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Authors name: Heather Dawson
Story title : I HAVE A SECRET
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I squinted my eyes at the evening sun poised outside the
window. I rolled over and buried my face in the sofa
cushions, wishing I didn't have to wake up but knowing I'd
be awake til three in the morning if I napped any more. I
felt sticky in my tee-shirt and sweatpants and my tongue
tasted like the filling inside the dusty upholstery. After
breathing the musty odor of the sofa for a while, I shifted
onto my back and extended my cramped joints, easing my legs
straight and flexing my biceps. The ceiling glowed orange
with sunlight, a shade which soothed my stinging eyes. I
glanced over at the VCR: the blue-lighted timer read 4:43.
"Fucking daylight savings," I muttered. Nightfall by
five o'clock just isn't right, for me anyway. I coughed and
reached for my cigarettes on the coffee table. I sucked the
smoke down my raw throat and coughed again. Near five packs
in the last 30 hours, having been up for 26 of them. I
fought my drowsiness by doing mental calculation: 100
smokes in 26 hours, make it 25 for ease, that's four an
hour, one every fifteen minutes. Shit's getting ridiculous,
I thought, sitting up on the edge of the sofa, that's ten
bucks. Maybe I'll quit. "Yeah, right," I told myself as I
shuffled into the kitchen.
I poured water through the coffee maker and stared at
the brown stream filling the decanter. Always takes too
long, always, always, always. I went to the bathroom and
peed, then stared at my reflection in the mirror. Red
crumples all over my face from the sofa cushions, hair
flying in all directions, beard mussed. I tossed my
cigarette in the toilet with a sizzle, splashed water on my
cheeks and forehead, and ran my wet fingers over my scalp.
I pulled a comb through my hair and beard and smiled
crookedly at myself. Four hours of sleep does not a chipper
person make. Nothing a good black cup of man's best friend
wouldn't fix, though.
I poured half the pot of coffee into the ceramic beer
tankard I'd gotten for Christmas and went back to the
couch. I sipped the hot drink and lit another cigarette,
then picked up the sheaf of papers that I was editing. I
tried to focus on the words, concentrate on the grammar,
but it was useless. I tossed the manuscript back on the
table, picked up the TV remote, and began flicking through
the channels.
Rerun heaven. "Mr. Belvedere," "Who's the Boss?,"--ah,
"Jeopardy." I played along for a while, mumbling the
answers into my tankard while I infused myself with
caffeine. The contestants were dismal, missing easy answers
and using no strategy at all. When Double Jeopardy had
ended, the high score was only $3600, but that was enough
to guarantee victory. I fumbled for the remote to check the
end of "Who's the Boss?"
My thumb hit the Play button as I groped for the
control, and the VCR sprang to life. Lynn chose that moment
to walk in the door. I turned to greet her.
"Hi, hon. How're you?"
"Fine. Did you get--" Her face crinkled as her gaze
moved from my face to the TV screen. "Interesting," she
continued. "Where did that come from?"
I froze as the movie's soundtrack crescendoed. The
tinny, tuneless music and the gasping breaths from the
actors confirmed my thoughts without turning around: I'd
forgotten to put the porn tape away.
After Lynn had called earlier, I'd been aroused and had
some self-gratification before going to sleep.
Unfortunately, I'd forgotten to put the tape back into my
hidden library. I tried three or four excuses in my mind
before going to the old standby.
"What?" I turned around and tried to look shocked.
"Geez, I don't know!" I looked back at Lynn and found she
was smiling. "I, uh, I just woke up. I don't remember--"
"Oh, never mind," she said. "Whatever turns you on. You
want some dinner or are you just going to watch TV?"
I clicked the VCR off and walked over to her, taking one
of the grocery sacks from her arms. "Dinner," I said,
pecking her on the forehead.
Lynn chatted about her day while she mixed up a pot of
spaghetti sauce. I drank my coffee and just listened to her
voice. Her accent never fails to delight me: Lynn is from
New Zealand, and the lilt in her speech keeps me glued to
her every word. Even when she's not speaking she holds my
undivided attention as one of the most beautiful women I've
ever met.
While she talked about her history lecture, I considered
the extraordinary luck which brought her to me from half-
way around the world. Yes, living in a university town is
advantageous. So is having a friend who tends bar: I met
Lynn when my pal John introduced us on a slow night. With
only six of us drinking, John had nothing better to do than
lean on the bar and make conversation. He got to talking
with Lynn when she ordered, and soon she was sitting on the
stool next to me; three hours later, she and I were talking
over coffee in an all-night diner. Now, after six months,
we were eating dinner together most nights, and considering
ending one of our leases.
The aromas of basil and oregano wafted through the
kitchen as Lynn stirred the kettle of sauce. She folded in
a pan of sauteed mushrooms, put the lid on the kettle, and
reduced the heat.
"Well," she said, "Thirty minutes to simmer." Her hands
went to her blouse and she began releasing the buttons as
she walked out of the room. "I'm going to shower before we
eat. Don't let that burn, Will."
The urge to follow her was strong. I filled a pot with
water for the pasta while I debated. When I heard the
shower begin to strum on the tub, I went to the bedroom to
at least get some clean clothes. I opened the closet and
noticed my box of tapes lying on the floor with an empty
sleeve on top. I hurried back into the living room,
retrieved the movie from the VCR, and put it back in the
box, hiding it away in the corner where it belonged.
I returned to the kitchen and stirred the sauce. It was
thickening nicely so I put the gas on beneath the water.
Lynn came in wearing a long white robe just as the water
was beginning to boil. I asked her to finish the pasta so I
could clean up, and went to take a "standing bath" with a
washcloth. I rinsed off the stickiness of sleep and came to
the dinner table in a fresh pair of sweats. We don't stand
on convention when it's just the two of us.
It turned out I was hungrier than I thought, and two
helpings later I leaned back, sated, with a cigarette and
another tankard of coffee. Drowsiness threatened to
overtake me again, so I eagerly accepted Lynn's offer to
cuddle and watch TV. Her warm skin on mine still sent
thrills through me.
We found "Caddyshack" just starting, and Lynn leaned
back on my chest as we settled into the sofa. Old as it is,
the movie's still good for a few grins, and at least it was
keeping my eyes open. We smoked and laughed and echoed the
good lines until the massage scene. Lynn perked up and
nestled her brown locks deeper into my shoulder. Her blue
eyes gleamed at the oily body on the screen. I breathed her
delicate floral perfume and tightened my hand on hers.
"Maybe--" she said, then closed her mouth.
"What?"
"You want to watch something else?" she asked, sitting
up.
"If you want," I said, clicking the remote through the
channels. Her hand covered mine.
"Show me something hidden in your closet." She smiled
and pulled the barrette from her hair, shaking it loose to
dangle on her shoulders. Another lusty gaze and I was in
the bedroom, thumbing through the titles. I chose one which
I thought Lynn might like and returned to the living room.
Lynn had removed her robe and sat curled up in a pink
teddy. I stuffed the tape into the machine and stripped
down to my boxers before sitting down next to her.
I'd chosen a collage of several short pieces which had a
good range of kinkiness. Before it had gotten very far,
Lynn had pulled my legs apart and scooted in between them,
leaning against me with my cock pinned to her leg and her
left breast pushing on my chest. I put my arm around her
and stroked the satin on her torso while the movie
progressed.
The first scene was about two teenagers who went to
Auntie's house. There they screwed this older woman who had
a few pounds to lose but enormous tits. I stiffened
uncomfortably against Lynn's thigh, and she shifted a bit
to let me readjust myself. When she moved back against me
we ignored the fact that my fly had widened and my head was
peeking out. After a few minutes of tit-fucking on the
screen, the vignette ended and segued into another.
I knew we were coming into a lesbian scene, and I
watched Lynn as much as I watched the video, waiting for
her reaction. She touched her nipples lightly a few times,
but on the whole seemed impartial to the Sapphic love. No
matter, I decided, the next part would get her going. I
sipped my coffee while the actresses' climaxes subsided.
During the transition between loops, Lynn turned and
kissed me. Her warmth covered me as she lay on my chest,
and I reciprocated her mouth's movements. She dragged her
calf over my shins and tickled my nipples with quick, soft
pinches. Then she rolled back over to watch the film. I put
one hand under her right breast, and she clenched the other
on her stomach.
She had a deep fascination with my hands, something I
found curious. My hands are nothing special, to me anyway,
but Lynn delighted in examining each finger, measuring it,
kissing it, bending it, then on to the next. Sometimes she
would give me a manicure as foreplay, and by the time she
was finished I'd be quivering. Now, though, she simply
entwined her fingers in mine and held me tight against her.
The TV showed a bedroom with two men and a woman, and
the husband had just given his wife the services of the
other man for her birthday. She sucked them both, had them
both suck her nipples and eat her pussy, and then drove one
prick up her ass and took the other into her cunt, rocking
the two cocks into herself. I was throbbing painfully by
then, and began squeezing Lynn's titflesh. Her free hand
drifted down to my crotch and she reached into my boxers to
pull me out. Holding my erection at its base, she took our
clasped hands and gripped me between our palms. I slid my
hand under the teddy and rolled her nipple under my open
hand. Lynn sighed and we began stroking my hardon together.
I knew that most of the rest of the movie was dull and
stereotypical, so I fast-forwarded to the last story, one
with a redhead masturbating on a bed. Lynn perked up
considerably at this, and soon had a hand on her own pussy.
I removed my hand from our two-fisted masturbation and
trailed it down to her crotch, helping her as she'd helped
me. Lynn rolled over and we kissed hard, tongues moving in
tandem. I slid the straps of her teddy off her shoulders
and nuzzled down her neck to the cleft between her pillowy
tits. My hands rode up her sides to meet my beard against
her chest, and I massaged her nipples to hardness while
planting kisses over the softness.
Lynn, meanwhile, had begun kneading the muscles in my
legs, working them like putty. Her mouth moved at random,
touching my ears, my shoulders, my hair. She rocked her
pelvis occasionally, gliding the pink satin over my dry
cock with a ticklish burning sensation. I groaned and
swirled my tongue over her eraser-tips before cupping her
ass and carrying her to the bedroom.
I laid her on the futon and stood above her, letting my
boxers fall to the floor. She shimmied back to the wall and
leaned her shoulders on it, letting her legs splay open.
She pulled the fabric from her breasts and drew circles
around her crinkling nipples. My cock throbbed as I gazed
at the darkness in the crotch of the teddy. Her pubes
peeked from the edges of the satin, and when she pulled it
tighter over her mound, more hair was exposed. I fell to my
knees at the end of the bed and bent down to lavish my love
on her.
I crawled up between her knees and kissed the inside of
each bend, slithering my tongue between the joint like I
would her delicate vulva later. She massaged the firm flesh
of her tits as I rained kisses over her legs. I danced my
fingertips in random patterns which I followed with my
mouth, occasionally gliding my bearded cheeks along Lynn's
smooth shaved skin. She shuddered in delight at the variety
of sensations.
I smelled Lynn's arousal and moved up to trace the damp
patch in her teddy. As my finger outlined her moistness it
increased, until I had spiraled her juices over the entire
crotch. I palmed her pussy and put increasing pressure onto
it until she moaned. I held my palm to her mouth and she
lapped it clean. I eased up to suckle her mounds and her
hands fell away, giving me free reign over her chest.
When my tongue touched her nipple, her back spasmed into
an arch as a small orgasm zipped through her. I sucked and
nibbled on her nubbins until they were bright red in their
erection. Her hands found my cock and I twitched also at
the electric shock of her touch. She spread the drops of
pre-cum over my spongy head and made a ring with her thumb
and forefinger, slowly drawing the circlet of flesh up and
down my shaft. I was desperately near exploding.
Lynn pushed me away and turned around, displaying her
ass. I loved the sight of her creamy cheeks centered around
the thin strip of pink fabric. I ran my tongue down the
fabric to her mound. I pulled the three tiny snaps open and
pulled the rear flap away with one hand while laying two
fingers of the other along her opening. I slid up and down
her nether lips, dipping in and out to spread her moisture
over her entire pussy. She rolled her hips in an attempt to
get me onto her clit or inside her, but I kept on the
surface, prolonging the onset of her ecstasy. I put my lips
over my fingers and pulled my hand away, kissing her
aromatic skin and licking her musky juices. Lynn pushed
back against my face, and I planted a gentle bite on her
buttocks. She jumped away and fell flat on the futon. She
rolled over and smiled.
"Not fair," she said. "Give me something to bite."
"Not fair," she said. "Give me something to bite."
I walked on my knees up to her tits, my cock hanging
just above her round flesh. Lynn's hands curled around my
buttocks and she pulled me closer, until my prick was
dripping its pre-cum onto her tongue. She engulfed me into
her wet, red orifice and began sucking like she never had
before. The sight reminded me of the tape we'd watched, and
although I hadn't noticed any new techniques, Lynn was
performing quite differently. She must have studied more
carefully than I. It didn't take long before I was groaning
and holding back as well as I could. Lynn knew what was
coming and pushed me back, licking her lips.
"On your back," she said, scrambling to her feet. I
obediently rolled over and watched as she pushed the teddy
from her waist to the floor. She remounted the bed and
stood over my groin, her pussy gleaming with her juices.
With a slow, langorous motion she knelt down onto my
pelvis, and in a flash she had me in her. We gasped in
unison. Lynn leaned forward until her nipples were brushing
my chest hair, and then began fucking in earnest. Her tits
bobbed as she surged forward and back, impaling herself on
me as I gazed at her grimace. Even under stress she was
beautiful.
It wasn't long before she was panting. With her on top I
was helpless, and I depended on her to prolong my cumming.
She would choose when I got release, and she obviously
intended to get off before me. I got selfish. My groin was
spasming in need of ejaculation, and I grabbed her ass,
pulling her cheeks apart as I squeezed. Her gasps became
grunts and whimpers as she bounced on my cock, culminating
in a scream as I pushed a finger on her ass. Her pussy
clamped onto my cock. I forced a rough rumble from my chest
as she ground to a halt on me, and I shot into her like an
unkinked hose. My hands slid up her back and I hugged her
tightly to me as the orgasm subsided. Lynn's lips found
mine and we laid together for many minutes, murmuring our
love story.
Soon hunger was upon us, and I bounced into the kitchen,
returning with cookies and milk. We laughed as we dunked
the cookies and dropped crumbs on the sheets, children
disobeying Mother's every rule about food. Lynn daubed milk
on her nipples and I nursed it away. Then she crawled off
the bed and over to the closet, leaving a sticky trail of
dripping juices on the sheets. She began rummaging through
my box of video tapes, setting those with interesting
titles to the side.
"Are you startled?" I asked.
"No, not startled. Intrigued. Turned-on. What else do
you have hiding in here?" She clambered over my shoes and
found another box hiding in the deepest corner of the
closet. With a grunt she lifted it out into the room. She
smiled and made dramatic gestures in opening the cardboard
flaps. Looking down with a gasp, she found the stack of
backup floppies full of my GIF collection and the twenty or
so well-thumbed pornographic novels. She held up a disk.
"What're these?"
I saw no reason to lie and many reasons to show her. I
walked over to the computer and booted up. I lit a
cigarette and motioned her over.
"Sit on my lap and I'll show you. C'mere."
With Lynn comfortably perched on my thigh, I logged onto
my password-protected E drive. I typed in the slideshow
command for the series of conventional intercourse shots.
The screen filled with a succession of couples in various
states of embrace and attachment. I felt my cock twitch as
the pictures cascaded by. I checked Lynn's expression from
the corner of my eye and was pleased to see her bemused
smile. I took the last drag of the cigarette and crushed it
out in the ashtray.
When the slide show had cycled around, Lynn put her arm
around my shoulders. Her breasts hung in front of my face,
and I couldn't help flickering my tongue across the smooth
skin. Lynn's fingers ruffled my hair and she patted my
semi-stiff penis.
"Surely there's more?" she said.
I grinned and broke out of the program. I started
another, this one full of dildo shots, and I was completely
rigid before cueing another series, this one of mild
bondage. Seepage from Lynn's pussy was streaking my thigh,
and she shifted on my leg with a slippery crackling sound.
I smelled her renewed excitement.
"Want to see where these come from?" I asked.
"Why?"
"There's something I want to show you."
She swung her legs into a straddling position on my leg
and rode my leg like a rocking horse. I took this as an
assent and soon was logged onto my favorite adult BBS. I
did a new-scan and together we chose three or four pictures
to download. We caressed each other as we watched the slow
strip-tease of the transfer, lines filling the screen one
by one as the GIF came through the modem. When we'd
completed the download, I went to the message section. Lynn
was surprised at the hot mail there and slapped me
playfully when we read a particularly explicit message
addressed to my alias.
"So you're having an affair on me, huh?" She smiled.
"Let's write back together."
"I was hoping you'd say that," I replied. "Everyone's
eager to meet you. I've written a lot about you--about us."
"Hmmm, well, I'm not sure I like that. Yet. Let's see,
what should we say?"
"Why don't we tell them what we just did?"
"Oh, God, are you kidding?" Lynn saw my evil smile and
her doubt dissolved. "Yes, you're right. That's what we'll
do!"
My hands flew over the keyboard as she fondled my dick.
Well, all, the secret's out. I'm typing this with
Little Lynn on my leg, and we're both feeling a
little bit naughty tonight. Logging on in the nude
isn't so unusual, but having Lynn's hands on my cock
is. Now she's moving over--
Lynn straddled my thighs, placing my cock at the entrace to
her slit as she nestled back onto my lap.
--and pulling me into her, God
it's smooth and wet and hot and tight, Jesus. She's
on my lap and squeezing me with her inner muscles as
she rocks, breathing quickly while I take her from
behind. Is this exhibitionism?
Then Lynn took my hands and cupped them to her tits while
she typed.
This is Little Lynn typing now, and Will's filling me
with his cock, squeezing my nipples till they scream
in pain and excitement. I can feel myself soaking his
crotch with my juices. God, I'm so hot while I write
this, it's like nothing I've ever done before. I
think it is exhibitionism, honey, talking and fucking
for the whole world. Oooooohhh, this feels so GOOD!
If you could only feel this!
I forced my hands back onto the keys.
Lynn's going crazy. She's bucking up and down on my
shaft. Her hands are alternating between her nipples
and her clit and I can tell she's about to cummmmmm.
She just collapsed onto me. Guess we'll have to do
this more often <grin>. Look for it....
Bye for now
Will B. Ready and Little Lynn
Lynn had fallen back against me with a shower of cum on my
legs and a series of wet kisses on my cheek. I was still
hard inside her. She played with the exposed base of my
shaft protruding from her slit. I was just about to log off
when the screen cleared.
Hey Will and Lynn! This is Sin! I can't believe what
you two just did!
"Sin"dy, the sysop, waited for a response. I typed back,
Neither can we! Lynn just had a great orgasm and now
she's tickling my balls, trying to get me to cum too.
What're you up to?
I've got a dildo crammed into my snatch. God, I just
about collapsed too when I saw that message coming
in. I'm so glad Lynnie decided to cum by!
Lynn tapped quickly:
Me too! This adds a whole new dimension to things! Is
the dildo vibrating? Is it giving you the same buzz
Will's giving me?
God, yes, it's humming like a siren, tickling my
walls and buzzing my lips. I'm pulling it in and out
slowly, letting it glide up over my clit now and then
and over my rosebud OH! and deep, deeper into my
sopping cunt!
Will's still inside me and I can feel him swelling
while we talk! I've never felt him so big before! His
lips are on my ears and he's kneading my tits like
crazy, trying to buck under me. I'm doing my best to
concentrate on squeezing him with my pussy, but
you're really getting me HOT.
God, I'm hot too, darling, and I'm so close, I'm on
the verge of cumming, I'm working on my clit now,
mashing it with the tip of this fleshy dildo, god the
vibrations ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooooo
ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I just
came, darlings.
Will did too! Just as your h's started streaming over
the screen! I can feel his hot stickiness deep inside
me, it's trickling down, God we're soaked!
I am too. I'm going to have to get cleaned up here,
so I'll let you go now. I can't wait to do it again,
though!
Us either. Oh, Sin, it's been so fun. So many new
things to try, all those pictures are giving me dirty
ideas. Will's going to have his work cut out for him.
Talk to you again soon....bye!
We logged off and sat back in the chair, embracing. Lynn
started shivering so we went to the bathroom and showered,
excitedly talking about our new horizons. Between the
tapes, the GIFs, and the BBS, there weren't any secrets
anymore. New dimensions had materialized for both of us.
Lynn said she had a secret box, too, and she hoped I'd
enjoy it as much as she had mine. I fell asleep with her
that night in lust and in love, feeling the deepest sense
of satisfaction I'd ever known.