WHATEVER YOU LIKE
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When college started again, Ms. Fraser looked sorry to find me alone there with Lily. Luckily, she had no problems working for a single dad. When she asked about the possibility of Marie coming back to us, I told there was none. When I continued that I had a schedule that almost totally excluded the possibility of dating she blushed a bit. I knew about her nieces. Even if they were very nice girls I had no intention to start courting via Sunday morning sessions at the local church. No thanks. But what made her happy was that I decided that I could leave my car for her, and I would go to college on my bike. It was a good addendum to my workout sessions.
For the first week I was very happy with my cycling. But then they decided that the common locker rooms for the guys, which included the showers, needed some renovation. Those guys needing showers should visit the stadium. That was half a mile away, and wasn't open before eight in the morning. It seemed that there were not many of us coming to the school that early and needing showers. I managed to come to an agreement with the few female users, that they'd allow me a quick shower in their locker room. After which, I would go and change in the men's side. They promised to stay on guard and make sure that nobody who could throw a fit, ever saw me visit the showers. I think that all they did was sneak a peek. I was sure that the individuals changed almost daily. Whatever. I was usually in such a hurry that I had no time to care about that. Also, I had absolutely no intention of complicating my life by starting to date again.
In my study program I was majoring in Computer Science, and minoring in Electrical Engineering and Business. If everything went as planned, I would be certified to work as an electrician and I would also have my Bachelor's degree in Business, and my Masters in Computer Science. Luckily I had some people working in my business, since there was no way that I could have handled all that by myself. My schedule was very tight. There was not much extra time, even if I did my best to pass as many courses by testing out, as possible. But of course, that was not always possible, as some of the teachers were delivering 'precious pieces of wisdom' that could only be delivered face-to-face. Go figure.
In the middle of September, it was one of those 'precious pieces' that was to be delivered in one four hour session, which apparently turned out to be canceled as something more important - like fishing - had occurred. I was not the only pissed-off student outside that classroom. Since I knew how uptight that particular teacher was, I was not prepared to do something else for four hours. Of course I had already agreed with Ms. Fraser for a full day. A rare curse escaped my lips. A really bad one.
"I did not know that a cute boy like you would even know words like that."
I turned. A dark-skinned woman in her early or mid-thirties had been standing behind me. I had seen her at some of my previous classes but I had not really paid any attention to her. When I thought about it I noticed that I had not paid any attention to any of the girls or women in my classes. Her skin color was maybe a bit darker than Beth's and she was a well-stacked. Why in hell did I now notice that?
"This cute white boy can do several other things than curse but talking about those things in the company of a lady would not be appropriate."
"And he sweet-talks, too. But is it only talk or can he also deliver?"
She was hitting on me! I'd better warn her before things get out of hand.
"I have to warn you that I'm spoiled goods, a single dad who is still recovering from a long relationship."
She did not even blink.
"Listen, boy, if I wanted a relationship I'd go to a church, but what I really need now is a good fuck. I do not usually have a single hour free, but now when I have, I'd like to make the best of it. So, can you also deliver?"
I didn't blink when I looked at her eyes. Then something clicked inside my head, and I started to smile.
"Do you have a car?"
"Yes."
"Good! It's about a ten minute ride to the motel down the road. If you promise to bring me back here to my bike, we have some three and a half hours. I can pay for the room."
The way she was driving, it didn't even take ten minutes! It took me only a few minutes to pay and get a key. Soon, we found ourselves inside a motel room, looking at each other. I was hard as soon as the door closed and she also seemed to have some problems with her breathing. At that point I decided that kissing her might be a good way to start.
It turned out that it is very hard to kiss someone when you try to undress her and she tries to undress you. So we ended the kiss and concentrated on undressing. As soon as she was naked I tried to go down on her, but she took hold of my painfully hard dick and looked at me.
"Maybe later, I need you in me NOW. It has been much too long."
I started reaching my jeans for my wallet and some condoms but she stopped me.
"No need, I'm clean and on pill. Please, now."
I decided to believe her. She was not as tight as Marie had been, but right now it was a good thing. She let out a deep groan when I entered her. I had noticed that her pussy was neatly trimmed and now I could see her breasts jiggle when we moved together. She probably had some ten extra pounds but she surely had those in all the right places. Her breasts sagged a little, but what can you expect from breasts close to D-cup. And her hips ... I did my best not to think about that and I concentrated on my movement and on her response to my lips. Luckily for me she responded quickly, as I was not going to last much longer. As soon as I felt - and heard – her getting ready, I started shooting in her. And that is what I did. And still some more. I saw her eyes go wide and then she started to grin.
"It must have been a while for you, too, white boy. Too bad, I hoped that I would have gotten some tongue too."
"And who says that you are not getting any now, missus?"
Ok, I had come so much, that eating her out was a small challenge; but it didn't really disgust me. Besides, her reactions were certainly worth it. When she was finally riding me, I was purely fascinated by the way her breasts moved. I had both of them cupped and I rolled her nipples with my fingers. When she collapsed over me after her third orgasm I turned her over for the final time and made gentle love to her bringing her to one more orgasm, just before I had my own release for the third time.
After that I was gasping for breath on my side when she turned to me.
"You did quite good for a white boy. I think that if you had made it any better, my girls would be orphans now."
And then she giggled. I guess I was quite sated myself since there was only minor reaction when I watched her breasts move. A little later we quickly showered - there was no room to do it together but it was nice to watch. Once we were back in the room locating our clothes it hit me. I did not even know her name! Once she turned to look at me, I stopped her by putting my hands on her hips.
"I guess I got a bit carried away because of you, I'm sorry about that. My name is Eric."
She looked at me and giggled. Oh no, not again. She saw it too and giggled even more.
"Oh, I guess almost half of the female students of our college do know you and several have been watching you showering downstairs in the morning. Too bad that I was not part of the pool."
I guess I must have looked a bit confused as she continued to giggle. By the clock on the dresser, we still had forty five minutes. I took a hold of her, and lifted her to the dresser. I adjusted myself between her legs and entered her. Before pulling her to me for a kiss I whispered in her ear.
"But I still don't know your name."
My God, I could feel her blush. I continued to kiss her while I moved my hips and I let my hands roam around her breasts and upper torso. When I released the kiss her dark eyes drilled me.
"Beware, Eric, you are turning Beverly into a very bad girl. Very bad."
To me she did not feel bad at all. We had still fifteen minutes left after our second shower, and this time we managed to dress ourselves. I also learned that she was a single mother of two girls, ages twelve and fourteen, with her husband gone for six years. Most probably out of state, so there was no hope of alimony. If she could finish her degree, she would get a significant raise.
" ... but since there has been no men and no time, I guess I was a bit horny."
"I think we had a common-law marriage for almost four years, and we had been together almost five years."
I guess she waited for more. I forced a smile.
"That is about it, no dramatics, and no secret lovers. Just some new interests."
She did not seem satisfied, so I decided that a quick change of direction might be needed. Besides, I was curious.
"What was that pool you mentioned?"
"I should not have said anything about that."
"But... ?"
"As soon as the rumors started that you are single, and you started showering there, the girls started a pool on which would be the one who beds you first. Look, I was not part of that, and I do not know how I was able to be as blunt as I was. It must have been that for once you showed some raw feelings when the course was canceled. I still can't believe you came here with me."
Now that extremely sexy woman who had just given me one of the rides of my life suddenly seemed so insecure.
"Now stop that, Bev! You are an incredibly sexy woman and I was extremely lucky to be able to share this afternoon with you. Besides, I have to thank you as you showed me that there still might be something left in life for me, too."
Her kiss surprised me. Only this time my reaction was subdued. But she noticed it.
"You are just a horny white boy ... Now, we better end this before I come all mushy."
I noticed that my cycling back home took some extra time, as 'for some reason' it seemed that my energy reserves were not on the same level they used to be. Back at home, Ms. Fraser did not say anything about me being late, luckily. Or not. When she was leaving she turned to me.
"It was about time, it has been long enough."
I guessed that I should not ever consider professional poker playing as an employment option. Yet I could not help smiling a bit. I was still all empty inside, but I had noticed that making somebody else feel good helped me, too. Not that it hadn't felt good for me, too.
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“Whoa, thought it was a nightmare. Lord, it’s all so true. They told me ‘Don’t go walkin’ slow. The Devil’s on the loose.’” -John Fogerty, “Run Through the Jungle“ “DIETZ HAS BOMBS!” Contessa Helena de San Finzione shouted to the walls of her study. Mander was with her and had been looking at the photos when she got the call from Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez that she’d just ended. “Most likely, anyway. Scott had a crate of C-4 in his Nazi Loony Room, little over a third of it left! He also...
It was a bit more than a week later when the weather had turned really bad. It was cold, wet and miserable, but that did not stop me from cycling. Two more weeks and the other shower room should be available again. To tell the truth, the occasional flashing did not bother me much. Add into that, the fact that me getting semi-hard did not seem to bother the girls either. Today there was no flashing, but suddenly that half-familiar redheaded girl collapsed as I was passing her with a towel...
“My jacket’s gonna be cut slim and checked. Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck. I ride a GS Scooter with my hair cut neat. Wear my war-time coat in the wind and sleet.” -The Who, “I’ve Had Enough“ “Marco Santori!” Contessa Helena de San Finzione’s shadow called from the doorway of the Taverna. The bartender turned off the music and everyone faced her. “Your Contessa summons you.” At the bar, a man dropped his beer and ran for the side exit. He opened the door and ran...
When I woke up Saturday morning, it was late. I was still tired, but I decided to get up anyway. If Lily was not up yet, she soon would be. Besides, we all needed breakfast. Not really knowing what everybody ate, I made a little bit ... well, uhh, quite a lot of everything, really. Lily was the first of the ladies to come down to the kitchen. Suddenly I heard voices by the door and then it hit me. I had promised to see my aunty and Beth today. Shit. I liked it when they visited, but I wasn't...
“From the depths of Hell in silence, cast their spells, explosive violence. Russian night-time flight perfected, flawless vision, undetected.” -Sabaton, “Night Witches“ The DM took out some pre-gens. “Ok,” he said. “Who wants the rogue?” Contessa Helena de San Finzione and Nigel Mander’s hands both shot up. Mander saw and asked if there was something with “a big ‘fuck off’ sword” in there for him instead. D&D had turned out to be more popular in the film industry than Helen had...
“Riding on this crazy train, I’m going paranoid. Watch me lose my mind and break the law. (Breaking the law! Breaking the law!) I’m a metal machine. (It’s close to midnight and he’s barking at the moon!) I’m a metal machine. (The rainbow in the dark is shining!) I’m a metal machine! (It’s close to midnight and he’s barking at the moon!) Unholy metal machine! (The kings of metal ride the sky!)” -Sabaton, Metal Machine Contessa Helena de San Finzione and Nigel Mander could hear the men in...
Before the summer we had one more incident involving Melissa. Due to the problems she had to face after her father's death she had hardly managed to finish high school. Partly because of those bad memories, she was not very interested in continuing her education, though both Lindsay and I patiently tried to convince her otherwise. Her lack of interest in developing herself irritated Lindsay even more than me. "But what do you intend to do then?" I asked. "I want to be the best possible...
I would love to say I had The Grand Plan: How To Transform Your Husband Into A Ravishing Fem-Toy, A To Z. The fact was, I didn't have a clue. It wasn't a topic normally covered by the Multiple Listing Service. I really didn't think the community library was going to be much help, either. I couldn't even find a copy of Feminization For Dummies in any of the local bookstores — not that I expected to. I did have the following assets: 1) a husband I flat-out adored who, apparently, had...
In the afterglow of our lovemaking, Danielle and I had talked long into the night. I was flush with excitement at the prospect of this exciting new change in our lifestyle. Our lovemaking had become the most intensely gratifying of our entire relationship — for both of us, at last — and I could only foresee it getting better. Danni seemed more ambivalent. I was concerned about it, fearing she was already having second thoughts about committing herself to this radical change. I approached the...
I stayed and watched the Saints beat the visiting Lincoln (Nebraska) Saltdogs, 5-2 behind a kid who, I thought, looked even younger and greener than I did on the mound. But he was taller than I was, and had arms that seemed to hang down to his knees. Maybe he was physically better-equipped to be a pitcher than I was. Then again, Pedro Martinez isn't exactly Goliath on the mound. It seemed to me that Sandy Koufax hadn't been a big guy, either. When I got back to the car, I found my Baseball...
I looked up Bill Bowman as soon as we arrived back in St. Paul. Before doing so, however, I researched him thoroughly -- not only in the Baseball Encyclopedia, but on the Internet. I'd had only a vague idea of his past career in the major leagues. I'd heard of him, even though his career had ended several years before I had even been born, but I wanted to know something about him before we talked. Bill Bowman had never been the ace of the Twins' staff, but for about four years, he'd...
Josie arrived in San Diego early Saturday evening and called me on the cell from there around 10:30. Our game against the Mexicali Aguilas (Eagles) had just ended. We'd won, 6-3, and I hadn't been called on to pitch. I knew that meant there was an excellent chance I would pitch in relief on Sunday, with Josie in the stands. "If you want, I could come over there tonight," she said. "I've already rented a room for us here, but, hey, it's not very far. I could be there not too long after...
Make-up sex (if that's what Josie and I were having that night) turned out to be just exceptional. Well, maybe not. How can I describe it as "exceptional" when every night I've ever spent in bed with Josie was exceptional (at least for me). That old saw about "even when it's bad, it's good" just wasn't applicable, 'cause it was never bad. But anyway, it wasn't make-up sex, really, because by the time we got to bed that night, Josie's negative reaction to my earlier harangue...