could feel her legs start to move just so slightly and her labia rub on my dick. I got an idea and pumped my dick between her legs from her wonderful ass toward her cunt and back again, allowing her labia to ride against my dick. It was not my dick in her pussy, but it felt so damn good. I reached down to her mons again and slid my finger up and down her slit. A few well placed rubs had her moaning again as she took my finger and moved it on top a hard bud near her labia. Her clit as she whispered into my ear, “rub it gently right there.”

Kristi then grabbed the part of my cock peeking between the front of her legs and started to stroke my cock. It did not take long flicking her clit for her to get all wet again and soon she was leaving a sloppy trail of juice on my cock. However, the top half that she was stroking was dry. I pulled my dick back far and slopped the top half with her juices before sliding back forward again. Kristi just looked shocked as I continued to stroke my cock between her legs and fiddled with her clit.

“Stroke it,” I moaned.

I guess she got the idea that the pole needed to be lubed because she would stroke it until it dried out then she would push it back hard against her labia with a squish, squish getting it all wet then pull me forward and start stroking again. A few times she even dipped my head slightly into the entrance of her tight tunnel. We swapped kisses and I continued to rub and fuck her legs. So damn close to her pussy it ached me. I think she actually came first as I could see her face flush and her whole body tense up. But I was not far behind as soon as she returned in force to stroke my cock I could feel cum wheeling up in my balls.

I grunted into her ear, “I’m cumming” as I pulled my dick back so that the head was between her legs and then let loose with a torrent of jisim. I heard a soft ka-thwak as the first shot hit the blanket hard, Kristi giggled. The second shot somehow landed under her nighty striking her beautiful globes. From there on I have no idea where the rest of my cum went. I just remember latter using a damp rag latter to clean up the mess.”

Kristi looked at me deeply with a wonderful smile on her face. We kissed again then pulled our clothes on and cleaned up. It was only about 6:00 in the morning and the sun was just coming up we soon fell back to sleep me behind her. We slept that way for the rest of the vacation but despite my best tries we did not have another ‘sexual encounter.’

I looked over to Samantha feeling the heat of embarrassment as I had a raging hard-on and she seemed to have put down her scratch pad sometime while I was recounting my sexual encounter with Kristi.

“Dave, I have to tell you that I can treat you, but…” Sam seemed to hesitate.

“But, what,” I implored?

“Ok…” Sam seemed to stammer, “the deal is that you are NOT my patient.” She stated matter of fact.

The ‘what the fuck’ look on my face must have been all the query she needed to continue.

“That is not to say that we won’t have privileged communications or that II won’t apply professional standards while treating you. Just well let’s say that I am helping you as a friend and not a professional.”

“Why,” I asked.

“Well,” again Sam stammered, “there are ethical guidelines that therapists must follow with patients and let’s just say that is we start down that path it is a dead-end.”

I was still confused, ‘ethical guidelines,’ what the hell. But, Sam closed the pages of notes that she had taken and set the notepad on a small secretary in the corner.

“Well I do still have a small problem,” I stated looking toward my crotch.

“Oh,” Sam remarked as she got up and went over to the bookcase, opening a drawer she pulled something out then walked back over toward me.

Handing me the bottle, “Water base lubricant, I am sure you know what to do. You can either wait till you get home or use the bathroom in the back.”

“Thanks.” “Another session tomorrow at five,” Samantha asked?

I tell you I wanted to say hell no, but there was still the allure of this shapely therapist.

Alas I responded, “Yea sure.”

I decided till I got home to use the lubrication that Samantha provided and I tell you in my mind it was not Kristi that I was thinking about impaling, no I was smitten by my therapist and was whacking off hard to her. I could imagine those shapely legs wrapping around my waist, her hip length ringlets of hair, those stern lips softened for me, and those wonderful perfect melons as she rode my cock for all it was worth, taking the whole damn thing inside of her as she bounced off my tight balls. SPLAT!

Chapter 2

At the coffee shop Terri plopped down in front of me, “So how was the Samantha?”

“Just great,” I remarked with sarcasm dripping off each word.

Terri looked at me and set down her coffee, “Look, Dave she really is a great therapist and she really helped me.”

“Yeah, but how hard is it to help a nympho,” I blurted.

I could tell that this hurt Terri as her eyes glazed. “I’m sorry Terri, but Sam sent me home with one hell of a case of blue balls and lubricant.”

Terri just laughed, “You know that you can always see me honey.”

Ok, so Terri and I just were not friends we were also bootie buddies. Terri would need it bad and come calling on me or I would have a case of blue balls and Terri would rock my world.

Terri could give one hell of a blow job and she was a master of deep throat. On more than one occasion she swallowed me to the hit which led to her wanting to know how big I really was for her diary. I don’t know if it was really for her diary or Geniuses.

“Yeah, I know Terri, but you know… well it is sort of.”

“Oh MY GAWD,” Terri exclaimed, “Dave is in lust with his therapist.”

“How about not broadcasting it on your radio show,” I exclaimed.

“No Dave that is great, she is the first since….” Terri continued.

“She is the first since Michelle,” I stated. “Well there is also you,” I added.

Terri just smiled. “So are you going to see Sam again,” Terri asked.

“Yeah, I have another appointment tonight,” I explained.

“This time tell her that you are attracted to her,” Terri exclaimed, “or I will.”

“Yes mistress,” I joked. Terri got a stern face,

“Don’t go there.”

Since I worked 7 days on and 7 days off and I just started my 7 off the other day I had not too much to do today. I went back to my apartment and decided to do some wrenching on my Jeep. I just ordered a set of tubular bumpers and a Warn winch that I figured I could put on today.

Despite the hot Florida heat I pulled the Jeep under one of the awnings, plugged in my cyclone fan and started working. It took most of the day, funny how that happens and as I picked up my watch and exclaimed, “Shit.”

It was already past 4:00 and I still needed to clean up and shower. Throwing the take-offs into the back of the Jeep I grabbed my fan and ran up stairs to take a shower and get ready. I like long hot showers, just something about me, but today I needed to cool off and quickly clean off for my appointment. I took a cold shower for the other reason, FL heat! I threw on T-shirt, jeep shorts and loafers and ran out the door. Of course my neighbor Ted was looking into the back of my Jeep.

“Whach-ya going to do with all these take-offs,” Ted asked?

“You want ‘em,” I asked. Ted just started to reach into the Jeep and pull the front and rear bumpers right out.

“I’d help you but I got to run, late for a.. er date.”

“You date, what’s the special occasion,” Ted joked.

I guess it wasn’t a big secret that I had sort of sworn off women since Michelle; well again there was Terri, always good for the occasional bump and grind.

I arrived a few minutes after five at suite B. I felt bad as I always was on time or early, must be the professional pilot in me. I worked for a fractional and our passengers liked to be on time or a few minutes early, never late, so I seemed to derive my whole life around that principle.

Sam was waiting for me at the front door as I entered, greeting me in a white dress with off-white hose and off white wedges. Across her bare shoulders she wore one of those knit shawls. A warm smile greeted me as I entered the office.

“Terri says you’re never late, I was starting to wonder,” Sam proclaimed.

“Yeah, well I got tied up installing bumpers and a winch on the ole Jeep,” I replied.

“You have a Jeep,” Sam asked, interest sparkling in her eyes.

“Yeah, a little TJ right out front,” I stated.

I could see Sam checking out my Jeep. It was a Stone White Jeep Wrangler TJ with peanut butter wind jammer BF Goodrich 33” tires and of course, no doors.

“I love Jeeps,” Sam exclaimed, “you’re going to have to take me for a ride some day.”

I grinned at her comment, I’d love to take her for a ride in my Jeep and I could see her sitting next to me trying to keep her modesty in that lightweight white dress and her long hair flapping behind her. I felt the stirring in my pants thinking about her.

Sam motioned toward her office, “Shall we continue?”

I walked back and plopped myself right into her office chair grinning like a Cheshire cat. Sam looked at me and I could tell right away I just threw her off her ‘game.’ She looked around for a moment before stating, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the sofa?”

“Do you want me on your sofa,” I asked? “After what I told you yesterday I would think you would want to avoid me and sofas.”

Sam just smiled her practiced smile, “get on the sofa.”

I made a big deal of getting out of her office chair and moving to the sofa then relaxed in its soft embrace. ‘Oh this is an excellent football sofa,’ I thought.

Sam sat down her lightweight white dress billowing slightly as she turned but with a practiced hand she pushed the material into order dropping between her crotch as she settled into ‘her’ chair. Her yellow tablet was on a table next to her chair today and she made a fuss of fetching it and reviewing the material.

Sam just began, “Did you and Kristi date or have relations after your first encounter?”

I answered, “No, Kristi and I weren’t dating at the time we tried sex. For the rest of the vacation I tried to get into her pants again but she just wouldn’t cooperate. Even though we remained close shortly after the beach vacation Kristi started dating someone else. My parents moved across town and I never really saw or heard from Mike or Kristi again.”

Sam proceeded to tell me her initial conclusions and talk with me some of my hang-ups. I admitted that I hadn’t dated since Michelle, about ten years ago. Sam scribbled in her yellow pad and then continued to lecture me on how woman’s bodies were very adaptable and with the right techniques even men with my ‘little problem’ can enjoy sex. “A woman can adapt for childbirth, no men are that big,” Sam stated.

OK I thought, I read Masters and Johnston I fully understand and am aware of the female and male organs.

“I’d like you to tell me about your next sexual encounter,” Sam continued.

“Going to send me home with another bottle of lubricant,” I asked?

Sam smiled, “You can stop whenever you need to cool off and the detail is up to you. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

‘I’d be comfortable in your pants’ I thought.

I told Sam of my second sexual encounter: I was a Senior in High School when I met Jennifer. I avoided PE by joining ROTC as it seems that 3 years of the Rotten Old Toilet Cleaners meant that I did not have to attend PE. That meant no gym shorts, which would be too small for me, nor gym showers with the guys. I already had to do that once in Jr. High and never again. Kids called me ‘freakzillz.’

Anyway I was in the band and no one knew of my ‘little problem.’ As a Senior I sat ahead of all other trumpet players and made third chair, of course there was only three Senior Trumpet players that year, so yeah I was last. After marching season we divided into concerto band and the director came to me and stated he was putting together a brass and woodwind ensemble and wanted me to be the trumpet player. There was also a trombone or boner as we liked to call them, a flute, clarinet and oboe players. Three girls and two guys, what could be better.

Jennifer was a junior and the ensemble’s clarinet player, yeah I know another gal who like to suck wood. She was thin with a very oval shaped head, deep brown eyes that looked almost black, long straight black hair halfway down her back and pale alabaster skin.

The ensemble practiced five times a week and twice a week after school. The director decided to give Jennifer and I a duet a sort of brass woodwind dual of sorts that was wonderful sounding but technically very difficult. It was clear that if we were going to nail this duet we needed practice together outside of normal ensemble practices. I invited Jennifer over to my house and since my father worked the graveyard shift I knew we would be alone.

The first five or so practices were innocent enough the music driving us and not lust. But, the better we got the happier she got and the more I stared to adore how beautiful this young woman was. On about the six practice I invited Jennifer over on a Saturday evening. I told her that we would practice some and I would cook her dinner afterwards.

Jennifer stated, “It’s a date.”

Jennifer came over that night in a black dress that fell to her knees, au natural legs and dark heels. If Jennifer wore any makeup it was very light and her nails were only coated in a clear coat. Seeing that I was quite underdressed, I excused myself to change claiming that preparations for dinner kept me from getting ready.

“That is OK, you look fine,” Jennifer consoled, “what are you making?”

“Veal,” I stated, yes I know how to read and follow directions out of a Betty Crocker cook book. I changed into slacks, loafers, and a white polo shirt.

When I came back Jennifer already set out the two chairs for practice and was sucking on her reed whetting it up for playing. I picked up my trumpet sitting on a stand in the corner and also started warming up with a few scales. Soon we were lost in the duet the sounds of trumpet and clarinet in harmony then dueling in counterpoint. Watching Jennifer blow her clarinet was gorgeous and between the music and her form I soon got a partial stiffy. Jennifer must have noticed because I saw her look down toward me once and her clarinet responded with a honk. We continued until the buzzer for the oven chimed.

As soon as I went to stand up I could tell what made Jennifer honk her clarinet. When I sat down the slacks pulled a little tightly and as my wood stiffened it became visible against the fabric of my pants snaking its way down. I was normally very careful about wearing baggy pants, but in my haste I must have picked a pair that was just a little too tight.”

Embarrassed I excused myself to fetch dinner. I brought out two plates with the veal, carrots, and a side salad. Jennifer took that time to put up her clarinet and my heart sank slightly thinking she had seen my cock and was put off. I figured she just wanted to eat and depart quickly. I placed us at corners to each other but she moved her plate directly across from me. She made small talk during dinner, “Mmm this is very good”, “where did you learn to cook”, ect.

It was not until she looked right at me, “Did you prepare someone for desert,” that the conversation changed.”

“Er well, no I didn’t prepare a desert, but I could make some cookies or something,” I answered.

I felt Jennifer’s foot against my lower leg as she stated, “That is ok. I am sure we can figure something else out.”

“Popcorn,” I suggested and her foot moved higher under the crook of my knee.

“Not really what I am interested in,” she replied with a gentle smile.

I picked up the plates as her foot disengaged from my leg, “Anything to drink, soda, water, milk,” I asked?

“Got any wine,” Jennifer retorted.

Well my father did keep some wine in a box, not too bad stuff so I fixed two glasses before returning. Jennifer was still sitting at the table, one shoe off and the other dangling off her foot. I sat down and handed her the glass which she sipped slowly. As soon as I sat back down her foot was right back to my leg. She stroked my calf, knee and finally my thigh as we made small talk. As soon as her foot reached my thigh it did not take long for my pole to wake up and stretch to length. Her face was shocked when she ran into my cock extending down my thigh with her foot. Jennifer just continued to rub and I now knew exactly what she meant by ‘desert.’

The look of surprise as my cock reached its full length in my pants was classic. From behind a wine glass Jennifer giggled but the look in her face was classic. However the angle of my cock was hurting at this point. I loved her attention but my cock was straining being bent over in my slacks. I stood up my cock fully visible in my slacks, “I need to er… well I got something.. er I’ll be right back.”

Jennifer stood right up with me, “I’ll help,” as her eyes darted to my pants.

“I can handle it,” I tried replying, but she just started walking to the back of the apartment.

I followed, who was I to argue? Jennifer made the right turn at the end of the hallway and walked right into my bedroom. As soon as I entered she was facing me and planted a soft kiss right on my lips. I kicked right into high gear, a beautiful young woman in my bedroom giving me the most electrifying kiss and a woody that was painfully erect and straining at my slacks.

“Now what do you need help with,” Jennifer mewed.

I looked down her gorgeous body her black dress hefting slightly with her small but ample breasts moving in rhythm, her nude legs and naked feet that just strained my cock to its maximum limit. My eyes finally rested on my pants and Jenifer just nodded and stepped forward placing her hand at my waist kissing me fully this time on the lips. Her hand grabbed my cock as she parted my lips with her tongue. We dueled for a moment before breaking the kiss a silk thread of spittle pulling taught as our lips spread.

The pain in my cock was unbearable, “Jennifer, I really need to let it out, it’s painful all crooked like that,” I related.

Jennifer smiled and quickly unbuttoned my pants sliding them down my legs and kneeling in front of me. Her movement freed my cock with such force it swung smacking her right in the face as she took my pants to my ankles. I was so embarrassed. Here I had this gorgeous fox undressing me and my dick just slapped her in the face. I could feel the warmth of embarrassment rising in my face.

Jennifer, looked up holding her cheek looking right into my eyes. As I went to apologize she just giggled, “Get hold of yourself man, aren’t we all anxious.”

I again tried to apologize and state it was ‘out of my control’ when kneeling before me Jennifer placed both of her nimble hands on my cock. My mouth partly opened to retort just closed right away with the powerful pleasure shooting through my dick. No female had touched me since Kristi and damn, now I had this wonder young lady kneeing before me with both hands slowly stroking my pole.

I had the infamous raging hard-on by this point my nutsack taught against me as my cock seemed to draw blood from my toes to fill its gorges. With each pump of Jennifer’s hands it seemed that more and more my cocked hardened, its head deep purple. I moaned in ecstatic bliss at her attention to my length and each of my moans seemed to drive her further. As I looked down she brought her face into cock range again, bold move I thought, and then she kissed my purple head with her wonderfully soft lips, dancing little butterfly kisses across my cock head. This was a first for me and I loved it.

“Oh, damn Jennifer,” I howled as she looked up at me and smiled divinely.

Next she parted her lips and her tongue darted out tasting my helmet, again the attention as mind blowing, I could hardly believe it and was sure I had just died and Jennifer was an angle.

Jennifer adjusted herself again before she opened her mouth and sank her head onto my cock. I was enthralled with the feeling of her wet mouth around the end of my shaft, her tongue flattened to the base of her mouth by the intrusion and her lips firmly around my shaft. Because of the girth of my cock I could also feel her teeth raking along my manhood. It felt so damn good and wanted to just drive the length of my cock right down her throat. I guess my thoughts must have made some movement as I could feel the back of her throat and she quickly spit me out. Then adjusting her hand she took me back in her mouth again. Jennifer started to suck off the end of my cock as her other hand continued to stroke the bottom half and caress my tight nut sack.

After a while in which I felt myself building on this siren’s assault on my member, Jennifer stood up smiling at me with a deliciously erotic look. I stepped out of my slacks, boxers and loafers in one step and she finished undressing me by removing my polo shirt.

Jennifer then turned around lifting her hair the zipper to her dress visible. I grabbed it quickly and sent it to fully open. As I passed her bra I could see the most magnificent black lace under her dress. Jennifer turned again and slid out of her dress giving me the first full look at her underware clad form of alabaster beauty. Her bra was one of those strapless lace types, I have no idea how it stayed up on her demure tits and her panties were a short number, nearly see through. As I gazed at her crotch I was presently surprised to see a dark bush of hair as black as night. Jennifer smiled again grabbing my hand and taking me over to my bed, where she pushed me down onto my back.

Climbing on top of me Jennifer gave a demure look before removing her bra. My cock was flopped onto my belly as she lowered her tits until they made soft contact with me dick. Despite not having much in the tit department Jennifer used what she had and her nipples turned rock hard shortly. She would rub her tits while sucking the head of my cock in her mouth the pleasure riveting inside of me.

Shortly Jennifer rose up and lowered her panties slowly and with a nice rocking motion that just drove me crazy. Her bush was dark yet well trimmed. Slipping out of her panties she spun her body around placing a leg on either side of my chest. She grabbed my cock with her hands again lowering her lips to it and then lowered her vulva toward my mouth. I guess I didn’t get any vote in the matter with her bobbing on my cock her pussy deliciously wet my nose taking in her full musk. I flicked my tongue assaulting her labia and Jennifer moaned around my cock. My tongue gave her long lashings, assaulting her hardening clit, and then I drove my tongue deep into her velvet folds tasting her sweet honey. Damn I wanted to cum right there and felt I could spend the rest of my life with this woman on my cock her pussy lips kissing me.

Jennifer slowly took her head off my cock after a few good thrusts in which I swear I felt my head dig into her tonsils. I was assaulting her pussy with my mouth and consistently rewarded with her moans of pleasure and stiffing of her body. When I sucked her outer labia into my mouth she went right over the top shaking, waling, and finally collapsing on top of me.

Jennifer remarked, “Damn that was good.”

With my hard cock underneath her, my pelvis still was grinding and balls looking for a release, “Yeah, my turn.”

Jennifer turned her head, “Got a glove lover boy?” I nodded toward my nightstand where she quickly dug into a box of magnums. Sliding a rubber on my dick Jennifer slid over still on top but now her face next to mine.

A deep kiss with tongues dancing until she broke, “Let me do this, OK.”

What could I say, “OK” and nodding in agreement.

Jennifer squatted over me, her tight cannel waiting my exploration. With one hand on the wall next to my bed and one on my dick she lifted up the pole and rubbed the head against her opening. With each stroke against her labia I could see her honey tasting moisture wicking the head of my cock, damn rubber. Slowly Jennifer sank her body onto me and I could feel the intense heat and tightness of her pussy clamping around my cock. She took about half of its length straight in sheepishly grinning at me. “Dildo,” she stated matter of fact as she lowered herself to her knees and started rocking her pussy up and down my cock. I could feel her muscles gripping my cock even harder and she started to pant heavily ridding me. Damn, I wanted more in and I decided to help her some pushing up. Bad news, I bumped hard into a knob inside of her pussy and she shrieked. Jennifer stopped all movements but she did not pull out.

“Ok,” she looked me sternly, “as I said this is the deal, I’m in control here. I got to take you at my pace or you will hurt me.”

I was ashamed, and her shriek brought up the memories of Kristi crying when I tried to fuck her. I nodded OK and stated, “I am so sorry, you just had me so riled up and I really want to go all the way in.”

Jennifer smiled, “I don’t know if I can take all of you and I need to take you as I can handle it. Don’t assist, just lay back and enjoy the ride.”

Lying on top of me Jennifer kissed me deeply, her tongue fencing with mine again then slowly started rocking again. “You threw me off, now I have to start all over again,” she cooed.

Jennifer rocked her hips wiggling her ass, I grabbed a full hand of each cheek and she moaned in appreciation. Soon she was pumping my cock in her tight little cannel each thrust adding another centimeter into her. I was in pure heaven, as my hands could grab her ass, I could lick her small tits or have deep kisses with Jennifer. The lust I felt for her was pure and seeing this beautiful woman taking my cock into her was just breathtaking. Jennifer rose back up onto her knees and I could see my fat cock had her labia spread far apart. She had all but the last few inches buried deep inside her, the heat and tightness threatening to milk the cum right out of my balls. The view of her as she leaned back and placed her hands on my knees was nearly too much. Her wonderful dark cover mons, gash wide open invited my touch. Quickly finding her bud I flicker her again and she let out a loud “YES”. I was sure the neighbors heard us but did not care and continued to flick her clit…

“YES… YES…. YES” Jennifer roared and I could feel her pussy squeezing harder around my cock. She was taking long strokes now and it was not long before I could feel the bubbling from my balls move to the base of my cock. Then powerful streams erupted from my head. With the first shot Jennifer must have felt it right through the magnum and wailed loudly her whole body shacking hard. It felt like my cock was taking forever as each spurt welled in my balls, up to the base of my cock and then launched out with force. Each launch striking the thin skin of the condom, yet sending shudders through Jennifer’s body, her cannel tightly griping my dick milking my cum. With the intensity of my explosion over I felt for sure we were done, I could not imagine anything more releasing.

Jennifer just popped her cunt right off my long cock then flipped around again. She shoved her pussy into my face hard, ripped the condom off and drove her mouth on to cock like a mad woman. I did not even get a chance to get soft as she sucked on my like a woman in need. Jennifer was smearing her pussy all over my face. When I released my tongue into her now well spaced hole she fucked it hard. I nibbled on her pussy lips and she pushed harder against my cock. Soon another welling and I deposited a load into her mouth, not as hard as the first shots but well enough. Jennifer mewed and moaned as she stroked my cock, jisim everywhere. She pushed her pussy hard against my face, her own hand flicking her clit now as she slowly lapped the remaining cum off my dick. Soon Jennifer was wailing again, her body stiffening and her labia fluttering against my lips her warm sweet juices flowed into my mouth.



This was the first time I actually looked back up at Samantha, who sat quietly through my entire recitation, sharp nubs clearly visible against the thin material of her white dress. I guess whatever bra she was wearing could not completely contain her excitement. Seeing my eyes locked on her body Sam shuffled in her chair nervously, “Maybe we should get a coke or water,” she dismissed.

I continued to sit on her sofa, “You go ahead I ain’t moving for a bit.”

Samantha smiled again, this one seeming more pure, “Would you like something….. to drink.”

“Diet Coke,” I replied. I watched her little ass wiggle out the door despite the white dress still visible, or maybe that was my imagination. I took my mind completely off Jennifer and Samantha and used one of the many tricks I learned to tame the boner. Removing sex completely out of my mind I concentrated on stuff like detailing the assembly of the bumper and winch I completed earlier today. By the time Sam came back with a Diet Coke and a Dr. Pepper my cock had returned to at least a semi flaccid state so that it was not painful.

“So you and Jennifer, sounds like you found a way to enjoy yourselves, how long did it last,” Sam stated rushing memories back into my mind.

“We dated the rest of the year, fucked like rabbits every time we got a chance. I enjoyed her for so many reasons, but despite her fucking and sucking me to death it was always ride ‘em cowgirl with her on top. I tried many times to mount her missionary style and almost had her cornered doggy style once but she quickly retreated. She was always on top, she was always in control.”

Sam took a deep draft of her Dr. Pepper. “OK, and when did it end?”

“I went off the college, Embry Riddle, to study aviation and become a pilot. Guess it was not meant to last over long distance. She expected me to stay local in a state school, but I was determined to become a pilot. That summer with her was about the last time I played the trumpet. “

“That is so sad,” Sam responded. “Why don’t you play anymore?”

“Didn’t get a scholarship for playing trumpet and my studies moved on to Aviation. I took up martial arts in college as well, finally getting involved in some sort of sport. Just never felt it and after putting down the trumpet for so many years it was difficult to play. My embouchure has weakened over the years and I just cannot play the way I could. Tried picking up the horn a few years ago, just embarrassed myself.”

“Embouchure,” Sam asked.

“Yep the shape and strength of my lips, to play the trumpet I had to have strong and well controlled lips. You wonder why the band chicks were always so happy?”

Sam nodded in agreement.

“Strong well controlled lips, we horn blowers know how to buzz our lips and flick our tongues. Ever had your pussy trumpeted,” I asked forgetting that I was talking to my therapist.

Sam also seemed for the moment to forget that she was my therapist as you could see the gears in her head turning, a sparkle in her eye, “No, can’t say that I have.”

Despite this sexual innuendo between not quite patient and therapist I seemed to be able to keep my cock at bay as it continued to shrink to its hand sized flaccid state.

“What about that ride,” I asked?

“What,” Sam stammered.

“The ride in the Jeep. Haven’t ridden until your tops down and doors are off,” I jested.

Sam looked at the clock on the wall, past six and the demure white dress that she was wearing. “I don’t think I am dressed for a Jeep ride today, Dave, but thank you.”

“I laughed, tuck the skirt baby,” opps did I really just call my therapist baby?

Sam did seem offended by that, “Not today, Dave. Now our session is complete. Are you available tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I replied, rejected, “Five.”

“No patients tomorrow afternoon, how about one and we will make this an out of office session.”

“Out of office,” I asked?

“Yes, sometimes getting in touch with outdoors is good for your energy and psyche. I assumed that if you drove a jeep, topples and doorless, then you enjoy the outdoors,” Sam stated.

“Humm, yes, yes I do, where to,” I asked?

Sam again gave the honest warm smile, “You surprise me.”

Chapter 3

I always listed to Terri’s morning show on the local FM radio and once again we met at the local coffee shop afterwards. Today I wore my Panama Jack Jeeper look with tan outdoors shorts and a dusty button down.

Sipping her coffee Terri remarked, “Well don’t you look all rustic.”

“Sam has me scheduled for an out of office today at one,” I happily replied.

“Out of office, is that code for you want to nail little Samantha,” Terri jested.

“Her, idea,” I stated the sexual innuendo not lost on me.

“Ahh ha, and do you always do what women want?”

“Humm, let me think… seems to work out OK, I rang your bell,” I smiled.

“Bite me,” Terri huffed.

“I did, you liked it then you swallowed me,” I stated innocently.

“Dave, Dave, if you are not careful you won’t make it to see Samantha today,” she winked.

“I thought you didn’t like that during the weekday. Embarrassing when you have to hobble into work the next morning,” I reminded.

Terri just burst out laughing, “Thanks for reminding me. I don’t want to make that mistake again,” Terri stated with a big emphasis on the word don’t.

“You tell your therapist that you want to nail her yet,” Terri continued.

“No.”

“Well you’ve got her out of the office today, what a better time,” she winked. “Where ya taking her?”

“I know a trail up to the lake, wonderful little lookout.”

Terri’s eyes gleamed, “Hey I know that little lookout.”

I just smiled, yes Terri knew the lookout I was talking of, it was one of the first places I took me when we tried dating, before we decided that a friendly fuck and good conversation was better for us.

I picked up Samantha in front of her office at one o’clock sharp. She was just locking up and saying goodbye to a tall blonde. “See you next week,” is all I heard before the tiny waisted flaxen haired woman trotted off. Sam was wearing the most adorable green caprices and pull over dark blouse with flower embroidery. She wore a pair of flats. I walked up to her and I guess she could tell that I was looking her over. Sam just gave a quick spin before facing me with her joyful smile.

“OK for Jeeping,” Sam asked?

“Well the flats might not have been the best choice,” I started.

“No problem,” as she held up a bag with another pair of shoes. Sam pulled out a tan pair of lightweight crosstrax running shoe beaming as she showed them to me.

“Well they are much better than flats,” I replied. Her lips quickly gave me the little pouty face, damn she was so beautiful with that look. I laughed, “They’ll be just fine.”

“Good. Or you would have to take me by the shoe store,” Sam cautioned.

I walked my therapist to my Jeep and she expertly hopped right up grabbing the ‘oh shit’ handle and hauling her demure frame aboard. “Where to,” she asked.

“I know this place out by the lake,” I started.

Sam interrupted, “That would not be the spot you took Terri and plowed her, is it?”

Can you say busted? Rule number one when trying to hook up with your therapist, don’t take her to one of the spots where you shagged one of her patients and close friends.

“No, of course not,” I sheepishly lied. “Why would I take my therapist to where I shagged someone else?”

“Too bad, I have heard Terri’s side I would be interested in hearing yours. Maybe another day,” she stated in that professional voice of hers.

Spoiled again, OK revamp that maybe you do take your therapist to where you shagged her friend, I was so confused. I felt like she was a cat and was playing with me before pouncing for the kill.

The drive to the lake was pleasing; she prevented her hair from becoming a tangled mess with one of those scrunching things. I offered her a hat but she refused. As we left the highway I shifted the transfer case into 4 high and powered up the dirt trail.

OK a Jeep is like a ride on a wooden roller coaster it is anything but smooth as a suspension designed stiff for off roading bounces you around hard. The driver has the wheel and can anticipate some of the bouncing, the passenger, well not so much. Soon Samantha had to hold an arm across her tits and hang on with a death grip on the ‘oh shit’ handle. I should have told her to wear a sports bra. There were more than a few times I hear a squeal of excitement from the passenger seat. During a few of the less rambunctious parts of the trail she provided me her psychoanalysis of yesterday’s session. To sum it up she basically felt that Jennifer and I had a healthy relationship. She was a little concerned with my feelings on Jennifer’s demanding style in the bedroom though.

To get to the spot I had picked we needed to climb up a rocky hill. I set the transfer case into 4 low and the Jeep’s engine roared in high RPMs as it crawled up the rocks. I could tell that Sam was not as comfortable with this as both hands were now on the ‘oh shit’ handle. Soon the TJ ascended the peak and we emerged on top of a knoll with pine forests all around and the lake down far below. Ok, Ok yeah I brought her to the lookout.

I pulled the emergency break and shut down the engine of the Jeep. I unfastened my seat belt and just looked over at Samantha. Her normally perfect look was disheveled with bits of hair coming loose from the scrunchie and a fine layer of dust sparkling on her skin. She just smiled at me. I reached over and plucked the scrunchie out of her hair and she shot me an indignant look. Whoops.

“Your hair was coming out at odd angles, I thought you might want to remove the pony tail,” I tried.

Sam, just looked at me, “You have a mirror?”

“Yep, one in the sun visor,” I stated.”

Seeing the locks of hair all over the place Sam seemed to relax over my intrusion, then smiled back after tucking and pushing ringlets.

“Yeah, it’s a mess,” she finally admitted.

“A lovely mess,” I tried.

We just looked at each other for a long time. Then Sam continued, “So Jennifer and you broke it off once you started college. Did you meet any women at college?”

‘Damn, right back to her therapy, I can’t get ahead with this woman’ I thought.

“Yea, off and on. No one I really stuck with for any length of time. Unlike high school I stayed at the same college for all four years. It did not take long for the few woman who studied aviation to spread my ‘rep’ around. You see aviation is a bunch of type A personalities all shoved together.”

Sam giggled, “I did study psychology for six years and have started my doctoral.”

‘OK new flash of the obvious.’

“Well it did not take long and I think some of the women just dated me to find out if what they heard was true. Some took it as a challenge, but for the most part college was one date after another.”

I fell into my reciting:

I entered and once again felt like a small fish in a big pond. I signed up for the professional pilot’s program so my classes were separated with traditional humanities, science, and classroom aviation studies and the flight line; flying airplanes. When I was not studying or hanging out at the Union I also took Aikido at a local dojo. I asked a few women out on dates and it did not take long to get hot and bothered with one. She went to rub my crotch and was surprised to find my double hander waiting for her. The petting ended right there, but she soon told her girlfriends. Then I had dates to confirm the rumor and then I had dates to conquer the beast. I was OK for awhile; I mean who wouldn’t like have women asking you out. However, it seemed just so shallow, and I started to want something more, I missed the relationship that I had with Jennifer and was looking to replace that.

Late into my junior year we had a transfer student. A woman by the name of Michelle who reminded me so much of Jennifer. Michelle however, had strawberry blond hair and was defiantly aviator wearing the typical leather bomber jacket and Ray Bans. Michelle also had a wonderful pair of breasts that were shaped more like a supermodel than something you see on a woman on the street. Michelle did have a light skin, but I guess her blond hair seemed to accent what little tan she had and there not the creamy alabaster of Jennifer.

Michelle’s daddy owned a Learjet company and his daughter was following right in his shoes. But first she needed her FAA licenses to fly 450 knot turbojets, so here was Michelle earning her licenses before going back to daddy’s stable of jets. Our first encounter was a friendly greeting at the Student Union. Just the typical hello, how do you dos. It wasn’t until my senior year that I had Michelle in my multi-engine ground school. I was also a newly minted flight instructor (or CFI) but, since Michelle was a transfer student she was already working on her Instrument ticket and I was not an instrument instructor or CFI-I. During the multi-engine ground course we were assigned the project of writing a multi-engine handbook for the school. We each had a part of the book to work on with a partner. Needless to say the entire class was disappointed when Michelle choose me. I don’t know if it was because I was the only CFI in the class at that time or what, but she just batted her blue eyes at me as she asked, “Mind doing this project together.”

“Sure,” was my immediate response and I was betting that I was in for most of the work with a few visits by the blond bombshell with a silver jet in her twat. But, what the hell, I figured. Boy did I have her figured out all wrong. We immediately set a date to discuss out part of the handbook at the local pizza parlor and she had outlines, topical arrangements, terms, ect thought through. I was embarrassed not to be as ready as she was for this project. We continued to meet almost every night, a few times I had to beg off for Aikido class in which she accompanied me and watched. I was preparing for my dan degree test which was the equivalent to a black belt test in Karate. I guess I must have impressed Michelle with my forms, “You’re good,” she smiled.

We stopped for some dinner then went back to my dorm to work on the project. We passed a few buddies from class who gave the usual greetings. A few even wolf whistled at Michelle as we passed. “That does not bother you,” Michelle asked?

“What do you mean? I figured someone as hot as you would be use to the attention. I just let it flow over me.”

Michelle just looked at me with innocent eyes. She smiled slightly as I said she was hot and then grinned when I stated flow over me.

“Well I wish they wouldn’t,” Michelle replied.

“Would you like me