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The Babysitter
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I barely had time to throw on a clean t-shirt and jeans before the 
doorbell rang.  "I'll get it," I called, since everyone was expecting 
it was Mr. Green coming to pick me up.  Sure enough, it was Mr. Green.  
I grabbed my backpack and called out "I'm going now" to the household 
population at large.  No one replied.

"Hi Jenny," he said. "You ready?"  Like a gentleman, he reached for my 
backpack.

"Sure," I said, handing him my pack. I noted how effortlessly he 
carried it.

As he led the way to his Suburban, he apologized, "I'm sorry, but I am 
on an important phone call.  Can you be very quiet?  I need to resolve 
this right away."

"No problem!" I replied.  I thought it would be fun to listen to him 
do business.  My dad never talked about his work, so this would be a 
first.  Mr. Green opened the passenger side back door, and I slid in.  
He handed me my pack and shut the door.

He walked to his side, and got into the driver's seat.  He turned and 
put his finger over his lips, then pressed the UNMUTE button on his 
in-vehicle speakerphone.

"Mark?  Still there?" he queried.

"Yep."

"Sorry it took longer than I thought," he said, dropping the vehicle 
into gear.  "What'd you find out?"

"Well, those are supposed to be our final drawings, and we are out of 
budget to do more," Mark replied.

"Now, listen Mark.  I'm calling you because I've known you for a 
number of years.  So this is a courtesy I'm giving you, OK?"  We drove 
away from my house and down the street.  "You've always done good 
work, but I've got a problem.  The drawings you sent yesterday are 
shitty as hell.  Things are in the wrong place, the clearances are all 
wrong.  Hell, you are showing shit in the runway clear zone!  I can't 
show this crap to the owner."

I could almost hear Mark's face getting red.  Mine was getting red, 
just imagining what he was thinking.

"Clem, I--", Mark began to protest.

"Mark, I respect you a lot, but I can't accept this sloppy work," Mr. 
Green said, cutting Mark off.  "I've got a Tuesday deadline, and I 
need to know if you are gonna fix the drawings."  No one said anything 
for a few moments, then Mr. Green continued.  "Here's how it is.  You 
need to fix these drawings, and the estimates, by Monday morning.  If 
you don't do it, I'll yank you from the project and have my guys do it 
our selves.  I can't afford to pay you to do work and then we do it 
ourselves."

"Damn, Clem!" Mark blurted.  "You got me in a serious bind.  I run a 
small shop, and if I lose this job I'll have to fire three good guys.  
These guys have families that depend on them.  On the other hand, I 
don't think we could get it done in time, even if we work around the 
clock all weekend."

"Are you saying you can't do it?"

"I don't know that we can't, but I don't think I can promise you that 
we can."  Mark's voice was filled with dread and anguish.

We were coming up to a red light.  As Mr. Green slowed down, he 
delivered an ultimatum.  "Mark, I'll be real honest to you.  If you 
say you can't do it, I'll have to take you off the job.  If you say 
you can do it, but don't, I think we're looking at liquidated damages.  
The only way you come out OK is if you do the job by Monday."

"Shit!" Mark exhaled.  "Liquidated damages?"

"I would think so," Mr. Green said.  His face was grim, so I knew 
'liquidated damages' was a very bad thing.  "I'm stopping at a traffic 
light.  I need to know what you're gonna do when the light turns 
green."   He looked in the mirror at me.  "I'm putting you on MUTE 
until the changes."  He reached out and punched a button on his phone.  
"Sorry you have to hear this rough language," he apologized.

Rough language?  All I'd heard was a few 'shits' and 'damns', which 
was a lot milder than the 'fucks' and 'dumbasses' I heard every day.  
"That's OK," I said.  "What's a liquidated damage?"

"It means we'll sue him to recover the expenses that we incurred 
because of his screw up, and probably much more than that."  I still 
felt a little confused, and Mr. Green saw it.  "It means he'll 
probably lose the company."  Oh.

The light turned green and Mr. Green punched the MUTE button again.  
"So what's gonna be?" he asked Mark.

"I think I need to try to make the Monday deadline, even if that means 
I'll risk the company," Mark said, sounding worried and resigned.  
"But, I'd rather lose my company than put three guys out of work 
without even trying to make it right."

For the first time, I saw Mr. Green smile.  "That's pretty ballsy 
Mark," he said, his voice registering pleasure in his friend.  "And 
it's the right decision, too."

"I just hope we all think that Monday morning," Mark said, his worry 
not at all diminished.

"I think we will," Mr. Green said confidently.  "Tell you what.  I'll 
send my best guys to your office to help you.  I think that together 
we can get it done."

"Really?" Mark asked, sounding suddenly hopeful.

"Yeah, and I'll even eat the expense myself.  I like you Mark, and I'm 
looking forward to seeing you at your daughter's wedding.  How big an 
asshole would I be to show up after putting you out of business?"  He 
looked in the mirror at me, and winked.

"That is damn fine of you Clem!" Mark said.

"Can you hold on while I check something?"

"Sure!" Mark agreed.

Mr. Green punched a button, then a couple more.  In a few seconds, I 
heard a phone ringing.  I supposed he had put Mark on hold and placed 
another call.  "Hello?" a slightly Hispanic voice on the other end 
asked.

"Hector?"

"Yes.  Is this Mr. G?"

"Yeah.  How's the flight?"

"Fine.  I am glad we're in First Class though.  We can stretch our 
legs and maybe get some sleep on the way."

"First Class?  That's great.  The agent wasn't sure she'd be able to 
get you all in."

"Well, she did."

"Great," Mr. Green said.  "Listen, Mark agreed to redo the job, and he 
knows you're coming.  What time are you arriving, so I can have him 
pick you up?"

"Mmmmm, the screen says we arrive at 3:35am," Hector informed him.

"Ouch!  Well, I'll have Mark pick you up.  Call me when you get in 
OK?"

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Mr. Green said, sounding like he was putting his foot 
down.  " And I want us to pay for the food for the crew all weekend.  
OK?"

"Will do.  Hey, I need to go," Hector said, and I could hear a smile 
in his voice.  "The stewardess is finally here with our champagne."

Mr. Green rang off with Hector, then gave the information to Mark.  He 
hung up as we pulled into his street, and I could see his shoulders 
visibly relax.  I decided to let him wind down a little before we got 
to his house.  "Sorry about making you listen to all that boring 
stuff," he said as we pulled into the drive.

"No prob," I said cheerily.  Mr. Green held the door for me as we 
walked into his house.

He called out that he was home, and asked, "Lucy, ready to go?"  Lucy 
was his wife.

"Sure," she said from behind us, startling us both.  She had been 
standing in the kitchen, apparently.  "Hi Jenny," she said to me, a 
sweet motherly smile.  "How do I look?" she asked him.

"You look very nice," Mr. Green enthused.  And she did.  She was 
wearing a black sheath dress and pearls that seemed to shine from 
within.  She was wearing sophisticated black leather pumps, far higher 
than I had ever worn and with shiny silver tips to the heels.  Her 
stockings were a nice match, finer than mesh but still coarse, with a 
line of silver beads up the back.  Her dark brown hair was smooth and 
glossy, a very cute bob that was cut higher in the back than front, 
and curled slightly under.  Within the shield of hair, I could see 
dangly pearl earrings that completed the outfit perfectly.  Her makeup 
was very tasteful, but what my mom would call an "evening look".  I 
wondered if she had ever been a model, she was that beautiful. 

"You look great Mrs. Green," I said, as she looked adoringly at her 
husband.  She turned and smiled at me, her teeth a perfect row of 
white. 

"Thank you Jenny," she said.  She asked if I needed anything, and gave 
me some brief instructions.  Then, turning back to Mr. Green, she 
asked, "Shall we go?"  He nodded, and off they went.

I got very busy then, taking care of the little ones.  Nikki and Ryan 
weren't darlings, but they weren't monsters either.  They were normal 
kids, despite what I understood was an affluent upbringing.  Even so, 
I was glad when they went to bed without a huge fight.  Then, I turned 
to my homework.

Eventually, I got bored of that, and found my mind wandering.  I 
thought of Chase, the guy who was pursuing me (and I was giving him 
reason to).  He was nice enough, and not a dork like so many kids in 
my grade.  Not very mature, but then all the boys in school were 
basically immature.  Absently, I found myself comparing him to a grown 
man, and stacked him up to Mr. Green.

The comparison wasn't very kind.  Mr. Green was old, but that was his 
only negative.  Mr. Green was kind and held the door open for me.  He 
was a gentleman.  He obviously adored his wife.  Chase ignored me in 
public even while sending me cute notes in private.  Chase would have 
been able to carry my backpack, but not with the easy strength of Mr. 
Green.  But the biggest difference was that Mr. Green was successful 
while Chase was still a kid.  Mr. Green had power.  I mean, he could 
fire an entire company and probably ruin it!

I recalled the conversation I had heard.  Suddenly, I sat upright as I 
remembered that Mr. Green's man Hector was in flight before that Mark 
guy was offered Hector's help.  Gosh, Hector was in flight before Mr. 
Green even called Mark!  My mind struggled with the implications.  Mr. 
Green knew Mark would accept his offer to help.  He was so confident, 
he had sent Hector in advance!  Not only that, but he had wanted to 
help Mark save his company.

I sat back, my insides filled with warmth.  Mr. Green was a really 
nice guy.  He controlled his power when he could have just as easily 
ruined someone.  I thought of him as a gentle giant, a big teddy bear.  
That's what all the indications were.  Mrs. Green was lucky to have 
him.

I got up and fixed myself a glass of water.  Then I wandered around 
the big house, restless with my new emotions.  I knew I was getting a 
crush on Mr. Green; I could feel it.  I liked the feeling of having a 
crush, and didn't want to give it up.  I decided I would control it, 
but enjoy it too.

In their entertainment center was a series of family photos.  There 
were lots of photos of Mrs. Green, some from her days as a cheerleader 
(figures!).  Lots of photos of the Nikki and Ryan.  Not so many of Mr. 
Green.  None were of him alone. Most of him also had Mrs. Green with 
him.  They were a great looking couple.

I wandered some more, eventually making it to their bedroom.  At 
first, I was looking at the photos, but the cleanliness of the room 
(they must have a maid!) invited exploration.  I tentatively went into 
a walk-in closet, finding it held only Mrs. Green's clothes.  There 
were expensive-looking dresses that I thought I recognized from 
fashion magazines.  I'd die to try one on!  She was nearly my size, 
although I guessed I was more athletic.

Then I went into their bathroom, surprised to find a drying rack in 
their sunk-in tub.  It was primarily used to dry hosiery, but some of 
her undies were there too.  I chuckled, having found a spot of middle-
class normalcy in the well-organized, elegant house.

I saw too that on what I guessed was his vanity (razor blade, men's 
cologne) was a picture of Mrs. Green.  She was facing away on a beach, 
looking back over her shoulder at the camera as the wind blew her 
hair.  She was also nude.  With no suntan lines.  I was amazed at her 
brazenness and her perfect body.  Clearly, she wasn't a stuffy old 
lady!

I bent over to pick up the picture, when I heard a deep rumble.  
Evidently, their bath was over the garage, because it sure sounded 
like a garage door opening.  I raced out of the bath and to the 
upstairs den, where I had been doing my homework.

I began to nonchalantly collect my papers, trying to regain my papers 
and appear calm.  In a minute, I wondered where they were, since they 
hadn't come upstairs.  I slung on my backpack and went stealthily 
downstairs.  I began to fear the garage had been opened by robbers, 
and I didn't want them to see me.

I peeked into the kitchen, and my eyes went wide with what I saw.  Mr. 
Green was behind Mrs. Green, pressing her over a counter.  He was 
kissing her neck ravenously, and she was responding with her mouth 
open, eyes shut.  I watched, dumbfounded, as he licked her neck, then 
kissed it.  His hands were on her breasts, squeezing them 
possessively.  This was a truly erotic sight, a man and woman enjoying 
themselves, but it wasn't supposed to be seen by the babysitter!

I softly backtracked, then came down the stairs loudly to announce my 
presence.  By the time I got into the kitchen, there was nothing going 
on.  Their red faces were the only sign I could see.

"Were the kids OK?" Mrs. Green asked, her speech slurred.

"They were great," I responded, wondering if she had forgotten my 
presence because she had been drinking.

Soon, Mr. Green was driving me home.  His presence next to me was 
electric and I kept flashing back to the sight of Mrs. Green bent over 
the kitchen counter.  I had to derail my train of thoughts.

"Can I ask a question?" I queried.

"Sure."

"How come your guy was already on the plane when you called that man?"

Mr. Green chuckled.  "Notice that did you?"  he smiled.  "Well, Mark 
Wilson is a good man and I couldn't see putting a good guy like him 
out of business.  There's too many useless companies to ruin a decent 
one." He paused to collect his thoughts.  "I knew he was over his 
head, and I had two choices.  I could either help him or I could 
destroy him.  I'll lose money on the job sending out my guys to help, 
but I also am helping a good guy and he'll not make this mistake 
again.  Its worth the money to have an experienced contractor."

"But that doesn't explain how your guy was flying before the call," I 
pointed out.

"You're right," he said, chancing a look at me.  "But I knew what Mark 
would say.  I have faith in him."

My admiration for Mr. Green grew quite a lot.  He was willing to risk 
quite a lot on his faith, and that sort of confidence was very 
attractive.  Mr. Green was a good man, emphasis on 'man.'  Not at all 
like the shallow guys like Chase that I knew.

He dropped me off at my house, his voice rumbling a deep "Goodnight, 
Jenny, and thanks."  I hadn't noticed how deep his voice was, but it 
seemed to reach my inner parts.  He waited to drive away until I was 
inside, taking care to return me safely.  I couldn't help but look at 
his departing car until it was out of sight.

I found it hard to fall asleep, and that night I had my first-ever 
erotic dream.  It was about Mr. Green.

I got what I call a "panic call" from Mrs. Green on Sunday.  Mr. Green 
had left town to be with his team finalizing the plans, and she had a 
church meeting she had to attend.  I agreed to come over, and she 
picked me up in the mid-afternoon.  In contrast to her last look of 
complete sophistication, now she was clad in khaki shorts and a sporty 
collared T-shirt.  Even in what seemed like a Sunday-casual dress, she 
had taken the time to apply light makeup and to do her hair, managing 
to seem stylish even when not dressing to impress. 

Making sure that Nikki and Ryan were occupied, I slipped away to the 
master bath.  I wanted to see the picture Mr. Green looked at.  Mrs. 
Green was lovely, and completely at ease.  Even with close 
examination, bikini lines were not visible.  There was a printed date 
on the bottom of the photo, indicating the picture was less than two 
years old.  Wow!  Her figure was that good even after having two kids.  
"She'll be tough competition," I told myself, realizing with a start 
that I was now thinking of her that way.

Now feeling like a snoop, I noiselessly opened their vanity drawers.  
His only contained ordinary stuff, but hers also held a "Wahl wet/dry 
personal hair trimmer".  I blushed when I thought what that could 
mean.  On the top shelf of their linen closet, I found an extra large 
jar of lubricant.  It could have been left over from when the kids 
endured rectal thermometers, but I preferred to think it was for 
another, naughtier purpose.  I had only a vague idea what adults did 
with the stuff, but those ideas were plenty dirty.

The most astonishing find was hiding in plain sight.  On the drying 
rack was Mrs. Green's sexy hose.  I picked them up, admiring them, and 
then noticed that they weren't like ordinary pantyhose.  These 
contained built-in garters, so that her crotch was left open.  Putting 
the hose carefully back where I found them, I saw black panties that 
she would have worn, and they were still damp from washing.  Picking 
them up, I saw that they were crotchless as well.  I was thrilled to 
think that beneath the elegant clothing, Mrs. Green had been 
completely uncovered.  Her crotch was available.  My own crotch became 
damp as I thought about it.  I wondered if she routinely was that 
daring, albeit secretly.

Some time later, Mrs. Green returned and drove me home.  We chatted 
about unimportant things, but I was memorizing everything about her.  
I knew Mr. Green found her desirable, and thought emulating her would 
be a good place to start if I wanted him to find me attractive.

The next week, I was very busy with school work and soccer.  
Carefully, I explored with my girlfriends their feelings about older 
men.  One admitted making out with a college guy, rapturously 
describing how much better kisser he was than the guys we normally 
kissed.  One "heard from a friend" that older lovers were more 
demanding, but much more satisfying too.

Only one of my friends, actually a member of the soccer team I knew 
slightly named Carol, frowned when the subject was broached.  "Sure, 
they fuck great, for a while, but they always go back to their wives 
and forget about you," Carol commented.  I was shocked at her brazen 
choice of words, but concentrated on the fucking part while 
discounting the last part.  I would only sleep with a man when I knew 
he was committed to me.

Friday afternoon, I got a call from Mrs. Green.  "Jenny, I know this 
is short notice, but what are you doing Sunday night?"

"Um, nothing, I guess," I replied.  Immediately, I was thinking again 
about her 'open attitude' in dress.

"Well, we have an extra ticket to the Rodeo.  It's the last night, you 
know, and George will be performing," she replied.  There was no need 
to tell me which George she was talking about.  There is only one 
George.  Then, she continued, "Clem and I were wondering if you'd like 
to go?  We want to say thank you for helping out last Sunday."

"Wow?!" I thrilled.  "Really?"

"Yes," she affirmed.  I could hear her pleased smile over the phone.

"Let me check with my folks.  It's a school night," I reminded her.  I 
checked with my mom, who only expressed envy before giving her OK.  
"My mom says it is OK," I told Mrs. Green.

"Great!" she replied.  "We'll go around 2PM and do the carnival and 
booths and have turkey legs.  OK?"

"This is so cool," I said.  "Thank you!"

Immediately after hanging up, I ran to my closet to plan my wardrobe.  
I called my best friend Emma, and she came over to help me pick out 
clothes.  Unfortunately, the last time I went to the rodeo was a 
couple years earlier.  Since then, I had, um, filled out and none of 
my western clothes fit anymore.  I could wear my mom's boots if I 
double-socked, but for the rest I had to go to the mall.

Mom let me use her credit card as an early birthday present.  We 
hooked up with a couple other girls, and went to the mall.  It was all 
picked over, so we went to the western store where the prices were 
higher but the selection was better.  Emma was going to let me wear 
her hat, so I came out with a skin-tight pair of red Rocky Mountains 
jeans and a halter-style key-hole blouse that was popular.  Emma and 
the girls told me the tight clothes showed off my athletic build and 
would attract plenty of attention.  Really, though, the only attention 
I wanted was from Mr. Green.

Mr. and Mrs. Green picked me up on time, and I looked great.  I had 
carefully pinched my cheeks to give me a rosy wholesome look.  My 
inside-out french braid was tight enough to hurt my scalp, but I knew 
it accentuated my looks.  But the stopper was my clothes.  They 
revealed enough of my body to be flirty without making me look slutty.  
I may have been dreaming, but I think I saw Mr. Green checking me out.

I wasn't totally oblivious to the second looks I got as we went 
through the carnival.  I even earned a few whistles.  Once, a boy 
slapped my butt with a bumper sticker that said "Hot Cowgirl".  I 
think it was a compliment.  The biggest compliment was when Mr. Green 
faked a stop to look at some goods in the vendors area, then turned to 
watch me walk away.  Good!  He wasn't impervious to my charms.

At one point, we cruised through the food court.  "Anything look good 
Jenny?" Mr. Green asked.

"I'd like an ear of corn, Mr. Green," I replied.

Mr. Green looked at his wife before replying.  "Jenny, Lucy and I are 
tired of you calling us Mr. Green and Mrs. Green.  It makes us feel 
really old.  Can't you call us Lucy and Clem?"

"I can if you want," I hedged.  I had only been trying to respect my 
elders as I had been taught.

"Good," smiled Mrs. Green.  "I'm glad we got that settled finally."

The rest of the day went uneventfully.  The rodeo was great; no one 
was killed and they awarded the "High Flyin' Hard Luck Award" to a 
cowgirl for the first time (her horse crashed into a wall during a 
barrel race).  The main event was the concert, and George was 
fantastic.  It was fun to swoon with all the other girls, Lucy Green 
included.  He put on an extra good show, knowing that it was a special 
night: the last rodeo concert in the AstroDome.

The tickets they had split us into two rows, 2 in front and 3 behind.  
Nikki, Ryan, and I sat behind Lucy and Clem.  I watched jealously as 
he stroked her neck all night, practically fondling her nape.  She was 
styling the Denim and Diamonds look, and I imagined her most sensitive 
skin available to his touch beneath her long full skirt.

The night was great, especially since we had VIP parking and could get 
out fast.  I was nonetheless exhausted when I got home, from walking 
for miles.  I dreamt that night of Clem caressing my neck, and woke 
deep in the night to find my panties wet in the crotch.  Tentatively, 
I touched myself, and found I liked it.  I rubbed what I knew to be my 
clitoris, and soon was making my bed squeak as I frigged myself.  I 
masturbated hard for the first time, luxuriating in the wicked feeling 
I had.  I felt my head starting to buzz, and rolled over to press my 
face into my pillow.  Still rubbing, I screamed into my pillow, my 
entire body seeming to convulse.

My last thought before I fell into sweet slumber was "so that's what 
an orgasm feels like."

I woke the next day, still feeling totally charged.  I had an energy I 
had never felt before, and it seemed as if every way I moved my 
panties brushed my clitoris.  After my shower, I took a good hard look 
at myself for the first time.  I was good looking, and had a nice 
body.  My breasts had grown enough to make me not feel like a child, 
but my main feature was the muscles I had built as a product of the 
sports I played.  I could almost imagine Mr. Green--Clem!--running his 
fingers over my washboard stomach like he ran his fingers over Lucy's 
nape.  My thoughts strayed to how he would squeeze my butt, and I 
found myself looking at my clitoris.  It was sticking out!

Embarrassed at myself, I dressed hurriedly and waited for my mom to 
give me a ride to school.  I couldn't get the idea of sex out of my 
mind.  It was new and exciting, but the newness was scary too.  I 
wanted to talk to my friends about it, but I didn't too.  Every time I 
went to the bathroom, I wanted to feel my clit, and yet I was afraid I 
would scream in orgasm again.

That afternoon I was paired with Carol at soccer practice for a couple 
drills.  Her comment about married guys and how they fucked echoed in 
my head.  I missed a few easy passes as my mind conjured images of 
Carol getting fucked by Clem.  "Hey, where's your mind?" she asked, 
amused by how distracted I was.

"Sorry," I apologized, "I guess I'm thinking about a... guy."  I didn't 
want to admit to my growing attraction to Clem Green.

"A guy?" she laughed.  "Not Chase?"

"No, definitely not Chase," I laughed.

"Does that mean I can have him?" she laughed, kicking me the ball.

"Well, I don't have him," I said archly.

"Cool," she said.

But that got me thinking.  "So if you were going to go for Chase, how 
would you get him to like you?" I asked.

"Easy," she smiled.  "I'd like the things he likes.  I'd end up 
looking more like you, because I know he has the hots for you.  But I 
know he likes dumb girls, because then he feels smarter.  So, I'd act 
dumb enough for him to like me."

I laughed, knowing she was right.  Chase never struck me like the 
brightest bulb in the school.  His vanity would require him to be 
smarter than the girl he dated.  That's probably why he never really 
made a big effort to win me.

That night, I thought about it again.  What did Clem like?  Well, he 
obviously like beautiful women, because Lucy was very beautiful.  He 
liked stylish women, I guessed.  He liked daring women.  But how could 
I be those things?  I needed more research.

My chance came that weekend, when I again babysat.  Lucy picked me up 
this time, and I observed her discretely to see what parts of her I 
could mimic.  She was wearing a dress and pretty floral hose.  I 
always wore jeans or shorts.  Next time I would wear a skirt.  Her 
nails were done with a French manicure, while mine were bitten.  I 
would grow them out.  Her makeup was light and tasteful except in her 
lipstick, which was a heavy red.  Maybe I'd borrow some of my mom's, 
and see if he reacted.

We stopped at the Sonic, getting the kids and my dinner.  She ordered 
an extra large Creampie Shake for Clem, commenting "he loves a good 
creampie".  She laughed knowingly, which left me mystified.

He wasn't home when we got to the house, but arrived shortly 
afterward.  He kissed Lucy heartily, his hand on her neck, pulling her 
in.  She pointed out the shake, and they exchanged some private joke 
about it, then he rushed upstairs to change.  A minute later, Lucy 
complained that she had forgotten something, and also went upstairs.  
Ten minutes later, they both came downstairs, holding hands.  I 
couldn't help but notice how flushed they both were, and Lucy's 
lipstick was smudged.

'Oh my God!' I thought, realizing that Lucy must have smudged her 
lipstick on him.  No wonder they were flushed and he wore a happy 
smile.  I was shocked and jealous too.

When they left, I immediately popped in a video for the kids and 
sneaked up to their bedroom.  In their bathroom's trash can was the 
packaging for hip-high stockings in the pattern Lucy was wearing.  I 
bet that she wasn't wearing anything else.

They didn't get home late that night, and I was downstairs watching 
TV.  Clem drove me home, using the time to ask if I was available the 
next night too.  "Unless you have a date?" he asked.

"No, I'm not seeing anyone," I blurted out, then kicked myself.

"Really?  A pretty girl like you isn't seeing anyone?" he asked.  He 
thought I was pretty?

"Well, I was seeing a guy for a while, and I haven't gotten over it," 
I lied.

"I hope you broke up with him," Clem said, looking over at me with 
wonderful compassion.

"Naw, he broke up with me," I said, pretending to be rueful.  I 
sounded pretty believable, getting into my role as a hurt young woman.

 "Not for another girl," he stated, begging the question.

"Actually," I said, "his wife made him break it off."  Oh.  My. God!!!  
I just made the most whopping lie I ever did.  I sat there, my face 
going beet red.  I realized only after saying it what a slut I 
sounded.

Clem didn't say anything at first.  He finally spoke when we pulled 
onto my street.  "I suppose it was for the better that you broke up 
with that married man," he said, without accusation.  "Maybe you 
learned something valuable from the experience."

I had been given enough time to recover my cool, and had decided to 
press the lie rather than try to correct it. "Yeah, I have," I said, 
willing myself to turn and brazenly face him.  I found the gumption to 
look him in the eye and say, "I've learned that older guys can give me 
what I need better than younger guys."  Clem's eyes went wide with 
surprise, and I turned and got out of the van.  "What time will you 
have me tomorrow?" I asked.  'Have me?'   How lame an innuendo was 
that?

"Lucy'll pick you up around 5PM, if that's OK?"

"That sounds great," I smiled at him.  I took one last long look at 
him, capturing his face in my memory, for use when I was undressed and 
in bed.  Then, I closed the door and marched up to the house.  I was 
thrilled to feel his eyes on me, maybe doing more now than just 
watching to make sure I got inside OK.

I woke in the morning, resolved to make Clem fall for me.  The thought 
of being with him, being intimate with him, thrilled me.  I saw how he 
treated Lucy, and I wanted that treatment.  Carol's description of the 
abilities of older men excited me too.  But more than anything, Clem 
represented a challenge that I thought I could achieve.

The first part of my plan was to become more Lucy-like.  I called my 
friends around noon, when I was sure they were awake.  We got together 
at the mall, and over smoothies I came clean.  I told them I wanted to 
make an older guy 'desire me' and that his tastes were more 
sophisticated.  My girlfriends totally got into it, helping me to 
figure out what to do.  Some of them told me to play up the fact that 
I was young and sexy, while the others suggested I play more to his 
tastes.

One of the fun things was to try to change my appearance on the cheap.  
Katie let me borrow her pair of sporty high-heeled slides.  Jersey had 
a blood red skirt-dress that was backless and would be about thigh-
length on me.  So all I spent my money on was a pair of pearl 
earrings, pearl choker, and deep red lipstick.  We decided a 
minimalist approach would be best.

I went to my friend's houses to collect the things I would borrow, 
then home to shower and get ready.  I shaved my legs hurriedly, which 
is something I seldom did.  I imagined Clem running his hands up my 
legs and felt a twitch in my clit.  My little sister Reagan has had an 
enduring interest in braiding, and I promised to do her chores if she 
would braid my hair.  In exchange for clearing the table for a week, 
she gave me an extremely tight inside-out braid that made my scalp 
tingle.

At quarter of five, I had finished putting on light makeup except for 
the red lipstick, and slipped the dress carefully on.  I realized only 
then that I didn't have a bra I could wear with a backless dress.  
Feeling daring, I decided to just go braless.  The thin fabric of the 
dress slid over my already hard nipples, giving me shivers.  I put on 
the shoes Katie lent me, and studied myself in the mirror.  The 
overall effect was sophisticated, but I still looked young.

Peering closely, I could see my panty lines.  I was debating if I 
should also go pantiless, which scared and excited me, when Reagan 
barged in to tell me that Mrs. Green had pulled into the driveway.  I 
grabbed my purse, and at the last moment doubled back to my room to 
stuff some perfume in it, then went out the front door to Lucy's 
waiting Excursion.

"You look nice," she said, studying my new look as I got in.

"Oh, this.  I went to a wedding this afternoon," I lied.  That seemed 
to satisfy her curiosity, although she suggested she could wait if I 
wanted to change quickly.  I declined, and we started for her house.

Lucy went up to finish dressing, and Clem arrived home a few minutes 
later.  Alone in the kitchen, he remarked, "You look very grown up."

"I am grown up," I said sincerely.  I winced at his slight chuckle.

"Well, enjoy your youth while you have it," he advised.  "You look 
nice with your hair up," he said quietly.  I realized with pleasure 
that he was quietly flirting with me.

"Do I?" I said innocently, my hands going up to touch my hair and 
slide flirtingly over my neck.  "You think so?"

"It's a nice look," he explained.  He spoke softly, as if he was 
afraid someone would overhear.  "You have pretty ears, and I've never 
seen such a nice braid." Instinctively, I reached up to touch my ears, 
aware now that his eyes were not quite on my face.  There was a sudden 
tension in the kitchen, a sexual tension.

The mood was burst with the arrival of Lucy, who came breezing in.  
"We need to go.  We're really late," she said.  She was now altogether 
and made me feel like a baby in comparison.  Her makeup was heavier 
than I'd seen before, with dark eyeshadow that reminded me of the 80s 
re-runs that  my mom watched (Knots Landing, I think?).  Her glossy 
bobbed hair was pulled back with diamond barrettes, displaying her 
pretty ears.  She was wearing her trademark deep red lipstick, of 
course.

Her dress was no less elegant.  This time it was a sequined cocktail 
dress that was shorter than most I'd seen.  As she moved through the 
kitchen, I could catch glimpses of the wide elastic band that held up 
her stockings.  If her dress was short, her snakeskin heels were high.  
They could have been four inches high, with what looked like a silver 
bullet on the heel.  I thought the overall effect was very sexy, which 
brought a frown to my lips.

"Where's the camera?" she asked, going from drawer to drawer in her 
search.

"I know," Clem said, going to a low console.  He opened the front 
doors, and pulled out a few cookbooks.  Then he pulled out the camera, 
a tiny stainless steel one.  "Here it is."

"Great," she commented.  She turned to me.  "We'll be home quite late, 
I am afraid."

"It's a charity auction," Clem explained.  "Then we're going to 
another couple's house for drinks afterward."

"It's OK," I said, reassuringly.  "I have your cellphone numbers."

After they left, I played with Nikki and Ryan.  I put them to bed 
later than normal, since I knew their parents would get home even 
later.  Exhausted, they fell asleep quickly.  Time for more snooping.

As I suspected, her floral hose were on the drying rack in the 
bathroom.  They were thigh-highs again, and a damp pair of panties 
suggested that she again had gone with the crotchless ensemble.  On 
her vanity, the personal hair trimmer was sitting in its recharging 
dock.  The indicator light showed it was actively charging, leading me 
to believe she had just used it.

'Clem was going to get very lucky tonight,' I thought, wishing it were 
I giving it up.  With a start, I realized anytime that I chose he 
could get lucky.  That thought made me very nervous, because I didn't 
really know what a full-grown man would like.  I was nervous and 
excited too.  I spent the next hours wandering their house, thinking 
over it and sliding my hand into my panties.

About an hour before they made it home, I decided to do something.  I 
peeled off my soaked panties, then sat in the kitchen practicing how 
to give Clem a peek up my skirt.  If he made a move, I wouldn't rebuff 
him.

I was still in the kitchen, eating a bowl of ice cream to calm my 
nerves, when Clem and Lucy came home.  Clem was tipsy, but Lucy was 
drunk.  She was a mess, her barrettes missing and her hair mussed.  
Much of her makeup was smudged, and she had a wetspot on the chest of 
her dress.  She was carrying her shoes.

"Let me get Lucy to bed," Clem said quietly, "then I'll drive you 
home."  He was done quickly, then we went to her Excursion, which was 
sitting outside the garage.  I noticed while getting in that the 
little stainless steel camera was in the middle row of seats.  On the 
way to my house, Clem stopped at a 24-hour grocery store to "get cash 
and some medicine for Lucy".

'Hangover medicine,' I chuckled.  He was gone for a long time, which 
gave me time to remember the camera in the middle seat.   Curious, I 
turned around in my seat, and reached back to get it.  I saw it was a 
Canon Digital Elph, which had a tiny LCD display.  Curious, I turned 
it on and figured out how to look at the pictures they had taken.  I 
thought they would be of guests at the party and I was curious to see 
what their friends looked liked.  I was wrong.

Oh!  My!  God!  They were pictures of Lucy in some very pornographic 
situations.  One showed her kneeling, with a dick in her mouth and one 
in each hand.  None of the guys whose dicks she groped looked like 
Clem.  Then there was a picture of her on her back, her legs over a 
guy's shoulders as he pressed his dick fully into her.  One picture 
was her on her hands and knees, a man pulling her back by her hair as 
his thighs contacted her buttock.  Several pictures and 15-second 
videos that showed dicks spraying her face, with the last in the 
series showing her smiling face covered with three or four loads worth 
of sperm.  It was all totally gross, but fascinating to realize it was 
the elegant Lucy Green I was seeing.

There was another series, of Clem fucking Lucy.  It seemed to pause, 
and there were several of Clem's cock pulling out.  There was a video 
of Lucy's vagina, open and dripping a string of white glue that ended 
at Clem's dick.  He came in her and then pulled out, I realized.  The 
last pictures were of Clem licking Lucy's disgusting gooey vagina.  He 
was cleaning her.  Gross!

I was so caught up in the pictures that I missed Clem walking back to 
the car.  My heart stopped when I heard the doors unlocking.  I spun 
hurriedly to sit facing forward.  In my haste, I forgot to drop the 
Digital Elph.  He opened the door while I sat there unable to move and 
turning bright red.

His eyes flicked over the situation, and I knew he understood what was 
going on.  He sat there in his seat, motionless too.  He was as busted 
as I was, I understood.  I felt a thrill as I realized I had some 
power now too. 

I showed him the glowing LCD screen.  "Lucy has lots of surprises, 
doesn't she?"

"She does," he agreed, swallowing hard.

My heart beating wildly, I made my move.  "So do I," I smiled.  His 
eyes were puzzled, until I leaned across the seat and began to fumble 
with his zipper.  My hands were shaking and unable to work his fly.  
Finally, he did it himself, undoing his pants and pulling both his 
pants and undershorts down.

I just stared at his prick, the first I'd seen in person.  It looked 
angry, so big and reddish purple.  I wasn't sure in that moment if I 
could go through with it.  I felt his hand on the back of my neck, and 
he guided me towards his dick.  I opened my mouth and tasted my first 
cock.

The flavor was not what I expected.  I expected a bitter taste, like 
pee.  Instead, while there was a subtle strange flavor, it was mostly 
like my arm.  It was not unpleasant, but the sensation of having a 
live muscle in my mouth, filling my mouth, was weird.

I didn't really know what to do, but Clem wasn't shy about telling me.  
"Suck me," he groaned.  I pressed my lips around as much dick as I 
could hold, and sucked hard on him.  I was rewarded with another 
groan.  I also tasted a little salty flavor, and pulling off I saw 
that his pee-hole was leaking a clear fluid.  Gently, his hands guided 
me back onto his dick, then he urged me to move up and down.  "Bob," 
he moaned, and I did.

His hands explored my head, touching my hair, caressing my neck.  
Having him fondling my head just added to the thrill.  I was having 
sex for the first time!  I didn't really know what to expect, but 
hearing him groaning and whispering encouragement was sure exciting.  
I had a distinct tingle down in my pussy, which ached to be touched.

Abruptly, he pulled my face off his prick.  Looking at me in the eyes, 
he pulled me into a kiss.  A very forceful french kiss, with his 
tongue diving deep into my mouth.  There was no tentativeness in his 
kiss at all.  It seemed like he was taking control of me.  I hadn't 
really been kissed like this before, and I reveled in his power.  It 
literally took my breath away.   At that moment, I would have done 
anything he asked.

Pulling back to end the kiss, he stared at me in my eyes.  "When I 
cum," he told me, "don't swallow.  Keep it in your mouth and kiss me 
again, OK?"  Oh!  My!  God!  He was planning to orgasm, and in my 
mouth!  I didn't really know what to expect, despite my required 
classes in human biology.  My girlfriends were always talking about 
'so and so', the girl who 'swallows'.  Clem lumped me in with them, 
the girls that swallow.  I should have been shocked, but I was excited 
instead.  I nodded my head, signaling I understood.

He gave me a gentle nudge, and I slid back down to suck at his dick 
again.  I had no idea if I was doing it right, but I sucked him like I 
would a siphon.  He muttered nasty phrases, calling me a little 
"cocksucker" and worse.  That just excited me more, and I found sounds 
coming from deep inside my breast.  I was moaning, even while I was 
the one giving him pleasure!

Suddenly, he gripped my head and began thrusting his hips up.  I 
sucked as best I could, but I was more worried about not biting him.  
He was jamming his fat cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face!  
I somehow knew it was just moments before he erupted into my mouth, 
and I steeled myself for it.  Sure enough, with a grunt he held my 
head still and began to pump man juice into my mouth.

I had understood it was going to be disgusting.  The girls at school 
whispered and giggled about how gross and nasty a man's sperm was.  
They pointed to white glue and boogers as examples of the texture and 
taste.  But the thing is, they never mentioned that it was so hot or 
that it came out with such force.  Clem's sperm literally splashed 
against my tonsils, and I gagged a little.  He kept cumming while I 
struggled to contain it.  Soon, my whole mouth seemed to be filled 
with his sperm.

Suddenly, he pulled me up and I brought my mouth to his.  His tongue 
pried my lips apart, and he began to swirl his tongue in his own 
sperm!  No one had ever told me about this, and I found it exciting as 
hell.  We fought for his sperm, and I decided it was fun.  His flavor 
wasn't so bad, and it was proof I had made him cum.  Me, little ol' 
me, had made this powerful man cum in my mouth.

The kiss wound down, and then he broke it.  As he recovered, I saw 
horror creep into his eyes.  "Oh God!" he exclaimed.  "I've taken 
advantage of you!  I am so sorry!"  Hurriedly, he started the 
Excursion and pulled out of the parking lot we were still in.

I tried to explain that I wanted him to do it, but he just apologized 
all the more.  He obviously felt great regret for what happened, while 
I was thrilled.  I only regretted his attitude.  Eventually, we both 
fell silent until we got to my house.  He handed me the money he owed 
me for babysitting, saying "I am so sorry," yet again.  He watched me 
to my door, made sure I went in, then hightailed it out of there.  I 
watched the taillights disappear, confused at the events of the night.

I removed my makeup, looking at myself in the mirror.  My lipstick was 
smeared, but other than that there was no indication that I was now a 
cocksucker.  I had felt so great about it while doing it, but now I 
felt a little ashamed.  I was a bad girl, and I couldn't go back to 
what I was.  Worse, Clem now would avoid me.  My previous horniness 
had now vanished, and I fell into a deep sleep not dreaming of 
anything in particular.

I sat for the Greens the next weekend, but Lucy was the one who picked 
me up and dropped me off.  Clem avoided me.  I knew why he was doing 
it, out of his own guilt, but it hurt.  I felt used.

My friends asked if I had seen the older guy yet.  They were anxious 
to hear the details, and to share in my joy.  But I lied, saying he 
had cancelled a couple times and that I was probably dumped.  I 
couldn't admit to my closest friends what had happened.  It was too 
hurtful.  I kept thinking about Carol's comment.  I thought about 
confiding in her.  Pain like I felt was meant to be shared.

I knew I was thinking too much about it and that I should just move 
on.  But I wanted to make sure he knew I had wanted it as much as he 
did.  So, I decided to do something radical, next chance I could.

That next weekend presented the first chance.  Clem picked me up right 
after soccer practice because they had an early dinner party.  My 
heart pounding, I decided to take full advantage of this opportunity. 
I got in the second seats, sitting in the middle where he could see 
me.

"Clem," I said, "about that night in the truck--"

"I think we should both just forget about it," he interrupted.

"I think it was wonderful," I said.  I lifted my hips and pulled both 
my shorts and panties off.  I flung my panties over his shoulder into 
his lap.  His eyes went wide in the rearview mirror.  I slid down, and 
parted my knees.  "I think you are wonderful, and I wanted to suck 
you."  I closed my eyes and began to massage my pussy.  I was getting 
wet, excited by talking about it, and by being so daring in rush hour 
traffic.  I used mental telepathy, willing him to adjust his mirror to 
look at me.  "I'll suck you again if I get the chance," I said, "and 
more."  I pulled myself open, shuddering with pleasure as the cool air 
touch my red-hot sex organ.

"Jesus Jenny!" he gasped.  "I'm a married man!"

"You are a sexy man," I said.  "And if you stop it with the guilt, you 
could be a very happy man."  A thought occurred to me.  "You let Lucy 
be with other men.  Why won't you be with me?"

"That's different," he said noncommittally.  "Put your clothes on.  
We're almost at the house, but we'll talk later."

He tossed me my panties, and I just stuffed them in my soccer duffel 
and slid on my soccer shorts.  I spent the three hours they were away, 
playing with the children but obsessed with the feeling of my nylon 
Kappa shorts sliding over my pussy.  I felt so wicked!  Once I had to 
go into the potty to touch myself, to make myself cum.  Then I wiped 
off my dripping crotch with toilet paper.

When Clem drove me home, it was already dark.  As we turned out of his 
street, I wasted no time in leaning over and unzipping his pants.  He 
protested mildly, but stopped when I pulled out his swelling prick.  I 
knew he took the long route to my house as I sucked him off.  I kept 
checking the clock in the radio, and after 15 minutes I sat up as if 
nothing had happened.  He hadn't cum, and he looked desperate.  
'Good,' I thought.

"Jenny," he whined, "are you going to leave me like this?"

"Depends," I said playfully.

"Depends on what?" he asked, his expression suspicious.

"Depends on whether you're gonna return the favor," I said.  I had 
imagined his face at my crotch, licking me as intently as he had 
licked Lucy.

"I can't tonight," he said,  "because Lucy expects me home.  But I 
will, I promise.  Just finish me off and I'll do it soon."

"OK," I agreed, "but I can't wait to feel your mustache on my pussy."  
I blushed, realizing I had just used the word 'pussy' aloud for the 
first time.

Gently, he reached over and guided my face to his crotch.  He stroked 
my neck more as I sucked at him.  His cock got very shiny, and at his 
suggestion to 'use your hand' I jacked him off at the same time.  I 
pulled his cock skin down while I sucked hard at his hard prick.  I 
felt the truck turn up a driveway and stop, and then both hands 
gripped my head, forcing me to bob up and down and take more and more. 
He pressed me down so that his dick jammed against the back of my 
throat.  I felt myself gagging, and my eyes watered as I fought to not 
cough up.

It was all happening at once.  He was pressing me to swallow his dick, 
and I was trying to suck.

"Don't worry about sucking," he growled.  "Just take my cock."  With 
that advice, I just focused on swallowing more of his dick.  I felt 
the pressure on the back of my mouth increasing, and I willed myself 
to relax.  Suddenly, he popped into my throat!  I fought the urge to 
gag and cough as I felt his log press into my esophagus.  Then, I felt 
his zipper on my lips.  I had his entire dick in me!

I was thrilled, but I became increasingly worried about something 
simple: breathing.  His cock was throbbing in my throat, and I felt an 
overpowering need to breathe.  I pushed off him, sputtering slightly, 
then sucked a little bit.  At a nudge from him, I pressed my face back 
down on him, trying to relax and let his prick into my thoat.  Again I 
felt the urge to throw up and gag, but I was rewarded by Clem groaning 
and muttering 'oh yeah' over and over.  With his cock in my throat, I 
swallowed a few times, squeezing his cock.  His 'oh yeahs' because 'oh 
fucks', and I'd have smiled if I could.

I repeated the same thing another time.  Suddenly, his prick swelled 
inside my throat.  Worried, I began to pull off but then I learned why 
it had swelled: he was cumming.  His cum shot into my throat, and then 
splashed at my gag spot.  I lost it, coughing up cum and saliva as I 
pulled off.  Still, he came into my dripping mouth.  Jesus, he came a 
lot!

Unfortunately, he now had a massive wet spot on his pants.  When he 
recovered, he got mad.  "Dammit!  Lucy is gonna fry me!  Couldn't you 
have swallowed or something?"

I was mad too at his lack of appreciation.  "Its pretty fucking hard 
to swallow with a cock in your throat!  Next time give me a little 
fucking warning!"

I was so pissed at his attitude that I hopped out of his truck and 
slammed the door behind me.  I saw I was at the old Burger King, which 
had closed.  I stormed off towards the main road, pissed.  Then I 
turned to walk towards home.

In a minute, he was driving next to me, his lights flashing because he 
was going at walking speed on a state highway.  He begged me to get 
into the Suburban, apologizing over and over.  Slowly, as my anger 
bubbled off, I listened and eventually got back into the truck.  We 
drove in stony silence until I got home.  I didn't even stop to take 
my money, but jumped out and walked briskly inside.

In frustration, I cried into my pillow that night.  I thought my 
budding romance with Clem was over.  I was wrong.

I got a call from Clem the very next afternoon.  "What are you doing 
for Spring Break?" he asked.

"Some girls and I are planning to go to the beach a couple times," I 
replied.

"Could I convince you to intern for me?" he asked.  "At least the days 
you aren't at the beach?"

"What do you mean, intern?" I asked.  I thought the word meant I was 
going to be a doctor or something.

"Sometimes we hire students to work for us, so they can learn what 
engineers do," he explained.  "I have a survey coming up, and could 
use some help with that and then sorting the responses.  Do you know 
how spreadsheets work?"

"You mean like Excel?" I asked.  "Yeah, I do."

"Well, I could use the help," he restated.  Then, dropping his voice 
to a whisper he continued, "and I owe you a payback."

I was thrilled!  "Let me ask my folks," I said.

"It doesn't pay much..."

I didn't care.  I wanted the chance to be with him, and it sure 
sounded like he wanted the same thing.  "That's OK," I told him.  We 
went over the details a little, and then I talked to my parents.  They 
agreed, supportive of me learning something about the 'real world'.

The first part of my internship was exhausting.  Clem hired temps and 
me to ask some questions of passengers who were flying out of Hobby 
airport.  It was a long boring day, handing out survey forms and then 
collecting them.  Some of the temps were nervous about approaching 
strangers, but I found it fun.  Most of the passengers really 
responded to me, and a couple asked me out on a date.  It was a total 
ego boost, but exhausting to be on my feet all day for three days.

My first day in the office was non-eventful.  Clem picked me up and 
drove me to the office.  Then, he, a young pretty coworker, and I 
sorted the survey forms to make sure the answers were intelligible.  
With the coworker in close proximity, there was no chance for us to be 
intimate.  I didn't even flirt or tease him because I didn't want the 
girl to suspect anything was going on.  My mom picked me up to drive 
me home, so I didn't have a chance in his car.

I didn't come in for a few days to give the data entry people time to 
type in the survey responses.  That gave me time to go to the beach 
with my friends.  We went to one of my friend's parent's beach house 
in Galveston.  Two of the girls suggested we try nude sunbathing on 
the decked roof, and we all had fun catching rays.  When we got too 
hot, we went in, then put on our suits to swim in the bay.  That was 
fun, but it was even more fun to tease and flirt with a group of 
surfer dudes.  Back at the house, we talked about them.  It was a 
great couple days to be teen girls alone at a beach house.  I was 
eager to try cocksucking the guys, but I didn't want the bad girl 
reputation, so I didn't.

Before I went back to Clem's office, I spent a considerable amount of 
time getting myself ready.  I shaved myself in the shower, and 
perfumed my private parts.  Then I put on a knee-length dress and racy 
panties.  I put my blonde hair up in a French roll, and I felt 
downright elegant.  I wore shoes that were too high-heeled to be 
comfortable, and just to be fun I wore low bobby socks.  I wanted to 
look like I belonged, but I wanted Clem to want me bad.

He commented on how great I looked when he picked me up.  He turned to 
look at me three times on the short ride to his office.  I could feel 
his eyes on my neck, and I blushed while pretending not to notice.  I 
got nervous, having a feeling that we were going to have sex at his 
office.

I was right, it turned out.

When we got to the office, he went to his desk to check his voicemail.  
As he did, I moved to a spot not visible from outside his office and 
leaned against the wall.  While he watched, I lifted my skirt and put 
a hand in my panties.  He was transfixed, and I knew he wasn't paying 
attention to his phone.  I played with myself for just a few seconds, 
then pulled my panties down slowly.  "I shaved for you," I told him 
softly.  It was awkward to get the damn panties off with my shoes on, 
but I managed to not topple over.  Then, I lowered my skirt and walked 
casually to him.  I handed him my panties, then asked if he wanted 
coffee.  Dumbly, he nodded.

I went and got him a coffee, encountering a couple CAD operators in 
the break room.  They stopped talking and looked at me as I 
approached.  They tried to not stare, but failed.  I flushed a little 
with pleasure, realizing the effect I was having on them.  As I strode 
away, trying to flounce a little without spilling the coffee, I could 
hear them begin to talk about me.  Again, it was a great ego boost.

I caught Clem sniffing my panties when I entered his office.  "Maybe 
you should put those in your desk," I suggested, worried about the 
risk he had taken.  I knew that word of his panty sniffing would 
spread quickly in the office if he were caught.  His eyes were 
slightly glazed, but he snapped out of it and quickly put my panties 
in a desk drawer.

After the initially sexy moment in his office, it was back to the 
surveys.  He took me to an unoccupied office near his, and asked if I 
knew how to do sorts and 'cross-tabs' in Excel.  Sorts I knew, but 
cross-tabs I didn't.  He showed me what he meant, then gave me a list 
of data he'd like me to get.  He stayed long enough to make sure I was 
doing it right, and what to do with the results when I was done, then 
excused himself saying he had a conference call to attend.

It was actually fun to figure out what he wanted me to extract from 
the surveys, and how to do it.  I got completely absorbed, and forgot 
about Clem until he re-appeared 45 minutes later to check on my 
progress.  He smiled with satisfaction, and praised me for being so 
smart.  I knew I was pretty and athletic, but no one had claimed I was 
smart.  His praise made me glow!

He had another conference call--he said he spent most of his days on 
conference calls--and so excused himself.  But a few minutes later, a 
little message box popped up on my screen.  "JENNY?  CAN YOU COME AND 
GET ME SOME COFFEE?  THIS CALL IS GOING TO BE TOO LONG!"

I didn't know how he did it, but I went down to his office and he 
beckoned me in.  He had his phone on speaker, and I heard people 
talking about stuff.  Clem pointed emphatically at something on his 
desk.  I didn't know what he meant, and he motioned me for me to stand 
next to him.  Then he pointed at something on his desk, a random 
paper.  He gently, pushed on my lower back, and I realized he wanted 
me to bend over the desk to look carefully at it.  I did, listening to 
the hubbub on the phone and wondering what could be so important.

I felt Clem's hand touch my calf and slide slowly up.  He dog!  He was 
fondling me while on the call.  I studied the random paper, thrilling 
to feel his hand moving up under my skirt.  He cupped my butt, 
squeezing it hard, then sliding down to between my legs.  He pressed 
insistently, and I moved my feet further apart to give him access.

I shivered when his hand touched my pussy.  His fingers slid back and 
forth over my slit, pressing gently into me.  I almost collapsed when 
he touched my clit!  I knew I was getting wet, as his fingers felt 
increasingly slippery.  I wanted so badly for him to stick his finger 
in my hole, but he was teasing me.

He put the phone on mute, and quickly said, "Go get some coffee and 
come back and close the door."  Taking his phone off mute, he 
responded to an inquiry.  Frustrated and excited, I went to get him 
more coffee.  I came back, scalding my hand once with splashed coffee 
because I was in too much a hurry.  Then, I closed his door behind me.

I put the soon-to-be-forgotten coffee down, and stood next to him.  He 
mouthed "lift your skirt" and motioned with his hand when I didn't get 
it right away.  I lifted my skirt, and he immediately placed his hand 
on my juicy pussy.  I had to be very quiet because the phone was still 
on speaker, which added to the excitement.  He massaged my pussy for a 
minute, then brought his fingers to his mouth.  He wore an expression 
of happiness as he sucked my flavor off.

He wet his index finger with saliva and put it on my clit.  The added 
wetness was soothing, and he wriggled his finger over me until I 
thought I would moan.  He wet his finger even more liberally, and slid 
it over my clit, and into my pussy.  It was just his fingertip, but a 
man was fucking me for the first time.  That thought (and the 
pleasurable sensation of him rubbing the base of my clit) sent me over 
the edge.  I bit my knuckle to keep from crying out, but I came all 
over his hand.

When I recovered, I wanted to blow him in gratitude.  Instead though, 
he shooed me out of the office, to return to the computer.  In a 
slight daze, I returned to doing cross-tabs.  In a moment, another 
little box popped up.  This one looked like a chat box.

"WAS THAT GOOD?" Clem asked.  I hoped it was Clem!

"OH YES, VERY GOOD" I typed, pressing SEND.

"IMAGINE HOW GOOD MY TONGUE WILL FEEL," he replied.

"MMMMMMM" I sent back.  I couldn't imagine how nice a wet flexible 
tongue would feel, doing the same thing.

"OR MAYBE MY DICK?" he asked.

Wow!  He was suggesting that he wanted to fuck me.  Oh GOD!  I was 
thoroughly turned on by the idea.

"MAYBE." I answered coyly.  No use letting him know how eager I was.  
I knew he wanted it, but it would be on my terms.

The box disappeared with the words "USER HAS DISCONNECTED".  
Disappointed at the brevity of the exchange, I went back to tabulating 
the data.  Clem left me alone with his subtle promises and the memory 
of the brief encounter until lunchtime.

"Treat you to lunch?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

"I know a good bar-b-cue place a little down the highway," he said, 
and I agreed it sounded good.  Once in the car, he wasted no time.  
"Can you suck me on the way?  I am feeling horny after you came on my 
hand."

"How about we pull your pants down this time?" I snickered.  At the 
exit to his parking garage, he stopped and pulled his pants down to 
his thighs.  I leaned over and tried to extract his sperm with my 
mouth.

He was drooling clear liquid from the tip of his dick.  "Precum," he 
explained.  It was sticky, but not nasty.  I licked it off and then 
took his cock into my mouth.  He stroked my neck again as I bobbed up 
and down on him.  "You have a nice nape," he muttered, fondling it.  I 
began to suspect he had a fetish, and part of me stored that info away 
for analysis later.

He really was hot, because in a few minutes he ejaculated into my 
mouth.  I felt him swell, and this time I was ready for him.  I took a 
quick swallow, feeling his slime go down my throat, then tried to 
capture as much as I could.

When he stopped spurting (and weaving recklessly over the highway!), I 
pulled off and pressed my lips to his.  He swerved again as he felt me 
shoving his cum back into his mouth.  He let loose a deep moan, 
letting me know he liked it.  The freaky bastard loved it.  I did too.  
I went back down and thoroughly removed the rest of the goo from his 
dick.  Then we were at the BBQ joint.  He pulled up his pants and we 
went inside.

It really was good bar-b-cue.  We spent the lunch smiling like fools, 
sharing a sexy secret.  We returned to the office and I finished the 
cross-tabs.  Then, my mom stopped to collect me again on her way home 
from work.  I was hoping something else would happen, but it didn't.

I dreamt that night of him forcing his big cock into my mouth and then 
into my pussy.  I awoke, wondering if it was a premonition.  I 
showered, shaving my crotch and imagining his tongue there. I again 
wore my hair up and a dress that buttoned in front.  I didn't bother 
putting on panties, hoping he would catch my wicked vibes.

But he didn't even seem to notice I was a girl!  He was courteous and 
friendly, didn't act at all like he noticed my overtures.  He didn't 
even seem to mind when he caught me flirting in the break room with 
one of the CAD guys.  I was disappointed, but brightened when he asked 
if I cared for lunch.  I quickly agreed.

I was surprised when he drove into the apartment complex next door.  
Puzzled, I followed up the stairs to an apartment on the second floor.  
He unlocked the door and led me in.

"Nice place," I said, looking about at the tasteful furnishings.

"We keep it for staff who come in from other offices," he explained.  
Abruptly, he turned and roughly pulled me into a deep kiss.  "You are 
driving me crazy!" he whispered, kissing me again.  I could only smile 
at the thought of how he wanted me.  As we kissed, getting hotter, I 
unbuttoned my dress and let it fall to the floor.  He pushed me back a 
little, so he could admire my hard body.  "You are so beautiful," he 
croaked.

I reached up to undo my hair, like I had seen in movies.  I wanted him 
to know I was preparing for sex.  "Don't!" he blurted when he saw what 
I was doing.  He gripped my shoulders and turned me around.  He put 
his arms around me and pressed his face to my neck, kissing and 
licking madly.  Uh huh.  Definite fetish.  His hands found my breasts, 
squeezing them nicely.  One hand dropped to fondle my pussy.  I felt 
his erection pressing into my buttocks.  He was massively hard!

As nice as this all felt, I wanted more.  I turned and dropped to my 
knees like I recalled his wife doing in the photos.  I fumbled with 
his belt and fly, wanting to free his cock.  He helped, and his pants 
dropped to the floor.  I pulled down his underwear, confronting his 
dick.  I sucked him then, responding to his gentle instructions.  I 
loved the feeling of his throbbing muscle, and how I was exciting him.  
At his urging, I took his cock deeply, letting him press against my 
gag spot and then into my throat.  It got easier with practice, and he 
definitely enjoyed it.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he suggested.  That was OK with me, because 
my knees were aching.  He sprawled on the bed, waving his dick back 
and forth suggestively.  I lay down to give myself a good angle at his 
dick, and started sucking again.  I enjoyed teasing him, raking him 
with my teeth, and tickling his cum-hole with my tongue.  It was far 
more relaxed and enjoyable to be together on a bed like adults, 
instead of doing it in a car or an office.

"Just let me cum," he groaned, "and I'll show you how I can use my 
mouth."  I got him wet and jacked him with my hand before trying to 
cram him into my throat.  Although the back of my throat ached, it 
wasn't very hard to take all of him.

"Cum for me," I told him, gasping.  "Cum in my mouth, and I'll make 
you kiss me."  His eyes went wide, filled with lust.  I was only 
partially down on him when he swelled again.  A nice thick string of 
cum splashed into my mouth, and I was able to capture most of it.  
True to my word, I moved up and shared the bounty with him.  He 
growled in pleasure even as his tongue explored in my mouth, seeking 
his own sperm.

"Lay on your back," he told me.  Excitedly, I rolled off him and onto 
my back.  "Put a pillow under your butt," he said.  I did, and he 
gently pushed my thighs wide apart.  "Your pussy is so pretty," he 
murmured.  I should have blushed, having a man talking about my 
privates, but instead of blushing, I gushed.  When he leaned in and 
licked into my pussy, I had to cover my face because it felt so good.

Everything he did felt so good.  He seemed to understand what would 
feel good, and did it perfectly.  I rose towards orgasm, and could 
almost feel myself cum.  When it didn't happen, I looked up to see him 
smiling at me.  The bastard had stopped just when I was ready to cum.  
When I felt my readiness subside, he started again.  He did this 
several times until I was sure I was going to explode.

Then, I felt his finger entering me.  He slowly slid it in until I 
felt like his entire hand was inside.  I knew it was just one finger, 
but I hadn't even had that much inside me.  I expected to bleed, my 
virginity taken, but didn't.  I didn't dwell on that thought, because 
I could feel myself about to orgasm.  His finger started to play over 
some place inside me, and sparks started.  I jerked like I had a 
spasm, but he moved with me.

"Ready to cum?" he taunted.

"Oh, please make me cum," I moaned.  Smiling, he began to lick me 
directly on my clit while wriggling his finger on that spot.  I 
literally saw starts as I exploded in the biggest orgasm ever.  It 
seemed to go on forever, making my entire insides cramp and twist.  
Finally, I felt his finger withdraw and he stopped kissing my clitty.  
The spasms subsided until I was just lying there, gasping.

I felt the bed shift, and then Clem was laying on me.  He kissed me, 
and I couldn't help but feel his cock between us.  He was very hard.  
I swallowed, knowing I was about to lose whatever virginity I had 
left.  As he kissed me, I felt him press against me, wriggling to get 
in.  I tried to calm myself, because he began to squeeze his enormous 
cock inside me.

Of course, he wasn't truly enormous.  The fact is that I was just 
tight.  Nonetheless, it was painful the first time.  I gasped, unsure 
that I could accommodate such a large thing.  I knew that women 
through the ages had, but still....

I felt him stop and begin to pull out.  "Are you all in?" I asked.

"Half way Jenny," I heard him say.  His voice held mirth.  "I was 
afraid I would cum if I went in further.  You feel so good inside."

"Hold still," I said.  "I want all of you in me."

He held still, then began to press further into me.  I gasped, feeling 
myself opened until I was afraid I would tear.  "Let me know if it 
hurts," he said, clearly concerned.  "I will" I agreed, promising 
myself that I wouldn't.

Finally, he was fully into me.  I was thrilled, feeling like I was 
finally a woman.  I pulled his face to mine, kissing him.  As we 
kissed, he began moving inside me.  In and out, so slowly it was 
almost imperceptible.  My body began to respond to him, almost on its 
own.  I found myself wishing he would move more forcefully, and sure 
enough he did.

Clem broke the kiss and began to suckle my aching nipples.  They had 
been hard since we left the office.  Now he practically chewed on 
them, which felt good despite how it sounds.  Little jolts of 
electricity ran from my nipples, a new sensation that I could become 
addicted to.

He kept murmuring about how tight I was, and how wet I was getting.  
Occasionally, he would pull all the way out of me, leaving me feeling 
empty and wanting him back in.  I felt more than the physical pleasure 
of having him rubbing inside me; it was that having him inside made me 
feel complete.

I had no idea if he was good at fucking, but he was good for me.  
After the initial pain, I found myself warming up and getting closer 
to orgasm.  I warned him that I was going to cum soon, and he urged me 
to cum.  "Cum on my dick," he moaned.  He pressed my legs down, then 
put them on his shoulders.  He was able to get really deep inside me, 
pressing his pubes against my cleanly shaven mound.  I never had felt 
so full, and he was rubbing me in just the right way.  How could I not 
cum?

I finally just gave into the feeling and orgasmed.  It felt so good, 
so right to have him inside me when I did.  I could squeeze on 
something.  Gripping his throbbing cock felt so much better than just 
spasming.  My orgasm spread through my entire being, physically and 
emotionally, filling me with bursting lights.  How could 
sex--lovemaking--get any better?

It did.  "Oh FUCK!" he grunted while I was still cumming.  "FUCK! 
FUCK! FUCK!" he said through gritted teeth.  "Sorry baby," he 
apologized, and I wondered what he meant, and then I knew.  He swelled 
as usual, and I thought I felt him splashing inside me.  I don't know 
if I did, but I could tell he was cumming too.  How perfect!  We came 
together!

We came off our peaks together too, and as I returned to an exhausted 
state, I felt my pussy throbbing.  I was totally sore, chaffed and 
stretched.  I hurt a little from my first fucking.  It was totally 
worth it to have cum with his dick inside, and I knew I would get used 
to the 'freshly fucked' feeling, but still....

I waited for him to roll off me, feeling his dick shrinking inside me.  
I waited for him to roll onto his back and ask "was it good for you 
too?"  Or maybe hop out of bed and get all panicky, like I'd heard 
that men did.  What I wasn't ready for was a deep kiss.  A tender, 
loving kiss that made me feel all warm inside.  And I was really not 
ready for what he did right after.

He slid down, and looked at my sore cunt.  Then he began to kiss it!  
He kissed it deeply, wriggling his tongue inside.  It felt wonderful!  
It was so soothing, and yet exciting.  He was licking his cum from me, 
and that was so nasty!  Nasty and hot!  I thought I was worn out, but 
my body and soul responded.  I got aroused much quicker as I listened 
to him moan and make sloppy licking sounds.   He loved it!

"Cum for me," he hissed between sucks on my pussy.  "Squeeze out my 
cum," he instructed.  I tried squeezing, and I heard him moan in 
greater pleasure.  Then I came.  I wasn't clamping down on his cock, 
and I felt my canal constricting.  I could hear his moans and feel 
them as buzzing vibrations.  God, it felt fucking great!

I was still huffing and breathing heavily when he crawled on top of me 
and kissed me.  This time, it was his mouth filled with cum.  He 
shoved it into my mouth, and I took it eagerly.  It was a very 
different taste than his normal cum, and I realized it was because it 
tasted like me too.  That got me really going, because it was so very 
nasty, like a taboo.  I loved it!

"Fuck me," I whispered.  "Fuck me again."  I was so hot.

"No baby," he said, tenderly.  "I'm down for a while yet, and we need 
to get back to the office."

I knew he was making sense, but I wanted more.  I felt like I was just 
getting going.  How many orgasms did I need?  I'd had three, and those 
just felt like a preliminary.  Maybe I was a nymphomaniac, like that 
slut Leesa we all gossiped about in school.  I was glad I'd done it 
with Clem, because word of my orgasmic craving wouldn't get around 
school.  If Chase had been with me, I'd have a badgirl rep now.

We got dressed and made sure we each looked respectable.  It was hard 
to go back to the office and act like nothing had happened.  I kept 
thinking about my first screwing, and my cheeks got tired from 
smiling.

Before my mom picked me up, Clem called me into his office.  It was 
then he burst my bubble, big time.

"Look," he said, "we can't do this again."

"Why?" I asked, immediately feeling used and hurt.  Carol was fucking 
right about not getting involved with married men.

"Because I feel guilty," he said, confirming my thoughts.

"You don't need to feel guilty," I told him.  "I'm not looking for 
anything besides a little action."  Even as I said it, I knew it was a 
lie.  I had feelings for Clem.

"I know.  But it isn't about you, it is about me," he said.  "I am not 
treating Lucy right, cheating on her."

"Fuck Lucy," I said, with more venom than was necessary.  I was hurt.  
"She fucks other guys.  I've seen pictures."

"Shhhhh!" he said, concerned my voice would carry to other offices.  
"We can talk about this tomorrow, but it is different.  She and I are 
together when she is with other guys."

"Whatever!" I said.  They were freaks, and it was my fault for falling 
for a freak.

Thank God my mom showed up then to take me home.  On the way home I 
sat in stony silence, pissed off.  Just when I had felt better than in 
my entire life, Clem took it all away.  Damn!

The next day was to be my last day at the office.  Instead, I had my 
mom call Clem and tell him I was sick.  And I was too.  I was sick of 
his sorry ass.

He called at about 11:00am, and I thought he was going to suggest we 
have lunch again.  I thought he was a damn tom cat, prowling around.  
But instead, he said Lucy was going to take me to lunch.

"She and I had a talk last night," he told me.

"What?"

"I told her I had thought you had feelings for me, and that I was 
finding it hard to ignore your overtures."

"You're blaming me?" I said indignantly.  "You're making me look like 
I am a whore?"

"No, no," he said quickly.  "Look, Lucy is going to pick you up and 
its important to me that she not know we've been together already, 
OK?"

"No, it is not OK if you're making me into a slut," I said.

He was exasperated.  "Give me more credit than that, OK?"  There was a 
pause.  "Just don't let on that we've been together.  If you won't do 
it for me, then do it for Lucy.  I don't want her hurt because I was 
unable to control my freakin' gonads."

That got me.  I liked Lucy, and I didn't want her hurt either.  I 
agreed to not exactly lie, but to not give up information.

Ten minutes later, Lucy called to see if I was still sick.  When I 
told her I was feeling better, she asked if I would have lunch with 
her.  I said yes, and around 12:15 she picked me up.  She looked as 
good as I'd seen her, make up done nicely and not a hair out of place.  
It was a little intimidating.

We went to La Madeline, a french bakery/lunch place.  We sat on the 
patio to enjoy the nice Spring weather.  When they had brought 
raspberry iced tea, Lucy got quickly to her point.

"Jenny, I want to talk to you woman to woman.  Can we do that?  Like 
adults?"

"Sure," I replied.  Even though I was practically grown up, adults 
still wanted to talk to me like I was 10 or something.  It'd be nice 
to have an adult conversation, even though I was worried about what 
she was going to say.

"I know you have been chasing Clem," she said.  Strangely, she didn't 
sound all bitchy or jealous.  She just had stated what she knew.

"Maybe," I allowed cautiously.

"It's OK," she smiled.  "I know Clem is handsome, and I know he must 
be very attractive to a girl like you."

Girl like me?  "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean you are a girl who is just getting sexually mature.  One who 
is interested in the idea of sex, and is curious.  When I was your 
age, I got so curious that I flirted with my dad's friends until one 
of them gave into the temptation."  Her gaze got wistful.  "It was 
wonderful."

"Really?" I said, fascinated.  Intellectually, I knew she had to have 
been young like me, but I mean, come on!  She must be pushing 40.  The 
idea that she was ever virginal seemed crazy.

She smiled.  "Yes, really.  His name was Mr. Jensen--we used formal 
names back then--and he was so mature, and so smart.  I guess he was 
handsome; I thought he was at the time, at least."

"And you seduced him?"

"Oh yeah."  She smiled a very wicked smile.  "He didn't have a chance.  
I was so eager, and I pushed his ego so hard.  Men his age can't 
resist a girl who finds them attractive."  She lost the daydreamy 
smile, and focused on me.  "So, I know how hard it would be for Clem 
to resist you."  She looked at me appraisingly.  "You are very 
attractive, and if you had long enough with Clem, he would cave in 
eventually."

My heart was aching.  Lucy was warning me away from Clem.  "Your 
husband loves you," I said, feeling small.

"I know he does," she said, smiling a little.  She knew she was 
causing me some pain.  I could sense her empathy.  "He is a good man, 
a decent man."

The conversation waned a little as we ate.  It seemed like she was 
thinking about how to broach a difficult subject.  For my part, I was 
trying to not show I was upset.  I had lost my virginity to a married 
man, a man who loved his wife.  I had screwed up royally.  Not only 
had I picked a guy I had no chance with, but I might have fucked up 
his marriage.  I hated feeling selfish, and yet that is what I had 
been.

"Clem and I had a long talk last night," she said, breaking into my 
introspection.

"What about?" I asked, knowing full well that they had talked about 
me.

"We talked about a lot of things," she answered.  Her voice got quiet.  
"He told me he thought you had a crush on him.  More than a crush, he 
was worried you were thinking sexual thoughts about him.  I don't know 
how he came to think that, and I am not sure I want to know.  I trust 
his instincts though."

"Look, I--," I started.

She held up a hand.  "It's OK.  I've been there, remember?"  She 
smiled at me, blushing a little.  "We talked about how he felt," she 
continued, "and he admitted he found you attractive."  It was my turn 
to blush.  "He was feeling guilty and tempted and wanted to come 
clean."

"I see," I said.  I was sure he hadn't come totally clean, and she 
wouldn't know how guilty he should feel.

She was quiet a moment and I saw she was building courage.  "Here's 
the thing," she said finally, struggling.  "It is a conversation we 
have had before, but the last time we were in opposite roles."  She 
looked away, unable to meet my eyes.  "I had a few guys chasing me 
even though I was married and I felt attracted to them.  I felt that 
it was intruding on our marriage, and I wanted to come clean like Clem 
did last night.  We talked a lot about it, and we finally agreed that 
we loved each other enough to survive my having sex with other men.  
We made up some rules, and we have lived by them.  If anything, having 
other men in our lives has made our marriage stronger."

I sat there stunned.  I had known she was having sex with other 
men--I'd seen pictures!--but that is a long way from talking about it 
with your babysitter.  The implication that she was letting me into 
her personal life struck me dumb.

She waited for me to say something, and when I didn't, she went on.  
"I know what you must be thinking, that we are a crazy couple.  But we 
love each other more than you can imagine, and every time we are with 
others, I feel more in love with him.  He is giving me a gift beyond 
compare."  She looked around, then at me for the first time since 
dropping her intimate bombshell.  "Would you mind if we continued this 
somewhere else?"

I exhaled, only then aware that I had been holding my breath.  "Yes!  
I mean 'no, I wouldn't mind.'"

She rummaged in her purse, pulling out her wallet and leaving a few 
bills on the table.  Standing up, she said, "How about we go back to 
the house and talk over tea?"

"That's cool," I said.

On the drive back to their house, Lucy and I were quiet.  We got to 
their home, and I realized the kids were missing.  They were on Spring 
Break too, or should have been.  "Where's Nikki and Ryan?" I asked.

"They went to their grandparents' in Cleveland for Spring Break," she 
said.  "They get back Sunday afternoon."  She busied herself making 
herbal tea while I watched.  I thought again about how sexy she was, 
putting myself in Clem's shoes.  He wouldn't want lose a woman like 
Lucy.  He might never find another.  Then I felt a little self-
reproach, because I knew he didn't love her just because she was sexy.  
She was nice too, and I disliked feeling I had become a wedge between 
them.

"Want to sit on the coach?" she asked, handing me a mug of tea, 
leading the way into the living room.  "I hope you like it; it's 
ginseng.  It gives you energy."

I sipped a little.  "It's pretty good," I said.

She dropped the formality then and got to the point.  "I was saying 
that Clem has given me a gift, even though we have set rules for it."  
I nodded.  "He let's me enjoy other men, but our rule is that I don't 
do it behind his back.  So far, he has been present whenever I get 
fucked."

My eyes went wide, not so much because the concept was so wild 
(although it was), but because the elegant lady had said a very dirty 
word.  Saying 'fuck' hadn't seemed nasty to me before, but using it to 
describe an actual activity seemed very dirty.  It was like I finally 
saw through the real woman behind the glamorous outside.  "Mrs. 
Green!" I blurted, flushing.  Unconsciously, I reverted back to being 
more formal, wanting her safely back up on a pedestal.

She backed off a little, "I know it must be a bit surprising," she 
said coolly, sipping her tea.  "Are you uncomfortable talking about 
this?"

"No," I answered.  "I was surprised, but I am also very curious," I 
admitted.  "What does he do while you are with other men?"

"Now Jenny," she said a bit admonishingly, "you are practically a 
grown woman.  You know there is a time for everything.  It is OK to 
say 'fuck' when talking about sex with friends.  I am not 'with' other 
men; I fuck them.  Allright?"

My cheeks went red.  I guessed that talking dirty must be part of the 
charm of sex for Lucy, and I felt juvenile to not do it too.  But 
really, I was with an elder!  It felt weird to say dirty words to her.  
However, she had made it plain I was to do so.

"OK.  What does he do when you fuck other guys?"

She smiled, her eyes flashing excitedly.  She had made me say 'fuck' 
and she enjoyed the small victory.  "Mostly he watches.  He takes 
pictures or videos.  Sometimes he participates."

"Participates?  In what way?" I asked, taking cover via a sip of tea.

"In every way, dear," she smiled.

I about choked on my tea.  "What do you mean, 'every' way?"  I wasn't 
sure I understood.

"Come on now," she laughed.  "You know that men can have sex with 
men?"  I paled.  Oh God!  She saw my reaction, and enjoyed it.  "I see 
that you know what I mean."

"He does that?" I asked, incredulous.  "He seems so normal!" I 
blurted.  My head swam.

"Jenny, he is normal," she said soothingly.  "The first few times I 
begged him to be with a man, and he did it reluctantly, as a gift to 
me.  I love him for that."

"You like him with men?" I asked, knowing we were getting sidetracked, 
but intensely curious.

"Yes," she stated.  "It seems so taboo, and they do it so differently 
than when they are with me.  They are pure animals, driven by lust."  
She sipped her tea again, then looked at me with dancing eyes.  "And 
knowing he is doing it for my sake is absolutely thrilling."

I could only imagine the dynamics taking place.  My mind tried to 
picture it, the gentile Mister and Missus Green sexing a man together.  
Lucy watching her husband with another man, and Clem watching her 
likewise.  They must really mix it up.  But there was a combination 
she hadn't mentioned....

"Lucy," I said, almost afraid to ask, "can I ask you a personal 
question?"

She laughed hard.  "Don't you think you can, given what we've been 
talking about?"

I laughed too.  She had a point!  "OK, then, are you with other women?  
Sometimes I think that'd be more natural than guys together."

She smiled and looked me in the eye.  "Yes, I enjoy other women," she 
said.  I blushed, getting the impression that I would be a woman she'd 
enjoy.  "And in fact, Clem loves to watch me with women."

"OK," I said, hoping to dismiss what I now thought was a dangerous 
subject.

She didn't want to leave the subject though.  I think she enjoyed my 
discomfort.  "Look, Clem and I have decided we will enjoy the 
pleasures we can find.  He has given me the gift of sexual freedom, 
and has given me the gift of letting me watch him have sex with men.  
He does that reluctantly, although I know he likes it physically when 
he is doing it.  In return, I have sex with women for his sake."  She 
giggled.  "My sake too."

I wanted to change the subject, and yet I didn't.  I knew I could 
probably ask her another day for specifics, so I decided to move on 
(if I could get her to).  "So, what, you guys go out and pick up 
people at bars, or what?"

Thankfully, she wanted to talk about that too.  "At first we did.  
We'd go to a standard bar and I'd pick up men with Clem's approval.  
Then we'd go back and he'd watch us have sex."  She smiled wistfully 
at the memory.  "But that was pretty risky, with AIDS and all the 
rough guys out there.  So we started going to sex clubs, where we 
could meet other couples and singles who are safe."

"There's clubs like this in Houston?" I asked, surprised.  Houston is 
in the Bible Belt, after all.

"There's several in fact," she said.  "We don't go there much anymore, 
though.  Nowadays, we have our friends and we meet with them every so 
often."  Now she smiled wickedly.  "And the fact is that we like the 
challenge of seducing people we know, and corrupting them."

"I don't think it would be too hard to find guys who'd want to fuck 
you," I said honestly.  "I bet it's the dream of every guy you know."

"Well, thank you for the compliment," she said with pleasure.  "You 
are right, but that's not the challenge.  We don't want to get single 
guys or break up marriages.  We want to play with couples, and that is 
more challenging."

"I bet.  I bet wives have a hard time letting their husbands screw 
you.  I bet they get pretty jealous."

"Yes, that's true.  So I usually have to work the wife first, to get 
her used to the idea.  After she is convinced, or at least willing, 
then Clem will bring it up to him.  We let them talk it over, and we 
always respect their decisions."

"Anyone ever regret their decision?" I asked.

"Well, one couple couldn't handle the feelings, and eventually 
divorced," she said, sounding regretful.  "Clem and I got doubly 
cautious after that."

"I see," I said.  The conversation lagged, as if it had run its 
course.  I finished my tea, expecting the discussion was coming to an 
end.  "The tea was good, thanks."  I stood and took my cup into the 
kitchen, then returned.

She remained sitting, and I thought she was evaluating me and coming 
to a decision.  I got a little worried.

"Jenny, there is one more thing I want to talk about," she said.  I 
sat down.  "I started today by mentioning that Clem and I had talked 
last night about his attraction to you, and yours to him."

"Oh.  Right."  I said.  I had been sure she was preparing me to be 
ditched, but after the last hour's talk I wasn't sure.

"Now you know we play around with other people, but we do it 
together."  I nodded.  "So, I must ask you to not tempt Clem any more.  
Please don't do that if you can.  You are young and very sexy, so you 
will be tempting enough without even trying.  But, please, don't try 
to seduce my husband."

I blushed, feeling intensely guilty.  "OK.  I won't."

"Now, you know that Clem and I got into this lifestyle because he gave 
me a very special gift," she went on.  "He has kept giving me gifts 
and I love him more than I could ever tell him.  I do little things to 
please him, like wearing my hair how he likes, and dressing in a way 
that arouses him, but I've never paid him back with a big gift.  So, 
now I want to return the gift to him."

"I'm confused," I admitted.  Where was she going with this?

"He has never before expressed an interest in any woman, like he has 
in you."

"Wow!" I said, feeling my heart stop.  I was special!  "Really?"

Lucy laughed again.  "Don't be so surprised.  I have been telling you 
that you are attractive, haven't I?"

"It's just that he has seen so many women," I replied.  I knew I 
sounded like a giddy schoolgirl, but I was a giddy schoolgirl dammit!

"I know, but I always knew somehow that all he really wanted was me.  
That made the gift more special, knowing that he enjoyed the physical 
pleasure of other women, but that he loved and craved me."

"God, you are so lucky!" I told her.  "I hope someday I can have a man 
like Clem."

She giggled unexpectedly.  "That's what I have been trying to say.  I 
want to give Clem a special gift.  I want to give him you."

I was dumbfounded.  "What?"

"I want you to have a man like Clem, on loan, for your first time," 
she smiled.  "And it will be my gift to him."

"You can't be serious," I said, unwilling to believe my ears.

"I am serious," she said, getting up to cross over to the coach and 
sitting next to me.  "I am very serious.  I want Clem to be your 
first, and I fully expect he will set a high standard for you.  It's a 
gift for him, and also for you.  I want you to have high standards in 
men, and Clem is near the top."  She stroked my cheek.  "Will you 
consider it?"

"Will you be there?" I asked.  That seemed a little weird.

"Yes," she replied evenly.  "I told you we only play together.  And 
honestly, it will be more exciting for Clem that way."  She stroked my 
cheek again, and I sensed a little sexual energy there. "And really, 
if you are going to learn about sex from us, you ought to learn 
everything about sex."  My pussy had been at different degrees of 
wetness ever since lunch began, and now it soaked my panties.  Her 
touch felt good, very good, and I felt the implications of her words 
in her fingertips.

"Will you do it?" she asked, knowing I had gone past considering it 
and was now deciding.  Her eyes fixed on mine, and I felt captivated.

I thought about the implications.  I would be with Clem, this time 
with her blessing.  I could only guess how liberating that would be 
for Clem, and how good the sex would be when it was free from guilt.  
For my part, I would be with the man I thought I loved, with her 
blessing.  It wouldn't be just sex, it would be lovemaking.  The hard 
thing is that she would be there.  She and I would probably have sex 
too, and I didn't know how I felt about that.  She was right though; 
it made sense to at least try everything before I decided I didn't 
like it.  And her fingers did feel good.  I sensed she would bring me 
a lot of pleasure. I didn't see a downside to saying yes.

"Yes," I said.  Actually, it was more like a hoarse whisper.

"Good," she smiled.  She leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the 
lips.  It wasn't too gentle, mind you, but it implied it could be a 
lot hotter.  I was tempted to try to get her to play, right then and 
there.

Instead, we discussed arrangements.  It was like we were planning a 
bridal shower, it was so matter-of-fact.  I had a soccer game the next 
afternoon, and Lucy would bring Clem along to watch.  Then, she would 
suggest we have dinner, as a sort of thank-you for being a good 
babysitter and for being so understanding.  She was sure Clem would 
agree and I knew my parents wouldn't object.  Lucy and Clem would 
drive me back to their house and we'd have a nice dinner and surprise 
Clem.

After we finished plotting, Lucy drove me home.  I spent the next hour 
masturbating madly.  I fell asleep that night touching myself, and 
woke the next morning touching myself.  I was very excited.

We won the soccer game, and I was glad Clem was there for me to smile 
at while I played.  It was like having my boyfriend there.  But it was 
more than that, because I knew what was coming.  Lucy suggested they 
treat me to dinner and Clem and my parents OK'd it as planned.  I went 
home with the Greens, becoming aware of how much I stank.  Lucy 
suggested I shower in their master bath, and let me borrow a t-shirt 
dress and t-back panties.  She helped me put on some makeup, a milder 
form of what Clem liked, and let me put on some of her perfume.  Lucy 
was wearing a navy cotton dress that had large white buttons in the 
front and white piping on the hem and sleeves.

Lucy helped me do my hair, commenting on how nice my honey blonde 
tresses were.  I wore it up again, held by chopsticks, with a little 
tendril suggestively caressing my cheek.  As she brushed and rolled my 
hair, I commented on how much I liked her style.  While I showered, 
she had fixed it with pomade or something that made her bob shiny and 
smooth.

"I wear it like this for Clem," she confided.  She reached to touch 
her neck.  "He has this thing for napes," she giggled.  "They turn him 
on."  I was reminded about her comment on how she pleased him in small 
ways, like wearing her hair like he wants.  I recalled him kissing her 
neck, and touching mine.  Napes were very sensuous, but I knew it went 
beyond that for him.

Now ready, we went downstairs to see that Clem was watching Scottish 
soccer on the TV (Celtic was winning the league title, blowing out 
Livingston).  "I thought I ought to learn something about what you 
play," he smiled at me.  "Plus, I figure Ryan will start playing 
soon."  He sipped a glass of wine, switching the sound to light jazz.

"What about Nikki?" Lucy scolded sitting on his lap and taking his 
glass from him.

"She's younger," he replied, sounding hurt that she would suggest he 
was a chauvinist.  "She can play soccer if she wants."

Lucy laughed.  "God, you are so touchy!" she giggled.  "Go start the 
grill."

Obediently, he did while Lucy and I got steaks ready.  I wondered if 
he would pick up on the fact that Lucy had bought three thick steaks, 
as if anticipating me coming to dinner.  He didn't.  Lucy and I made a 
salad while he cooked the steaks to perfection.  She poured me a glass 
of wine, "One, with dinner," she said.

While the food was delicious, I was really nervous and didn't have 
much appetite.  The conversation was light, about my plans for 
continued schooling and how they would miss me when I went away.  
After dinner, we retired to the living room to drink coffee.  It felt 
like an adult dinner party, especially when Lucy added a bit of 
Bailey's to our coffees.  "Shhhh, now don't tell your folks we are 
corrupting you," she said playfully.  Clem's expression betrayed no 
hint that he knew we were about to spring a very corrupting surprise 
on him.

Clem sat in his favorite chair, leaving the couch to Lucy and me as we 
talked.  It was perfect, and the Bailey's kept my nerves at bay.  I 
was very nervous, waiting for the moment to arrive.

The light jazz channel began to play a sultry song, "Smooth Operator" 
by Sade.  Lucy hopped up and began swaying to the music.  "I love this 
song," she enthused.  "Dance with me."  She said this to me, not Clem, 
and held out her hand to help me up.  Fuck!  It was time!

After I stood, she went to the dimmer and turned the lights down low.  
Then, in the murky half-light, she put her arms around me and guided 
me in a dance.  Like most girls I knew, I had danced with girls.  Boys 
my age could be such jerks, refusing to dance even though they know we 
girls like it.  So I had experience dancing with girls, but none so 
erotic as Lucy.  It just felt different, arousing, sensual.  I glanced 
at Clem, and saw him shift in his chair, watching intently.  I knew he 
was getting turned on.

Time to push some of his buttons.  Lucy looked deep into my eyes, her 
hands mostly on my hips, but also lightly on my butt and my back.  I 
tingled a little, my pussy getting damp.  I knew Clem would get hot at 
the sight of two women doing more than dancing, but I wanted him very 
hot.  I reached up and traced my fingers over her nape, knowing he 
would wish they were his fingers.  My fingers ran lightly over the 
bristly down of her nape, and I enjoyed the tactile feeling.  I felt 
her shiver a little, and she smiled a secret smile.  But my fingers 
also had a side effect; she had been 'trained' to lean in and kiss 
when her neck was rubbed in an embrace.  She did so now, to my 
wonderment and excitement.

Her lips brushed mine, her eyes closed.  We lightly rubbed lips and 
then her lips parted.  Mine too, and I let her tongue into my mouth.  
I forgot I was kissing a girl for the first time, really kissing, and 
just enjoyed it.  It was so different than the power struggle kissing 
a boy entails, not involving the submissive feeling of giving in to 
his advances.  Instead, it was about expressing feeling and shared 
excitement.  It was mutual, not lop-sided.  I like giving into being 
kissed, but a more mutual kiss was even better.

The song changed, but I barely noticed.  I was concentrating on The 
Kiss, and on what else Lucy was doing.  She was slowly lifting my 
dress to reveal the sexy thong panties I was wearing.  It was my turn 
to shiver when her fingers touched the skin of my twin hemispheres, 
lightly tracing circles.  I thought I could feel Clem's eyes on my ass 
too, especially when she pulled my panties down and I stepped out of 
them.  I'd never felt particularly outgoing, but putting on a sexy 
show was proving to be very arousing.

Still stroking her nape, which I enjoyed myself, I dropped my lips to 
kiss her neck.  My other hand, I moved to her bottom, and I began 
tugging her dress up as we danced.  I found the lower hem, and pulled 
it up so that my hand could touch her flesh.  I was unsurprised to 
learn she wasn't wearing panties, but it was exciting to feel her 
gooseflesh under my fingers.  Our deep kisses kept us from moaning, 
but I knew we wanted to!

Eventually we moved to the couch, although I am honestly not sure how 
long we kissed.  Clem came over and joined us, so that I was 
sandwiched between him and Lucy.  "Are you sure honey?" he asked Lucy, 
and for an answer she smiled and kissed him for quite some time.  Then 
she reached down and began to tug my dress up.  There was no doubt 
now, she was letting him--them--have sex with me.

Clem helped her pull my dress off, Lucy making sure they didn't 
dislodge the chopsticks holding my hair up.  I trembled slightly, nude 
before them.  Clem turned my face to his, and kissed me gently.  Then, 
in that male way, he took control of the kiss, penetrating my mouth 
with his tongue.  I was his, willingly.  I heard Lucy murmur about how 
pretty my breasts were, and then her mouth was on my nipples.  I 
didn't think they could get harder, but Lucy taught me I was wrong.  
My nips ached wonderfully, teased to a stiffness I had never 
experienced before.  I knew I was moaning into Clem's mouth as he 
plumbed my depths.

Clem's hand traveled down over my stomach, and then urged my legs 
apart.  With a muffled groan, I felt his fingers find my clit, 
pressing it and rubbing it.  Then, Lucy's fingers were there too, 
slender and strong and knowing.  It was her fingers that dipped 
between my little lips, making me arch my back and want to be 
penetrated.  But that wasn't her agenda, so she pulled them away and 
wet my clit with my honey.  As Clem circled my now-slippery bud, she 
broke the kiss Clem and I had and fed me her fingers.  She watched me 
as I eagerly cleaned my fluids from her hand.

"You guys are driving me crazy," I panted, wanting more and faster 
sex.

"Just enjoy the build-up," Clem advised, moving his mouth to my 
breast.  Clem worked my left while Lucy suckled my right.  Their 
techniques were different, but both were pleasurable.  Clem focused on 
my nipple, while Lucy seemed to please my entire breast.  Clem's mouth 
sent little jolts of electricity, while Lucy's made me want more, much 
more.  It was Lucy who gave me more.

"Do you want me to get her ready to be fucked?" she asked Clem, 
licking my areola like a ice-cream cone.  Her dirty language thrilled 
me.

"Yeah, babe," he said, "do it before I cream my pants."  I could hear 
the urgency in his voice.

"Mmmm, if you say so," she smiled.  She stepped off the couch, and we 
watched her unbutton her dress.  She was completely comfortable when 
her dress fell to the floor, like it was no big deal.  Her body was 
magnificent, creamy smooth and firm despite giving birth to two kids.  
Her breasts were large, with half-dollar-sized areolae and thimble-
sized nipples.  As I suspected, she had a perfectly groomed patch of 
pubic hair, with hairless lips hanging below.

Watching me watch her, she put one knee on the couch, leaning over me.  
Her hand found mine and guided it between her legs, her fingers 
pressing mine into her wet spot.  My hand got soaked instantly, and 
then she guided it up to my mouth.  As I cleaned her musky flavor, 
tasting a woman for the first time, she told Clem that she looked 
forward to me eating her.  I shivered, aroused at the thought.

Lucy moved up, gave me a hot kiss, then slid her nude body down mine 
while maintaining eye contact.  I held my breath as she urged my legs 
apart.  Delicately, she touched the tip of her tongue to my pussy.  I 
gasped, sucking wind at the sudden rush of pleasure.  It was like a 
jolt of electricity shot through my entire body.  As she slid her 
tongue into me, I couldn't stop shaking.  It was intense!

Clem watched his wife for some time, ignoring me.  He obviously was 
turned on by her pleasing a woman and by my reaction to it.  He kept 
muttering "that is so fucking sexy" over and over.  It was fucking 
sexy, the glamorous and beautiful model eating out another girl... me!  

I felt myself rising to orgasm, both by expert Lucy's attention and 
the hot situation.  I warned her I was about to cum, and she told me 
it was OK, that there were plenty more to be had that night.  I was 
right on the verge when she wrapped her lips around my clit, sucking 
and pulling.  I felt myself cumming then, and I expelled a sudden 
squirt of juices.  It would have been embarrassing had I cared, and 
had Lucy not started moaning as she lapped it up.

Clem was unable to merely watch any longer.  He stood up and hurriedly 
undressed.  In no time he was standing there waiting for his beautiful 
dick to be serviced.  Lucy was clearly waiting for me to do it, so I 
fought myself upright, then leaned over to be within reach of his 
prick.  He stepped up to bat, and I took him in my mouth.  I wet his 
shaft, and took most of him in my mouth, sucking at him.  I wasn't an 
expert (yet) at blowjobs, but he was groaning pretty hard.  His hands 
found my neck, stroking my nape and urging me to bob.  He was emitting 
salty precum, and I wondered how long he could last.

I noticed Lucy was not visible, and spit him out to look.  She was 
kneeling behind him, licking his asshole.  I slid a hand between his 
legs, over his balls, and to his backside.  It was slick, and Lucy 
pinched my middle finger, guiding it up.  His hole was wet with 
saliva, and she pushed my finger in to the knuckle.  I was finger 
fucking him I realized with a start.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that," he moaned.  I believed him; 
his legs were quivering.

"Don't do that," I implored, "make me a woman."  I added that last bit 
for Lucy's benefit.  It wouldn't be nice to have her find out Clem and 
I already were lovers.

"OK, lean back," Clem said.  Lucy got up and came to sit down on the 
couch next to me.  Clem lifted my legs, and pulled my ankles far 
apart.  Then he squatted, and carefully put his head at my opening.  I 
closed my eyes, as if fearing the pain.  Lucy held my head 
comfortingly, and Clem began to push slowly in while I faked pain.  He 
worked in about half his cock, an half-inch at a time, then reported 
"You aren't bleeding, but you are damn tight."

Lucy instructed Clem to pull out, and she slobbered all over his 
shaft.  She spit into my hole (ick!) then guided Clem back in.  The 
moisture really did help, and he eased himself into me until he was 
pressing his pubes against my labia.

Lucy got down into the midst of it, at first watching his cock slide 
slowly in and out.  Then she began to kiss my clit.  Her final help 
was to grab Clem's nuts by the base and to guide his stroking motion.  
"Don't cum too soon," she told him.  "Make her orgasm first."  I later 
learned that by pulling his sack, she was holding off his blowing cum 
into me.

Actually, I was very well primed.  It didn't take long at all for me 
to cum, especially with Lucy's tongue helping.  It just felt so good, 
so perfect for him to be rubbing my insides.  It was like I was born 
to be fucked, it felt so good.

My orgasm foiled Lucy's attempt to hold off Clem's.  As I thrashed 
about, trying to get more contact with his cock and trying to bear 
down on it, I heard him grunt.  "Cum baby," Lucy cooed, and I thought 
I felt his cock squirting inside me.  He kept fucking me too, slopping 
up my insides.  He kept going for a minute or so, and then he was 
done.

He pulled out, and Lucy slid down to keep his cock close.  I heard her 
moan as she began cleaning his cum-covered prick.  But I didn't listen 
for long, because he was beginning to tongue my flowing hole.  It felt 
wonderful, having him cleaning my steaming pussy.  It was like a 
gentle massage, slathering over my aching pussy.  He kept at it, 
moaning, until there was no more creampie to be had.  Then, I guided 
him up so that I could kiss his cum-eating mouth.  Wow!  I felt so 
happy!

It was then that I realized Lucy had not yet been satisfied.  I wasn't 
sure I was ready to try, but I decided it was only fair.  She had 
given me such pleasure and I wanted to do the same for her.

"Lucy," I said, "can we go to bed?"

She smiled.  "Sure Jenny."  She took my hand and we went upstairs.  
Clem followed but he looked pretty tired.  We went to their master 
bedroom, and Lucy and I sat on the end of her bed.  I cupped her face, 
and pulled her into a kiss.  I took it slow, my heart pounding as I 
realized I was going to try my first lesbian experience.

We lay down, side by side, still kissing.  Then, I willed myself to 
move down, to confront her pussy.  She parted her legs as I got into 
position at the base of the bed.  I stared for a long moment at her 
sex, marveling at how pretty it was.  It looked like a butterfly, 
drying its wings after it emerged from the chrysalis.  Her large lips 
were a vivid pink, healthy and full of life.  Her entire sex was wet 
with her vaginal secretions, pungent and musky.  "This is what my 
pussy will look like after a lifetime of fucking," I thought.

Taking a breath of air, I leaned in and pressed my tongue between the 
folds of her labia.  It was hot and sticky, nearly steaming.  The 
taste after fingering her was like a shadow of the strong flavor I now 
was eating.  The wetness and the heat coming off were very different 
than giving a blowjob, and yet having her react to my motion was 
similar.  She flinched when I touched her just right, and once she 
jerked spasmodically.

"Damn girl," she sighed and giggled, "you do this like a pro!"

"I'm just exploring," I replied.  There was no rush, and I took my 
time learning what she liked.  She liked having me slide a finger in, 
and she liked having me pinch her clit with my lips.  She especially 
liked when I pulled back the skin covering her clit, and then tongued 
her until she was sloppy wet.  But she couldn't take too much of that 
before she whispered for me to return to her hole.

As I looked at her fuckhole, I began to imagine how it would look 
after being screwed.  I pictured myself licking out Clem's tasty cum... 
I wondered what that would be like mixed with Lucy's juices.  I began 
to obsess over it, even as she approached orgasm.  Then I had to focus 
on getting her off, and I sucked her clit lightly as I fingered her.  
She came, nearly crushing my fingers.  I lapped the large discharge of 
her juices, deciding that pussy eating was fun.  It was instant 
feedback that I understood.

I sat up, wiping off pussy juice from my chin.  I looked at Clem, who 
was sporting another erection.  "That was too much," he grinned.

Lucy looked out of it for the moment, so I decided to make use of his 
erection myself.  "Lay on your back," I commanded.  He did, grinning 
madly.  I straddled him, and pointed his cock up towards the ceiling.  
Then I mounted him, slowly impaling myself on his veined member.  The 
feeling was totally different from when he fucked me, rubbing 
different places inside me.  When I pressed my cunt onto his boner's 
base, I felt spread open because my muscles were being used to support 
me.

The thing I liked was that I was totally in control.  I stopped when I 
wanted, and kissed him.  I lifted up a little or a lot, my choice.  I 
slid back and forth, rubbing my clitty or up and down, feeling my 
vagina expand and contract.  I stopped completely, and just tried 
squeezing him with my pussy.  He liked that, a lot.  He warned me he 
was going to cum soon, and so I pulled off him and slid forward to let 
him lick my sopping pussy until I came.  When I did, I felt like I was 
squeezing an orange because juices just poured out of my stretched 
hole.  Then I moved back to hump him again, leaning forward to kiss 
away my eau du pussy.

Lucy had been watching for some time, and when I began kissing Clem 
she moved over to join in.  "How do you like fucking two girls?" she 
asked Clem.  "Is it what you expected?"

"MMmmmm, it is better than I dreamed," he smiled.  "Its like I am in 
heaven!"

"Me too," I agreed.  "Thank you for such a nice gift."  Lucy smiled 
and pulled my lips to hers.  It felt so nice and wonderful, Clem's 
cock buried to the hilt in my pussy and kissing Lucy.  There was none 
of the guilt I realized now I felt when Clem and I had been together.  
It was all above-board, all consensual, all giving.

"Move over," Lucy told Clem.  He had been resting his head on a 
pillow, and she wanted him flat.  When he was on his back, she knelt 
astride his head, facing me.  Her eyes closed and she got a look of 
satisfaction as Clem ran his tongue along her trough.  I thought about 
how juicy she must be, and what it would feel like to be trapped 
between her thighs.  The thought sent a thrill of excitement through 
me, and I slowly fucked Clem while I rubbed my clit like mad.  My 
orgasms were coming easier now, like a dam had been released.  It was 
so very satisfying to have him in me as I came.

Lucy had opened her eyes while I came.  Now, she leaned forward and we 
kissed.  Kissing her no longer was at all strange.  It was sexy and 
seemed natural.  We smiled at each other and played with each other's 
tits.

"Turn around," she instructed.  I did, realizing as I slid Clem into 
me that this was yet another new position.  He rubbed against that 
internal spot in me, and I felt a jolt as he bumped along.  "Lean back 
a little," Lucy told me.  I did, feeling her hands wrapping around me 
to play with my nipples, and milking my breasts.  She gripped my 
nipples hard, pulling them up and out.  I groaned, feeling the pain as 
my nipples stretched.

"Rub yourself," she advised.  "It feels good."  I did, and I also felt 
her mouth move to my neck, where she licked and nibbled the base of my 
spine.  All this was sending mixed messages of pleasure and pain to my 
little ol' brain.  I found myself sliding up and down Clem's muscle, 
bumping that spot over and over.  My nipples no longer hurt, but each 
pinch sent sparks through me!  She released one nipple just long 
enough to turn my head so that she could french my ear.  "MMmmmm, you 
have nice ears," she said in that hot musical voice of hers.  "I think 
that's another reason why Clem likes my hair shorter, so he has access 
to my ears, to do this."  She slid her tongue over my ear, biting my 
lobe occasionally.

She was playing me so well that Clem was almost just an accessory, 
something that filled my cunt.  It was Lucy who hit nerve endings I 
didn't realize were sexual, and who drove me over the edge.  As I 
began to cum, she urged me to "Yell; Let it out."  I knew the house 
was empty, and I let loose with a wild yell that seemed to yank 
something primordial from me.  At the least, it left me a quivering 
mass of muscles, woozy and needing Lucy's help to avoid collapsing 
completely.

Gently, she helped me lay on the bed panting.  When I recovered my 
senses, I realized she had taken my place on top of Clem, riding him 
with gusto.  She had her hands on his shoulders, and was humping up 
and down him with almost full strokes.  I watched until my batteries 
recharged.

Then, it was my turn to help her out.  I sat on Clem's knees, rubbing 
and tickling her back.  I slid my hands up, caressing her nape with my 
nails.  Then I leaned over her and began licking and sucking it in 
imitation of what she had done to me.  My hands reached under and I 
milked her pendulous breasts.  Her breath grew ragged, especially when 
I paid her back in kind for abusing my nipples.  She moaned loudly 
when I turned her head like she had turned mine, kissing the inside of 
her ear and nibbling on her lobes and neck.

Feeling delightfully evil, I moved to the side, wet my finger, and 
trailed it down her spine to her buttocks while still kissing her ear.  
Wetting my finger again, I circled it around her asshole, then slid it 
in.  I pumped a couple times, then she came accompanied by much 
huffing and puffing.  Clem desperately held on while she throbbed 
around his cock.

Unlike me, though, she was able to cope with her orgasm.  "That was 
nice baby," she smiled.  Pulling off Clem, she got on her hands and 
knees, shaking her tush to tempt him to play.  As he struggled to get 
in position, she told me to lay on my back in a 69.  I had heard the 
term, but wasn't sure what it meant.  "Just lay on your back with your 
head between my legs.  See?  We can do each other this way."

I slid adroitly into position, looking up at her freshly fucked pussy.  
Even as I watched, Clem positioned his cock between her hanging lips 
and pushed in.  I watched her cunt gripping at his muscle, amazed that 
I was seeing what I was seeing.  I mean, come on!  Two months ago, I 
thought Lucy was the most benign and aristocratic creature on earth, 
and now I was watching a cock getting shoved in and out of her!

More amazing yet, she was pushing with her hands for me to spread my 
legs.  Her tongue snaked out over my pussy, making me tingle.  I put 
my arms around her hips, and hauled myself up so I could suck at her 
clit.  It was hard to concentrate, really, with the with her pussy 
slurping wetly right in front of me and with her mouth slurping wetly 
at my own pussy.

Clem stopped and the bed shifted.  I could tell from the kisses and 
mutual groans that he was back to indulging his kinky love of her 
nape.  I pushed at his hips to get him out of Lucy, and slid his cock 
into my mouth.  It was steaming from being in her pussy, and it was 
slimy and Lucy-flavored.  I loved it!  I sucked him like a calf 
nursing at an udder, feeling him tremble in anticipation.

"I'm gonna cum," he announced, and hurriedly popped out of my mouth 
and rudely shoved into his wife.  He rammed himself home even as he 
came, making her overflow with his cum.  Being underneath, it began to 
drip on me as I looked on in wide-eyed amazement.  With his cock out a 
little, I could see it throbbing as sperm flowed through it.  That 
sperm was shooting into Lucy, and some of it was dripping onto my 
face.  I had little choice but to open my mouth and try to catch it.

I was mostly successful, despite the motions of Lucy's back-thrusts 
that made the drips a moving target.  However, when Clem pulled out, 
his withdrawal pulled with it a copious amount of cream that splashed 
onto my forehead and the bridge of my nose.  This was followed almost 
immediately by Lucy sitting up so that more poured out into my mouth.

I tried to sort out the flavors, her juices mingling with his.  It was 
both pussy and sperm flavored, a tangy and pungent taste.  I say 
tried, because I was being used at the time like a bump for Lucy to 
grind on.  Her wet, open, oozing pussy was sliding back and forth on 
my face, smearing me with the mixture.  My chin, nose, cheeks, brow, 
and forehead got slippery-slick with the stuff as she sought to cum.  
Finally, she orgasmed yet again, ejecting yet more slime from her 
pussy.

After her orgasm, Lucy was less frantic and lifted off to let me clean 
her cum-soaked pussy.  It was a mess, stray cum everywhere!  But I 
loved kissing and licking it up.  I especially liked cleaning her 
large womanly lips, taking them into my mouth and swirling them 
around.  I began to look forward to when I was so well fucked that I 
had lips like that which a lover could suck.

Lucy lifted off my face, and Clem was there, smiling.  He leaned 
forward, and I prepared to receive his kiss.  Instead, he started 
licking my face clean of the goo he and Lucy made.  It was a wild, 
erotic feeling to be groomed like this.  Surely, this must be more 
than just sexual; it must be emotional too.  He was caring for me, 
which left me glowing inside.  I saw another aspect of oral sex now, 
the loving and nurturing aspect.

We stayed in bed for a while, lying together in mutual satisfaction.  
I had learned a lot this night about sex, just like Lucy had said I 
would.  Clem had gotten his gift from her too, the gift of me!

We chatted a little a out the other things lovers did, the things we 
hadn't a chance to do this night.  She talked about the alleged 
delights of anal sex, having a man moving in such a taboo place.  It 
sounded painful to me, but she pointed out that Clem liked it too, 
which made him blush prettily.

She talked about gangbangs, and how it helped her fulfill her orgasmic 
potential.  "We girls don't run out of orgasms like men do," she 
pointed out.

"Oh, so you need more than one man to make you cum enough?" I asked.

"Hey!" Clem protested cheerfully.

"You are great honey," she soothed, "but face it, you are limp now 
aren't you?  What if Jenny wants to get fucked?"

"Yeah, what if I do?" I smiled, thinking that I really did want that, 
right now.

"That's what dildoes are for," he chuckled.

"Oh yeah, there are dildoes," Lucy said, picking up the thread of 
alternate sexual acts.  "I personally like strap-ons."  We chatted 
about that, and the various ways women and men used strap-ons.

"So much to learn," I sighed wistfully.

Lucy looked over at Clem, and theatrically shrugged her shoulders  
"Well, I hate to say it honey, but I think we need a new babysitter."

I felt stung at the suggestion that I wasn't useful to them anymore.

"Why honey?" he asked, an overly-innocent smile on his face.

"Because I think Jenny needs to start going out to dinner with us," 
she said.

I was thrilled!  They were letting me into their perverse world!  
"Really?" I squealed in delight.  "I can't thank you enough!"

Clem smiled at me, his eyes dancing in the way I loved.  He was so 
attractive!  "Yes you can," he said.  "Well, you can start at least."  
He pointed to the tent his cock was making in the bed.

It was my turn to smile.  I pulled back the covers, revealing his 
mostly erect boner.  It looked tired, almost worn out, but still 
serviceable.  I didn't suck him, but mounted him instead.  I still 
felt a dull ache when he entered me.  I wasn't quite used to his size, 
but I was working on it.

I sat up tall on him, and reached back to release my hair.  It had 
been glued in place by hairspray, so I had to shake it out.  His eyes 
followed my hands, and he smiled erotically when I leaned forward to 
encase us in a tent of my blonde hair.  We kissed as I tried to fuck 
him, and he began to rock his hips to start fucking me.

His mostly-satisfied state let him last a long time.  We tried several 
new positions, but ended with me on all fours being fucked doggy-
style.  I came twice with him in me, the last time when he gripped my 
hair roughly, and pulled me back into his forceful thrusts.  My orgasm 
was intense, and took him over the edge too.  I smiled in orgasmic 
bliss, knowing I was receiving his sperm inside me.  I knew Lucy's 
mouth would soon be cleaning me up, but right then I was receiving the 
essence of the man that I adored.

The night ended in the shower, as I got respectable again.  
"Respectable" is a total misnomer, because Lucy was there with me, and 
we rubbed each other with a loofa.  Lucy asked me to use the little 
finger-loofa on her backsides, because she wanted Clem to assfuck her 
after the earlier discussion of sodomy.  At first I was grossed out, 
but when she came for me (a finger in her ass and my other hand 
rubbing her clitty), I realized the childishness of my objection; I 
was a woman now and had to keep an open mind.

Clem drove me home, parking half a block away.  The ultimate of the 
night was spending long minutes making out with him.  It was tender.  
It was loving.  It was all I dreamed of when I thought of a boyfriend.

"Did you have fun?" he asked.

"How can you ask that?" I responded.  Before I really thought about 
it, I blurted out, "I love you."

He smiled a smile that was part fatherly and partly like a lover.  "I 
am glad," he said.  I didn't expect him to tell me he loved me, but 
not rejecting me was enough.  "I shall think of that when I am 
watching you getting fucked by my friends."

"You do that," I said, smiling too.  "I can't wait."

I knew what I would dream about that night.

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