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Around 3:30 am that night.
I woke up being rather dazed, I wasn’t sure where I was when I came to. I didn’t bother to sit up because my memories were flooding back. George, we kissed, he brought me home, and … right… lost my virginity. That’s when my vision started to clear up and I could clearly see him beside me, he was wide awake, but I don’t think he knew what I’d do if he continued from this point.
“Can you turn on a light…?” I mumbled softly to him, he just nodded, complying with my soft demand. He sat himself up slightly, resting all his weight on his left arm to lean over and flick the light on.
I groaned softly, I hadn’t thought the light would burn my eyes the way it did. I looked at the position I was in, I was laid on my stomach, my hips twisted up slightly. I remembered falling asleep on my side, I must have moved. My breasts were covered by the way my arms were bent and my legs were at an angle that all you saw was my hips and ass.
I had intended to stay like this when my phone began to ring and it scared the living hell out of me. I literally jumped up and threw myself over the edge of his bed. I fell on my face and crawled to my pants. I didn’t care what view he got of me, did it really matter? I was struggling to get my phone from the pocket of my Capri’s. “Damn it!” I uttered under my breathe, George came up behind me and slid my phone out, handing it to me as it was on its last few rings.
It was my mom, what time is it? Was all I could think.
“Hi Mom.”
“Where are you!? It’s 4 in the morning young lady! George said he’d have you home by ELEVEN!!! ELEVEN!!!” My mom ranted a bit, I glanced at him and quickly came up with a lie.
“Mom calm down. I should have called, I’m sorry. I decided to head over to Millie’s house. I’m spending the night with her.” Millie is my best friend, has been since I was 7. She’d do anything for me and vice versa and right now I needed the “anything” part to be a lie.
“Oh. Millie? Okay. That’s fine, but you could have AT LEAST sent your poor mother a text message. I love you honey, goodnight.” With that she hung up the phone. I quickly dialed Millie’s number. She sleepily answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Annie. I need a huge favor and I’ll explain later but I told my mom I was spending the night at your house so if she calls, please say I’m with you and that I plan on being home around 12 pm okay?”
“Sure Ann. Just make sure I get the dirty details.” Millie is a very innocent girl, but she always brought everything back to the idea of sex. She lost her virginity to a guy at school, he was Japanese and very horny… Just right for her.
I hung up my phone, slowly putting it down as I looked over at George, he was sitting on the edge of his bed with his boxers on. I hadn’t noticed the way I was sitting, my knees were on the carpet and my back was straight up until I had hung up the phone. My legs were far enough apart that he could get a nice view of my cum covered entrance. I wasn’t dripping like earlier, but it was still obvious what was between my legs.
I was so tired, I again didn’t care what he saw. I just lay down on the floor, curling up like a cat. George quietly chuckled, standing up to come to my side. “C’mon baby, lay down on the bed.” I glanced up at him, sitting up to be eye level with him. “Carry me…” I wanted to be held in his embrace and cradled like a child. I was drained and sore all over, I really needed a long bath, but right now all I wanted were his arms wrapped around me.
George moved his arm under the bend of my legs, pulling me into his lap, his other arm moving around my back. He lifted me off the floor and rests my body on his bed. He laid down beside me, pulling a thin sheet over me, covering me. He began to pull his arms away, I gently nudged myself to his chest, my arms wrapping around his broad torso. He hesitated, his muscular arms slowly wrapping around my back. I felt like he could crush me if he wanted, it made me afraid and feel safe at the same time.
I was starting to fade out when George pecked my forehead, his large hands caressing my sides and arms. “George…” I knew it was coming and I guess he knew to, the after sex talk. Especially after the way it had played out? There was for sure going to be a talk.
“Yes Annie?”
I was almost afraid to actually say what I wanted to ask him, “Why …?”
“Why what…?” His body had gone a little stiff, though he still had me wrapped in his arms.
“Why did that happen last night…?”
“What? The sex?”
“Yes. You never had any interest in me before… you could have got in contact me with in so many ways if what you said is true. You know I breed dogs, you know I have a facebook. Why didn’t you try sooner?”
“Because Annie, My love… I’m a coward. I didn’t want to try and fail because I knew I hurt you, I had to wait until I saw you in person.” He brought his hand up, stroking my dark hair in the dim light.
I didn’t know what to say, he sounded so honest but at the same time I didn’t want to trust him and get hurt again. To most guys, sex is just sex. Make themselves reach the most pleasurable state and go on.
I looked up at him, pushing him away slightly. He starred down at me with his amazing blue eyes. I couldn’t say anything. I love him… even if what happened before is what happened before I need to forgive and forget. He loves me now, isn’t that all that matters?
Tears stung at my eyes, just remembering the night we had. He had to be forceful because he knows I’m strong willed, but on the other hand he was so gentle when he took me. I hiccupped lightly, keeping my gaze from his.
“Annie? Baby girl, are you okay?” George was trying for me to tilt my head so I was looking up at him again, I gently grabbed his hand and held it to the warmth of my cheek. Slowly I tilted my head so I could look up at him.
“Yeah… I’m just happy George.”
“About what.” He wasn’t saying it as if actually asking a question, he just wanted to hear me say it.
“That we’re here… that I’m here.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, my eyes fell closed and returned the kiss, a few tears sliding down from the corner of my eyes. I’m not exactly sure what happen after the kiss, all I remember is that at some point George was naked again and he pulled the sheet over himself, letting us have skin contact. We both drifted off to sleep.
**
It was about 9:30 in the morning when I heard my phone ring. George got up and handed it to me. I was so dazed and my vision was so unclear, I didn’t even think about checking who it was. I answered,
“Hello?” I snuggled myself into George, I could hear him sniffing my hair. When he did that the smallest smile spread across my lips because it meant he never wanted to forget this moment with me.
“Hi Anna, this is Ren. We went to school together a few years back. Anyway, I’ve been trying to call George but he won’t answer. We have a football game today and everyone says he’s with you.” I just kind of laughed as Ren told me all this because I already knew that George wouldn’t leave and rush off for some sport…
“Why are you laughing?”
“Nothing nothing, what time is the game?”
“It’s at 5, but we have practice starting at 2. Can you tell him?”
“What exactly makes you think I know where he is?” George guessed who it was by the way I was talking, he just shrugged and started kissing my neck. I bit my lower lip, listening to Ren and trying like hell not to moan.
“Because Brad told me how he was looking at you and you made all the girls jealous. He hasn’t answered his phone and won’t respond to texts. He only does that when he’s with someone like his family or a girl.”
“A girl? How often does that happen?”
“Almost never, so consider yourself lucky. Now will you please just tell his white boy self he needs to be at this game?” Ren was losing his patience, I wanted to laugh but George started to bite on the swells of my breasts, so I had to make myself laugh in order not to moan.
“Y-Yeah sure thing Ren. Talk to you later.” I hung up the phone and threw it across the room. George had moved his mouth over mine and started to passionately kiss me, rolling me onto my back. He gently bit the skin around my nipples, it drove me crazy when he did this and I had to hold myself back just from screaming as the skin was so sensitive.
“We really don’t have time for more love making baby, but how about I bring you to a orgasm alright?”
I wasn’t sure what he was saying as I was coming down off a sexual high, so I just nodded and tilted my head back. He kissed down my body until he was in between my legs, he began to suck on my clit which was overly sensitive and made me whimper and moan at the same time. He moved his tongue to slide in between my pussy lips, the soreness making my hips buck with pleasure and pain. It didn’t take long at all for me to have an orgasm, shudders running through me as I gave in. My eyes rolled back, I wasn’t aware of anything except for the fact that George was again holding me to his chest.
Once I came to, or mostly, I looked up at him. My vision was blurred to the max, but I honestly wasn’t trying to look at him. I wanted him to kiss me.
“You alright?” His voiced had a hint of concern in it.
“I’m great, please kiss me.”
He chuckled and softly pressed his lips to mine, I groaned quietly and returned the kiss. We stayed with our lips locked for maybe two minutes before we parted. By then I had most of my composure back and I could see the sweetest smile across his lips. He gave me a squeeze, one I wasn’t expecting and one that took my breath away.
It was about 10 when George started up the bath, the water was warm when he pulled me in with him and it felt so good to get all the sweat off my body, not to mention all of his cum out of my pussy.
He sat down with me in front of him, his hands resting on my knees, slowly sliding up to wrap around my waist. In the ways that he touched me I could tell he loved me, the way he spoke to me, I could tell he loved me, but most of all his actions told me “I love you”.
“Who was on the phone?” He asked, his fingers massaging my scalp, the shampoo that covered his hands lathering my long hair.
“Ren, he wanted me to tell you he had a game and that it’s very rare you ignore everything and focus on one person, that I’m a very lucky girl.” I glanced over my shoulder at him, he chuckled quietly.
“Alright, I’ll have to make sure I’m on time so he won’t be on my back all day about it.” George started to lather my shoulders in body wash, moving down my arms the way he had when we were in bed with the oil. George had amazing hands, they way he could move them over my body made me feel completely aware of myself and then not at the same time.
I pushed the excess soap away from my face as he rinsed my hair, turning to face him. I pushed myself up onto my knees, my arms draped over his shoulders. He looked at me with tenderness, his hands wrapped around my lower back.
“What do you see when you look at me?” I softly asked as if I didn’t want anyone to hear, my fingers slowly caressing his cheeks.
“I see a girl who has been through so much, but has remained the sweetest person. I see a girl who stares at me with so much love that she’s held for so long that it makes my insides hurt for abusing her. I see a girl that I want to spend the rest of my life with… if she’ll have me.”
My heart skipped a beat almost every time he started a new sentence, I somewhat fainted with his last statement, my heart had skipped two beats and suddenly I couldn’t breathe, as if my body somehow forgot. I was a bit dizzy, George sat up slightly more to support me until I came to.
“Baby, what just happened?!”
“You basically just proposed… my body just reacted… that was weird.”
I pushed myself a bit away from his chest, regaining control of myself as I slowly sank onto my butt in case I lost my balance again.
“Please don’t do that again, I nearly had a heart attack.” I smiled, my eyes remaining on his worried expression.
“I can’t prevent that from happening, it’s what you do to me.” He half smiled, pecking my forehead.
“Lets finish cleaning up so I can get you something to eat. You have to be home by 12.”
Sadly, we finished our bath and dried off side by side in the large bathroom. I blow dried my hair with his moms hair dryer, throwing my messy hair into a pony tail and redressing. I had on my Capri’s with my lime green shirt on again with my flip flops. He was in a plain black shirt and jean shorts with a pair of white gym shoes. He looked hot as always waiting for me by the door.
He drove us to McDonalds for a quick bite so I would be on time getting home. He dropped me off at Wal-Mart which was a 5 minute drive home since that was where my car was. It was 11:30, so I took advantage and started making out with him right there, he supported my body with his, his back against my white Volvo.
I finally released him as it was nearing 12, getting in my car with a sad “see you later”. What I hadn’t expected was for him to call me up about a minute later.
“Sweetie, I forgot to tell you I love you. I hope to see you after my game tonight.”
I thought I would cry right there, but I managed to stay calm and respond with,
“I love you too, I’ll be there around 8:30 or 9. Hope you win.”
Again, we said “see you later” and hung up.
As I sat there for the rest of the short drive home, I thought about everything that had happened these passed two days. Tears stung my eyes though I managed to hold them back, thinking that all my suffering from this beautiful man was worth it now.
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One summer our Men's Sex Clinic took on a young Filipino intern named Sunny. He was 23 years old, his English was fairly good despite a thick accent, he lived up to his name with a very sunny, upbeat and often over-excited personality. He was also one of the sissiest little men we've ever had wearing ladies 'scrubs' and we'd learn panties and of course the high faggy voice, the feminine flouncing around. He was so feminine that staff and clients alike often mistook him to be a girl with the...
Chapter XVII As he began to remove the sheets, George suddenly realized that it would be silly to take his standard sheets into Isolde’s bed, when it was a king-sized mattress. So he stopped pulling at the sheets, and simply picked up his pillow, and went back across the hallway to Isolde’s bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that permeated the room. He had a momentary pang of...
Chapter XVIII Wednesday morning, they all three awoke at the crack of dawn. Isolde wondered if their new-found camaderie, or maybe love had recharged all of them, and made them want to wake up early, to be together.George spoke first, saying, “Good morning, you two. I love you guys.” Then, springing out of bed, and turning toward Isolde, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop in the shower first, so I can get my ass off to Glen Burnie.”“Are you sure you don’t want company?” Isolde asked,...
NovelsJane did not know where she was when she woke up. The room was not entirely dark because some light was coming in through the door. Then she remembered: After her dance with George she had sat drinking her coffee, feeling she was in a dream. Elsie's chatter and laughter seemed to flow over her and she was afraid to look at George so great was her desire to have him touch her. She remembered speaking but couldn't remember what about. When at last she had risen to go, Elsie wouldn't hear...
George and MartinBlack Bulls DP meIt’s time for some update. I wanted to have a tastefully kinky experience, which is a DP with a mild rough. I wore a lacy black silk shelf bra, step-ins and a see thru black camisole with three red ribbons that were tied in front. I did not want to be rushed but teasingly pealed into a sexual experience. I was happy with my two black studs that my hubby chose for me. After quick refreshing, I entered the bedroom and the boys were all ready for me. My hubby was...
Georgie and the Mirror. By Tanya H. There were two surprising things about the wedding. First, we were invited - my family does not bring much to any social occasion and second - Dad decided we'd go. I was amazed; Mum and Dad are not glittering socialites, to be honest they would generally be shunned as quiet and introspective by other wallflowers. I wasn't even sure if I'd met the daughter of Mum's cousin who was getting married, but, as usual, my opinions or concerns had little...
Chapter XII On the way back to Pasadena, George and Terry talked about the logistics of moving. “How much stuff do you have in that trailer?” terry asked. “Oh, not much, really. Some spare VW parts, a tired old broken down sofa, a TV, my instrument and stand and light and other music stuff, two straight chairs and a couple of folding chairs, some dishes and pots and pans, whatever food’s in the fridge, and Isolde’s and my clothes. That’s pretty much it. Most of the rest of the stuff in there...
Novels100% fiction! I ran into George at the grocery store. He said, "Would you give me a ride home?" "Sure. Where's your car?" "My wife has it. Come in for a drink." I went in with him and as soon as we got in the door he started to grab my dick. "Uh George. Are you sure that is what you want to do?" "I am so horny! I want to suck your dick and take it up my ass! Please!Please!Please!" He was starting to unbutton my pants and his mother, sister, and wife walked in. Mother said,"Oh wow! We want in on...
IncestNach einem aufregenden und verwirrenden Nachmittag mit seiner Freundin Lisa schnaubte George nach Hause. Wie üblich, hatte Georg ein paar Stunden bei Lisas Hause nach der Schule verbracht. Dies war in den letzten Monaten für sie zur Routine geworden. Sie würden von der Tageserlebnisse sprechen; Wer machte was in der Nachbarschaft oder in der Schule. Manchmal saßen sie auf dem Sofa und sahen sich einen Film oder eine Sendung im Fernsehen an. Heute war anders. Heute lag etwas anderes in der Luft....
RomanceShe woke to the sound of Elsie tapping on her door. She edged round the door with a breakfast tray. ' I thought you'd like breakfast in bed. It'll save you time. I know you've a lot of work today' As Jane pushed herself into a sitting position, Elsie propped the hospital-style tray over her. 'Did you sleep well? As Jane her mouth full of marmaladed toast nodded, Elsie went on. ' I'm glad. I thought we might have kept you awake.' She giggled, 'I think dancing with you made George...
My sweet girlfriend Laura looked upset during lunch time…I asked what problem she had and Laura leaned on the table, looked at me with her very nice green eyes and hissed:“George is cheating on me with that stupid bimbo secretary…”I insisted, asking her if she was sure or just she suspected the whole matter. But Laura then got even angrier and furious…“The bitch is the new girl in the office; I met her two weeks ago…”“A little slut bimbo in her early twenties; a sensual brunette, some killer...
Tom left at 7:00 a.m. on Monday to drive to Leeds and Jane went back to bed. She lay half-dozing listening to the radio till nine then got up to work on her book illustrations. She was at lunch in the kitchen when the door bell went. Elsie stayed and had a coffee, then left, Jane having explained to her that she had to have a real blitz on her work. She agreed to join her for a meal around seven. ' George's been away all week-end at a conference', Elsie said, 'I made him steak-pie but...
Martha was running late. It hadn't been a great day. At 36 years old, Martha was successful and attractive, but her life had taken some turns lately that had left her wondering what she had done to anger the cosmos in such a way as to constantly be throwing more problems onto her shoulders every single day. She had an extremely successful construction business that she had helped her father build, but now, with her father passing away and her husband filing for divorce last year, it...
Chapter IX Terry was in the bathroom when Isolde got to the top of the stairs. She rapped her knuckles on the door as she went by, and said, “I’m next.” She heard a muffled, “Okay.” A minute or two later, Terry came out of the bathroom, carrying and drying his hands on the towel. He handed the towel to Isolde, saying, “I guess you will want this.” He went into the bedroom, and lay down on his back on the bed. As he waited for Isolde to finish whatever she was doing in the bathroom (putting in...
Novels'That', Jane thought as she sat back down at her desk, 'that was when we really got close'. Elsie had taken her through into her big kitchen and had made a pot of tea, then sat with her as Jane spoke of her unhappiness and her fear that Tom was losing interest in her. 'No!' Elsie had remonstrated with her, 'he can't be. You're so lovely, sweetheart. So sexy. Men would be queuing up for you. My George would be first in line given half a chance!' And Jane had laughed through her...
What a nice sundress, Lucy. Didn’t think ya had to change but I’m glad ya did, yellow looks good on you. It was fun running before the wind again, just wish I coulda done the sails. But you were a good mate, did everything just as I told you. God what fun, haven’t felt that alive for a long time. You can sail with me anytime. Wish you could stick around so we could do it again. But you gotta go back to Cambridge tomorrow, right? Finish up your degree and start doin’ the Lord’s work, I guess. ...
Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Lucy, my dear, welcome back to Scarecrow Island. I missed ya, kiddo. How’s tricks? So ya got a job, well done! Your dad just retired, your sister had twins, well, glad the clan’s growin’. Oh, you wanta show me pictures on your phone? Sure, I’ll take a look. Ah, those are good lookin’ babies, no doubt. Obviously an excellent gene pool. Damn, you look great in a blue bikini and flower wrap. Can’t believe you came down lookin’ like that, some young stud...
Chapter XV They were all sitting at the breakfast table, having a second cup of coffee, when Isolde spoke up. “I have an idea,” she said. “On those nights when I don’t feel like shutting one of you out, would you both mind coming to my bed with me, and just snuggling, and going to sleep that way?” George and Terry looked at each other. “I’m game, if you are,” Terry said. “Okay,” George said. “We can give it a try.” He wanted to say that things might be moving a little too fast, but he...
Chapter IX Terry was in the bathroom when Isolde got to the top of the stairs. She rapped her knuckles on the door as she went by, and said, “I’m next.” She heard a muffled, “Okay.” A minute or two later, Terry came out of the bathroom, carrying and drying his hands on the towel. He handed the towel to Isolde, saying, “I guess you will want this.” He went into the bedroom, and lay down on his back on the bed. As he waited for Isolde to finish whatever she was doing in the bathroom (putting...
Chapter XIII It was just 5:00 when Isolde pulled into the driveway and parked behind George’s VW. George and Terry came out of the house to greet her and she said, “Here – each of you grab a bag of groceries. Watch that one, Terry – it’s heavy.” She had bought several cans of soup, and some tomatoes and the rest of the ingredients for marinara sauce, and the store bagger had put all of the cans in one bag. “I forgot you were gonna have to rent a car,” said George. “We have to do something...
Chapter IV When they got to the gig, Will, the drummer, was just setting up. He nodded to George and Isolde as he fiddled with his equipment. The bass player hadn’t arrived yet, but that was no surprise. He had told George three months ago that he was playing a wedding in Ocean City “on a Friday afternoon, for God sakes! Doesn’t anyone get married on a Saturday anymore?” he had rhetorically asked. “Maybe they got a three-day weekend special,” was George’s laconic reply. “Yeah. So now they...
Chapter VI Making hay was satisfying but monotonous work. It was nice to see the cut hay come off the end of the rake, like a green waterfall, cascading into a long even wave. And it was satisfying to look back and see row after row of mounded hay stretched out across the flat field. At first, Terry had paid close attention to the tractor and rake, worried that something might break, and listening for the telltale rattle of things amiss. But the steady thump-thump of the old two-cylinder Deere...