All Heated Up... A Look at My Bag of Tricks

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Erotic Story - The Good Neighbor part 2 by Tringle

*The first part of this story was based on my real life first time experience, this part is completely fabricated... sorry fellas. BUT it was still fun to write and I hope you all enjoy part two of Lacey and Chris' adventure!

The Good Neighbor - Part II [part 2 of 2]
By: Tringle (tringles@live.com)

"Oh Chris!" I breathed, digging my nails into his sweaty muscular chest as I rode. Chris's hands moved from my waist down to my ass...kneading the skin gently before nearly lifting me completely off of his swollen cock and then slamming me back down onto him. My clit hit against his abdomen with a loud smack, sending electric sparks pulsating throughout my body. I moaned again, feeling the intense pleasure overcome me... My body finally reached the peak of its intense journey, every pore leading into one massive orgasm... my head flew back, as a scream escaped my lips. My entire body clenched down on him, sending Chris over the edge... He too let out a deep moan, exploding inside of me, filling me with his steaming fluids. After a final thrust of my hips, I collapsed onto top of him... our sweaty bodies panting together, still connected by flaming hot flesh.

Chris's heart thumped frantically against my ear, the powerful thrust of blood causing his entire body to quake within me. After several moments, I could feel his breathing slow as his arms wrapped around me, slowly stroking my back and ass. I propped myself up slightly, looking into his now relaxed face. Even after three months together, I still couldn't get over how amazing he was. I lightly kissed his full lips, allowing my lips to encircle his lower lip gently...rolling it about my tongue before releasing it. I ran a finger down his sweaty jaw, tracing the muscular lines of his tanned face. Chris opened an eye and looked at me, smiling gently as his hands moved up to my shoulders. He let out a deep sigh as I buried my face into his neck and pecked him lightly. "Chris?" I asked softly.

"Yes baby..." he said, eyes closed and relaxed after our intense love making.

"I need to ask you something..." my voice nearly cracked, my heart began to thump wildly again in my chest.

"Sure... what is it?"

"I... I want you to... uh," I hesitated trying my best to muster the courage to finish... "I want you to take me to prom." I finished quickly, keeping my face buried in his chest so as not to see his reaction. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat, gently rocking our joined bodies back and forth. I lifted my eyes to his, a bit shocked that he would take my request so lightly. As our eyes locked, the humor in his eyes suddenly melted away and his face grew gravely serious.

"Oh..." he whispered with understanding, "Lacey... you know that is impossible..." he finished softly, running a finger down my sweaty cheek. I looked down at his chest, not wanting to face the fact that he was right.

Chris rolled over gently, cradling me against him as he moved us. I moaned lightly as our bodies separated, feeling the hot fluids from our love making spill onto the covers beneath me. He moved his face close to mine, looking intently into my eyes as he spoke carefully. "You are an amazing woman, Lacey." He softly outlined my face with his hands as he spoke, "This is an extraordinary time for you..." He paused, looking intently into my gaze. "You need to... well, you need to date, Sweetie." I gulped, breaking our gaze as I felt the tears forming behind my lids. "Hey..." he lifted my chin up, reestablishing our connection, "You know I'm right. You have your whole life ahead of you, dear. You need to feel free to explore..." His voice trailed off, a sad look formed on his face.

I sighed heavily. I knew he was right, but I had fallen so in love with the idea of him that it had become almost painful to conceive that things between us wouldn't always be this way. I knew the world would never accept a man of his age and a young woman of mine... I also knew that in the three months since our first meeting that a side of me had awakened, a real woman with a drive for pleasure and an intense need to fulfill any desire.

I pushed the seriousness of it from my mind, leaning back against his chest. I kissed his sweaty nipple, relishing the salty flavor of his flesh. Chris moaned as he rolled back onto the bed. I sat up, throwing my leg over his body into a straddling position, his limp cock sleeping against his firm belly just in front of my crotch. I looked down at him... he was magnificent! I boldly brought my hands to my breasts. Cupping them firmly in my hands, as my thumbs circled my taunt nipples. Chris moaned, his muscular member nearly leaping back to life in front of me. His hands began to rise and replace my own when I pulled away slightly, not allowing him to touch me. He moaned again, a smile dancing across his face as his lusting eyes watched me intently. I smiled at the power I suddenly had over him, relishing how wickedly humorous it was to see him desiring me.

I continued to rub my tender nipples between my thumb and index fingers, keeping my eyes glued to his as I moved. Cupping one breast, I leaned forward and touched the peak with my long pink tongue. Chris moaned more loudly, sucking in his breath quickly at the sight of my display. His reaction empowered me, I slowed the movement of my tongue... moaning with pleasure, sharing my body's reaction to the stimuli. A deep growl erupted from Chris, his enormous cock had now fully awakened and was standing straight up at attention. I laughed lightly, as I moved on to the second nipple, licking gently at its peak as I watched his face glued to my body... his lips parting into a drooling smile.

Suddenly Chris could take no more, in one quick motion he rolled me off his body to the bed, his head burying into my chest. His experienced tongue licked and nibbled at each tip, making me moan with delight. He looked down at me, his eyes locking onto mine as he parted my legs and slipped his thick cock back into my soaking wet pussy. As he pushed into me, his eyes never left me face.... He wanted to see my pleasure. He leaned back slightly, gaining more leverage as he pushed deeper than he had ever before. I moaned again, nearly exploding at that moment with this new sensation. Chris looked down at my stretched flesh encircling his massive tool... He moaned as he gently pushed in and out of my body, parting my flesh even wider to achieve his desired depth. My hands flew back to my breasts, squeezing both nipples firmly as he moved within me. Chris smiled, watching my expert fingers knead as his body quickened its powerful thrusts. I moved one hand down to my clit, rubbing gently at the taunt skin as he pushed in and out. Chris moaned again, this time his eyes peeled to our connected bodies and my blurry fingers. "Come on Baby," Chris whispered, "cum for me..." In an instant, my body erupted into a massive wave of passion, making me close my eyes and scream out in pleasure just as Chris's final thrust spewed a second wave of hot liquid deep inside me. Chris collapsed onto me, his massive arms hitting the bed firmly on either side of me, just barely catching his weight before his muscular form crushed mine. His lips attacked mine passionately as I curled my fingers through the damp hair at his neck, letting out a long sigh of pleasure.

The teacher droned on and on about the complex math equation... I smiled thinking about the teacher in all those Charlie Brown cartoons... "Yep, pretty close!" I thought to myself, a small laugh playing at my lips. My mind swept throughout the room, glancing over the many colorful educational posters and innumerous teaching materials. My eyes looked again at the ticking of the clock near the entry door, it insistent and loud clicking that made my skin crawl. My gaze wandered to the windows, looking out at the green trees of my Beverly Hills High school campus as they swayed with the gentle wind. I sigh heavily, longing to be done and home for my stolen moment alone with Chris.

My mind flew back to the first time we made love at his house... in a real bed. My mother had sent me next door to retrieve the platter she had given him a few days prior. As I knocked on the door, Chris opened it quickly. He had obviously just finished taking a shower... His dark curly hair was wet and a deep green robe tied loosely around him. A smile erupted on his lips the moment he saw me. "I was just thinking about you... you are just a dream come true." I smiled back, closing the door quickly behind me as I moved in towards him. "My mom wants me to get her platter back if you are done with it..." I said, as he pulled me close to his body, his robe falling open between us as he kissed me passionately. "I have to hurry..." I whispered against his lips, running my fingers up to his neck and through his damp curls. He quickly picked my small frame off the floor and, holding me close to his exposed body, swung me towards the back bedroom door.

"Lacey!" My entire body jerked at the stern voice, sending my legs thumping loudly against the bottom of my school desk. The sound seemed to echo about the classroom, followed by the obvious sounds of giggling. I looked up and saw that Mr. Morgan was looking at me with disapproval, apparently having called on me several times before gaining my attention. My cheeks burned as I glanced around the room and saw several pairs of eyes peeled on me, all apparently finding great humor at my sudden discomfort. Brad Martin, who sat across the aisle from me, licked his lips, his eyes clearly glued to the rock hard nipples protruding from beneath my white silk blouse. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks, as I quickly folded my arms across my chest, hoping to hide the evidence of my arousing daydream. I looked back to Mr. Morgan, praying silently that he would not notice as well. "Lacey... I asked you a question." He said, now tapping his foot on the floor in front of my desk.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Morgan... I am not feeling well. May I please be excused?" I pleaded with my eyes, the heat from my cheeks now burning uncomfortably down to my neck. Mr. Morgan's look softened, as he nodded sympathetically at me. I quickly unhooked my legs from the small desk and hurried towards the door. After grabbing the hall pass from its hook, I flew out of the room and down the hall to the girl's bathroom.

I was relieved to find the girl's room empty as I made my way to the stall towards the back of the cold dark room. As soon as the heavy metal door was latched behind me, I leaned against the wall and slid down to the cold tile floor. My heart was racing madly in my chest, my mind a frenzy of images of Chris removing my clothes and pushing me gently next to the bed. I could almost feel his aftershave tickle my nose as I thought about kissing his neck and chest. I remember pushing the robe off his shoulders, his damp tanned body tasted so good. As I allowed my mind to dance around that moment, I reached down under my skirt and pulled off my panties. Tossing aside near the toilet, I allowed my legs to spread open, relishing the feel of my fingers sliding up and down my wet slit.

I moaned softly, thinking back to how I had fallen to the floor in front of Chris, my eyes locking onto his amazing manhood. I wanted to taste him so desperately.... I licked his massive cock cautiously, uncertainly. Chris moaned above me, his hands rubbing at my neck and running through my hair, encouraging me as I explored him with my tongue. I allowed the head to move between my lips, the silky softness of it sending tingles rippling down my spine. Chris moaned again, thrusting his hips forward slightly in response to my uncertain movements. I had never tasted a man like this before, so I was unfamiliar with what he would like, or how to handle myself. I let the long thick shaft slip farther down my throat, but immediately began to gag at its massive length... as I quickly pulled back to recover, the motion of my movement had made Chris moan even more loudly than before. It didn't take long for me to realize how to move my mouth around him in order to give him pleasure. More confidently now, I allowed my other fingers to caress his soft furry balls as I moved my mouth up and down his long thick shaft, flicking my tongue under the soft head with every pass. I finally forced my muscles to relax, allowing his manhood to slip even further down towards the back of my throat. Occasionally I looked up to find his eyes peeled to me, watching my confidence grow with each stroke of my tongue. His hands moved to the back of my head, guiding my head up and down his massive cock, helping me to gauge how quickly to move. Suddenly, his panting erupted into a deep growl and his balls tightened completely and grew hard against my hand. In an instant, my mouth was filled with his salty sweet cum... I moaned as I swallowed down the hot liquid, relishing the flavor of him on my lips and tongue. It was unlike anything I had even felt before. As his body relaxed inside my mouth, I licked the tip and shaft clean of his fluids...

I looked up at him from my position in front of him, feeling my heart race madly behind my breast at the satisfied smile on his face. He quickly lifted me from the floor and laid me back onto the soft large bed, kissing me deeply as he moved on top of me. My head rolled against the cold tile of the girl's room, my probing hand sinking two fingers deep into my soaking pussy as I thought about him entering me again... my fingers rubbed my clit faster matching the memory of my massive orgasm with Chris. A deep moan escaped my lips as my body tightened around my hands, the echo of my pleasure bouncing off the walls around me. I opened my eyes, staring up at the cold dark ceiling of the bathroom stall. I pulled my sopping wet fingers from my soaking pussy and brought them to my lips, sucking at my sweet juices just as Chris would have. My mind pushed back to him, how he had pulled himself gently from me, kissing my neck and chest as he wiped my soaking body clean with his robe. I knew I needed to pull myself together in order to get back to class, but I paused for a minute longer, thinking back to how he had helped me dress... he was so tender, so gentle. I smiled, thinking back to how I had nearly forgotten the tray I had been there to retrieve....

I slowly rose from the floor, picking up my soggy panties... Instead of slipping them back on, I shoved them into the pocket of my jean skirt, relishing the cool air that hit my puffy moist slit. I sighed heavily as I pushed out of my stall... trying my hardest to clear my mind long enough to make it through the rest of the school day. Suddenly, the girl's bathroom door swung open and I was face to face with small older cleaning lady pushing a mop through the doorway. I inhaled quickly, feeling my heart begin to race and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. She eyed me suspiciously as I quickly edged past her and down the hall towards my classroom..... my heart fluttered with how close she had been to discovering me, to interrupting my fantasy.

After the last bell had rung, I moved quickly from my locker towards the exit... I was dying to get home so that I could make time with Chris to relive my earlier memory. I smiled to myself, remembering how he had loved feeling my mouth on his hard cock. A tap on my shoulder shook the memory from my mind as I found myself face to face with Brad once again. He was a cute guy.... Eighteen, tall, blond hair, steel blue eyes, dimples playing at each corner of his mouth. He played on the baseball team so he was thin and well built. He had a dreamy smile, and a reputation for being a real ladies man. A confident smile twinkled in his eyes as he looked at me.... He knew no one could resist him. "Hey..." he said, moving close to me. The sudden closeness of our bodies sent tiny tingles down my back and up between my bare pussy lips.... "Lacey..." he practically moaned my name, "I wanted to ask you.... Do you have a date for prom yet?" His eyes plowed into me, my heart began to beat wildly in my chest as I shook my head no. He beamed... "Go with me." He whispered forcefully, almost a command that did not allow for refusal. I smiled, shaking my head in agreement. "I will pick you up at 7...." He purred spinning and walking off towards his locker. I clutched my books tightly to my chest as I continued out the entrance door, a small drip of moisture gliding down my slit as I hurried home.

I walked into the house quickly, throwing my books onto the couch as I hurried to the back door. Chris was already there... legs dangling into the crystal blue waters, his black trucks low on his body. My heart fluttered at the sight of him... I pulled my skirt down from my hips, and yanked my blouse over my head, nearly ripping out my hair from the force. I didn't care...I was desperate to have his cock deep inside of me. I yanked off my bra, certain I had ripped the lacy material in the process. I practically ran towards him, his eyes darted widely over my naked body as I moved closer. I smiled, seeing his cock jump from its completely relax state to firm attentive tent of black material as quickly as I had removed my clothing. I hurriedly unleashed his massive cock, not even allowing him to remove his shorts before straddling him, plowing his erect beast down deeply into my soaking pussy. He moaned as I took him, my need for cock outweighing any other emotion. His hands circled around my waist, his feet making the water splash as I rode him... hard, relishing each deep thrust. I grunted, totally in control of him as I moved.... I brought my lips to his ears.... "I have wanted to feel you buried inside of me all day..." I slammed down again onto his shaft, a punctuation mark to my passion.

He moaned, "Oh god...."

His eyes closed uncontrollably as I continued to whisper in his ears, feeling bold with a new sense of power... "I have thought about it all day..." I slammed myself down again, rising up and almost off of him before continuing, "... how I wanted to feel you slamming into me..." I moaned, feeling him twitch inside of me as I thrust myself around him again. Chris growled deeply as I continued, "Chris... please...fuck me." I breathed, unable to get the words from my mouth before my passion over took every sense I had. Chris's head flew back on his shoulders, his body exploding inside of me as I slammed down around him once again. The mounting excitement I had carried all day exploded into a massive orgasm, my body gripping down and around him with our final thrusts. I could still feel him twitching inside of me... his cock depleted from our rapid but passionate encounter. I leaned back, my face directly in front of his. I smiled at the intensely satisfied expression.

He opened his eyes, a smile beaming from those perfect dark orbs. "What ever got into you, my dear?" He asked in a breathless whispered.

"Just you." I whispered back, running my finger down his chin before kissing him passionately.



Mother fussed about me, smoothing each of my tender curls and she beamed down at me. "Oh, you are so beautiful!!!" she cooed. "Isn't she beautiful, dear?" she asked my dad.

Dad beamed, "Absolutely!"

I smiled back at them, smoothing down the silky satin green dress. I pulled the spaghetti straps up onto my shoulders, admiring my reflection in the glass of the sliding door. I knew I looked really terrific, and I felt really sexy. My black silky curls had been swept up into a delicate pile at the back of my head, exposing my long slender creamy neck. A few stray curls bordered my narrow face, the deep emerald gown making my green eyes sparkle. My eyes traveled through my reflection and out towards the pool... the moonlight bounced upon the shimmering surface of the water. I wondered briefly what Chris would say about my costume.... I smiled to myself; there was no doubt in my mind, I knew he would love it.

The bell echoed softly throughout the house as Dad hastened to open the massive wood door. My heart began to beat rapidly in my chest as Brad entered and quickly shook my father's hand. Our eyes locked briefly, a small smile played about his lips before his gaze traveled down my body...I could feel myself tremble as the heat of his gaze wandered over the creamy skin at my neckline down the curves of my thin waist and back up to my face. Brad's looked truly amazing in his black satin tuxedo, a smile dancing throughout his sparkling blue eyes. My heart fluttered. Mom insisted on snapping our photo as we moved towards the door, Brad smiled broadly as he wrapped his arm around my waist. "You look beautiful" he whispered into my ear as we moved towards the door. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the long black stretch limo parked in front of the driveway. I looked at Brad who beamed proudly as he held my arm and guided me to the door. A chauffer dressed in a black tie suit held the door as I slipped inside the dark luxurious interior. Brad slid in behind me, snuggling up next to me on the long black velvet bench seat. With another quick wave at my parents, the door closed and the driver climbed into the front of the vehicle. Brad reached over and pressed a button, raising a black panel between us and the driver... Turning towards me, he smiled seductively. "Now we can have some privacy..." he whispered. "You look so amazing..." he whispered, gently dragging a finger along my cheek, making my already pounding heart flutter uncontrollably.

I smiled shyly, "Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself..." He smiled softly, moving closer, his face only inches from mine. His deep blue eyes locked on mine, piercing into me...a seriousness rising between us. My heart continued to flutter in my chest, every pore began tingling with excitement. I leaned forward boldly, brushing my lips against his. Brad kissed me back, tilting his head slightly as I parted my lips, out tongues barely touching. I moaned, the heat from his skin sending chills down my spine. I pressed against him, sliding my tongue between his lips with more force, challenging him to a much more passionate dance... Brad was more than happy to obliged... he kissed me back, his arms circling around my back, pulling me closely to him. "You are an amazing kisser..." I breathed, running my fingers down his collar.

He smiled back, nearly panting with arousal... "So are you...," he breathed heavily.

We arrived at our prom only moments later... I laughed wickedly at Brad as he shifted his weight, challenging his now erect cock to settle down before the door could be opened. The driver helped me out of the car, his strong hand grasping my forearm firmly as my satin green dress spilled forth from the vehicle, Brad following closely at my heels. The site where our prom was being held was absolutely amazing. Red and white roses cascaded about the room, shimmering crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the hundreds of beautifully dressed classmates, sparkling cider and water were being served in gleaming crystal goblets... everything was truly spectacular. Our arrival at the party sent waves of mummers about the room. A few of the more popular girls glared at me as I smiled proudly from my place at Brad's side, while an equal number of guys shot Brad a thumbs up sign as we passed. Brad beamed proudly, holding my arm firmly in his as we moved towards the dance floor. Once we reached the floor, Brad pulled me close to him, our two bodies pressing together firmly as we began to sway to the music. I could feel the familiar butterflies swarm about my tummy, my heart pounding uncontrollably as he moved me about the room, his strong arms wrapping about me. I could feel the silky panties beneath my gown oozing with my expanding moisture and occasionally felt the firmness of Brad's manhood against my groin as we pushed together around the room... I knew it would not be long before my now full grown lust would need satisfied. Brad never left my side for a moment...I snuggled down into him, relishing the feel of being protected under his arm.

As the evening festivities began to wind down, I whispered into Brad's ear.... "Are you ready to go?" He nodded and we said our goodbyes to the various other guests before sneaking out the front to our waiting limo. "Tell the driver to drive us around for a while..." I said suggestively, smiling devilishly at him as I slid back into the vehicle. Brad didn't hesitate to instruct the driver to take his time, and hopped in behind me.

As Brad slid next to me, I could barely wait for the doors to close before I was all over him. I kissed him passionately, my tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth, my body pushing against his firmly. I knew what I wanted and had learned from Chris that I just needed to grasp for it. Brad moaned with pleasure as my hands moved over his rising cock beneath the fabric of his tux. His hands began to knead at my breasts... pulling at their tender peaks beneath the silky material of my gown. He slowly slid the straps down, my hard nipples tingled as the cool air kissed their peeks. Brad brought his lips to one peek and then the other, rolling the flesh around in his mouth gently as his hands reached up beneath the thick folds of my dress. He pushed my soaking wet panties down to my ankles, the garment slipped to the floor, forgotten. His hands traveled back up to my thigh, his firm fingers reaching up and in between the folds of my moist skin, sending electric tingles throughout my body. I moaned, relishing the feel of his touch on my swollen clit.

I slid off the bench in front of him, trying to steady myself in front of him while the car continued to bounce along its unknown journey. I pulled quickly at his zipper, my fingers flying frantically to release his hardened young cock. It wasn't as big as Chris's, but it was absolutely beautiful. I could barely resist cramming it between my lips, swallowing it down my throat deeply, my unyielding hunger for the taste of him making me bolder than I thought possible. Brad's hips bucked uncontrollably, his hands lacing into my hair as I licked his flesh. His moans were getting more intense, as I gently massaged his hardening balls, rolling them over and over in my palm. I knew he would explode at any minute... so I pulled him out of my mouth. Sitting there in front of him, I watched his face, an expression of pleasure mixed with sheer agony pleaded with me, "Please Lacey.... Oh, please..." he begged. I laughed wickedly, relishing the power I suddenly had over his tormented body. I slowed my approach, allowing my tongue to glide gently up this tender shaft, tracing each throbbing vein as my mouth continued. He groaned again. I bent down and took first one firm ball into my mouth. Sucking gently at the tender flesh before moving onto the next. His breathing began growing erratic... I knew he was so close. I moved back down to his pulsing shaft, nibbling gently at the tender head, allowing my teeth to lightly brush across the delicate skin, before running my tongue over the tiny slit at the tip. In one sudden and firm movement, I plunged his cock deep into my mouth, letting it glide completely down the back of my throat, my tongue kneading firmly against the shaft. Brad groaned loudly, his body quaking as it erupted into me, his hot thick fluid rushing down the back of my throat. I moaned, swallowing down his cum, relishing each drop of sweet nectar on my lips. His body finally depleted, I licked his softening muscle clean, savoring each drop as I leaned back, smiling up at his satisfied face. I sat up next to him, kissing him deeply, allowing him to taste the fluids on my mouth. "Wow. Where did you ever learn to do that?" he whispered.

I took a deep breath, "I had a great teacher."

"Remind me to thank him someday." He whispered, snuggling against my neck and kissing my ear tenderly. I smiled to myself with satisfaction.

The dark night sky grew cloudy and had begun to let loose a cold drizzle of rain by the time we reached my house that evening. Brad walked me quickly to the door, kissing me deeply before releasing me, pressing my forgotten panties into my palm as we parted. I smiled at him, and returned them to his coat pocket... "Something to remember me by..." I said suggestively, kissing him tenderly once more. As he made his way back to the limo and climbed in, he waved from the window just as the sky broke open and the rain began to fall in sheets. I entered the house quickly, goose bumps breaking out about my scantly covered skin from each icy droplet. I knew that mom and dad would already be gone and at the hospital, so it wasn't surprising to find the entire place pitch black when I finally squeezed through the door. I walked throughout the house, it felt so unusually lonely and dark. I slipped the heels off my feet, rubbing my fingers quickly over the tender balls of my feet as I walked into the living room. A flash of lightening illuminated the pool beyond the sliding glass door and my breath caught suddenly as I saw Chris standing at the pool's edge. He stood there, dressed in an elegant tuxedo, the falling rain dripping from the edges of the silky black material and his tender curls. He was holding a bouquet of red long stemmed roses, and smiling comically at me through the glass. I hurried towards the door, my breath catching as the cold rain drops soaked my satin dress as I made my way out to him.

"I was trying to surprise you.... But the rain surprised me instead." He said laughing, looking up towards the sky as the drops attacked his face and eyes. "These are for you..." he said gently, handing me the roses. I smiled, taking the flowers from him and gently ran my fingertips over the silky pedals.

"Thank you." I whispered, smiling at him through the rainfall. I set them gently on the edge of the bench behind us and turned to embrace him. He lifted my face to him, his fingers tracing the lines of my mouth, cupping my face as he brought his lips to mine firmly.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes latching onto mine. "I can taste him on you..." he whispered. I looked down, afraid that he would be angry at me for having brought pleasure to someone else. But when my eyes rose again to meet his, he was smiling; his cock had grown hard against me.

I smiled, bringing my lips back to his, thrusting my tongue more firmly between his lips. Chris moaned, his hands moving down over my now soaking breasts, flicking their tender tips under the silky material. I reached down and quickly unzipped his dark slacks, pulling the material apart to allow his huge manhood to escape. I pushed gently at him, making him set back and sit on the wooden bench... our bench. I quickly straddled him, guiding his hardened cock slowly into my soaking pussy. I moaned as I felt him fill me, the cold drops of rain forgotten, my skin burning with desire for him. The folds of my green soaked satin dress covered our now joined bodies as I pumped against him... He bent down at licked at my hard erect nipples, the thin layer of satin becoming as a second skin in his mouth. I could feel myself nearing the breaking point, unable to withstand the imminent explosion of passion...

I graduated from high school and moved away to college four months later. Every time I came home, Chris and I would steal a moment away to make love. The month I graduated from Yale, I came home and told Chris about my fiancé, Brad. He was very happy for us, and even made a special point of purchasing us a grand suite for our honeymoon night. After I married, Chris and I would make a point to reconnect once a year, the anniversary of our first encounter. Chris remarried five years after Brad and I celebrated the birth of our first child. Rachel was an amazing woman! She loved Chris very much and would often inquire how we had become so close over the years. I would just smile at Chris, our eyes locking onto one another in a brief and passionate embrace... we explained that Chris had been a good neighbor and friend to our family... and still was!

Hot and Spicy!

In real life, I am a pretty average woman. Most people wouldn't think I had a single naughty thought in my precious little head, but OOOHHHH would they ever be wrong. As I have grown older, I am beginning to appreciate the spice of life. I have found myself drooling over erotic books, fondling a bright purple vibrator as if it were the real thing, and treasuring those moments when I can tug my extremely sensitive nipples to an orgasm.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my life. I love my friends, I love my family, and I love being known as the "good girl".... BUT, sometimes I want to retreat to my little secret corner of the world where I am a major slut and constantly in need of a a good lay. And I have learned that a good fantasy, can sometimes make for the best orgasms! Sometimes reaching down and rubbing my clit to a silent climax while my hubby snores right next to me can be just as exciting as a hot and sweaty night of fucking.

I am starting this blog in order to have a secret place to write all the thoughts, deeds, and stories that my wicked little mind conjures up on a regular basis. If you are easily offended, then hit the back button now. If you don't want to know the truth from this girl's lips, scroll away ASAP. BUT, if you want to know what this girl REALLY thinks about the spice of life, then read on!