Explicit-Novels

Amorous Goods: Gaudus, Sapphic Earrings, I Want You

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Sun, 24 May 2026 18:09:00 +0000

Amorous Goods: Season 1

Prologue:

A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

Open the door, and take a step inside:

Amorous Goods: Gaudus

Invited a friend to safeguard me enjoying sexual artifact.

Based on a post by ShowTime8. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Prologue:

Funny how much the preparation centered on my friend, Marie, and choosing a date when her husband was out of town at the same time my husband was traveling. Then the excuse to have her sleep over was not forced. Falling in October, I was incited to try the third gaudus, the last adventure, the forbidden.

"The box is ornate," Marie said. "Very unusual. Where did you get this?" She hesitated but I encouraged her to trace the delicately carved design with her fingers. I perceived a small shudder and a momentary loss of focus before she fixated on the illustration, very similar to my reaction the first time I touched the motif and then all sorts of symbols and figures within the pattern seemed obvious. Hearts and circles with lines symbolizing classical gods of love, serpent-like marks fitting tribal archetypes of fertility, an arc pierced by an arrow from the occult, and more of the phallus and sexual feats.

"I found this odd little shop in the city," I answered her question. "You'd probably call it the shady part of town. It was mixed in with smoke shops and sex boutiques and other stores selling incense and tarot cards and touristy kind of voodoo paraphernalia. I don't know why this shop seemed more authentic. As I entered, the owner led me to a back room where I could examine this box. She was like a gypsy, telling me small things about where I lived and my marriage that she probably guessed from my clothes or my words or my facial expressions to the things she was saying. She told me of her vision, of how I would visit and this box was meant for me, and it all became very convincing that somehow by fate I came to unite with this artifact.

"And how does all this work?" Marie wanted to know. "Why do you light these candles around your room and place these crimson towels beside of your bed?"

"I make it a ritual. Maybe it's my own doing. I wipe them lightly with the towels when I'm done and then I won't erode the natural oils with soap. The experiences guide me, like each time I do the gaudus I learn something new. I let my feelings guide me. For this occasion, for this third gaudus, I bought this special robe, this black satin robe. And I ask you to watch over me, to make sure nothing bad happens. Because I'm nervous. I'm anxious but more, I'm afraid."

"What do you call them?" Marie wanted to know. "Each one is a gaudus, or a gaudu, or all three are gaudi?"

"I don't know, the woman said 'Experience the gaudus' and I called each one a gaudus."

I opened the lid and showed Marie the three wooden objects laying in their molded berths of velvet. Three small knobs like shoe horns or the neck of a bow that could fit in your hand and nest with your palm and the crook of your thumb. The shape and etchings evoked millennia of women seeking gratification. I touched the chestnut colored horn in the middle, and then the dark mahogany horn on the left. But not the light birch horn on the right.

"They don't look like much," Marie commented, but her tone was friendly and light.

"I thought that, too" I agreed. "But after you encounter one and you appreciate the way it grows on you, you won't look at them the same. The first one I experienced was this caramel colored piece in the middle. I was seduced by a bronzed Italian stud on the Riviera. It's crazy, but I think it happened."

Marie looked surprised and also concerned for me.

I continued, "This dark piece on the left took me to a wild adventure in the jungle, where I was forced to submit and yet I woke with rejuvenation. If you watch you will see, I know. But if you can, I fear what this third journey will bring, and I want you to safeguard no physical harm comes to me."

"What makes you worried?" Marie asked. "Why is it different?"

"There's a symbol on the bottom of it," I explained. I lifted the piece and showed her the end. "It's faint but that looks like a Christian cross, and roughly hewn. I feel a strange mixture of emotions when I touch it. And the color is pale, like death."

"Let me touch it," Marie suggested.

"It will be safer if I go first. You'll see how quickly these pieces transform. I'm certain of that. There are many aspects still unclear, as to what took place and what was imagination, and I questioned if I was losing my mind. But you will see the transformation. Watch."

I rolled the pale wood in my fingertips and rubbed my thumbs up the smooth shaft of the bow. Instantly it was larger in my hands. I rubbed it across my chin and smelled the ruddy mix of blood and dirt and sweat. I brushed my cheek flush against the tip. I kissed the soft surface and let the round head nestle on the inside of my lips.

My tongue tasted the underside. I made it wet with my saliva yet savored its own moisture. Heavy and masculine and aggressive. I was offended at first but became accustomed to it. Like the first time when that boy, Jared, kissed me. I wasn't expecting it and I could smell his breath and he must have eaten something like meat. The smell put me off but then I accepted it and learned it like coffee or liquor, and I could anticipate the depth of the kinship like knowledge itself.

My thumbs and fingers worked the shaft, firm and full and slippery from my saliva. The slickness helped the shaft swell. I created friction through a circle of thumb and forefinger. It swelled in in my mouth as I pushed down to receive its length. I felt the ridge of the helmet bump my lips on each pass. I tried to extend my tongue to simultaneously tease the meaty underside and the tender skin along the middle ridge.

A bright light pierced the darkness. The light shone in my eye and made me squint. I could barely discern the pale tip of the cock before my face as I held it in my hands. Above, the dark silhouette of shoulders and hood eclipsed the beam of light but I saw no facial features.

"Do not hesitate," he commanded me. "You will accept the sacrament."

I tried to catch my breath. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue to receive. He pushed into my mouth roughly, forcing to the back of my throat. It made me gag. At the same time I felt my vagina clench and send a tingle through my pelvis. His hands on the back of my head held me down.

I pressed my hands against his thighs to hold him back but he moved my hands one at a time to his testicles. "Feel the weight," he commanded me. They were large and hairy as they hung in my fingers. I looked forward to the time I could make them retract and yield their juice.

"You will stand and be naked before us," he said sternly. I stood as he raised my hands. He untied the front of my robe and pushed the collar back off my shoulders. I pulled the robe off the rest of the way and let it fall at my feet. Though the air was warm, I felt a chill on my nipples.

"You have sinned," he yelled sternly.

"No," I screamed. "I have done nothing wrong.

"Do not tell us the lame tale that you are a victim! We are not ignorant of your ways and the methods you young girls use to tease men. You led him to defile your body!"

"No, I never asked for that," I said. "He forced himself on me."

"Do not lie to us! We can make you tell the truth."

"I said 'No' yet he forced himself."

"Did he force himself in your mouth or in your womb?" The man's voice shook within my head.

"First in my mouth," I answered. "We were kissing in the back of the car as any teenagers do. That is not a sin. He grabbed my head and forced me into his lap. I had not even seen in the darkness that he unzipped himself and his cock was hard. He shoved my mouth onto his cock. He smelled bad. I don't think he had showered in days. And his friends in the front were laughing as he fucked my head."

"You enjoyed it!" the man demanded.

"I did not want it," I protested.

"When it happened, you took him in your mouth and you enjoyed it." I did not deny this. "And you led him to take your maidenhood?"

"No, he stole my virginity. I never consented. He pushed me back on the seat and ripped my panties off. His friends leered at me over the front seat and one took my panties as a souvenir. He was too strong for me and I could not stop him. He pushed his cock inside of me and it was all I could do to withstand the sting as he took my virginity."

"Do not lie to us!" he commanded again. "You did not close your legs or try to stop him. You did not scratch him or punch with those little fists of yours. You wished the others would have fucked you, too, that night."

"They did not," I asserted.

"You wished it," he insisted. "You wished as he thrust his manhood in your vagina and squeezed his hot sperm in your body that the others would follow."

"I could not stop my body," I argued. "I was young but my body was disposed to mate. When he took control of my vagina and he stimulated my genitals then my mind could no longer stop it."

"Look how wet you are," he demanded, shoving his fingers in my cunt. He pushed two fingers inside, sliding deeper in and out. Then he put those fingers to my mouth and made me taste my stimulation. "The devil has possessed your womb and makes you lead young men to sin."

"They force their will upon me," I protested.

"You will atone for your transgression." My hands were lifted roughly above my head and back, forcing me to fall back on the bed. I expected to feel the soft cushion of my mattress but it was hard and firm, a wooden plank to angle my body elevated and vulnerable. My hands were tied to the upper corners and I could not defend myself. The strain on the sinews of my shoulders sent a rush of adrenaline through my body. Standing between my legs, he opened his robe completely and revealed his erect cock at the edge of my vagina. It was not large or attractive, but he rubbed the tip on my lips and made them swell and open to want him.

He pushed his cock slowly inside of me and the strength of his cock felt good against the tight cincture of my cunt. As he cleared the rim of my entrance and lubed my vagina, I felt wetness spread through my pelvis. I relaxed to take him and ease him deep within. The silhouette of his hooded frame hovered over me before the dancing flame of a torch ensconced on the wall.

"You consort with the devil," the man breathed heavily in my face. His pelvis bumped my clitoris as he thrust completely inside. The electricity running up my spine prevented me from thought or speech. "He has chosen you and he will possess you."

The man withdrew and left a hole of want and loss inside of me. I whimpered for him not to stop. My hands were taken and turned to force my body over, my nipples rubbing against the hard grain of the wood. I tried to press up on my elbows so my swollen nipples would not be scraped. The man pushed my legs apart sternly.

"You wish to yield your anus," he commented.

"No, I've never done that," I denied him.

"You wish it," he corrected me. "You desire to take my cock and lose your anal virginity." He pressed his cock at the entrance of my anus. It was wet and firm and it set all of the tender nerves in my pelvis on fire. As he forced the head of his cock in the tight cincture of my ass I was powerless to relax but I could enjoy the friction of his strength within the trying rim of my muscles. My ass was struggling to stay closed and at the same time desiring him to push further. When he more fully entered my ass and fucked it as he had fucked my cunt, I appreciated the tight swish of his gnarly stick firing impulses all around my pelvis. Slick and tingling while tugging the sphincter. I wanted him to cum in my ass.

"You will prepare him," the man commanded. I did not understand him. I was lost to his cock.

"You will prepare him," the man repeated. I opened my eyes and saw the small dark knob before my face. It was the mahogany gaudus now brushing my cheek. I smelled its musk. The deep, meaty odor of animals rutting in the jungle. I opened my mouth and sucked on the head and then the shaft of this black cock. It was instantly swollen, much more quickly than I had experienced before. The foreskin protecting the helmet retracted and I could run my tongue on the edgy rim of the head. It tasted earthy and scorched like burnt wood or incense. I licked more eagerly to understand the complexity.

The black cock was full now and impaled in my throat. I relaxed my esophagus to deep throat the shaft. Bigger than I remembered but pushed slowly without coercion to allow me to swallow. When I choked for air he withdrew. He pressed his testicles to my face and I kissed them. I snaked my tongue under his balls and teased the meaty bulge between his scrotum and anus. He lifted one leg before my face to let me lick this area and taste the nasty, dirty ooze of his sweat and filth. I longed to lick his testicles and suck his cock at the same time.

The man stopped fucking my ass but held still within me. He rolled me over and now I lay back against his chest with his cock fully up my butt. His legs wrapped around my ankles and held my legs spread open. He grabbed my wrists and forced my arms behind me to the small of my back, clutched in one of his hands, arching my frame and tilting my hips.

"You will receive his wonder," the man commanded in my ear. "You will take the darkness and feel the utter glory of his power.

The black cock pushed into my vagina. I had never felt two at once. The pressure within was unbearable as the man in my ass pressed my muscle wall against the black cock. The black man sensed the limits of my body and slid slowly. Contortions flashed across my face. My cunt melted to a river flowing on his shaft. When he was completely inside, and the crux of his groin bumped against my clit, then he increased the pace and hit all the ribs of my vagina in cycles of fire.

His body was so hairy over me. I saw the hair shooting from his head before the fire of the torch. There may have been smoke from the torch or incense burning that made it hard for me to focus. I could smell the obscure and foreign aroma of incense mixed with his sweat as he grunted close to my face. I thought for a moment those might be horns or was I imagining shapes from his spiky hair in silhouette? His hands were rough like paws on my shoulders to hold me down as he thrust inside and bumped my cervix. Fortunately, the man behind laid still within my ass to let the black man dictate the progression, but he teased my nipples with his free hand. His fingers were normal and soft enough to titillate me without harm.

"That's so beautiful," the woman whispered in my ear. Her voice surprised me.

"Is that your disciple?" the man behind asked me gruffly.

I tried to see her face to understand who. Her hair was darker, straighter and a little longer than I remember Marie's. Her eyebrows were full and thick, but sharp above her eyes. Her lips were red with a tint of lipstick between rose and blood. And she wore my robe, or she had found a satin robe almost identical to the one I had been wearing. By the way her nipples pressed the fabric, I perceived she was not wearing anything else.

"Did you bring a disciple to assist your breeding?" the man behind asked further. The woman only smiled at me and brushed my cheek gently. The lightness of her nails barely touching my skin contrasted how vigorously the black man thrust in my cunt. She leaned down and kissed me with those red lips. It was wrong and I tried to turn away. She held my chin and edged her tongue between my lips and tried to fuck my mouth with it.

The woman withdrew. She traced the caramel gaudus down the bridge of my nose and poked my cheek with it. Then she leaned back slightly with a smirk and inhaled the tip of the gaudus. I tried to focus, to understand if it was Marie, but she seemed more like a relative, perhaps Marie's younger cousin. She slobbered on the gaudus and then turned it sideways before my eyes, sliding her tongue under the length to tease me. As it grew, the woman sucked it within the O of her lips. She let it pop out with a distinctive smack and touched it lightly to my lips. I tasted the rich Tuscan sun that I knew so well but mixed now with the woman's slaver. I tried not to react so it would not encourage her but I knew the waves of vigor from the dark cock that owned my cunt overwhelmed me and sent ripples of submission across my face.

The woman smiled and formed her lips to an O again, yet overly demonstrative to make me watch. She sucked the cock deeply. I saw her tongue poke out to tease the tender bulge, as I had done, and letting her spit pool to a drop running down to his balls. He stepped close to my head, which blocked the dim light of the flame, and I could only see shadows of his testicles near my forehead and the massive curve of his thigh and the intricate curve of her lips sliding on his cock. It seemed that he wanted me to watch the cock I loved being sucked by another.

The man in my ass started to hump slightly. Just a subtle counter movement to the large, black cock stuffing my vagina like a piston. My eyes rolled back as I lost control.

The caramel cock pushed at my lips now. He was standing over me and I saw nothing. I tilted my neck back to take the length of his cock directly down my throat. I enjoyed the familiarity of his shape. But I also tasted the unusual saltiness of the woman. Or it could have been a mix of the woman and his pre-cum. I was swimming in the simultaneous fucking of my cunt, my ass and my mouth.

Fingers playing lightly over my nipples. It completed the sensation on all parts of my body. Delicate fingers pinching and rolling my nipples, and barely brushing over the tops like wind. Small, graceful touches. Not his fingers but hers.

The proctor stated in my ear, "You like her touch."

I mumbled on the cock, "No, I did not seek sex with another woman."

"Yes, confess it!" he countermanded me. "You have fantasized about a woman touching you." My Italian lover withdrew his cock, now dangling over my face. The woman leaned forward and slurped at the tip, as though trying to taste my sex with him as much as to pleasure th

Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 6

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Sun, 24 May 2026 02:38:00 +0000

Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 6

A Naturist Media Empire.

Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Suzi, the entertainer.

We all sat there a little lost for words, Annie eventually saying "Well I'd sign up just for the views in the garden."

We all smiled at this before Suzi said, "Do you think she did that all off the top of her head, unscripted and unplanned."

I nodded before saying "I think so, she just a complete natural. She manages to combine a relaxed wholesomeness with an incredible sexuality."

Annie laughed, "Dave, When did you become so articulate?"

"I know what you mean; normally he just rubs his cock like an ape and says 'I'd like to fuck that'.

I stuck my tongue out at the two laughing women before all our attentions turned to Muriel and BJ who were coming through the door. Muriel was still naked and smiling broadly, her face alight with the cold and the excitement. Annie gave BJ a ‘thumbs-up’ and he smiled, whether because of the Wi-Fi, or something else, I'm not sure.

Suzi stood and embraced Muriel, "You were incredible, did you just make that up off the top of your head?"

"I did. I considered winking at the camera with my asshole when I was bent over, but decided to do it with my eye at the end." When we all stopped laughing Muriel said, "That was so exhilarating and exciting I want to do it every day. How did it look on the screen?"

"Brilliant." Annie said, "The quality was great and you were mesmerizing."

Muriel went and put a dressing gown on to warm up a bit, when she returned she said, "So what do we do now, can we post it online?"

"We could but there's no real point." BJ said. "Firstly I need to set Annie up in her cabin so she can broadcast tonight. After she's finished I can come back here and set up your site, get you a paywall and then you're good to go. We can post that as your intro video and I can show you how to add content yourself."

"Wonderful, why don't you both come back for a celebratory meal and we can do it after, if we're not too jolly."

It turned out Annie wanted to rent two cabins, one to live in and one as a studio to film in. I helped them carry their gear in and then left them to get ready, Annie telling me the cam site she was on and to make sure we all watched later.

We logged on and hardly recognized the bedroom she was filming from, whatever they'd done with the lights it looked amazing. Annie was sat in a large swivel chair I'd carried in earlier, smiling as big as ever. "Do you think we should have another small glass of wine while we watch?" Muriel asked, Suzi looking at her as if it was a silly question; I went to the kitchen and opened a new bottle.

I could hear them both giggling and wondered what I was missing, corking the bottle in my haste to get back. "What have I missed?"

"Nothing too exciting, just Annie undoing a button and squeezing her tits through her shirt." Muriel said.

"That's enough for Dave to start wanking." Suzi chided me.

"You don't give me any credit, I'd want to see at least two buttons undone." I feign indignation.

She'd only been on ten minutes but already had over forty viewers, as if they were waiting for her to come on. "I think I'll start the cooking, call me when it heats up." With that Muriel left and went to the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone for the first time that day.

"How you doing, it's been a strange day." I said as I hugged Suzi.

"I'm doing ok, excited and nervous at the same time, I can't believe we've agreed to film ourselves naked."

I was about to point out that last year, plenty of people had cameras when she posed as Lady Godiva but before I could Suzi leant in and gave me a gorgeous, sumptuous kiss, only interrupted by Muriel shouting. "I seem to be low on potatoes. Do you have any over at your cabin?"

"I think we do, I'll go and have a look." Suzi kissed me again and said, "See you soon lover boy, don't get too excited by Annie’s cam show." Before standing and leaving.

After a few minutes Muriel returned, saying she couldn't do anymore til Suzi came back.

Annie was up to eighty viewers and began removing her shirt. Her tits were pushed up in an undersized bra, "I love her tits." Muriel said, almost lecherously. I was smiling at this when Annie’s face suddenly turned away from the camera, a surprised looked replaced by an even bigger smile.

Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 5

The Energetic Naturists, in a lockdown.

Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The naturist photoshoot was much more fun than I anticipated. It gave license to delightful ‘touchiness’. As we were catching our breaths and chatting James was looking through his shots, "I think I have some great ones. What next Muriel?" He was definitely getting into his stride.

"I think David should chase me but I'm old and will be easy to catch, I think he should chase me with Annie on his back."

I wasn't expecting that and nor was Annie but she was the first to respond, "sounds like fun."

I knelt down and Annie climbed onto my back, her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, as I stood she held on tightly, pressing herself into me, her short legs spreading further until I could feel her mound rubbing against my lower back, and her boobs squished into me. She wiggled up and down a bit, rubbing herself against me.

"Comfortable?" I asked

"Oh yes." She answered a little huskily.

"Before we start running I think you should get some still shots, come here and stand behind Annie." Muriel said.

James did this and then Muriel told him to kneel down. I heard him gasp and then he started clicking away.

"You dirty bitch! I'm completely exposed, he can see everything from down there." Annie said laughing.

She obviously wasn't too worried because she arched her back and stuck her ass out, exposing even more to the camera, all the time whispering in my ear, "I'm so wet, I think I'm dripping."

"I think they're the most incredible shots I've taken."

"Stick with me kid, with my dirty mind and your camera skills we'll make a great double act."

As we were laughing at this Annie was still whispering in my ear and rubbing herself off against me.

"Oh James, you have to get a close up of this, I've never seen Dave's tallywhacker looking so big, what do you think Muriel?" Suzi asked, smirking and making it obvious she knew what was going on.

Muriel played right along, saying, "definitely the biggest it's ever been." As she encircled it with her thumb and forefinger, making sure James got shots emphasizing the fact they didn't meet. They were right, I was ready to burst, but work to do first.

Muriel ran slowly with James behind her, stopping and bending as if out of breath, insisting he took pictures of her exposed holes, "they're for my private collection."

We could have caught her easily, but Annie whispered for me to go slow as she was enjoying it. She was beginning to feel heavy, but as her breathing changed, and she started to wiggle faster I forgot about the weight. Her mouth was next to my ear and a cascade of oh and ah; followed by "fuck, fuck, fuck I'm cumming."

She was letting everyone within five hundred yards know she'd orgasmed, and she nearly deafened me.

As she settled I went to put her down but Muriel had other ideas, "you haven't caught me yet." So off we went again, Annie no longer whispering as she said, "take it slowly, my nips are sensitive and my clit’s on fire."

To Annie’s relief, Muriel let us catch her easily but insisted on mounting from the front for our hug. She managed to clamber up and sat astride me, teasing my upright pole with her twat, allowing James to click away merrily as she did so. I stood a bit with both women wrapping their bodies around me, their tits and cunts grinding in. This should have been erotic for me, but I was concentrating on bracing my body against the weight. It was only when Muriel and Annie started kissing over my shoulder and then both nibbling at my ear that my legs turned to jelly.

Muriel was in her element "I think we should all have some more wine before our next shots or maybe some water, better still wine and water." While the rest of us recovered on the grass, Suzi and Jenna went to get the refreshments. "Bring the baby oil back with you." Muriel shouted after them.

"How are the photos coming?" I asked James

"Incredible, I can't believe some of the shot's I've got, very hot and erotic."

"Was it weird taking those sort of pictures of your sister."

"Yes and no, as I got into it I forgot she was my sister, it was only after she came that I felt a bit embarrassed."

"Not ones for the family photo album then?"

"I wouldn't put it past her."

When they returned with the refreshments I made a beeline for Suzi, feeling a wee bit guilty.

Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 4

The Business Turn-around.

Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The three of us found ourselves sat naked, prim and properly behind our booth.

As you can imagine our booth was very popular, and you can't keep a good man or woman for that matter down. Everyone was very polite asking the same, repetitive questions. Many complimenting Suzi and Muriel.

"I'm bored." Said Suzi and we agreed that it was getting tedious and quite anti-climactic. "I have an idea, I'll do it first, then you have to follow."

"What?" I perked up.

"Wait and see, I'm waiting for a dishy man to come along."

She didn't have to wait long, before a well-built local lad sauntered over.

"That was a lovely show you put on there, ladies."

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Have you ever visited our Arundel holiday resort?"

"No, but I've thought about it."

Suzi stood up, allowing her hair to fall away from her boobs and the top of her pussy lips to be seen between her closed legs. She leant forward and opened up a leaflet, explaining it to the young lad, but he wasn't listening.

After he left, we all had a good giggle and I was volunteered next. I asked Muriel to point out some locals who might be up for a good laugh.

"That's Jill, whose original idea this all was. Over there, with her sister. I'll call them over."

They approached rather sheepishly, but were calmed by our big smiles.

"I hear you've had an exciting day." Jill said

"And it's all down to you and your marvelous idea." I praised her.

Jill blushed a bit at this and I took it as my cue, I stood up with my semi erect cock bouncing around in front of me,

"Ladies, let me buy you a drink; as a thank you." As I said this I maneuvered towards them, Jill nearly jumping backwards, but her sister a much cooler customer. Staring directly at my rocket, she said, "Where do you keep your money?"

I gestured reaching for my wallet, then acting like I misplaced it. My hands slapped one ass cheek, then the other. Then I shrugged in an ‘I’m so sorry’ sort of way.

We all burst out laughing and bade farewell to the good-natured sisters.

"I don't know if I can top that." Said Muriel, still laughing "and besides the festival is closing shortly. Thank you both so much for one of the nicest, most fun, and exciting days I've ever had. I love you both." We all welled up and came in for a big hug, a family hug.

The bookings rocketed and the Arundel Resort went from strength to strength, generating more great opportunities.

First, the local and regional press covered all the event. A Few Fleet Street London papers reposted the frackus. One rather cheeky tabloid did a feature report, a few days later, carrying a background history of the ‘Hippy Free-Love Resort.’

Then, the targeted audience, those who are serious about nudism; all read our feature article about the resort.

It was focused on Naturism for a new generation. Within weeks our resort was booked full, well into late September.

Muriel hired Geri, who is Mary’s lover, and just happens to be the daughter of Jim & Muriel’s old friends and patrons, since the 80s. Geri was asked to help with publicity and promotions. Geri had arranged an ongoing advertising contract with H & E magazine. This allowed the resort to seal the deal and bring in folks from a worldwide draw.

Geri had reserved a block of Chalets for a reunion of fellow 2^nd generation naturists. She asked them to feel free to invite a partner, as well. The reunion was planned for mid-august. Geri structured the activities with the help of Mary. Suzi and I just helped wherever a need arose. Suzi and I had no idea how much our ‘Godiva Event inspired the reunion group. They wanted us to participate in everything, even though we didn’t share their legacies.

Muriel loved that week more than any. She said it was like going back in time, to when she and Jim were with several dozens of ‘flower children.’

In September, an aging folk group, from sixties fame, was booked for an outdoor concert. It brought out many of the original hippies, Suzi and Dave arranged with Mike, to lease his hayfield across the road from the entrance gate. There, the tents, RV and campers filled the horizon.

Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 3

Jill, Mike, and Penny Contrive a publicity plan.

Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

On Thursday, Geri phoned. She spoke with Muriel for a while before being handed back to me,

"How you doing?" Geri asked.

"Good. A strangely odd week, very hard for poor Muriel; but we're getting there."

"How's the resort looking, have you got many bookings."

"I think there's a couple for this weekend and Suzi and I are going to sort out the chalets tomorrow for them. A few more next weekend, after that I don't know, why?"

" Remember I said I'd ask around, see if anyone had any ideas."

"Yes."

"Well Freddy Spencer, one of my old chums from the Arundel Naturist Resort, is now the editor of H & E magazine."

Geri sounded really excited but I didn't know what she was talking about.

"H & E magazine is like the naturist bible, it's run for and by naturists."

"Ok and?" I pressed.

"Well, like me, Freddy has some fond memories of coming down there with his parents. They were lovely, innocent, naked days,"

"That's great, but how does that help us now?"

"Well Freddy would like to come and do an article about the place, promote it as a fun, welcoming place to be. He says he'll give us a four page spread, and if we can make it look fun, with a good mixture of young and old, then it should do wonders for the resort’s image and bookings."

"Sounds great but how are we going to do it, there's very few people booked in for the next few weeks."

"They normally use professional, perfect models for their shoots, but I think we can make it more real, more natural."

"How so."

"I've volunteered myself, Mary, you and Suzi to be models, I'm was also thinking about Muriel, but with Jim passing away I don't know."

Fine for me, Suzi or Geri, But I could never see Mary agreeing. "What doe's Mary think of it?"

"I haven't told her yet."

I found myself shaking my head and laughing. "Good luck with that."

I told Muriel about it, and she was over the moon! Her spirits immediately lifted, chattering away about where we could take the photos and such.

There was a knock at the door and I said I'd get it. Mike Squires and his wife, Penny, were standing there along with two other neighbors; come to show their condolences.

When the visitors entered the living room, Muriel seemed pleased as she stood to greet them.

"So good of you all, to come over."

To make ourselves useful; Suzi and I asked if anyone wanted tea,

"Maybe something a bit stronger?" Muriel said.

Everyone had a drink and they were having a good old natter, telling stories about Jim and 'the good old days'.

We just sat and enjoyed listening, keeping everyone's glasses topped up. The conversation eventually got around to Muriel's plans for the future and for the holiday resort.

"Well I hope to keep it running, although my bookings are way down on previous years. But these two lovely young people are going to help, so we might manage."

"Yes; I met Dave and Suzi the other day and the place is already looking better." Mike said, smiling at Suzi.

Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 2

Dave Fits In Nicely, at the Arundel Naturist Resort.

Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My first impressions were of amazing greenness, green grass, green edges, green trees. To my city-boy eyes, this looked like the Garden of Eden, albeit a very unkempt garden of Eden.

Jim came to greet us as the car stopped and it was obvious that he had had something like a stroke, walking with a stick and one hand held spastically into his side.

"Jim, this is David and Suzi, that I was telling you about. They've come to see if they would like to work here."

Jim barely glanced at me before turning to Suzi and virtually undressing her with his eyes. "Young totty," is what I think he said, although it wasn't clear, Muriel blushed a bit before saying "Jim that isn't appropriate. You'll have to excuse him, the stroke has caused a bit of a change in personality as well as the more obvious effects. Jim was always a bit saucy but now seems to have no filter."

I wanted to laugh, but was worried Suzi might be offended. Thankfully she took it in her stride, saying; "not to worry Muriel, I hear much worse at college, everyday; and at home. And by people who haven’t suffered brain trauma." Giving me a look and causing Muriel to smile.

Touring the Resort.

"Let me show you around the place and then we can talk about the job."

There were sixty-five chalets, most were two-bed, but a few were three-bed. And only ten are owned by long term members, the rest belonging to the resort, and rented out. There was what looked like two outside swimming pools, which were covered, and various green areas where guests could walk, play games or grill a picnic. There were lots of hedges, providing privacy and working as wind breaks, and some lovely flower beds, all a bit overgrown, recently.

When we finished the tour, Muriel invited us into a big brick lodge, near the front gates that turned out to be their home, as well as the reception hall. One of the two pools was situated near the lodge, as was the shower complex.

Going into the lodge, she offered us soup that she had made earlier, which was delicious. After the soup, Muriel asked us what we thought of the place. We both said we thought it was lovely. We then talked about the job. I explained that I thought it was only for one person. She said that was her initial plan, but now thought it needed two as she didn't have the time, or energy, to both look after Jim and do all the administration that was needed and all the other work that was needed on the site.

We explained that neither of us new anything about gardening, apart from cutting grass and maybe trimming. She said not to worry, as gardening was what kept her sane and she would continue to look after the flower beds. We then got onto the subject of nudity.

"Have you been nudist very long?" Muriel asked

"I have, secretly for a few years, but only really got into it this last semester."

"And I've only been doing it a bit less than Dave, but I'm really enjoying it." Suzi said and it was music to my ears.

"That's wonderful. We have a hot tub near the swimming pool. We could have a dip and talk about the ghastly subject of money, if you like."

We stepped outside and over to the chaise lounges. I don't think that Suzi had ever been in too many hot tubs. I sure hadn’t. They were a new novelty, until recently. Before we could say anything, Muriel stood up and started undressing. We both looked at each other a little shocked, but then shrugged our shoulders and stood up also.

Muriel was naked in no time at all, wearing no underwear under her skirt, shirt and jumper. She threw her clothes on the chair and boldly stood there, almost inviting our stares as we undressed.

She was a beautiful woman, average tits with a little sag offset by her perfect posture. One could debate if she was a B or C cup, only have her tell you she doesn’t make her tits wear a cup, ever!

She had long nipples, which seemed quite erect, as if she was enjoying this. Her belly was flat and she had almost boyish slim hips, long, toned legs, and a thick thatch of dark hair in between them. I think both Suzi and I must have been staring, as we seemed to have stopped undressing.

Muriel just stood there with a friendly, open smile on her face; perfectly happy in her own body and space, and welcoming us into it without challenging or threatening us.

I was the next to be nude, coyly removing my underpants as I had a semi stiffy, brought on by my excitement at the situation, but also enticed by the site of Muriel. I found it incredibly hot, having this beautiful and elegant woman look at me, and I was unable to stop myself getting harder and bigger.

"I can see you enjoy being naked." Muriel said to me, still smiling as she looked me up and down. I must have reddened because she said, "don't be embarrassed, you have a beautiful body and if I may say so, a very beautiful cock."

I managed a croaked, "thanks."

Suzi was standing in her underwear, watching the two of us. I'm not sure if she was waiting for our attention or gob smacked by the whole situation. As we looked at her, she slowly removed her bra and put her shoulders back, smiling, her gorgeous 34 B tits; I only know this from previously looking at her bra; jutting out proudly. Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them.

I stood by Suzi to encourage her bravery, and I couldn't help myself, saying, "you're beautiful, Dear."

"You truly are." Said Muriel; "now off with your knickers.

Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 1

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Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 1

A young man discovers nudism.

Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My name is Dave and I found out I'm a naturist.

I was a shy and introverted teenager. By the time I was eighteen, the most I had done sexually was to masturbate over the lingerie models in my mums home shopping catalogue.

Around this time I also discovered that I loved being naked. This was a good few years ago, before the internet was everywhere; more innocent times maybe. I didn't know anything about naturism, or anything like that, I just knew I loved being naked. It felt so right. Everything was fine for a while; I would spend time in my room naked, with the door locked of course. Then I met my first girlfriend, and even though we got on well, I found I couldn't tell her about wanting to be naked. I even started cancelling dates so I could stay home in the nude. We would eventually drift apart.

I started getting bolder with my nudism. I'd go from my bedroom to the bathroom with no clothes on; that sort of thing. I eventually built up the courage to walk around the house naked when I knew no one was at home. That summer I ventured outside for the first time.

It was amazing, the warm sun on my naked body. I started refusing to go on trips with the rest of the family, or meet up with friends, so I could stay at home, alone, naked. My parents just thought I was a surly teenager.

On one such occasion, everyone had gone off for the day. By 11 o'clock I was laid out in the back garden, basking in the hot sun, idly playing with my cock. I heard a little cough and a female voice say "umm, excuse me, sorry for interrupting" I sat bolt upright, my hands automatically covering my genitals, I looked around and saw Muriel, a friend of my mother's, standing there; an amused look on her face.

"Sorry for startling you David, I was just dropping off this parcel for your mum, when I saw no one was in I thought I'd bring it around the back and put in in the garden shed."

I was too embarrassed to say anything.

Muriel continued, "I've known you since you were a little boy, my how you've grown."

I think I went even redder, if that was possible,

She continued; "I envy you; lying there enjoying the sun on your body. If I had more time, I think I'd strip off and join you. But I must keep going. Enjoy the rest of your day, and tell your mum I'll phone her later."

And with that, she was gone. Now, as I said earlier, these were more innocent days, before the big fetish for MILFS. Although Muriel was a very attractive woman, and would definitely have qualified. I just didn't think of her in that way. What I did take from what she'd said, was that maybe being naked wasn't that strange, and maybe I wasn't some sort of weirdo. I was also aware that a bit of me had enjoyed getting caught. My cock hidden behind my hands, growing, rather than shrinking.

In September, I went to college and had to find somewhere to live. I eventually moved into a house with three other students; John, Mary, and Suzi. They were a good bunch and we got along well, but I really missed my freedom to wander around nude.

One evening we were all very drunk and Suzi suggested we play truth or dare. After lots of moans and groans, we eventually got the game started. It came to my turn and I elected to tell a truth. I was quite pissed and blurted out about wanting to be naked all the time. There was silence for a while until Mary, who I think was even more drunk than me, started laughing and said she thought it was great; and that she thought she was a lesbian; and that we should all be free to be what we want. Mary's confession certainly trumped mine and thankfully took up the rest of our drunken conversations.

I was first up the next morning, my head ready to explode. I was making coffee when Mary walked into the kitchen, we both managed painful good mornings, and then Mary said, "Did I really tell everyone last night that I was a lesbian?"

"Yes you did, and I told you all I was a nudist."

When we stopped laughing Mary said, "Right; get them off." Pulling at my tee shirt.

"Piss off," I said, laughing.

Mary stopped "I meant what I think I said last night. It’s great you've told us, and this is your house and you should be free to be naked, if you want."

"Thanks Mary, I'm not sure if the other's agree with you, though."

"Well fuck them! They'll just have to get used to it."

"You’re still drunk." I dismissed her remarks.

"Probably, but l do mean it."

I sat with my coffee, thinking about what Mary had said. I wasn't too concerned about what John thought. He spent most of his time at his girlfriend’s anyway.

Suzi was another matter. Both Mary and Suzi were good looking, outgoing girls who were fun to be with. But truth be told, I had a bit of a crush on Suzi. All of us in the house had flirted a bit and made some saucy comments, as any group of young people might. But Suzi had flirted a bit more with me, enough to make me think that the attraction might be mutual. But I was young and inexperienced, and not too certain of myself, and had now confessed my, what some might see as, perversions.

Pushing Confessions into Conversions.

That evening, I was in the house on my own, sat watching television. I was sorely tempted to strip off, but I dared not. Mary came in and said, "What are you up too?"

m storyman x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I pushed the boat away and motored almost silently down about half the length of the lake to a nice weed bed, and started to work a small fly along the edges of the weeds.

The rain started less than two hours later, but I was ready for it, mostly. I pulled on the rain suit I'd taken along to fend off the ice cold drops. The cold began to seep through the light weight rain suit as the temperature dropped precipitously, easily down over a dozen degrees in the first twenty minutes. This storm had all the earmarks of one intending to stay for a while. It was late summer, which meant that the temperatures could easily reach up to ninety if it was clear, but it could also get uncomfortably cold at these altitudes. Not cold enough to snow until late August, but that was only a few weeks away.

I made my way back to the dock with my fish, cleaned them and headed back to the cabin, trying to suppress a shiver. I could see smoke coming from the chimney, the thought of a warm fire extremely inviting. I stepped through the door, closing it behind me and stood in the kitchen area, staring at the sight in front of me.

Kim was on her hands and knees over the top of an equally naked Amy, her pussy pointing toward me, her knees bent and spread apart to completely expose her. Kim's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her long hair hanging wildly around her face as she moaned in pleasure. I had clearly stepped into an extremely intimate moment between the two, and it equally appeared that neither yet realized that I was there. I stepped to the sink and laid the fish in it and pulled off my rain suit as quietly as I could. I looked over at Kim as I pulled my rain suit pants off and saw her looking at me, smiling with the same smile that she'd given me the first time we had sex.

Amy was still busy between Kim's legs, noisily licking and teasing her pussy with her mouth when Kim motioned me to come closer. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that she was inviting me to pay attention to Amy's exposed pussy. I knelt at the end of the bed and leaned down over it, licking slowly up her wet and well excited pussy. Her lips were full and engorged, a significant amount of inner lip protruding, glistening in the flickering light of the fireplace. Her juices were sweet on my tongue as I teased up her slit, circling the tip of my tongue around her clit several times, causing her to lift her hips toward me and moan loudly into Kim's pussy. Kim gasped at the sensations racing from her pussy through her body as my attentions to Amy's pussy drove her actions in and on Kim's pussy to be more vigorous.

"Oh god," Kim moaned loudly as I teased Amy's pussy.

"What the hell?" Amy suddenly asked, apparently finally putting together that Kim was impossibly talking and licking at the same time. I felt Amy try to pull herself up the bed under Kim, pushing Kim's body up. Somewhat reluctantly Kim crawled off of Amy, leaving her laying on the bed looking down her naked body at me leaning over the end of the bed, my face now almost two feet from her spread pussy. "What the hell are you doing?" she snapped angrily.

"I invited him," Kim said as she lay on the bed next to Amy, her feet and head at opposite ends of the bed than Amy.

"Why? If I wanted a guy between my legs I'd have a boyfriend!" Amy snapped.

"You seemed to be enjoying it just fine until a moment ago," Kim shot back with a scowl. "Look. You were willing to spend a whole weekend getting fucked by him just so he'd take me on vacation. Not to have sex, but just to get out of town. Now you're suddenly adverse to being touched by him at all? I think you need to reevaluate just exactly what you think is appropriate. Adam and I are having sex. If you want to continue to have sex with me, you're going to have to figure out a way to deal with that. And no, being pissed off at Adam all the time is NOT an acceptable solution. You've always told me how sweet and kind he is and how caring he is for a guy. Well, guess what? I learned that even better than you can imagine!" Kim said as she pushed herself up to sit on the end of the bed, still facing Amy. "Adam is sweet and kind and gentle and intelligent and wonderful. So much so that I asked him to marry me! So you better get used to him being with us!"

"You asked him to MARRY you? Seriously? You two are getting MARRIED?"

"Well, not yet. He hasn't said yes yet. But I think he will, when he's had a chance to get to know me better."

"Damn!" Amy swore quietly, pushing herself up to sit on the bed, leaning against the pillows and the wall. "I guess you don't need me any more then," she added as she pushed off the bed and picked up the pants of the pink sweat suit she'd worn overnight.

"Oh god, Amy! Don't be so dramatic! Of course I still need YOU! You're my right hand girl! How would I ever function without you? I’m so sorry I added to your deep-set distain for men. I was wrong. You are so wrong, at least you’re wrong about Adam. We succeed together, in an industry that exploits sexuality in a way that often brings out the baser instincts of men. At least Adam has the character and self-respect to know he wants something deeper, more meaningful. And now that I’ve discovered that character, I find it incredibly desireable.”

"Have your new boyfriend. Let him do it all!" she snapped as she pulled the jacket of the sweatshirt on and zipped it up over her bare tits. She bent down and zipped her suitcase closed and stood it up. She grabbed the handle and pulled it to the door of the cabin and threw the door angrily open before walking out into the still falling rain, leaving the door standing open.

Amy’s Departure

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Kim yelled out the door at her as she stood in the doorway.

"HOME!" Amy yelled back as she started walking down the road leading down the mountain, the rain already having soaked the thin pink sweat suit.

"Come on. We need to go after her," Kim said, walking towards her suitcase. She bent over and pulled out a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, starting to put them on.

"Go after her? Why? She'll come back."

"No she won't."

"Trust me. She will. It's six miles down the mountain and another dozen to town. She doesn't have anywhere to go. Once she finishes her temper tantrum she'll come back."

"You don't know Amy," Kim said sharply. "She's too damn stubborn to come back."

"Fine. I'll go get her," I said crossly, reaching for the recently taken off rain pants. "But you're staying here. No point in you getting soaked too!"

"Fine. I'll wait," she said with a bit of a huff as I pulled on rain pants. It only took a minute or two to get dressed and grab the keys for the Jeep.

If anything, it was raining harder when I went out to get in the Jeep, water pooling on the seat and in the floorboards of the open top vehicle. The floorboards were rusted enough that most of the water had already leaked out onto the ground as I pushed in the clutch and started the engine. I found her only half a mile down the muddy dirt track, her sweat suit already covered with mud and saturated with rain. Her hair was plastered to her head as she walked, head down, intent on going down the mountain. "You're getting soaked."

"So?" she snapped back.

"Kim wants you to come back up. She's worried about you."

"Big deal."

"So you're not coming?"

"NO!"

"You're sure. I mean it's a long ways down the mountain and even farther to town."

"SO!"

"Just saying."

"Well, I don't have any intention of coming back!"

"You're sure?"

She paused for a moment and glared at me. "Perfectly!"

"Okay," I said, letting out the clutch and bouncing my way down the hill. I slid and twisted on the little dirt track that we called a road until it opened up onto a gravel road almost two miles down the mountain. I turned around and headed back up the mountain, stopping at the log that had started everything between Kim and me. I pulled under a big pine to block the rain and shut down the engine to wait.

I saw her long before she noticed me. But then I had an advantage, I knew where she was going to be coming from, she didn't even know I was waiting for her. She was wet and muddy, her rolling suitcase caked with mud almost up to the handle. She looked like she'd fallen in a mud puddle at least once and maybe more times since she'd left the cabin.

"You ready to go back now?" I asked as she stopped next to the Jeep, shivering.

"NO!" she said, shaking like a leaf.

"You do realize that you won't survive the walk to town, not in this weather."

"So? It's not like you care."

"Actually I do," I answered. "But you're trying to make it like I don't. You don’t want to let yourself believe I can be any better than your prejudiced conclusions, even though your best friend and most trusted lover has told you overwise."

"You don't want or need me. You have Kim."

"I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not at all sure that I even want to marry her. Hell, two weeks ago she was a total bitch that I worked for because I needed the money. Now all of a sudden she's different and says that I'm the first man she could respect. Not exactly what I'd call a match made in heaven. If there’s any sexist prejudices being confirmed by today, it’s that women are so blinded by jealousy, that they deprive themselves of so much, just because they’re afraid some other woman will also find a benefit."

"So? All you have to do is say yes and you're in the money. She's loaded after all."

"So?"

"You need money, she has money, lots of it. What's to not get, here?"

"Just between you, me and this pine tree here, I don't give a shit how much money she has. That's not why I'd marry someone."

"Bullshit. She's gotten into your pants and you're playing it for everything you can. You know damn well that as long as she's getting fucked that you have a permanent job. If you play your cards right, you might even have a portion of her fortune."

I sighed deeply. "You know so little about me. But now I see perhaps another sad and selfish motivation of yours. Maybe that's your game. Maybe you have sex with her because YOU want that portion of her fortune. I don't know. What I do know is that money isn't what I really care about. Sure I need money to pay the bills, but after that? Life is too short to chase after the dollar just to collect more."

"I wouldn't do that! I care too much for her to ever be that petty."

"Well, good. I want to believe that; but you're being pretty petty right now, not to mention stupid."

"I'm not being stupid!"

"You're not being smart either. Hell Amy! Who did I ask out first? You or her?"

"Well, Me."

"And who did I want to be around on all those trips? You or her?"

"True, Me?"

"So don't you think there's a reasonable chance that I really care about YOU and want YOU?" I snapped.

"But you're fucking HER!"

"I am. It wasn't like you were exactly giving me the green light. Hell, I didn't know you were a lesbian!" I said with a scowl. "You could have told me I was barking up the wrong tree instead of letting me keep trying to convince you to go out with me."

"Who said I was a lesbian?"

"Well, Kim actually said it. Kim made it clear you two were lovers, as I saw a little while ago. What am I supposed to think?"

"Why do men always think that because two women enjoy each other that somehow they're lesbians, or anti-man or some such shit?"

"Probably the same reason that women jump to the conclusion that if a man is having sex with another woman that they don't have any feelings for them," I answered with a shrug.

"Typical man!"

"I could say the same thing. Tell me. Why in the hell is it so hard to believe that I have feelings for you?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING HER!" she practically screamed.

"Typical woman! Maybe if you'd have let me in instead of pushing me away for all these months I wouldn't be fucking her, I'd be fucking you! You’re stuck in a mindset that a man can’t deeply love two women, all the while thinking men are to thick-headed to understand a woman who loves sex with a man and a woman!" I snapped back at her.

"Look. I'm getting cold. I know you're fucking frozen. Get your ass in the Jeep and I'll take you back up."

"What if I don't want to?" She snapped.

"Your choice!" I answered, reaching down to start the Jeep. She stood there with her arms crossed tightly across her chest, looking like a very cold drowned rat, her hair hanging down around her face and dripping from the rain making its way through the branches. She had made no move to get in, so I dropped the Jeep in gear and started to let out the clutch to pull away.

"OKAY! WAIT!" she practically shouted. I stopped the Jeep and she hoisted her bag into the back and climbed angrily into the seat. "You would have driven off and left me, wouldn't you?"

"I didn't see that our conversation was getting us anywhere. What did you expect me to do? I took you at your word. You have to say what you want." I said as I started up the hill.

"Fight for me. If I really matter to you, that is."

"Fight for you?" I asked, slamming on the brakes and staring at her.

"Fuck yes. If you wanted to keep me!"

"Keep you? Hell, I've never HAD you!" I said angrily.

"That's not my fault," she said quietly, looking up the road instead of at me.

"Not your fault? I’m trying to treat you with honesty and respect! Whose fucking fault is it? Mine? "

"It's not mine. Who else is there?" Amy said in a smug tone.

I reached down and shut off the key and stared at her, the two of us now sitting out in the rain instead of under the cover of the pine. She continued to stare at the road and ignore my stare. "Fine. That's fucking it!" I said, unbuckling my seat belt. I climbed out of the Jeep and walked around to the passenger side, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the seat. It only took a few steps before we were back under the relative shelter of the pine tree, standing in the soft bed of fallen needles under it. "So it's my fault? The only thing I haven't done is this! Obviously you don’t want respect. You don’t want chivalry." I said, letting go of her arm. Your goddam thinking is beyond my comprehension, but I’ll give you what I think you’re trying to get, but don’t have the good sense to ask for.

I reached for the neck of the sweat suit top and held it with one hand while I jerked the zipper down, practically pulling the puller off the zipper when it reached the bottom. I let go of her top and grabbed the material of her sweatpants and jerked them down, squatting down and pulling it down as far as it would go. I reached up for her arms and pulled her down on the ground in front of me and then jerked and tugged the sweatpants off over her muddy soaked shoes, tossing the pink pants aside. I pushed her knees apart, leaving her laying there mostly exposed while I stood up and pushed my rain suit pants and jeans down to my knees.

She lay there without complaint, as I knelt between her legs and reached for the pink top, pulling it aside to expose both large soft tits before leaning over her. I held myself up with one hand and found my hard cock with the other, lowering my hips and aiming my cock at her pussy. She neither helped nor protested as I rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet lips before pushing it into her bent-over ass, from behind.

"Oh fuck," she groaned as I pressed deeper into her, the rain making its way through the many layers of pine needles above us dripping coldly on my ass. I continued to push until I could go no farther and then pulled back, leaving just my head inside her before plunging quickly back into her. "Oh god yes!" she gasped as my shaft plunged all the way into her until my head hit the end of her tunnel.

"This what you want? You wanna be taken like a fucking animal?" I grunted as I plunged into her over and over, her tits rolling wildly on her chest as my hips pounded into her thighs with each stroke.

"Oh fuck!" was all I got in response as she lifted and spread her legs farther to give me greater access. In and out I stroked, my cock driving into her with each plunge until her body moved on the needles, pulling back again until I was nearly ready to slip from her hot wet confines. The longer I stroked into her, the faster I began to move, my hips driving my cock into her at an almost frantic rate.

She was ecstatic, crying out in joyful surrender, as she fell to the bed of pine needles. She rolled over. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck; fuck!" she screamed into the trees as her body began to tremble. She was totally jubilant as she reached for my rain suit top and grabbed two handfuls of material and tried to pull me down on top of her as her whole body shuddered and trembled below me. I dropped to my knees, between her widespread legs. Instantly my cock found it’s target and burrowed deep into her womb. "Oh God!" she cried even louder as my cock swelled fatter. Steam was faintly visible, rising from her partly-naked body; as the clouds thinned out and the moonlight dimly lit the grove of Ponderosa pines.

"Uh." I grunted as my body convulsed and jammed my cock into her so hard she slid on the pine needles. I felt a gush of cum lance out into her pussy as she continued to try and pull me down on her. Her pelvis jolted in reflex to my rhythmic blasts. I relaxed my arms and let her pull me down, my wet rain suit pressing against her bare tits as she pulled my face to hers, her moans escaping into my mouth as she pressed her lips roughly to mine.

We lay there for long minutes, both our bodies slowly returning from their trips to ecstasy, her kisses slowly softening until she was erotically sucking my lower lip, breathing heavily. "Took you fucking long enough to do that," she whispered, releasing my lip and my coat.

"You wanted me to force you?"

"You didn't force me. I didn't fight back, did I? I just wanted you to be dominant. I wanted you to be in control. I wanted you to make me FEEL like you HAD to HAVE me! That you were in charge of both what we did, and when we did it. I could have thought of a few more comfortable places, but at least you finally did it."

"I don't fucking understand," I grumbled as my cock softened in her pussy and slipped out. "So you were what, waiting for me to do this for months or something?"

"Or something. God I gave you enough chances. How many times did I wear things that were easy to take off with no underwear. You had to know I didn't have a bra or panties on. Hell, how many times did I flash you my pussy and you never fucking got the message!"

"The message? Hell, I just thought you didn't like underwear and flashing me was an accident! You wanted me to act like a selfish, disrespectful animal, but then I hear you disparage men for behaving that way?"

"God, I'll never understand men!" she said shaking her head.

"And men will never understand women," I answered her.

"The difference is that I wanted you. The other men, I didn’t want.” Amy said like it was the simplest and most obvious thing which anyone should understand.

I had no words. All I could conclude is that I was from Mars and she was from Venus. And here we were on the planet Earth, and neither of us could comprehend the other.

“Come on,” she said from beneath me. “Let's go back to the cabi

Runways: Part 5

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Sat, 16 May 2026 21:54:00 +0000

Runways: Part 5

Jealously Among Women

By m storyman x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Well. Glad you're having such a good time fucking him. I guess you don't really need me for anything then, do you?" Amy snapped angrily as she pushed away from the table and got up. She walked out of the cabin in nothing but her shoes, the screen door slamming loudly as she left.

"Oh. I better go talk to her," Kim said quietly as she got up. "It'll be alright. I promise."

"Sure," I said as she headed toward the door her friend had just left through. How could things have gone so wrong? I'll admit that I'd had more than a few fantasies on the way to Chicago and back about having sex with both of them, but suddenly the person I was most interested in having a relationship with was the person that seemed most upset by the fact that Kim and I were having sex. I shook my head and went back to eating what Kim had cooked, partly because I didn't want to waste what she had done such a nice job on and partly because I knew I wasn't wanted outside just then.

Kim came back in about fifteen minutes later, my food gone and place cleared from the table. She looked at me and shrugged, walking to the shelf where we kept bug spray and took a can of deep woods Off down from the shelf. "I'm going to finish dinner. Why don't you go out there and spray her down. If she's going to stay out there naked she's going to get eaten alive."

"Yeah. If you think that's a good idea."

"I think she'll appreciate it later. She's down by the lake."

"Okay," I answered, taking the can from her and heading out the door. I could see her sitting in one of the wooden Adirondack chairs we'd moved from the porch to sit by the little fire pit next to the lake. I walked across the grass toward her and stopped next to her chair. "Kim said I should come out and spray you up. The skeeters will be coming out soon and they love sexy bare skin," I said, trying to lighten what I expected to be an awkward conversation.

"Sure," she said simply, pushing herself to stand up. "Go ahead." Her body language was still cold and rejecting. Her arms were crossed as she stared out over the lake.

I shrugged and sprayed up and down her legs and across her body before moving to her back side and spraying it as well. "Um. I need to get a few more places." I said, knowing there were a few hidden spots that were still exposed.

"Like?"

"Under your breasts."

"Oh. Go ahead then," she said sounding almost sad.

I stepped towards her and lifted each breast, spraying lightly under each one before letting it hang down again. Last I sprayed some on my hand and gently reached between her legs, rubbing the wet liquid into the juncture of her legs, trying to keep it off her pussy lips. "There," I said when I had finished.

"Thanks," she said, sitting back down, clearly not interested in saying anything else. I moved down wind, well as down wind as I could be in the almost non-existent breeze and sprayed myself down before sitting down in the chair next to hers. "I guess this was my fault," she said after long minutes of silence.

"What is?"

"You and Kim."

"What about us?"

"Well. You having sex with her and her liking it. Hell, she likes more than that. She likes you. She likes how you treat her. She likes how you make her feel. She likes you for you!"

"She's a beautiful woman. Not just outside. But when she actually opens up, she's got a very attractive personality. I've never seen it before, but it's there."

"Yeah. It is. I see it when we're alone together. Not when she's dealing with other people, but when we're in bed alone, yeah she's really tender and caring."

"When she said you two were lovers, I kinda thought that maybe it was a sex of convenience thing. I had no idea that you were as emotionally tied to her as you are. And here I was, trying to get you to go out with me."

"Well. It was a little tempting, but when I thought about it, I kind of felt like I would have been cheating on her."

"And here she is, cheating on you with me."

"Something like that."

"Not sure what to say. I had no idea. I mean her getting naked was her idea. Hell, having sex was her idea, not mine."

"I know."

"So where does that leave us? For that matter, where does it leave you two?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does."

"Why? I mean we didn't have a relationship before, why should it matter if we do now?" she asked, never taking her eyes off some distant spot across the lake.

"Maybe because I wanted to have a relationship with you. I'll admit it. Life can be a bit lonely. It's been a long damn time since I've had a woman in my life. Lately, it's felt like my lover is my airplane."

"Well, I guess you don't have to worry about that any more. I'm sure Kim will give you all the sex you can handle."

"Who said it was all about sex?"

"Isn't it? Isn't it for all men? I mean men aren't exactly known for their soft cuddly feelings, are they?"

"Doesn't mean we don't have any! I’m very surprised that you’ve been able to cloak your prejudices so proficiently, Amy. You’ve treated me very well for months. I had no idea you held such low views of me. I’ve done nothing disrespectful to either you or Kim." I said with a soft sigh.

She said nothing.

"It's gonna get chilly tonight.” I finally said. “We should go inside."

"You go. I just want to sit here and think," she answered.

I nodded and got up and headed back to the cabin. To my surprise the table was cleared and the dishes were all taken care of. "Nice work," I said with a smile. "We might actually make you into a nice housewife!" I said with a grin, knowing that I was going to get a playful swat somewhere for the inside joke we'd been sharing all week.

She walked up to me, still wearing my shirt, and wrapped her arms around my neck instead of swatting me anywhere. She lifted herself up on her tip toes to kiss me softly, her hot lips pressing gently against mine. "That might not be a horrible thing," she whispered as she broke the kiss. "As I understand it, a housewife also has to make sure her man is taken care of, and from what I could tell, someone was left hanging before dinner."

"I was." I agreed.

"Is she coming in?"

"Not yet. She will when she gets sufficiently cold enough to."

"Then I think it's time for another fire building lesson," she said with a grin. "Do you want to help or just watch this time?"

"I'll just watch," I said as she released me. She turned and moved to the fireplace while I walked to the bed and dropped onto it, reclining back as I had before dinner. I watched Kim carefully stack wood in the fire place like I'd taught her, her bare ass sticking out at me and her pussy pushing out between her legs sexily as she bent over. As she stayed bent to light the wads of paper she put on the bottom of her kindling. She gently blew on the fire, keeping her hands on her knees to keep her ass pushed out at me. I got up from the bed and walked the few feet to her, my dick swinging side to side with each step.

She didn't move when I touched her hip, or when I rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet lips. She firmly pushed back against me as I pressed my dick into her, my hard shaft sliding slowly into her as she moaned softly. "Oh yeah."

The tiny flame crackled as it consumed some pine needles and twigs, then upward to the branches and split logs.

"Glad you approve," I whispered as I started to slowly stroke in and out of her hot wet depths, my cock quickly working into her to its full length as she reached out to stabilize herself on the rock fireplace.

"Approve? Oh fuck yeah! I've been missing this all day," she moaned as I stroked long, slow strokes in and out of her. "I don't know what we'll do when we have to go back to civilization. I mean I can't have my pilot fucking my brains out every time we go out of town, can I?"

"That could be a bit awkward. Kinda like doing your chauffeur."

"Trust me, you're a hell of a lot more than just a driver, even if it is an airplane," she answered a little breathlessly. "Oh god I've wanted you in me all day. It was all I could do to not walk over and climb on your cock while you were playing with Amy's pussy."

"I was wishing you would. I was really turned on," I grunted out.

"Fuck yes. That's it baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I wanna feel you pounding into me. I wanna feel your fantastic dick pounding all the way into me as far as you can!"

"Uh huh," I grunted, my thighs slapping her bare ass now with every quickening plunge. "God you feel good."

"You too. Oh shit,” she cried, “I'm gonna come. Oh god I'm gonna come already!" she squealed as her legs started tremble. "Oh Fuck!" she cried loudly as her whole body suddenly convulsed, her pussy squeezing around my cock as her juices leaked to the floor between her legs. I continued to pound into her, her moans of pleasure egging me on as the warm tingle spread through my body, the feeling of urgency growing as I kept stroking. I doubted I could stop if I wanted to as the urge to climax washed over me. I felt my body jerk hard and slam my cock deep into her as the first surge of cum lanced out of my cockhead, deep in her pussy, filling the almost non-existent space between her walls and my rigid shaft. We stood there, both of us panting as my body spasmed over and over, my cum now adding to the juices trickling from her pussy.

She pushed me back from her and turned to face me. She backed me toward the bed with a hand in the middle of my chest and didn't stop pushing until I flopped onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed and on top of me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed her lips to mine in a hot long erotic kiss. "You know, there'd be a lot of talk, but I don't think anyone would be surprised if my fianc was fucking me every time we were on the road."

"Fianc ? Wasn't it just a week ago we hated each other?"

"That was before we got to know each other," she cooed with a smile. "Of course it means that you wouldn't be able to play around with any other hussies any more."

"Not that I’d ever desired ‘hussies’. Hell, I've really hadn’t had any time to play with any other women, as much as we're on the road and in the air, I haven't had a chance to even think about meeting anyone, let alone actually developing a romantic relationship."

"Well, now you don't have to worry about that. You don't have to say yes now. But think about it," she whispered. "I've waited a long time for a man that can make me feel as complete as you do. I kinda wish we'd done this a long time ago. We wasted so much time being enemies instead of lovers. Thank you for being the patient man that you are. A man who is so worthy of my respect, my deepest desires."

"What about Amy?" I asked

"Yeah, that could be complicated," she whispered. "How about we keep this between ourselves until we figure this out."

"How about we keep this between ourselves until I decide if I'm going to say yes, or not. I mean a long term relationship should be based on more than a few days of great sex."

"Maybe. But you have to admit that it's a good start." She said with confidence.

"It is a good start. A damn great start! But only a start."

"We still need to figure out how Amy fits into a future us. Amy's my best friend, my advisor, my personal assistant and my lover. I don't think I could survive without her by my side. I don’t want to lose her."

I looked a little confused. "So where would that put me? A toy in bed?"

"Oh god, Adam! Only a man would go there! A woman has multiple facets, doesn't she? Is there anything that says she can't have a different person on either side of her? A husband and lover at her right hand and a dear friend and assistant at her left?"

"So what about the lover part of that equation? You think she's going to give up that part easily? Based on the jealousy I've seen today, I don't think it's going to be all as easy as you think."

"Who says it has to go anywhere? Maybe it just changes the equation a little so that one plus one equals three?"

"One plus one equals three? What do you think is going to happen? That somehow she's just suddenly going to want to share you with me?"

"Or maybe share you, with me," Kim whispered. "Why don't you put your considerable charms and patience to work and see if you can show her the tenderness that won me over so quickly, so completely."

"I have a feeling this is going to end up badly," I answered her.

Sleeping Accommodations

"What's going to end up badly?" I heard Amy ask from the doorway.

"Oh honey!" Kim said quickly, pushing up off of me.

"It's getting cold out there. At least with no clothes on. If you let me get some clothes I can go sleep outside and you can take me home tomorrow."

"Oh no. No, no, no," Kim said, walking over to her. "No sweetie. I wanted you here to share this place with us."

"It doesn't look to me like there's a lot of sharing to do. You two seem to have turned it into a fuck fest, and I have no desire to get into that kind of a game," she said with a scowl. "So since there's only one bed, I'll let you two have it and sleep outside."

"Actually, that wouldn't be a very good idea," I said as I got up from the bed and walked toward the door. "In fact, now that it's dark, you probably don't want to be outside unless you have to use the outhouse."

"Why not?"

"One is the bugs. They get really bad after dark. The second is the wildlife. I'm sure you could handle a skunk or raccoon checking on you in the night, but if you woke up with a black bear only feet from you, well let's just say it wouldn't end well."

"Bears? There are BEARS up here!?" Amy practically shouted.

"Yeah. Every once in a while they'll wander right up to the cabin. They're attracted by the smells of food," I said with a shrug.

"No one said ANYTHING about BEARS!" she shouted, clearly agitated, looking at the closed screen door.

I stepped next to her and closed the heavy wooden door behind her. "That's what they make doors for."

"Jesus Kim! BEARS?"

"Adam said they were pretty harmless, unless you're carrying food or something. Then just give the bear what it wants and it'll go away. Hell, it's not all that much worse than a panhandler, is it? Give em what they want and they'll go away! "

"A bear isn't a panhandler!" Amy said sharply.

“Yeah, and Grizzlies are a bigger concern, though, but they are so rare, this close to the ski resort.” I added. “If you have any scent of food on you, they could track you down from miles away.”

It was getting dark in the cabin with the sun quickly going down and only the fire in the fireplace throwing dancing shadows around the cabin walls. I walked to the table and lit the oil lamp hanging above it and turned the wick up to cast a pleasant orangish glow around the room. "Well. Maybe we better heat up some water and clean up before bed," I said as I moved to the stove and used the water jug to fill the big pot on the stove.

"Clean up how?" Amy asked, looking around.

"Sponge bath sweetie!" Kim said with a grin. "You know, it's a lot more fun if you don't do it alone."

"Maybe for you, but if you don't mind I'm more than capable of washing myself," Amy answered, crossing her arms across her chest. "Besides, no one is going to care if I smell like bug spray or not, since I'm not sleeping with you two."

"There's only one bed sweetie. Where do you think you're going to sleep?" Kim asked her.

"Just give me a blanket and I'll sleep on the floor," she said, moving to her suitcase and knocking it over roughly. She unzipped it, pulled out a pair of running type sweat pants and sweat shirt and pulled them on, before digging into the case for a pair of socks. She walked to the bed, pulled one of the several blankets off the bed, walked to the fireplace and lay down on the floor, wrapped in the blanket and curled up.

I shrugged to Kim and didn't say anything before getting our towels and wash rags from where they were hanging. The water wasn't really as warm as I'd like, but it was good enough. I carried it to the corner and poured it into the basin on the little corner table. Kim and I washed each other as we had been doing every night, before drying each other and retiring to the bed. I turned out the oil lamp, stepped to the fireplace and added a couple logs and then stepped over the still awake Amy before climbing into bed with Kim.

Morning came as it usually did up on the mountains, early! There weren't any windows facing east in the cabin for one main reason, because being that high up dawn came long before dawn came down in the valley below. It wasn't a surprise for me to look at my watch and see that it was barely past six AM. I lay snuggled up against Kim, feeling her warm body heat as she felt me move and snuggled her back against me a little tighter. I lay my arm back down around her body and felt her hand pull mine against her soft breast, sighing contentedly as she squeezed my hand against her soft mound. I closed my eyes and tried to not let the feeling of her hot body against mine cause my cock to harden any more than it was, a somewhat lost cause.

I'd been waking up this way all week, my hardening cock starting to press against her thighs until she felt it and moved it between her legs and against her hot wet pussy. I had to admit it was a very pleasant way to start each morning. With my eyes closed my mind was free to picture any number of instances of sex, but seemed most frequently to enjoy playing the image of her sitting astride me in the bottom of the little boat, bouncing wildly up and down my cock, her big tits flying wildly up and down and side to side as she pounded herself down on my shaft over and over. It was an extremely pleasant memory and soon had my dick rock hard, trying to push itself between her legs. She must have felt it and lifted one leg, sliding my hard cock up to her hot wet pussy before letting her leg press down once again, trapping me in a soft hot cave of thigh flesh.

I felt her fingers first, soft and warm, teasing around and under my engorged head as it stuck out slightly between her thighs. Her breathing was still soft and regular, almost as if she were asleep, but her fingers told me another story altogether. She continued to tease my head as she pressed me up against her wet pussy, her fingers slipping occasionally off my head to stroke her own clitoris. Finally she moved her hips slightly, pulling herself away from me enough to press my head up between her wet lips and then back again, my cock slowly sliding into her as her body expanded to accept the intruder.

Her hips rocked slowly, only a few inches, trying not to make the old wooden bed squeak as we made love. In and out I slid, only a very small amount, my cock staying deep inside her. Her breathing changed, as did mine, as she slowly, patiently worked both of us toward climax. It was almost impossible to not push back at her as each stroke slid my cock deep inside her and caressed my head and shaft. Her pussy was almost a perfect fit in this position, my head gently bumping the end of her tunnel with each stroke.

"Oh fuck," she whispered as we drew closer, her pussy clearly wetter with each passing moment. I squeezed and kneaded her breast, my finger and thumb occasionally pinching and twis

Runways: Part 4

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Fri, 15 May 2026 21:54:00 +0000

Runways: Part 4

Amy’s Trip to the Rockies

By m storyman x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"All I know is she wanted you to follow the directions in the note. I have no idea what it is, but as long as it doesn't crash the plane, I'd say it'd be best to do them. I mean you know how damn irritating she can get when her suggestions aren't followed."

"Suggestions? Is that what you call em?"

"She thinks they're suggestions." I chuckled.

"She does?"

"Yeah." I said.

"So. In the last three days, you two have, what? Chatted?"

"Well, there isn't all that much to do up there if you don't fish or hike, and you know how much she loves the outdoors."

"Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if she'd even go outside at all if she could avoid it." Amy said.

"I understand. So what's the note say?"

"Just some personal stuff."

"Personal stuff?" I persisted.

"Yeah. You know. Personal stuff."

"Okay. So that personal stuff made me fly all the way back to Chicago, not counting the nearly two hours of a rough Jeep ride down the mountain and back up. I'd kinda like to know what kind of personal stuff was so important."

"She's mad at me." Amy admitted.

"About?" I asked as I leveled the plane off at fifteen thousand feet. "Hang on a second. "Chicago center. X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven level at fifteen thousand."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Contact Minneapolis center on three two one point three zero. Have a good day!"

"Roger Chicago center. Switching to Minneapolis center on three two one three zero." I answered. Before turning back to Amy. "So why's she mad at you?"

"Because of you."

"Me?" I asked.

"Uh huh. You told her that I would sleep with you for a weekend if you took her with you."

"Yeah. I did. Just kinda came out in a discussion." I explained.

"A discussion? Must have been some discussion."

"Actually, it was an angry one. But then that first day we had more than one of those."

"I take it she didn't much like the trip?"

"She didn't like the ride up to the cabin, she didn't like that there's no indoor plumbing, she didn't like that there's no cell phone service up there, no electricity, and no computer. Should I go on? It only took me about five minutes and I'd had enough and threw her in the lake. The conversation came later."

"So you what? Threatened to bring her home and she's now refusing?"

"Something like that. Said she wasn't going anywhere until I went and got you. So here I am."

"So here we are," she agreed. "What was so bad about the ride to the cabin?"

I looked over at her sitting in her high heels and light weight mini-dress, the front plunge neckline cut down well below her very hefty breasts, thinking just how much fun I was going to have on the drive up the mountain, since that particular style dress pretty much prevented wearing any kind of bra. I'd always thought she had pretty nice looking tits, though I'd never seen them bare. I suspected that before the day was out I would.

We made good time and soon landed at Crested Butte. Ten minutes of work to prep the plane for storage again and we were off in the well-worn Jeep. As the wind whipped around through the missing doors it kept blowing her skirt up her legs. I couldn't help but grin to myself at the sight of her lacy pink panties, the hard cock growing in my shorts. While I found Kim attractive, physically, I found Amy attractive in many more ways. I'd always wondered why she's spurned my obvious flirts, until Kim dropped the bomb on me that the two of them were more than just friends, but lovers as well. But even knowing that didn't stop my body from reacting to the attraction I felt for her.

I turned off the highway and onto the gravel road, the Jeep bouncing and jolting at each hole, making her large tits bounce enticingly in the dress top. My stiff cock was almost uncomfortable in my shorts by the time I pulled off the gravel onto the winding dirt track I called a road up to the cabin. We bounced and jostled over the rough track, Amy's lovely boobs bouncing clear out of the top of her dress every so often.

"It's getting late. We should have stopped for supper," she said, hanging onto the seat with one hand and the windshield with the other

"Not a problem. Kim said she'd have dinner ready when we got back," I said as I gripped the wheel with both hands as I approached the same log that Kim had stripped at.

"Kim? Cook? You do live dangerously!" she said as the front wheels launched over the log, the Jeep coming down hard on the other side. I eased the rear wheels up to the log and bounced over it, stopping on the other side. I shut the engine down, letting the sounds of the wind through the pines waft over us.

"So. This is pretty much where it started."

"Where what started?" Amy was confused.

"The conversations. She was having some wardrobe trouble, kind of like you," I said nodding down toward the front of her dress where one of her large round breasts had shifted enough to completely expose one of her nipples and about half of her areola.

She looked down, squeaked a little and pulled her dress top to cover her exposed nipple. "Sorry about that," she mumbled, blushing a little.

"No need to apologize. I've been enjoying the view," I answered honestly. "Anyway, she was having more trouble than that, and I said I'd let her change into something more appropriate. Surprisingly, her version of more appropriate was to get completely naked."

"She stripped? Right here?"

"Uh huh. Rode the rest of the way up to the cabin naked. Worked out okay though. That way she didn't have a lot of wet clothes when I threw her in the lake."

"Well, she's been seen by a lot of guys naked. I guess you're just one more on the list."

"Yeah. Sorta. I agreed that it wasn't fair and let her convince me to strip too."

"You? You stripped naked with her?"

"Well, after her, but yeah," I said suddenly feeling a little self conscious.

"And she wanted you to?" Amy marveled.

"She said it was the fair thing to do."

"Sometimes I don't understand her."

"Well, you'll understand this less then. She wanted you to do the same thing. Something about if you showed up at the cabin dressed that she'd personally throw You into the lake, and the lake isn't exactly warm."

"She wants me to strip? In front of you?"

"That's what she said."

"And if I don't?"

"You get thrown in the lake, and just so you know, the lake temperature right now is about sixty degrees."

"And what? You're supposed to just sit there and watch me?"

"Nope. I'm supposed to strip with you." I added.

"Wait. She wants both of us to get naked? What's she thinking?"

"She's your boss. You tell me." I rebutted.

"Well, I'm not going to! Not in front of you!" she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

I looked down at my watch. "Well, we've got plenty of time. You made better time to the airport than I expected," I said, leaning back and putting one foot up on the hump between the seats.

She sat for long seconds, her arms crossed in front of her. "Why?" she finally asked.

"Why what?"

"Why do I have to get naked?"

"I guess because she wants you too."

"I think it's just to humiliate me."

"Humiliate you? How so? I mean weren't you the one that suggested that you'd have sex with me for a whole weekend to get me to take her on vacation with me? I mean, come on now. Getting undressed in front of me is now somehow humiliating? You'd have to have gotten undressed in front of me for that, right?"

"Well. Yeah."

"So getting undressed to get me to take her wouldn't be, but getting undressed after I did, is?"

"That does sound kind of stupid, doesn't it?" Amy admitted.

"Uh huh."

"So you have to get undressed too?" She said, not quite believing my claims.

"That's what she said."

"Okay. So you go first." Amy negotiated.

"Alright. As long as you realize that I'm not moving this Jeep until you're naked," I said as I moved to climb out of the Jeep. I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it on the seat, quickly skimming my shorts off and tossing them on the pile I was making. I took a quick, deep breath and pushed down my boxer briefs, my hard cock poking out and waving around as I lifted each leg to step out of my underwear. I added the underwear to the pile and then moved the whole pile between the seats. "Okay. Your turn," I said as I sat back down in the bucket seat, my dick sticking up like a flag pole.

She sat, staring at my engorged shaft and mushroom head. "God you're hard. Are you turned on by this? By me getting naked?"

"A bit," I answered honestly. "I mean you know that I've been attracted to you since I met you. I’ve been upfront about that. Having your tits popping out of that dress all the way up here hasn't hurt any either."

The Requisite Nude Arrival

"God damn. Men are all the same. Fine. You wanna see me naked?" she asked as she undid her seat belt and stepped out of the Jeep. She quickly pulled the dress up and over her head, tossing it between the seats before reaching down and pushing the tiny pink lace panties down and off, her easily D cup tits swinging side to side as she stepped from foot to foot. Her nipples were nearly as large around as my index finger, sticking out almost as far as they were wide, each one centered in the middle of a three inch or larger pink circle of puckered areola. Her stomach was trim, but not muscular, and her thighs looked creamy and soft. Unlike Kim, she wasn't uniformly tanned, leaving large cream colored triangle shaped patches on each breast and between her legs. Unlike Kim, she wasn't shaved, but had a nicely trimmed little arrow of dark auburn curls pointing toward her fat puffy pussy lips.

I lost sight of her below the waist as she walked around the Jeep, stopping at the door space next to my seat. "Well? You wanna do it here?"

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

She stepped to the side and rested her hands on the back fender, bending over and sticking her ass out, her big tits swinging below her chest. "That's the idea isn't it? That's what all you guys want. Get em naked and then fuck em? Well, I promised you a fuck, why not come get it?"

I shook my head in amazement. "You know. This is the kind of thing I'd have expected from Kim. Not you. You've always been nice, sweet, gentle. This... This is... This is just not the YOU I've seen."

"Well, it's the me you get when you wanna treat me like a piece of meat. So come fuck me and get it over with."

I didn't bother to move from my seat. "Yeah. I'd love to have sex with you. But not like this," I said shaking my head.

"Why not? You're a guy, right? Isn't that the goal? Strip um and fuck um?"

"Not all guys are like that. I’m surprised by your bigoted prejudices"

"The hell they aren't," she said as she straightened up and started back around the Jeep. She climbed in and buckled her seat belt. "Well. I'm naked. Let's go."

"If you say so." I answered, reaching down and starting the engine. I was more than a little surprised at her sudden change in demeanor, and I had no idea what had caused it. Since I'd known her she'd been nothing but sweet. While the naked thing, suggested by Kim, was supposed to be a bit of an ice breaker between the two of us, something that Kim THOUGHT that Amy wanted. Now I wasn't so sure. Maybe going to get her had been a big mistake. Maybe something in the note, which I hadn't read, and now wished I had, was provoking this response. Either way, I wasn't nearly as turned on as I was only minutes ago. Even watching her bare breasts bounce and sway as we made our way up the rough road wasn't having the effect on me one would expect. No, suddenly I wasn't convinced that the rest of the week was going to be all that my mind had conjured up. "So. What did her note say?" I asked as we bounced through a particularly deep rut.

"Just some stuff," she said evasively.

"Is that what's got you upset?" I asked, gripping the wheel tightly and glancing over at her.

"Partly."

"Partly? What's the other part?"

"You." She blurted.

"Me? What did I do?"

"Well, for one thing, you weren't exactly honest with me."

I was pretty sure I knew what she was talking about, me telling her it was an emergency to get her out here. But I wasn't going to offer.

"How so?" I asked, instead.

She twisted herself in her seat and glared at me. "You said this was an emergency. Somehow, getting naked in the woods with you doesn't FEEL like an emergency. You also got naked with Kim. That by itself isn't exactly normal. Have you been fucking her too?"

I stopped the Jeep and looked over at her. "I thought you two were lovers. What makes you think that she'd even have any interest in having sex with a guy, let alone me?"

"Just the fact that she told you that, makes me believe something else is going on here. She wouldn't say that unless you'd tried to push yourself on her. Is that what made her so mad? You got naked around her and couldn't keep your hands off of her? I thought you were different. I though you weren't like other guys, wanting to get into her pants just because of how she looks. How could I have been so wrong?"

"I think you better ask her," I answered with a frown, dropping the Jeep into a lower gear and letting out the clutch again. I was suddenly glad that the cabin was only a couple more turns away.

We rolled into the grassy front yard of the cabin, the road just sort of ending where the ground leveled out. Kim must have heard us drive in, stepping out of the door as we rolled to a stop a dozen yards from the front porch. She was wearing high heel wedges. and a flowery, flowing dress that was semi-sheer, her body teasingly visible through the thin material. Somehow she'd managed to get her hair done up and makeup on so that she looked every bit the model as she did when she stepped onto the plane four days ago.

"AMY!" Kim said cheerfully as she stepped off the porch toward us. "Oh. I see that Adam took my suggestion. Did you enjoy the drive up naked as much as I did?"

"Your suggestion? I thought it was an order. A direct command," Amy said sharply, as she looked over at me climbing out of the Jeep.

"Well, suggestion, order. They're pretty much the same, aren't they?"

"Not so much," Amy said as she slipped out of the seat. "So how much has he taken advantage of you?" Amy wanted to know.

"Taken advantage of me? Why would you think such a thing? He has been the consummate gentleman. He's shown me things that I had no idea existed, and he's included me in things that I never thought I'd do."

Amy looked at me as Kim hooked an arm around her shoulders and drew her toward the cabin while I pulled her suitcase from the back of the Jeep. "He didn't force himself on you? Make you have sex with him?"

Kim laughed. "Make me? When has any man ever MADE me have sex with them?"

"But you told him about us. You told him about our relationship," Amy said in confusion as Kim led her into the one room cabin with me following behind her with her suitcase.

"I did. I thought it was important for him to know, if we were going to be sleeping together. Adam is trustworthy. He earned my trust, and more importantly, my respect."

"Sleeping together as in sleeping, or sleeping together as in fucking?" Amy asked.

"Yes," Kim answered simply.

"So he did force himself on you!"

"Certainly Not!" Kim answered. "No. he didn't. In fact, the first time we did anything we were laying on the top of the mountain in the sun and I asked him, actually I pulled his hand between my legs, and he fingered me off to a very pleasant orgasm. Sex didn't come until later."

"So you asked him for sex?"

"I did. And to his credit, he even resisted. He was a perfect gentleman that first night. Even rolling over so that I had privacy while I cleaned up. I wasn't exactly used to washing myself in a little pan of hot water, but I made due. The next day we went on a hike and he showed me the top of the mountain. That's where we played with each other. And yes, it was My request. Even then, with me laying completely naked next to him, my hand rubbing his quite pleasant cock, he still didn't press me for sex. It wasn't until after the storm and getting warmed up by the fire that I made love to him. I took the initiative and yes my sweet Amy, I made love to him right here in front of the fireplace."

"But you swore off men years ago."

"As did you. Do you remember why?"

"Yeah. Men are thick headed jerks that want nothing more than to bang you and leave you like a used piece of trash," Amy said with a frown.

"We were wrong, Amy. Not all men are that way. Some are even pretty decent. But there are some that are even more than decent. The one thing that Adam did that really changed my mind about him was that he threw me in the lake!"

"And that told you he was a nice guy? Hell it sounds like he was being mean."

"On the contrary," Kim said as she started moving around the small room, setting plates on the table. "I was the one being mean. In fact, I was being a royal pain in his ass. And because of that, he threw me in the lake. He’s a man of his word.”

"Doesn't sound like a very nice thing to do."

Kim pulled a tray from the ice box and carried it to the small counter by the stove. "Actually, it was exactly what he said he'd do. And he did it, despite the fact that I could have fired his ass for it!" she said as she lit two burners on the stove.

"What are you doing," Naked Amy asked, stepping over to the stove to see what Kim was doing.

"Cooking dinner. Fried potatoes and fresh trout."

"But you don't know how to cook!"

"I know how to cook this. Adam taught me. Very patiently I might add," Kim said with a smile. "And you know what? The fish? I caught them and cleaned them myself!" she said proudly.

"You? You went fishing?"

"I did. Adam taught me how to cast the fly and coached me. I caught all three of these," she said with a smile. "I never knew something like that could be so much fun!"

Amy looked at me in confusion. "So this isn't an emergency where you're refusing to come home until I come get you?"

"Well. In honesty, I wouldn't call it an emergency. But yes. I was refusing to come home until you came," Kim answered as she carefully placed potato slices into the oil she'd poured in one of the big cast iron pans. "Now you and Adam go sit on the bed while I cook."

"On the bed?" Amy asked.

"Of course. It's much more comfortable than these hard wooden chairs," she said, as she turned toward me.

"Go on Adam. Out of the kitchen! I mean it. Go sit with her on the bed. No better yet, why don't you lay down with her. Much more comfortable. And before you ask, Amy, no, you can not put any clothes on." Kim gave clear orders.

"Why?" Amy asked, her brow furled.

"Because. Since you two met several months ago, he's had a thing for you. He tried to ask you out, but th

Runways: Part 3

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Thu, 14 May 2026 21:54:00 +0000

Runways: Part 3

A Mountaintop Experience

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"So where are we headed?" the supermodel asked as we walked across the grassy yard of the cabin towards the tree line.

"Someplace special," was all I answered, as I aimed us for the small trail that looked like it led around the lake. The hike wasn't long, only about a half an hour, but it was up hill all the way. We finally broke free of the pines at the base of a barren rocky hillside. I held a hand out for her. "Let me help you here. I don't want you to fall."

"Okay, but this hike is getting me too damned hot." she answered. She pulled her gauze white blouse over her head and tied it around her slender waist. Then taking my hand and letting me help her up the rock strewn hillside.

I had a hard time not paying attention to the way her tits swung and bounced with each step, turning my cock once again rock hard before we had made it even a portion of the way up the hill, on my father’s mountaintop land. But we continued climbing, little trickles of sweat running down her naked top, down between and around her breasts as we climbed. She was clearly not used to this kind of effort, but I had to admit, for a change she made no complaint. "Here we are." I said as I let go of her hand and stood on the top of the rocky hill, able to look all the way around us. "This is the top of the mountain. Highest point around. Well except for those peaks over there. But they're way too steep to climb without special gear. This is the top of what the locals call baldy.

"It's beautiful! You can see for miles," she said, moving slowly around me, looking in every direction at the land laid out far below us. "It's like being on an airplane without the airplane!"

"Yeah. Sorta is, isn't it? Ready for some lunch?"

"I am!" She said as she came over and sat down next to me on the rock. I dug in the bag and pulled out sandwiches and bottles of water. "That's yours," she said, pointing to the one made on rye. "I think I heard someplace you liked rye bread."

"I do actually. Thank you!" I answered, smiling at her and taking the sandwich from her. "You know. I think this is the nicest you've been to me since I've known you."

"Thank you. Self-preservation I guess. I don't want to get thrown in that damn lake again," she said with a giggle.

"Well, I haven't seen any reason to do it again, so...mission accomplished."

"Adam," she said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I know you don't particularly like me. But I want to thank you for bringing me up here."

"Aw hell. I don't dislike you. I just didn't expect you to be quite so..."

"Bitchy?" She finished for me.

"Yeah, bitchy." I agreed. "When you relax and try to be a normal person you can be quite... Not sure what word to use there."

"Captivating... alluring... sexy...enticing?" She suggested, each time getting a shake of my head.

"Pleasant."

"Pleasant?" she asked curiously.

"Uh huh. Pleasant.” I elaborated. “Pleasant to look at, pleasant to be around, pleasant to talk to. Pleasant."

"Hmm, I would have thought your description would be more sexual than that. Most guys are."

"I'll admit you're hot, but well, the idea of sex isn't exactly the first thing I'd say I think about when I see you."

"That hardon you had while we were cleaning fish didn't say you weren't thinking about sex. And the hardon you have now doesn't say you aren't interested in sex."

"Are you enticing, sexually? Of course you are. That's why you get paid what you do. Guys look at you and they wanna fuck you." I answered.

"But you don't? Come on. With that hardon?"

"Okay. I'll admit it. My body is interested in exploring your dark damp spaces. But to be honest, I'm actually just enjoying being able to share something like this view with you as a regular person, not a multi-million dollar super model."

"If I was a regular person, would you want to fuck me?"

"God what is it with you and fuck? Do you know any other way to say it?” I asked, looking into her eyes. “ Fucking is what you do with someone you don't care about."

"So what do you want me to call it?"

"Have sex, make love. Either work, if you care about a person. If not, I suppose fucking is as good a word as any to say it."

Kim suddenly stood up and undid the front of her shorts. She pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them so she was naked except for her shoes.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she leaned down and started undoing the front of my shorts.

"Getting you naked," she said as if that were the most natural thing in the world to do at that moment.

"Why?" I asked, reaching for her hand to stop her.

"For the simple reason that you don't want to fuck me."

"So, you want to get me naked why then?"

She let go of my pants and stood over me, straightening up and looking around. "Actually, I thought you might want to just lay here in the sun naked with me. Because we can. We have the luxury of wonderful privacy, thanks to your family’s wonderful cabin and land. You don't have to though. I understand," she said, stepping across me and sitting on the rock again. She lay back and closed her eyes, letting her body soak in the sun on her front and heat from the rock on her back side. “This nudity is awesome! Now I think I understand the naturalists!”

I looked at her for long seconds, trying to understand her. I stood up next to her and pushed my shorts off, freeing my rock hard cock to stick out in the sunshine. I skimmed off my t-shirt and dropped it next to my shorts and then lay down next to her in the sun.

I lost track of how long we lay there, the sun baking the two of us. I started to think that maybe I'd get a good burn laying here too long and was about to suggest that we head back down when I felt her hand find mine. She stroked the back of my hand with her fingers, gently teasing her finger tips and nails on my skin. I lay there for long minutes as she stroked my hand before she wrapped her fingers around my hand and drew it up off the rock to her body, placing it gently on her hip, moving her fingers from around it back to the back of my hand again, stroking my hand as my palm and fingers lay on her bare skin. I really didn't know what she expected or wanted, and I really didn't want to ruin the surprisingly pleasant mood she had been in.

She gently used her fingers to coax my hand more onto her body, working it closer to her bare mound until she had coaxed my finger to rest on the firm hump only inches from her pussy.

"Would you like to touch me?" She asked softly.

"Do you want me to?"

"I wouldn't mind if you did," she said a little breathlessly, her hand leaving mine and reaching across to gently rest on me, her finger tips brushing my long since softened cock.

"Kim. Are you horny?" I whispered.

"Yes," she whispered back. "I really want to come but i want you to do it."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"No, but I do." I answered her.

"What if I can't explain it?"

"When you can, tell me." I whispered, starting to draw my hand away from her.

"No! Please!" She practically begged, grabbing my hand with her other hand. She held my hand and pulled it down toward the juncture of her legs, spreading her legs and moving one across mine to give my hand access to her pussy. "Please," She whispered.

I nodded, as much to myself as to her, and gently let my fingers stroke her surprisingly wet pussy lips. I felt her wetness as I dipped one finger between her lips, feeling her slick hot juices. She moaned softly, her fingers now stroking along my hardening cock, teasing along its length, concentrating on and around my head as my fingers gently stroked up and down her lips. I let my finger tease just into the entrance to her tunnel and then up to her clit, her hips trying to lift off the rocks toward my fingers with each stroke.

"Do you like touching me?" She whispered breathlessly as her hand wrapped around my hard cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "So you like me touching you?"

"Uh huh." I answered honestly.

"I'm glad. I like how you feel too," she said softly. I concentrated on her clit, still sliding my finger down to her tunnel entrance and back again, but spending longer and longer each trip circling and teasing her clit, her hips lifting and rocking, her body wiggling and writhing on the rocks as my fingers drove her body closer and closer to climax. "Oh gawd, Adam. You're going to make me come!" She moaned loudly. "You're going to make me come."

While I was stroking her pussy she was busy stroking my cock, her hand moving slowly up and down my shaft, sliding all the way up to my head and over it, pushing my under used cock closer to shooting as well. "Shit. I'm going to come." I groaned, trying to hold back while I concentrated on her clit.

"Do it!" She moaned loudly. "Let me make you come too! Oh shit I'm so close. So close."

"Oh Fuck!" I grunted loudly as my orgasm hit, my hips bucking up off the rocks and shooting a stream of cum into the air, gravity taking hold and drawing it back down to land on my cock and her hand before another shot could lance up into the air.

"Oh god. You're coming!" She cried softly as she felt my cock surging in her hand, her own climax deciding at that moment to unleash its chemical cocktail of hormones into her blood stream, making her whole body shake and tremble. "Fuck!" She groaned as she held my cock, her own body climaxing and leaking her juices between her legs onto the hot rocks.

I lay there, still stroking her clit, not really able to pay all that much attention to what I was doing as my own climax surged through me, pumping shot after shot of cum out to collect on my chest, cock and her hand. She reached down to my hand and pressed hers over mine, stopping my motions but holding my fingers to her hot wet pussy.

We lay there panting for long minutes before she let go of my cock and hand, pushing herself up onto one elbow to look at me. She leaned herself toward me, her tits pressing against my side and chest as she brought her face toward mine, her lips gently kissing my lips, her tongue teasing my lips softly. I kissed her back, letting her choose the pace and duration. She finally chose to break the long soft sensual kiss, holding her lips barely brushing against mine as she whispered a single short statement. "Thank you." Her eyes looking deeply into mine

Thought she was done, but to my surprise she tilted her body over farther, her lips kissing my chest and then one of my nipples. She gently, slowly kissed her way down my body, finding the remains of my cum on my chest and gently licking it off of my skin before kissing lower. I couldn't help but get hard again at her attentions, my cock, growing in her hand as she kissed and licked closer and closer to it. The woman had a huge appetite for sensual pleasures.

"You sure you want to do that?" I asked as she opened her mouth and closed it around my head, engulfing me with her hot lips. In response she swirled her tongue around my head, teasing me and gently moving her mouth up and down my shaft, teasing my again hard cock even harder as she stroked my shaft with her hand and lips. "Oh god." I groaned as she worked my cock slowly, teasingly. Her hot mouth teased my head and her tongue worked under and around my head, trying to find where I was most sensitive, and locating that spot with her tongue when I suddenly jerked in response to her touch. "Oh damn." Groaned, noticing a sound in the background, but not quite making the connection to anything more than another groan coming from my lips.

"Oh god Kim." I groaned softly, my hips trying to lift toward her mouth as she worked my shaft. "So damn good."

"Oh!" She cried suddenly, pulling her mouth from my cock.

I didn't need to ask. I knew exactly what surprised her before I could ask. The cold drops started large and slow, the mixture of sun and ice cold rain drops a huge surprise.

"Shit!" I grunted, sitting up and looking around. I could see it now. I'd heard the thunder and not connected the danger. Being on a mountain top weather wasn't what one expected. The sun was still shining from the west, but the clouds rolling up the mountain side from the north were just starting to top the mountain, the updraft carrying the first drops of rain up into the air to fall on us miles from the edge of the clouds. "We have to go!" I said abruptly, standing up and grabbing the backpack. I stuffed our clothes into the pack and grabbed her hand. "Now!" I said sternly.

"I'm not afraid of a little rain. Slow down!" She said, pulling back at me.

"Kim, you're not going to be in a gentle rain. And it's not going to be particularly warm." I said as I tried to pull her along. "You're at the top of a mountain. In a few minutes were going to be inside the clouds that are making this rain and what falls is going to feel like liquid ice. Think thawed blizzard." I said, pulling her without stopping.

"Oh shit." Kim answered as the first wisps of cloud blew across the landscape in front of us. We were still a ways from the trees when the heavier fog rolled in over us, almost immediately chilling us with its clinging moisture.

"Come on." I said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to where I knew the trees had to be, even though we couldn't see them for the thick fog. I preferred the fog, knowing what was coming next. I'd been caught in one of these on the lake once, only a short fifteen minutes from the cabin, but it was a miserable fifteen minutes that took hours to feel like I had warmed up from. This time we were a lot farther away and a whole lot less dressed.

"You know where the trail is?" Kim asked with concern.

"Yeah," I lied, "Just watch your step and we'll be fine." At least I thought I knew where the trail was, I just wasn't positive we hadn't wandered off target towards the cliff or the other direction toward the long slope that would take us eventually down to the lodge a couple thousand feet lower. We'd never even see it in this fog and if we could we'd have hypothermia long before we got there. "Stupid. I should have watched closer." I muttered as we walked, a few small trees appearing in front of us.

"You couldn't know it was coming." Kim said as larger trees started to appear though the fog.

"My job to watch. You couldn’t know, but I’ve made this mistake before. It’s something you vow to never let happen again. That is, if you survive the first time." I answered, as I turned us a bit farther to my right, hoping to find the trail ahead of me. "I let myself get distracted. I hadn't planned on staying up there that long."

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm not blaming you."

"But I am." I said, angry at myself.

She frowned at me and almost snapped at me. "Knock it off. I'm a big girl. I can make my own choices. You don't have to protect me. I didn't ask for you to protect me. I asked for you to share something with me. Something I wanted and something I enjoyed. So we get a little cold on the way home. Deal with it!"

Kim’s Hypothermic Therapy

"Keep that thought." I muttered as I finally found the gap in the trees that heralded the trail. Forty minutes later we walked out of the woods into clearing of the cabin, both of us shivering uncontrollably in the torrential downpour of icy drops. Kim had been stumbling for the last half mile, her legs losing their coordination, the first sign of serious hypothermia. I carried her the last 200 feet to the cabin. We stumbled into the cabin and I dropped her into one of the chairs and grabbed a towel from my bag and moved to her, rubbing her body all over and then grabbing the heavy wool quilt and wrapping it around her.

Still shivering myself, I used the sticks in the firewood box next to the fireplace to build a small fire, my hands almost shaking too hard to get the match struck. The small flame grew in the sticks and I carefully fed larger sticks and then small pine logs onto the fire, allowing it to quickly grow so that I didn't have to huddle over it to feel its heat. With the flames growing larger I stripped off the wet clothing that was robbing my body’s heat. I stepped to the chair and scooped Kim from it, drawing her with me to the bearskin rug in front of the fire. I peeled the blanket from around her shivering body and pulled her to me, pressing her bare skin against mine. I sat on the thick fur rug, then reached a hand up to Kim, to come lay on my chest. Then I wrapped the wool quilt over the two of us and lay down across the front of the fire, letting the heat slowly warm the quilt and the two of us inside it. I closed my eyes, my arms wrapped around her, holding her chest against mine, our legs tangled together in the blanket as we shivered together. The shakes soon turned into drowsiness.

Her kisses woke me. Soft, gentle, caring. Soft sweet tender kisses on my cheeks, my nose and my lips, each one slow and unhurried. As I became more awake I could feel that we had warmed, no longer feeling the cold of the rain but the heat of the fire still seeping through the blanket. She’d slid over to my side, with one of her naked legs slung over mine. I could also feel her hand between us, wrapped around my cock, gently, slowly, tenderly stroking me as she kissed me.

"Kim." I started to say, as I rolled a bit to face her.

"Shush," she whispered before planting another soft kiss on my lips to quiet me.

I felt her push with one leg, gently returning me onto my back, leaving her partly on top of me. She continued her kisses, softly and seductively kissing my lips as she teased my cock harder by the moment, finally using her knees to lift her hips up from mine, her soft tits still pressed against my chest. I felt her slide herself up my body as she pushed my dick down between her legs, guiding my engorged head to her wet lips. I felt emotionally safe with her. She’d become a completely different person in less than 24 hours.

"Kim." I whispered as she straddled over me, then pushed herself back, letting go of my shaft and sliding her arm up my body to rest on the furry rug next to my body.

"Shush," she half whispered, half moaned as she pushed herself back down my body, lowering her mouth to mine and pressing her lips to mind as my cock was slowly enveloped by her hot cunt. "Yum" she moaned as she lifted her chest from mine, and worked her knees up next to my hips.

"Oh damn." I moaned as she lifted her lips from mine, her hips slowly rocking up and down, sliding her pussy on and off my rigid dick, working me deeper and deeper into her tunnel.

"That's it. Just enjoy. Let me do this, please," she whispered. She was making love to me. Not just desiring sex. She wanted to please me.

I was beyond wanting to stop her. Between her attentions on the mountain top and her attentions now, my body was more than ready to let her have her way. I let my hands slide up her hips and sides, reaching for her breasts. She grinned down at me and one by one, reached for my hands and pulled them away from her breasts, moving them to next to my own head and holding them there, clasped with her own as she slowly rocked on me, her rock hard nipples grazing back and forth across my chest with each stroke.

"Does it feel good Adam?"

"Very!" I groaned back as she continued to stroke on and off of me, the heat from the fire and the heat from our bodies making us both sweat in our loose cocoon. I could feel her soft tunnel stroking my shaft, teasing my engorged head with

Runways: Part 2

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Wed, 13 May 2026 21:54:00 +0000

Runways: Part 2

The Taming of the Shrew

"I told you what I'd do if you pissed me off." I said as she walked past me.

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"That water was fucking cold!"

"Uh huh. Matches your attitude. I think if I were you I'd warm it up a bit or you might be sleeping out in the jeep."

"You wouldn't!"

"The hell I wouldn't." I said with a scowl. "Remember the rules. This is my fucking vacation. You're along because I said you could, not to baby or pamper you or put up with your diva shit. If you don't like it, the road works two ways.

"Fine! I'm outa here!" She said stomping off toward the jeep. She climbed into the front seat and turned the key, the jeep lurching forward before coming to a stop again. "What's wrong with this thing?"

"It's a stick shift." I said with a frown as I turned and walked back into the cabin.

"Okay. So I don't know how to make it work," she said quietly as she came in and closed the door quietly behind herself.

"Not surprised. Come eat." I said, dishing some chili from the pot on the stove into two bowls. I was starved, having not gotten any lunch and it was already half way to dinner. I sat down and dug into my bowl, ignoring her.

She slipped gently into the seat across from me and meekly apologized. "I'm sorry," she said barely above a whisper.

"Forgiven." I said simply, pushing a bowl of chili across the table toward her. "Better eat."

She looked at the bowl cautiously. "Is it organic?"

"Nope. Just plain cow and beans and spices." I answered.

"I don't eat much meat," she said quietly, looking at the bowl as if it might bite her.

"Well, then you're probably going to be hungry a lot of the time, because I didn't bring a whole lot of vegetables and crap like that." I said, reaching out to hand her a spoon.

She took the spoon and gingerly scooped a small bite from the bowl, lifting it to her lips and tentatively tasting it. A few moments later the spoon was emptied and headed back for another trip. "This is good," she said with a little surprise in her voice.

"Thank you."

"You made it?"

"Uh huh."

"I didn't know you could cook."

"You never asked." I answered with a shrug.

"I don't know how," she said quietly.

"Guess you're going to have to learn." I answered her, looking at her face pointed down at the bowl almost as if she were ashamed to admit she couldn't cook. "Not to worry. I won't let you starve. Eat up now. Maybe I'll teach you how to fish."

She looked up at me curiously and then back down at the bowl, scooping another spoon of chili.

"Adam. Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" I asked between bites.

"This. Here. Me?"

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "As a favor to Amy."

"You like her, don't you?"

"Yeah. She's nice. Not interested in me, but nice just the same."

"She might be interested in you. She talks about you. I've heard her say your name when she comes."

I looked at her in surprise. "Huh? She does what?"

"She sometimes says your name when we're fucking. You did know didn't you? That she was lesbian, right?"

"Uh, no. I didn't. Explains a lot though."

"Sorry," she said softly.

"Well, at least I know where I stand... with both of you," I answered her between bites of my chili.

"Don't assume. The main reason I don't do guys is that I hate having the guys coming on to me all the time. Makes me feel dirty or something. Seems like every guy on the planet wants to get into my panties."

"Can you blame them? I mean hell, you're one of the hottest looking women on the planet. You could have the pick of any guy you want."

"Who says I want a guy?"

"We all assume that, until you prove to us different."

"Is that why you don't try to come on to me? Or is it professional ethics?" I chuckled and didn't answer her, but continued eating my chili. "Come on. I know you're turned on by how I look. I saw that boner on the way up here."

"Didn't say your body didn't turn my body on. Hell, sitting here looking at your bare tits turns my cock on. I'll admit that."

"But you don't want to come on to me?"

"Not particularly."

"Why?"

"When I took this job, I thought about it. Shit I had a hard boner the whole time on those first few photo shoots I flew you too. But I stopped going to them and stayed with the plane because it just wasn't that interesting any longer."

"Why not?"

"You really want me to tell you?"

"Yes! I do!"

I set my spoon down and leaned back in my chair. "Even if it hurts your feelings?"

She was silent for several long seconds. "Yes, even if it hurts my feelings."

"Because the longer I knew you the more I realized that you had a personality that was less than attractive."

"What do you mean?"

"You act like a class A bitch. No one likes a bitch, especially a guy. Anyone I know that's gotten to know you feels the same way." I said.

"Well, as you say, at least I know where I stand," she said tilting her head up defiantly.

"No. You don't. I fly you because I need the money. You're here screwing up my vacation, the vacation that I've been planning for six months because Amy begged me to take you. You had a stress attack. Your body tried to shut itself down because you're over stressed and under rested. She's afraid of something happening to you. She wanted you to get away and relax so badly that she offered to spend a whole weekend having sex with me, just so that I'd take you along."

"She did?!"

"She did. But I told her no. I only agreed to take you because she threatened to find another pilot to fly you while I was gone, so you're here so that I don't lose my job as your pilot."

She got up from the table and walked to the cabin door. "Well you don't have to worry. I won't fire you, and since I'm stuck here with you I won't be flying with anyone else. So you're safe. You don't have to worry about being nice to me or doing anything for me. You clearly don't want me here, so you do what you need and I'll just find something to keep me busy," she said before turning and walking out the door. The rejection she felt was deep & profound.

I shook my head, leaned over my bowl and finished the last few bites. I cleaned up both our dishes, put the food in what served as a refrigerator in the small cabin, and then dug into my gear, pulling on some shorts and a shirt and then getting out my fishing gear. It took me about ten minutes to get my rods put together, threaded and my artificial baits organized to go fish.

I saw her sitting on the shore, still naked, looking out at the lake as I walked to the little boat. I flipped it over, put the little electric motor and the oars in the boat and then went back to the cabin for the battery. I lugged the fifty plus pound battery out to the boat, settled it into the back and then attached the cables. She was still sitting against the tree as I pushed off and headed out onto the lake to fish.

It was dark by the time I came in. The moon was already up, and while not full, it provided plenty of light for me to make it to shore and then to the cabin. I reached into my pocket for the lighter that I knew was there as I headed for the porch. I pulled the lantern down from the hook on the porch, pumped it up, having checked to be sure it had fuel in it before I left. I held the lighter to the hole in the side of the lantern and it puffed to life, the yellow flame quickly changing to blue and then bright white as the mantel did its job converting the gas flame into a more refined reaction.

I picked up the lantern and walked into the cabin, the light filling the small cabin and illuminating Kim sitting in one of the three chairs in the room, wrapped in a blanket, her knees pulled up to her chest with the blanket wrapped around herself.

"You're back," she said barely above a whisper.

"Uh huh. You could have lit a lantern." I told her. “The lone skylight I installed over the table had ceased to illuminate anything, this late in the day.

"I didn't know how," she said with a frown on her face. "Seems like I don't know a lot of things."

Kim’s Humble Apprenticeship

"Well, come here." I said as I pulled an oil lamp down off the wall. "Matches are here." I said, stepping to the fireplace and pulling open a box of wooden matches, sitting on the mantle.

“Gawd, this fur rug is huge! What animal was it,” she asked.

That’s Uri. He’s the grizzly whom my dad met outside the cabin, one morning. He stood about 15 feet tall, when Dad dropped him 10 feet from the door, with a rifle bullet to the heart. We skinned him and stretched the hide. The meat was rather tough, but we quartered his carcus and took him to the meat market It’s a nice cozy rug when you’re cold and trying to warm up in front of the fireplace.

I set the lamp on the table by the lantern and took the glass globe off, striking the match and touched it to the wide wick. The flame slowly grew and threw light of its own, though dwarfed by the bright gas lantern. "I have to deal with my fish. You can come outside if you want. If not, you at least have some light."

"You caught some?"

"A few." I answered as I turned and walked out of the cabin with the lantern. She followed behind, wrapped in the blanket and followed me to the boat and then to the metal-covered table, screwed down to one side of the end of the dock.

"So that's what this is for?" She asked as I laid the three fish on the table to clean them.

"Yep." I said as I used my pocket knife to cut the lower jaw and the belly, pulling the guts out and tossing it into the water by the dock. It only took a few short minutes to completely clean and rinse the three rainbow trout that I had caught. "Breakfast." I said, holding up the three fish in one hand and picking up the lantern with the other.

"So what now?" Kim asked as she followed me into the cabin, closing the door behind us.

"Well. Usually I'd just go to bed." I answered as I put the fish in the ice box and set the lantern on the counter.

"So early?"

"It's probably past eight." I said with a shrug. "Are you hungry?"

"I snacked on some crackers, but I wouldn't mind something," she answered meekly. "I would have made something, but I didn't know how to make the stove work. I turned the knobs but the flames never came on."

"Yeah, gotta light it with a match." I told her as I walked back to the icebox and pulled a Ziploc bag out. I walked to the stove and lit two burners, dug out two cast iron pans and put them on the flames. I dug in my food box for a container of oil and poured some in each pan. Putting away the oil I pulled out two large potatoes and quickly sliced them, dropping the white slices into one of the pans and then laid two marinated chicken breasts from the Ziploc into the other pan.

It only took a few minutes to cook the potatoes and chicken breasts, ladling the fried food onto two plates. I set the pans aside to let the oil cool and then set the plates on the table. "Might as well come eat." I said as she stood near the wall watching me.

"I'm not supposed to make you cook for me," she said quietly.

"I know. But I did. So come eat."

She walked to the table and sat down, carefully taking a few bites of the food. "Damn this is good," she mumbled as she began eating quickly. "I don't get much fried food. Not good for my figure, but this is so good."

I chuckled. "Thanks."

Kim was finished long before I was, and sat curled up in her blanket across from me, watching me eat. "Are you good at other things? Besides cooking and fishing and flying I mean?"

"I think I'm pretty fair at a lot of things. What in particular are you asking about?"

"I don't know. I mean most of the guys I know couldn't figure out which end of a fry pan to hold, let alone cook something good like this. But it seems like you know how to do everything you try. I mean you drove that jeep up here, you know how to fish, it's like you're a mountain man on steroids, or something."

I laughed quietly. "No. Just learned when I was young how to camp and handle myself in the woods. Come on. We'll go get water and I'll show you how to be Jane of the jungle. You can do the dishes."

"Sounds fair," she said, getting up and standing expectantly next to the table.

"Here." I said handing her a plastic bucket. "We have to get water." I picked up the lantern and walked out of the cabin with her following behind. She followed me to the dock and dipped the bucket into the water. I smiled to myself as she struggled to carry the bucket and hold the blanket, but didn't offer to take it for her.

I showed her where the big pot was, and let her fill it with her bucket and start it heating. We both sat in the chairs, waiting for the water to heat on the gas stove. She got up, walked to one of her suitcases, sitting against the wall and open, pulled out a rather slinky looking robe and slipped it over her still naked body. "Use another pot to scoop water out into the wash pan. You want to save some of that water to wash yourself with."

"Wash myself?"

"Yeah. Unless you want to wash in the lake." I chuckled.

"Oh. Hadn't thought of that," she said as she headed for the sink.

I took the blanket and threw it back on the bed, stripped my clothes off and climbed into bed, in the corner. "I'll go to sleep if you want some privacy to clean up. Just make sure to shut the lantern all the way off before you come to bed. I'd hate to waste the fuel, there's only so much."

"Okay," she said quietly. "Adam?"

"Yeah?" I answered without looking over at her.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being different," she said, as if that explained it all.

I was still awake almost half an hour later when the cabin went dark. Kim climbed into bed with me, smelling of flowers as she slipped under the blanket with me, her back bumping against my back as she climbed into the full size bed. "It is small, isn't it?"

"Uh huh. Cozy for two." I answered her.

"I don't mind," she whispered. "Do you always sleep like that?"

"Like what?"

"Naked."

"Yeah, actually." I answered in a whisper. "I don't have to, if it bothers you."

"No. Not if it's how you usually sleep."

"Okay." I answered sleepily. "Go to sleep now."

I woke up with the sun, not completely surprised to be spooned up against Kim. How did I roll over and nuzzle up in this spooning position? How would I explain it?
It was cool in the cabin and her body heat was certainly attractive to any sleeping body. Natural response, as was the morning woody. I suppose I could have considered that woody being jammed between her legs and my hand cupping her breast through the thin nightgown being natural as well, but the last thing I needed was to wake up the ‘ice queen’ thinking that I was trying to take advantage of her in her sleep.

I eased myself away from her and out of bed. I stepped to my duffel and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt, pulling them on and then heading out the door, letting the screen door slam as I went. If she was awake, she pretended not to be.

By the time I came back from the outhouse Kim was up and dressed in a pair of pink sweats, the form fitting spandex hugging her curves.

"Good morning," she said surprisingly meekly.

"Morning."

"I guess it's my turn now," she said heading to the cabin door, her hair looking wild after the night's sleep. While she was gone I pulled the pan from the potatoes onto the now lit front burner, heating the oil left over from the night before.

"You're going to reuse the oil?" She asked as she stepped back into the cabin, rubbing her arms to ward off the morning chill.

"Yep. The potato oil. It'll be find for cooking breakfast." I said as I pulled another pan from the cabinet and lit another burner. I spooned a couple teaspoons of hot oil into the other pan before laying the two of the fish from last night into the hot oil. The fish sizzled and spit in the pan as it cooked, the skin crisping in the hot oil as the fish cooked through. I flipped it over after a few minutes to let the other side cook and then cracked some eggs in the second pan. In only a few minutes I had two plates of breakfast ready to eat, fresh fish and eggs. Couldn't ask for a better breakfast in the woods. "When you wash the dishes, don't use soap in the cast iron. It'll ruin it." I told her before I got up to head out of the cabin.

I loved fishing early in the morning. Working a small fly along the weed banks on the far end of the lake where the four small springs trickled into the lake was one of my favorite spots on this lake. The rainbow trout came up from the cold deep waters to feast on the small bugs and minnows that inhabit the weeds, making my flies an inviting target of opportunity. By lunchtime I had six nice fish on the stringer and was ready to head back into camp. Even from half way across the small lake it was obvious to me that Kim was waiting along the lakeshore. Just as obvious was that she was scantly dressed in just a loose tubetop and mini shorts, walking barefoot on the stones near the shoreline.. Two days ago I wouldn't have given a shit, but for reasons that escaped me at the moment, the thought of what she might or might not be exposing besides her sexy breasts had my cock quickly growing in my shorts.

"You're back!" She said surprisingly cheerfully as I motored silently up to the dock, only the soft whir of the motor and the sloshing of the water along the sides of the little aluminum boat making my presence known. "Have any luck?"

"I did." I answered as I let the boat slide all the way to the shore and burry its bow gently on the small patch of sand next to the rickety little dock. I looped a rope around one of the cedar posts and then climbed out with my stringer of fish.

"Oh. Those do look nice!" She said as she walked toward me, I guess sometime since I first spotted her from the middle of the lake, she’d removed her top & was wearing only the skimpiest of shorts, her large soft tits swinging and wiggling with each step.

I walked to the end of the dock, to the cleaning table trying to ignore the fact that my cock was hardening even more in my pants at the sight of her practically perfect tits. She stepped up to me to watch, so close that one of her breasts brushed my arm gently as I worked to clean the fish, her attention riveted on my motions.

"Is that all there is to it?" She asked after the third fish.

"Yep. Wanna try one?

"Can I?"

"Sure." I answered, stepping to the side and holding the knife out for her. "Pick one and hold it belly side up. Yeah, like that." I said as she grasped the slippery fish the same way I had. "Now, see that spot there, that hole just up from his tail. Yeah, right there. Slip the tip of the knife in and carefully cut all the way up his stomach to his jaw. Yeah, just like that." I told her as she tentatively worked the knife along the belly of the fish toward the head. "A little more. Yeah, that's enough. Now, set it on the table belly side down. And cut just behind the front fins there. Yeah, cut down, but

Runways: Part 1

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Tue, 12 May 2026 21:54:00 +0000

Runways: Part 1

Flying a supermodel isn't all it appears to be.

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had to find something to do when I got out of the military. Something that I loved, something that I wouldn't mind doing while I collected my military pension at age 40. Yeah, I know, retired at such a young age. But the military game is a young man's game and even with over seven thousand flying hours, youth still trumps experience in the flying game. As you get older your body just can't respond like it used to. As a result I just couldn't keep taking those high G maneuvers.

I convinced the bank that I was a good risk, purchased myself a used Beach King Air 200 turbo prop and set myself up as an executive charter service. Life was good. Business was thin. On more than one occasion I ended up sleeping in my own airplane rather than getting a hotel room, just to try and save some money. It's not easy to pay for a three quarters of a million dollar aircraft, fuel, maintenance and living expenses. To be quite honest, I was about to drown under that debt.

Welcome Amy. Amy called because of one of my business cards I'd left in so many airports. Amy was the executive secretary to a somewhat famous fashion model. In her own words, she was a glorified baby sitter, helping Kimberly manage her multi-million dollar business of runway modeling and lingerie line and endorsements. Her current problem was that Kim had suddenly become afraid to fly commercial following a spate of terrorist attacks against aircraft. Her question was a simple one. Would I be interested in contracting to handle flying her around the country? Could I deal with airport runways, so she could focus on helping Kim dominate the fashion garment runways.

At that point I would have contracted to fly Beelzebub himself, if the price were right. Little did I know that six months down the road I'd feel as if that was exactly who I was flying.

Kim was gorgeous. Of course she was. She was a super model. At thirty she was on the long side of it, but then some continued to work well into their fifties, with the right skin care and constant workouts and such. Kim flitted from city to city, rarely spending more than two or three days in any one place. She had a beautiful twenty thousand square foot home, which she seemed to rarely be in. She could walk the walk and talk the talk and sell sexy little lingerie like she was selling snow to eskimos. Unfortunately her looks is where nice stopped. She'd started to believe her own hype. She'd started to think of herself as a diva and act as if those of us around her were beneath her. More than once her sweet lilting voice snarled from the passenger cabin that I was flying too rough, or making the plane bounce too much for her to sleep. As if I had any control over the air currents.

Amy was the constant. She was always there, inserting herself between Kim and whoever might possibly be around her. She soothed Kim and kept her empire on an even keel. But while the pace seemed relentless to me, Kim seemed to just eat it up. She loved the challenge as much as I loved flying. I suppose if I hadn't gone out on a limb after three months and updated my plane from a 1980's vintage to a reasonably new 2002, I might have even quit the contract. But with that new payment to cover, the last thing I wanted to do was kill the cash cow. I'd asked Kim more than once for a date, and always gotten the same answer, "we can fuck or we can work together. Which do you prefer?"

"X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven, rolling." I radioed the tower as I applied the throttle and sent the Air King accelerating down the runway. This was going to be a relatively short trip. Kim had some kind of a photo shoot in the middle of Missouri, at some lake called the Ozarks, out in the middle of nowhere. All I knew was it looked like a winding snake on the map and had one small airport close to where the shoot was that had just enough runway to sneak in if I went in light. In only a few short minutes we were climbing through ten thousand feet, winging our way from Chicago over the Midwestern landscape at nearly three hundred miles an hour.

"Adam!" I heard Amy call urgently from the passenger cabin.

"Yeah?" I called over my shoulder.

"Kim. She passed out. I can't seem to wake her!" She called, panic clearly etched in her voice.

"Is she breathing?" I called back.

"Yes, but it's very shallow and I can't seem to wake her."

"Okay. Check her eyes. Lift her eyelids and see if they respond."

"They seem too, but she still isn't waking up."

"Okay. Let me see where we can put down!" I called back to her. "Chicago center. This is X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Declaring a medical emergency."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. State your situation." The controller radioed back.

"X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. We have a passenger that is passed out. She is breathing at this time, but otherwise unresponsive. Requesting a Vector to the nearest airport with medical close by."

"Roger that X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Hold one." The controller said before pausing for a few moments. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven turn two four zero. You are cleared to five thousand direct. ST Louis should be fifty miles. Contact St Louis approach on one three two point one two five. Have a good day."

"Thank you Chicago." I answered before changing the radio and starting a decent toward St Louis.

The decent and landing were as normal as they could be, touching down less than twenty minutes after making the initial call. I taxied to the executive terminal and shut down, the ambulance quickly coming to the side of the plane as my turbo props spun slowly down to a stop.

As much as I disliked Kim, I was concerned for her well-being. Clearly Amy was as well, and I did my best to comfort her on the taxi ride to the hospital. By the time we got there, Kim was awake and back to her normal bitchy self, though the doctors and nurses seemed to be flitting in and out with uncommon frequency. Twenty four hours later and who knows how many tests she was ready to be released.

"Now look. All I can do is warn you," the doctor said with a stern look on his face. "You were lucky. You can't treat your body this way. My prescription is two weeks away, at least! No stress. You need to find someplace to relax and decompress."

"No fucking way. I have too much to do!" Kim argued.

The doctor turned to Amy and shook his head. "If you can't get her to take it easy a while, she's going to be right back here again. And next time she may leave toes up!" He said emphatically before turning back to Kim again. "I mean it! No phone, no computer, no stress of any kind. Your blood pressure was through the roof and you're just damn lucky it wasn't a stroke! Find a way to do it. And find a way to do it frequently, or you're going to be leaving us all too soon."

"I'll make sure she does!" Amy said giving Kim a stern look. "Thank you Doctor."

"Your welcome young lady. I hope she listens to you better than she's listening to me." He said as he looked over and saw Kim texting on her phone again.

"She will. If I have to tie her up and drag her off." Amy said sternly to Kim.

"Good luck with that," he said, shaking his head as he walked away.

"Come on." Amy said, leading Kim from the hospital room. It was little more than two hours and we were back at the airport, the turbines warmed up and taxying for takeoff. The plane practically leapt off the tarmac and into the air as we headed back to Chicago, soaring into the air.

"You know. I don't know how you're going to get her to have any time away," I said to Amy as she sat in the right hand seat, Kim sitting in the back alone, still angry with the doctor's orders.

"Yeah. I know. She can be difficult," Amy agreed.

"Glad I'm not going to have to deal with her," I said, shaking my head.

"No? Oh. That's right. You're going away for a couple weeks," Amy said, nodding as she remembered that next week started my promised vacation. "Where are you going again?"

"A little mountain lake in Colorado," I said with a smile. "Just me and some really good fishing. Sit back, catch a few trout, watch the sun set on the mountain side looking over the valley below. It can't get more idyllic than that!" I said with a sigh.

"Sounds like a perfect get-away!" Amy said, leaning back and looking at the cockpit ceiling. "No phone, no demands on your time, just relaxation for two weeks? God I envy you!" She said with a sigh.

"Could have been yours too." I said with a grin, reminding her that I had invited her to come along, only to get the typical answer.

I made one last pitch; "The bed is big enough for two, though it would be a bit cozy!"

"Yeah. I think we covered that one," she said with a smile. "Though it does sound tempting."

"Can't say I didn't try." I answered her with a shrug.

"So how do we get Kim to go on a vacation like that?"

"Not my problem," I said with a smirk. "I lined this up months ago. You know how hard it is to find a place like this? Isolated? No phone no modern utilities, nothing?"

"Yeah, it has to be tough." Amy said as she looked out the window at the ground far below. "Hey. I know. Take Kim!"

"What? Are you nuts?" I said in surprise. "First off, her idea of roughing it, is not having her manicure on time. Can you imagine her out in the boonies without even a flush toilet?"

"Oh lord. That would be something to see," Amy said with a laugh.

"Yeah. She'd go nuts in half a day," I said with a shake of my head.

"So, how much does this little vacation cost you?"

"Oh, fuel, food, cabin and all? About seventeen or eighteen hundred. It'd be less if I didn't fly this gas hog there, but the only real way there is by plane or a long drive up from Denver."

"That's not too much. I'll pay you." Amy said quietly.

"Pay me for what?"

"To take Kim," Amy said, still looking out the window.

"No way. It's my vacation. I don't want to baby sit a prima donna!" I almost snapped.

"Be a shame to have to find someone else to fly us around while you're gone. Never know, she might like the new pilot better," she said softly.

"You trying to blackmail me?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh I wouldn't call it that," she said, turning to look at me, a crooked little grin on her face. "Just think of it as job security."

"Think of it as one fucked vacation," I said hotly, staring out the front at the open sky. "It's only a one room cabin. Kitchen, bedroom, living room...all the same room. And only one bed. Where will she sleep?"

"You're adults. You can share the bed, right?"

"Remember me saying it was, really cozy for the two of us friends?"

"Yeah. So it can be cozy for you two too. It'll give you a chance to get to know her better."

"You're psycho, you know that?" I said angrily. I'd planned this for months. I wanted to get away from the ice queen, not shack up with her!

"So how about it?"

"I don't think you could pay me enough money to do that," I said, shaking my head.

"Okay. How about I sweeten the pot. I'll sleep with you for a whole weekend when you get back."

I looked over at her incredulously. "Did you just suggest that you prostitute yourself to convince me to take her with me? Seriously?"

"Does, seem a bit over the top, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. I think you need to think about a new job if you're that wrapped around her," I said with a frown. "Yeah, I wanna go to bed with you, but not like that."

She was silent for almost half an hour before she finally said anything more. "I'm sorry.” She confessed, “ I shouldn't have suggested that. But I will pay your expenses if you take her along."

"Send her off to a camp or something. That's what you do with children, right?"

"She's not a child," Amy said testily. "Though I have to admit, sometimes she acts like one."

"See?"

"Okay. Seriously. Will you take her with you?"

"It's my VACATION... AWAY FROM HER!" I answered angrily.

"Adam. Seriously. What will it take for you to take her along?"

"You're not going to give up, are you?" I observed her tunacity.

"Nope."

"Shit!" I swore quietly. "Okay. I'll take her. On one condition."

"What's that?" She asked, with a smile that said she had definitely won, again.

"She has to pull her weight. I'm not her servant. I'm not waiting on her and I am most Definitely not going to change what I planned on doing because she came along! I don't care if she reads a book or plays solitaire or whatever. But if she turns into a pain in the ass I'm throwing her in the lake!"

"As long as you don't drown her, you have my permission to throw her in at your discretion!" She said, practically beaming at my agreement. "So what does she need to bring?"

"Jeans, tees, flannel shirts, that kind of thing." I answered.

"I doubt she's even put a pair of jeans on in years, but I'll see what I can find."

"I'd still rather take you." I muttered.

"Maybe you can some time," she said, surprising me again as she climbed from the seat and slipped back into the passenger cabin.

I didn't hear most of the conversation, having to concentrate on talking with approach and the tower as we got closer to landing. What I did hear wasn't particularly flattering.

Cabin Therapy

"Saturday. 10:00am sharp. If she's not here, I'm leaving her behind." I said quietly to Amy as they got into the waiting car at the airport.

"Trust me. She'll be here with bells on." Amy said with a smile. "No matter what she says right now."

"If you say so." I answered with a frown, not really wanting to think about how ruined my vacation had become.

The Hot August Saturday morning came; and at five minutes to ten, Kim’s car arrived in did just that. Kim and Amy climbed from the back, Kim wearing a black mini-skirt, a red halter top and four inch spike heels. "Oh this is going to be fun." I said to myself with a frown as Amy and Kim walked up.

"So, Kim. Do you have something to tell Adam?" Amy prompted.

Kim rolled her eyes and bobbed her head side to side as she usually did when she had to do something because she was told to that she really didn't want to do. "Yes. Adam. I'm supposed to do whatever you tell me. Do half the cooking and not mess up your vacation. I'm just on vacation along with you and you're not my servant," she said with a frown.

"And?" Amy prompted.

"And if I become a pain in your ass you have permission to throw me into the lake," she said with an irritated huff.

"Okay. Get on board." I told her as the driver of her car hauled the two big suitcases to the plane. I stowed them in the belly compartment and latched it down tight before climbing the stairs and pulling them up behind me. Kim rarely sat in the front with me, but was seated in the right seat as I crawled over the console into the left seat. It only took a few moments to get the turbines running and spun up, having already warmed them up after doing my ground check. I handed Kim a pair of headphones and put my own on as she adjusted them over her brown curls.

"So, is this going to be fun or are you just doing this because you're being paid?" She asked across the electronic circuit.

"I'm going on vacation. You're tagging along." I answered before pressing the button. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven, ready to taxi."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared to taxiway K to runway one six. Hold short and notify."

"Roger. Taxiway K hold short and notify." I answered as I pushed the throttles and started the big plane moving forward. We bounced across the rough taxiway for almost three minutes before I could turn and stop in front of the runway. I stopped and did my throttle checks and verified that all my controls worked as required, and notified the tower. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven holding at one six."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared onto one six. You have a gulf stream coming in about two minutes behind you."

"Roger that. I'll be long gone." I answered as I eased the plane onto the five thousand foot runway. I didn't even bother to stop as I pushed the throttles fully forward and spun the props up to speed, the plane quickly accelerating down the tarmac and easily lifting into the air with our light payload.

"And we're off," I said to Kim as we accelerated into the air, quickly climbing above the low cloud deck and breaking into the sunshine above.

"So what makes this a vacation? Sounds like there isn't anything there," Kim said.

"There's a cabin. A boat. A lake and some incredible scenery. What more do you need?"

"TV? Cell phones. Electricity. Hot water."

"There is electricity, as long as the sun is shining. And as far as hot water, there's a whole lake full. All you have to do is bring in a bucket and put it on the stove," I said with a chuckle.

"Oh joy."

"Don't start already. We have over four hours," I said to her as I set my GPS to Crested Butte airport.

"So what do we do there?" she asked after almost half an hour of silence.

"Fish, relax. You do know how to relax, right?"

"Well. Amy packed me some books. So I guess I can read some. I suppose I can swim some too."

"Maybe. If you don't mind cold water. The lake is probably around sixty five or so this time of year."

"Oh joy," she said with a frown.

"Don't worry. You can always just lay out on the dock and catch the sun," I told her.

"So, neighbors?"

"Uh. Closest is about five or six miles away. This is a lake on top of a ski resort. This time of year there's a skeleton crew on at the lodge, but that's about it."

"Well. Sounds like a lot of fun," She said with a frown on her face.

"Remember what I said about that water temperature?"

"Yeah."

"Don't make me throw you in as soon as we get there, because I will if I have to!"

"Okay," she said with an obvious pout.

"So what do you talk about when you're not talking about work?" I asked her.

"Well, clothes, nail polish colors, what we should wear to various things. You know, girl stuff."

"Girl stuff, huh?"

"What do guys talk about?"

"Fishing, hunting, sports, that kind of thing."

"How much can you talk about fishing?" She asked curiously.

"A lot. How much can you talk about what to wear?"

"A lot."

"How long did it take for you to pick that? What you're wearing."

"I don't know. Maybe half an hour."

"I see," I answered with a shake of my head.

"How long did it take for you to pick what you're wearing?" She asked, looking at my t-shirt and cargo pocket shorts.

"About thirty seconds," I answered her. "So, you do realize we're headed up a mountain."

"Uh huh."

"In a jeep."

"Okay."

"On a bouncy dirt road."

"So?" She said with a shrug. "Your point?"

"Just wondering what made you think that was an appropriate outfit." I answered with a chuckle.

Summer In Maine: Part 7

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Tue, 12 May 2026 03:28:24 +0000

Summer In Maine: Part 7

Back To the Grind

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

"You're quiet."

I smiled. "Sorry, just thinking." I'd gotten home a few days before and promptly went back to work. This was my first night off, and sitting across the table from Mom, I thought that it was time to tell her, but unsure about how to go about it.

"Your trip went well then." She asked, the questioning tone left hanging in the air between us.

"It went very well." I said and looked her in the eyes. She knew, like mothers do, that there was a lot more to the story. She sat there with an expression that said, "when you're ready, tell me what you need to get off your chest."

"Dinner smells terrific." I said.

"Yea it does. Sorry it's going to be a bit late, I got it into the slow cooker later than I'd planned." She said, before getting up and setting the table.

I'm not sure if it was the homely sounds of the kitchen but I relaxed. "Do you remember two years ago when I went down to see Davy about a job for the summer?"

"Yes, when he'd given it to that Dylan boy." She said, knowing that the story was about to unfold.

"Yea, the reason he gave it to Dylan was because I didn't make it there in time. I stopped down at Paula's and she asked me to make a delivery for her since I was going right near the place on my way to see Davy." I began. I let the story unfold, not going into the steamy details. After all it was my mother I was talking to, and she didn't need to hear about that, any more than I wanted to tell her. I told her about taking care of Summer for weeks. She mentioned that Paula told her about me taking her to the concert in the park. I said that I had, and a good many people had let her know that I had been on stage and played for some girl named Summer. I had totally forgotten about how public that was, and yet she never mentioned it to me even though she'd heard about it. Mothers can be the sneaky when they want to be.

"So you already knew?" I said surprised.

"Well not so much as you think, but when your son serenades a pretty girl at a crowded summer concert, people will ask you about it." She said with a smile. "I thought that you'd tell me when you were ready." She paused. "I knew something had happened though, and I didn't want to pry. You're an adult, and I respect the fact that you're not going to tell me everything that's going on in your life. Listen to me, that sounded like a huge guilt trip, it's not. I just want you to know that I respect your privacy. Paula tried to dig for dirt with me and I told her that you hadn't discussed your job with me."

I told her about how abruptly Summer had left. The look on my face must have conveyed exactly how it felt. She walked over and rested a hand on my shoulder before running her hand down the back of my head and giving my neck a little squeeze. She knew somebody had broken my heart, now she knew who it was.

"So you went to see her?" She asked.

"It's nice there, kind of like west of here over towards the mountains. She lives in a decent sized city, like Augusta maybe. She's a nurse at the hospital there. She's got a terrific daughter named Emily." At that I spied mom's eyebrows lift a fraction.

"So how did the first meeting go?" You hadn't seen her in over a year, the way she left I can't imagine you'd heard from her before that."

"It was nerve wracking." I said with a laugh. I told her about leaving the note and finally meeting again. I mentioned meeting Emily and how they asked me to stay with them. I watched for a look of shock or surprise and didn't see one cross mom's face. Her head just bobbed as she took it all in.

"So, when?" She asked, picking up the thread of a conversation we'd had weeks before.

I just smiled. "First of the year. I'll be done with my one year duty here. I've already picked up the necessary forms to apply there. If I don't get in there, I'll look to nearby towns, or just go back to school and get a job doing something else. I'm going to get my EMT training one way or another." She smiled at that.

"I hope I get to meet her someday." There's the guilt trip I thought.

"Well, funny you should mention that, because I was thinking of the same thing." I replied, and let her know how I hoped we could make it happen. She was all smiles after that.

"Oh my God, to have been a fly on the wall during that conversation." Summer said. Her voice sounded so sweet. It made my heart beat faster just to hear it.

"I left out most of the lurid bits of the story. I didn't want her to keel over on me."

"I'm sure any parts you left out, she figured out already. From the sounds of her, she doesn't seem like the type to fool easily." She replied.

"That she isn't. Luckily I was a good kid so I didn't have to bullshit my way through many situations."

We talked about little things, Emily was doing a little better in school, but still wasn't pushing for the all A's that Summer was looking for. I said to give her time, the music is helping I was sure of it. Emily insisted on talking to me, I could hear her bouncing like a jumping bean in the background. She was all excited to tell me about how her music teacher thought it was terrific she was so interested in everything I was showing her and her friends and how she was going to be in a holiday concert at school. I brought up school, asking how she was doing. She let out a little sigh.

"One A, two B's and two C's" was her reply. "I just don't get algebra!" The other C was from a history class which had her bored to tears talking about 'boring dead people' as she put it.

I made her a deal, no C's by the mid-term report card and I'd make it worth her while. It was after her mother chivied her off the phone and to bed that I brought up my idea. I was surprised that not only did she like the idea she was very excited.

Thanksgiving day past with several calls on homes with scorched turkeys, and one unfortunate turkey frying experiment that cost a family their garage. Soon the snow was upon us. This early the snow usually didn't stick long, not this close to the ocean. It did make the driving difficult for the people who hadn't seen it in seven months. Luckily there were no major incidents. That is until I handed my notice into the chief.

He was less than impressed, until I told him my plans. He said he'd push to get me EMT training the budgets would be out soon. I showed him a picture of Summer and Emily that I'd snapped with my phone. "Unless you can make that job happen where they are. It's not likely to change my mind." I said with a smile.

"Would she be willing to move here?"

I laughed. "Not nearly as I'm ready to move there. Don't worry I'm a first year greenhorn, I can't be that tough to replace."

"No but that means I have to find one willing to relocate here or scrounge up another, get him up to Fairfield, and wait months to put him to work." He shook his head, then asked to see the picture again. "I'll say this, she looks worthy of a guy like you. Don't screw it up."

"I like to think that I'm worthy of a girl like her. Trust me, I'll do everything I can to not screw it up."

Christmas eve came quietly, the crackle of a log in the wood stove, the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and in the living room me rustling and muttering while attempting to wrap a gift.

"Do you want a cookie?" Mom called out from the kitchen.

"Of course, but did you make enough for Santa?" I said chuckling.

"Don't you worry, I'm practicing for when the girls get here. What kind of grandma street cred would I have if I couldn't whip up cookies on the spur of the moment?"

We had a quiet dinner earlier just the two of us. I started to doubt my gift choice and my mother put her hand on my arm. "Relax, she's going to love it, trust me."

"I know, I'm just getting a little anxious." I said with a sigh. She chuckled at that.

"She'll be here day after tomorrow. Breathe."

Mom was going to pick her up at the airport since I'd swapped shifts with Mike so I could have the later part of the week off. I'd be working Christmas day and the day after and have the next three days off, then two more days and I was done. I'd already started packing. Mom kept trying to give me furniture, which was nice but wasn't going to travel well since I didn't know where I'd be living just yet. I asked Summer if I could stay with her for a few days while I looked at apartments to which she quickly said yes. I felt a hand on my shoulder rubbing it firmly.

"Breathe." She said again.

"You're going to like her."

"I already do, because I trust you. You've always been a good judge of character." We did justice to the cookies leaving a couple out with a small glass of milk, just in case.

Work went by slowly, we had a huge dinner at the engine house. We did have one call of a chimney fire from some overzealous wrapping paper burning. The next day had me so jumpy Herb said I should drink decaf from now on. When I told him why his face broke into a huge grin.

"You finally tugged back, huh? Tell me you're going to bring her by so we can meet the woman you're dumping us for."

"I might, just to show her why I'm leaving." I laughed ducking his backhanded slap. About mid-afternoon I got a text saying that they had landed and mom had found them. They should be in town in a little over an hour. I did an equipment check and spent some time polishing the chrome on #3 to keep myself occupied.

"Hey Pete!" I heard from over by the kitchen. I walked around the corner and Summer was standing there, her arm on Emily’s shoulder. Allan, the lieutenant on duty laughed. "I haven't seen him smile like that since the time we ordered pizzas from next door and didn't make him cook." I walked up and Summer launched herself into my arms. Several kisses later I noticed we were getting a round of applause.

"You may need to hose them off, they do this all the time." Emily announced to everybody, to a hale of laughter. I gave Summer another kiss before releasing my grip and reaching out to Em.

"Come here smart ass and give me a hug." She gladly dove into my side and I kissed her on the forehead.

"What are you feeding her? I used to be able to kiss the top of her head."

"Everything, I think she's having another growth spurt." Summer replied. I showed them around, introducing them to the guys on duty. Herb gave me a sly wink, I don't think he had any doubts now as to why I was leaving.

Allan walked over to us. "Damn, I'm sorry you're not feeling well Pete. Hopefully you'll feel better by Thursday. Danny is coming into the cover the overnight." I looked at him oddly. "Get outta here you three." He smiled and thumped me on the back and walked off.

I wasn't sure what happened, but I wasn't about to argue the point. We all piled into my truck and I drove back to the house. I felt Mom's hand in this when I saw a big spread being worked on for dinner. I knew I was right. I asked her if she needed any help.

"Maybe a little." She put her hand on Emily’s shoulder. "Would you mind giving me a hand Emily?" Mom gave me a look and raised an eyebrow in dismissal.

"Don't work her too hard. We'll need some help to clean out under the tree later." I said chuckling.

As soon as we made it through the doorway Summer turned me and fell into my arms. The kiss was sweet with an underlying urgency. Her body felt like a taught bowstring against me, the energy waiting to be unleashed.

Em said a little louder than necessary. "If I know them, they're in there with their faces stuck together." Causing us both to laugh.

"I hope we have a lot of potatoes to peel. I'm really hungry." I called back. Summer pulled me down onto the couch and kissed me again.

"I have a special surprise for you." She said with a big grin.

"Not here, my mother is right in the kitchen!" I said laughing.

"Not that, maybe later if we can find a way to pull it off." She said as she gave the front of my pants a squeeze. "I've only had Bob to keep me company the last two months, and he's a lousy cuddler."

My eyes went wide. "Who is Bob?" I asked.

She snorted and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Battery operated boyfriend." I busted out laughing.

"Is this the same Bob you traveled with a few years ago?" I asked softly, not wanting the conversation to raise questions.

Summer rolled her eyes. "Maybe, maybe not? You left me in a bad way two weeks ago when you called. It's not nice to ply a girl with pretty words and promises and then leave her to take matters in her own hands." I remembered the call, and I wanted so badly to ravish her until we both passed out.

"Oh my God, look at you blush." She said with a smile. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Don't you worry, I'll get my due for that, and then some." She took my ear lobe in her mouth giving it a tug. Her hand slipped between my legs, she massaged the inside of my thigh and it was getting the reaction she expected.

"I'm going to run upstairs and change, I'll be right back." I said, trying to steady my breathing.

She grinned even further with a glint in her eye. "Want to show me your room?"

I chuckled at that. "Sure." I stood taking her hand and led her upstairs. I led her into the room where she peeked out the door behind us before closing it quietly and began unbuttoning my shirt for me. In a flash I was shirtless and she was kissing her way down as she pushed my t-shirt up and off.

"Are you nuts?" I chuckled.

"I can't leave you like this through dinner." She said stroking my hard cock through my pants. She stepped back sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled me towards her by the belt and undid it. She had my pants and boxers around my knees and began licking my cock. She looked up catching my eye as she began taking it into her mouth. It's a wonder my knees didn't buckle at the sensation. She took me slowly at first, but sensed my mounting frustration and sped up, bobbing swiftly drawing me out until I exploded down her throat.

I gasped catching my breath. "You're a little bit evil, you know that?"

She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a tissue she grabbed from the box on the nightstand.

"I don't know about that. I think I'm more angelic, to relieve you from your suffering like that." She replied.

"I can't wait to return the favor."

"Neither can I." She said smiling. "Is there a bathroom up here?" I told her it was the last door on the right. "Good, let me go freshen up and head downstairs before you come down."

I came down the stairs and stopped at the sight before me. Summer sat at the end of the couch, with a mug in her hands, eyes wide as she watched Em. Colored lights twinkled making the scene magical. She had the most beatific expression as she watched Emily scouting the presents under the tree. Emily sounded amazed that she had so many. Mom had pulled out the stops when she discovered she finally had a girl to shop for. Summer's gaze lit on me and her smile got even bigger as she beckoned me over. Just as I sat down Mom called out for a hand and I hopped back up and grabbed the tray she'd put together.

"This one for Em, no rum in it." She pointed at one of the mugs of hot cider.

"Going to be that kind of night is it?" I chuckled.

"Hey, it's the holidays. Why not enjoy ourselves?" She followed me out with a huge platter of food and set it on the coffee table. We chatted while dinner cooked. Emily landed next to the platter and began nibbling away. I had a dread feeling that this meeting was going to be awkward for everybody involved. Trust Mom to treat Summer like a longtime girlfriend, not like someone she'd met a few hours before. Somehow discussion turned to what I was like when I was little and the embarrassing stories began. Before long the buzzer on the stove went off and we mobilized and soon we were sitting around the table, a feast laid out before us.

"I wondered where he got his culinary skills from, now I know. Everything was delicious."

"Thank you. I assure you that I only showed him the basics, he's more creative than I've ever been in the kitchen."

Em piped in describing our weekend of Italian food when I was at their house a few months earlier.

"Your lieutenant wasn't happy with me because of it either. I guess since you've been there they've eaten better than they had in years. Some of the guys said you were a better cook than their wives." Summer said laughing.

"It's probably for the best, Earl was getting a paunch on him." I replied. "I have a gift. What can I say?"

"You could say, don't move Mom, I'll take care of the dishes."

Hearing my groan caused Emily to add, "You know the deal, the cook doesn't do the dishes, and you didn't cook."

"I didn't cook, either I'll help you hon." Summer added as the laughter subsided. It wasn't long before we joined Mom and Emily in the living room again.

"I now have a promise that you're going to practice your music so you don't forget it." Mom said. "Emily is going to teach you to play guitar too, so I hear."

"I hope so." I replied as we got comfortable on the couch. I looked up and Emily's face was full of pent up excitement. Summer stifled a yawn behind her hand. "Maybe we should wait, your mom seems pretty tired."

"Mom, do you need some coffee?" She asked with a longing in her voice. We all laughed as her mother declined.

"Pete, get in there and play Santa for us." Mom said as she prodded me with a toe.

It was surprising how little time it took to tear through the loot. Emily dancing around a pile hugging her new game. She pouted slightly because her mother said she'd lose it if her grades didn't stay up. I agreed, and reminded her we had a deal. We did our best to neaten up and make a pathway. Mom said she was going to go to bed and made her way upstairs. We had Emily's bed made up in Mom's office on a borrowed folding bed. Summer allowed her to take the game with her so she could try it out. A quiet settled over the house as we tucked in for the night.

Summer emerged from Emily's makeshift bedroom. I had cleared the coffee table off and se

Summer In Maine: Part 6

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Mon, 11 May 2026 00:31:00 +0000

Summer In Maine: Part 6

School of Rock

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

I made it back with plenty of time. I set up an online music account on Emily's laptop, and we sat at the table downloading songs by Chuck Berry, Stevie Ray Vaughn, BB King, some David Gilmour and Eric Clapton.

"Are you turning my kid into a rock star?" Summer asked leaning on my shoulder, watching us select songs.

I laughed. "Why not?" Emily hopped up out of her chair and started playing air guitar as I hit play on Johnny B. Goode. As it wound down she dropped to the floor kicking her feet. I laughed even harder. "I think I've seen that move before."

Em got up breathing hard. "What about you, this is all guitars. Do you have any piano music?"

"That I do." I popped open the browser and found a video of one of my favorites. The song started and a rap sounded on the door, Summer answered it. A shuffle of people and chattering was going on and a pretty girl shot out from around Summer and came over to the table where we were.

"Hey Jessie, this is Pete," in an exaggerated whisper she followed up with, "he's my mom's boyfriend." I grinned at that.

"How are you Jessie?" I asked. "Think you can help with Emily’s studying tonight?" Her expression froze on the word study.

"Relax, we're just going to listen to some music, not do algebra." Emily said, calming her friend.

I stood up as the ladies approached, a woman a few years older than Summer walked beside her with a big smile on her face. Summer made the introductions and hands got shaken the big grin remained.

"Alright girls, are you ready? Let's get a move on we need to stop at the store and pick up some food on the way back to the house." Diane announced. "It's good to meet you Pete, hopefully we'll get to see more of you around here in the future." She winked playfully.

"I'll be glad to oblige." I replied with an equal grin. Jesse helped Emmy gather up her gear and they headed for the door.

Summer stepped back in the kitchen rolling her eyes. She stopped and looked into my eyes, and bit her lip. "Now what?"

I grinned and shrugged. "What do you normally do on Saturdays?"

"Clean, do laundry, run errands, the usual." She chuckled.

"Where's the vacuum?" I asked. "Four hands are better than two."

We cleaned the place up pretty quickly, with a hand reaching out to give a gentle back rub, or an occasional kiss in passing.

"I might keep you around, you look damn sexy pushing a vacuum." She smiled as we sat and polished off the left-overs from breakfast for lunch. "You cook, you clean, you rescue damsels in distress, and you're amazing in the sack. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Well when your mother is Martha Stewart and your father was Superman, no." I laughed.

Summer smiled. "I almost wish we were staying in tonight, Clark junior."

"With the depleted state of your fridge, we'll likely be eating bread and water." I replied.

"Damn that's another thing we need to do."

"Was that the towels in the dryer? They should be fine, let's go do it now. Do you have a list?"

Summer shook her head and peeked into the freezer for a minute, then opened the pantry cupboard. "Was that all the eggs?"

"Yup, and don't forget the OJ."

We wandered through the store and I watched as Summer filled in the cart I had.

"Do you do anything special on Sundays? You know, family dinner or anything like that?" I asked.

"No not really. Sometimes I'll make something big that we can eat for a few days in left-overs. Why?"

I just shrugged and smiled. As we picked out the groceries I picked out a few things, made an occasional inquiry as to what Emily and her liked to eat. A few more things got added to the cart and she gave me a shrewd look.

"What are you planning?" She asked with a sly smile.

I shrugged and smiled again. "Something going along with the theme. When do you think Emily will be home."

We finished the shopping, and after a little head butting I slid my card and paid for the groceries.

"You're saving me a hotel and eating out, it's the least I can do." I argued and gave her back her little scowl. "Besides, you're so cute when you're angry." I prepared to duck but all I got was a raised eyebrow. We got everything into the house and unpacked, Summer turned and leaned on the counter, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face.

"I hope I can keep awake during our date. What are we doing tonight?"

"Dinner for one, but that's a given, I need you to build up your strength." I winked, the rest is a closely guarded secret.

"I got it, no jeans or sneakers." She looked up at the clock. "Where are we going?" She sounded piqued. I just chuckled.

"Well we do have about an hour drive to get there, so we should be ready before 6."

She just looked at me wide-eyed for a moment and swiveled her head to look at the clock. "Crap, I'd better get a move on. It's not as easy for us girls to get ready as you guys. It takes time for us to be presentable."

I smiled. "The only thing you need to do is change."

"No jeans." She parroted with me, making us both laugh. She leaned in for a kiss. "I get the shower first." She got up and sashayed into the other room.

"Damn, the only thing sexier than you in jeans, is you out of jeans." I called out.

She came back in a long pink fuzzy robe a few moments later. "The same could be said for you." She leaned down and kissed me again. I took the liberty of slipping a hand up her leg, noting she was shower ready.

"You sure you don't want to conserve water and shower together?" I said smiling.

"If you join me, you may want to cancel the reservations now." She winked.

"I guess I'll just have to restrain myself then." I sighed, then frowned.

"Aww! You look like you lost your puppy." She said with a laugh.

I gave her a light pat on the rump. "You'd better get in there before I lose my mind and take you right here."

"Promises, promises." She said with a wink.

I had been relegated to using Emily’s room to get ready, Summer didn't want me to see her getting ready, she wanted to make an entrance. She made her way from bath to bedroom, singing a song under her breath, pausing to smile at me as she passed, and continuing her song. "So let’s get it over and just get naked, With sweat dripping' down your little back." I recognized the song, she sang it when we were in Maine at the beach house, the lyrics were definitely not something you'd hear on the radio.

I got my chance at the shower, the floral and fruity smell of soap and shampoo hung heavily in the humid air. I took a deep breath of it and closed my eyes a fleeting thought of kissing her neck, the scent of her intoxicating like a tropical flower. I finished and went across the hall and began dressing, keeping an eye to each detail as I donned the dark gray suit. The tailor at the shop that helped measure me told something I had no idea of, "a well-tailored suit is to women what lingerie is to a man." I had to trust her, she was a woman after all. I finished up getting the tie dimpled properly and setting the pocket square how she'd shown me. I remember something she said when she was kitting me out. "She must be a very special lady." I responded that, "she is a very special lady," with a smirk. I made my way out to the kitchen laying my overcoat across the back of one of the chairs and checked to make sure I had everything I needed. Spinning my wrist to check my watch, we had a few minutes before we needed to leave.

"Do you need a hand in there? I could call in the Army or something." I hollered.

"Oh hush! I'll be right out!" She answered through the door. A few more minutes passed before I heard the door open, only darkness beyond. "Prepare yourself, I hope you're not disappointed."

"Oh stop..." I began as she walked into the kitchen light. She stopped tilting a hip, bringing one knee in front of the other like a runway model. She glowed in the dim light, her hair long, tucked back on one side with a silver barrette. Her eyes boring into me watching my every movement as I took her in. She wore a short sweater dress in wide gray and black stripes with knee high gray suede boots. Naturally tall, she was tall or taller than I was as my eyes slowly climbed back up to her face. The hint of a smile appeared as I took her all in.

"Speechless, huh, that bad?"

I cleared my throat quickly. "No, no! You look stunning." I said with complete honesty.

"You look pretty handsome yourself." She responded, her voice husky as she looked me up and down.

"The tailor was right." I thought with a smirk. The twinkle in Summer's eye was causing my heart to melt a bit.

"Do you have a coat?" I asked, and she took one from the hall closet. I held my hand out for it and she smiled as I opened it for her to slip on.

"Such a gentleman."

"I'll do my best." I replied grinning as I took my coat and we left.

We made our way north to the city. I ignored her gentle prods to find out where we were going. She reached over and took my free hand while I drove. She didn't grip it tightly, but ran her fingertips along the seams of my palm, her thumb rubbing lazy circles across the back. She was quiet, but I could feel the hum of anticipation. I only hoped things didn't fall short of her expectations.

I pulled up in front of the restaurant and a valet came around opened Summer's door as mine opened at the hand of another. He walked her around the front of the Jeep and handed her over to me with a big smile. We walked towards the door slowly.

"Are you nuts?" She said under her voice. "This is going to cost a fortune."

"Don't worry," I replied, "haven't you ever heard of dine and ditch?" I said chuckling. "I'm not saying we're going to do this every Saturday, but you only live once. So let's relax and enjoy tonight." We stepped inside the lavish foyer where the host welcomed us. I gave him my name and he smiled checking off a list and asked if we'd like to check our coats before we were seated. I took Summer's before removing mine and handed them over to the coat room attendant. I turned to find Summer looking around with wide eyes, her lower lip held tightly in her teeth as she fondled her little heart pendant nervously.

"This way please." He said turning towards the dining room. Without thought Summer's hand slipped around my arm. I smiled and led her to the table. She got more than one look of admiration as we passed other tables. The host held her chair for her as she sat with a little smile thanking him. I sat down as he told us who our server would be and left.

Summer watched as he stepped away and ducked her head slightly whispering. "I feel like such a grown up." I had to stifle my laugh.

We ordered cocktails and then dinner. Summer indulging her love of seafood, I sat watching her eyes roll back with every bite of her scampi. The food was delicious, the wine as well. We finished with dessert and cappuccinos. She noticed I peeked at my watch.

"Already tired of me?" She said with a pout.

"Just making sure we're on time for our next stop." I smiled.

Her eyes opened wider. "There's more?"

I nodded with a smirk. "Not to worry, we're doing good on time." I said sipping my coffee.

She gave me a shrewd look, then shook her head with a smile. "I honestly don't know what I've done to deserve this kind of treatment, but I like it." I chuckled at that. I paid the check, we collected our coats and got the car headed towards our next stop. The club was in a converted warehouse, the brickwork old and worn as we entered and I picked up the tickets I'd ordered earlier in the week. Taking care of that, we were led to a small table a few rows back from the stage. I held Summer's chair for her as she sat. I sat beside her, the table set so we were practically side by side. She reached under the table squeezing my thigh as she smiled. She had seen the posters as we entered for the show and beamed at me knowing her love of music. We ordered drinks and the show started. We listened, she sang along under her breath to a few of the songs. At some point our chairs got much closer and my arm was wrapped around her shoulder and she leaned into me putting her head on my shoulder during one song. When it finished she looked up at me, our faces close. She just tilted her head slightly her lips parting as mine met hers in a deep kiss. The applause for the song was our backdrop for a moment. She pulled back slightly, a smile spread across her face, her skin aglow in the dim light. She excused herself and went off to the ladies room.

She returned a few minutes later set her clutch on the table as she sat, slipped her hand out of it and slipped it into my jacket pocket and withdrew it as she leaned in for another kiss. I smiled at her but the curiosity got the better of me and slipped my hand into my pocket. I felt a warm damp lacy bit of cloth. When the realization hit me I looked sidelong at Summer wide eyed. She just looked up at the stage biting her lip again and slipping her gaze sideways to me with a knowing smirk. She was lucky the club was crowded or I would have double checked. I removed my hand from my pocket and rubbed my nose smelling the musky scent of her. It inflamed the feeling that had been smoldering in me since I'd seen her emerge from her bedroom earlier. I politely declined another round from the waitress, and wondered how we could make a hasty exit without it being obvious. As the set ended Summer leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"There's a nice little park with a walk along the river not far from here."

"That sounds nice." I said softly. I wasn't in the mood for an encore. I stood carefully buttoning my coat hoping my arousal didn't show. Summer stood gathering her things and we made our way out to the entrance to collect our coats.

Once in the car she directed me through the streets down to the riverfront where found a place to park. We started down the walk to the waterfront, at one end of the park was a large brightly lit fountain, there were paths leading away down both river banks. She turned us toward the right which led us northward, lamp posts lighting the way, benches lay covered in autumn leaves, they lifted gently in the breeze off the water.

"Tonight has been amazing." She said wrapping her arm around my waist pulling herself tightly under my arm. I smiled.

"I couldn't agree more." I said.

She stopped looking over her shoulder to make sure we weren't being followed. The city had the feeling of people huddling inside in this cold late hour. We were the only people around. She took my hand and led me away from the walk way up the lawn under the trees, leaves rustling under our feet. She stopped a few yards away and turned leaning against the trunk of a large maple tree. She laid her hands behind her against the trunk as she inhaled the scent of the dead leaves and smiled up at me in the dim light. I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. Her tongue slipped along mine as her hand gripped my neck pulling me down into her. I felt dizzy like the world had begun spinning around us and she was the only solid point which I could hold onto. I broke away gasping for breath.

"How's a girl to keep from falling for you?" She asked breathing heavily.

"I don't know, but don't let me stop you." I smiled and kissed her again. Her hand slid up the front of slacks stroking me firmly.

"I want you, right now." She said as she reached for the zipper.

"Here?" I asked chuckling as I looked around noting we were in darkness afforded by the leaves still clinging to the trees above us. My zipper was down and her chilly hand found what it was looking for and pulled me none to gently free of my clothing.

"Here, and now." She said stroking me firmly.

I slipped my hands under her coat pulling her dress up over her hips. She spread her legs for me as she slid me into her damp heat. I groaned deeply as she wrapped her long leather clad leg around my hip urging me deeper. I reached around her grasping her exposed ass in my hands lifting her slightly as I leaned into her and pulled her down as I thrust forward. We both grunted as our mouths locked together. Her back arched away from the tree as I plunged into her in short hard strokes. I had her other leg around me as I drove forward with an urgency that scared me. She leaned her head back and gasped letting out high pitched whispers urging me on. "Yes, yes!" Being on edge all night it didn't take me long before I pitched forward pinning her against the tree as I climaxed, all of the tension built up finally releasing.

I gasped for breath, and opened my eyes realizing I was staring at her little silver heart pendant. I was still holding her hard against the tree, my fingers buried hard into her flesh. I relaxed slightly, her legs jerked as she tightened her grip around my hips. "Don't worry I won't let you fall."

"Too late." She said. I felt her tug the hair on my head as she lifted my face up to hers and kissed me deeply. "I'm already too far gone." She said smiling. "You're stuck with me."

"I wouldn't say stuck." I chuckled, my heart settling back down to a normal rhythm. My arms were burning from holding her up, but I had no intention of letting her go. It was a moment before she set first one foot down, then the other, the feeling she could still fall over kept her arms locked firmly around my neck. As our bodies separated a cool breeze shot between us causing a shiver to run through Summer. She snatched the cloth out of my breast pocket and tidied up as quickly as she could before yanking her dress down to keep out the cold. She tidied me up as well before tucking me back in. She grinned tucking it into the same pocket as her panties.

"I'll pay for the dry cleaning." She grinned.

"No need, I'm never cleaning this suit ever." I laughed.

She leaned forward laying her head on my chest nuzzling up under my chin. "I don't know what cologne you're wearing but it's a real panty dropper."

I couldn't help myself and busted out laughing at that. Laughter fizzed up from Summer as well.

"Well that was the selling point, I'm glad it lived

Summer In Maine: Part 5

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Sun, 10 May 2026 00:30:00 +0000

Summer In Maine: Part 5

Hot Date

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

The tires hissed along the gravel drive as I pulled alongside her Jeep. I walked to the door, bouquet in hand and rang the bell. I took a deep breath, just as the door opened. A pretty girl stood there, dark hair and piercing eyes stared intently at me for a moment. In a flash of an eye a familiar crooked little smile crossed her face.

"Mom, your hot date is here!" She yelled over her shoulder.

"Well don't make him stand on the step, let him in!" Summer hollered back. I just started chuckling as Emily opened the door. Emily cracked open the outside door and opened the inside door further.

"Come on in." She said.

"Hi Emily, I'm Pete." I said holding out my hand. Already over five feet I could tell she was going to be tall like her mother.

"Are those for my mom?" She asked nodding at the flowers. I just shook my head.

"No, they're for you." I said presenting them to her. Her eyes grew wide and her expression got serious for a moment before she took them with a smile.

"I'll be right out." Came the call from another room. She laughed a bit after saying it. I began to think this was a calculated move.

Emily set the flowers down and disappeared head first into a low cupboard coming up with a vase. She filled it with water and put the flowers into it, preening them to get them the way she wanted.

Summer came out of a short hallway dressed in jeans and a blue and gray striped sweater. Her hair freshly brushed and a big smile on her face.

"Hi." She said giving me a quick hug, and more notably a slight push-off after. She noticed the flowers on the counter. "They're beautiful. Thank you."

Emily turned and interjected with a grin. "He brought them for me."

"Oh he did, did he?" She looked at me, the eyebrows lifting.

I gave Summer a slight shrug and a wink. She just gave me a quick eye-roll in return. "Score one for the visiting team." She said, in a low voice.

"You're the fireman that saved my mom from drowning in the ocean, huh?" Emily asked.

"Actually we responded to a fall victim that was out on the rocks. If I hadn't braved the wild winds and pounding surf, she might not have made it." I said. "She could have been lobster chow."

"Oh lord, the story gets more dramatic with the telling." Summer joined in. "I fell on the rocks, luckily I had a cell signal, and called for help. Pete here was one of the first responders and promptly hauled me back to the sand and brought me to the walk-in clinic to get X-rays. See? Not nearly as dramatic as you two make it sound."

"She was laid up for a week after, and I kept an eye on her. I didn't want her to starve because she couldn't feed herself." I added, a wicked glint in my eye.

"Yes, you can cook, and I certainly didn't want for anything." She gave me a warning look that I should stop before more questions began. "Is your stuff in the car Em?" Emily nodded at her mother. "Grab your jacket, let's go I'm hungry." She said grinning. Emily trotted up the hallway, and Summer stepped closer and we kissed deeply. "Nice job with the flowers you clown." She ran her thumb across my lip wiping away any telltale lip gloss.

"I do what I can." I grinned, and stepped back a half step before Emily walked back into the kitchen.

We left, Emily yelled 'Shotgun!' and her mother quickly squashed that plan, though I graciously got in the back seat and let her have the front. Summer giving me a sidelong look, knowing I was indulging Emily for my own sake.

"Is this your guitar in the back Emily?" I asked. She turned as far as she could in her seat to reply.

"Yup, my teacher is going to be there tonight and we're going to play."

"That's awesome! What are you going to be playing?"

"You'll just have to wait and hear." She smiled, a mirror of her mother’s impish grin.

Summer pulled up beside the fire house and parked between a couple pickup trucks. We walked inside to the din of what sounded like a school cafeteria. The engine sitting outside had made room for folding tables and chairs to be set up in the bay. People were already seated and others milled about talking and laughing.

"I'm going to find Jen." Emily said, wrestling her guitar case through the crowd.

Summer was saying hi to people as we passed through the crowd, but she kept moving like she was on a mission.

"Dale!" She called out. A large guy turned around, he must have been six and a half feet tall. She wrapped an arm part way around his waist and hugged him. "Come here I've got someone I want you to meet. This is my rescuer, remember when I took that spill a couple summers back. Pete, this is my uncle Dale."

"Hi there. Thanks for making sure she didn't end up as fish bait." He said smiling, shaking my hand.

"Pete is applying to the fire department here, looking to get hired for the new year." She added.

Dale's eye turned on me appraising openly. "Looking to move to our neck of the woods are you?"

I nodded. "Yes sir." I didn't add anything so that rumors wouldn't begin. The look in his eye got shrewd, and he knew exactly why I was willing to pick up and move a thousand miles away from home. The reason was standing right next to him.

"Hell don't call me sir, save that for her dad." He said tilting his head towards Summer. "Call me Dale, good luck to you Pete. Now go on and get some food before the kids clean us out." He said smiling. We made our way through the crowd, Summer greeting people as she passed, stopping a few times to introduce me around. We eventually found ourselves in the chow line. Summer insisted on paying for us at the little card table. She mentioned that hurricane Emily might blow through any minute. The lady let her know that Emily had already come through the line.

We found a place to sit and eat at one of the tables. People stopped to chat and moved on, the night had a familiar small town feel to it. Before long we could hear the sound of guitars, chords being strummed here and there. People started to grab seats, and there was Emily sitting on the left of another girl and a woman. They were sitting around a music stand and Emily and the other girl were watching the woman point things out on the sheet music. I felt a hand grip my thigh and looked at Summer who was beaming at Emily with a big grin on her face. A few moments later the woman began and the girls joined in playing Van Morrison's Moondance instrumental. My foot began tapping and Summer's grip tightened on my leg as I ran my arm over the back of her chair rubbing her back. She turned to me with the silliest grin. I only hoped she was reminiscing about when I played it for her at the summer festival. They gave way to the Beatles Eleanor Rigby, then played John Denver's Take Me Home, which they sang.

Summer leaned in close to my ear and whispered. "Thank you." Before giving me a peck on the cheek. I just wrapped my arm around her and gave her a squeeze and smiled.

As the group finished the crowd erupted with applause, the girls grinning ear to ear. The woman spoke up after the noise died down stating that she had room for one more student this year if anybody knew someone looking for lessons.

Emily packed her guitar away, and put her chair back with the tables. She made her way back to where we were sitting and got caught up in a bear hug from Summer.

"Alright, say goodbye to your friends, we need to get going."

As we left I hollered shotgun and got front seat privileges on the way back to the house. We chatted on the way back about other songs Emily had learned, and how long she'd been playing. Coincidentally it had been just over a year. Summer pointed out that she was a natural, learning very quickly.

"We learned Moondance this summer. I figure if mom liked it so much I wanted to learn it."

"Your mom likes Van Morrison?" I prodded.

"She's played his greatest hits until she practically wore out the CD." Emily replied. I just grinned wider. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Summer's expression and nearly bust out laughing as she tried to look aloof, the twinkle in her eye giving her away.

"Well there are some other great musicians from that era you might like. Maybe I can suggest a few for you to listen to." I said.

"Do you play too?" She asked surprised.

"Not guitar. I play saxophone, clarinet, and dabble a little in piano." I said.

"I can teach you." She said, excited.

She didn't begin to know how much I would love that. "That would be awesome."

"Not tonight." Summer chimed in. "You need to get ready for your sleep over, and that room of yours looks like a tornado touched down in there." As we entered the house she told Emily that she needed to get it cleaned up. Emily went down the hallway with a few sighs and several eye rolls.

"Would you like something to drink?" Summer asked, with an unusual look in her eye.

"Yes, please." I nodded, trying decipher it. She opened the fridge and pulled a wine bottle out and began opening it. Music started playing down the hall as Emily puttered around making more noise than necessary. I turned from looking down the hall to look at Summer. She had stopped opening the wine and I noticed her shoulders trembling slightly. I stepped closer my hand circling her waist.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked softly.

"I don't know, it all seems to be happening so fast, I feel like I'm waiting for the train to derail. You know? I get the feeling something is going to go wrong and it's all going to blow up in my face." She looked up, her eyes burning intently.

I chuckled. "How do you think I felt when I put that note in the mail box and drove back down the mountain to wait and see if you'd respond."

"Those were the scariest hours of my life." I added softly, staring down at the wine bottle. "I mean I had no idea if you'd call the cops, or call and tell me it was all a mistake and I should go home, or worse, just throw it away, and me with it."

She spun around in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck kissing me fiercely. "If you think for a moment that it didn't hurt to leave you like that, then you're crazy. I only did what I thought was best."

"Ahem?" Came loudly from the hallway door. I tried to release Summer from my grip but she just held tighter and gave me another quick kiss.

"Better let her get used to it." She whispered, before slowly letting go of me.

"Ready for inspection." Emily said saluting as she stood at attention.

Summer let out a snort. "I bet. How much of it is stuffed under the bed?" She asked as she spun Emily around and pointed her down the hallway giving her a nudge.

As I watched them retreat down the hallway I felt a warm glow deep inside me, the feeling enveloped me, eventually making the hair on the back of my neck tingle. There was no other explanation for it, this just felt right. I turned and poured the wine into the glasses, putting the bottle back into the fridge as I listened to muffled conversation and shuffling as the last of the cleaning was directed.

"Put the basket on the dryer, and I'll ask Pete if he wants to join us for movie night." Summer said. She walked back toward me, a grin on her face before she let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes. "Still a disaster, but you can walk through it now." She smiled. "So, on Friday nights we usually pick a movie to watch. It's sort of a tradition, some mommy and me time. Care to join us?"

"So long as it's not an intrusion on the mommy and me time." I said grinning back at her.

"Like I said, she's going to have to get used to you being around. What better way to start."

"Well we better find something family friendly, you know, no late night cable." I chuckled.

Summer laughed. "No and I'll make sure we don't bore you with princesses and tiaras."

"You don't have to change what you'd normally watch on my account." I replied.

"Well it is nearly Halloween, horror movies have been popular the last few weeks, but they're getting old. What's your favorite?"

I shrugged, giving her a non-committal look. "I'm pretty easy going, though ax wielding, chainsaw revving, slasher flicks are a little too much for me. I've decided a while back that I like being able to sleep."

"I'm sure we'll find something." She smiled wrapping her arms around my waist.

"So what's the verdict so far?" I asked softly kissing her ear.

"Hmm?" She responded, running her lips up my cheek leaving a trail of kisses.

"Emmy? Am I doing okay?" I prodded her.

She let go of my earlobe long enough to whisper. "Oh, you're a shoe in. She asked me if you were my boyfriend, with a huge grin on her face."

"Well?" I asked, wondering at her response.

She pulled back laying her forehead against mine. I could see the little grin on her face, she bit her lip and said. "I think he just might be if you like him. She nodded like a bobble head doll."

"Yes!" I whispered. "Easiest interview ever."

"Am I going to walk into a room and find you two sucking face every time?" Emily said, clearly not as exasperated as she tried to sound.

"Only if I'm lucky." I replied.

"Go and get everything ready and I'll make the popcorn." Summer said.

We sat down on the sofa, I ended up in the middle. "What are we watching?" I asked.

"You choose." Emily said.

I took the controller and thought a moment and keyed in a title to see if it was available, and it was.

"Ever heard of this one?" I asked as the film poster popped up with a short synopsis.

Both shook their heads. "Nope, any good?"

"Well the book was fantastic, but I've never seen the movie." I hit play, and the credits began. The movie was a hit, the fantasy and magic captured Emily's imagination as she let out occasional exclamations. I chuckled inwardly when I realized I had both of them tucked under each arm. I don't remember when that happened but I certainly wasn't going to complain about it.

"That was a good movie. I love when he went to find the falling star and found the girl." Emily said.

"Sort of reminds me of how I found your mom on the beach." I said.

"Oh please." Summer said, rolling her eyes and giving me a poke in the ribs. Emily broke into a fit of giggles. "Alright you, get ready for bed."

"But it's not even ten yet!" Emily shot back.

"It will be by the time you're done." Her mother replied. "Now scoot, get a move on." Summer uncurled herself and began to stand too. She reached into my lap to pick up the popcorn bowl and I waved her hand away and picked it up standing up too. I set the bowl and glasses on the counter as Emily trudged up the hallway with a sigh. An equal sigh came from Summer as she wrapped her arms around me from behind. I felt her soft warm lips meet the nape of my neck.

"Thank you." She said.

"For what?"

"For everything. You don't think she snuggled up to you just because you had the popcorn, do you."

"Well, it was really good popcorn." I smiled. I got another poke in the ribs for my comment.

"No. She likes you."

"She's pretty terrific, like a mini you." I said turning in her arms holding her closer.

"Mom!"

I just began chuckling as Summer buried her head in my neck. "God help us if we're out of toothpaste." She mumbled before giving me a kiss and turning to go find the source of the distress.

"What babe." She said as she walked down the hallway, and turned into the bath.

I washed the wine glasses by hand, returning to the cupboard she'd taken them from earlier. They both came back into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Goodnight Pete." Emily said.

"Sweet dreams pumpkin." I said, not quite sure where that came from. She launched herself at me hugging me like she was holding on for dear life.

"Thank you for saving my mom." She sniffled. I hugged her back just as tightly and gave her a peck on the top of the head.

"You're welcome, but I think it was your mom that saved me. Hopefully we'll have time to figure that out."

"Take all the time you want." She smiled up at me before she turned and trotted over to her mom, gave her a big hug and kiss and disappeared down the hallway with a parting goodnight.

Summer stood across the room from me leaning back against the door jamb, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked side long down the hallway. A few minutes passed before she let out a sigh. "I have got to stop overestimating how smart I think I am."

I chuckled at that.

"Seriously! You know why she called me into the bathroom?" She asked.

"I'm guessing it wasn't because she was out of toothpaste."

"No! She gave me the kind of interrogation I'd expect from my mother! She asked stuff I hadn't even thought of yet." She chuckled nervously. "Is he moving in? Are you two getting married? If he's moving here, what does his family think of that. Does he know you can't have more kids? That last one threw me, not because I had thought of it when you and I spoke the other day, but that she thought of it!"

I walked over to Summer and leaned down and kissed her softly. "Well, I've added another piece to the puzzle, she's just trying to figure out how it's going to fit."

"She wanted to know if you were staying the night." Summer said glancing down the hall. "Damn she grew up fast."

I laughed at that. "Yea they have a way of doing that while you're not watching them. What did you tell her?"

She sighed again. "I told her that you were going home for a couple months to finish out your year at work and that you'd be comi

Summer In Maine: Part 4

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Sat, 09 May 2026 00:28:00 +0000

Summer In Maine: Part 4

Face To Face

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

My heart was pounding in my chest. She had sounded conflicted, like she wanted to see me, but had reservations. I forced myself to take slow deep breaths before I ducked into my room and got my jacket. I tried to calm down, and keep from speeding there but I also knew I'd need to find the place. I followed the directions and found it easily. I was about twenty minutes early. I asked for a booth in a quiet area, and let the hostess know a friend was meeting me.

The waitress asked what I was having, and since it was my birthday I decided to have a drink. Hopefully I wasn't going to need it. She carded me and wished me a happy birthday. She returned with my drink and set it down with a smile.

"This one's on me."

I smiled back thanking her. I started twirling the cold glass in my hands looking into the amber liquid. I was lost in thought until I heard a familiar voice say thank you. I looked up to see Summer walking towards me. I slid out of the booth and she kept walking, a smile spreading across her face as she got closer. She didn't stop, hitting me in the chest full force as she wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me into a fierce hug. My arms resumed their position as if she'd always been there.

"I almost didn't believe it when I saw the note. It was a bit of a shock after all this time." She said softly into my ear.

"I don't know why I didn't come right away."

She didn't let go of me, and I didn't let go of her either. She just smiled as she looked at my face. I noticed her hair was darker than I remembered, summer had long since passed. Her eyes were bright, even in the dim light of the room. She flicked her eyes over my shoulder.

"Sorry." She blushed.

"Oh don't be." The waitress said with a sly grin. "Let me know when you're ready and I'll grab your drink order."

"What are you having?" Summer asked me.

"In honor of our last day together I got a cider."

She smiled and told the waitress she'd have what I was having. We finally separated and sat down.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, more curious than concerned.

I gave her a smirk and shrug. "I've missed you."

"That's sweet, but why now? I honestly thought if you were going to chase me down you would have done it right away."

The waitress set down her drink, and asked if we wanted to order any food. Summer ordered us a couple appetizers.

"The truth is I've missed you ever since the day you left. I knew it wouldn't do me any good to chase after you. The last thing you needed was a puppy following you home. So I moved on, or so I convinced myself. I went to see Davy, and he'd already given my summer job to somebody else. You saved me from a summer of boredom pumping fuel, and hauling ice."

"What did you do?"

"I caught a break, and went to school on the city's dime." I lifted my jacket from beside me showing the logo I'm sure she would recognize. Rockland FD,

"You're a fireman?" She asked, her eyes widened. "That explains that."

"Explains what?" I asked.

She just grinned. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

I rubbed my chin. "I did shave before coming, so yea."

Summer rolled her eyes. "You can't tell me that you haven't noticed that you've filled out a little. You still look like a young 'un. You must have to beat the girls off with a stick."

"What girls?" I asked.

She looked at me for a moment, a look of shock crept across her face. "Pete, don't tell me you haven't moved on. Tell me you've been out with girls your own age since I left." She said the last part softly, but insistently.

"I've been on dates since you left." I said chuckling. "I missed you, and I sought solace in the arms of other women. I'm such a cad."

She let out a sigh of relief. "So why here? Why now? It's not that I'm not happy to see you, honestly it isn't, but I'm getting the feeling there's something more going on here."

"I've been out with a few girls, but I've only ever been in love with one." I looked her in the eyes. I didn't need to tell her who I meant. It was plain on her face that she realized it as soon as I said it.

She looked at me her head tilting slightly, and reached over and took my hands in hers. She took a deep breath.

"What we shared was amazing, but you need to move on and live your life. You can't be in love with me. You're not even old enough..."

I looked at her for a moment, and purposely raised an eyebrow and lifted my glass and took a long pull off my cider.

"Okay, you're old enough to drink, but you're still so young. What do you want with an old lady like me?"

"Whoa, hang on a minute. You're old? I wish you'd told me when we were rolling around in the sheets like a couple of horny teenagers."

"You WERE a horny teenager!" She growled at me.

"That hasn't been the case now for two years, to the day." I replied. "I'd like to think I've had time to work it out, think on it, and grow up a little."

She looked at me for a moment. "To the day? Your birthday is today?"

I nodded.

"What about you? Have you been dating, are you in a relationship?" I asked. I felt my heart sink as I waited for the blow.

"Happy Birthday." She said and lifted herself up leaned across the table and kissed me.

The shock lasted a split second, her lips lingered in front of mine. I didn't hesitate and leaned in and I closed the gap, this time unhurried. Her kiss was soft and warm as her tongue brushed my lip tentatively asking for permission to enter.

There was a soft shuffling noise and the close clink of a plate. I was loath to part from her. Summer's eyes popped open looking into mine shocked as she pulled back and sat down, her cheeks bright pink. I just grinned. She peeked up at the waitress, who had a huge grin on her face as she set the plates down on the edge of the table, rather than between us.

"You two lovebirds want another round?"

"Not just yet." I replied looking at our half-filled glasses. As soon as the waitress walked away Summer started giggling, and I quickly joined her.

"Oh those smell so good." She reached for a plate and scooped a couple little dumplings onto it. She broke one in half and steam rose out of it, after dousing it with mustard she blew on half of it, then rather than eat it, she leaned over the table and offered it to me.

"Careful it's hot." She said stabbing the other and popping into her mouth, chewing carefully.

It was hot, I gasped some air trying to cool it off as I bit down. "What is this?" I asked tasting onion and bacon.

"Deep fried pierogis. They're so bad for you, but they taste so good." Her eyes rolled up as chewed.

I hadn't let the fact that she didn't respond to my question slip past.

"They are good," and I paused a moment to see if she'd respond.

She let out a small sigh. "After a while... one of my friends kept prodding me to get out of my funk. Trust me when I say, I was in a bad way when I got home. I cried my eyes out for a week. There was a new doctor that worked on C South. She kept pushing me at him, I guess because he'd been asking about me. He asked me out, and after a couple invitations I finally accepted."

She shrugged and made a grimace.

"So..."

"So? So what you want to know is whether or not I'm still seeing him, or if things got more serious. Is that right?" She said, a little smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

I just raised my eyebrows, in imitation of her expression, which made her chuckle.

"If I were, would I be here feeding you, and swapping' spit?" She said with a sharp twang.

I nearly choked on the bite she'd just fed me.

"Well I know you as the type who would let someone down easily. You don't like to hurt people, least of all those you care about." I said.

She nodded slowly. "How long did it take you to figure out Emily hadn't broken her arm?"

I just grinned at her attempt to change the subject. "So what happened with doctor wonderful?" At this point it wasn't just an assumption that the doctor was history, it was more a matter of how. She poked at the last bit on her plate with a fork before answering.

"It didn't work out. Once we'd done the deed, he seemed to lose interest. Come to find out, he's got a reputation of burning through coworkers. The reason he was new here was because he was asked to leave his old hospital because of a harassment lawsuit brought by several women that he worked with."

"So you dumped him?"

"Like a hot potato." She grinned. "Besides Emmy hated him from day one. I should have taken her appraisal to heart."

The grip in my chest relaxed. "Was he..."

She raised her eyebrows at me this time, causing us to both laugh at the mirrored expression.

"What? Was he the only one? Yes. I haven't been playing bedroom bingo since I got home Pete. There, are you happy?"

I just smiled at her.

"You smug little shit." She said laughing. "You are happy aren't you?"

I just nodded.

"You think I'm just going to fall into your bed like nothing has changed? Is that it?" She said, still smiling.

I stopped smiling and shook my head gently. "No, and technically, it was never my bed we fell into."

She got a shrewd look. "What then?"

I wasn't prepared for her to ask outright what it was that I expected, but I didn't hesitate with my response.

"I'm in love with you, and I have been for over a year, and I want to know how you feel about me."

She sat there wide eyed for a moment, her mouth hanging open.

"Are you trying to catch flies?" I asked with a smirk.

"You're serious?" She said softly.

I just nodded. "I'd move here, find a place, get a job and hopefully start my training to become a paramedic. I can get into the university as a resident, cheaper tuition, but mostly I just want to be with you."

"You're crazy." She said softly.

"I've heard love does that to people."

"Hon, there's so much more to consider than just that." She said, reaching across the table laying her hand on mine.

"I know, that's why I'm here now." I waited, looked away from her for a moment and took a deep breath. "If it was just... a summer fling. I'm okay with that, really I am. That doesn't mean I don't want us to be friends."

Her hand gripped mine. "It wasn't like that at all. You have to understand what was going on in my life at the time. You showed up at a time when my self-esteem was crushed. I needed to feel loved, even wanted again. You did that in a single afternoon. Sure at first I was upset with you for being a peeping tom, but then I kind of liked the idea of a young guy getting excited seeing me in all my glory. I felt desired. When you brought my sorry, broken ass inside and made me lunch, got me the lotion for my sunburn, and ice for my ankle. You cared about me, and you didn't even know me. I didn't prompt you, you did it out of compassion, and that's something I needed right then."

"And now?" I interjected.

She tightened her jaw as she thought about her response. "It's different now. I'm different now. I came home and began rebuilding. I like being self-sufficient for the first time in my life, I like knowing that I can stand on my own two feet. I can be a good mother, make sure that dinner gets on the table and the bills get paid. It's empowering." She looked into my eyes. "I have you to thank for that."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You picked me up and dusted me off, figuratively and literally." She said, a tear slipped down her face.

I reached up and brushed it away, and she grinned. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You care about me, and it scared the hell out of me when I realized I felt the same way about you. That last night you nearly crushed my rib cage while we talked, but I didn't want to say anything because I was more afraid you'd let go, and I didn't want you to ever let go."

"I was scared. Here I am a grown woman and I fell for a teenager because he was infatuated with me after I took his virginity." She said softly. "You were 19 for crying out loud, I should never have let it happen."

I forced myself not to smile at that last statement. "Do you think that if I can carry you across a lawn and through a house, that I couldn't have stopped you? We didn't do anything that I didn't want to do. We were both consenting adults, you didn't take advantage of me."

Summer just blinked her eyes and gave her head a little shake. "I just want to make sure I'm understanding all of this. You want to know if there's a chance for you and I to have a relationship, and you're willing to uproot and move here. You want to know if I'm okay with that, is that what you're really asking?"

"In short, yes." I said.

It took her a while to respond. "What if I said no?"

"I could hope we'd remain friends. Maybe with a little communication once in a while. Who knows, you might even want to come back to Maine and visit, bring Emmy. There's a big summer camp just north of Camden. Just as friends." I said, waving off the shrewd look that she gave me, as if I were saying that we'd hustle Emmy off and get back to old times.

"What would happen if I said yes, and after you get settled in, you get tired of hanging out with an old lady? Where does that leave us then?" She countered. "You're a thousand miles from friends and family, resenting my very existence."

I just smiled. "If I were worried about that, I wouldn't be here right now."

I had the feeling her resolve was weakening when the corner of her mouth turned upward. "You know, the real test isn't me, it's Emmy. She knew Phil, the doctor I told you about, was a loser almost immediately. If you don't make the cut with her..." She just shook her head.

"So I must win over the princess to have the hand of the queen. It's a little backwards, but I like it. When can I set up my interview?" I said laughing.

A sly smile crept across her face. "How long are you here for?"

"Forever, starting after Christmas. I have to work a full year at RFD or I'll have to pay back the tuition for school. I can be back just after the holidays." I said. "I'm on two weeks’ vacation so I don't really need to head back until the end of next week."

"I think I have just the thing then. Emily and I often go down to the firehouse on Fridays where they have a fish fry. You can meet my uncle while you're there, he's a fireman too."

"That would be fine. What about us?"

"What about us?" She mimicked, not understanding my question.

"Would you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?" I asked formally.

Her face lit up. "I'd love that. I'll find someone to watch Emmy on Saturday. If Saturday is okay with you."

"Saturday will be fine." I said. The grin on my face mirrored hers. Just then I realized that this meeting couldn't have gone any better if I'd planned it this way.

Summer looked at her phone to check the time and said she had to go pick up Emily at her mom's and get her home to bed. She insisted on picking up the tab because it was my birthday.

"We'll make Saturday your real birthday dinner." She winked as she set down the pen.

"C'mon walk me to my car." She said.

"Still have the Jeep?"

"Yup, not many warm days now, so I can't run around topless." She said.

I chuckled, and got a punch in the arm before she joined in. She tossed her handbag across to the passenger seat, as I watched her jeans hugging that beautiful backside. I wanted to take things slow, but the overwhelming sensation of everything going so well came over me. When she turned back to face me I took her in my arms and kissed her like I hadn't in years. Our lips met, her arms slipped around my neck pulling me deeper into her as our tongues danced a familiar dance. My hands crept up the back of her pullover, pulling us tighter together.

"I've been wanting to do that since you walked in the door." I gasped.

"Pete?" She asked softly.

"Yea?" I tilted my head, wondering at her questioning tone.

"Is this..." She stuttered. "I don't..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She slipped a hand off my shoulder and reached down between us grabbing the front of my jeans in a soft grip.

"Is this why your here?" She asked, her eyes bright in the dim light of the street lamp. The look on her face told me that this was a very important question, and nothing short of the truth would be accepted.

I reached down between us taking her hand in mine and brought it up and laid it on my chest. "This is why I'm here. It's been empty for over a year, and I want to fill it again."

Without moving her hand she leaned in and kissed me again. "Right answer." She whispered.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday." She leaned out and we kissed again.

She gave me a little wave as she drove off. I returned it. I just looked down the road for a minute before I drove back to my motel.

I woke the next morning squeezing the pillow against my chest tightly. I immediately sat up knowing there was a reason I woke this fast, and the ringer went off again. I dove for my phone to answer it.

"Good morning sleepy head." Came the soft sweet voice.

"Good morning sweets." I replied.

"I'm sorry, I know it's early and you're on vacation, but I wanted to know what you had planned today."

I yawned. "Well I was going to go to the city and pick up an a

Summer In Maine: Part 3

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Fri, 08 May 2026 00:27:00 +0000

Summer In Maine: Part 3

Leave them wanting more

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

We made our way to the Jeep and I put our stuff in the back and walked around to give her a hand into her seat. The look in her eyes was dreamy as I closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. We drove back in silence, her hand on my thigh giving it an occasional squeeze. When I pulled into the driveway she looked over at me, the expression in her eyes was full of longing. I got out and walked around the Jeep and grabbed the cooler from the back and walked around and opened her door.

"Do you need a hand?" I asked softly. She just nodded looking into my eyes. She slid off the seat landing on her good foot and wrapped her arm around me.

"Hang on." I said softly. I opened the door up, turned on the light and set down the cooler. I went back out and picked her up in my arms and brought her inside. I carried her into the living room and went to set her on the couch and she tightened her arms around my neck and shook her head gently. She lifted her chin towards the bedroom.

I looked into her eyes and saw her expression, it looked like a mix need and desire. I carefully passed through the bedroom door and stood beside the bed. I had a split second notion to dump her on the bed laughing, but the look on her face told me that tenderness was needed. I set her down on her feet instead looking into her eyes. That look wrenched my heart, it said to me, "love me." I placed my hands on her hips and drew us slowly together and I leaned forward, her hands came up and lay on my chest, grasping lightly at the fabric of my shirt as she leaned into our kiss.

"Go turn off the lights." She whispered to me. I looked into her eyes for a moment longer and noticed the corner of her mouth rise slightly as she gave me the slightest push. I nearly ran out to the kitchen, made sure the door was closed and smacked the light switch. I turned the corner from the kitchen into the living room and saw her turning to stand right where she was when I'd left the room.

A small lamp with a dim bulb cast a golden glow over the room. She looked up at me standing in the doorway and the corner of her mouth twitched and she bit her lower lip and looked away. I walked back into the room and saw that she'd kicked off her shoes but nothing else had changed. I followed suit and kicked mine off as I approached her. She looked up from under a fall of hair at me still biting her lip. I reached up taking her gently by the chin and releasing the lower lip from her bite, only to capture it with mine. Her arms came up around my neck as I encircled her waist with mine as our mouths explored. Her tongue danced like a flame in a fire, scalding hot one moment and gone another. My hands slid up her waist bringing the shirt with them and I ran my hand around behind her, running my fingers gently up her spine, her skin was so soft and warm. I felt the tremor as she shivered at my touch and it brought a small smile to my lips. She kissed me deeply, our tongues twirling like skilled dancers, before she leaned back slightly raising her arms in surrender.

The fabric slid up her curves giving up every beautiful inch grudgingly. The shirt was laid aside as I drank in her beauty. My fingers traced down the smooth curve of her waist, then back up her soft flat stomach with its little silver and pink heart bangle. The thin lace did nothing to hide her excitement, her nipples pressed easily through the flimsy fabric, the small pink areola swelled slightly. The invitation was conveyed, yet I decided to wait on responding. I looked up into her eyes, her expression, soft but willing me onward, yet not giving direction. I was on a voyage of discovery, and Summer was letting me find my own way.

I took her in my arms and kissed her again willing myself to go slowly. I broke from her lips, trailing kisses up her jaw as she tilted her head back giving complete freedom for my lips to roam. I made it to her ear, teasing the lobe with the tip of my tongue. Summer inhaled sharply as traced down her neck with the tip of my tongue. She reached up under my shirt running her hands over my back, pulling us together, rubbing her chest to mine. The scent of her perfume urged me on, and I surrendered greedily kissing my way down her chest. I followed the top of her bra with the tip of my tongue before sliding across the fabric and taking the nipple fully into my mouth and sucking it greedily as my hand massaged its twin. I made my way across to the other, offering the same attention to the right. Summer's breathing was ragged, her head tilted slightly back offering herself to me.

"Take it off." Came the urgent whisper. I pulled her towards me making my way up the other side of her neck while liberating her from the confines of lace. I pulled the fabric slowly down, dragging the lace across her hard nipples, with a whimper she bit her lower lip. Her hands slid up my back, taking my shirt with them as she lifted it over my head and threw it aside. Our skin touched, her nipples poking my chest, it felt like the heat between us was enough to start a fire.

She leaned forward taking the upper hand, and in no uncertain terms let me know that it was her turn as she kissed her way from my mouth down my jaw , her hands drawing down my chest as her mouth blazed a trail to my nipple. She toyed with it, flicking it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth, causing me to gasp from the heat that enveloped me. She worked her way from one nipple to the other achingly slow.

I reached between us and grasped the front of her jeans fumbling to get them unbuttoned and the zipper pulled. She took my forearms in her hands willing me to slow down.

"Easy, there's no hurry." She whispered. I calmed myself with a deep breath and unbuttoned her jeans sliding the zipper down. I parted the waist, just as she leaned down pulling them from my grasp. She trailed kisses down my chest as she began shedding my own jeans. She didn't appear to be moving quickly but had mine pushed down to my thighs quicker than I realized. My cock was as hard as old hickory, and it raised a tent in my boxers. She ran her hands down my stomach, and placed them on my hips as she knelt in front of me looking up into my eyes. I know my eyes begged urgently for satisfaction but Summer wouldn't have it. She saw my hands flexing as if looking to grab hold of something and took them in her hands pinning them to my hips before she leaned forward and began nuzzling my hard cock through the fabric of my boxers. She nibbled her way up the underside of my cock, her tongue occasionally lashing out for a lick. She looked up at me smiling as she pushed my hands away and began peeling my boxers down freeing me from the confines. She ran her cheek down my length, she kissed the base as she reached up beneath and took my balls in her hand massaging them as she began kissing her way up the shaft, her tongue leaving a wet trail.

She stopped at the tip and cleaned up the moisture that had already begun leaking. I willed her to take me in her mouth, grab me with her hand, but she didn't, she just slowly lapped at the tip and stroked my balls. She was building me up to go off like a cannon and she knew it. Finally she relented and took the tip in her mouth, slowly swirling her tongue around me. I pushed forward hoping she would take more of me and she backed away in equal measure. She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say, "Did you really think that would work?" She took her time making sure she never missed a spot with her tongue and lips, but never drawing me out. She just kissed and caressed her way down my length. I didn't think I could take much more when she stopped and looked up at me, her eyes smoldering in the dim light. Without a word she tilted her head slightly and bent forward taking one my balls into her mouth and began stroking it with her tongue, rolling it around her mouth. I gasped at the sensation, and I thought I would lose it right then as she let it drop from her lips.

It was only then that I realized that I was shaking in anticipation. Summer stood slowly looking into my eyes, her lips parted slightly and I instinctively leaned into her kiss. Her arms came up around my neck and my hands went to the waist of her jeans, two could play this game. I pushed them down to her hips, breaking our kiss with a smile. I pushed my jeans all the way off before kneeling before her and sliding her jeans down to her knees. I smiled a little wider at the pink panties with the tiger stripes and noted a large damp spot, I pushed the jeans down and she stepped out of them, they landed next to mine when I tossed them aside. She stood still, her hands at her sides as I drank in the sight of her long sun kissed legs. I ran my hands up her thighs, she was trembling under my hands. I leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on the damp spot, a soft sigh escaped her lips, as I kissed downward pushing my tongue against her through the fabric. I traced my tongue back up, she grasped my wrists urging me to pull the flimsy fabric down her hips and be done with it. I had sufficiently quelled my desire to throw her down on the bed and take her fast and hard. I was learning to enjoy taking my time.

I nuzzled her tugging the panties up pulling them tighter into her crease, pressing my tongue into her through the fabric, soft moans escaped from deep in her chest. Her grip on my wrists tightened urging me to take them off, but I held fast teasing her through the fabric until she let out a pleading moan. I loosened my hold and let her hands push mine down, her panties sliding down with them. The scent of her arousal caused a wave of urgency to hit me, and I inhaled deeply reigning it in. I turned her slightly setting her on the edge of the bed. I slipped between her spread legs and began teasing her kissing my way down and stopping, working my way down the other side of her. It wasn't long that I felt her leg wrap around my head, and her fist grab my hair that she'd had enough teasing and she needed release.

She laid back pulling me down into her, as soon as I dipped my tongue to her molten center her back arched and she let out a feral growl. Her hips lifted grinding herself into my probing mouth, and I did my best to stoke the fire, tongue dancing over slippery flesh, relishing every moment of pleasure I could give her. Her hips began to buck as I locked my lips around her clit attacking it with my tongue and she began to cry out as her back arched. I did my best to keep her at that edge and let the pleasure wash over her. She slowly settled back down her body relaxed while she gasped for air.

She took my head in her hands and drew me up over her languid body. I took the time to kiss my way up as she drew my face to hers. Her eyes were still closed but her lips didn't miss their mark as kissed my forehead first and worked her way down my face, our tongues wrestling like lovers.

"Well you've certainly become skilled at that." She sighed.

"To become truly skilled at anything, you must love what you're doing." I replied softly, conveying an adage one of my old teachers used often.

"Do you love what you're doing?" She asked between kisses.

I smiled and let out a low chuckle. Our bodies melted together, her legs parted and wrapped around my hips, and I entered her slippery warmth. Neither of us were in a hurry as we sampled each other’s body. The heat kept building like a fanned fire and I began stroking longer, and pushing deeper, her legs urging me on, her tongue tracing down my ear as she whispered encouragement. I kissed and nibbled down her neck, as I reached beneath her, taking her shoulders in my hands I held her in place as the pace of my strokes became more insistent. She started to whimper, her lips parting and she began moaning, spurring me on. She gasped, and cried out arching her back offering herself even wider to me and began shaking. The end was near for me as I too groaned and drove forward, pulling on her shoulders, pressing into her as hard as I could. I erupted deep inside her, arching my back as we both gasped for breath.

I slid off lying beside her still gulping air. Summer rolled up onto her elbow and laced her leg between mine, rubbing her knee against my thigh as she leaned down and kissed me. Her hand ran up and down my sweat slicked chest as she stole every gasp for air I made.

"I'm not sure if I'm an excellent teacher or you're an excellent student, but wow!" She said. She rolled off the side of the bed saying she'd be right back. A cool breeze blew and I felt myself shiver.

"Oh shit!" I whispered looking down and my spent cock laying on my stomach drying. So many things started racing through my mind.

Summer padded back into the bedroom, a towel in her hand. She crawled up onto the bed smiling at me, and leaned down for a kiss.

"I'm so sorry." I nearly cried. She just looked at me, one eyebrow raised.

"See how easy it is to forget?" She replied softly, knowing instinctively what I meant. "Why do you think I just went and washed up. I didn't want to be sleeping on the wet spot." She grinned.

"What if..." I started and she leaned down covering my mouth with hers.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "the lesson I wanted you to take away from that first day was that it's your responsibility to remember to cover your member." She giggled.

She let out a deep sigh. "I don't exactly go around jumping into bed with just anybody, despite what you may think of me." Her expression turned serious. "I'm disease free, I got checked out a few months ago, and don't worry, I can't get pregnant." There seemed to be something left unsaid, she just sighed again.

She proceeded to use the towel to clean me up, without saying anything more. I reached up and gently lifted the hair away from her face, but she didn't look up from what she was doing. She was looking at what she was doing, but she was a million miles away. I slowly slipped the towel from her hand and pulled her down to me wrapping my arms around her. She nestled herself against me hugging me tightly as I turned off the lamp. I ignored the wet feeling on my chest.

"Are you awake?" She whispered. I had been in one my half-awake moments when she asked. I opened my eyes, and noticed it was still dark outside.

"Yea." I replied softly as I kissed her shoulder. I realized I was spooning her and tightened my hold just a bit.

"I'm sorry about earlier, how I reacted." She sighed deeply.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for." I whispered softly in her ear before giving it a nibble.

She started playing with my hand, tracing the fingers with hers, slipping hers beneath mine and I closed my hand around hers gently.

"If you don't want to talk about it..." I started.

"No. I don't mind." She replied twisting her head speaking over her shoulder. I ran my fingers down the length of hers resting where the ring would be, and rubbed slow circles. I felt her little smile and quick gust of breath rather than saw it. "Right to the point. Ten years, damn that sounds like a long time. I just realized you probably don't have any idea how old I am, do you?"

"Doesn't matter." I said kissing her shoulder and up the side of her neck.

"Last summer I came home from my shift at the hospital early, nearly caught him in the act with a friend of mine. It was pretty obvious what was going on. I found out it had been going on for a while by then."

"What a dirt bag." I said, my grip upon her tightened a little in response. "A guy like that doesn't deserve someone like you. Did you leave him that day?"

"Leave him? I threw him out, both of them actually." She said. A few moments went by before she started again softly. "One woman wasn't enough for him, or maybe I wasn't enough for him."

"Hey now. Don't start talking like that. Where one man sees a rock, another sees a diamond."

Summer busted out laughing. "Where in the hell did you hear that?"

I started laughing along with her. "Probably on TV or in a magazine." I took her hand in mine and ran it down her stomach and began circling slowly with our fingers entwined.

She took a deep breath. "You're a subtle one, you are. She's ten, her name is Emily, and she's the most wonderful little girl in the world."

"Where is she now?" I asked, scared to hear bad news.

"Summer camp in western Pennsylvania. My folks are picking her up when the session ends."

I kept rubbing slow circles, and flicked her little silver heart belly button ring gently. "No more?"

"No." She said softly. "After Emmy something went wrong with the plumbing, I had to have surgery."

"It sounds like it's time to move on, start over."

"Yea, it's taken a year and a lot of prodding from family and friends, but I think it's time. This trip was going to be a little solo adventure. My total lack of grace and dexterity landed me on my ass for two weeks." She chuckled.

"Well it looks like you're doing well. You've had a passionate love affair with a hot, young stud. What else is there?"

She giggled. "I'm not sure I'm done with that part yet." She ran her hand down behind her finding my hardness in the dark gently rubbing it.

"Yay for me." I whispered. She wiggled away from me and rolled over to face me, our lips met in a deep kiss.

"Me too." She said between kisses.

She pushed my shoulder back laying me flat on the rumpled sheets, she climbed on me straddling my hips as we made out like teenagers. I must have nudged her just right a few times.

"Somebody is looking for a little more action." She grinned as she reached down between us lining me up and slipping down slowly. A soft hum of approval vibrated from her throat, or was that me? I couldn't tell. Our bodies rocked slowly like a boat on a gentle swell. Our pace built slowly, savoring the feeling of just being together. She sat up and began pushing herself down harder on me as I raised my hips to meet each with a firm thrust. We were in no hurry, but passion quickly set the pace and we were both moaning loudly, her body began to shake in my hands. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and was thankful as she leaned forward and tightened her grip on me. She threw her head back and moaned deeply as she ground herself on my cock. Her whole body shook as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her, I couldn't hold out any longer and lifted my hips and erupted in her again.

She laid down on my chest panting.

"I love you." I whispered softly, kissing the top of her head.

I woke to an obnoxiously loud seagull squawking outside. I took a deep breath and stretched and felt rumpled sheets next to me. I blinked away the fog from my eyes and noticed I was alone. I tugged my jeans on and walked out to the kitchen. I felt right away that something was wrong. I jogged out the kitchen, the screen door banged against the porch rail. The Jeep was gone. I ran back inside to the bedroom, her clothes were gone, in the bath her toiletries were gone. The coffee table in the living room had a magazine or two on it. I looked in the kitchen and nothing was different except for the note on the counter.

Dear Pete,

Summer In Maine: Part 2

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Thu, 07 May 2026 02:56:02 +0000

Summer In Maine: Part 2

Lesson Two, and Two and a half.

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher) hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work. She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my jeans. I didn't hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a smile in return. I figured after that first day when I took the job I might get some more personal time with her. The other night I helped her to run a bath, and she shooed me out of the bathroom. One night we watched a late movie I slept over, and ended up on the couch. Something didn't seem right about all of this. Nearly a week had gone by, and it was as if that first day hadn't even happened, and I was too shy to say anything. I hitched the grocery bag I was carrying a little higher, tonight, I'd say something tonight.

I walked up to the kitchen stoop and pulled open the screen door and I heard a gasping cry. I dropped the bags on the table and darted into the living room, she wasn't there. Another cry, and I looked to the right and saw the bedroom door was open. I walked quietly towards the door, and Summer was laying back on the bed naked except for her bandaged ankle. She was sliding a pink vibrator up and down between her thighs. She tilted it slightly and slid it into her, her other hand pulling on her nipple. I was instantly hard watching her pleasure herself. She let go of the nipple and slid her hand down and began flicking her clit, rubbing it fast. She arched her back crying out "Yes!" She pulled the vibrator out slipping her fingers in as she came. She continued rubbing her clit slowly and stroked her fingers in and out for a few before falling flat to the sheets like a deflated balloon. Her breathing was fast and shallow.

"How long have you been watching?" She asked, not looking up. She looked absolutely radiant, her skin flushed pink through her tan. Her hair was a tangled mess of sun streaked gold, she looked fantastic.

"Just a couple minutes." I said quietly looking down at the floor. I heard the old brass headboard creak and I peeked up. She had raised her head and was looking at me.

"What's the matter?" She asked gently. I shrugged and walked out to the kitchen, and started putting away the groceries.

"I picked up some local shrimp for lunch. I'll put them on ice in the fridge." I said loudly from the kitchen. I turned and Summer was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen watching me with her arms crossed in front of her, buck naked. She gave me a shrewd glance.

"Please tell me what's bothering you."

I looked at her for a moment, then turned away and put a couple other items in the fridge.

"Nothing." I said, unconvincingly.

"It's just..." I started. I looked over at her and said.

"Never mind." I walked out to the yard looking around to see if I should mow the lawn again already or not. I heard the screen door bang shut behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she stepped up beside me.

"I love it here. The salty sea air, the big sky, everything seems so much simpler." She said softly. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist, her skin was warm and damp.

"Why?" I asked softly.

"Why what, Pete?" She asked with surprising sincerity. "Why haven't we had sex since Monday? Is that what you want to know? Are you asking me if you were a one afternoon-stand? What Pete? Ask me." She urged.

Her words inflamed me and my frustration flared. "Yes!" I turned to face her, her arm sliding down from my shoulder. "Was I just a one shot deal? Screw me, then have me cook and clean for you?" I immediately sensed I'd gone too far and full well expected a slap. I'd deserve it if she did. I opened my eyes wide.

She stood there looking at me, her eyes smoldering. She coolly pointed out. "Which one of us is the one standing here naked?" I stood there a moment longer, every muscle in my body taut like a drawn bow. I snapped and took hold of her and kissing her hard as our lips parted, tongues lashing out at each other like sparring fencers. Her arms wrapped around my waist pulling us together.

"Damn, I thought I you'd never come around." She said between kisses. I leaned back and gave her a queer look.

"What?" I asked, completely confused. She grinned ear to ear.

"Lesson number 2, confidence is sexy. Hell it took me walking around naked to get your damned attention. What the hell is wrong with you?" She bopped me on the forehead. I shrugged, feeling completely confused. I had no idea what she was talking about.

"This exercise, which you nearly failed miserably I might add, was to see if you would take the lead. I personally tend to be a bit passive. Therefore, as the guy, you need to learn to take the lead, just like dancing." She held my hand up and snugged her hand around my back and gave a little sway.

"The other night when you fell asleep on the couch I laid awake waiting for you for nearly an hour. I finally took matters into my own hands, maybe I should have made more noise."

"I knew girls were crazy. I honestly was hoping to get more insight from you, not more confused." I said smiling. "You were waiting for me?"

"You haven't seen crazy yet, give me a week." She winked.

I groaned, then kissed her again, holding her against me, my hands stroking down her back to her ass massaging it as I pulled her to me. Holding her was like holding a flame, seductive, hypnotizing and hot, and I didn't care if I got burned.

"Tell me you've had the good sense to pick up some protection." Summer mumbled between kisses. Without breaking our kiss I reached back for my wallet and held it up.

"Please tell me you bought more than one." She growled. I felt her hands come between us resting on the waist of my jeans unbuttoning them and grabbing for the zipper. She pushed my jeans and boxers down far enough for me to escape captivity. She let out an appreciative hum as she ran her hand up and down my hardened length. She broke our kiss long enough to grab the hem of my polo shirt and drag it up pulling it over my head. She leaned down and took one of my nipples into her mouth. I gasped out loud at how the sensation shot through me. It felt as if my cock was getting even harder and I didn't think that was possible.

"Holy shit! Does it feel this way when I do this to you?" I gasped.

She hummed an agreement as she switched to the other side, then stepped back and looked at me smiling.

I stood dumb-founded for a moment. I quickly realized she was waiting for me to do something. She placed her hands on her hips and gave them a slight tilt. "I'm all yours, all you need do is tell me how you'd like me, or better yet, show me." She winked. I kicked off my shoes and pushed my pants the rest of the way off and looked at her for a moment. The sun kissed her body so exquisitely, her pink nipples hard and pointing straight at me. Her hair was blowing in the breeze surrounding angelic face like a golden halo. I stepped forward, wrapped her up in my arms again and kissed her deeply. I ran my hand up between us taking her breast in my hand cupping it twirling the nipple in my fingers. I work my mouth down her jaw, kissing her neck and I feel her shudder and gasp. I moved down the center of her chest trailing kisses to the other nipple and teased it with my tongue before taking into my mouth suckling it gently. A moan escaped her lips. Her hand was pulling me towards her, fingers running through my hair. I wanted her so badly but I didn't want this to end. I pulled away looking up at her face, her mouth hung open her eyes half closed.

"Your ankle has to be killing you right now." I said, noting she'd been standing for a while now. I walked over and brought one of the Adirondack chairs over and set it behind her and she smiled. I laid my clothes on it to keep her from burning her ass on the sun heated wood. She just looked at me without sitting. "Sit down." I told her, and she tilted her head in assent and sat. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her nipple again and began trailing kisses down her stomach. She took the cue and leaned back on the chair. I flicked her little belly button ring aside and licked her belly button. She let out a whoop and jumped, chuckling.

"Ticklish?" I chuckled. She grasped a handful of my hair and gave me a little push further down, but I was going at my own pace and I made my way down nuzzling her little blond stripe. I kissed my way around her pouting lips, my tongue darting out giving little licks. She tasted sweet, the scent of her was driving me mad, I couldn't take it any longer and slipped my tongue into her as I massaged her clit.

She arched her back and moaned. "Yes!" I lapped up to her clit taking it in my lips and giving it due attention. Her cries got louder and I stepped up the assault on her. Her leg came up over my shoulder and she pulled me hard into her with her heel. I let up a bit, I didn't want this to end too soon, it seemed that I wasn't the only one enjoying it. I slipped my middle finger into her, and felt her grip it tightly. Her hips started rocking forward. I was pretty sure I could finish her off quickly if I had a mind to, but I didn't. I continued bathing her clit, varying the pressure on it. She let out a few short gasps. "Please?!" She begged. I knew then I had to finish her and slipped another finger in to join the first and intensified my tongue lashing. Her hips lifted off the chair as she climaxed. She held on to me, still moaning, finally collapsing back into the chair panting.

"You sir, are a natural." She gasped. I returned her smile and licked my fingers.

"Am I mistaken, or is there a very hard cock in my immediate future?" I grinned even wider and nodded. "How would you like me?"

"Over hard." I said smiling. Her eyes lit up like a fire had been kindled.

"Well then, dig that little party hat out and show me how easy it is to put on."

I chuckled and dove for my wallet lying on the grass a few feet away. I dug out the foil wrapper and crawled back. I tore open the packet holding the ring carefully and reaching down, putting in place and unrolled it carefully.

"Very good." She said her eyes flashing. She stood up and knelt down on the grass facing the chair. "Over like this? I'm sure you'll supply the 'hard' part." She added with a wink.

"Yes." I said, my breath shallow. I had to have her and scooted up behind her and lined up pushing the head in. I took her hips and pushed forward in a single motion burying myself in her.

We both gasped loudly. In moments she started moving her hips back and forth and I pulled out and began taking slow strokes at first, but I knew I wasn't going to last. She leaned back pushing hard against me and I responded in kind driving forward, the sound of our bodies coming together pushed me into a frenzy. Her gasps were coming in short cries of, "Yes!" She began shaking in my hands, her moans coming from deep in her throat as she arched back into me and climaxed again pushing me over the edge. I drove her forward nearly knocking her and the chair over as I stiffened arching my back. I froze in place for what seemed an eternity, and not long enough both at the same time as I came deep in her.

She leaned back against my chest, the heat of her skin against me was incredible, she reached behind us grasping my ass pulling our hips tight together. "I love how you feel inside me." She whispered. I leaned down and began kissing her shoulder, working my way up to her neck and nibbled on her ear.

"I love how you feel too." I said, my voice a little weak.

She breathed a deep contented sigh. "What now?" A small smirk spread across her lips.

"I don't know about you but I worked up an appetite." I said. "Those shrimp sound good about now."

"All this and you cook too. You're not going to be single long." She chuckled and reached up behind her and stroked my cheek. "I think we may need to move for that though." She said lightly, reminding me that I still had her pinned against the chair. I leaned back, pulling free of her. I stood stepping back, I gathered up my clothing. Summer put her good foot down and stood, steadying herself on the arms of the chair. "Let's go clean up and have lunch." She smiled slipping an arm around my waist and we went into the house.

I started a pan for the shrimp, a little olive oil, some garlic and some red pepper flakes tossed on top of fresh spinach. My killer homemade vinaigrette to top and she would be mine. Well she already seemed to be. I stopped and stared out the little window above the sink out over the water. That thought caught me by surprise. What exactly was going on here? An hour ago I was pissed off for being shunned, now I was making her lunch with a silly, satisfied grin on my face.

Summer hobbled into the kitchen wearing a pale blue tank top and panties with little pink hearts on them.

"Don't you own pants?" I asked smiling.

"Sure, would you rather I be fully dressed, or comfortable?" She asked.

"Oh I don't mind your outfit, as long as you don't mind your lunch burnt to a crisp." I laughed.

"What are you making?" She replied chuckling.

"I'm going to woo you with my culinary skills. My own special shrimp and spinach salad with homemade vinaigrette." I said.

"Wow, sounds awesome. You're a man of many talents. I think you're a little late in the wooing department though." She said smiling.

My chest tightened at that. Nobody ever thought of me as a man before. Everybody has always treated me as a kid until now. The shock of it must have been evident in my expression.

"What?" She asked, her eyes widening. I didn't answer her, I just leaned forward and kissed her softly, she responded in turn.

"Nothing." I said, my grin returning.

"Need a hand?" I handed her two lemons with directions to squeeze the hell out of them then juice them for me into a bowl. I diced up the shallot, and garlic tossing them into the big bowl, salt and pepper followed. In went a huge dollop of spicy mustard, I looked at how much juice Summer had squeezed out of the lemons and eyeballed it pouring it into the bowl, straining out the seeds. I dug a whisk out of the drawer and started whisking in olive oil.

"Most vinaigrette recipes ask for vinegar, obviously. I like mine with lemon juice, especially with seafood." I said. I stopped whisking dribbling a little onto my finger to try it. "That's the ticket." I said offering a taste to Summer who agreed with a little sound. I set the big bowl aside and had her start splitting the cherry tomatoes. The shrimp were rinsed and patted dry on a towel, and I threw some garlic into the pan starting it with some of the olive oil. I salted and peppered the shrimp and in they went tossing them around to coat them all with the hot oil. They were ready in a couple minutes and the kitchen smelled terrific. I stacked the plates with spinach and started building the salads with the tomatoes, red onions, shrimp and as a topper sliced almonds.

"If this tastes like it looks, you're staying on as cook after this heals." She said lifting her foot behind her.

"Prepare to have your mind blown." I said handing her a plate and a fork. I had brought a small baguette with me which I'd sliced up and we ate.

"A girl could get used to this." She smiled popping a shrimp into her mouth. Cooking for a girl is a sure way into her panties."

I laughed. "Even if she wasn't wearing any?"

"Well she's wearing some now." Her eyes flashed.

"But for how long?" I said playing along.

"You have your driver’s license don't you?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Yea, I just don't have a car of my own yet." I said, wondering why she asked.

"Do you know of anybody that would loan you one, like your folks?"

"Yea I'm sure I can get one. Why, do you want to do it in the backseat?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

"Hell yea, but I'd also like to get a ride to go get my Jeep. It's been down at the clinic for a week now. They told me it would be safe but I'm getting a little stir crazy stuck here in the house." She replied.

I looked out the window. "I can ride down and bring it back, it's only about four or five miles." I said.

"Ride?" She asked.

"I have a bike, I can put it in the back and haul it back if you don't mind."

"Not at all." She smiled.

I did the dishes and cleaned up after lunch, and Summer kicked back on the sofa folding a load of laundry I'd done earlier. I took a look at the grass, yea the lawn could wait a couple more days. "What else needs to be done?" I asked from the kitchen. I got no answer. I walked into the living room and she was bobbing her head as I walked around the edge of the couch I noticed she'd put in earbuds and was listening to her mp3 player. She was lip syncing some unknown song. She looked up at me and grinned, pulling one of the buds loose.

"I couldn't live without my music." She threw a towel at me to fold.

"Listening to anything good?" She mentioned a band I'd never heard of, and moved the folded stuff from beside her and patted the seat beside her. I sat and she handed me the ear bud.

"Check it out, you might like it." I put it in my ear and listened for a song or two, folding another towel. A hard rock song started and she turned it up a bit and started singing along. She got to the chorus and really joined in full blast. The lyrics were pretty explicit. I was thinking you wouldn't hear music like that on the radio around here. There was a pause, then a soft intro began. The ballad was soft and low, and Summer stopped and closed her eyes, her lips barely moving with the lyrics. When I noticed I stopped and listened intently to the lyrics, it was about intense, heart-felt, you are my world, kind of love. The kind of love that lasts longer than a lifetime. When it ended she reached down and stopped the playback. She looked straight out the window for a moment and turned to me, a shy sweet smile on her lips.

"Do you believe in love Pete?" She asked me. I stared at her in wide-eyed amazement for a minute, and began slowly nodding.

"I do now." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but something in her eyes made me hesitate. There was sa

Summer In Maine: Part 1

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Thu, 07 May 2026 02:55:30 +0000

Summer In Maine: Part 1

Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left. It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running now. Luckily we had the tourists.

I walked down into the village near the docks, and popped into the little corner store.

"Hey Peter." I heard as I walked in. Paula nodded at me and smiled. She and her husband ran this little place, and did well by the locals and tourists alike. I waved and smiled at her as I headed to the back and grabbed a soda from the cooler.

"You headed over to see Davy about work?" She asked.

"Yea, I figure I gotta do something before mom tosses me out of the house." I chuckled.

"Would you do me a favor? Chip is out on a delivery and we're short-handed. Is there any chance you could make a delivery for me, it's on your way. The lady has an account so you don't need to collect any money. It's just, I heard she twisted her ankle on the beach and I told her that if she needed anything to call us and I'd get it over to her."

"Sure, where is it going?" I said.

She handed me two canvas sacks from the cooler, and gave me the address. It was just a couple blocks over from where I was headed. Paula refused to let me pay for my soda before leaving. I walked the few blocks turning up onto the driveway that led to a house facing the water. I walked around the house looking for the kitchen door. As I turned the corner I saw a woman lying on a towel on the lawn. She lay there basking in the morning sun completely naked. A small pile of fabric beside her looked like a swimsuit she may have been wearing. I stopped and looked around, the spot was well sheltered on the curve in the road. Her long blonde hair trailed out above her on her towel, her arms down at her sides, her deep pink nipples pointing up to the sun. Her stomach was flat and a little glint of something shiny hinted at a belly button ring. From this distance I couldn't be sure. A small strip of hair dipped down between her thighs. Her legs were long toned and pale, but getting red. She had just started tanning by the color she'd turned already. She was going to look like a freshly boiled lobster in a very short time.

I realized she hadn't heard or seen me, so I turned and cleared my throat loudly. I looked over my shoulder, and she hadn't moved. I decided I'd just put the groceries in the house for her. I set the bags on the kitchen table and peeked to make sure nothing needed to be put in the icebox. Thankfully I did or the cold stuff would have spoiled. I put them away and left the rest. I walked towards the back door again and looked out the screen at her. She was beautiful, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine centerfold. She still hadn't moved, and it wouldn't be long before she burned badly. So I took it upon myself to rescue her, that's just the kind of guy I am. I opened the back door and pushed it open as far as possible and let it swing shut. The loud rap of the wood on the frame did the trick. She jumped, then the realization that somebody was near and she was naked came on her and she rolled onto the grass pulling the towel over her covering up. I saw why she hadn't heard me as an earbud fell out onto the grass.

She peeked over the top of her big sunglasses, and in an accent I hadn't heard around here, she asked. "Can I help you?" The scolding tone of her voice saying that she didn't appreciate being peeked at while she was sunbathing.

I scrunched up my face. "Where are you from?" I asked, curious about her accent.

"Right here buster, I'm renting this place. Where in hell did you come from?" She replied.

"Oh! Paula down at the market asked me to deliver your groceries. They were shorthanded and I was headed this way."

She just stared at me for a moment, and I returned the stare taking in the scene with a dumb-founded look.

"Would you be a gentleman and please turn around?" She said a little testily. I did as she asked. Unfortunately for her I'd turned and was looking directly at her reflection in the kitchen window. She stood up cursing quietly, putting her weight on one foot, and wrapped the towel around her and tucked it in above her breasts. She was tall, and though her breasts weren't large they were nicely shaped, and red. The little stripe of hair ended neatly where I thought. The towel was just long enough to cover her modestly. She hobbled over to the little pile of cloth and swept up her bikini and started hobbling towards the house like a wounded animal. She passed me and got to the step and hobbled up the half step, and opened the door using it for stability and hopped up the step into the kitchen.

She hobbled back to the screen door and said. "Well come on in."

I walked over and stepped into the kitchen. She was sitting down on one of the chairs one leg splayed out in front of her the other tucked under the chair. The smooth skin was kissed with a flush of pink. I knew she was going to regret falling asleep out there later, but I'm glad I happened to wake her up so she didn't get severely burned. She was fumbling with her towel to keep it up, and digging through a big pocket book.

"Paula said that you have an account." I held up my hand. "I'm not going back to the store anyhow."

She peeked up at me from her purse through a tangle of long blonde hair. "Thank you, but I was going to give you something for the trouble. She mentioned that you wouldn't be here until afternoon because it was busy today." A pink nipple peaked over the top of the polka dot beach towel. She caught me staring. "Though it could be surmised that you already got your tip." She said an eyebrow going up, and a small grin turning the corners of her mouth up. She shook her head as she pulled the towel back into place and tossed the purse onto the table. She held her arm out straight with a folded bill in it. I just shook my head once and waved it off.

"Thanks, but you don't need to do that." I said.

"Don't make me get up, my ankle hurts like hell, and I'm in no shape to use it to kick your ass for being a peeping tom." She replied grinning. She waved the money again. I shrugged and took it slipped into my jeans pocket. I was hoping she hadn't noticed they were tighter in front than a moment before.

"Thanks." I nodded.

"No, thank you Chip, I would have come into town to get them later but she insisted on having you deliver them."

I smiled. "I'm not Chip. He was doing another delivery. I'm Pete."

"Nice to meet you." She said holding out a hand. "I'm Summer."

I shook her hand. She had a firm grip and didn't let up until I did. I just stood there for a moment looking at her. She had mesmerizing blue eyes and a crooked little smile. I realized I was staring when her brow went up. I felt myself blush.

"Are you thirsty? I could use something cold." Summer asked. I nodded.

"If you don't mind, there's a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge. I'm going to go put something on besides a towel."

"Not on my account I hope?" Why not, I figured, she seemed to have a sense of humor about getting caught. I smiled over my shoulder at her as I reached for the cupboard door. She laughed aloud at that.

She stood again, wobbling, and took her bikini in hand and walked towards the living room and gasped grabbing for the door jamb. In the process the towel let go and she stood there grasping the towel in one hand the door in the other. Her long smooth back tapered to a narrow waist and flared back out to beautifully curved hips. On her back was a pretty sunflower tattoo with vines around it. There looked to be a figure in the center of it.

"Oh to hell with it. I don't think I've got anything left to hide at this point." She muttered and hobbled out of the room. I opened up the freezer and got a tray of ice out, and filled the glasses. I heard her fumbling around a bit and she started to hobble back out. She'd pulled a light blue flowered sundress on, and taken a minute to brush out her hair. She hobbled over to an easy chair in the living room and sat down. "Would you be a doll and bring that in here?"

I walked into the living room and she was gingerly setting her foot on the coffee table. I handed her a glass and set the other down. I took the towel she'd tossed on the sofa and folded it up into a little bundle and went to take her leg. I stopped myself and looked up at her, from under fallen bangs.

"May I?" I asked. She held her glass with both hands, licking tea from her upper lip, and nodded. I lifted her calf, the skin smooth and warm in my hand, and slipped the folded towel under her ankle to pad it from the table. I set it down carefully and she let out a sigh. I sat down on the sofa and took up my glass. I was looking into the glass at the ice cubes floating around. I set it back down and went to the kitchen, found a plastic bag and filled it with the rest of the ice. I looked down at her, she sat there wide eyed as I reached to carefully set it on her ankle.

"Thank you," She said softly, with a smile "again."

"You slammed the door on purpose didn't you?" She asked.

"Well you were beginning to look like a lobster out there, fresh from the pot. I wasn't sure if you were asleep and I didn't want you to burn, or worse." I said.

She smiled. "Thank you." She said, and after a moment she added, "West Virginia."

"Rockport here, welcome to Maine." I toasted her with my tea, and we clinked glasses. Neither of us said anything we just sat there enjoying our tea.

"You said this was on your way? Where were you going?" Summer asked.

"I was headed down to Davy's marina down the road." I said. Then pointed. "If you go down Sea Road and bear right. He runs a couple of boats for fishing, sightseeing and whale watching. I was going to see if he needed any help this summer."

She nodded, and looked down at her ankle. Water running down her leg from the condensation on the bag.

"If he doesn't give you a job on a boat, you might want to consider going to medical school." She chuckled. "You're a quick thinker and have a gentle touch. I don't mean to keep you from where you were headed but since this is really feeling like hell." She pointed at her foot. "I was wondering if you could do me another favor before you leave."

"Sure, what else do you need, lunch?" I asked.

She laughed. "Well that would be nice, but I was just going to ask you to go into the bathroom and grab the ace bandage that's rolled up on the counter and the bottle of pain killers for me. I want to get this wrapped again, now that I'm not worried I'll look like a cat with one white paw."

I set my glass down, and went to the bath and found the items. I found a bottle of sunburn lotion on the counter and brought that too.

"I see you came prepared to burn." I looked at the bottle.

"Well when you're as white as I am, it happens often, especially this early in the season." Summer said as she reached up for the items. She reached down and took the ice off, and dried her foot off on the towel. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up high as she reached to start unrolling the bandage.

I laughed. "That looks more awkward than a lobster trying to climb a tree." I reached out for the bandage and took it from her. "Let me show you how it's done." I sat on the edge of the coffee table and laid her leg across mine. I wrapped her ankle neatly slipping the clips on at the end with a flourish. I looked at her toes peeking up, the nails a sparkly pink color. A small throat clear broke me out of my reverie, only to notice that I'd been absently stroking her shin and calf. I snatched my hand away, and felt my face turn bright red again. I looked down at the rug and apologized.

"For what? Doing a better job than I would wrapping my ankle? Or maybe the lame lobster jokes." She flipped a hand at me and took the bottle and popped it open. She poured out her dose and knocked them back with a swallow of her tea.

"I should take these with food." She took her foot off my lap and set it gingerly on the floor, grabbing the arms of the chair preparing to get up.

"Whoa! Where are you going?" I asked.

"I was going to go see what was in those bags to eat." She said.

"Sit down. I'll get you something." I answered quickly.

She rolled her eyes at me. "You've done far more than you should have for a tired, broken down old lady." She rolled forward again, and I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her balance back.

"I'll get it." I said firmly. "What would you like?"

"You are too sweet." She said, relaxing back into the chair. "What did you bring?"

I went into the kitchen to rummage through the bags. Given a little creativity and a few minutes time I whipped up a sandwich and chips. I peeked around the door jamb to ask if she wanted mustard or mayo on her turkey. The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Summer had sat forward on the chair, and slipped the straps off the sundress pushing it down to her waist. She sat there slowly rubbing in the sunburn cream into her skin. She finished her arms and began working on her chest rubbing slowly giving each nipple a pinch and tug. My jeans felt about ready to explode at the sight of her. I popped my head back around the door and called out asking my question. She replied, mustard. I responded that it was ready then, to give her time to cover up.

I walked into the room with the plate in front of me and the bag of chips dangling beneath to try and hide my arousal. I sat quickly as I handed her the plate, hoping I'd covered myself well enough.

"Ooh thanks!" She said setting the plate down and reaching for half the sandwich. She just stopped and looked at me. "You didn't make one for yourself?" I shook my head. "Here," she handed me the other half, "I hate eating alone."

I shrugged and took the other half, and we ate quietly. I asked her how she twisted her ankle. Exploring wet rocks on the outbound tide, she'd slipped and thought she'd broken it. She had gotten an X-ray and it was only a bad sprain.

"Ironic. I ended up having to postpone starting work at the very hospital that I was going to be starting at next week." She said.

"Oh? You a doctor?" I asked.

"RN, and I was serious earlier, you have a gentle touch, and you wrap a mean ankle." She followed with a smile.

"Sports." I said by way of explanation. She nodded.

She opened her mouth laying a chip on her tongue and took it in whole giving it a crunch. I didn't know why, but she fascinated me on an entirely new level. I'd seen naked girls before, well in magazines and movies, anyway. Here sat a woman who, unlike those from around here, wasn't scandalized by having her body admired. This isn't the end of the world, but not far from it.

"How old are you Pete." She asked. I told her the truth, that I was nineteen, and I'd just graduated last month. She offered me the chips, and I took a few.

"What are your plans from here?" She asked.

"I honestly don't know. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up." I said chuckling.

She set the chips aside and wiped her hands on the towel. She took up the bottle of cream and popped the cap up. She nonchalantly pulled up the hem on her dress to a nearly indecent level and leaned forward and began rubbing the cream into her leg. She continued to ask me about the area, what there was to do after school got out. She worked her hand further up her thigh, the warm pink flesh supple under her fingers. She pulled back again, the hem of the dress slid up, and a peek of pink lace appeared. She asked if I had a girlfriend. Which made me pause. She started on the other leg working from the ankle up to the knee. She stopped and looked at me when I didn't reply.

"No?" She asked, no doubt noticing that I'd been watching every movement she made.

I just shook my head looking down at the floor. "No. I've gone out a few times, but never really had a girlfriend."

She looked down her leg again, massaging her up her thigh slowly. Watching her was not helping the situation in my jeans one bit.

"That's too bad. Seems an awful waste of resources if you ask me." She smirked.

"Huh?" I said looking up at her with a quizzical look.

She bit her lower lip and looked me in the eye for a moment, then down at my lap, and nodded.

I must have turned deep red, she looked up at me and smiled, then busted out laughing.

"Oh my God! You're as innocent as the day you were born, aren't you?" She asked grinning ear to ear.

I stammered.

"Oh hell." She waved her hand. "Don't be embarrassed hon. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you a hard time." She reached over and gave my wrist a quick squeeze. The feel of her warm hand sent a shock up my arm. She leaned back in the chair, not bothering to adjust her dress. The little pink lace peeking out kept drawing my eye. I could feel her eyes studying me as I tried not to look.

She started softly. "Am I the first woman you've ever seen naked?" She followed with, "in person?"

I cleared my throat. "Well, that close, yea." I said softly. "Last summer, my friend and I found a cove where some girls go to tan in the summer, but we stay well back. They mostly only took their tops off. Jeff had binoculars." I felt my ears turn red.

Summer smiled again biting her lip. "So, the peeping tom thing isn't new." She giggled. She was enjoying teasing me. A moment of silence passed while I looked anywhere but at her. "Stand up Pete, and come here." I looked at her and did as she asked. She slowly reached up, and tugged the straps of her dress to the side, and looped her arms up through, pushing it down her torso. Her breasts popped free, the cherry red nipples stiff in the cool breeze coming through the house. She looked up at me from under a lock of hair, still biting her lip. Time seemed to stop, and I wasn't sure what to do next, but instinct pushed me to reach out and cup her breast. It was warm and soft in my hand, and I stroked it gently. I reached up with my thumb and rubbed the nipple. A sigh as she inhaled deeply, her eyes were closed wh

Team Spirit: Part 7

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Mon, 04 May 2026 15:36:00 +0000

Team Spirit: Part 7 of 7

Mercedes, Eleanor, and Betsy too.

By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Don't fear the waves, fear the undertow.

Emily isn't an idiot so trust her enough to uphold her end of the friendships she's forged.

(Two Weeks Later)

School has a pattern; first is the uncertainty of taking something new and deciding if you are going to drop the course before the deadline. Then the boredom sets in as you get the hang of what you think you are doing. Finally comes the abject terror that you've committed yourself to a course you hate/can't complete. We were all on the cusp of Stage Three.

You could say everyone in the house was a bit stressed about school; when you added in the hormones of the young and things got down right anxious. We dealt with this in a number of ways. We divided up kitchen duty, times for our study groups, and who needed rides to work. For that one day, that Thursday, I was pretty sure we had it all under control.

Barney, Betsy, and I are in one corner of the living room doing our history thing while Jesse and his boyfriend Derrick have the other. Mark and Jamie are playing with the X-box, Gina is at work, and Emily and Amber are studying in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. Since none of us are expecting company we look around the room to see who would stop what they are doing to answer the call.

Barney losses the battle of wills, sighs and trots to the door. He opens it and stammers something which translates over from Awkward Man-speak as 'hot woman at door'.

"May I come in," a hauntingly familiar and frightening voice asks. She doesn't wait for Barney to answer opting to push past him and enter the entry hall.

I am staring at Mercedes and three thoughts rush through my head; how does she know where we live, what's her plan, and can I reach Jamie before she erupts?

"Hey Craig," she purrs at the same time that Emily skips down the hallway with a big smile on her face.

"Mercedes!" she squeals as she runs up and hugs the newcomer. I would admonish Emily if I wasn't racing to catch Jamie as she comes off the floor.

"Bitch!" Jamie screams as she thrashes in my bear hug. Since I am holding her arms pinned to her chest she kicks out instead.

"Please," Emily pleads to Jamie. "We've made up and Mercedes is very sorry about what happened."

"That's right," Mercedes smiles mischievously. "I was very bad and I'd like to apologize to both you and Craig."

"Oh, to hell you say!" Jamie thunders. "I'm not forgiving shit because you haven't changed, you cunt."

"I accept your apology," I tell Mercedes, taking a different tact.

"Craig, you can't believe this shit?" Jamie gawks as she turns to see if I'd drunk the Kool-Aid.

"I'm cool with it if Emily is," I soothe Jamie as I back out of the living room toward the bedrooms.

"You are a bitch," Jamie screams at Mercedes as we exit the room. Once we are in our bedroom and the door is shut I put Jamie down and she promptly slaps me.

"Don't you ever do that to me again," she snaps.

"Listen Jamie, it is better to have her and Emily where we can keep an eye on them than have her telling Emily that we aren't really her friends," I explain. I also fail to promise her that I wouldn't remove her from an awkward situation when needed.

Jamie vibrates with poorly contained energy, her gaze toward me alternating between impressed and furious. When smoke starts boiling out of her ears I take action. I grab Jamie and kiss her violently, crushing her to me. I give her a little room after a minute.

"Sex! Now!" Jamie demands.

"Later," I assuage her, "we have company."

"Urr" Jamie responds accompanied with some heavy breathing. My eyes gravitate to her braless breasts, a move that Jamie catches.

"You are hopeless," she says as she rolls her eyes, but I can tell I've temporarily defused her wrath.

I take Jamie's hand and lead her back to the main room. The conversation subsides when we return.

"So, are we okay?" Mercedes asks sweetly.

"Sure," I respond. Jamie glares at Mercedes but keeps the peace and resumes her place with the X-box. Emily looks at me nervously so I give her a wink and a smile only belatedly catching Mercedes taking in the whole exchange.

I rejoin my study group and we get back to business. I catch Betsy tossing me a questioning look but I indicate that it is a story that takes more than one breath so she lets it lie. Emily and Mercedes go back to their room to 'study' while Amber comes over to the sofa and sits down next to me very platonic-like.

I end up being the one to take Betsy home, stopping on the way to pick up Gina from work. Gina is her warm friendly self as she gets into the back seat of my car, hugging me and almost hugging Betsy who barely recoils in time. Once again Betsy gives me this curious look.

"I have a bunch more girls as friends than actual girlfriends," I try to explain.

"Of course," she says with a straight face. "It is none of my business anyway."

"Wow," Gina snickers, "she's so hot for you."

"I am not," insists Betsy. "He's not my type."

"No she's not (hot for me)," I add, then, "I'm not?"

"No, you are not and if he's so hot why are you sharing him with all those other roommates of his?" Betsy asks Gina. Gina chuckles.

"I'm not sleeping with Craig. He's Mark's best friend and I'm with Mark. So, what is your excuse?" Gina replies.

"I prefer a prospective boyfriend to have more morals," Betsy informs us. Gina and I exchange looks by way of the rearview mirror.

"What do you mean Betsy?" I inquire. "I've always been nice to you."

"Craig, you sleep with every girl you meet," Betsy explains. Okay...

"What makes you think that?" I have to ask causing Betsy to sigh patiently.

"How many women have you slept with, if you haven't lost count?" she says with a heavy dose of condescension.

"Three," I fire off immediately. I remind myself that Betsy alienates almost everyone she knows in a matter of months.

"Do you seriously expect me to believe that?" Betsy replies.

"Craig," Gina questions me playfully, "how many girls have hit on you?" I have to think about that.

"A few," I prevaricate. Gina snorts.

"Mark says that you get all kinds of play at those football parties," she grins.

"Having some sluts rub up against him hardly makes Craig more appealing," Betsy counters.

"One; they are not sluts. Two; it was all harmless fun," I grumble.

"If you say so," she sniffs a rebuff.

"Betsy, do I bother you?" I inquire. She gave me a serious once over.

"No, you behave yourself around me and you are pretty smart for a jock," she admits.

"I feel the same way about you Betsy. You may keep looking at my crotch but you are discrete about it," I tease her. I expect some sort of snappy denial so when she turns and looks out the window without comment I am a bit floored.

"Betsy, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for," I apologize after a moment.

"Okay," is her clipped reply.

"That's good," I tell her. "After all, if you dumped me it would ruin my reputation as a man-whore."

"Well," groans Betsy, "we can't have that." Shortly after that we drop Betsy off and Gina has joined me in the front seat, Gina smiles at me and says,

"You like her."

"Sure I like her but I wish she'd notice that Barney existed. He is so into her and I think he could put up with her crap if they ever got into a relationship," I respond.

"That's very nice of you. I'm sure she'd sleep with you if you went after her," Gina comments.

"I think we both know I don't want to sleep with every woman I find attractive," I reply.

"Don't I know it," she sighs playfully. Getting back is fun to say the least. I really need some quality time with Jamie. Between Mercedes and Betsy I am getting too wound up.

Of course, coming through the door Barney 'manhandles' me into the kitchen.

"Craig, I called Betsy and asked her out on a date," he blubbers.

"Well, good for you," I smile and pat him on the back.

"She said yes ... what am I going to do?" he continues to stutter.

"I imagine you'll pick out a nice place to eat and a movie you think she'll like to see," I suggest.

"Umm ... okay, right," Barney nods.

"Barney, relax; this is not the end of the world. Take it one step at a time," but I have a feeling Barney isn't really listening anymore.

The thankful thing is everyone else has crashed out so I clean up and creep into my bedroom, hoping for a little comfort. I am about to pad over to Jamie's bed when I see her in mine. As I slip under the covers she moves over ... and I know I've made a mistake.

"Amber?"

"Yes," she whispers back. "Emily and the whore are getting busy so Jamie said I could crash here." I remain silent. "Yes," Amber snickers, "she is the dark psychic girl," and by she I know she means Jamie.

"This doesn't change anything between us right?" I say quietly.

"No," she answers, then, "Is that your thumb between my legs or are you not hard yet?" I shift around to clarify the matter to her. "Oh fuck, Craig," she hisses, "you are hard as a rock. If you are going to fuck me at least me get my underwear out of the way."

"Do you want to fuck?" I all but beg urgently.

"Wouldn't you rather we cuddle instead?" she tests me. The short, truthful answer is 'no, but would you at least let me get the K-Y under the bed and beat off first', but that's not how I respond. I snuggle up, wrap an arm around her waist and pull her tight. Amber presses her head against my neck and takes a deep breath.

"Good night," Amber breathes into me. I resolve to somehow will my erection to obedience and I am making some headway, no pun intended, when I hear a woman go off in a very passionate and vocal orgasmic explosion. It has to be Mercedes, the bitch, and because love obviously abhors a vacuum Mark and Gina begin getting busy on the other side of the wall. Now I know what Jesse had gone through last semester.

(Friday)

I blame myself, really I do. I am so busy getting the story from Emily on how she and Mercedes have hooked back up Mercedes had come crying to her full of remorse (yeah right) that I forget the other emotional train wreck in my life. Sometimes I think Emily is way too nice a person. An apology led to a coffee, to a walk in the park, to heavy petting at Mercedes' apartment to having sex here at our place.

Barney borrows my car for his date; so far so good. He chose one of the nicest places to eat near campus; even better. Had he remembered his wallet things would have worked out, but he didn't, so Betsy ends up paying for their meals. Betsy asks that she drive back to our place to get his wallet, but Barney insists that he drive and of course he is pulled over.

That is when Barney apparently losses the ability for coherent speech so he ends up going to the police station with a D U I. Betsy is smart enough to call me to come bail him out; I bring Jamie along to take my car and would have brought her in but she decides Barney was humiliated enough. Jesse is good enough to let me use his car for the pick-up.

At the station I meet a fuming Betsy and a friendly officer. After a bit of 'shop talk' about the team's chances next season he agrees to have Barney ROR'ed and he gets to show up to court on Monday to clear this up. The ride back to Betsy's dorm is done in tomb-like silence. At least Barney has enough dignity not to sob.

"Betsy, I'm sorry," Barney mumbles once we stop to drop Betsy off.

"Okay," she says curtly then gets out. I can't bare Barney's heartsick look.

"I'll be right back," I tell Barney. I jump out of the car and race to catch up with Betsy. I find her in front of the elevator.

"Betsy I'm ... Listen, I know Barney can do better. Please give him another shot," I plead.

"Are you serious?" she snaps. I nod and to her credit she takes a moment to think it over. She steps into me, puts a hand to the back of my head and draws me down into a kiss. Tentative at first then our tongues began to dart back and forth.

"Okay," she relents once we break our kiss, "but now we are even for the research paper."

"Huh? You came back and helped me with the English paper. You don't owe me anything," I respond.

"Craig, I would have been lost without your help and I'm smart enough to know it. You would have finished your English assignment with or without me," Betsy relates.

"Why the kiss then?" I have to ask.

"I wanted to see what all the fuss was about," she states.

"I ... well ... how was it?" I inquire.

"I'm going out with Barney again, am I not?" she smiles. Now I can't decide if that's a good thing or not. Barney is my buddy and I want him to go on a date because his lady wants to spend time with him, not because she feels she owes me something. I guess I have to be satisfied with the hope that this time the real Barney will shine through and impress Betsy with the good guy I know him to be.

Barney and I get back without exchanging a word. I have a grand total of a year and a half dating experience and I have never experienced anything like this. Barney is even worse off in the girl-thing than me, so he is of no help. When we get home no one acts out of the ordinary.

"Barney, Betsy called and she wants you to call her when you got in," Jamie says nonchalantly.

Barney looks at me fearfully for an explanation like I'm some guru.

"Call her," I advise. Like a man walking to the gallows Barney walks over to the phone in the kitchen. The gang (Mark, Gina, Jamie, and Amber) are watching the TV and aren't likely to cut down on the noise. I figure Jesse and Derrick have already headed out for the night.

I head to the bathroom; see the door is somewhat ajar so I stroll on in. I catch Derrick drying off and our eyes lock.

"I need to use the toilet," I inform him. Derrick secures the towel around his waist before walking past me on the way back to Jesse's room. He smacks my ass as he does so.

"Don't you be play'en now," I tease him which is clearly the last thing he expects me to say. "I know you're someone's bitch."

Derrick gives me another look then laughs out loud.

"I'm going to tell Jesse you said that," he chuckles.

"What; that you are playing around, or that you're his bitch," I grin.

"Maybe I'll tell him you hit on me," he suggests.

"He'll never believe it," I reply. He looks for the punch line and I deliver. "He knows I'm far too afraid of Jamie to ever piss her off by pissing Jesse off that much."

"Ha," he laughs again. "I believe it. Jesse's told me about the scars she's left on your back. I'd be afraid of her too."

"I'll tell her you said that. It will make her night," I snicker. Derrick heads his way and I relieve myself. I pass Barney on the way back to the living room; he looks somewhat beyond stunned.

"Everything okay?" I question.

"Betsy asked if we could try again tomorrow night. I said yes," he mumbles.

"Good for you," I tell him as I put a hand on his shoulder and turn him around. "Jesse and Derrick are getting dressed."

That is code for gay guys doing stuff that us straight guys might not want to wrap our minds around being confident heterosexuals and all. For all I know they are really getting dressed for a night on the town, but letting Barney stumble in on them probably isn't wise. We return to the living room, Barney takes the recliner and I start to lay out on the sofa. Before I can get comfortable, Jamie and Amber get off the floor and settle in on either side of me just like old times.

(Monday)

I'm in second semester Advanced Biology when I get a text from the Coach to contact him ASAP. I muddle through the rest of the class and give him a call in the hallway, or I start to.

"Hey Craig! Congrats," an upperclassman I barely know says as he comes up and slaps me on the back. I think his name is Tony or Tom.

"Huh?" I wonder.

"Lawrence Morgan announced he's going into the NFL draft," he grins. Oh hell, I was supposed to have this responsibility until year after next.

"Thanks, but I think I should see what the Coach has to say about that," I respond. I hope my smile doesn't come across as too feeble.

I toy with the idea of blowing of Organic Chemistry but I think the Coach will understand that I put a high premium on my course load. Besides, I'm not going to blow off Eleanor and Barney. I call the man and give him my decision. He understands and asks me to come around to his office before lunch because there are things we need to discuss. I can't tell if that is good news or not.

I arrive at the Coach's office without too much drama. He is on the phone, but waves me to a seat. My Father has been out of the picture for some time so I'm a bit thin on male role models, but in the short time I've known him I think I could do worse than Coach. He does his best to tell you the right thing to do and makes you feel small if you don't do it without saying a word.

"Craig, I'm prepared to bring in a rising senior out of Fresno State to take the top spot as quarterback," he begins without preamble. "It is not a rebuke of you or your style, but I want you to get a bit more experience before saddling you with team leadership. You may still end up with the top slot. I'm keeping the team's options open; okay?"

"Absolutely," I nod. I'm neither elated for dodging the burden nor deflated for missing the limelight for another year. I was promised the lead position for my junior and senior years so I'm not really missing anything. "I still want the quarterback slot if I can get it," I add.

"I know you do Craig," Coach grins. "I also want you to know something. You were right and I was wrong."

That catches me off-guard. What can he be referring to?

"Mark Quantrill; I know you encouraged him to come here and try out for the team. You were so impressive at All-State I under-estimated his talent. He's become a real asset and it proves I was right about you; you read your players well. I'll tell you something else."

"Sir?"

"Morgan isn't going to last three years in the NFL. He has a fantastic arm but he doesn't play well with others. There is also the fact that this conference has some of the worst secondaries in the nation. Morgan is going to learn what it is like when he goes up against the professionals. I think he is going to have a rude awakening."

"He still has the best arm I've ever seen," I counter.

"One of the differences between the two of you is you both have good arms his is better but you have a better head for the game. You know what your people can and can't do which makes you a far deadlier opponent. Besides, you should see our defensemen flinch every time you take a hit. I've never seen a defense care so much for the guy on the other side."

By that he means someone on the offense. There is always a rivalry between offense and defense. Whenever one side succeeds in a scrimmage, the other side gets yelled at. It is the way of things. Sometimes we forgot we are on the same team so I make a point of hanging out with the other half of the team when I am on the bench. It is

Team Spirit: Part 6

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Team Spirit: Part 6 of 7

Christmas, and what comes after

By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

You risk much for love, but you risk more by avoiding it.

(Week Fourteen)

Our final game of the season was on the road against Montgomery, one of the top schools in the nation. We were underdogs but came ready for a fight. They started out the game scoring a touchdown on us and we couldn't seem to catch up. I started the third quarter. I got inside the twenty twice, but couldn't deliver and that left me feeling like crap.

We lost by fourteen in the end after a valiant but futile goal line stand in the final minute of the game. Morgan had the last series of downs and tossed one hell of a pass for forty yards, proving he was one of the best quarterbacks in the nation. Had the guy not been clobbered right after the catch it might have meant something. As it was we simply ran out of time. It was a long flight home.

(Monday)

Eleanor had missed class that day which was a bit odd. I had meant to call her but the day had turned hectic with all sort of last minute projects so I found myself knocking on the door more out of habit than anything else. Denise answered the door and gave me a crooked smile.

"Hey sport, what's shaking?" she asked.

"Is Eleanor in?" I responded.

"She's been sick all weekend long," she informed me. "She's probably not in the mood tonight."

"Can I see her?" I requested. Denise gave me another look, stood aside and let me in. Eleanor was in one of the comfy chairs drinking something that looked like coffee or tea. Her face lit up when I came in.

"Craig, I'm ill," she sniffled. I moved over to her. "Don't," she protested, "you'll get sick."

"I'll risk it," I insisted. "Now scoot over and let me sit down."

"There isn't any room," she protested.

"Then get up and you can sit in my lap," I ordered. Eleanor struggled to obey but when she sat down on me she leaned into me and sighed.

"Thanks," Eleanor sniffled again. She was resting her head on my shoulder. As I stroked her hair I noticed that Denise was looking us over. She gave me a smile and a wink. "Did you miss me today?" Eleanor asked.

"You weren't in class today?" I gasped. "I hadn't noticed." Eleanor responded by giving me a weak elbow to the ribs.

"You are a beast," she groused. I kissed her on the forehead and she wormed her way deeper into my arms.

"Can I get you some tea Craig?" Denise asked.

"Sure; with honey," I requested.

"Here you go," Denise said when she got back from the kitchen. It was warm and good. After a few sips Eleanor looked up at me.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" she inquired.

"Do you want me to carry you?" I responded. The look she gave me was priceless. We put our tea cups down and I hefted her light body up and headed upstairs.

"I'll go get our teas," I said when I had her tucked in. I was back quickly having refreshed Eleanor's cup. We sat back on the bed sipping our drinks in silence.

"I could get used to this," she said between nose drips. I handed her a tissue and she blew her nose. "God, I must look horrible."

"You look fine to me," I promised her. She remained quiet for a while.

"Why did you never ask to me to do ... things?" she whispered.

"Things?" I asked. She rubbed my crotch and I assumed she meant a blowjob.

"You never asked and I didn't want to rush anything. I figured we could get to that next year," I told her. "That implies a next year of course."

"You try and get away from me," she sniffled. "I'll hurt you."

"How did you get so feisty?" I asked. She didn't reply, just snuggled in and hugged me. I wrapped her up and slowly rocked her to sleep, getting her cup from her drooping hand. I woke up in the morning with a bit of a back ache from my sleeping position, but it was worth it.

(Thursday)

I was crawling through the library tombs late at night getting the last bit of my bibliography for my final English term paper when I ran across a strange individual working alone in one of the glassed off private rooms. It was Betsy Atkins, the girl Barney had been interested in at the start of the semester. She had a stack of books around her.

"Problems," I inquired. Her head popped up and I could see her mind try to place me. She looked frazzled.

"Oh, it is you," she replied. "I'm only doing some course work." I leaned against the door.

"Where is your study group?" I wondered. She looked depressed by the question.

"It sort of fell apart," she admitted.

"You drove the girls out and the guys left when they realized they weren't going to get any action," I guessed. She lowered her head.

"What makes you say ..." she began then, "How did you know?"

"You are an attractive, intelligent woman with a health ego," I pointed out. "You probably have never had a female friend, you don't suffer fools lightly, and you are naturally abrasive. You attract men, but they don't stick around because you can be cruel and cutting. You have even less patience with women. Am I wrong?"

"Shut the fuck up!" she snapped. She was now close to tears. I could walk away and let her drowned.

"Betsy, is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. She glared at me then shook her head.

"Only if you know your history of Western Civilization?" she mumbled.

"I'm not ignorant," I grinned. "I can find it on a map and I know that Roman Civilization came after the Peloponnesian Wars." Again I could tell she didn't really think I could string three words together. I blamed it all on my High School civics teacher.

"I need to know about Hammurabi's Code and what influence it has on modern law," she told me. I looked over her books and sat down.

"You start with that book, and I'll start here," I offered. We divided up the source material and began making notes. It was past midnight when she had something she could turn in.

"I ... why did you help me when you don't like me?" she asked.

"Half of us won't make it to our senior years Betsy. A few more of us will make it if we help each other."

"Seriously?" she doubted.

"Why is that so hard to believe? Betsy you chose to be a bitch, but you don't have to be. You are smart and could make friends if you decided to."

"What now?" she said. I was afraid that she thought the worst of me. She was hot after all.

"I imagine you are going to go home and get some sleep and I'm going to stay and finish my English project," I informed her. She began putting her books away and then she was gone. About ten minutes later there was a voice being cleared behind me. I turned and it was Betsy.

"Do you need some help?" she offered. It took us to well past two getting it right. The next morning I learned we had the house. Thank God, because I couldn't have dealt with Jamie without it.

(Week Fifteen)

It was our first weekend without football though we still practiced. In college, serious programs never stop but are all year around affairs. Considering how much money the football program brought we were expected to put out. We also learned we weren't getting a Bowl bid. Such was the vagaries of life.

It was strange to see how different I was from most of my teammates. They wanted to go out and party but I still had work to do for exams. Eleanor was kind enough to help me (and Barney) with our Biology final and Jamie helped me with math. The rest I could do on my own, or rather I was forced to do on my own. Monday the exams started.

(Friday)

After my Friday morning exam it was off to furniture rentals. It was interesting to referee between Jamie and Amber. Emily was much more conciliatory, but wasn't willing to run full tilt at her friends. My main tool was reminding Jamie how much she would have to work at job to make her share of the expenses.

When we finally settled on a design theme I felt like I'd won conference game. Emily hugged me while Jamie and Amber looked at me with the deep suspicion that I'd favored one over the other. That convinced me that I had done it right. The whole heady sensation that we would have furniture delivered in the next day was something I would not soon forget.

(Week Sixteen)

After practice Mark and I hurried to the new home. Jamie had driven down and gotten Gina and the furniture company was in the process of unloading everything. Gina hug-tackled Mark the moment he announced his presence and when I turned to laugh at him Jamie tackled me. She was near tears and that was when I really had saved her sanity. I held her tight and stroked the back of her hair.

"How is the sleeping arrangements going to work out?" said Jesse from the door.

"Barney isn't here yet, but it is Mark Quantrill here with Gina Orwell here. You three don't know each other. Guys, this is Jesse Costas; he's my current roommate. Amber is going to room with Emily here, and Jamie is going to room with me."

"Barney is ..." Gina asked.

"Barney is Barney Ross, one of my study buddies and in the same major as me," I informed her.

"Cool," she smiled. I imagined that nothing could ruin this day for her.

"So, how come you two jocks get to have live in mates?" Jesse questioned.

"Because I don't trust Jamie with Gina," I joked back. Everyone thought it was funny ... except Jamie who took the occasion to punch me. What's with girls hitting me all the time?

By the end of the day Jesse, Mark, Barney and I had all our stuff moved in and we were sitting around in the semi-darkness eating Mac-D's. The power and water wouldn't come on until Monday, which equated to minimum computer time. Cable wouldn't be ready until Tuesday. Our whole group laughed about living in the dark ages of the 1980's.

Barney, Jesse, Mark, and Emily made plans to head home in the morning. Amber and I would head out in the next week because we both felt the need to meet with the family before Christmas. That night though I was about to go to bed when I heard some moaning from the room next to me; it was Mark and Gina.

I was trying to get to sleep with visions of a semi-clad Gina dancing in my mind when I felt Jamie's hand on my chest. I moved over and she joined me under the covers. I wanted to make some sort of joke at Mark and Gina's expense but Jamie's poetic nature beat me to the punch.

"Let's fuck like bunnies." That was Jamie for you; the soul of romance.

I twisted Jamie on top of me so I could work off her shirt and get to her nipples. I loved the way they stood out and they had an extra quality to them in the cold air. I reached down for her ass and discovered she had no shorts or panties on; I began to suspect premeditation on her part. Jamie lifted one leg so I could quickly pull my underwear off then she leapt back on me.

We kissed like hungry beasts, or desperate lovers. I held her head in my hands so I could control our intensity and direct my kisses to other places than her lips. Jamie being Jamie; she thrashed against me playfully. It was by accident that I entered her but we fell still when it happened. She looked down at me and I could swear she was smiling.

Jamie slowly slipped down my shaft inch by tight inch.

"God I love this," she whispered to me. I bent my body up to kiss her in response. Jamie pushed my down and began rubbing up and down against me, her nipples dragging up and down my chest and tickling my own nipples.

To help her rhythm I grabbed her ass so I could pull up on when she wanted to go up and rest easy as she pushed back down. We shared the labor of our sex and soon our sweat added a new texture, heat and friction. In the cold night air it was exhilarating.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she began grunting. I began pumping my groin into her when I was already inside.

Jamie pushed herself down into my shoulder.

"Craig!" she screamed, partially muffled by my flesh. She kept panting and clawing at my flesh for several long seconds. Jamie's fluids flooded my crotch, ass, and sheets.

"Oh God!" came the cry from the other room. Apparently Gina had chosen not to stifle her own orgasm. I felt sorry for Jesse ... less so for Barney.

I held Jamie tight as we regained our breath.

"Let's go sleep in your bed," I suggested.

"No you don't," Jamie whispered. She began pushing up and down on me again and my hands once more gripped her ass. At the same time she began tightening her vaginal muscles in a new way.

"Damn that is good," I said softly between bated breathe. Jamie picked up her pace and began raking my ribs with her fingernails. It wasn't for lack of effort that she didn't skin me alive. The pain combined with her exceptional sexual dynamic cause my sex to finally erupt inside of her. My body was wracked with pleasure and Jamie gave gloating 'ahs' on top of me.

"Now we can go sleep in my bed," she giggled.

"Now I want your ass," I whispered.

"Really; do you think you can get it up?" she said with a wiggle.

"Do you want to find out?" I tested her.

"Actually my ass if freezing. This house is cold," Jamie sighed. "Let's go to my bed and see what 'comes up' in the morning." I slapped her ass lightly and Jamie squeaked. I had the fun of chasing her across the room and jump into the other bed with her. As far as I could tell we fell into a blissful slumber about the same time.

Christmas Break

As I came up the walkway to our college group home Jamie came running out to jump into my arms. I was barely able to put my gifts down before she collided with me.

"God, I've missed you," she said between kisses.

"Jamie, I've been gone three days," I responded. I saw Gina standing somewhat self-consciously at the door. I'd been back in our home town spending time with my Mom.

"Hey, Gina," I called out. "Help me unload the car." She shuffled toward me as I hung onto Jamie. Together the three of us went to the car. The second Christmas present Gina pulled out made her pause. I casually looked her way.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"This has my name on it," she mumbled.

"It's Christmas; you get gifts on Christmas," I grinned. Gina attacked the pile of gifts, her smile growing larger. The three of us finally got everything inside and I sighed when I noticed what Jamie had gotten for a Christmas tree -- a fossilized bush completely devoid of leaves.

At least Jamie had the good sense to look contrite when I cast my baleful gaze upon her.

"Well, let's get the presents open," I announced. Jamie and Gina sat down and attacked their small pile of presents. Gina got one from Mark, Amber, Emily, Jamie, and I and she went hog wild. She danced around the place with her clothes, new cell phone, and pre-paid charge card.

Jamie laughed it up with Gina and they both raced back to their bedrooms to change. Gina had the good sense to come out fully clothed but Jamie tempted fate by coming out in her new hoodie and thong panties. Gina was scandalized, but I noticed her gaze kept slipping Jamie's way. It reminded me of the kiss Gina had shared with Emily a year ago.

"What did you get for Christmas?" Jamie asked.

"Two gorgeous girls to do with as I please," I chortled. Gina gulped and Jamie poked me in the chest.

"Don't worry, Gina. When he talks about his two girls he's referring to his right hand and left hand," Jamie grinned.

"Ouch," I cringed. "I came all this way to see you, Baby."

"You came all this way to sleep alone tonight," she taunted me. Gina giggled. I looked pained which only made Jamie happier.

"Don't you want some hot throbbing sex?" I begged.

"I don't know," Jamie said loftily. "Gina, what are you doing tonight?" Gina choked.

"I ah -- Craig, a little help here?" Gina sputtered.

"I'll hold her down and you tickle her," I conspired. Gina looked uncertain but Jamie knew what was coming and bolted for the bedroom. I raced after her and got her right at the bedroom door. I wrapped her up in my arms and lifted her back to the main room.

"Gina! Help!" Jamie squawked. I fell down on the sofa and Jamie thrashed around trying to get free. Gina hovered over us for a few seconds before a whole new kind of smile came to her face and she leapt on Jamie. Jamie started really kicking and screaming in hysterics while Gina tickled her without mercy.

The three of us fell to the floor and soon Gina was tickling me and Jamie equally. I grabbed Gina in desperation and pulled her to us. Jamie was fighting for breath but managed to get on top of Gina where the tickling was returned with intent. In the end we were all struggling for breath on the floor and lying on our backs.

Jamie rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows looking down on Gina.

"You are going to pay for your treachery, young maiden," Jamie panted.

Gina reached up and stroked Jamie's hair.

"Okay," she responded softly.

"How about I go out and get some food?" I suggested.

"I'll go with you," Gina insisted in a nervous manner. We stood up and gathered our coats, and I noticed Jamie's confused expression. Gina had some issues, that was for sure.

Gina sat in silence for most of the trip to the Chinese take-out place. On the way back Gina turned to me, looking very serious.

"You and Jamie are very close, right?" Gina asked.

"Very close. But that doesn't mean the two of you can't be close too," I suggested. That brought Gina up short once more. "What you are feeling is totally natural, Gina. You don't have to worry about Jamie or me judging you," I told her.

"Craig, I like you; I trust you. What am I going to do?" Gina worried. She trusts me? What is wrong with my jock image that makes girls want to trust me and makes me not want to abuse that trust? How less complicated would my life be if I was as total asshole?

"Follow your heart, Gina. Have a little faith in you," I responded.

"What about us, -- you and me?" Gina asked.

"As I've told you earlier, you are beautiful. Mark is my friend and I don't feel there can be an 'us' while the two of you are together. You, Jamie, and Emily are a different matter," I assured her. "Don't worry about me getting jealous; Jamie has always gone her own way and I think Emily likes you."

"She does?" Gina sounded a bit surprised.

"Oh, yeah, trust me on that one. Emily likes you a lot," I told her.

"Amber?" Gina questioned.

"Amber less so, but that has more to do with what she likes than anything personal," I assured her.

"We are not talking about friendship, are we?" Gina asked for clarification.

"Nope," I answered. Gina looked at her hands a long time.

"All of this was going on when we were in high school, wasn't it?" she inquired.

"Yes, it was," I grinned.

"I always thought there was something 'friendly' about Emily and Jamie; they were always so helpful and touchy-feely," she noted.

"Did you like that level of relationship?" I asked. She thought that over for a minute.

"Yes," she replied quietly. "Yes, I did. Do you think Mark will get upset?"

"Are you going to dump him?" I responded.

"No," Gina declared. "Mark is the best thing to ever happen to me."

"Then I think we are okay. The weird thing will be if Mark wants to watch," I inform

Team Spirit: Part 5

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Sat, 02 May 2026 15:33:00 +0000

Team Spirit: Part 5 of 7

Heading toward finals.

By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

If it matters, make it count.

(Monday)

"Do it again," Eleanor told me yet again as she did absolutely every lab.

"I have I ever told you how lovely your eyes look when fired by unmitigated hate?" I answered.

"No, that is a new one," she growled. I took my failed results and went back to my lab partner Barney. He shook his head wondering why I kept going back for the punishment.

When we finally turned in the proper answers that met her exacting specifications Eleanor intensely met my eyes.

"Can you come by my place tonight at eight?" she whispered. I nodded. I was afraid I knew what this was about.

At eight I showed up at her little apartment and knocked on the door. I heard some rustling inside and when the door opened it was clear that Eleanor had run over her roommate with the short black hair to there first.

"Hey Craig, come on in!" she panted. Eleanor virtually dragged me inside.

"Hey," I managed to get out to her roommates before she led me upstairs and into her room.

"Ah, Eleanor?" I wondered.

"Quick, get out of your clothes," she said hurriedly. She was already stripping out of her own. I started doing the same. Before I was finished she was already under the covers staring at me.

"Eleanor did you invite me over here solely so we could have sex?" I inquired. She thought about it for a moment.

"Yes."

"I'm your Booty Call?" I sounded confused. She hesitated and had the heart to sound embarrassed.

"Yes."

"What do you do if I walk out that door?" I threatened. She looked hurt and a bit shocked at what she'd done.

"I don't know," she said weakly. I regarded her cautiously before my next statement.

"Good thing you are not going to have to find out," I grinned. "Now scoot over."

She did that quickly and I went under the covers and into her arms. I rolled on top of her began savagely kissing her. She began making that little warbling noise she made when she was sexually excited. My hand slid down her body making gentle feelers.

"Mmmm," she purred without me going for the classical tits and ass erogenous zones.

This woman was a lot of fun for a man who liked to use touch to excite. I moved my kisses down to her neck, shoulder and the earlobe, which got her more turned on.

"Craig, I want to do it," she groaned. Eleanor was a virgin and had been pretty adamant about staying that way.

"That will cost you dinner," I teased as I ran my hand along the swell of her hips and belly.

"Bastard," she gasped. I punished her for that by going back to her vulnerable earlobe. She was soon writhing in my gasps and crying out. The second I ran two fingers along her vulnerable virgin slit she came.

"Oh Craig!" she shouted. I now decided to show off and began to seriously working her over. My thumb and finger worked over her cunt while my other hand tweaked her breast and my lips ghosted over everything from chest to eyelids. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes and her breath was coming in ragged rasps.

"Please," she begged.

"No way," I gloated and she mewled like a kitten. "I'm going to make you come and come," and I did. After the third mighty spasm I had mercy. She had soaked the bed with her sweat the sheets were totally messed up where her fists had clenched them in to balls.

"I can't walk," she groaned but I realized there was a fatigued smile etched on her face.

"But are you happy?" I suggested.

"Desperately happy ... are we going to do this again?" she hoped.

"Not tonight Doctor. You've had thee orgasms in one hour and you need a rest, but maybe tomorrow," I instructed.

With much effort she pushed herself on top of me and soaked up my energy.

"I have to go; PT at six a.m.," I explained.

"I'll miss you," she whispered somewhat fearfully.

"I'll miss you too," I assured her. "Not that I've been with all that many woman -- okay three -- but you are super-energetic and very exciting to be with."

"Even if I'm small?" she worried.

"If you were bigger could I do this," I teased as I pulled her up and sucked her whole breast into my mouth. Eleanor gasped and pulled on my hair.

"I suppose not," she moaned happily. She made a disappointed little sigh when I released my mouth lock.

"I have to be working out in the morning," I reminded her.

"Okay," she allowed as she rolled off to the side. I hurriedly got dressed and 'forgot' to put on my shirt as I pulled on my hoodie and made for the door.

"Tomorrow I can make it around ten thirty," I told her

"I'll make the time," she smiled. I headed out the door and found all three women working on their computers when I came down. They all stole glances at me. I went over and fixed myself a glass of water, drank it and headed for the door.

"Three?" the short-haired girl teased.

"I'm Craig; you are?" I extended my hand.

"Denise," she answered and shook it. She had a good grasp.

"Yes three, but then she had mercy on me and released me to go home. I swear you grad students are pent up sexual volcanoes," I grinned.

The girls exchanged glances unsure how much I jested. I took that moment to make my leave. My knee was still hurting and it was a long way back to the dorm. Once there I found that Jesse had the 'warning' mark out, indicating he had company in the room, so I made myself comfortable in the common area and finished studying to well past midnight. Practice in the morning sucked.

(Tuesday)

I dragged my way through classes and opted for a nap instead of lunch to put a few more hours of sleeplessness behind me. I snacked on energy bars between classes and met up with Jamie and Emily for a study session around dinner time. Around nine I made my excuses to my friends, worked out at the sports facility for an hour, showered and went to Eleanor's.

This time the red-head Tammie answered the door. She gave me a friendly smile then called over her shoulder to the room in general.

"Eleanor, your Jackhammer is here!" Followed by looking back to me and said "Come on in Craig."

"You know I'm a sensitive guy with feelings," I joked with her as I entered. I put my book bag at by the door and took off my jacket.

"What would you prefer?" she answered.

"Love Doctor ... no wait; Passion Piston," I puffed out my chest. She patted me on the ass and chuckled.

Before the conversation could continue Eleanor came racing to the top of the stairs, wearing my shirt I'd left for her and drying her hair. The general idea I thought we all had was that she had nothing on underneath the shirt either. I took the stair two at a time and Eleanor giggled and raced for her room.

I kissed her in the middle of the room and ran my hands over her back and ass.

"Thanks for the shirt; it smells of you," she smiled appreciatively. I stuck me face into her hair and neck.

"Let me get the smell of you," I responded. She sighed. I began working off my hoodie. When she started to take off her shirt I stopped her. She looked at me curiously.

When I was naked I moved up to Eleanor and slowly pulled her shirt up. I knelt down and kissed her stomach when it became revealed. I slowly moved the shirt up kissing my way with it; each breasts getting each own tongue twirl. When I got her shirt off she was vibrating with sexual tension.

"I want to do it," she gasped. I nodded because I wasn't sure what to say when agreeing to be a woman's first. "I have rubbers." So did I but I didn't feel that saying it was appropriate at that moment. She opened the drawer and handed me a box.

"Extra Large," I noted. "Why does everyone get Extra Large? Are we all supposed to have tree trunks between our thighs?" I groaned.

"You can't use them," Eleanor sounded disappointed.

"No, all guys get Extra Large so it is a pretty much catch all. I'll do just fine, but I still like to bitch about it."

"Well quick, put it on!" she urged. Man she was hungry for sex so I ripped the condom rapper and rolled it on.

I led her into bed and put her beneath me. She was clearly terrified so I developed a plan. I gently caressed her body but that didn't help, but this part of the plan wasn't supposed to. When I could see panic about to overwhelm her I made my move. I tickled her under her arms. Eleanor jumped.

"What are you ...' she then lost the ability to speak except with giggles. "No," she gasped.

I wouldn't relent. Soon she was laughed and thrashing about the bed unable to escape my greater strength and fast hands.

"Please," she begged between hiccups. I had maneuvered her so that we were spooning. Only when I rocked my hips forward and up a bit did she realize; I was about to enter her.

She tensed up slightly so I tickled her again.

"I'll be good," she giggled. I actually slipped inside and she whimpered. Damn she had a tight vagina but then she was as small woman. I had one hand underneath her and was groping her breast. My free hand teased her ear, neck, ribs, and waist.

Eleanor pushed down slightly and tensed.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

"I want to do this," she moaned, part ecstasy, part pain. All I could think that when this woman set her mind to do something she was determined.

We began to push in and withdraw incrementally until I felt we had reached that critical point.

"Hang on," I warned her. She nodded and I then pushed.

"Ow," she cried softly then sobbed with her back pressed against me.

I held her tightly. She kept trembling until I pushed in a little deeper. She gasped, but I pressed a little more before withdrawing. I pulled back a little more then I felt her push down.

"It hurts," she whimpered.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Yes, for a minute. Let me adjust. I hear that makes it feel better," Eleanor answered. A little while later she pushed down again and I began rocking my hips for her. I also began moving my hands over her body and her painful trembles became ones of pleasure.

"Craig, yes yes," she panted. I few more pumps and a stroke over her lower stomach and she screamed out "Fuck yeah!" which was the first curse word I could recall her saying.

After she came down, I kept my free arm draped over her for a bit.

"How about we lay here for a while," I suggested. From my experiences with my first girl, Jamie, Eleanor would be sore and uncomfortable with sex.

"That would be nice," she murmured and snuggled in against me.

We remained spooned until she asked me a question about cellular mitosis. I thought about it before answering. She turned over and looked into my eyes. The next few questions were more difficult and I began wondering what it was she was getting at. I began answering with 'I'm not sure,' which didn't seem to bother her at all. I finally had to ask,

"What is this about?"

"Just checking that you loved Biology," she sighed.

"You are a graduate student Eleanor. I can't hope to compete," I complained.

"I'm checking to see if I'll see you next semester," she responded quietly.

"Planning on dragging me back to your place every night and having your way with me?" I teased.

"Pretty much yes," she countered playfully.

"We don't have to have classes together for this to happen," I told her.

"I find the thought of you beneath to be exciting," she grinned sheepishly; women.

"This is it for a week," I informed Eleanor.

"Fall Break," she sighed.

"I'll be back on Wednesday for training for the game," I hinted.

"We need to talk about your finals," she smiled.

"Emily will be back with me and Jamie is coming back on Friday," I told her.

"Monday week," she asked hopefully.

"Crap Eleanor, are you trying to kill me?" I grinned.

"Consider it a biology experiment," she suggested.

"On that note I'm heading out," I made an exaggerated sigh. I slipped out of bed, disposed of the rubber and began getting dressed. Again Eleanor sat back and watched as if not sure what to make of me or if I was even real. When I was about done she took hold of my arm.

"I'll see you home."

"I'll see you downstairs," I responded. She began putting a shirt and pants on while I made my way to the common area.

"Hey Stud," Denise said. I laughed.

"I hate to bust my Macho Mystique, but I'm afraid this is more a case that Eleanor is dynamite in bed."

That made Tammie, Denise, and the tall woman all exchange looks yet again.

"We won't tell anyone," Denise joked.

"It is always the quiet ones," Tammie smiled.

"So you had nothing to do with it?" the tall one added.

"I won't go that far," I suggested at which point Eleanor came pounding down the stairs. She took me by the shoulder and headed me toward the door. Two coats and a car later Eleanor turned and kissed me passionately.

"Huh?"

"That's for the 'dynamite' bit," she chortled happily; girls and eavesdropping.

(Friday)

Jamie and I were going over out midterm scores when Emily and Amber came walking up. We were all riding home together which was going to be a bit awkward. It actually turned out better than expected. Amber and I exchanged maybe twenty words, but they were civil. Emily and Jamie kept the conversation going.

We all agreed to meet up at the high school game after I dropped everyone off. It was good to see Mom at home, but then it was good to see Mom at all the way work jerked her around. I hadn't been at home more than an hour before Jamie called me to come get her. I made my quick good-byes and drove over.

"Shit Craig, I forgot how much I hated this place," was how Jamie greeted me. Her dad was still at work and all the people she knew and cared about had gone to school with her.

"Emily's family is going to want her to hang around until game time so I guess it is you and me for now. Is there any place you want to go?" I asked as we went down to the basement.

Jamie flopped down on the sofa.

"Craig, promise me we won't drift apart," she asked.

"What's got you in this mood Jamie?" I responded.

"You and Amber; I want you and me to always remain close Craig. I've felt that about you for some time but I wanted you to know it." I sat down and wrapped an arm around her.

"It is a deal Jamie. No matter what happens we will always be friends and not just friends, but best friends," I assured her.

"What about Emily?" she sighed as she leaned into my shoulder.

"I can't say for sure. You were Emily's first and I believe you are her favorite. You've been there for her twice and Emily isn't someone who would throw that away," I said.

"She almost did when we first showed up," she pointed out.

"She's allowed a freshman infatuation Jamie and that is all that relationship was. Some hot girl came on to her publically and she lost her head. Can you forgive her?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah I can. It hurt though thinking that she was gone from my life," Jamie confided.

"Were you ever afraid you lost me?" I inquired.

"You? No, I know I have you whipped," she grinned up at me.

"Jamie, have I ever told you what a wonderful bump you give to my self-esteem?" I smiled back at her.

"No," she answered.

"Well, with comments like that I'm not likely to," I joked.

"Honey, your happiness is nice, but all I really need is for you to sex me up on demand," she cooed.

"I refer to my earlier comment on self-esteem," I groused. I kissed her and she kissed me back. Our hand met and our fingers intertwined. This was play, not sex and it was really good to be free of all those kinds of pressures. Jamie parted our kiss and gave a coquettish grin,

"Does it make you feel better to know I want you?"

"Indeed Jamie, from the first day I met you," I answered.

"Are you trying to get lucky?" she teased.

"No, I'm trying to be honest," I replied and she reacted by hugging me and then kissing me on the neck. We played around until Emily called us and said her entire family was heading over to the game.

Quantrill and Gina met Jamie and I in the stands and after some urging, we two guys went down to the field to talk with the team. The coach varied between ignoring me and sending hate my way. He wasn't my problem anymore. Not only had Quantrill and I gone on to college, five of our teammates had gone on as well. We swapped stories with each other and with the guys who had taken our place.

It was easy to talk with the former-juniors, now seniors, who had been on the team the year before. For the rest, it was a strange mix of awe and envy. We veterans had won Regionals, while this year we were struggling to win the conference. Mostly it was good. Their quarterback was Lynn Puller, a hard working junior with a willingness to run the ball. We liked each other on the spot. It was freaking weird to have anyone tell me he 'admired me'. I was nineteen!

The tough moment came when I caught Emily and Amber down with the cheerleaders. The girls were doing pretty much what Mark and I were doing; catching up with old friends. Amber gave me an odd look but didn't say anything. When the game started we got off the field and back with our families; Jamie and me were family. We watched the team beat Panther Hill, but it was strange to be on the outside since I'd only come to town my senior year. Jamie insisted I wasn't missing anything.

(Week Nine)

Jamie and I agreed that we would spend Saturday with our individual parents. At noon Jamie gave me a call and told me that she was going crazy and that I needed to save her. I told her to suck it up, they were our parents and we should give them a chance. Fifteen minutes later Jamie told me that if I came over she would have sex with me. What followed went like this:

"Mom, I'm going over to Jamie's."

"Craig, are you sure we can't spend some more time together (watching TV)?" Mom said.

"Mom, if I get over there right now I can have sex," I responded. Mom laughed.

"Okay dear, have fun," she joked, clearly believing for some strange reason that I'm still a virgin.

I knocked on the door to Jamie's house once and came in.

"Hey Mr. Watts," I called out. I figured Jamie's dad was in his man-cave so Jamie would be in her room. I pounded up the stairs without hearing his reply. Her door was open so I swept in and shut the door behind me.

"I shouldn't have come home," she let into me, clearly frustrated. She was sitting on her stomach on her bed, legs kicked up in the air and looking at her laptop. I wanted to sit beside her, but took off my jacket and sat on the floor in front of her instead, cross legged.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Dad tried to have a conversation with me Craig, and I wanted to cry. We have nothing in common. Since mom left, we've had nothing and now it hurts, Okay!" she blurted out.

"I'll make arrangements for Winter Break," was the only thing I could think of to say. Jamie didn't want platitudes; she wanted some sort of action.

"What?" she looked down at me hopefully.

"Freshmen have to live in

Team Spirit: Part 4

dawkinsblog@gmail.com (various authors) — Fri, 01 May 2026 15:29:00 +0000

Team Spirit: Part 4 of 7

Starting College.

By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Friendships don't last forever, they are built forever.

(Ten Months Later)

A quick recap: Jamie was having sex with Craig and Emily in equal measure; Amber was having sex with mostly Craig but occasionally Emily; Craig and Emily were not having sex but were good friends. Does that make sense? If so, explain it to me; Craig.

High School football was great. We took our team to All-Regional, losing out All-State to Dillon City but since they were twice our size we didn't take all that bad. The real benefit was that a dozen of us got scouted by some colleges. I was stunned by getting three offers. I immediately went to the women to figure out what we would do.

Jamie got a scholarship to State in Computer Engineering (did I mention that she was the brains of the outfit?), Emily got a partial scholarship for Cheer Squad to State as well and Amber could swing the tuition. I took State's offer though it promised the least play time the next two years. Their quarterback was really, really good.

In high school we got endless ribbing for our choices. It was all made better by my good buddy Quantrill's choice to go to State as well. It would be good to have a guy friend because sometimes guys need to hang out with guys. Quantrill and some of my other teammates claimed it was a desperate need for sleep.

On the plus side I broke six feet before I started tryouts. I also put on twenty pounds which made me more of a fireplug. Quantrill got taller and faster -- fast enough to make the team as a walk on. It didn't hurt that I could hit Quantrill from Mars we were so good together. Mind you, Lawrence Morgan, the real QB, was quicker in the scramble, had a better arm, and was taller which comes in handy when the defensive line is trying to block you. Against him; he wouldn't run the ball and he was arrogant, both fueled by his (and most people's) certainty that he would go pro.

In a turnabout from High School, I loved the coach, his style, and his playbook. He liked my enthusiasm too. He promised me that if I held out for two years I'd be his man, and I believed him. This guy had a way with people. I did well in scrimmages and developed a great rapport with 'my' guys on the offensive line.

School-wise Emily went for Journalism, Amber went for Sports Medicine. They were happy with the possibilities so what could go wrong? I went for Biology because I actually wanted to study something other jocks weren't in plus I actually was good at it, and Jamie, as mentioned, went for Computer Engineering. I took one look at her course work and had a strong desire to do a practice without a helmet.

(First Week)

Our first day of classes was a massive shock. Sure we knew things would be different, but we went from being somebodies to absolutely nobodies. Even being part of the football team didn't mean anything. My own senior teammates treated me like I barely existed. To teachers I was someone who had to earn the grade all on my own not some pampered elite.

No one at school knew my name and it was weird to walk across campus as a non-entity after such a phenomenal senior year in my little high school in a town virtually no one could find on a map. I took a seat in my first class and grabbed a place in the middle of the room. I caught the guy across the way looking at me.

"You are that guy," he stated.

"Huh?"

"One of the freshman on the football team," he said.

"Hi, that's me. I'm Craig," I offered my hand. The guy shook it.

"I'm Barney," he told me. "So what are you doing here?"

"I was dumb enough to place out of 101," I laughed. Barney also chuckled.

"Me too."

"So, why are you in advanced Biology? You have football," Barney asked.

"Dude, the odds of me going pro in the NFL is 20,000 to 1; the odds of me finding a job at a pharmaceutical corporation are 10 to 1. Guess which odds I'm playing?" I grinned. Barney nodded.

"Do you want to study together?" Barney offered.

"Deal," I agreed. The teacher came in to bring the class to order. I thought he was a bit young then I learned she was a graduate student. Freshmen classes didn't deserve the attention of actual teachers. Better yet, our 'teacher' informed us that a quarter of us wouldn't finish the class. Her name was Eleanor Cosby and I loved her optimism.

After the class our teacher pulled me aside and waited for most of the students to leave. She looked terribly ferocious for a small woman. She started off by poking me in the chest.

"Listen up Mister. I don't care that you are part of the football program. I'm going to ride you doubly hard. If you don't perform to my expectation I'll flunk your ass." She stormed out without me getting in a word and I was left wondering what I'd already done wrong.

When the gang gathered for dinner (along with half the student body) we compared our day. Everyone was upbeat, especially Jamie who found it cool to be with people that almost as smart as she was. We all thanked her for that. Only I had a bad experience. No one knew what to make of it. Emily was strangely distant.

This was how things went horrible wrong (or right). We were in our pre-season game with Hudson State. Morgan had a flawless game. He did so well that the coach put me in for the second half. I did surprisingly well. I didn't get horribly mangled and ran in for a touchdown, proving that I was just as dangerous inside the twenty. A few reporters asked me about my time so I told them that was up to Morgan and the coach.

After the game a new truth came to light; we weren't in rural Kansas anymore. Emily showed up with her date, an honest to God girl. She was a junior, very attractive, and a bit condescending. She could legally buy beer after all. Jamie took the news a bit hard so Amber gave the two of us the night. It was a sensitive night like we hadn't had since the beginning.

Later at night I was rubbing Jamie's shoulder and gently pushing deeper into her ass when my roommate, Jesse, showed up. I yanked some covers up in time so we avoided total embarrassment. He made some excuses but Jamie refused to stop her pleasure and pushed against me.

"Harder Craig," she groaned, "I want it harder."

My roommate made a hasty exit and I pinched her ass. That made her wiggle with pleasure so I stroked up to her nipples and began twisting and pulling on one of her nipples. Jamie turned her head and bit my arm hard enough to leave a mark. Something about her and pain was such a turn on. I pounded her harder and she let up on her hold to concentrate on the sensation.

Seconds later I felt her ass clench and I was shooting off into her.

"Thanks Craig," Jamie moaned into the pillow. "That was great." I wrapped my arms around her even as I felt our combined juices soaking into my crotch and the bed. The reality of sex is that you often have to change your sheets and flip your mattress. For Jamie it was worth it.

(Second Week)

The first game of our season was against Carson. State has two rivals, Central, who we hated with a passion and Carson who we despised. I hadn't been in school three weeks and I hated Central through osmosis. I really couldn't explain it any other way. Carson was our out of state rival and our rivalry was relatively short term; say fifty years or so. They'd also won the past five outings. They were in a rebuilding year though.

We went on the field and warmed up as the game got ready to go. Carson got the ball first but only got to our thirty. I was sitting on the bench talking to our punter when the coach called me over. I trotted over to see what he wanted.

"Yeah coach?"

"Where is your helmet?" he asked. I looked back to the bench where I'd left it then it dawned on me what he meant. My mouth gaped. I grabbed my helmet and ran onto the field. I had the distinct displeasure of telling Morgan to go see the coach about this whole unasked for change in events. I had to make the first play. I reminded myself of every defense Carson ran.

I swept to the right and got eight yards. As we marched up to the line I looked over to the sidelines but the coach stood there like a stone. Our fans realized what was happening and started booing me. I could hardly blame them. I tossed for a first down, ran a running play for the next two, and put three more before putting it in the end zone with a goalpost dive. Now everyone was cheering.

The coach didn't explain anything when I sat down, but Morgan glared an all too familiar brand of hate. Hadn't I left high school behind to get away from this? Morgan and I alternated between series of downs and Carson was never able to adjust. The coach played it all brilliantly and we won the second most important game of the season. The point that I was now 'somebody' didn't suck.

Nothing strikes up the masculine allure like victory and now that I was a victor. I suddenly had all kinds of upperclassmen woman (is that how it is said?) wanting to know me. Those made me feel full of myself right up until Jamie came up and put me into a headlock.

"Mine!" she shouted. A few people were stunned, a few teammates laughed at me, and a few daggers were glared Jamie's way.

When we broke through the crowd I put my hand around her waist and held her tight.

"Thanks," I told her.

"Hell Craig, do I have to put a brand on your ass?" she smiled evilly. Somehow I thought she was only half kidding.

"I'll be good," I swore.

"Actually I want you to be bad," she teased me while playfully drawing one of my fingers to her lips and biting it.

"I can do that to," I promised.

We caught up at a party with Amber and she rushed into my arms and buried me in kisses. Her friends seemed suitably impressed that she knew me. They were confused about Jamie until they exchanged their own kiss. From that point on I was The Guy -- the Weird Sexually Twisted Guy, but still The Guy.

It was our first night together on campus and the bed was tiny for three but we made it work. Amber sat on my face and I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled and kneaded them hard. She was bucking against me and when my tongue found her clit I wouldn't let up. I even snuck a finger in underneath and began finger fucking her with it, which only drove her harder.

Jamie was riding my crotch and scratching my chest so much I knew I was going to catch hell from the physical trainers come Monday. At the time it was well worth the pain. Jamie, the little vixen was getting off on it too because she was the first one to cum. I came right after that and I kept playing with Amber until Jamie came up my body and took control of Amber's breasts and nibbling on her earlobe. Amber came with a shudder and I drank her up.

We had just finished flipping the mattress (again) and putting on new sheet when Emily called sounding really upset. Twenty minutes later she was up at my place and crying into Amber's shoulder. It seemed that her new 'friend' had only been using Emily to make her previous paramour jealous and now that they were together, Emily was dumped to the curb.

We found ourselves cuddled on my bed, Emily against the wall and head resting on my shoulder, Jamie on top of me with her head on my chest, and Amber on the outside, my arm around her and resting her head on my other shoulder. Surrounded by three warm bodies I felt like I was being cooked alive. That is when Jesse walked in. He looked us over with disbelieving eyes.

"Jesus-Fucking-Christ man! Three?" he groused before turning and slamming the door.

"That guy has issues," Jamie observed.

"Is this going to be okay?" Emily asked.

"We'll deal with it," Amber said she put her head back down. I was asleep before I gave it much thought.

(Monday)

"Do it again," my favorite female grad student who was both my teacher and lab instructor growled at me. I looked to Barney who shrugged.

"Can you tell me what I did wrong?" I pleaded. This was our first real lab experiment and I wanted to get it right. It only got harder from here.

"Figure it out on your own?" she gloated. I walked back over to Barney.

"Sorry for dragging you down with me," I mumbled to him. Barney shrugged.

"Eh, we'll get it right," he added and we did. When I brought it up she went over it studiously. She finally gave up in frustration.

"Completed."

"Thanks Eleanor," I sighed with relief. Right then I figured I'd fucked up again.

"Ms. Cosby," she seethed. "You will call me Ms. Cosby."

"I've heard the other students call you Eleanor," I griped.

"You are not most students, Mr. Dawkins. If you want to know how special you are you can ask any number of those drooling coeds walking around campus," she replied with anger.

"How about I try this again," I said hopefully, "Hi, I'm Craig, Ms. Cosby. What have I done to piss you off?"

"You breathe, Mr. Dawkins," she spat back. I responded logically; I held my breath. She didn't know what to make of that and left me hanging for nearly a minute.

"Get out of my sight, Mr. Dawkins," she growled. I started breathing again and left. As I did so I imagined I might have seen the tiniest of smiles. Barney caught up to me and slapped me on the back.

"I thought she was going to let you choke out," he grinned. I could only nod.

Over the next few days Emily was all over me; I was her anchor in the strangest way considering her and Amber's relationship. I had a few teammates ask me about her in all kinds of sexual ways and I found myself beating them off with a stick. Why do so many guys assume that all a lesbian needs is a big stiff dick? If pissed me off for guys to think of Emily as if something was wrong with her.

Amber and I had the same circle of school acquaintances, Jamie and I shared the same math course, but Emily and I had the actual sport. I initiated the actual flirting on the field. The first time she seemed confused and a bit stiff, but afterwards she got more attention from other members of the cheer squad and the process fed on itself.

The only people not happy with my activities were the coach (whoops!) and Emily's ex. Apparently Emily was supposed to take weeks to rebound and certainly not with someone like me. Emily got so excited that she came to me after one practice and pressed into me.

"You know, I almost want to have sex with you," she whispered.

"Would that be weird?" I responded. "You are my best friend." She hugged me even tighter.

(Third Week)

Claremont was our second game of the season and a solid victory. This game I got to play the last bit of the fourth quarter. It wasn't good but then I didn't expect much. The coach didn't hold my hand, but then that wasn't his job. Morgan gave me a bit of a verbal slap but I didn't care. For my freshmen year my numbers were good enough for me.

I did get an odd meeting with someone I came to identify as a 'booster'. He offered me a deal on a new car and praised me on my performance. He mentioned an 'off campus' party a few of the fans were holding for the team. I asked about bringing some friends and he asked me how many so I told him it was my three girlfriends. He stared at me then suggested that we do it next time.

It was okay; we cruised the local mall that had nearly had more stores than our entire town. We did things like order Chinese food and get sundaes before grabbing a movie. It was normal date stuff and we fell into our older order of me with Amber and Jamie with Emily. It felt great to leave the hectic world of college behind us for a few hours and be our old selves.

On Monday afternoon the college world came crashing back in the form of Ms. Cosby. As she reviewed my work she couldn't help but comment,

"Not the star athlete, are you Mr. Dawkins?"

"We won, didn't we?" I countered.

"Not with much help from you," she taunted me. I decided on a different tact since being reasonable wasn't getting me anywhere.

"Please call me Craig, Eleanor and I must say how stormy your brown eyes look today," I grinned. I swore she was about to take my head off.

"Do the work again, Mr. Dawkins," she growled. I beamed kindness her way.

"Call me Craig please and I'd be glad to spend more time with you." I heard her teeth grinding as I walked away. Barney looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.

"Dude, you are pissing off a woman who can make killer diseases," he whispered. I could only shrug. If I couldn't pass freshman Biology labs then I was sunk anyway.

On Wednesday night I begged off the women and was catching up with my studying when I got a strange call. It took me a moment to place it; Gina Orwell.

"Gina, what's up?" I asked.

"Craig, Mark and I had a fight and I don't know who else to call?" she answered. Of course, calling Jamie, Emily, or Amber seemed like better choices to me but okay.

"What can I do for you?" I said.

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" she stammered.

"Gina I'm at State," I replied.

"So am I," she came back with. Now the essence of her fight with Mark Quantrill became clearer.

"Sure, where do you want me to pick you up?" I inquired.

"I'm at the Little Caesars," she informed me.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," I replied. I said goodbye and put on some sweats. Thirty minutes later I had Gina back at my place, pretty upset and confused.

She had hitchhiked to college to firm up her relationship with Mark and he'd gotten upset with her. She was left without a way home and no place to go. I had been the first one to answer their phone so here she was. After minutes after getting the story Emily called me, found out I already had Gina and seemed okay with us spending the night together. WTF?

Gina and I used the bathroom surreptitiously then got back to my room. She stripped down to her bra and panties -- sexy as hell because they were meant to entice Mark -- and crawled into bed with me. When she moved close to me and began softly crying I knew what hell was like. She was so hot, so vulnerable, and so way out of bounds. I was still thinking about my bizarre life when Jesse walked into the room and cut on the lights.

"Shit man! Another one," he snapped. I sat up with my t-shirt still on. Gina sat up beside me and held the blanket to her chest.

"No!" I shouted. "This one's clothed and everything; she's a friend from my hometown who needed a place to crash." Jesse stared at us.

"It is true," Gina responded. "I came up to see my boyfriend and things went poorly. I'm sorry." That mollified Jesse.

"Okay, as long as you two keep it down," he muttered. When Jesse had crawled into his bed on the other side of the room Gina put her hand on my covered chest.

"So, you want to screw around," she murmured. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not.

"Mark is my friend and I don't know which one of the girls or Mark would kill me first," I whispered in return. That made her giggle; she ran her hand to the waist band of my pants but stopped there. Gina put her head on my chest.

"Thank you," she sighed before drifting off to sleep. I guessed she was grateful for not being treated like a slab of meat.

In the morning Jamie, Gina and Mark got together to talk things out. Gina was contrite; Mark was apologetic and we all pony-upped the money to get Gina a bus ride home. She had our numbers if she needed things. Emily, Amber and I will there to see her off. Only as she was hugging me goodbye and thanking me for the place to stay did Amber discover where Gina had been the night before. I had some explaining to do.

When I got back to my room Jamie was waiting. I considered this to be a really good thing until I saw the look in her eye that told me that she knew something that I didn't but should have.

"Jamie, who let you

Team Spirit: Part 3

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Team Spirit: Part 3 of 7

A Taking Acquaintances to another level.

By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Standing up for what you believe in may hurt now; not making a stand hurts forever.

Saturday Homecoming

Our Homecoming game had been against Columbia Creek. They were at the bottom half of the league so they didn't give us too much trouble. They played a fair game so we didn't run up the score. It turned out that our game didn't matter too much because on the same night Panther Hill lost their Homecoming to little Hoover. Consider how rough a game Panther Hill had played with us, we could only cheer Hoover on with all our hearts.

What placed all that back to the corner of my mind was how good Amber looked when I came by to pick her. Jack was an idiot for stepping out on this girl. Her look of uncertainty was tender when she came into the den where I sat with her mother father and little sister. She really didn't know me and now I was in charge of one of the two most important days of her High School life. I had no idea what we would do for Prom.

"Wow," declared as I stood up. "You look stunning." Amber gave a relieved smile then moved to her mother and gave the woman a hug.

"I want you back by eleven," the father instructed me.

"Father!" Amber gasped.

"Mr. Trenton (Amber's last name), I was thinking we would stay out until one, but I promise you we'll be with Emily the entire time," I countered. He measured me and my intentions. I was somewhat pleased he wasn't giving me a box of condoms and a hotel room key.

"Very well, Mr. Dawkins," he nodded. "It is an important night and we trust Emily."

He didn't trust me, but as hot as Amber was looking, I didn't totally trust me either. I took her to my car; got her to her side and she rewarded me with another smile. Once we are headed to the dance Amber turns to me.

"Thank you," she told me.

"Sure; no problem. What are you thanking me for?"

"I know that you would rather be going with Emily and Jamie," she offered.

"Amber?"

"Yes?" she answered.

"I want to be going to the party with you. I'm not saying I was ready to do this a week ago, but I'm certainly happy that I'm doing it now. You look fantastic and in the week I've got to know you I'm sure we are going to a great time," I informed her. She didn't give me an audible answer but did reach across the seat and held my hand.

I was a little late so we had to park farther from the banquet hall and with storm clouds over head I was really worried about the possibility of rain. We got to the dance okay and we hadn't been inside when we were jumped by Emily and Jamie. Emily looked absolutely perfect with the right mix of sensual and demur.

Jamie made me gasp. The girl wore a black silk and lace number that reminded me of the twisted not-so-little girl I'd been attracted to initially. Her cover story was that she was the 'male' in the Emily-Jamie couple. I may have been the only other person who appreciated the joke. What I did get was the obvious attention of three women. I made a point of keeping Amber in the dominant position. Emily had taught me well.

Several of my football friends came over and asked Emily and Amber to dance. Jamie responded by asking several of their dates to dance -- all in the name of comedy of course. Jamie got away with so much crap, doing close dances and even dipping some of her partners. When Emily and I joined in the fun -- why I got the pleasure of dancing with one of my own lineman I'll never know -- and we got Amber to join in as well.

Before long odd partner swaps become the thing to do, not that there was anything home-erotic about it at all (right). By the time we left around ten I had to tease Jamie for bringing about the moral decay of Middle America. Jamie declared it was about time. Initially Amber and I thought we'd go to the local hang out to see and be seen but Emily told us she felt a bit nauseous and convinced us to go by her place.

By some miracle of pre-sentience Emily had informed her dad that I would be taking her home, so I was left packing up all three girls and going to Emily's. Emily's dad was up and he was pleased as hell to see me with his daughter, even if it was with friends. We climbed up the stairs to Emily's room and when we got the door shut Emily and Jamie fell onto the bed giggling like, well, school girls.

"Do we need to be going now?" I suggested. I really wasn't sure how much Amber was willing to digest. Play-acting at Homecoming was one thing, but this could be very different.

"Don't you dare," Jamie declared. She began wiggling out of her dress. I wasn't counting on the fact that Amber had seen girls disrobe hundreds of times so she took Jamie's actions in stride.

This gave me the time to appreciate some of the purchases we had been making for Jamie. What can I say; Jamie likes things slender, black, and lacy. I had about as much as I could take when Emily started taking off her dress as well. Why her parents allowed her to own baby-blue sheer underwear was beyond me.

"I'm going to put on some jeans and a t-shirt Amber. I have some of your clothes here if you want to change as well," Emily stated innocently. I could barely detect the undercurrent of nervousness.

"I ... Craig," Amber stuttered.

"I'll step outside," I offered.

"Oh Amber," Emily teased, "you two are dating now. It is okay." Amber stole an embarrassed look my way and all I could think of was how I promised her dad that I would keep us in Emily's company.

"Okay," Amber responded hesitantly. I turned away so that I could only get a side view of Amber. I quickly figured out that she knew what I was doing but was performing anyway. As I waited Emily handed Amber some clothes then she and Jamie proceeded to get dressed themselves.

"Well?" Amber said to me, sticking her chest out suggestively, even if only to tease. I reached out and ran my finger from her ear to chin.

"Very hot," I grinned. All three girls smile.

"What about you?" Jamie said accusingly. I looked confused until Emily pulled off her comforter and revealed a t-shirt, jeans, and shoes for me.

My first thought was how in the hell did Jamie get my stuff then I realized she knew the way into my room by way of the window, that tricky witch.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about," Emily prodded.

"Fair is fair," Jamie added. I looked to Amber for some release but she seemed overcome by events.

"Fine," I conceded, "but turn your backs while I change." The three girls all exchanged looks.

"Of course we will," Jamie assured me. I started to change and I caught all three girls pulling the same stunt I'd pulled with Amber. I felt horribly naked yet I'd been unclothed with two with these women before.

"Very nice," Amber congratulated me. I looked down into her face, searching for some level of surrender, and when I found it I kissed her. She kissed back cautiously.

"He's a stud," Jamie joked, "he's more than the two of us can handle, and he tries to make us happy. What more could a girl want?"

Amber looked amused then laughed out loud. Emily stepped up and hooked my arm.

"Craig's a sweet guy," Emily reassured Amber.

"Sweet tasting guy," Jamie giggled. I did my best to look mortified.

"Oh," Amber said in a way that could be taking well or poorly. To clarify for me, Amber came up and took my other arm.

With both arms pinned Jamie came up and stroked my chest.

"Just so we are clear, we aren't going to have a three-way tonight," she taunted. I moaned and Amber gasped.

"Craig I want to make it clear. I'm not that kind of girl," Amber clarified.

"What? You aren't going to torture me with sexual innuendo, skimpy clothing, and provide a false sense of masculine accomplishment?" I responded teasingly. Amber put her hand beside Jamie's.

"No, I'm not going to lick you from eyelids to toes and give you a blowjob that will leave you blinded with pleasure on the first date," she falsely panted.

"Excuse me, I think I have to go to the bathroom," I groaned. The three girls ignored my needs and led me out of the house after that. After I put Jamie and Emily in the back seat I was putting Amber in the front when she turned and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you for being so nice to me. You really are a fun guy." What could I say? At least she didn't call me nice.

(Later That Evening)

We were one of dozen couples at the Waffle Shack when Blair and a few of the football players came in. Blair and another guy, Ned, pulled up some chairs and helped themselves to our table.

"So tell me Craig, who gets to be on top?" he snickered. He'd been drinking more than was safe for someone of his average mental capacity.

"Blair," Emily pleaded.

"Shut up!" Blair snapped.

"Watch yourself Blair. I'd hate to have to put you back in the hospital," I said blithely. "Besides, you know what a screamer Emily is," I taunted the closet homosexual who had once been Emily's faux-boyfriend.

"Bastard," Blair growled.

"If you must know," Jamie grinned pleasantly, "I get to be on top and Emily sits on his face." Emily blushed furiously. Ned openly gawked and Blair sputtered. Amber nestled in closer to me seeking some level of comfort and stability. I put an arm around her.

"Now you are trying to nail another one," Blair observed. "At least Jack loosened her up for you."

"Excuse me," I told the ladies as I stepped up. Ned stood up to meet me.

"Ned I don't have a problem with you," I managed at which point he clobbered me. I was lying on the ground when the first foot hit my guts. I was trying to curl up into a ball and defend myself when I heard Jamie screaming furiously. Something got Ned off of me.

I was struggling to my feet when Ned threw Amber down on me. We splayed out on the ground. I could now here Blair screaming for Ned then Jamie squawked.

"God damn it!" the cook hollered. I used the confusion to get up and pulled Amber with and behind me.

Ned had Jamie back pressed painfully over the table. Emily hauled off and slapped him while her face was streaked with tears. I was getting ready to fling myself at Ned when I heard the cook shout again.

"That's enough. Let go of the girl and get the hell out of here," he directed to Blair and Ned brandishing a hot skillet. Emily, Jamie and I were pretty regular here.

Ned let Jamie go and backed away. Blair got on his crutches and when I saw his face he'd clearly been mangled by some fingernails. Only when the door shut behind those two did I allow myself to sit back down.

"Okay, what in the hell just happened?" I asked.

"I think Amber saved your ass," Jamie wheezed.

"Jamie attacked Blair," Emily added.

"Amber, you attacked Ned? He's twice your size," I wondered.

"You ... you are my date," she sounded embarrassed.

"Remind me to never piss you off," I said as I stroked her cheek.

"Amber, I'm proud of you," Emily added as she reached across the table and squeezed Amber's hand.

"What about me?" Jamie pouted.

"Jamie, we already knew you were crazy," I grinned to which Jamie responded by sticking out her tongue.

"How about we call it a night gang?" Jamie suggested. I had to nod. "We can go back to Emily's, get our clothes and head home." We gathered ourselves up and made the trek. Jamie and Emily didn't hesitate to give me more in the way of kisses than I normally got or deserved. Amber didn't only kiss me at the door; she ran her hands over my chest and thanked me for a wonderful night. Getting my ass kicked didn't turn out to be all that bad after all.

(Next Saturday)

By the next Monday everyone at school knew that Ned kicked me to the ground. What happened was a Cold War between my friends on the team and Blair's. The coach gave a pep talk that laid the blame fully on 'people that reach beyond themselves' which I took to be me. To my friends credit they saw through the bull crap.

Friday we fought a tough game against Panther Hill again. This time the outcome was never in doubt. For the second half we stayed two touchdowns up and I had to feel pretty happy how the team pulled together. I put in only the briefest appearance with Emily and Jamie before making our exit from the victory celebration.

On Saturday I promised to make it up to Amber. We went to the local place to be seen and acted like a real couple which seemed to make her happy. We were into some heavy petting in my car when Amber pulled away with a very serious look in her eyes.

"Emily is my best friend Craig. I'd never hurt her."

How does one say that my two girlfriends are probably doing the exact same thing in Jamie's basement that we are doing right now?

"Amber, if you don't feel comfortable about this I can take you home or we can go see what Emily is doing and just hang out there," I told her. That gives her a second's pause then she reaches across the car seat and starts kissing me again.

I have my hand inside the sweater and shirt but outside the bra when the phone rang. I groaned because I was really starting to believe Amber puts out on the second date and there all kinds of little tricks I'd learned with Jamie that I've been dying to try out on another girl. It was Emily with a 911. Seconds later I get the same from Jamie.

I didn't burn any red lights, but I didn't' dawdle either getting to Jamie's. I was in the 'Man Cave' within seconds and Jamie was shoving a phone in my face. What I saw filled me with a cold rage. Jack and some of his buddies were making Gina Orwell pull a 'train'. The girl was clearly distraught and teary-eyed, but Jack was egging her on so she submitted. Only when the last guy has come on her body did Jack grab her by the face, tell her what a whore she was, and walked away did Gina fall to pieces.

No one had to coach me on what to do this time. I called Quantrill, my favorite wide-receiver and told him to gather up six guys. We had something to do. Emily insisted we have to find Gina first so I had the guys gather up and meet with me later. Tracking her down required us to travel from the back of the bar where she was jumped down the road to her little home on the wrong side of the tracks.

She was staggering home when we found her. She looked like hell. Her blouse had been torn so that here are no buttons left and her bra had been torn and mangled to the point it was useless. He skirt was a mess, according to the video her panties have been torn off, and her hose were torn. Her torso, face, hair and back were spackled with jism and it was sticking to what clothes she did have. In essence, she'd been humiliated again by being forced her to walk back home like this.

Her initial reaction to my approach was fearful. She knew my car and made the assumption that some of us jocks had come back for seconds. Amber, Emily, and Jamie had to pour out to the car to convince her that we were here to help. The presence Amber elicited was its own kind of fear until she grabbed the tearful Gina and pulled her close. Amber, Gina, and Emily piled into the back seat. Gina was mumbling about her clothes and Emily was promising to her new stuff. Jamie was a lot more succinct.

"Kill the bastard," she commanded me. I really didn't need the encouragement, but nodded to Jamie anyway. I dropped everyone off at Jamie's and she told me she was going to use her dad's car to pick us some stuff for Gina. I rendezvoused with my teammates after that. One of our guys has found Jack on the porch with three of his buddies, which is providence because I would have hated to having to hunt them down one at a time all night.

There was no preamble to the fight. No one said something macho. Jack and his buddies knew why we are there and my buddies knew these assholes were a stain on our team's honor. We slammed into them like a merciless wave. There was a reason I brought so many guys. I'd never intended this to be a fair fight. You earn fair fights. This is a lesson and we proceed to administer it with a vengeance.

We were polite enough to be waiting on the police when they arrived. This was not something I'd be running away from and my buddies stuck it out with me. We even helped the cop pile Jack and his bloodied buddies in the squad car and followed him to the station. This was a time when I proved that being the QB was worth something; we all showed up to face the music.

They called the Chief in, showed him the video Jack and his buddies took of Gina and were let off with a warning about disturbing the peace. I heard him saying something about 'boys being boys' before he dispatched Jack and his cronies to the clinic. Gina deserved more but in this town I figured this was what she's going to get. For the first time at school I'd laid down the law and wonder of wonders, people listened.

I sneaked into Jamie's place around four in the morning. She's left the door unlocked so I assumed I was welcome. I tried to be quiet but Jamie stirred when I came in. She was snuggled up to Amber on the sofa. Emily had her arms around Gina on sleeping bags on the floor. Soon all the girls were staring at me.

"We put Jack and his buddies in the hospital. The police have been dealt with. Gina, I sorry, but I doubt the cops are going to look into this further," I informed her.

Amber, Emily, and Jamie exchange a glance then kind of sneak looks to Gina.

"Why?"

"Essentially I think the cops are spineless," I responded.

"No," she clarified, "why did you do it?"

"Gina no one deserves to be treated like that, especially if they hide behind the name of my team. Would you rather I had not done it?" Gina seemed to think that over.

"I'm ruined in school now," she sobbed, "No one will want to touch me, much less go out with me." Sadly I knew that is not the truth. Anyone seeking an easy score would take Gina on a date, give her a few beers and expect her to put out. After all, she fucked four guys at the same time, right? What could I say?

"Gina, you are welcome at my table anytime," I offered.

"Sure, we would be happy to have you," Emily, the Queen, assured her.

"Of course. We both think Jack is a total douche. That has to count for something," Amber added.

Gina hugged herself into Emily's blossomy embrace. Emily shot me an awkward look that I'm willing to bet has more to do with arousal than anything else. We both knew how horribly inappropriate coming on to such a vulnerable girl would be. Amber being in the room made it all that much more impossible.

"Well, I thought you deserved to know," I told the girls as I turned to leave.

"Come back here and sit on the sofa," Jamie instructed me. I went to sit beside her in the corner when she scooted aside and left the space between Amber and Jamie the only place to settle into. I put my ass down, sliding a bit into the seat and was tandem attacked by both woman. The put their heads on my shoulders and proceeded to go back to sleep. Emily got up and cut the light off before joining Gina back on the floor.

(Sunday)

I woke up to see Gina stretching as she sat on the floor, arms reaching toward the ceiling. She saw me looking at her and immediately blushed and looked away. I caught Emily looking over her shoulder at me. She'd been watching the show too. Gina had on a Nightwish t-shirt that was a little tight around the breasts and gym sweats which didn't do too much to hide her figure.

Gina went down on one elbow and looked Emily in her large blue eyes.

"Last night really happened didn't it?" Gina asked.

"Yes, but we've been trying to make it better," Emily answered. Gina then surprised both Emily and I being crossing the distance