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I had watched the same scene unfold at least three dozen times in the past two years, probably more. It always started out the same way, with a wispy, out of focus, image floating from the east wall of my bedroom. It looked like nothing more than a cloud of thin gray mist.

On the few occasions when the image would settle down in one place, it would come into better focus. When that happened, she would usually be standing near the foot of my bed.

You caught that, did you? Yes, I said, she. And a very lovely “she,” she was indeed, or at least she would become, as the mist congealed to give the cloud form.

Let me take you back to the beginning of this whole affair. As they say, “Beginning at the beginning is usually the best place to begin telling a tale.”

I inherited my home when my aging father passed away three years ago. My family had attended to the old place for several generations. I guess the average person would not find the idea of living in an old lighthouse to be particularly inviting, but being a writer, I found the solitude of its remote location quite appealing. Its mind-soothing serenity was only enhanced by the hypnotic rhythm of the huge breakers crashing against the base of the great stone cliffs far below. The haunting calls of the various feathered residents claiming the near-vertical rock face as their home added a splash of life to the otherwise-barren cliffs.

My grandfather and his father before him had spent their lives tending to the beacon atop the lighthouse. The beacon insured the safe passage of the many sailing vessels rounding the rocky point, by warning them to steer clear of the rock-laden waters near by. There were sharp jagged rocks out there, lurking just beneath the churning surface, some larger than a medieval castle. More than a few ships had gone down on those rocks attempting to take the short path around the point, taking many a sailor with them.

About the time my father was preparing to take over the job of attending the lighthouse from his father, a series of automated marker buoys were placed around the point with the latest high-tech equipment and navigational aids modern science had to offer. This event rendered the old lighthouse obsolete and put it out of service. I had dreamed of living in the lighthouse as a child, but without the job to go along with it, my father wouldn’t even consider the notion, but he had been able to purchase the old thing for a song and dance. I mean, how many people can say they own a damn lighthouse. I think he only wanted it because of its ties into our family history.

When my father passed it on to me, I wasted little time having the old thing renovated and a year later moved into it as my permanent residence. Several months after moving in, the sightings began. They were infrequent at first, but their frequency grew as time went on.

I have to admit, the first few times I saw it, the mist scared the holy shit outta me. After a while, I got use to it and pretty much figured it was fairly harmless. But the first time I saw it coming through my bedroom wall, which was on the fourth floor of the lighthouse, it damn near caused me to kill myself trying to get the hell outta there, down three flights of the steep spiraling staircase, and out the friggin’ front door. For several months afterwards, I slept on the sofa in the first-floor living room. I couldn’t force myself to sleep upstairs.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking; one of the prerequisites for being a fiction writer is that you must have an overactive imagination. True, but not the scenario in this particular instance. The only thing my imagination was overactive about at that time was trying to figure out how to get the hell away from that damn thing, that cloud, that whatever the hell it was, without having to give up my wonderful little lighthouse home. My imagination did give me a fit for a while though; I kept having visions of that old movie “The Fog.”

The cloud of mist would gradually seep through the exterior stone wall of my bedroom like many tiny droplets of molasses oozing through several layers of cheesecloth, then join into a single cloud of mist once they were through the cold stone wall.

I had never seen the mist in any other part of the lighthouse, so I determined it would be safe if I just moved into a different room for my bedroom. That was when things got interesting. After spending nearly two hours disassembling, moving, and reassembling my bed in a third-story room, I decided to take a little catnap before beginning the evening’s writing session. Much to my surprise, I discovered my bed had been moved back to its original room. It looked as though it had never been moved from the spot it was in.

Okay, perhaps that should have been the time to push the old panic button and get the hell outta the place. But I wasn’t gonna give up my wonderful lighthouse without first having put up a pretty damn good fight.

I’ve never been known for having the best decision casino siteleri making capacity on planet Earth, well, not for making the right decisions, anyway. In my infinite wisdom, I decided I would sleep on that bed, in that room, that very night. If I were a man, I guess you could say I was gonna show that cloud just what a massive set of balls I actually possessed.

I figured the cloud would just havta settle for a nice set of boobs instead. I hoisted up my bra straps a notch or two and marched right into the bedroom. I was ready to kick some cloud butt! I mean hell, I wasn’t gonna put up with that kinda crap. It was my damn lighthouse. That stinkin’ cloud didn’t have any rights to the place, and I was just the woman who was gonna convince it of that very fact.

“Okay, listen up! You can stop the shit right now, ’cause I ain’t goin’ a damn place! This is my lighthouse and you’re not welcome here! I’m gonna sleep in here tonight and you better leave my ass alone! You got that shit straight?” I roared, before marching out of the room, secure in the knowledge that I had just set that stupid cloud straight on a few points.

By bedtime my courage had waned somewhat. I checked my boobs, they both were still just as big as ever, but I was finding it most difficult to actually carry out my promise to myself, and the cloud, to sleep in the room that night.

After a nice, relaxing hot bath, I felt a bit more positive about myself and decided to go for it. What the hell, what could a cloud do to you besides cloud up and rain all over you, anyway? The rather large shaker full of Vodka Martinis I drank, while in the tub, might have helped to boost my courage a little too. But I’m not really too sure about that. That’s me, instant asshole, just add alcohol. Damn, my boobs even looked bigger after the first drink or two.

It took me a while to get to sleep, and once I had accomplished that major feat, I spent most of the night trying too recover from a series of seriously scary nightmares.

At 4:15 a.m. I was awakened by a strange feeling, like someone was staring at me. Standing at the foot of my bed was the image of a tall, slender woman, dressed in what I can only describe as a negligee, circa 1800. From what I could see of her, which was quite a lot actually because the negligee was very transparent, she was a very attractive woman, or at least, she had been a very attractive woman at one time.

At first, she scared the holy crap outta me. My mind tried desperately to come up with a new game plan. It appeared now that I was going to actually be doing battle with a real, genuine ghost type individual, it was no longer just a mysterious cloud of mist.

She stood there for several moments, just looking at me. I could do little more myself. I couldn’t make up my feeble little mind whether I should speak to her or make a break for the door. How fast can ghosts run?

Discretion being the better part of valor, I opted to bolt. I had made less than four fast strides toward the door before she appeared right between me and the door. I hit full-reverse thrusters, did a quick about-face, and literally dove back into the bed. She quietly returned to her vigilance at the foot of the bed. Walking without moving her feet was a pretty neat trick I thought. Now there’s a move Michael Jackson hasn’t mastered. Eat your heart out, Michael.

She seemed benevolent enough, showing no signs of wanting to harm me. I got brave, stepped slowly from the bed and began easing my way toward the door. I made it halfway before I froze in my tracks.

“Please stay,” a soft, non-existent voice spoke inside my head.

I turned toward my visitor. “Can you give me just a couple good reasons why I shouldn’t already be out the front door?” I said, trying not to let my fear show in my voice. Yeah, right, fat chance of that happening.

“Please stay,” the voice repeated. It wasn’t a real voice, just something inside my head.

“Not a chance! I’m outta here!” I yelled as I bolted through the door, slamming it tight behind me.

I spent the rest of the night sitting on my sofa downstairs. I didn’t see her again that night. I also didn’t get any more sleep; I was too busy talking to the big photo of my dad on the fireplace mantel. I figured he owed me some kind of reasonable explanation as to why he had ever bought the damn lighthouse in the first place. Naturally, I got no answers from him. He just sat there on the mantel with that silly-ass smirk on his face.

It took several weeks before I acquired enough courage to reenter the bedroom, but I finally tightened up my bra straps and gave it a try. Everything looked normal when I eased the door open and pulled my best imitation of a housecat sneaking into the room. Maybe an afternoon nap would be a smart thing to do to regain my confidence in the room. Ghosts don’t roam around during the day; they’re night people, right?

Wrong, I had been asleep only a short while when I felt something moving slot oyna in the bed, and it wasn’t me. I bolted up in the bed, but there was nothing there. After five minutes of heart pounding, breath-robbing anxiety, I was finally able to lie back down, deciding it had all just been in my head.

When I woke up the next time, I lay there for a few moments with my eyes closed. I was afraid to look; it felt like someone with a feather-light touch was stroking my forearm. It wasn’t hurting me; it just felt like someone was sliding her fingertips up and down my arm. I said, “her,” because I could detect a hint of a light sweet fragrance in the air.

I remained completely still for a long while, not letting on that I was awake. The soft stroking continued. It was actually starting to feel nice and relaxing, almost like the caring touch of a lover.

I opened my eyes just in time to see the misty cloud vanish. Maybe she is as afraid of me as I am of her, I thought to myself. She certainly didn’t seem to be harmful in any way. But I had noticed one disturbing thing about her; I sensed a great loneliness in her while she was touching my arm. Don’t ask, I don’t know, I just felt it, okay? I also learned that ghosts are not necessarily just night people, or beings, or whatever you wanna call them. It had been broad daylight when all this happened. I guess, like writers, ghosts don’t keep regular hours either.

There was one good thing that came out of that little afternoon nap, I now pretty much figured out that the ghost had no intention of harming me and I could go back to sleeping in my bedroom, in my own bed. If she was lonely and just wanted to touch my arm while I slept, that would be fine with me. I think she just wanted some company.

I know, I know; I’m a total idiot, right? Save it for later, it gets better.

I was hard at work later that evening laboring over my latest novel. For having been pounding away at the keyboard for hours I sure hadn’t made much progress. My mind kept roaming back to my visitor, the cloudy mist that magically transforms into a beautiful woman. I no longer considered her a threat, but not knowing who she was or where she came from was playing havoc with my imagination, making concentration difficult, if not impossible. My work had actually been suffering over the last few weeks because of my inability to keep my mind off of her and on my work.

I hate it when I am trying to work and my brain refuses to cooperate; it makes for a long frustrating night. I finally decided to go to bed. A good eight hours rest might get the old think factory back in decent order. I sure as hell wasn’t getting much accomplished by sitting and staring blankly at my computer screen. Besides, there just might be a fantastic story concealed within my mysterious newfound misty friend.

“Yeah, sure, like I’d have the gonads to intelligently interview a ghost. Not!” I said to the cute little teddy bears rolling by on my screensaver. Seems like I’ve been staring at those teddy bears a lot lately. My teddy bears and I have this love-hate relationship. I love to look at them, but I hate to see them, because when they’re rolling by it means I’m not typing, which equates to I’m not getting any work done, which in turn translates into “I ain’t making nooo money, honey.”

It took me quite a while to fall off to sleep; I was too busy watching the east wall in case my visitor might return. I eventually managed to drift off, only to float right into one of the most erotic dreams I had ever had. In the dream, I was lying naked on a blanket atop one of the massive boulders jutting up out of the rolling ocean, several hundred yards from the safety of shore. How I got there, I haven’t a clue.

I could feel the warm evening sun slowly toasting my skin to a golden brown. Occasionally, a cooling spray of fine mist would rain down on me after a big wave smashed full-force against the huge rock, sending the water showering skyward.

The setting sun had disappeared behind the great cliffs when a mermaid, riding the crest of a large wave, surfed right up on my rock. After the water had lifted her onto the rock, it cascaded back into the swirling water below, she slid up next to me, using her arms to slide along on her butt, or whatever you would call it on a mermaid.

She said nothing; just sat there with a big beautiful smile on her exquisite face. I didn’t have too much to say either; I was in absolute awe of her beauty. I guess the fact there was a fish-lady sitting next to me, might have caused my brain to lockup just a bit too.

I know you’ve seen paintings of the mythical mermaids, and they are always magnificently gorgeous creatures with long flowing hair, large seashell-covered breasts, sweet innocent faces, and sleek curvy fish-like bodies. Well, let me tell you something; there’s not an artist out there doing justice to those marvelous creatures. She was, without a doubt or fear of contradiction, the most lovely, sexy, erotic being I canlı casino siteleri have ever seen. Sorry ladies, but I just don’t believe a more alluring creature exists, not on this planet anyway.

She had a face that would cause any of the classic Greek goddesses to suffer from an extreme case of jealousy. Her eyes were large almond-shaped, deep dark-blue pools of emotion. They were of the same splendid blue as the waters she had risen from. Her smooth flawless skin was a pale shade of pink any breeder of rare roses would delight in finding among his prized blooms. The slight blush covering her high cheekbones was but a few shades of darker pink.

A fine spray of water filled the air when she jerked her head upward, tossing the long spiraling locks of hair back over her shoulders, revealing a pair of the nearest things to perfection one could possibly imagine. Her dark-peach tipped breasts were pure poetry in form. It’s a good thing I’m a gentlewoman or I would’ve been on those puppies like a Hoover Carpet Master. They simply begged my attention. They had it, all right, but not the kind I wanted to give them.

I wished she hadn’t done that just then though, I had almost regained the power of speech and was about to try making a little small talk with the lovely creature. That all went to hell the moment I caught sight of those beautiful breasts. My voice seized up in my lungs, along with most of the oxygen in the immediate vicinity and a considerable amount of seawater spray that had filled the air when she had tossed her hair back.

Something I couldn’t understand; I don’t know about you, but when I get out of the shower, my hair looks like holy crap until it’s dried. But not this chick’s, her hair looked like she had just been to the hairdresser. Wet or not, it didn’t matter, her long deep-red tresses were gorgeous. That really pisses me off, why couldn’t I have hair like that? She comes right outta the damn ocean with her hair looking like a movie star’s. Mine gets a little damp and I look like Phyllis Diller on a bad-hair day.

Have you ever experienced one of those days when you wanted to appear cool, calm, and collected, but everything you did just confirmed the fact that you were a complete idiot? Well, that was me. I sat there on the big rock and started babbling like a fool the moment I was able to get words to come out of my mouth.

“Who, ah, what the hell, ah, hello,” I stuttered.

She leaned forward giving me a light kiss on the mouth.

Well hell, that just locked my brain up again. I didn’t know what to do. But I figured if a little kiss was their form of greeting, I couldn’t very well buck the system, I was on her turf, or rock, whatever. I returned the kiss.

Talk about some soft lips; that lady really had ’em. When I pulled back from the second kiss, she followed me, placing her mouth back on mine. The kiss that followed was packed with such passion and desire; it actually took my breath away. I don’t know, maybe she didn’t need to breathe or something; after all, she was part fish. Her delicious tongue twirled around in my mouth like an eel on a hook.

I finally had to push her away so I could get some oxygen. “Damn, lady, you don’t waste any time do you?” I asked.

A big bright smile spread across her face creating a pair of dimples so cute I just wanted to stick my finger in one of them. So I did. Her smile only got bigger and brighter. Her skin was very soft to the touch, like the feel of fine hand-woven silk.

Becoming a bit impatient, I reached for one of her magnificent breasts; I just had to touch one of them.

“What the hell?” I yelled, bolting upright in the bed. I sat there a few moments collecting my thoughts. “Wow! What a dream! Why do I always have to wake up just as things start to get interesting?”

I lay back down, trying desperately to go back to sleep. I wanted to get back into that dream before my beautiful mermaid slipped away into her watery undersea world. Needless to say, it didn’t work, nor did I get back to sleep.

At long last, I began to nod off. That’s when the mist-lady decided to make her entrance, flowing from the wall like water vapor. This time, she took form sitting on my bed beside me instead of standing at the foot of the bed.

“Oh my God! It’s you!” I gasped, sitting up right.

She just smiled at me.

“You’re the mermaid!” I exclaimed.

She leaned toward me, placing her lips to mine. Her tongue darted between my lips doing the same eel-like dance in my mouth the mermaid’s tongue had done in my dream. Her kiss was so light. It was almost like she wasn’t really there at all.

After she backed away from our feathery, but exciting kiss, I looked down toward her legs; halfway expecting to see fins and scales. But I found a pair of long slender legs covered by the thin white transparent material of the antique negligee instead.

I looked back at her face. It was the same beautiful face I had seen on the mermaid and the same gorgeous red hair. I hadn’t actually ever gotten a good look at the mist-lady before, because she had never been in clear focus before now. That made it impossible for me to have placed her features on the fish-lady in my dream.

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Chapter Twenty-One – Happy F*pping Everyone!

Sleeping next to Aron was the best thing ever. Especially since the guy now had a signature way of waking him up, with slow kisses and caresses.

“Hey,” he smirked, as he stretched like a cat into the man’s arms.

“Hey back,” Aron chuckled. “I hate not being able to cuddle some more, but I need to go to work early. They’re sending someone over from New Entertainment, to ask us about a new motivational book we publish. Apparently, these guys like to wake up with the chickens.”

“Why do you have to be there? Are you the one giving the interview?” Carter asked, and wrapped his arms around Aron’s strong shoulders.

“No, but I have to show support for the author, and they may ask me about some technical aspects. Or I might be as good as invisible. Trust me, I would like nothing more but wake up slowly with you.”

“I think I can live with you leaving early for work once. But don’t make it a habit,” Carter joked.

Hello, we’re not supposed to get used to this!

Hey, since when we’re talking like Deadpool again?

Admit it, it’s pretty cool.

Yeah, Deadpool is the awesomest.

Wait … are you trying to change the subject?

Smart brain is smart, psh, what to say?

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Aron placed a wet sloppy kiss on his ear, making him giggle. “And you go wreck them, tiger. I bet your Instagram has gazillions of followers by now.”

Carter rolled his eyes. That was the last thing on his list of concerns.

“Hey,” he caressed the ridge of Aron’s shoulders slowly. “When would you say we should go see Carter together?”

“As I said, baby, when it’s convenient for you. You’ll see, the guy’s on the mend. The doctors are very optimistic.”

“Eh, what do you they know?” he shrugged.

“Hmm, I’d say much more than us,” Aron replied. “They went to med school, and we didn’t.”

“Ha, seriously?” Carter smiled.

“Yeah, they have all those diplomas and stuff,” Aron joked further. “So, pick your day, and we’ll go.”

“I don’t know if today or tomorrow is the right day … but I’ll check with Mark. I really want to see the bo … the guy,” Carter correctly himself in time.

“The boy? Was this what you were trying to say?” Aron questioned, a bit puzzled. “He’s older than you.”

“Yeah, but he behaves like a child, right?”

Nice save, bro.

Aw, do you really mean it?

No, not really.

Douche.

“I suppose,” Aron sighed.

“Well, we’ll go together and kick him to wake up,” Carter said quickly.

“I’m pretty sure the nurses and the good doctors there would have something to say about such barbaric acts,” Aron shook his head and smiled. “Really, baby, I’m so happy you’re not upset with him anymore.”

“Eh, let bygones be bygones,” Carter said. “Weren’t you supposed to be out the door already?”

“Kicking me out of the bed?” Aron pretended to pout.

“I think you’re in danger of me not letting get out of it, but have it your way,” Carter sighed for dramatic effect.

“All right, here’s your last kiss, until we meet again,” Aron smooched him loudly on one cheek.

“Okay, okay, just go already,” Carter pushed him away.

That was the right thing to do. Push Aron away, even though it was pretty damn redundant at this point. How the hell was he going to live in his good ol’ shell? What? Was he getting used to Instagram fame already?

No, that wasn’t it. But he was not going to say it. Even his smartass brain knew to shut its trap on the topic. They were never going to go there.

***

“Hey, Alex,” Simon greeted him cheerfully, the moment he went through the door to his office.

“Did Mark let you in?” Carter asked, eyeing the guy suspiciously.

“No, I … just waited for him to be a moment out, and I sneaked in,” Simon said with a small snicker.

Ah, this was getting weary. Fuck with the no interfering rule. Aron didn’t deserve to be cheated on. Not with Simon, not with anyone. And this was one thing he needed to take care of properly. Mark was right. He could not have his cake and eat it.

“Simon,” he said solemnly and placed one hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Look here, man. We’re over.”

Women used to break up with him, not the other way around. This was new. And frigging hard.

“What?” the guy stammered and recoiled as if he had been slapped.

Carter’s fingers squeezed to keep him in place.

“I thought I could play this game. I thought that it was enough to mistreat you and you would go away. But it’s not okay. It’s not okay at all. And it’s not fair.”

Simon was looking at him, chewing his bottom lip and frowning, like he was trying to make sense of the guy.

“I … I could tell Aron,” Simon said hesitantly.

“If you do that, that’s on you, man. I’ll deal with my husband. I will figure out a way to get him back, because sure as hell that he’ll drop me after something like this. If this is what you want to do, I cannot stop you, and you know it.”

He was taking a huge gamble here. But he just casino oyna couldn’t stand this anymore. Simon was too willing to take just everything his so-called lover threw at him. Aron was getting hurt, even if unconsciously. And Carter was too damn stupid to juggle two men at the same time. Plus, he only was in love with one.

Oops.

Gimme a break.

“But I hope you won’t,” he continued. “I hope that you care enough about what we had that you won’t decide to destroy it like this. I will tell Aron myself.”

Are we?

Yes. I don’t care about cosmic mistakes and whatnot.

It was maybe crazy and stupid, but it felt damn right. Yes, he knew, it was not his secret to tell, and he needed to find a way to come clean to Aron, for the sake of the guy’s marriage. Maybe when Alex was going to get back to his own body, he would just have to hack it, and finally admit that Aron was the best husband in the universe, and not supposed to be cheated on like a shmuck.

“You really mean it,” Simon said bitterly. “After all I did for you.”

“Boy, you don’t know what you’re talking about. What did you think you did? Have your romp smacked with a paddle? Wore some leather thingie under your shirt? Really, what kind of compromise or life-changing decision do you think you took?”

“This one,” Simon shook his hand and opened his shirt with hurried moves.

“Oh, dear,” Carter felt his jaw getting slack.

The sight of red, oozing skin was a shock. But even more was the message imprinted in black ink on Simon’s smooth chest in round calligraphic letters.

“Alex’s Property? Pardon my French, but are you nuts?” he whispered in a low voice. “When did you have this one made?”

“Over the weekend,” Simon whispered back. “I was planning to have my nipples pierced, too, but I was too afraid of the pain!”

“Too afraid of the pain? How the hell did you live through this?” Carter pointed out at the guy’s chest.

Simon shook his head and made such a face that Carter almost felt the need to hug the guy and comfort him. Well, maybe not hug him, because probably his chest hurt like fucking hell, but still.

“All right,” he covered his face with both hands. “Simon, man, you really have to reconsider your life choices.”

“What’s to reconsider?” Simon asked, and he definitely looked like he was in pain. Physical pain, most probably. “I love you. What the hell do I have to do so you can understand it? And I was really hoping we would go to one of those cool BDSM clubs now, that we’re into that lifestyle.”

Carter drew one long breath. Then another. Then another. Simon was staring at him with pained puppy eyes.

Ah! The proverbial light bulb appeared.

“So, do you want to be owned and shit?” he asked Simon.

The guy’s caramel eyes lit up.

“No, not by me,” Carter raised both hands. “But, well, I know a guy.”

“Wait, are you, like, lending me?” Simon asked. “Alex, I’m not sure if …”

“Simon, my good dude,” Carter caught the guy’s head in his hands and looked him straight into his beautiful eyes. “I’m a shitty owner, okay? But this guy, he’s like, top-notch master material. I’m sure he can introduce you to someone who could treat you right.”

Or otherwise, he was in serious trouble with PETA or RSPCA, or whoever was in charge of animal protection around. He had no idea about stuff like that.

“I cannot believe you,” Simon pursed his lips and proceeded to button back up. “Okay, Alex, in your own words, if you want war, you got it.”

“In my own words? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Carter wondered out loud.

“It’s what you said when you discovered your beloved husband was cheating on you.”

“He wasn’t cheating. I know all about his so-called cheating.”

“Like hell you do,” Simon shot back. “Think about all the things you have to lose. Not just Aron. Your image.”

“My image? Being a lying scumbag, a cheater, and a two-timer? Isn’t that my real image?”

Simon looked at him like he could not comprehend the question.

“Do what you want,” Carter added. “I thought you could be a decent guy.”

Simon stopped for a second, but then he set his eyes down and stormed out of the room, without another word.

Damn, now he had to get to Aron before that idiot. That definitely didn’t go down well. But, still, it felt right.

***

Why on Earth was Aron not picking up? In the end, he decided to call his office, but a dutiful secretary informed him that his husband was caught up in a meeting, and he could not be disturbed.

“Is it an emergency?” the secretary asked.

“No, not exactly,” he murmured.

“Unless it is an emergency, we cannot help you,” the woman said apologetically.

“No problem. Sorry to bother you,” he answered.

“I will let your husband know you called the moment he is out of the meeting.”

“Thanks a lot. Have a nice day.”

“Have a nice day, too, Mr. Ruskin.”

Okay, so he needed to postpone telling Aron about Alex’s cheating, for now. Was it really such a good idea to tell off Simon? slot oyna Yes, it was. He was just keeping up with a lie, otherwise. And no one was getting anything out of it. Aron was a cheated husband, Simon was led by the nose, and he … well, he just didn’t want any of it. If Alex was going to be pissed once back, that be it. He was not supposed to be a cheater in the first place.

He spent the rest of the day shooting ads, and in long meetings with Yolanda. His phone remained dead. Well, he wasn’t going to leave a message or send an e-mail. That was the kind of thing to at least prepare in advance, over a phone conversation. The rest had to happen face to face.

***

It was late in the evening that he finally managed to get home. To say he was not exactly looking forward to talking to his husband – not your husband! – was an understatement. What if Simon had gotten a hold of Aron before him?

Aron’s phone was still unresponsive. What if something bad happened? He walked through the door, anxiety like a knife in the pit of his stomach. No, that couldn’t be. Someone would have let him know, call from a hospital, from Aron’s work, without a doubt.

Still, he let out a big exhale, the moment he saw Aron sitting on the sofa, with the laptop on his knees, and a focused expression on his face.

“Hey,” he called out.

“Hey,” Aron said and raised his eyes from the screen.

“Didn’t your secretary tell you I called?”

“You called?” Aron asked, surprised. “No, she didn’t tell me anything. Who did you talk to?”

Aron gestured for him to come closer, and kissed him on the lips, as Carter leaned in. Yeah, that was something really nice to get used to. No, no, he needed to focus.

“I don’t know her name … I don’t think she said it,” Carter scratched his head.

“We have some interns working with us this time of the year. Probably one of them answered the phone instead.”

“But, hey, how come you didn’t pick up? I think I called a thousand times,” Carter spoke, as he sat next to Aron on the sofa.

“Damn, can you believe it? I lost my phone. One minute, I had it, and the next, it was gone. I searched everywhere. I’m so sure it was on my desk when those reporters from New Entertainment came. For some reason, they needed to use my office as their home base. Between you and me, Alex, those guys are pretty damn annoying,” Aron explained. “I had people from nearby offices to help me search for my phone, but no trace of it. I have no idea how I could lose it like that.”

“Well, it’s just a phone,” Carter hooked his arm over Aron’s shoulders. “Did you buy another?”

“Yes, it’s not like I can stay without a phone. I was just busy getting in contact with a lot of people to let them know of my new number. But I really liked that phone. Plus, it had our little homemade amateur video on it. I really hope anyone who finds it hasn’t the means to hack into it.”

“Like who would do that? Plus, what’s to fret about? It’s consensual sex between two adults, married, on top of everything,” Carter shrugged, feeling philosophical about the entire situation. “At worst, they’ll just fap to us going at it.”

“Baby, you really know how to cheer up a guy,” Aron laughed. “It still upsets me. I should be more careful. But what did you want to tell me?” he asked.

Ah, damn. Carter unhooked his arm from Aron’s shoulders and began rubbing his palms against his jeans. How the hell was he supposed to start?

Hello. I am Alex Ruskin and I am a cheater.

Hello! This is not AA.

I’m not Alex Ruskin either.

Nor a cheater.

Technically, we spanked Simon once, let him rub his junk with our foot, and stuffed his mouth with our limpy boy.

Psh, that cannot even be called experimenting. We were just trying to …

Yeah, trying. We’re always trying.

It didn’t matter. He had to start. He opened his mouth when his phone started ringing. Well, not that was bad timing. He looked at the phone screen with an annoyed expression.

“It’s Mark. It doesn’t matter, I’ll see tomorrow what he wanted,” he rejected the call. “Now, I was saying …”

The phone began again, this time more hysterically if that was possible for an inanimate object.

“I think you should get it,” Aron spoke. “We have all evening to talk. Whatever you want to say is not time-sensitive, right?”

Well, in a way, it was, but it was not like Simon had the means to get to Aron if Aron didn’t have his phone. He doubted Simon had Aron’s e-mail or other ways to contact the guy. He shrugged and answered.

“Hey, Mark, how’s it going? What’s with you calling out so late? What? What news? Website?”

Aron was looking at him, while he was trying to make sense of his secretary’s babbling.

“Go to New Entertainment’s website,” he told Aron. “Mark is upset over some news or something.”

“Okay,” Aron nodded.

He returned to his conversation with Mark.

“Sex tape?” he asked, this time alarmed.

The look in Aron’s eyes was speaking volumes.

“Fuck me sideways,” he murmured.

Aron buried his canlı casino siteleri face into his hands.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” he began.

All right, no need to panic. He slowly turned the laptop towards him, using just two fingers.

“Beauty X” Model Alex Ruskin Wows In Hot Sex Video Shot With Hunky Husband! We Didn’t See THAT On Instagram!”

“O. M. G.”

It was all he could muster at the moment.

***

“I’m going right there, right now, and I’m making those scumbags eat that phone!” Aron stood to his feet.

Carter caught his hand.

“Chill, man. Not that I don’t appreciate you standing up for your husband’s honor here, but I guess that, by now, the video has been leaked to all the major porn sites.”

“I cannot just stand here,” Aron protested. “Those guys stole my phone, they hacked it, and used a private video to … ah, fuck, how can I be so stupid? I should have not let my phone on my desk!”

Carter was busy typing something while trying to appease Mark on the other end who was talking about what a failure he was for some reason.

“This has nothing to do with you, Mark. Those scumbags are to blame. Yeah, don’t worry about damage control too much. Tonight, my man and I will go there and … make them eat Aron’s phone,” he added, for lack of anything better to say.

“We will?” Aron turned to look at him, more than a bit surprised.

“Yeah, just for the sake of watching them shit their pants,” Carter said with a small shrug. “Oh, as I suspected. We’re already trending on PornRub.”

“Really, Alex, how can you be so chill?” Aron asked.

The guy looked worried. Carter took his hand.

“It’s bad, I know. But what can we do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I should not be so stupid in the future to shoot porn videos in the bedroom,” Aron shook his head and flopped down next to Carter on the sofa.

“Or hop into a time machine, get back to that moment, and not shoot it altogether,” Carter said. “Ah, damn, people are such assholes. Just look at these comments.”

julionerve – Jeesh, no money shot? What the fuck? Screw you, Alex! Can’t you even hold a phone?

alowyin – Aron is soooo husband material.

trentboss – @alowyin get your hands off my husbando, you bitch!!

mekinglord – One second I’m diamonds, and then dark screen?! Alex, you fucking douche!!

arania pleenese – Meh, this guy’s overrated. Aron’s hot AF, tho.

farinismere – Stop complaining, people! Just admit it already that we’re lucky to see this. Both guys are hot. I’d do them both. So happy fapping everyone!

xxcdcmemexx – fuck. Aron, you fucking lucker. I’d rail that twink ass so hard, too.

“And it goes like this …” Carter scrolled down with a long sigh, “for 17 pages? For realz? Are these people jerking off when they go to porn sites, or they’re just here to write literature?”

“Ah, fuck, ah, fuck,” Aron continued to fidget next to him, probably not knowing what else to do.

“All right,” Carter said. “I think it’s time we go over there and give these guys a piece of our minds.”

“I’m totally for that,” Aron flexed his fists.

Carter covered Aron’s hands with one of his. They could not get physical with those idiots, no matter how much he could feel his hands itching, too. Hmm, bingo, he knew exactly what to do.

“Boss?” he heard Mark’s worried voice from the phone he had thrown on the coffee table.

“Mark, go drink some hot milk, grab some cookies, too, and chill. It’s an order, don’t give me lip. Take your dog for a night walk if you cannot sleep. See you in the morning.”

He was barely off the phone, that it started ringing again.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmured. He doubted he could send Yolanda to sleep with milk and cookies, too. But he needed to get that. “Yes?” he answered.

“Alex, stop your man from doing something stupid,” Yolanda began right away.

“So, you’ve seen it,” he breathed out.

“Yeah, like the rest of the universe with an Internet connection, most probably,” Yolanda replied with a sigh.

“Well, technically, only those interested in gay porn, and then supposedly interested in me, plus, if we count out those who are working, sleeping or doing anything else during this time …”

“Alex,” Yolanda stopped him. “We need damage control.”

“You and Mark are like peas in a pod, seriously,” he replied. “What damage control? What is this? A DEFCON situation sort of thing? Should we let the president know my ass got caught naked on camera? Maybe he wants to address the nation!” he exclaimed, finding everyone’s reactions so far a bit too dramatic.

Well, it’s not YOUR naked ass on camera.

True that. Ah, well, DEFCON it is, then.

“We need to spin this in our favor,” Yolanda spoke, this time in her most professional voice.

“Okay, as you say, but first, let me know. Just how bad is a thing like this? For my career and such?”

“Well, there are many factors that come into play,” Yolanda said thoughtfully. “It’s not like you were with another man, but with your lawfully wedded husband. That’s good. You two weren’t engaged in something too extreme or kinky, so, again, that’s good. Also, you’ve never hidden that you’re out and proud, so no issues there, either. But,” she added.

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(This story is a prequel to “Bobby and the Cop”.)

*

I started my second year of college still a closeted, shy, awkward virgin. My first year of college, I never really clicked with anyone. It was my fault, of course. I was afraid to speak to people I didn’t know. I was friendly with people on my floor in the dorm and with some people I shared several classes with, but I wouldn’t call any of them friends.

My freshman year roommate joined a fraternity, so we didn’t hang out and he opted to room with a friend this year. So in my second year, I had to have the school assign me a roommate. He was a transfer student from a community college. I could tell right away that he didn’t like me. I was too nerdy and he was too preppy.

I’m a computer science major and I didn’t have my own computer, so I did my computer work in one of the big computer labs on campus.

I headed to the computer lab Thursday night to finish up my programming assignment that was due on Friday. I signed in and headed to my assigned PC. I pulled out my notes and assignment from my backpack, logged into the network and opened my program code and started working.

I had been working for an hour or so when a backpack dropped on the table next to me. I looked up and a huge guy plopped down in the seat next to me. He was wearing a gray football team t-shirt. He had black hair and a goatee, but looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days, so he had some scruffy beard growth. He signed into his terminal and pulled out his notes and papers. I smiled to myself as he stared at the screen and scratched his head. He was the kind of dumb jock that terrorized me in high school and I felt somewhat satisfied knowing that he was clueless sitting in front of a computer.

I tried to return my concentration to my own screen, but it was difficult with him sitting next to me. I really wanted to check him out, but I didn’t dare for fear of getting my butt kicked. Not to mention that he was flipping through his book and notes and grumbling to himself, so he probably wasn’t in a very good mood.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as he returned to tapping on the terminal keyboard.

While he was having troubles, I was making pretty good progress and started on the last part of the assignment.

“Hey. Kid,” he whispered to me.

I looked over at him and he was looking at my screen.

“Do you know about this shit?” he asked. “Fuck, what the hell are you working on?”

“It’s my CS210 assignment.”

“Do you think you can help me?” he asked. “I can’t figure out what I’m doing wrong.”

He looked at me like a lost puppy dog and my heart melted. Combined with his southern accent and deep voice, there was no way I could say ‘no’.

“Sure, what are you working on?” I asked.

He grinned big and he had nice white teeth. He had a boyish face and his cheeks were slightly red. He was really cute. I smiled back at him.

He scooted his chair over and I moved closer. He handed me the assignment and I looked it over. It really a simple BASIC program from CS105 Intro to Computers. The kind of stuff I did on my PC back in middle school. I looked at his screen and immediately saw what he was doing wrong. I pointed out the flaw in his logic and he made the change and it ran without an error.

He smiled big as he looked at the screen. “Oh, man, that’s awesome,” he said, then turned to me. “Thanks, little dude.”

“You’re welcome,” I said with a smile.

I gave him a hint on what to do next and then returned to my own code. As I was putting the finishing touches on my assignment, he leaned towards me and whispered, “Hey, kid.”

I looked at him and whispered, “I’m not a kid. I’m 19 years old, probably the same age as you.”

He grimaced and apologized. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“Can you tell me if this is right?”

I looked over his assignment again and looked at his code. He had one small mistake and I showed it to him and he quickly fixed it. It ran without errors and produced the correct output to his inputs.

“Oh, shit, it’s working.”

He looked at me and flashed me that charming grin and then slapped me on the back. I tried to be cool, but that really hurt!

“Dude, thank you so much. You saved my ass,” he chuckled. “My name’s Bo, by the way.”

“I’m Bobby.”

“Cool. I hope I didn’t keep you from your work too much. You almost done with what you’re working on?”

“It’s no problem. I was just getting ready to submit it.”

“Where do you live?” he asked.

“Eldridge.”

“We’re neighbors then. I’m in Fox. If you’re finishing up, I’ll walk back with you.”

“Yeah, give me a few minutes.”

It was almost 11:00 and well after dark. It was kind of scary walking on campus this late, especially after that student was assaulted while running at the track a couple of weeks ago.

After logging out, we signed out at the desk and then headed back to the dorms.

Bo stopped and lit a cigarette as soon as we got casino şirketleri out of the building. He offered me a cigarette and I declined.

We walked at a pretty slow pace and made small talk. He was a business major and played guard on the football team. He was a sophomore like me, but was 20 years old. Since his birthday was in December, he didn’t start school with the rest of the kids his age. He was from Dacula, Georgia and had a football scholarship. That explained the accent.

I’m sure we looked like an odd pair. I was 5’8″ and skinny as a rail, black hair and brown eyes, nerdy looking with glasses.

As we walked and talked, I was able to check him out without it looking suspicious. Bo was 6’3″ and huge. He had very short dark brown hair and the color of his beard matched. His eyes were a hazel color. He had big hands and feet, big arms and legs, a barrel chest and a rounded belly. I’d later find out he was 310 pounds and wore size 14 shoes.

The end of his cigarette glowed red as he inhaled. He held it in and then blew out the smoke. It was kind of smelly and disgusting, but it was also kind of sexy. He looked very masculine when he smoked. When he wasn’t taking a drag, he held it down to his side and he flicked the ashes off the end with his thumb.

I noticed right away that when he talked to me, he looked me right in the eyes. At first it was a little bit disconcerting. I wasn’t used to making eye contact like that with people, especially with another guy. But I was mesmerized by his eyes and I couldn’t look away.

When we walked into the shared lobby between our dorms, he thanked me again for helping him and we separated and went up to our own rooms.

***

That next Wednesday, I was in the lobby checking my mailbox when I heard Bo’s voice. I looked up to see Bo and a large muscular black guy walking in the lobby. He noticed me and called out to me and motioned me over to him.

“Hey! Bobby!”

“Hi, Bo.”

“Hey, little buddy. This is my roommate, Darius. Darius, this is Bobby. The computer genius I was telling you about.”

“Hi,” I said shyly. Darius grunted a greeting, then shook my hand and squeezed it hard enough to make me wince.

“You gonna go to the computer lab today or tomorrow?” Bo asked.

“Yeah, I was going to go tonight.”

He flashed me the charming smile. “Do you think you could help me out again?”

“Sure.”

“Cool. How ’bout I meet you in the lobby here at 8:00?”

“Okay. See you then.”

I met Bo in the lobby at 8:00 and we headed up to the computer lab. We spent a couple hours there, and I finished my assignment pretty quickly. It built upon last week’s assignment and was pretty simple. I spent a good amount of time helping Bo, trying to explain the concepts and helping him when he got stuck. When he got it finished and running correctly, he was so excited that it made me laugh.

It was just after 10:00 when we were walking back to the dorm. We were talking and laughing and Bo was very playful. He made a stupid joke and gave me a nudge with his arm and I practically fell over, but he quickly grabbed my arm and kept me from falling. We were both laughing really hard.

Bo pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit a smoke.

“You got a girlfriend?” he asked me.

“No.”

“Oh. Boyfriend then?”

“What? No, I’m not… I mean, I like… girls.”

“Uh-huh,” he said as he tilted his head back and exhaled the smoke he was holding.

We continued on in awkward silence. Oh god, he knew I liked boys. He must have seen me checking him out. I was scared to death. I swallowed nervously and my hands were shaking.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Bobby. You don’t need to be scared of me.”

He nudged my shoulder again with his arm and I stumbled again and he laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh, too. He was like a bull in a china shop.

When we got to the lobby, he invited me up to his room for a beer, to thank me for my help. I had never had a beer before and I certainly never hung out with a jock before. I tried to act cool and said sure and followed him up to his room.

“Home sweet home,” he said as we walked in. He turned on the lights and we dumped our backpacks on the desk. His room was set up just like mine, of course. When you walked into the small room, the closets were on the left and the door to the bathroom you shared with your suitemates was on the right. There was one long table divided into two desks, plus two single twin beds. In between the beds, he had a table with a small TV with a built in VCR and a mini-fridge underneath it.

He told me his roommate Darius was out on a date with his new girlfriend.

Bo pulled out a couple of cans of beer from the mini-fridge. He turned on the TV and we sat down on his bed. He took a big swig of beer and let out a loud and exaggerated “Aah!” and we both chuckled. I tried to copy him, but ended up choking and coughing. He doubled over in laughter.

“You don’t drink much, do you?” he said.

“This casino firmaları is kinda my first beer,” I replied.

“Oh, a virgin,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows.

I blushed deep red and looked down and sipped my beer.

“Sorry, little buddy,” he said with a smile. “I didn’t mean to hit a nerve,” he chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.”

I took a big drink of the beer and managed to squeak out, “Oh. Are you… you know… a virgin, too?”

“Nah. I lost it when I was a freshman in high school.”

I looked at him in shock. “Oh. Wow.”

He shrugged. “Being on the football team gets you laid pretty regularly.”

“Oh… yeah, I guess it would.”

I wanted to say that being in the computer club does NOT get you laid, but I think that would have been stating the obvious.

Bo tipped his head back and finished off his beer. “Want another one?”

“No, I still got about half.”

Bo tossed his can in the trash and grabbed a second, popped it open and sat back down close to me. I was feeling really nervous all of the sudden and I had to pee.

“Can I use your bathroom?” I asked.

“Sure.”

I got up and shut the bathroom door behind me. I was surprised that it was as clean as it was, with four jocks sharing it. I stood at the toilet trying to calm my nerves. I took a deep breath and then did my business. After I washed my hands, I walked back in the room. Bo was laying back on his bed with his hands linked behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles.

“Oh, if you’re tired, I should go,” I said.

“Nah, I’m just getting comfortable. There’s still plenty of room. Kick your shoes off. Sit with me.”

There really wasn’t plenty of room since Bo was such a big guy. I toed my shoes off and sat down on the bed near the middle.

“Relax, Bobby. Have a drink.”

Bobby handed me my beer off the table and I took a big swig. My face was already starting to feel warm. I took another big gulp and set the beer on the table and looked at Bo. He shifted closer to the wall to make more room for me.

“Get comfortable, little buddy,” he whispered as he reached up and gently pulled my arm.

I hesitated for a second, then laid down next to him, flat on my back. I turned my head towards him as he rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. His hazel eyes locked onto my brown eyes. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my penis was throbbing uncomfortably in my jeans. Bo took off my glasses and reached over me to set them on the table.

Bo’s right hand moved down to my stomach and he slowly ran it up my chest, then my neck and then rested it on my cheek. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. He tasted faintly of beer and cigarettes, but his lips were warm and soft. His beard whiskers ticked my face. I wanted him to kiss me again.

We closed our eyes and tenderly kissed again and again. I turned slightly towards him and put my left hand on his rounded belly. Bo moved even closer and straddled me, and his leg moved between mine. His kisses grew more sensual and when he opened his mouth, I did the same. Bo pulled back and I opened my eyes and looked at his face and he smiled at me.

“You’re a good kisser, Bobby. And so cute.”

“Thanks,” I blushed. “You are too.”

“You ever kissed another guy before?”

“No. Have you?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. You ever kissed a girl before?”

“Yeah. My senior prom date. We just kissed once though, for about a second.”

I reached my hand up and touched his face and stroked his beard. He closed his eyes and quietly moaned. When I ran my thumb close to his lips he growled and nipped at my thumb. I jumped and we laughed.

“You like my beard, Bobby?”

“Yeah. It’s sexy.”

“Oh yeah? Wait until I take my shirt off,” he said with a chuckle. “But you first.”

He pushed back and pulled my shirt up and over my head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Oh, that’s fuckin’ nice,” he whispered as he ran his hand up and down my chest and stomach. He lightly played with my nipples and my body shuddered as they stiffened into tiny peaks.

I reached my hands up to the bottom of his shirt and he grabbed and pulled it off and tossed it onto the floor. His body was covered from his collarbones to his waist in dark hair. It was thickest in the middle of his chest. His body was soft. He had pronounced pecs and his stomach was rounded. He had big arms that looked very strong. He had a large cross tattoo on his right upper arm. He was the sexiest man I had ever seen. And not only was I getting to see his body, but I was getting to touch him.

My breathing quickened and I reached up and ran my hands over his stomach and chest.

“You like my body?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s awesome.”

“Something told me you were into bears.”

I looked at him questioningly.

“Big hairy guys,” he said. “Like me.”

I nodded at him. “Oh. Yeah.”

He moved down on top of me and wrapped his beefy arms around me. He kissed me hard güvenilir casino and passionately, pushing his tongue into my mouth. My arms moved around his body and I rubbed his back as we French kissed. When his mouth moved along my jaw and then licked down the side of my neck, my body shuddered and shivers went up and down my spine.

As I moaned, he chuckled. “I think I found your spot,” he said.

His mouth bit around the base of my neck and he sucked the skin into his mouth. I moaned and gripped his shoulders.

“Oh… Bo…”

Bo kissed the crook of my neck and moved down and kissed the middle of my chest. He licked his way to my nipple and sucked it into his mouth. As he sucked it, his tongue flicked over the sensitive skin and I about leapt out of his bed.

“Oh god, oh god…”

Bo groaned and moved further down. He kissed my flat stomach and his hands moved to my pants. He unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans. I rested my hands on his shoulders and clamped my eyes shut. I lifted my butt up to help him pull my jeans off, leaving me only wearing my briefs.

He got off the bed and I opened my eyes and looked at him. He stared down at my body and squeezed the large bulge in his jeans.

“Just a second,” he said.

He walked to the door and pulled off a rubber band that was dangling on the doorknob. He opened the door and put the rubber band on the outside doorknob, then shut and locked the door. He walked to the bed and undid his jeans and pushed them to the floor. His plaid boxer shorts were tented down to the left.

I moved closer to the wall to give him room and he climbed into the bed and we laid on our sides facing each other, kissing and touching. His hands ran down to my underwear and my body jerked as he ran his hand over my dick. He rubbed it and squeezed it and I moaned into his mouth.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he joked.

I blushed and we both laughed. I gulped and then took a deep breath and slid my briefs off. He grabbed them and dropped them onto the floor behind him. He slid his boxers off and threw them over his back onto the floor.

We stared down at each other and I discovered that Bo was big everywhere. His dick was hard and laying against his stomach, jutting out from a forest of curly black fur. He was over 7 inches long and thick. His foreskin was retracted behind the head, which was red and sticky. He had large, low hanging balls.

My dick was much smaller, nearly 5 inches, and thinner than his. My balls were drawn up close to my body and my pubes where thin and wispy.

“That’s nice, little buddy,” he whispered.

“Yours is too.”

He reached down and took it into his hand. I did the same with his and we slowly stroked each other as we French kissed. He pushed me onto my back and kissed his way down my chest and stomach. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back in the pillow.

When I felt his warm wet mouth enclose my dick, I groaned loudly. It was the most wonderful thing I ever felt in my life. Until he started moving his head up and down and gently sucking. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Bo,” I quietly warned. “I’m gonna shoot.”

Bo backed off and laid on his side next to me. His mouth enclosed my left nipple and he stroked my slick cock nice and slow with his left hand. My breathing quickened rapidly and my stomach tightened and my back arched. I was about to have my first orgasm at the hands of another man. I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly and I exploded. My body jerked and shuddered as I squirt load after load of come onto my torso.

“Fuck. That little thing can shoot,” Bo said with a chuckle.

I panted and giggled, drunken with pleasure.

“You got me,” he said. He wiped his cheek with his finger and sucked it into his mouth. He reached down and grabbed his boxer shorts. He wiped the rest with his boxers and then cleaned up my body. He tossed the sticky shorts onto the floor and laid back flat on his bed.

“My turn,” he said with a chuckle.

I rolled onto my side and kissed him. I ran my hands down his chest and belly and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He was incredibly thick and incredibly hard. He felt like hot steel in my hands, but the skin was soft and it slid up and down so easily.

He moved his hand to the back of my head and gave it a gently nudge. “Get a little closer.”

I moved down so that my head was on his belly. As I stroked him with my right hand, I stared at his cock, memorizing every inch of it. Another nudge of my head brought me closer. He was so close to my mouth. The smell was strong… sweaty and musky and unlike anything I ever smelled before. Blood surged down to my groin and I stiffened again.

As I stroked it with my right hand, I reached my tongue out and lapped at the sticky fluid around the head. Salty. Tasty. Delicious. Bo moaned loudly and it encouraged me to continue. I took the head into my mouth and wrapped my lips around the ridge. I pushed my mouth down.

“AH!” he hissed. “Cover your teeth.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re doing great.”

I took him back into my mouth and started moving my head up and down like he had done to me.

“Suck a little harder,” he whispered. “Use your hand with your mouth.”

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Chapter 02

Realisation

Molly peeled her eyes open and looked across to her alarm clock. Its familiar red glow was missing. She then felt the warmth and pressure of a hand on her left breast. An unfamiliar hand. A soft hand. A woman’s hand! She’d done it! She’d gone to Bob’s and spent the night in bed with her!

Molly tried to remember what had happened but between a rapidly diminishing tiredness and the remains of two bottles of wine she was struggling. She remembered getting there, she remembered the drinking — quite a lot of drinking… Bob’s boobs flashing at her… She remembered music. The tour… ending in Bob’s room — this room! Molly looked up at the headboard and saw the handcuffs. An image zipped through her mind; she was in those handcuffs — and Bob’s face was in her cleavage. She really had done this!

The rest of the night came back a piece at a time, and as it did, Molly became more and more aroused. She could feel her nipples start to tighten under Bob’s fingers, her pussy starting to moisten. There were two options as far as she could see — DIY or wake Bob. Molly knew herself well, but Bob seemed to know things that she liked before she even knew she liked them!

The decision was made — Molly rolled over to face Bob, keeping within the warm embrace of her arms. She lay there a moment, taking in the details of Bob’s face, the woman who had shown her so much, allowed her to experience, to change so much and, of course, enjoy so much. Last night’s sex was the best she’d ever had — not just when Bob had been fingering her pussy, but when she had been fucking her with the strap-on… Molly had only just remembered that part!

She’d been face first in the bed as Bob frantically pounded in and out of her pussy. If Molly thought she was turned on before, she was on fire now! She tentatively lifted her hand to Bob’s breast and started to caress it, rubbing her thumb in small circles around the nipple as her palm and fingers cupped and kneaded the firm, fleshy orb.

Bob’s eyelids fluttered, but no more than that — she was still out for the count. Molly kissed her forehead, then her lips before snaking her way down the bed so she could suck on Bob’s breasts. Last night when she had tried this, she was pushed away, so she hadn’t been given a real chance to see what she could do. Determined to succeed this time, Molly used the tip of her tongue to flick Bob’s nipple, pushing the nub in all directions, coating it in saliva.

Molly flattened her tongue now and swept it across Bob’s breast, bringing a gentle moan from her lover. She experimented with different directions, up, down, left and right, completely covering Bob’s breast, not wanting any inch of it to be neglected. After worshipping in this way for a few minutes, Molly placed her lips over Bob’s nipple and gently, very gently, sucked it into her mouth.

Her reward was a louder, longer groan than before and Bob’s arms wrapping around her head, holding her close, making her loved. Molly sucked a little harder, her tongue flickering across Bob’s nipple while she sucked. Bob moaned and Molly knew she had to do this again.

Bob was now starting to twitch her legs, rubbing her thighs together. Molly stopped and reluctantly released Bob’s nipple, so she could help her friend in other ways. She disentangled herself from Bob’s grip and rolled her onto her back. Bob’s legs were still dancing to their own silent music as Molly ran her hand down Bob’s stomach, over her pubis and finally to her pussy. There was no more dancing.

Molly rubbed her fingers across Bob’s clit, light touches, but enough to make Bob’s entire body twitch. She let her hand continue to drift south as her head moved to join it. The smell of arousal hit her full force and she was taken back but a few hours ago, and barely into her new life. The image of Bob sitting on her face, the memory of her own tongue making contact with another woman’s pussy… Molly was struggling to control her own urges, but wanted to relieve Bob’s first.

She curled two of her fingers into Bob’s pussy and brought her mouth over her clit. Another reaction; a big twitch and a loud groan. Molly’s tongue dug into Bob’s hot, wet folds and searched for, and found her clit. Wasting no time, she buried her face in Bob’s pussy and started to lick and suck, as her fingers became a blur, sliding in and out of her new obsession.

Suddenly there was a hand at the back of her head, encouraging and then commanding her to work harder, faster, to make the orgasm that was building erupt. With a new sense of determined urgency, Molly sucked Bob’s clit into her mouth and pummelled it with her tongue. Her casino siteleri fingers — three of them now — pistoned in and out of Bob’s pussy and she could see that Bob was arching her back and curling her toes — this was going to be a big one!

A silent scream tore from Bob’s throat before finding voice. When Bob realised how loud she was she buried her face in the pillow until she could better control it. Long seconds later, Molly felt Bob’s body go limp, and felt the hand that, moments earlier had been pushing her face into Bob’s pussy, pulling her away from it.

“How long have you been awake?” Molly asked.

“Since that delightful little tongue started to flick across my tit.”

“Then why didn’t you let me know?”

Bob winked, ” I think you wanted to take advantage of me, and I wanted to see how you’d do it!”

Molly smiled and kissed her lover on the lips, Bob tasted her own juices and kissed back. She turned to look at the clock; 05:53. “I can see that you’re in no mood for sleep, what say we go have a hot shower together and then come back to bed?”

“I’d say that’s a plan — can we take this?” Molly was pointing at the strap-on that had given her so much pleasure the previous night.

“For who?”

“Both of us — I want to ‘be the man’ and see what it feels like, and you can enjoy it. I hope…”

“What happened to the ‘girls don’t turn me on?” You’re a raving lezbo!”

“I had a good teacher!” With that she grabbed the dildo, and headed for the bathroom.

When Molly entered the bathroom Bob was just stepping under the steamy water. Molly stood watching as the artificial rain bounced off the smooth skin, rivulets racing each other down Bob’s neck, into her cleavage, down her stomach and beyond. Bob noticed she had an audience and starting the rub her right hand between her thighs, her left squeezing a breast. She licked her lips slowly and asked Molly if she was going to join her, or just watch.

Molly stepped into the shower and Bob pulled her in close, twisting to push her up against the wall. Molly liked being dominated, but she wanted to be the man this time — Bob could do whatever she wanted to her later, but she was calling the shots now. She pushed forward until Bob’s back was against the glass wall of the cubicle and whispered, “You’re my bitch this time.” Bob acquiesced and as a sign of the feminine role she was taking, wrapped her leg around Molly’s thigh and let herself be kissed and fondled.

Molly took a handful of Bob’s short hair and used it to guide her face down towards her breasts. An instant later she was gasping for breath as all the pent up sexual energy that had building since she woke up was given an outlet. Bob’s mouth felt divine as it roughly nipped, licked and sucked Molly’s nipples, alternating from one to the other.

This was good; this was very good, but not enough to let Molly reach the heights she was chasing. Another handful of hair later and Bob was on her knees, Molly’s thigh resting on her shoulder. She continued the nips and nibbles up the inside of Molly’s thigh until she reached her pussy. This was to be the first time that Molly had received oral sex from a woman, and if it was anything like the rest of her new experiences, it was going to be mind blowing!

Bob was teasing now; taking her mouth within millimetres of Molly’s pussy, then away down her thigh, or breathing heavily, her lips brushing Molly’s neatly trimmed hair and them moving away again. Enough was enough! Molly waited until Bob’s lips brushed her again and with the combination of leg and hands, pulled her face into her pussy.

Electric! Molly struggled to keep her feet as she felt the warm pressure of Bob’s tongue touch her. She felt the insistent kissing on her lower lips and the tongue delving between them, gently probing inside her — and the best part, there was no stubble burn! From now on, it was women only down there!

Molly loosened her grip on Bob’s head to allow her a bit more room to work, and was rewarded by the same warm tenderness on her clitoris. She buried her face in her shoulder to muffle the moans as she orgasmed for the first time of the day. She wasn’t done with Bob on her knees, in fact she enjoyed the sight, so knew there would be plenty more where that came from.

Bob started to suck on Molly’s clit and smiled to herself as her friend twitched and shuddered almost non-stop. She left Molly’s clit and licked her lips until she was once again burying her tongue in her pussy, lapping up a mixture of the water from the shower and the juices from Molly’s cunt. The twitches returned and were growing in intensity until Molly let go again, slot oyna her head and shoulders against the tiled wall, and her groans forcing themselves from the pit of her being.

Molly let her leg slip from Bob’s shoulder and struggled for breath. This was intense, but in the best possible way. Bob remained on her knees, taking the submissive role very seriously. Only when Molly was able to breathe normally, and begin to recover herself did she realise that Bob had been waiting on her knees for instruction.

“Stand.” Molly panted, trying to regain her dominance, but struggling to find the strength. “Kiss me.” Bob wrapped her arms around Molly’s neck, running her hands through her hair, combing the knots loose, and massaging her scalp at the same time. Molly closed her eyes and took Bob into her arms as her teeth found Bob’s lip and nibbled gently. Molly’s hands ran down to Bob’s arse and gripped it firmly.

She moved her mouth to Bob’s ear and whispered, “That was excellent!”

“Thank you Mistress.” Bob smiled to herself. Though the previous night hadn’t gone as planned she was still very pleased with the events that had unfolded — and this morning’s follow up. “Would you like me to wash you now, Mistress?” Molly nodded.

Bob reached for the shower gel and methodically washed Molly from head to toe, sensually massaging her shoulders and her feet, but not lingering too long on her breasts or pussy — Molly needed some time to recover, after all. She then took the showerhead from its bracket and rinsed all the soapy bubbles from her skin.

Molly was starting to feel dizzy from the heat and the steam — not to mention the expenditure of energy and suggested they get out. Bob stepped out first and took a fluffy purple towel from the heated rack and Molly stepped into it. Bob hugged her in the towel, soaking up the excess moisture before wrapping her hair into another one. Once Molly’s hair was secure, Bob started to gently pat the remaining water from her, before handing her a dressing gown from the back of the door. Bob quickly dried herself and then led Molly to the living room and sat her down before disappearing to the bedroom.

Molly could hear Bob moving about, but was still recovering from her experiences in the shower. She could feel her eyelids drooping, but was able to register activity, now in the kitchen. “Mistress?” She opened her eyes to see a glass of fresh juice in front of her, and holding that glass was Bob, now wearing a very short French Maid’s outfit, complimented by black stockings and suspenders and stiletto heels.

Molly took the glass, and the role of dominant mistress in the same instant, “Thank you girl. I believe I left something in the bathroom — get it for me.” Bob curtsied and went to the bathroom, returning with the strap on in her hand. Molly stood, “help me out of this robe, and into that will you?” Bob took the shoulders of the dressing gown as Molly shrugged out of it then bent, her back to the mirror, to help Molly into the harness. Molly pulled the towel from her head and flicked her hair loose, the damp tresses curling slightly.

Molly looked in the mirror, transfixed by the seams that ran up the back of her ‘maid’s’ legs, the thick black band of the stocking top contrasted against Bob’s tanned thighs. Her eyes then followed the suspender straps as they disappeared under the gentle frill of the skirt and it’s petticoat. Meanwhile, Bob had fastened the harness between Molly’s thighs and around her hips, making sure everything was tightened to give a more realistic fuck for both parties.

Bob was about to stand up when she felt Molly’s hands on her shoulders. She lowered herself again and held the pose as Molly’s hands ran down her back and onto her arse. Her skirt was lifted and Molly’s eyes were glued to the reflection of her own hands running across a very firm and very well presented, but naked arse. She lifted one hand, and slapped it back down. Bob purred and thanked her, asking for another. Molly obliged and spanked the other cheek.

As her handprints were establishing themselves on Bob’s buttocks she noticed the reflection of her ‘penis’ for the first time. She grinned as she imagined those men she’d been with who’d wielded theirs like it was a symbol of might and fertility — some seeming to expect her to swoon at the very sight of it. Molly had no such delusions, besides hers was considerably bigger than most she had been presented with!

Molly took her cock in her left hand and pushed it in front of Bob who opened her mouth and started to suck on the tip of it, her hand running up and down its length. “I want to see you finger your pussy– I know you’re enjoying canlı casino siteleri this, I can see how wet you are!” Bob didn’t need telling twice and began to rub her clit; slow circles with her fingers to begin with — she knew Molly was enjoying the reflected show, and wanted her to play both sides of the power dynamic, to find out which she preferred. Bob was a switch; she could be submissive or dominant. Even though she was usually in charge, from time to time she like so acquiesce to the whims of another. Now was one of those times.

Molly watched as Bob’s fingers disappeared and reappeared, glistening with arousal. Molly’s nipples were painfully erect under her fingers, the show in front of her and the situation she found herself in close to overwhelming. She looked down to see Bob’s tongue circling the head of the dildo, her hand stroking vigorously up and down its shaft. As much as she was enjoying watching Bob at work, she was eager to fuck her.

Using just her fingertips, Molly lifted Bob’s chin until she was standing upright. “Turn around, one hand either side of the mirror.” Bob turned, thrusting her arse back towards her mistress, making eye contact with her reflection. Molly broke eye contact only to guide her phallus into Bob’s pussy; once the head had penetrated she went back to staring into her lover’s eyes.

Molly pushed forwards until she could feel Bob’s buttocks against her thighs, and until she could hear the long low moan escaping Bob’s lips. She wrapped her arms around Bob’s waist and held her tightly, feeling aroused by what connected their bodies and the look on her lover’s face.

It was time to man up. Molly loosened her grip and put her hands on Bob’s hips before slowly drawing her own back. She watched as the dildo slowly emerged, glistening with juices, and stopped just before it completely left Bob’s pussy. With a grin on her face Molly once again looked into Bob’s reflected eyes and thrust her hips forward, burying her toy deep inside. Bob let out a gasp — she’d not expected Molly to move so fast, and had expected a few tentative, shallow strokes to begin with. It was clear from this, coupled with how soon she’d started eating pussy the previous night that Molly was going to develop quickly!

Molly continued to withdraw almost entirely before burying herself to the hilt in Bob’s pussy, gripping tighter on her maid’s hips, gritting her teeth with determination as she tried to go harder and faster, until finally her energy started to fade. She slumped onto Bob’s back panting from her exertions.

A short while later she pulled free of Bob, but hearing the disappointed groan knew that Bob wasn’t done yet. Even though she was in charge, Molly wanted to make her lover come again. She sat back on the couch and beckoned with one finger before pointing to the floor in front or her. Bob knelt and without further instruction took the dildo in her mouth, licking and sucking her juices from it. Molly ran her fingers through Bob’s hair, watching as her tongue flickered up and down the shaft. She couldn’t help but wonder how many guys she’d done that to and felt a pang of jealousy.

Molly’s fingers twisted in Bob’s hair and pulled her to her feet. “Climb on and fuck me!” Molly let go of Bob’s hair as she watched her straddle the protrusion in her lap. She slid slowly down until she was filled and looked Molly in the eyes, unreflected. A hand a the back of her neck pulled her head forwards and as her lips met Molly’s she started to rock her hips, grinding the artificial erection within her.

As their tongues tangled and entwined, Bob’s movements sped up until she could feel her orgasm building again — not even breakfast time, and she’d come twice! What a weekend! Once again she felt the shivers running through her body as the pleasure built to a critical point. She let out a guttural roar as she pulled Molly’s face into her cleavage, almost stopping her breath.

As Molly felt Bob relaxing she was able to gain her breath more easily, and gasped in lungfuls of cool air. “Wow.” Molly was chuffed to have elicited such a response from someone who had much more experience than her, and a smile spread across her face. “That was amazing!” Bob panted as she rolled off Molly’s lap and collapsed.

“You look amazing!” replied Molly, “You need to show me what else you have in your wardrobe!”

Bob winked, “Later. Now, I just need to get back to bed for a few hours so I can make the most of the rest of the day with you. You coming?”

“Not yet,” replied Molly “but I’m sure you have something in mind for later!”

Bob took Molly’s hand and led her to the bedroom. She helped Molly out of the harness, and then stripped off herself. By the time she climbed into bed, Molly’s chest was rising and falling slowly — fast asleep. Bob curled in behind her again and gave her a gentle squeeze before drifting off herself.

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“Should we leave the windows open tonight?” Nikki asked me. “I love the fresh air.”

“Yea, let’s do that. It shouldn’t get too cold tonight.” I replied.

“Oh, don’t worry. If you get cold, I’ll warm you up.” Nikki replied with a sly grin on her face.

“And I love the ways you do that.” I replied as I pulled my wife into a big hug and kissed her passionately.

We lived in the foothills of the Rockies where we had a fabulous view of the mountains from our living room, and a view of the valley below from the master bedroom of our second floor apartment. The seasonal changes from spring to summer had brought warmer days, and nights that were crisp but not cold. We could finally open the windows and let the gentle breezes remove the stale air which had been kept inside all winter. We also left all the inside doors open to the rooms, so the air could flow through the apartment. We didn’t consider it a problem leaving our bedroom door open at night since it was only the two of us living there.

Nikki and I were married two years ago, right after we graduated from college. She had a degree in nursing and now worked at the local hospital. I had a degree in computer science, focused on security issues. Using my computer skills I lived the saying: ‘It takes a hacker to stop a hacker.’ I was employed by a cyber security firm and worked remotely. My home office was in our guest bedroom. This setup wasn’t usually a problem as we seldom had overnight guests staying with us.

“We should get outside this weekend.” Nikki said as she turned down the bed and stripped out of what clothes she wore. Our usual attire at home, when it was just the two of us, was simply a t-shirt and underwear; cotton boxers for me and low-rise hipster panties for Nikki. We always slept in the nude.

Stripping off my clothes, I turned off the bedroom light, and joined Nikki in bed. The large open window had a great view at night of the lights of the city in the valley to the east. Our apartment was situated on a hillside in a way that no one could see in our bedroom window. We could enjoy the view, without risking that anyone could see us. A nearly full moon was just beginning to rise above the horizon.

“Outside?” I responded to my wife. “Should we go hiking Saturday or do you prefer camping overnight?”

“The moon should be full this weekend. You know I love to go camping with a full moon.” Nikki replied in a sultry voice as she snuggled next to me.

Our sex life was very good, but there was something about camping outside in nature, under a full moon, that really lit a sexual fire in Nikki. On such camping trips, we often had wild sex three or four times each night.

“Camping it is!” I said enthusiastically.

We were laying on our sides, hugging each other as we spoke and kissed. The thought of camping, and the accompanying sex I anticipated, had my cock growing and throbbing.

“I can feel your eagerness.” Nikki said as she felt my cock pressed against her stomach. She rolled on top of me.

“I am. Ready for a late night snack?” I whispered in her ear.

The phrase ‘late night snack’ was our euphemism for ’69’ oral sex, our usual form of sexual foreplay. I loved eating her pussy and I loved the way she sucked my cock. We always perform oral on each other until she had at least one, if not two, orgasms. Then I knew she was ready for actual intercourse.

I should mention that most of our sexual activities were done with her on top in the dominant position. ’69’ was done with her on top. Intercourse was almost always her on top, cowgirl style. There were two reasons for this. First, Nikki was quite petite, only 5’2″ and barely 105 pounds. She had a tiny frame; a 33 B-cup chest, 24 inch waist, and 34 inch hips. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and tremendous smile made an excitingly attractive package. The second reason was that she was sexually aggressive and often took the lead in all things sexual. This was somewhat different from her public personality which was very pragmatic and cautious while always remaining very friendly. She may have been quiet in public, but she was a firecracker in the bedroom, or wherever we were having sex.

And I am also on the small size. I am only 5’7″ and 140 pounds of lean muscle. I worked out daily to maintain low body fat. Nikki and I were both very athletic, which made for some incredible sex.

Without verbally answering my question, Nikki had rotated on top of me into a ’69’ position. She began licking and sucking my cock while caressing my shaved balls with one hand. She had lowered her silky smooth pussy down upon my face, my tongue easily slid into her, between her wet lower lips. The more I licked her pussy, the more she sucked my cock.

We went at it orally for perhaps half an hour. She had four orgasms. Her fluids flooded my mouth and covered my face. I had come very near orgasm more than once. But Nikki could tell when I was close and simple backed off while squeezing the base of my cock to lessen my casino oyna arousal. She knew how to prolong our sexual enjoyment.

Nikki rose off of me, rotated to face me. She was kneeling over me with my waist between her knees. When she lower herself down on my cock, it was rock hard and ready to burst. I loved the feeling of her hot wet pussy snugly wrapped around my aching cock.

“Damn!” I exclaimed. “It feels so fucking good.”

“Did you expect something less?” she asked in a sarcastic voice.

She then started to ride me, using long slow strokes which became faster and faster. She knew what felt best for her, and felt really great for me as well.

It only took a few minutes of her quickly riding me to trigger our mutual orgasms. We screamed in unison. I exploded inside her and jetted stream after stream of my hot sticky cum deep within her. She continued to scream in pleasure as a massive orgasm ripped through her body, causing her body to shake while her pussy tightly clenched my cock.

After a few minutes of experiencing a powerful orgasm, Nikki collapsed on top of me. I could feel our combined fluids leaking out of her pussy and down upon my thighs. Our bed would be wet tonight.

We kissed lovingly for a short while. Then I was deep asleep.

– – – – –

The next day, Friday, after Nikki got home from work at the hospital, we had a light dinner, we got comfortable (t-shirts and underwear), and we sat on the sofa watching movies and drinking beer. The work week was over and we looked forward to our over-night camping trip the next day.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on our front door and a female voice was screaming;

“Nikki! Nikki! Let me in! Please! Let me in!”

We immediately recognized Jenny’s voice, Nikki’s younger sister. I ran to the door, opened it, and Jenny rushed into the room and into Nikki’s arms. She was crying hysterically.

“What am I to do? Help me! Help me!” Jenny begged through her tears.

“What’s happened? Tell me.” Nikki tried to console her sister. Then with a stern voice she added; “What’s Brad done now?”

Nikki helped Jenny over to the sofa and told me to get a glass of water and some tissues.

Jenny was 18 months younger than Nikki, although they looked very similar. Both were petite with a slender stature. Both had shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. I could tell them apart by Nikki’s wavy hair while Jenny’s was more curly. Otherwise they could easily pass for identical twins.

The sisters had been very close to each other in high school, even though they were two grade levels apart. After high school, their paths in life had been somewhat different. Nikki went straight through college, got her bachelor’s degree, got married, and went to work as a nurse. Jenny, on the other hand, had been in and out of college. Now she was back in college, also studying nursing, but was four years behind Nikki. She had just finished her sophomore year. We didn’t see her very often, though the sister’s talked by phone at least once a week.

Brad had been Jenny’s boyfriend for about a year. Neither Nikki or I liked Brad, and Jenny was well aware of that. We thought Brad mistreated Jenny and disrespected her. But she loved him, and thought that he loved her. She had moved in with him at the beginning of the previous semester, something Nikki and I had argued against. Jenny did it anyway, causing some friction between the otherwise close sisters. If Jenny was in physical or emotional pain, Nikki and I both knew that Brad was likely the reason.

I returned to the living room and set the water and tissues on the table in front of Nikki, who was still holding her sister. I sat in a side chair and listened. Nikki got Jenny to stop crying and she begin to explain what had happened.

“He threw me out! That bastard! He threw me out!” Jenny said in an angry voice while still fighting back her tears.

“Really? What happened?” Nikki asked.

“He found a new girlfriend with bigger boobs! That bastard! He wanted bigger tits. Why do guys always want girls with big tits?” Jenny asked in a way to challenge all men. I stayed quiet and inconspicuous. Nikki came to the rescue of mankind, or at least some decent men.

“Not all men are bastards. Yes, some, like Brad, are no good. But most men are more interested in your heart and mind and not how big your tits are. Mike is an excellent example.” Nikki told her sister, trying to console her, while waving a hand at me.

“He just threw me out! What am I to do? What can I do?” Jenny pleaded with us.

“You can stay here with us.” I offered some support.

Nikki looked at me and smiled. I could tell that she was pleased that I offered to help her sister.

“Yes, you can stay here with us for now.” Nikki continued. “Later we will help you get settled in your own place before school resumes in the fall. For now, the sooner you forget Brad, the better.”

“You can stay in our guest room.” I added. “We’ll slot oyna figure out what to do with my computer workstation before Monday.”

Nikki glared at me. I supposed this was not the best time to be discussing my stuff. We needed to be focused on Jenny’s needs.

Jenny had become quiet. She was tired, her energy spent by all the emotions of the day. She continued to sob quietly. Nikki continued to console her. A few minutes later, Nikki was helping Jenny to the guest bedroom. I put on some jeans and shoes and brought in some of Jenny’s stuff from her car, primarily two suitcases that contained most of her clothes. By the time I got back to into our apartment, Jenny was asleep in bed.

“She’s exhausted. Let her sleep.” Nikki told me as she guided me back towards our bedroom.

The emotions of the evening’s events had taken a toll on all of us. There would be no sex tonight for Nikki and me.

“We’ll deal with this tomorrow.” Nikki said. “Let’s all get some sleep tonight.”

We cuddled in each other’s arms and fell asleep.

– – – – –

Saturday morning I awoke with Nikki giving me tender kisses while her hand was stroking my cock.

“I suppose that we’re not going camping, so I thought a morning quickie would be next best.” She seductively whispered in my ear.

I noticed our bedroom door was still open to allow the air to circulate.

“What about Jenny? Won’t she hear us?” I asked. “Should I close the door?”

“I just checked on her and she is still fast asleep.” Nikki replied as she stroked my cock a bit faster. It felt so good that I wasn’t going to argue any more.

“Breakfast in bed?” Nikki added. This was our morning equivalent to ‘late night snack’.

Nikki didn’t wait for my response, and didn’t need to. I’ve never turned down such an offer from her. She swung her leg over my head and pressed her pussy onto my mouth just as the soft sweet lips of her mouth engulfed my cock. My morning woody was especially hard and ached so good as she pleasured me. It didn’t take many licks of her pussy before her own moisture began seeping out. I was loving the intense flavor of her pussy. Morning pussy always seemed to have a more robust flavor, and I was licking and sucking her with great enthusiasm. We energetically gave oral to each other for several minutes. Almost immediately after having her first orgasm, Nikki swung around into cowgirl position and slowly lowered herself onto my hard shaft. I was always amazed how incredibly good it felt each time her pussy engulfed my cock.

Instead of her usual fanatical fucking in an upright kneeling position, she laid down on my chest and we kissed lovingly while she slowly fucked me by rotating her hips. It was a tender, loving, sensual experience. While we both loved a physical, fast fuck, we also enjoyed slowly making love to each other. This was one of those times. My heart filled with love for her. And my arousal was climbing towards a powerful orgasm. I hoped that we would climax together.

When my orgasm hit, she muffled my screams of pleasure by covering my mouth with her mouth and shoving her tongue practically down my throat. She was also in the throes of a powerful orgasm, as her pussy clenched tightly around my cock. I could feel her body tremble as I held her tight in my arms.

After cuddling and kissing for several more minutes, Nikki rolled off and laid next to me. I thought I detected something, or someone, move in our doorway.

“Did you see that” I asked Nikki quietly. “Was that Jenny?”

“Yea, it was. She started watching us just after we began breakfast.” Nikki replied. “Does that bother you?”

I was shocked by Nikki’s comment. She was so calm about her sister watching us have sex.

“I don’t know what to say.” I started. “I didn’t expect to have someone watch us making love. And especially not your sister after what she just went through. Weren’t you shocked?

Nikki gave me a quick kiss followed by a smirk, as if to say ‘Silly boy…’.

“I’m not shocked by Jenny watching anything we do.” Nikki began. “I once watched her having sex.”

“That was years ago when she was a high school senior and I was in college. During Christmas break I was home for the holidays, we shared a bedroom. One night I had gone out on a date, that went badly, and I came home much earlier than anyone expected. I told mom and dad I was going to bed. When I entered our bedroom, I found Jenny having sex with her boyfriend whom she had snuck into the bedroom through the window. I couldn’t leave the room without raising questions with mom and dad, so I had to stay. Jenny and Jack fucked for another thirty minutes while I sat on my bed just a few feet away. It was erotic and funny that they were so young, horny, and energetic while at the same time trying to keep quiet. Jack left out the bedroom window about two minutes before mom poked her head inside our room to wish us a good night. Jenny and I nearly died laughing.”

I laid there just stunned.

Nikki canlı casino siteleri got out of bed and pulled on her panties and a t-shirt.

“I’m going to make some breakfast.” she announced as she left the room.

Deciding I needed to wear something other than just my boxers, which had an open fly, I put on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt and joined Nikki in the kitchen.

I suspected that it was the aroma of bacon being cooked that brought Jenny out of her room. She was dressed in a skimpy pair of bikini panties and a cropped t-shirt that barely covered her small breasts. These exposed a lot of flesh between the high cropped shirt and the low waist panties. She was running her fingers through her curly golden hair as if her fingers were a comb. I noticed how similar Nikki and Jenny looked, even in their choice of attire – t-shirt and panties. I also noticed that Nikki didn’t object to her sister’s skimpy attire.

“How did you sleep?” Nikki asked Jenny as she continued cooking the bacon.

“Initially I slept soundly, I was so exhausted mentally and emotionally.” Jenny said. “Then I started having dreams, or maybe they were nightmares, about events between Brad and me. I remembered all the times you told me that Brad was no good for me. By early morning I was lying in bed thinking about all this and wondering why I stayed with him at all.”

As I listened to Jenny, I grew concerned that she would break down in tears at any moment. But her voice never quivered.

Jenny continued. “The good news is that I am so glad to have a sister and brother-in-law that love me. I realize that you were both right all along about what a scumbag Brad is. I should be glad he showed his true colors and kicked me out, as much as that hurt.”

“The good news?” Nikki repeated. “Is there also bad news?” I had been afraid to ask this question.

“Will any guy love me and my small tits?” Jenny asked, almost pleading. “I think all guys want a girl with big tits.”

Nikki quickly responded. “My tits are the same size as yours, and Mike loves me more than anything, or anyone.” She was trying to lift her sister’s spirits.

Jenny turned to me. “Mike, do you have a brother that will love me?”

“No. You know I don’t have a brother.” I responded, as I was an only child. “But I’ll love you.”

The moment I said that I wished I hadn’t, as those words could be misconstrued to have another meaning. I remembered that Jenny had just an hour earlier watched as Nikki and I made love in bed. There was an awkward moment of silence.

Suddenly Jenny perked up with a big smile. “So sister, you are willing to share Mike with me?” she asked with a playful voice.

I was fearful where this conversation was going. Or maybe I was hopeful where it might lead. Loving Nikki was so very special. Maybe loving Nikki and Jenny would be twice as good. But I knew enough to keep my mouth shut for the time being.

Nikki turned towards Jenny and me, held her finger to the side of her head and looked upward, as if contemplating the question seriously.

“I think Mike and I should discuss that in private.” she quipped. Then she quickly laughed and turned back to the bacon in the frying pan.

“Maybe next time I need to sweeten the deal.” Jenny remarked almost carefree. She turned and opened the refrigerator to take out some fruit from a lower shelf. She bent over, exposing her cute little ass. As her panties were so skimpy, she was showing mostly flesh. She playfully wiggled her ass at me. It was obvious that Nikki also witnessed that display.

I was unsure what games the sisters were playing. Or how I fit into the plans that either of them hoped to make. The situation was becoming awkward and uncomfortable for me. I was glad the conversation quickly changed subjects.

“Mike and I were going camping today, but I think we’ll do that another weekend.” Nikki told Jenny. “We could go hiking this afternoon. Care to join us?”

“I would love to. Brad was never really interested in any outdoor activities. And you know I love to get outdoors.” Jenny responded.

The rest of breakfast was less eventful. While we ate, we talked about our shared love for the outdoors and the welcomed change in the weather. Afterward we made sack lunches for our hiking outing and then left for one of our favorite parks. Four hours hiking outdoors did wonders physically and mentally for all of us.

– – – – –

Later that night we were back in our apartment, watching movies on the television. The sisters were again dressed only in t-shirts and panties. I again wore my running shorts and a t-shirt. We were all comfortable on the sofa, sitting next to each other with our legs stretched out onto the ottoman. Initially Nikki was between Jenny and myself. Later I was in the middle, with both girls cuddled against me. It felt comfortable but I was still wondering where all this might lead.

After midnight, we decided to call it a night.

“Goodnight, Jenny. I hope you sleep well tonight.” I said as we were about to head to separate bedrooms.

“Goodnight Mike. Thanks for all your love and support. It means a lot to me.” Jenny said and then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

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“Should we leave the windows open tonight?” Nikki asked me. “I love the fresh air.”

“Yea, let’s do that. It shouldn’t get too cold tonight.” I replied.

“Oh, don’t worry. If you get cold, I’ll warm you up.” Nikki replied with a sly grin on her face.

“And I love the ways you do that.” I replied as I pulled my wife into a big hug and kissed her passionately.

We lived in the foothills of the Rockies where we had a fabulous view of the mountains from our living room, and a view of the valley below from the master bedroom of our second floor apartment. The seasonal changes from spring to summer had brought warmer days, and nights that were crisp but not cold. We could finally open the windows and let the gentle breezes remove the stale air which had been kept inside all winter. We also left all the inside doors open to the rooms, so the air could flow through the apartment. We didn’t consider it a problem leaving our bedroom door open at night since it was only the two of us living there.

Nikki and I were married two years ago, right after we graduated from college. She had a degree in nursing and now worked at the local hospital. I had a degree in computer science, focused on security issues. Using my computer skills I lived the saying: ‘It takes a hacker to stop a hacker.’ I was employed by a cyber security firm and worked remotely. My home office was in our guest bedroom. This setup wasn’t usually a problem as we seldom had overnight guests staying with us.

“We should get outside this weekend.” Nikki said as she turned down the bed and stripped out of what clothes she wore. Our usual attire at home, when it was just the two of us, was simply a t-shirt and underwear; cotton boxers for me and low-rise hipster panties for Nikki. We always slept in the nude.

Stripping off my clothes, I turned off the bedroom light, and joined Nikki in bed. The large open window had a great view at night of the lights of the city in the valley to the east. Our apartment was situated on a hillside in a way that no one could see in our bedroom window. We could enjoy the view, without risking that anyone could see us. A nearly full moon was just beginning to rise above the horizon.

“Outside?” I responded to my wife. “Should we go hiking Saturday or do you prefer camping overnight?”

“The moon should be full this weekend. You know I love to go camping with a full moon.” Nikki replied in a sultry voice as she snuggled next to me.

Our sex life was very good, but there was something about camping outside in nature, under a full moon, that really lit a sexual fire in Nikki. On such camping trips, we often had wild sex three or four times each night.

“Camping it is!” I said enthusiastically.

We were laying on our sides, hugging each other as we spoke and kissed. The thought of camping, and the accompanying sex I anticipated, had my cock growing and throbbing.

“I can feel your eagerness.” Nikki said as she felt my cock pressed against her stomach. She rolled on top of me.

“I am. Ready for a late night snack?” I whispered in her ear.

The phrase ‘late night snack’ was our euphemism for ’69’ oral sex, our usual form of sexual foreplay. I loved eating her pussy and I loved the way she sucked my cock. We always perform oral on each other until she had at least one, if not two, orgasms. Then I knew she was ready for actual intercourse.

I should mention that most of our sexual activities were done with her on top in the dominant position. ’69’ was done with her on top. Intercourse was almost always her on top, cowgirl style. There were two reasons for this. First, Nikki was quite petite, only 5’2″ and barely 105 pounds. She had a tiny frame; a 33 B-cup chest, 24 inch waist, and 34 inch hips. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and tremendous smile made an excitingly attractive package. The second reason was that she was sexually aggressive and often took the lead in all things sexual. This was somewhat different from her public personality which was very pragmatic and cautious while always remaining very friendly. She may have been quiet in public, but she was a firecracker in the bedroom, or wherever we were having sex.

And I am also on the small size. I am only 5’7″ and 140 pounds of lean muscle. I worked out daily to maintain low body fat. Nikki and I were both very athletic, which made for some incredible sex.

Without verbally answering my question, Nikki had rotated on top of me into a ’69’ position. She began licking and sucking my cock while caressing my shaved balls with one hand. She had lowered her silky smooth pussy down upon my face, my tongue easily slid into her, between her wet lower lips. The more I licked her pussy, the more she sucked my cock.

We went at it orally for perhaps half an hour. She had four orgasms. Her fluids flooded my mouth and covered my face. I had come very near orgasm more than once. But Nikki could tell when I was close and simple backed off while squeezing the base of my cock to lessen my casino oyna arousal. She knew how to prolong our sexual enjoyment.

Nikki rose off of me, rotated to face me. She was kneeling over me with my waist between her knees. When she lower herself down on my cock, it was rock hard and ready to burst. I loved the feeling of her hot wet pussy snugly wrapped around my aching cock.

“Damn!” I exclaimed. “It feels so fucking good.”

“Did you expect something less?” she asked in a sarcastic voice.

She then started to ride me, using long slow strokes which became faster and faster. She knew what felt best for her, and felt really great for me as well.

It only took a few minutes of her quickly riding me to trigger our mutual orgasms. We screamed in unison. I exploded inside her and jetted stream after stream of my hot sticky cum deep within her. She continued to scream in pleasure as a massive orgasm ripped through her body, causing her body to shake while her pussy tightly clenched my cock.

After a few minutes of experiencing a powerful orgasm, Nikki collapsed on top of me. I could feel our combined fluids leaking out of her pussy and down upon my thighs. Our bed would be wet tonight.

We kissed lovingly for a short while. Then I was deep asleep.

– – – – –

The next day, Friday, after Nikki got home from work at the hospital, we had a light dinner, we got comfortable (t-shirts and underwear), and we sat on the sofa watching movies and drinking beer. The work week was over and we looked forward to our over-night camping trip the next day.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on our front door and a female voice was screaming;

“Nikki! Nikki! Let me in! Please! Let me in!”

We immediately recognized Jenny’s voice, Nikki’s younger sister. I ran to the door, opened it, and Jenny rushed into the room and into Nikki’s arms. She was crying hysterically.

“What am I to do? Help me! Help me!” Jenny begged through her tears.

“What’s happened? Tell me.” Nikki tried to console her sister. Then with a stern voice she added; “What’s Brad done now?”

Nikki helped Jenny over to the sofa and told me to get a glass of water and some tissues.

Jenny was 18 months younger than Nikki, although they looked very similar. Both were petite with a slender stature. Both had shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. I could tell them apart by Nikki’s wavy hair while Jenny’s was more curly. Otherwise they could easily pass for identical twins.

The sisters had been very close to each other in high school, even though they were two grade levels apart. After high school, their paths in life had been somewhat different. Nikki went straight through college, got her bachelor’s degree, got married, and went to work as a nurse. Jenny, on the other hand, had been in and out of college. Now she was back in college, also studying nursing, but was four years behind Nikki. She had just finished her sophomore year. We didn’t see her very often, though the sister’s talked by phone at least once a week.

Brad had been Jenny’s boyfriend for about a year. Neither Nikki or I liked Brad, and Jenny was well aware of that. We thought Brad mistreated Jenny and disrespected her. But she loved him, and thought that he loved her. She had moved in with him at the beginning of the previous semester, something Nikki and I had argued against. Jenny did it anyway, causing some friction between the otherwise close sisters. If Jenny was in physical or emotional pain, Nikki and I both knew that Brad was likely the reason.

I returned to the living room and set the water and tissues on the table in front of Nikki, who was still holding her sister. I sat in a side chair and listened. Nikki got Jenny to stop crying and she begin to explain what had happened.

“He threw me out! That bastard! He threw me out!” Jenny said in an angry voice while still fighting back her tears.

“Really? What happened?” Nikki asked.

“He found a new girlfriend with bigger boobs! That bastard! He wanted bigger tits. Why do guys always want girls with big tits?” Jenny asked in a way to challenge all men. I stayed quiet and inconspicuous. Nikki came to the rescue of mankind, or at least some decent men.

“Not all men are bastards. Yes, some, like Brad, are no good. But most men are more interested in your heart and mind and not how big your tits are. Mike is an excellent example.” Nikki told her sister, trying to console her, while waving a hand at me.

“He just threw me out! What am I to do? What can I do?” Jenny pleaded with us.

“You can stay here with us.” I offered some support.

Nikki looked at me and smiled. I could tell that she was pleased that I offered to help her sister.

“Yes, you can stay here with us for now.” Nikki continued. “Later we will help you get settled in your own place before school resumes in the fall. For now, the sooner you forget Brad, the better.”

“You can stay in our guest room.” I added. “We’ll slot oyna figure out what to do with my computer workstation before Monday.”

Nikki glared at me. I supposed this was not the best time to be discussing my stuff. We needed to be focused on Jenny’s needs.

Jenny had become quiet. She was tired, her energy spent by all the emotions of the day. She continued to sob quietly. Nikki continued to console her. A few minutes later, Nikki was helping Jenny to the guest bedroom. I put on some jeans and shoes and brought in some of Jenny’s stuff from her car, primarily two suitcases that contained most of her clothes. By the time I got back to into our apartment, Jenny was asleep in bed.

“She’s exhausted. Let her sleep.” Nikki told me as she guided me back towards our bedroom.

The emotions of the evening’s events had taken a toll on all of us. There would be no sex tonight for Nikki and me.

“We’ll deal with this tomorrow.” Nikki said. “Let’s all get some sleep tonight.”

We cuddled in each other’s arms and fell asleep.

– – – – –

Saturday morning I awoke with Nikki giving me tender kisses while her hand was stroking my cock.

“I suppose that we’re not going camping, so I thought a morning quickie would be next best.” She seductively whispered in my ear.

I noticed our bedroom door was still open to allow the air to circulate.

“What about Jenny? Won’t she hear us?” I asked. “Should I close the door?”

“I just checked on her and she is still fast asleep.” Nikki replied as she stroked my cock a bit faster. It felt so good that I wasn’t going to argue any more.

“Breakfast in bed?” Nikki added. This was our morning equivalent to ‘late night snack’.

Nikki didn’t wait for my response, and didn’t need to. I’ve never turned down such an offer from her. She swung her leg over my head and pressed her pussy onto my mouth just as the soft sweet lips of her mouth engulfed my cock. My morning woody was especially hard and ached so good as she pleasured me. It didn’t take many licks of her pussy before her own moisture began seeping out. I was loving the intense flavor of her pussy. Morning pussy always seemed to have a more robust flavor, and I was licking and sucking her with great enthusiasm. We energetically gave oral to each other for several minutes. Almost immediately after having her first orgasm, Nikki swung around into cowgirl position and slowly lowered herself onto my hard shaft. I was always amazed how incredibly good it felt each time her pussy engulfed my cock.

Instead of her usual fanatical fucking in an upright kneeling position, she laid down on my chest and we kissed lovingly while she slowly fucked me by rotating her hips. It was a tender, loving, sensual experience. While we both loved a physical, fast fuck, we also enjoyed slowly making love to each other. This was one of those times. My heart filled with love for her. And my arousal was climbing towards a powerful orgasm. I hoped that we would climax together.

When my orgasm hit, she muffled my screams of pleasure by covering my mouth with her mouth and shoving her tongue practically down my throat. She was also in the throes of a powerful orgasm, as her pussy clenched tightly around my cock. I could feel her body tremble as I held her tight in my arms.

After cuddling and kissing for several more minutes, Nikki rolled off and laid next to me. I thought I detected something, or someone, move in our doorway.

“Did you see that” I asked Nikki quietly. “Was that Jenny?”

“Yea, it was. She started watching us just after we began breakfast.” Nikki replied. “Does that bother you?”

I was shocked by Nikki’s comment. She was so calm about her sister watching us have sex.

“I don’t know what to say.” I started. “I didn’t expect to have someone watch us making love. And especially not your sister after what she just went through. Weren’t you shocked?

Nikki gave me a quick kiss followed by a smirk, as if to say ‘Silly boy…’.

“I’m not shocked by Jenny watching anything we do.” Nikki began. “I once watched her having sex.”

“That was years ago when she was a high school senior and I was in college. During Christmas break I was home for the holidays, we shared a bedroom. One night I had gone out on a date, that went badly, and I came home much earlier than anyone expected. I told mom and dad I was going to bed. When I entered our bedroom, I found Jenny having sex with her boyfriend whom she had snuck into the bedroom through the window. I couldn’t leave the room without raising questions with mom and dad, so I had to stay. Jenny and Jack fucked for another thirty minutes while I sat on my bed just a few feet away. It was erotic and funny that they were so young, horny, and energetic while at the same time trying to keep quiet. Jack left out the bedroom window about two minutes before mom poked her head inside our room to wish us a good night. Jenny and I nearly died laughing.”

I laid there just stunned.

Nikki canlı casino siteleri got out of bed and pulled on her panties and a t-shirt.

“I’m going to make some breakfast.” she announced as she left the room.

Deciding I needed to wear something other than just my boxers, which had an open fly, I put on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt and joined Nikki in the kitchen.

I suspected that it was the aroma of bacon being cooked that brought Jenny out of her room. She was dressed in a skimpy pair of bikini panties and a cropped t-shirt that barely covered her small breasts. These exposed a lot of flesh between the high cropped shirt and the low waist panties. She was running her fingers through her curly golden hair as if her fingers were a comb. I noticed how similar Nikki and Jenny looked, even in their choice of attire – t-shirt and panties. I also noticed that Nikki didn’t object to her sister’s skimpy attire.

“How did you sleep?” Nikki asked Jenny as she continued cooking the bacon.

“Initially I slept soundly, I was so exhausted mentally and emotionally.” Jenny said. “Then I started having dreams, or maybe they were nightmares, about events between Brad and me. I remembered all the times you told me that Brad was no good for me. By early morning I was lying in bed thinking about all this and wondering why I stayed with him at all.”

As I listened to Jenny, I grew concerned that she would break down in tears at any moment. But her voice never quivered.

Jenny continued. “The good news is that I am so glad to have a sister and brother-in-law that love me. I realize that you were both right all along about what a scumbag Brad is. I should be glad he showed his true colors and kicked me out, as much as that hurt.”

“The good news?” Nikki repeated. “Is there also bad news?” I had been afraid to ask this question.

“Will any guy love me and my small tits?” Jenny asked, almost pleading. “I think all guys want a girl with big tits.”

Nikki quickly responded. “My tits are the same size as yours, and Mike loves me more than anything, or anyone.” She was trying to lift her sister’s spirits.

Jenny turned to me. “Mike, do you have a brother that will love me?”

“No. You know I don’t have a brother.” I responded, as I was an only child. “But I’ll love you.”

The moment I said that I wished I hadn’t, as those words could be misconstrued to have another meaning. I remembered that Jenny had just an hour earlier watched as Nikki and I made love in bed. There was an awkward moment of silence.

Suddenly Jenny perked up with a big smile. “So sister, you are willing to share Mike with me?” she asked with a playful voice.

I was fearful where this conversation was going. Or maybe I was hopeful where it might lead. Loving Nikki was so very special. Maybe loving Nikki and Jenny would be twice as good. But I knew enough to keep my mouth shut for the time being.

Nikki turned towards Jenny and me, held her finger to the side of her head and looked upward, as if contemplating the question seriously.

“I think Mike and I should discuss that in private.” she quipped. Then she quickly laughed and turned back to the bacon in the frying pan.

“Maybe next time I need to sweeten the deal.” Jenny remarked almost carefree. She turned and opened the refrigerator to take out some fruit from a lower shelf. She bent over, exposing her cute little ass. As her panties were so skimpy, she was showing mostly flesh. She playfully wiggled her ass at me. It was obvious that Nikki also witnessed that display.

I was unsure what games the sisters were playing. Or how I fit into the plans that either of them hoped to make. The situation was becoming awkward and uncomfortable for me. I was glad the conversation quickly changed subjects.

“Mike and I were going camping today, but I think we’ll do that another weekend.” Nikki told Jenny. “We could go hiking this afternoon. Care to join us?”

“I would love to. Brad was never really interested in any outdoor activities. And you know I love to get outdoors.” Jenny responded.

The rest of breakfast was less eventful. While we ate, we talked about our shared love for the outdoors and the welcomed change in the weather. Afterward we made sack lunches for our hiking outing and then left for one of our favorite parks. Four hours hiking outdoors did wonders physically and mentally for all of us.

– – – – –

Later that night we were back in our apartment, watching movies on the television. The sisters were again dressed only in t-shirts and panties. I again wore my running shorts and a t-shirt. We were all comfortable on the sofa, sitting next to each other with our legs stretched out onto the ottoman. Initially Nikki was between Jenny and myself. Later I was in the middle, with both girls cuddled against me. It felt comfortable but I was still wondering where all this might lead.

After midnight, we decided to call it a night.

“Goodnight, Jenny. I hope you sleep well tonight.” I said as we were about to head to separate bedrooms.

“Goodnight Mike. Thanks for all your love and support. It means a lot to me.” Jenny said and then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

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Birkaç gün sonra kahvaltı sırasında karım evin temizliğine yetişemediğini, artık gelinleri çağırmak da istemediğini söyledi. “Ee, ne olacak peki?” diye sorduğumda, “Bu bizim kiracının karısını çağırırım, ucuza da gelir. Bizimkiler 100-150 liradan aşağı gelmiyor. Zaten durumları kötü, hiç olmazsa yardımımız dokunur!” deyince, “İyi, sen bilirsin!” dedim…

Ertesi gün akşamüzeri geldiğimde evin pırıl pırıl olduğunu gördüm. Karım kadından çok memnun kalmıştı. Bu arada kadının adının Gülsüm olduğunu öğrendim. Karım, “Bende para yoktu, sen aşağı inip versene kadının parasını, 50 lira!” deyince içimde bir şeyler canlandı. Heyecanla aşağı inip kapıya vurdum. İçerden Arapça sesler gelirken kapı açıldı. Selman’ın oğlu açmıştı kapıyı. 5-6 yaşlarında ya var ya yoktu.

“Annen evde mi?” diye sordum birkaç kez. Çocuk içeri geçerken az sonra kapıda annesi, yani Gülsüm belirdi. Kendisine ilk defa bu kadar yakındım. Birkaç gece önce kocasıyla banyoda sikişen kadın şimdi tam karşımdaydı. Başında yine siyah türbanı vardı, ancak pardesü yoktu. Siyah, tek parça bir elbise giymişti, eski ve biraz dar görünen elbise vücudunun kıvrımlarını belli ediyordu. Özellikle memelerinin iriliği gözümden kaçmadı. Zeytin tanesini andıran gözleri beyaz yüzünü boncuk gibi süslemişti. Gözlerinin altına sürme çekilmiş gibiydi. Parayı uzattım, “Kusura bakmayın, hanım verememiş…” dedim.

O sıra arkasında bir kadın belirdi. Selman’ın annesiydi bu, ilk defa görüyordum kendisini. Oldukça şiveli ama yine de anlaşılır bir Türkçeyle, “Gelinim anlamaz Türkçe!” dedi. Ben sadece Selman Türkçe biliyor sanıyordum, ama annesi de biliyordu demek ki. “Siz Türkçeyi nerden biliyorsunuz?” diye sorunca, kadın, “Ben zamanında Urfa’dan gelin gittim Suriye’ye.” dedi.

Selman’ın annesi en fazla 60 yaşında gösteren bir kadındı. Ben daha yaşlı zannediyordum oysa. Uzun boylu ve yapılı bir kadındı. Çiçekli uzun bir elbise vardı üzerinde. Başını ise büyük, beyaz bir yazma ile bağlamıştı. Kadının gelinininkilerden de büyük ve dolgun memeleri vardı. “Buyurun bir kahve için!” diyerek yaptığı davete, “İnşallah başka zaman!” diyerek karşılık verdim. Yukarı çıkarken sikimin sertleştiğini fark ettim.

Gece olup da yatağa girdiğimde karıma sarıldım hemen. Karım, “Ne oldu?” dedi şaşırmış gibi. “Özledim seni!” deyince, “Bu gece yapmayalım Mehmet, her yanım ağrıyor valla, akşama kadar temizlik yaptık!” dedi. “Ben senin kocanım, öyle temizlik falan anlamam!” dedim ve bir elimi geceliğin altından sokup kalçalarını okşamaya başlarken diğeriyle de memelerini avuçladım.

Boynunu, yanaklarını, dudaklarını deli gibi öpüyordum. Bakımlı sayılacak bir kadın değildi karım ve bu yüzden yanaklarında, çenesinde ve dudaklarının üzerinde tüyler olurdu her zaman. Ama buna karşın bacaklarında ve kalçalarında kıldan tüyden eser yoktu.

Sikim kazık gibi olmuştu çoktan. Etli meme uçlarını dilliyor, ısırıyor, emiyordum. Karımın memelerine kıyasla Gülsüm’ünkiler daha büyüktü. Onun memelerini emdiğimi, yaladığımı hayal ettim. İlk başta isteksiz davranan karım yorgunluğuna rağmen karşılık vermeye başlamıştı. Alttan elini sokmuş ve sikimi sıvazlıyordu.

“Ağzına alsana!” dediğimde, “Tamam, ama sen de benimkini alacaksın!” dedi heyecanla. “Tıraş oldun mu sen?” diye sorduğumda, “Oldum, hem de kaymak gibi yaptım!” dedi. “O zaman şöyle gel, şu üstündekileri de çıkart!” dedim. Az sonra ikimiz de çırılçıplak bir haldeydik. Yorganı kaldırdım iyice. Karıma, üzerime ters şekilde uzanıp sikimi ağzına almasını söyledim. Hemen dediğimi yapıp sikimi somurmaya başlarken, ben de onun gerçekten kaymak gibi görünen amını dillemeye başladım.

Karımın etli amının içine dilimi soktum. Islak ve kaygan amının içi fırın gibi yanıyordu. Bu arada kendisi de sikimi deli gibi somuruyordu. Gece vakti müthiş bir 69 deneyimi yaşıyorduk. 30 yıllık evliliğimiz boyunca cinsellik yönünden ikimiz de deneyim kazanmış, birbirimizi nasıl mutlu edeceğimizi öğrenmiştik.

Amını dilleyip yalarken, sol elimin işaret parmağını göt deliğine soktum. Karımdan herhangi bir tepki gelmedi. Kıllı göt deliğinin içinde ileri geri hareket ettirdim parmağımı. Kasıklarını öptüm, yaladım, dilledim. Amından zevk sıvıları akmaya başlamıştı, dudaklarım ve çenem ıslanmıştı iyice. Dolgun göt yanaklarını sıkıyor, yoğuruyordum bu arada. Karımın saksosu sikimi daha da sertleştirmiş, şişirmişti. Artık bir an önce amına girmek için yanıp tutuşuyordum.

“Tamam, hadi, bu kadar yeter!” deyince karım sikimi emmeyi bırakıp üzerimde doğruldu. “Ben üste çıkayım mı?” deyince, “İyi, hadi geç o zaman!” dedim. Sikim kazık gibi bir halde dikilmiş, tavana bakıyordu. Karım ayaklarını iki yanımdan yatağa koyup işer gibi çömeldi, eliyle kavradığı sikimi odanın loş karanlığında amına sokmak için hizaladı. Az sonra sikim karımın ıslak, yağlanmış gibi kayganlaşmış amına ağır ağır girdi.

Karımdan derin bir, “Ohhh…” iniltisi çıkarken, bir süre sikim amının içindeyken oturur vaziyette kaldı. Ellerini tuttum, az sonra götünü indirip kaldırarak sikimi amına sokup çıkartmaya başladı. Müthiş bir zevk alıyordum yine. Karımın kasıkları, götünün yanakları kasıklarıma ve taşaklarıma çarpıyor, ortaya çıkan sesler odada yankılanıyordu. Karımın iri, sarkık memeleri her bir hareketiyle sallanıyordu.

“Ihhh, ıhhh, ahhh, ımmm, ayyy, ohhh, ohhh…” sesleri karımın dudaklarından dökülüyor, benden de buna benzer sesler çıkıyordu. Karım bazen yavaş bazen hızlı bir şekilde oturup kalkmaya, sikimi amının en derinlerine sokup çıkartmaya devam etti bir süre. Sonrasında, “Dizlerim ağrıdı…” deyince, “Şöyle gel!” dedim ve belinden tutup bana doğru eğilmesini istedim.

Karım öne doğru eğildi dediğim gibi yaparak, dizlerini yatağa dayadı ve ellerini omuzlarıma koydu. Sikim halen amının içindeydi. Belimi kaldırdım, bacaklarımı dizlerimden bükerek iki yana açtım biraz ve bu şekilde alttan pompalamaya başladım. Kasıklarım, taşaklarım karımın dolgun göt yanaklarına çarptıkça ses patlamaları yaratıyordu. Sikim iyice kayganlaşmış amının içinde gidip geliyordu.

Sarkık memeleri pompaladıkça deli gibi sallanıyordu. Dudaklarından yine zevk iniltileri çıkmaya başlamıştı. Kalın, etli belinden tutuyordum sıkıca. Göt yanaklarının sikimin her bir darbesiyle löpürdediğini fark ediyordum. Altımızdaki bazadan gıcırdama sesleri gelmeye başlamıştı yine. Alttaki odada kimin kaldığını bilmiyordum. Selman karısıyla mı kalıyordu, yoksa çocuklar yada annesi mi kalıyordu bilmiyorum, ama eğer derin bir uykuda değillerse, yukarda karı koca bizim ne yaptığımızı bilmemeleri imkânsızdı.

Pompaladıkça boşalmaya yaklaşıyordum. Ellerimi göt yanaklarına attım ve karıma öne doğru biraz daha eğilmesini söyledim. Götü biraz daha havaya kalkarken daha büyük bir güç ve istekle sikiyordum. Odanın içinde sikişimizin sesleri yankılanıyordu resmen. Geçen sefer yavaş olmamı söyleyen karımdan bu kez hiçbir itiraz gelmiyordu. Var gücümle kendisini sikmeme sesini çıkartmıyordu.

Sonunda sarsıla sarsıla boşalmaya başladım. Boşalırken de pompalamaya devam ettim. Müthiş bir zevk dalgası her yanımı kaplarken karımdan derin ve hırıltılı iniltiler geliyordu. İkimiz de yorulmuştuk. Karım üzerime yığılmış haldeydi. Ne kadar dölüm varsa amına akıttım. Sıkıca sarıldık birbirimize.

Karım bir ayağını kaldırıp üzerimden kalktı ve yanıma uzandı. Başını göğsüme koyarken, “Çok yoruldum…” dedi. Çıplak bir halde o şekilde kaldık. Karıma, “Yıkanmayacak mısın?” diye sorunca, “Yorgunum, sabah yıkanırım…” dedi. “İyi o zaman, ben de sabah yıkanırım!” dedim, yorganı çektim üzerimize ve güzel, derin bir uykuya daldık…

Aradan geçen zamanda Gülsüm ve Selman’ın sikişmelerine kulak misafiri olmak istesem de, o ilk gecenin haricinde başka bir tanesine denk gelemedim. Karımla sikişmelerim ise son sürat devam ediyordu. Her seferinde siktiğimin karım değil de Gülsüm olduğunu düşünüyordum. Bu şekilde daha büyük zevk alıyordum…

Bu arada Selman’ın kira ödemeleri aksamaya başlamıştı. İşyerinden maaş alamadığını, geciktirdiklerini söylüyordu. Ben de her seferinde, “Tamam!” deyip bekleyeceğimi söylüyordum. Ama sonraki zamanlarda Selman önceki kiracıları aratır oldu. Üç aylık birikmiş kirası vardı, “Ne zaman vereceksin?” diye sorduğumda oyalayıcı cevaplar verdi. Benim de bir an tepem atınca küfür ettim. Selman en kısa zamanda vereceğini söyleyip giderken yaptığımdan pişman oldum.

Birkaç gün sonraydı. Karım küçük oğlumun evine gitmişti. Oğlum iş için şehir dışına gitmiş, karım da orada kalıyordu. Bu yüzden belki bir hafta daha kalacaktı orada. Akşam kapım çalınca açtım, gelen Selman’ın annesiydi. Adının Münire olduğunu öğrenmiştim, “Buyurun Münire Hanım?” deyince mahcup ve utangaç bir halde, “Beyim, az konuşalım mı senle?” dedi. İçeri davet ettim. Tek gelmesine şaşırmıştım.

Münire Hanım içeri geçti, oturmaya çekiniyordu. “Buyurun, çekinmeyin, oturun!” deyince anca oturdu. Üzgün ve titreyen bir sesle, “Beyim, kusura bakma, kaç zamandır kira veremedik. Çok borçlandık sana biliyorum. Benim oğlanı çıkarmışlar işten, içerde biriken parasını da alamadı. Eline, ocağına düştük, bu kışta kıyamette bizi kapıya koyma. Biliyorum senin için de zor, ama elimizden keşke bir şey gelse. Utandığı için kendi gelip söyleyemedi, ben geldim onun yerine. Eline, ocağına düştük…” dedi şiveli şiveli.

Biriken kiraları alacağımı düşünürken, şimdi bir bardak su içmem gerektiğini söylüyordu Münire Hanım bu dedikleriyle. “Ee, nasıl olacak peki, ne zaman alır parasını, kirayı ne zaman getirir?” dedim, kiradan gelecek para benim için önemliydi çünkü. Münire Hanım bileğinden bir bilezik çıkarıp, “Bunu al şimdilik, ne kadar eder bilmem, sen hesaplarsın…” diyerek uzattı.

Verdiği bilezik ince, teneke gibi bir şeydi. Doğru düzgün bir para etmezdi. “Bununla ne olacak ki, bir aylık kira bile değil bu, siz adam mı kandırıyorsunuz?” dedim sinirle. Münire Hanım, “Vallahi beyim, olan paramız bu, evde çocuklar iki gündür aç, azcık para vardı, onunla da ekmek, peynir aldık…” dedi. Yüzündeki ifade çok kötüydü, yalan söylemediği belliydi.

“Benim oğlan iş arıyor şimdi. Hayırlısıyla bir işe girsin, bu içerdeki parasını alsın hemen verir senin kiranı, mahcup etmez seni. Kurban olduğum, o zamana kadar idare et bizi, çoluk çocuk aç. Bir de sen bizi atma dışarı, vallahi o zaman iyice perişan oluruz…” dedi. Bu son sözlerini söylerken ağlıyordu. Kadının bu hali ve konuşması karşısında yapacak bir şeyim yoktu. Verdiği bileziği geri uzattım, cüzdanımdan da biraz para çıkarıp verdim. Almak istemeyince zorladım. Münire Hanım elimi öpmeye kalktı, benden büyük bir kadının bu şekilde davranması karşısında utandım. Dua ede ede gitti. Kira almayı beklerken üstüne para veriyordum.

Ertesi akşam işten döndüğümde kapım çalındı. Açınca karşımda Münire Hanım’ı gördüm yine. “Müsait miydin beyim?” deyince, “Tabii, buyurun!” dedim ve içeri davet ettim. Kirayı mı getirmişti, yoksa dün verdiğim paranın üzerine başka para mı isteyecekti bilmiyordum.

İçeri geçti, utana sıkıla, “Şey beyim, sana diyeceğim vardı kusura bakmazsan…” deyince cebimden yine para çıkacağını anladım. “Nedir?” dedim sıkıntıyla. “Bizim cereyan kesildi bugün, adamlar kesti. Birikmiş borcu vardı, ödeyemedik. Aşağıda karanlıkta oturuyoruz. Sen de varsa versen de ödesek…” dediğinde sinirlendim. “Ulan zaten üç kuruş paraya oturuyorsunuz, onu da veremiyorsunuz. Üstüne bir de benden utanmadan para istiyorsunuz!” dedim.

Münire Hanım’ın suratı kıpkırmızı oldu birden. “Sen de haklısın beyim…” dedi. “Seni göndereceğine o pezevenk oğlun gelsin!” dedim. Suratı bu sözüm üzerine daha da kızardı. “O yok burda, onun için ben geldim…” deyince, “O nereye gitti?” dedim. “Bilmiyorum, dün akşam çıktı, daha da gelmedi. Senin verdiğin parayı da aldı gitti, sabahtan beri aç açına oturuyoruz…” deyince daha da kızdım. Yanında oğluna epey bir küfür savurdum.

Münire Hanım tek kelime etmedi küfürlerime karşılık. “Haklısın beyim, sen de haklısın…” dedi başı öne eğik halde. Sonra da, “Sen gene de bir büyüklük yap, bir babalık yap bize. Bana değilse de bu gariplere acı. Ne olur versen para da hiç olmazsa şu cereyanı açtırsak…” dedi. Daha bir önceki kiracının sıkıntısını atamamıştım, kiradan hariç elektrik ve su parasını da üzerime yıkıp kaçmıştı. Şimdi yeniden aynısıyla karşılaşmak canımı fena halde sıkıyordu. Selman’ın elektriği üzerine almasında ısrarcı olmuştum, ama para gene benden çıkacak gibiydi.

“Ne olur beyim, elini ayağını öpeyim, kurban olduğum. Ne istersen yaparım, sen şu cereyanı açtır hele, borcunu da ben öderim. Bulur buluşturur gene veririm ben…” dedi. “Sen nasıl ödeyeceksin, neyin var senin?” dedim.

Münire Hanım ayakta duruyordu, bu sözlerimden sonra yanıma yaklaştı ve “Ne istersen yaparım beyim…” dedi. Bu sözlerinde bir şeyler vardı, ama tam emin olamıyordum. “Ne yaparsın?” diye sorduğumda, yine, “Ne istersen…” dedi. “Yani? Açık konuşsana be kadın!” deyince, “Eğer istersen sana karılık ederim…” dedi.

Ben Selman’ın karısını sikmeyi arzu ederken, birdenbire annesi ortaya çıkmıştı…

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Aynı senedeyiz; Mayıs başı gibi annem, zamanında babamların başladığı Bodrum’daki inşaatta bize ve yapılan villanın dekorasyonunun bokunu çıkartmak üzere yengemle birlikte deyim yerindeyse yanıma taşındı ve sosyal hayatım da bu şekilde söndü… Aynı anda konsept danışmanıyım, şoförüyüm, kızıyım, arkadaşı da olmamı sağlamaya çalışıyor… Yengem pek bu işlerden anlayacak rafine zevke sahip olmadığı için iki evi de biz döşüyoruz… Cep telefonu daha yeni o zamanlar, araç şarjı falan hiç yok ama annem yanında gezdirdiği yedek bataryaları söke taka günde 3 saat Bodrumdaki mimarın ofisiyle canlı yayın halinde; o taşçı bu masifçi, öteki sanat galerisi şu lambacı falan geziyoruz.. Şaka maka babamın gidişinden sonra sektöre yatay geçen annem bu işi iyi kotarmış, bok gibi para harcıyoruz… Ben daha hiç görmedim evi ama planlar üzerinden odamı seçiyorum; girişten bir alt katta, bahçeyle hemzemin, doğrudan Güllük körfezine ve güneşin doğuşuna bakıyor odam; önünde bin yıl geçse manzarayı kapatacak bir şey yapılma ihtimali yok… Ali güya çakallık yapıp erken davranmış ve benle aynı katta doğrudan havuza açılan odayı seçmiş çoktan; salak, sabaha kadar birileri yüzecek o havuzda, uyuyamazsın ki.. Neyse, 900km öteden odayı seçe seçe tefriş edip gönderiyorum eşyalarımı akşamdan akşama… Sonunda bitiyor.. Bir gece dışarı çıkarıp rakısını da içirdikten sonra yolluyorum annemi; çok zamanım yok, haftaya hep birlikte evi açmaya gideceğiz… Ha bu arada, annem geldiğinde ikinci akşam kızlarla birlikte çıkardık dışarı ama ne Seçil’i ne Hale’yi hiç gözü tutmadı ve bunu da hayvanlar gibi belli ettiği için bir daha bir araya da gelemedik kızlarla.. No-problem; İstanbul’da kalan 2-3 günümde birlikte ev partileri yapıp affettirdim kendimi, gitmeye hazırım…

Bir cumartesi günü sabahında çıktık yola… İki arabada (pardon yengemle 3) 6 kişi gidiyoruz; annemle Ali önde babamdan yadigar jipte gidiyorlar; yengem kendi çocuklarıyla kendi arabasında geliyor, ben tutturdum arabam da arabam diye, zaten o kadar çok kıyafet götürüyordum ki beni ve benim eşyamı alacak yer kalmamıştı annemin arabasında… Tempoyu annem kontrol eder halde yengemler arkasında ve süpürücü olarak da ben, arkada kalmam annem kaç sigara içtiğimi sayıp kafama kakmasın diye biraz da… yüzer metre arayla iki buçuk molayla gittik… Buçuk molamız da şu; 3 yıl önce hepimizin hayatını sonsuza kadar değiştiren yerde durduk, ağlandı edildi; geçelim buraları… Akşamüzeri güneş inmeye başladığında tepeden Bodrum; kavşakta sağa, daha yarım saate yakın yolumuz var… Neyse; içmimardan site bahçıvanına, güvenlikten kapıcıya herkes bizi bekliyor; hoş geldiniz beş gittiniz; annem zaten uzunca bir süre gitti geldi, çoğunu tanıyor; Ali , ben ve kuzenler herkesi ilk kez görüyoruz, yengem kendi evinin denizin dibinde olmasının sevinci yerine bizdeki manzaranın olmamasının kıskançlığını saklamaya çalışıyor vs.vs. Bu arada evler bahar başında teslim edildiği için epey bir insan gelmiş yerleşmiş, havuz başındaki yarı restoran, yarı bar az biraz da market şey de açılmış; bizim patırtımıza çıkıp tanışan amcalar teyzeler de ortalıkta; tabi onların evleri bizimkiler yanında kümes boyutunda olduğu için komşu teyzelerde de bi göz devirmeler falan; annem baktı insanlar olayı müze gezmesine çevirdiler, “yol yorgunuyuz” cümlesini gereğinden sık kullanıp kendiliğinden gitmelerini sağladı herkesin… Herkes odasına tabi… Aferin, güzel oda ve güzel eşya seçmişim… Önce son bir gayretle eşyaları taşıdım, sonra buz gibi duş ve yatakta tavana boş bakışlar.. Bir saat sonra verandada buluştuk kendiliğinden… Ali’yle ben aynı anda “ben İstanbul’a/Ankara’ya dönmicem” cümlesini kurduk ve yarıldık gülmekten… Aşağıdan buz gibi bira eşliğinde tavuk makarna falan söylendi; o kadar yolun üzerine birer tane de yemek arkasında içince acayip yorgunluk bastı; Bodrum’a gitmeyle başlayıp aşağıdaki barımsıya gidip biraz bakınmaya evrilen plandan bile vazgeçip doğru odama gittim sızdım… Ali muhtemelen bütün yol osura osura uyuduğu için aşağı indi tabi…

Ertesi sabah daha 06’da kıpkırmızı güneş odaya doğunca uyandım mecburen.. İlk planım panjurları kapatıp gerisin geri (o zaman götün götün diye bir tanım yok, olsaydı o olurdu) yatağa dönmekti ki baktım gayet dinç ve yorgunluğumu atmış şekilde uyanmışım… Önce evi keşfettim yalınayak, sonra bahçe, sonra havuz… Çok güzel yahu, dün akşam gördüğümden bile çok ama çok güzel… Tekrar üst kata mutfağa çıkıp kahve yapmak istedim ama aldığımız malzemelerin çoğu kutusuyla ait olduğu yere bırakılmış, daha epey işimiz var burayı ev haline getirmek için… Terliklerimi buldum valizden zar zor, giriş kapısındaki boy aynasından kendimi kontrol ettim, kısacık bir askılı ve daracık penye şort, sutyen zaten yok; sabah serinliği memelerimi belirginleştirmiş; annem görse kızar ama oldum olası erken uyanmayı sevmediği için problem yok… Sigaramı telefonumu anahtar ve cüzdanımı alıp bahçe kapısından sızdım dışarı; biraz da siteyi görelim…

Bizim evin yanında aynısından bir tane daha var ama bizden yarım boy aşağıda; sonra dik bir yokuş, bizim altımızda yengemlerinki ve onun da yarım boy altında onun aynısından… Sonrasına yokuş denemez, sol tarafta hafif eğimle vadiye yayılmış 50-60 tane Bordum evi; sağ tarafta yengemden sonra ev yok… Bitkiler yeni dikilmiş olduğu için ara ara çimler henüz çıkmamış, toprak görünüyor ama yine de her tarafta mor – lila – beyaz çiçekler… Güneş yükseldikçe ışık önce sarıya sonra beyaza dönmeye başladı; ben de etraftaki her duvar beyaz olduğu için yansıyan ışıktan gözümü açamamaya; evlerin sokaklarına girip amaçsızca gezmeye başladım… Arabalara bakıyorum; 34-34-35-06-16—06-34-34… geneli İstanbullu; plakalar DR – DR – AV – DR , (geneli doktor yani ki bunu annem söylemişti zaten, bir sürü profesör ev almış diye)… Havuz başını buldum sonunda… Bizim havuzla kıyaslayınca büyük tabi ama en fazla 4-5 kat büyük, biz orada 3 kişiyiz bunlar 300 kişi ? … şezlonglar gelişigüzel çekiştirilmiş, sağda solda kültablaları, boş şişeler, bir adet patlamış kusmuk (bunu nerde görsem tanırım, bir defasında banyoya yetişemeyip eve kusmuştum böyle aşağı doğru infilak kusması, birileri fazla kaçırmış yani).. Deniz kıyısına indim sonunda; T şeklinde uzunca bir iskele, henüz uç kısmının tahtaları yapılıyor, girilmesin diye masa gibi bir şey koymuşlar.. sağ taraf çakıl plaj, tam buraların plajı işte; solda ise acayip bir kumsal, belli ki doğal dğeil, bir yerlerden taşınmış o kum… deniz hemen derinleşiyor çünkü az ileride buradan öteye geçme şamandıraları var; sonrasında koyda aralıklarla sabit şamandıralara bağlanmış 5-6 tane motorlu kayık, muhtemelen site ahalisinin kayıkları… Az ileride de burada gecelemiş bir motoryatla yanında bir yelkenli.. Motoryatta yabancı bir kadın sofra hazırlıyor; selamlaştık… Biraz ileride bizim sitenin bittiği yerde betondan bir rampa var, rampaya geri geri yanaşmış bu Dubai’de falan çöl safarisinde arapların kullandığı kocaman bir jip.. Jipin arkasında bir romörk, onun üzerinde baştan kayık sandığım ama daha önce hiç görmediğim tipte gerçek motosiklet gibi kocaman bir jetski, iki çocuk aleti suya indirmeye çalışıyorlar, direksiyondakini görmüyorum ama romörkün yanında diğerine “gel gel hop” yapan çocuk yakışıklı baya… Yanlarına doğru istifimi bozmadan yürüdüm ister istemez.. Yakışıklıyla selamlaştık, ben onu o beni tepeden tırnağa süzdük daha doğrusu.. O sırada römork iyice suya girdi ve jetski yüzmeye başladı; yakışıklı direksiyondakine tamamdır işareti yapınca diğeri gazladı ve o ana kadar aynadan beni kesen çocuk da rampadan çıkıp otoparka doğru gözden kayboldu… Diğeri elinde tuttuğu iple sudaki aleti betonun kenarındaki halkaya bağladı ve doğrulup yanıma geldi… Bu sefer daha formel şekilde selamlaştık… İsmi Cenk; tenine bakılırsa 3-4 gündür burada çünkü omuzları kırmızıdan kahverengine dönmemiş daha… Çok yakışıklı; nasıl anlatayım, o zaman gördüğümde ilk aklıma gelen bu çocuğun New k**s On The Block grubundaki Joey’e inanılmaz benzediğiydi – ki dürüst olmak gerekirse bizim Cenk Joey’nin bir model de üstüydü fuckble skalasındaki yeri itibarı ile… Hafif esmer, gözleri açık yeşil… Kuzeninin bütün gece yol yapıp Bodruma sabah vardığını ve site için yollar zincirlenmeden skiyi suya indirmek için sahile geldiklerinden bahsetti… Ne tarafta oturduğumuzu sordu, tarif edince “A tam bizim çapraz üstümüzde yani; o zaman sen Ali’nin kardeşisin” dedi.. bu defa ben şaşırdım çünkü çapraz altımızdaki villa da özel tipti ve arsa sahiplerine yapılmıştı; o an ağzımdan buranın yerlisi mi olduklarına dair bir şey gevelemeye çalışırken “ o zaman siz köylü müsünüz?” gibi saçma ötesi bir söz çıktı; Cenk bu lafa tükürükler saçarak koptu tabi; yerin dibine geçtim, Allah da benim belamı versin yani… Ben lafı düzeltmeye daha doğrusu sıçtığımı sıvamaya çalışırken o da açıkladı kendince; tipik küçük Bodrum evi yazlıkları varmış önceden Turgutreis tarafında… Babaları bu taraflarda büyükçe bir ev bakınırken bizim arsa sahipleri de kendilerine gereksiz buldukları villayı satışa çıkartmışlar vs.vs. işte; Bodrumun köylüsü falan değiller yani kısaca…

(Buraya kadarını yazalı bir ay oluyor; devam…)
Biz muhabbet ederken motoryattaki bakımlı teyze bizi çağırıp kahve ikram etti; kendi dilinde “kokmuştur bir tarafınız şişer” gibisinden mırıldanarak… Piyango kahvelerimizi alıp kıyıdaki şezlonglardan birine oturduk.. Sigara ikram ettim, Cenk çakmağımı alıp benimkini de kendi yaktı türlü reverans esprileriyle… Bir erkek yeni tanıştığı kıza çaktırmadan ne kadar sarkarsa o kadar flörtöz havada konuşuyordu.. Ali’yle akşam tanışmışlar; kuzeni henüz gelmediği için Cenk millete biraz uzak duruyormuş; Ali de yeni olduğu için onun gibi davranınca tanıştıklarını falan anlattı… Sitede bizim yaş grubumuzda 15-20 kişi daha varmış, Ankaralılar kafaymış ama İstanbul tayfasının genelinin anasının babasının forsu parası üzerinden sidik yarıştırma aşamasını geçememiş tipler olduğundan falan bahsetti… Cenk Ankara’da Tıp okuyormuş; kuzeninin adı da Erdem’miş (Cenk & Erdem?? radyo programı gibi) o da ABD’de okuyormuş… Konuşmaları çok rahat, sarkıyor ama sarkmıyor da dedim ya; eser miktarda flört ve samimiyet.. Ama çok yakışıklı piç, bunun da bilincinde tabi.. O konuştukça bende bir bayram havası, sabah esintisi askılıdan içeri girince memelerim de sertleşti ve kumaşa sürttükçe neredeyse acımaya başladı falan… Tam o sırada “bana kahve yok mu” diye Erdem geldi.. Off.. Şaka mısın yahu.. Cenk tam bir Bond adayı İngiliz yakışıklısıydı, gibi Erdem de serseri yakışıklının sözlük anlamı resmen… Afro olmak üzere yolun yarısına gelememiş dibi koyu ucu açık renk saçlar, henüz kulağı geçememiş.. Bana mı öyle geliyor bilmiyorum ama resmen bal rengi gözleri ve burnunun etrafında sevimlilikten çok uzak seksapele çok daha yakın çiller falan… Cenk kısacık ve dar lacivert jilet gibi bir şortla yine dar ama V yaka tshirt giyerken; Erdem sörfçü tipi uzun çiçekli bir şort ve yine dökülen bir askılı giymiş; Cenk’in tek kulağında bir tane taş küpe; Erdem’in kulağının her yeri küpe ve boynunda biri deri biri de tespih gibi garip ama çok şık iki kolye (kehribarmış, sağlık sıhhat vs.)… Seç beğen at yatağa… Daha doğrusu ikisini de at yatağa… Cenk TRT spikerleri gibi düzgün bir Türkçe’yi çok akıllıca konuşuyor, buna karşın Erdem 2 yıldır yurtdışında yaşadığından az bir kırılma var Türkçesinde.. konuşması ara ara kelimenin karşılığını ararken “aaemmm..” şeklide kesiliyor.. Diyemiyorum ki “Yavrum senin istediğin yeter ki aaemm olsun, bak burada ellenmemişi var” ahahsahsha…

Bir saate yakın konuştuk sahilde; kıkırdadık, güldük; yatçı teyzenin mutfağını hayrata çevirdik, o da sağolsun istedikçe verdi hatta bir defa biz istemeden kalkıp kahve getirdi… Bu arada fark ettim ki Cenk kadar Erdem de kendi şeklinde benle flört ediyor açıkça… Ben tabi herkese mavi boncuk modundayım; bıraksalar “ben ikinize de okeyim, siz aranızda anlaşın” diye kavga ettireceğim… Hani yokluktan diyeceğim ama ikisi de öyle aç tipler değiller; daha çok bir tür kuzen rekabeti gibi kendi aralarında da şakalaşarak devam ettiriyorlar… Biraz buruldum açıkçası; iş bir noktaya gelip bir tanesine “bizimla değilsın” demek zorunda kalır mıyım diye… O arada telefonum çaldı, arayan annem, saat dokuza yaklaşmış, kahvaltıya çağırıyor… Birlikte yukarı yürüdük ve evlerimizin garaj yollarında ayrıldık, 1,5 saat sonra havuzda buluşacağız, sonra konuşuruz ne yapıp ne yapmayacağımızla ilgili…

Eve girdim, Ali uyanmış, annem uyanmış (doğal olarak), yengem ve çocukları da bizdeler, biri akranımız diğeri daha küçük sayılır 14-15 yaşında… Kahvaltıyı yuvarlayıp Ali’ye “T minus 15” uyarımı yaptım… Gayet yeterli 15dk, giyeceğim bir bikini ve şort yani değil mi… Değil işte; klas olayım, sexy olayım ama mal da olmayayım, güzel de olsun rahat da, göstersin ama vermesin falan gibi 16547 amacı birden gerçekleştirmek bir bikini için ağır bir sorumluluk ve sonunda hazır olup yukarı çıktığımda Ali ve Candan 20dk önce gitmişti (artık 15 + 20 + ne kadar bekledilerse yani, o kadar sürdü)… Aslında daha çabuk hazırlanabilirdim; bikinilerimi giyip çıkartırken aynada trans halinde kendime bakarken dalıp gitmelerim olmasaydı… Her dalışımda bir Cenk bir Erdem de bana dalıyordu resmen, ıslanıyordum durup dururken… Sonunda altı düz antrasit ve yarı açık; üstü ise bej zemin üzerine çiçekler olan üçgen bir kombin yaparak çıktım… Neden sonra fark ettim ki kombinin altı Cenk’e üstü Erdem’e uyuyordu (ah şu bilinçaltım)…

Havuza gittiğimde gerçekten de 15-20 gencin aileler ve çocuklardan uzakta bir köşeye doluştuklarını görüp o tarafa meylettim.. Ali orada, Cenk ve Erdem de tabi.. Bu üçü iyi arkadaş olmuş gibiler ve bütün diğer kızlar da bunların yörüngesine yerleşmişler.. Şöyle bir baktım… Orospu-1, orospu-2, orospu-3 ;-))) aaa! Sümbül! Orospu 3 bizim okuldan yarı samimi arkadaşım Sümbül çıkmasın mı!? Çıksın da bari ortamdaki bütün kızlar bana düşman olmasın böylece.. Yani tamam güzel sayılırlar ama ben de yanıyorum yani (bana öyle geliyor en azından).. Gerçi sadece bana öyle gelmiyor, sadece Cenk ve Erdem değil, Ali dahil gruptaki 6-7 erkeğin de hepsi ağzı açık izledi “gelişimi”…
Neyse, Sümbül önce benle arkadaş olmasının avantajını kullanarak diğer orospulardan sıyrılıp çekirdek kadroya iltica etti; sonra Cenk ve Erdem’in bana kombine ilgilisi fark edince zamanı gelince düşeni toplayana kadar ilgisini Ali’ye yöneltti – ki Ali de memnundu açıkçası bu armut piş durumdan…

Erdem arada kalkıyor, serseri işi çantasından çıkardığı bir CD’yle mekan işletmecisinin (Bahattin miydi neydi) yanına gidiyor, bir anda müzik değişiyor, benim İstanbul gecelerinden aşina olduğum ama diğer -sözde- sosyetenin bilmediği çok güzel şeyler doluyor kulaklarımıza…

İlk tam günüm akşama kadar deyim yerindeyse Cenk ile Erdem arasında basketbol topu gibi geçti, ama edilgen bir top değilim; sadece onlar paslaşmıyorlar, hatta onlar hiç paslaşmıyorlar ama ben ikisinin de gönlü kırılmasın diye kendimi dolaştırıyorum.. Cenk sahile gidip şnorkel yapmayı teklif edince bir saat onla gidip yüzdüm; daldığımızda boynuna sarılıp hiç hareket etmeden onun beni dip bucak gezdirmesine izin verdim; tabi bu sırada çaktırmadan birbirimizin vücutlarını da keşfettik bir tür oil-massage yapar gibi.. Dönüşte de Erdem burulmasın diye “beni skiyle gezdirsene” diye rica edip yarım saatten fazla tutunma adı altında Erdem’in vücudunu okşadım, karın kaslarını saydım neredeyse.. Erdem’se kendisinden beklenmeyen kuralcılığı yüzünden (sanırım USA’de yaşama olayı bu) illa can yeleği giydirdiği için benim göğüslerimi fazla keşfedemedi, bir ara iki kayalığın arasında suya atlayıp yüzdüğümüz 3-5 dk ve skisine ))) binmeme yardım ettiği kısım hariç…

Günün sonuna doğru site gençliğinin kast sistemi kurulmuştu; bir kere kraliçe kesinlikle bendim, hem sitenin sahibi sayılırım hem de iki kral da benim çevremde pervaneydi… Ali ve Sümbül çemberin içindeki grup, diğerleri de kendi içinde derecelenseler de bizim için diğerleri işte; Candan da öyle aradai… Dikkatimi çeken şeyse gün boyunca ne Cenk ne Erdem benle değillerse kimseyle değillerdi; biri taktı walkman dinledi, diğeri gitti müzikle yemekle uğraştı… Ama açık açık ikisi de “ya Burcu ya da kimse” modundaydı – ki bunun ne kadar götümü kaldıran bir şey olduğunu tahmin edemezsiniz, yıllar sonra bir filmde ters mantığını görmüştüm bu yaklaşımın; en güzel dişi için savaşıp kaybetmenin sonu hayvanlardaki gibi 2nd best ile (kimse artık o) bitmiyor; tamamen göt gibi ortada kalıyorsunuz o tercihi bir kere yaptığınız için; şansınız varsa sondan 3. falan kalıyor elinizde, o da şansınız varsa… Neyse geçelim bu sosyopsikolojik analizleri…

Akşama doğru Cenk’le Erdem bir sürpriz daha çıkardılar… Bunların Bodrum limanında bir tekneleri mi ne varmış; sitenin önünün müsait olduğuna karar vermişler ve onu alıp onlar İstanbul’a ve USA’e dönene kadar durması için buraya getireceklermiş; yoksa Bodrum’a her defasında 45dk gidip gelmek zor olurmuş vs.vs. ertesi gün de hep birlikte gezmeye gidelimmiş… Bunu tam ben eve gidip biraz yatıp dinlenmek istediğimi söylediğimde çıkardılar ve doğal olarak onları Bodrum’a arabayla götürüp sonra yalnız dönme işi de Ali’ye kaldı.. Böyle olunca Sümbül hemen zıpladı “ben de geleyim tek başına dönme” diye… Bütün gün kendimi düşünürken fark edememiştim ama Sümbül’le Ali de epey yol almış gibiydiler; sanırım Sümbül böyle bir hamlenin kendisi için orta vadede de iyi olacağını düşünmüştü (kaltakkk!)… Ali’yi kenara çektim ve benim arabanın anahtarını verip “dönüşte bir yere çekmek istersen bagajda 3-5 kutu bira olması lazım” diye kıçına bir şaplak atıp gülümsedim.. Ali de güldü ve “ sen de bir karar ver artık istersen; ikisine de boncuk saçıyorsun, boku çıkacak bak” diye uyardı gülerek… Doğru söylüyordu; bir seçim yapmam gerektiğini biliyordum ama hiç de seçim yapma modunda başlamamıştı ki bu iş…

Odama gittim, kendimi duşun altına attım… gün boyunca içtiğim 4-5 bira sarhoş etmeye yetmemişti ama güneş ve rüzgarla birleşince tatlı bir sersemlik vermişti… Buz gibi su omuzlarımdan memelerime, oradan karnıma ve apış arama akarken her yerimde dört el geziniyor gibiydi; duştan çıkıp yarım yamalak kurulandıktan sonra yatağa attım kendimi… Her zamanki yatış şeklimde bir yastık kafamın altında, bir yastık da bacaklarımın arasında şeklide döndüm arkamı dışarıya… Cenk ve Erdem duştayken üzerimden akan su olmuşlardı, kurulanırken vücudumda gezen havlu, şimdi de ıslaklığıma bastırdığım yastık… Ayıramıyordum ve öyle ki ayırmak da istemiyordum ikisini birbirinden… Hayalimde bile bir aradaydılar.. Cenk memelerimi ısıra ısıra yalarken Erdem’i apış aramda bacaklarımla hapsediyordum; ben Erdem’in kucağında sürtünerek aşağı giderken Cenk saçlarımdan tutup kendine çevirip dilini boğazıma sokuyordu; Cenk içimdeydi, Erdem de içimdeydi; tek bi vücut gibi sevişiyordum ikisiyle de… O şekilde ellerimle kendime hiç dokunmadan sadece yastığa sürtünerek inanılmaz bir boşalmayla paralize oldum ve doğrudan uykuya yatay geçiş yaptım…
(Kısa yazamıyorum; uzun yazınca da yazı bitmiyor abv… başlayalı 3. Aya girdiğimiz ve toplamda 3 günü anlatacağım anımızın son bölümü olmasını umarak buyrun efendim; iyi okumalar..)

Uyandığımda uzaktan annemin beni çağıran sesini duydum; hava kararmıştı, yengemler yine bizdeydi ve sofra kuruluyordu yukarıda… akşam esintisi doluyordu odama ve ben de bir pikenin altında çırılçıplaktım… Kararımı vermiştim, kararım hiçbir karar vermemekti; nasıl olsa biri çekilecekti iş uzadıkça ve buna sebep olan ben olmak istemiyordum… Mutlu şekilde yukarı çıktım; annem “ışıldıyorsun resmen kız” diye takıldı; gittim yanaklarından öptüm; Ali verandadaki kanepe salıncakta bir kitaba dalmıştı, gittim kucağına yattım, başımı göğsüne yasladım… kitabı bırakıp saçımla oynamaya başladı.. Mis gibi kokuyordu ve ben de tamamen kardeşçe kokluyordum, o da duştan yeni çıkmış gibiydi ve aklıma Sümbül’le oldukları geldi birden, masum kardeşten piç kardeşe döndüm hemen:
– Nasıl geçti?
– Ne nasıl geçti?
– Sümbülle dönüş?
– Ha… İyiii…
– Ne iyi olum.. Korundun mu?
– )))) saçmalama lan )))
– Yapmadınız mı?
– Sana ne ya? Anneee! Kızını alır mısın başımdan!
– Ya hadi söylesene…
– Ya tamamen yapmadık, biraz yiyiştik arabada… Tam operasyona başlayacakken frene bastı “arabalar geçiyor arkamızdan” falan diye… Çok rahat değildi kız… Senin biralar geldi aklıma bir tane içsin rahatlasın diye; onları aldım bagajdan ama sıcaktan içilecek gibi değildi, daha çok çay gibiydi hatta çıkardım getirdim dolaba koydum…
– E bıraktı mı yani seni öyle?
– Yok bırakmadı; eliyle halletti..
– Lan arabamı batırmadın dimi??
– )))) Yok yav son kısmını ağzıyla yaptı, dışarı giden bir şey yok yani…
– )))) İyi bakalım…
– Sen ne karar verdin?
– Karar vermemeye karar verdim…
– E ne olacak?
– Ne bileyim Ali ya… Onlar karar versin, damat seçmiyoruz ya..
– Sonuçta summer-love diyorsun, Bodrumda olan Bodrumda kalacak…
– Aynen.. Onlar n’aptı getirdiler mi kayığı?
– Kayık derken ))) koya bi baksana?
Kafamı kaldırıp sitenin sahiline baktım… Ohaa!!! Kayık dedikleri şey neredeyse 20 metrelik kocaman bir gulet (yani kafamda küçük sürat motoru gibi bir şey hayal ettiğimden o an öyle geldi bana)… Upuzun bir direği var, tepesinde lamba yanıyor; alacakaranlıkta detayları seçilmiyor ama çok güzel kuğu gibi bir şey (adı da …. swan’dı hatta)…
– Çok güzelmiş lan.. Anneme söylesene biz de alalım böyle bişey…
– Hasta oldu zaten görünce ama ben bunlardan istemiyorum, okulun yelken takımında fiber olanları var ondan aldırıcam biraz daha küçük bundan… Zaten annemle Erdem’in babası tanışmışlar; annem çok güzelmiş falan deyince herif de ….. hanım ne zaman isterseniz görev bilirim falan demiş, kart zampara )))) annem de o zaten bizim de teknemiz sayılır falan diyor )))
– Yarın bununla mı çıkacağız biz şimdi?
– Evet.. Ama Cenk herkesi istemiyor; birkaç isim saydı o İstanbullu artist elemanlarla yanlarındaki karılar (Ali de saydı da hatırlamıyorum şimdi), onları almayacağız; 12-13 kişi gideceğiz o kadar kişi kapasitesi varmış teknenin…
– Aman iyi, zaten pek sevemedim onları; hem 20 kişinin hepsi her şeyi hep beraber yapamaz..

Dedim ve yemeğe oturduk… Yemekten sonra aşağıda barda buluştu herkes… Benim cosy tarzım (o zaman bunun adının bu olduğunu da bilmiyordum gerçi) ortama uygundu, sonuçta burası bir yazlık sitenin barı, hatta bar da denemez, gündüz patates kızartması makarna falan aldığın tezgahta gece sexonthebeach yapıyorlar yani… Enteresan şekilde Cenk’in ertesi günkü geziden dışladığı kızlar sanki düğüne gider gibi geldiler, yanlarındaki çocuklar da öyle, kot pantolonlar gömlekler falan.. Sümbül ve 1-2 kafa hatunla artık paylaşılmış erkekleri de bize daha yakındı tarz olarak (tam bir vurur yüze ifadesi hali yani)… Bizim tarzımız “sitede kalıyoruz”, kokoşların tarzı da “Bodrum’a gidiyoruz” diye bağırdığı için konuşmaya bile gerek kalmadı ve birer biradan sonra ekip kendiliğinden ikiye ayrıldı…
Havuz başında bir saat kadar vakit geçirdik ve biraları götürdük… Sonrasında anne-baba tayfası inince biz de Erdem de Bahattin abiden garson çocukla iki kasa birayı aşağıda sahildeki su dolabına taşıtmasını ve hesabı da bize yazmasını istedi; hep beraber sahile geçtik… Güzel bir ilk gece (benim için) geçti; sabahtan beri bir arada olsak da aslında kimse kimseyi doğru dürüst tanımıyordu, bütün ÜNV’ler benzer tarihlerde tatil olduğundan herkes siteye yeni gelmiş sayılırdı ve birbirimizin isimlerinden başka çok da bir şey bilmiyorduk… Cenk’in liderliğinde herkes kısaca kendini anlattı önce… grup ufaldığı için samimiyet çoğalmıştı ve sorular, cevaplar, karşı sorular derken biraların da etkisiyle bir iki saat sonra kendimizi cesaret kısmı olmayan bir doğruluk-cesaret oyununda bulmuştuk.. Tek fark şişe falan çevrilmiyor, genelde Cenk veya Erdem sorguyu başkasına yöneltene kadar hedefteki kişinin içini dışına çıkartıyorduk… Tabi genelde ben inisiyatif alıp silahları bu ikisine çeviriyordum arada… O sırada Ali ve Sümbül sadece benim fark ettiğimi sandığım şekilde birbirlerine dokunuyorlardı – ki bir süre sonra “biz biraz yürüyelim hava alalım” diye kalkıp dibe doğru gittiler; tabi arkalarından atılan “ biz ne soluyoruz burada, siyanür mü?” lafına da hayvan gibi güldük… 20 dk sonra geldiler zaten pespembe yanaklarla; Ali göz kırptı, istediğini almıştı sonunda…

Saat 00:00 olduğunda bahçe ve plaj aydınlatması kapandı ve ondan sonraki kısa dönemde de ben daha rahat hareket ettim; bir Cenk’in kucağına yatıyorum, Cenk başımı Erdem de bacaklarımı okşuyor belli etmeden; bir öteki tarafa dönüyorum, Cenk’in elini kıçımca hissederken Erdem omzumla karışık memelerimin üzerinde dolaştırıyor parmaklarını… Epey bi bira içip kafayı bulmuştum; hatta arada isteğim üzerine Cenk bara gidip bir şişe sert SOB yaptırmıştı, onun da yarıya yakınını ben içmiştim sahibi olaraktan… Tam artık “kafamdan çöp çekeyim ve kim çıkarsa onu çalılıklara götürüp kendimi bir güzel siktireyim” diye düşünürken Cenk kalkıp “hadi bakalım herkes yatsın dinlensin, yarın büyük gün(!); sabah 09.00’da kim sahildeyse onlarla kalkar bu gemi” dedi ve geceyi bitirdi… Her ikisinde bu “çok da önemli değil aslında sex falan” yaklaşımı vardı; bazen çekici geliyordu bu tavır, bazen de uyuz oluyordum.. O anda feci uyuz olmuştum ve sırf bunun gıcıklığına Erdem’e dönüp onu eve falan atacakken verilen emre ilk o uydu ve yerinden doğrulup şişeleri toplayıp çöp variline yürümeye başladı… Ali de zaten bir günde iki defa seviştiği için eve gitmeye oldukça razı görünüyordu; keza Sümbül de… Artık ben de millete uydum ve kuzu kuzu yukarı yürüdüm; kuzenlerden intikamımı da onların yanında değil, yolun yarısına kadar Ali-Sümbül çiftine üçüncü, sonra da Ali’nin damı olarak sarılıp yürüyerek aldım (kendimce aldım yani güya, yine sallamadılar tabi)… Evde verandaya uzanıp Ali’ye Sümbül skorunu en ince ayrıntısına kadar anlattırdım fısıltıyla ve o gazla odama gidip kendimi tatmin etmek istesem de; duş bile alamadan yatağa devrilip sızdım… (olmadı ya, yine bitiremedim yazıyı… yazdıkça başka detaylar hatırlıyorum ve onları yazmazsam olmazmış gibi geliyor… Bakalım devamını ne zamana yazacağım)..

Nerede kalmıştık; sabah yine güneş röntgen ışını gibi her yerime girince zorlukla açtım gözümü.. Sanki hiç ara vermeden sabaha kadar içmişim de yarım saat sızmışım gibi hissediyordum kendimi.. Bu defa önce panjuru indirdim; sonra çantamdan zorlukla bir tane alcaseltzer muadili çıkarıp “asla içmeyin” dedikleri musluk suyuyla götürdüm ve yatağa döndüm… İçimden de dua ediyorum “alla’m n’olur ayılayım, günüm bok olmasın”… 1-1,5 saat falan daha uyuduğumda Ali’nin alarmı ikimizi birden uyandırdı.. Çok az iyileşmiş olsam da kafam hala balon gibiydi.. Kimseye çaktırmamaya çalışarak kahvaltıya çıktım; Ali durumumu soru, iyiyim dedim, daha iyi olurum… Saat 08:30’u geçince hemen odama indim, kumaş çantama üzerimdekine ilave birkaç takım bikini ve havlu, güneş kremi, discman falan tıkıştırıp yukarı çıktım ve Ali’ye bağırmaya başladım haddiiiiii! diye… Biliyordum ki bizim cool ikili harbiden saat 0900’da kim varsa onla çıkarlar denize…

Sahile indiğimizde ekip çoktan tamamdı; beni ilk Cenk gördü ve Jack Nicholson gözlüklerinin arkasındaki inanılmaz sırıtışıyla geldi yanıma; “günaydın prenses, çok mu içirdik sana akşam” diye her iki dudağımdan (yani yanaktan denemez buna, dudaklarımın sağ ve sol yanından) öptü beni titreterek… Ondan ayrılıp diğerlerine doğru yürüdüğümde de biraları bota yükleyen Erdem geldi bu defa yanıma; kolunu belime atar gibi kalçamdan kavrayıp kendine çekti ve boynuma bol koklamalı ve çok ıslak bir tek öpücük kondurdu “smrsfmsff” şeklinde içine çekerek beni… Ona da ayrı eridim tabi…

Her defasında 4 kişi 3-4 posta halinde tekneye nakil işleri de yapıldı ve demiri alıp çıktık yola… Dümende Cenk vardı; demir alınırken Erdem’in yanına baş tarafa gittim; çapa yerine oturunca beni kayığın önündeki (onlar kayık diyorlardı bindiğimiz gemiye) uzun sopamsı şeye çıkardı; sağında solunda teller ve altında da hamak gibi bir şey vardı ama yine de düşmeyeyim diye kollarımın altından karnım göğsüm karışık sıkıca tuttu beni.. Ben de kendimi tamamen Erdem’e yasladım ve meşhur Leonardo-Kate sahnesini film daha yokken yapmış bulunduk böylece ))))) Yani yanlış hatırlamıyorsam daha yoktu, öyle bir geyik dönmedi çünkü…

Bir süre sonra sabah kahveleri için kıç tarafa geri döndük… Cenk biraz kıskanmış mıydı yoksa ben mi bari biraz olsun kıskanmış olmasını istediğimden bana öyle geldi; tam anlamadım ama dümene Cenk’in yanına gittim kahvemi alıp… Cenk beni dümenci koltuğuna oturttu, tekne ahşap olmasına rağmen koltuk uçak koltuğu ile bar sandalyesi karışımı birşeydi.. Böyle yüksek ama arkaya dayanma yeri varla yok arası, oturmaktan çok kıçını dayıyorsun ama o an 1.90’lık iki deveye göre ayarlı olduğundan ben üstüne sıçrayıp tünemek zorunda kaldım.. Tabi Cenk de hemen var olmayan sırt dayaması olarak yapıştı arkama.. Bak bu otopilot, şu derinlik göstergesi.. ekrandaki 270 gittiğimiz yön, sağa azıcık çevir bak (kollarımı uygun açıya getirme ayağına memelerimi tutmalar falan tabi) 285 oldu.. Şimdi terse çevir, hah 270’de bırak düğmeye bas.. tamamdır kendi gider artık…

Öyle öyle epey bir yol gittik; kahveler yerini biraya bıraktı, ben çivi çiviyi söksün diye hızlı hızlı iki tane yuvarladım; kızlar ve hatta birkaç erkek ön tarafa ve tavan mıdır işte oraya yayıldık ikişerli gruplar halinde.. Tekne güya 12 kişilikti ama 20 tane falan minder vardı güneşlenmek için, o an aslında kapasite derdi olmadığını, sadece istediklerini çağırdıklarına emin oldum bu geziye… 10.30 gibi bir küçük ada’msının dalga almayan tarafına yanaştık; demir suya, bir de Erdem arkadan yüzerek gidip bir kayaya kalınca bir ip bağladı (şu an bu işlemin koltuk alma olduğunu biliyorum ama o zaman bilmiyordum, o yüzden gerçekçi fon olsun böyle yazıyorum; yoksa bugün kendim bile yanaşırım yani hahaayyt!) ve döndü.. Motor susunca bir dinginlik oldu ki anlatamam, bir saattir inanılmaz kafamızı skiyormuş biz farkında olmadan… Çok kısa zaman sonra da Erdem müzik işine el attı ve ana uygun mistik bir müzik doldurdu ortamı… Herkes aynı anda kendini buz gibi suya bıraktı…Ali ve Sümbül karaya çıkıp adacıkta gezmeye çalıştılar ama çıplak ayakla pek başarılı olamadılar.. Ben bir süre sonra Cenk’in peşinden sudan çıktım; telefonla konuşan Cenk’ten işaretle bir bira daha istedim; koca bir dolabı açıp işaretle karşılığında öpücük istediğini belirtti ve aldı da; ben de kutuyu alıp yeniden terasımsıya tırmandım ve uzandım sere-serpe…

Bu sırada Erdem bitti yanımda; güneş yakmaya başlamıştı ve bir elimde bira diğer elimde sigara olduğundan “bana yağ sürer misin” dedim çantamı işaret ederek… “Süreyim ama önce seni düzgün kurulamamamız lazım” dedi kuralcı ama tatlı gıcıklığıyla… Yandan kimin olduğunu bilmediğim bir havluyu aldı… boynumdan başlayarak nazikçe gezdirmeye başladı vücudumda… Memelerimi gereğinden fazla ama son derece etkili şekilde yoğurup bir de “bunlar çok su tutuyor, tenin yağı emmeden damlarsa işe yaramaz” diye göz kırpıp gülümsedi… meme uçlarım sertleştiğinde sanki işin bir parçasıymış gibi onları da havlunun üzerinden iki parmağının arasına aldı ve güzelce istasyon ayarı yaptı ))) bu arada aşağı inerken karnımı da hiç ihmal etmedi, hafiften azmaya başlamıştım ve parmaklarını bikinimin altında hissetmek istiyordum bir an önce; bir taraftan okşuyor ama bir taraftan da gerçekten kuruluyordu… Zaten bu sakinlik hali her ikisinde birbirine benzeyen tek şeydi ve karşı taraf için (ben) son derece kudurtucuydu… Sonunda havluyla karışık bikinimin alt kısmına yani amıma geldi… belli belirsiz kurulayıp her iki elinin başparmağını tüylerimin tam üzerinde gezdirmeye başladı… Beklediğimden daha kısa sürede aşağı devam edeceğini zannedip “altı da çok su tutuyor” diye gaz verdim deyim yerindeyse.. Bu işaretimi de gülümseyerek karşıladı ve “bir kontrol edelim madem” diye iki başparmağını bikinimin yanlarından içeri sokuverdi… O an neredeyse bağıracaktım zevkten; parmakları tüylerimin üzerinde geziniyor, arada sırayla ereksiyon halindeki klitorisimi de okşuyordu… Belim kendiliğinden havaya kalkmaya başlamıştı, daha derine gidebilsin diye kalçam da… o sırada bir parmağı amımın sırılsıklam olmuş yerine denk geldi ve içeri doğru kayıverdi… Hmmm! Yapıp “bu ıslaklığı havluyla kurutamayız, onla sonra ilgilenmek gerek” diye gülümsedi ve aşağı doğru devam etti.. bacaklarımı biraz araladı, teker teker baldırlarımı havluyla silerken baş parmağını amımın üzerine, işaret parmağının yan tarafını da yarığımın içine dayıyordu… Ama cool olduğu için orada da durmayıp aşağı doğru devam etti ve ayaklarımı da bitirip havluyu bir kenara attı… Yağı açtı, avcuna bir miktar döktü, kapağını kapattı, bir yana koydu ve önce bir ayağımı aldı avuçlarının arasına… Yaptığı iş yağlamak değil düpedüz masajdı ve çok iyi biliyordu masajı… Ayağımdaki erojen bölgeleri keşfettim kısa sürede… Aynı şeyi diğer ayağıma da yaptı; sonra yavaş yavaş yukarı doğru çıkmaya başladı; kasıklarımla karışık yaptığı üst bacak yağlaması sırasında zevkten ölecek gibi oldum; inanılmaz acıkmıştım ve kimse umurumda değildi; bir an evvel yemek istiyordum, hemen oracıkta… bacaklarım bittiğinde onları iki yana açtı, arasına öyle bir yerleşti ki o da hemen şortundan çıkartıp bikinimi sıyırıp oracıkta içime sokacak diye umuda bile kapıldım bir an… Yapmadı tabi… Avcuna yeniden yağ döküp karnımı kavurmaya başladı bu defa… bu arada vücuduma da iltifatlar ediyordu, sporcu bedenim olduğundan falan bahsediyordu.. Kafam uğulduyordu çünkü demir gibi sertleşmiş Erdem her defasında amıma baskı yapıyordu… Bir posta daha yağ aldı eline ve omuzlarıma sürdü uzanarak.. O uzanınca içime girecek gibi oldu neredeyse, ben de kendimi ona bastırmaya başladım istemsizce… Ellerinde kalan son yağı da bikinimin altından memelerime sürmeye başladı… Kudurmuştum o an… ister görsünler, ister videoya çeksinler; hemen orada bu işi yapmak istiyordum… Ellerinden birini mememden çektiğinde elini tuttum ve amıma götürdüm… Ona yolunu gösterip sikine yapıştım iştahla… kocaman olmuştu ama daha önemlisi demir gibi sertti o da… “Bunu… burada… yapamayız..” gibi bir şeyler mırıldandı ama eli amıma değdiğinde ben geri dönülmez yola girmiştim zaten… bir parmağını içime soktuğunu fark ettim ama canım yanmadı, zaten kaymıştım artık ve bekaretimi parmakla mı sikle mi yarakla mı demir çubukla mı kaybettiğimin de o an hiç önemi yoktu… aceleyle elimi şortunun içine soktum ama daha Erdem’i elime alır almaz da boşalmaya başladım…

kendime geldiğimde yan yatıyordum ve tepemde Erdem de bana gülümsüyordu… “Bacaklarını o kadar kastın ki bakiresin sandım” dedi gülerek.. O an “ e eveet bakireyim” diyecektim ama bunu bir engel olarak görmesinden korkup kelimeleri ağzımdan çıkarken zorlukla yakalayıp yuttum… O anda aşağıdan “kuzen koltuk alınacak” diye Cenk bağırdı.. Erdem de tamaamm! Diye ayağa kalkıp herhangi bir adım atarmış gibi basitçe teknenin en tepesinden balıklama atladı suya ve kıyıya yüzmeye başladı… kısa süre sonra millet geldi ve yelken direğinin altındaki güneşlenme minderlerine kuruldu… Ben üstte kraliçe arı olarak tek başımaydım ve yüzükoyun yatmış, yeni yeni kendime geliyordum… Motor çalıştı… Irgatın sesi ve zincirin şakırdaması duyuldu, sonra gaz açıldı ve gitmeye başladık… Zinciri Cenk almış olmalı ki kısa süre sonra yanıma geldi; omzuma bir öpücük kondurup bir isteğim olup olmadığını sordu… “Birer bira ve sırtımın yağlanmasını istiyorum” diye cevap verdim… puff! Diye yok oldu ve 10sn sonra siparişlerimle birlikte yanımda bitti… bira kutusunu açıp başucuma koydu, yanıma yüzükoyun uzandı az önce yaşadığım orgazm yüzünden boncuk boncuk terlemiştim ve nefes alışım daha düzene girmemişti bile.. dirseklerimin üzerine doğruldum.. Gözlerinin içine bakarak gülümsedim, o da o güzel gülümsemesini tattırdı bana… 1dk önce hayatımın erkeği Erdem’di, şimdi ise yok olmuştu resmen, her yerim Cenk’le dolmuştu… Böyle bir etkisi vardı ikisinin de üzerimde… Konuşmaya başladık:
– N’oldu niye dağıldın böyle… iyi misin?
– Yok ya iyiyim… Erdem… yağ sürdü de…
– Heheh.. epey yağ sürmüş o zaman…
– )))
– E sırtına da ben süreyim o zaman…
– Dur biraz yüzünü göreyim, sonra sür.. (bir sigara yaktı ve ağzıma verdi)
– Hoşlanıyor senden…
– Ben de ondan… hem de çok…
– …(buruldu sanki farkında bile olmadan)
– Ama senden de… en az ondan hoşlandığım kadar…
– Farkındaydım zaten.. Erdem de farkındadır…E n’apacaksın? Kimi seçeceksin..?
– Seçmeyeceğim…
– Ne demek o?
– Ben seçmeyeceğim… Öyle karar verdim…
– E kim seçecek?
– Siz seçeceksiniz…
– Neden biz?
– Çünkü ikiniz de farklı yerlerime dokunuyorsunuz… (o sırada Cenk kıçımı okşuyor) ve ben ikisinden de ikinizden de vazgeçmek istemiyorum…
– Evet, o memelerine dokundu ben de popona ahahah..
– ))) pisleşme yav.. (kalkıp bacaklarıma oturdu ve hem yağlayıp hem okşarken konuşmaya devam ettik)..
– Peki ya biz de seçmek istemezsek, yani kimiz de vazgeçmezsek..?
– Bilmem… böyle devam eder işte… (bu sırada Cenk’in iki parmağı birden arkadan bikinimin içine sızdı)
– Nasıl olacak ki böyle..?
– Bilmem.. bak, az önce Erdem’leyken az kaldı şeyini şortundan çıkarıp zorla içime sokacaktım, tam o sırada birden boşalmasam emin ol yapardım da.. Şimdi ise senin aşağıdan millet görecekken bikinimi yana çekip içime girmeni, buracıkta denizin üzerinde bekaretimi bozmanı herşeyden çok istiyorum (NE DEDİM BENN!!!)
– Piuuvvv! (ellerini çekti refleks gibi…) Nasıl ya? Sen bakire misin? Nasıl ya!?! Hiç mi??
– Öhü… Yani birşeyler yaşadım tabi ama bir türlü sonuna kadar gitmedim.. Biliyorsun kısmen zaten; tam ergenlikte babamların kazası falan; biraz geciktirdi bu tip şeyleri yaşamamı…
– Peki üniversite?? Koca sene GSF’de o kadar çocuklar, hocalar, artistler..?
– Ya olmadı işte… Gereksiz bir defans yaptığımdan falan da değil, kısmet değilmiş…
– Kısmet bugüneymiş yani ahahahah..
– Ahahahs)))))))
– Ben o seçimi zaten yapamazdım ama artık kesinlikle geri adım atmam… (parmakları yeniden amımın ve götümün üzerinde yerini aldı, bu defa daha temkinli) Sen seçmiyorsan ben de seçmiyorum…
– Neden? Kızlığımı bozmak için mi?
– Evet yani… Aslında evet ve hayır… Evet, seninle sevişmek çok muhteşem olacaktır, ama senin bunu ilk yaşadığın an orada olmak, yani seni… yani…
– Yani?
– Yani bak açık konuşayım kusura bakma; seni “sikmenin” muhteşemliği yanında, hatta bundan çok, bir de senin gibi bir kız ilk defa sikilirken orada olup buna şahit olma, gözlerinin içine bakma ve senin o duyguyu tadışını seyretme fırsatı ancak o kişi olmakla mümkün… yani asıl kaçırmak istemediğim şey sanki o artık… Çünkü seni yanlış değerlendirmişim, sen erkekleri siken kızlar gibi davranıyorsun; baksana sitede ikimiz dışındaki o artistler falan resmen korkuyor senden; o yüzden acayip büyük bir sürpriz oldu bu; sıradan bir bakire kız hevesi değil yani..
– Hmmm…

Tam o sırada aşağıdan Erdem bağırdı… Ceeeennkk! Çift üçgen şamandıra ne demekti…? Cenk yaşadığı andan zorlukla sıyrılıp ufka baktı.. Gerçekten önümüzde 100 metre kadar ilerimizde sarı bir şamandıra vardı, üzerinde iki tane siyah şekil vardı… “Hay skicem kardinal (kardinal mi piskopos mu ne) yanlış dönecek kayalara çıkıcaz” diye söylenip terastan aşağı zıpladı tek hamlede ve 10 sn sonra sağa (sancak eheheh) sert bir dönüş yaptık… Sağımdan geç demekmiş herhalde…

Vakit öğlene yaklaşmıştı; Erdem ve Ali Sümbül ve diğer kızları organize ederek mutfağa (artık ona ne kadar mutfak denirse) soktular; birileri salata yapıyor, birisi makarna haşlıyor, et falan da kızartıyorlar işte sosis köfte vs… Ben de aşağı indim ve gölgedeki U şeklinde döşeğe (bagança mı ne) yayıldım.. Prenses olduğum için ne kimse bir işin ucundan tutturmaya çalışıyor, ne de zaten benim niyetim var öyle bir şeye… Sıkıldım ve dikildim yattığım yerden; teknenin kıç tarafında uzun bir iskelemsi şey uzanıyordu arkaya doğru, altında da bot asılıydı, jetski de suda iple bağlı geliyordu peşimizden… oraya çıktım biraz dümen suyumuzu seyrettim.. Sonra orada yatmak iyi bir fikir gibi geldi, yattım ama terse eğimli olduğundan çok rahat olmadı, düşecek gibi oldum… Tırsıp tekrar dikildim yerimde, biramdan koca bir yudum aldım, yüzüm tekneye bakar şekilde bağdaş kurdum.. Yağlı vücudum orada esen rüzgardan diken diken olmuştu, bikinimin yanlarından kasıklarımın gerildiğini ve amımın da hiç olmadığı kadar şişik olduğunu, çok az bir sıvının astarı tarafından da emilemeyip antrasit bikinimin rengini siyaha çeviren bir nokta bıraktığını falan gördüm.. Kendimi inceledim böyle bir süre… Neden sonra birinin de beni izlediği gibi bir hisse kapılıp kafamı kaldırdığımda dümendeki Cenk’le gözgöze geldik… Gözleriyle kukumu işaret ederek çok istediğini belirtircesine alt dudaklarını ısırdı çaktırmadan; utanıp eğdim kafamı, ben de çok istiyordum… onları…!!!

Bir süre sonra kızlar sofrayı kurmaya başladılar; Cenk teknenin hızını azaltıp otopilota aldı, uzakta hayal meyal görülen bir adaya gidiyorduk bu sefer… Etrafı kolaçan etti ve “kimsecikler yok, böyle gider kendi kendine” dedi ve masaya geldi; zaten o yıllarda Bodrum’un karası da denizi de henüz boş sayılırdı… Herkes toplandı masa başında; bolca bira eşliğinde yemekler yendi, şakalaşıldı.. Sağımda Cenk solumda Erdem vardı ve her an bazen biri bazen ikisi birden çok çaktırmadan okşuyordu bedenimi… Bense iki elim de masanın üzerinde şekilde hem anın keyfini çıkarıyor, hem de biraları ardı ardına yutuyordum…

Saat daha henüz öğle olmuştu ama zaten tam ayılamadan güne başladığımdan da olsa gerek çakırlıkla sarhoşluk arasındaki o ince çizginin her iki tarafına gider-gelir şekildeydim… Kendimi gitgide daha halsiz gibi hissediyordum, ürpermekle üşümek arasındaydım – ki aslında bir yandan da yanıyordum… Başka zaman olsa düpedüz hastayım der çekilirdim ama bugün olamazdı yani öyle bir şey; kendim dahil kimseye çaktırmamaya çalıştığım şey de güneş ve bira tarafından acayip çarpılmış olduğumdu aslında…

Yemek bitip sofra toplanana kadar o adaya da vardı tekne yavaş yavaş… Uzaktan görüldüğü gibi kıç kadar kayalık falan değildi, U şeklinde bir de sahili olan kocaman bir adaydı ve tepesinin bir tarafında da kendiliğinden yıkılmakla yıkılmamak arasında kararsız kalmış taş bir bina vardı, işlemelerinden klişe olduğu anlaşılıyordu uzaktan.. Cenk biraz anlattı ortalığa, yukarıda çok eski bir manastır varmış, avlusunda bir taş çeşme mi kuyu mu ne, ona elini sürüp kuyuya saçından birkaç tel atanın dileği gerçek olurmuş vs. vs. salakça bir efsane işte… Tabi herkes “gidelim” oldu; ben kendimi iyi hissetmediğimi teknede kalacağımı söyledim; Erdem “ben fakındayım seni güneş çarptı” dedi… O da benle kalmaya karar verdi; tabi o kalınca Cenk de kalacaktı el mahkum… Ama Cenk kızlardan birini ve milletin güneş gözlüğü sandalet ayakkabı gibi ıvır zıvırını alıp kıyıya götürdü, kalanlar da yüzerek gittiler…

Teknenin kıçındaki gölgede cenin gibi olmuştum ve nefret ediyordum bu halimden; dışarıya gösterdiğimden çok daha kötü durumdaydım ve bir an evvel sıyrılmam gerekiyordu bu halden; 35 derece havada üşüyordum resmen… Erdem geldi yanıma yattı ve bana sarıldı… Onun teni bile üşüttü beni… Sıcaklığımı o da fark edip yanıyorsun, kötüsün sen, başka bira içme, su ve ayran iç” deyip elimden bira kutusunu aldı… O sırada Cenk de kıyıdan dönmüş ve botu tekneye bağlıyordu… Kendi kendime tercih yapmayacağım derken gergilikten o kadar çok içmiş ve güneşte kalmıştım ki zaten biraz daha kötüleşirsem hiç tercih yapmama gerek kalmayacaktı… Kuş beynimle düşündüm; tenim çok sıcaktı ve o sıcaklığı azaltırsam durumun da normale döneceğine karar verdim… karaya çıkmak için suya atlayanlardan duymuştum burada denizin acayip soğuk olduğunu ve bir anda ayağa kalkıp “ben biraz kendime geleyim” diyerek köşeden bıraktım bedenimi yerçekimine… Son anda ikisinden biri “yapma!” diye bağırdı ve neden bunu dediğini de 1sn sonra anladım zaten… O sıcak vücutla o koydaki buz gibi suya (azmak mı ne varmış) düştüğümde bir anda kollarım çenem bacaklarım olduğu gibi kilitlendi; tuzlu su olmasa yüzeye çıkabileceğimi bile sanmıyorum… Zaten hemen arkamdan Erdem atladı suya ve bana sarılıp çıkardı yüzeye… “Del mizin kızım sen, şoka gireceksin” diye kızarak beni aldı ve teknenin yanından sarkan merdivene götürdü, çıkmama yardım etti… Gerçekten de su şok edici derecede soğuktu veya bana öyle gelmişti kendi sıcaklığım nedeniyle, Kendi vücudumu zor taşıyordum, merdivende doğrulamadım bile ama alttan Erdem üstten Cenk itip çekerek güverteye aldırlar beni zar zor… hemen bütün havlulara sararak bagançaya yatırdılar… nefes almak bile zordu o an, her yerim kilitlenmişti resmen… ciddi derecede de titriyordum… Erdem gelip arkama yattı ve bana sarıldı; Cenk de önüme yattı; kendileri de havluların altına girdiler ve vücudumu sıvazlamaya başladılar… Pek öyle okşama modunda değildi yaptıkları, daha çok keseleme gibiydi – ki demek onlar da korkuyorlardı yani bana bir şey olacak diye… Bir süre sonra hafif normalleşir gibi oldum ama hala çok üşüyor ve titriyordum… “Çok üşüşüyorum, bikinim ıslak” dedim; daha der demez ikisi birden atak yapıp hem üstümü hem altımı çekip alıverdiler… Bu hem iyi geldi hem de çok hoşuma gitti; ilk o an keyif almaya başladım durumdan… Erdem arkamdaydı ve onun da şortu ıslaktı, bir adım ileri gitmek geldi aklıma;
– Şortlarınız da ıslak, donduruyor popomu… dedim…
İkisi birden bu defa kendi şortlarını çıkartıp çırılçıplak kaldılar ve yeniden yapıştılar vücuduma (halbuki Cenk’in şortu kuruydu, çıkartmasına gerek yoktu ))))) )… Bir süre yine sıvazlayarak yapıştılar bana.. her ikisinin de siklerini hissediyordum ama gerçekten o an tahrik olmaktan çok mutluydum sadece ve gitgide de ısıtıyorlardı beni… Neden sonra önce Erdem’inki hareketlenmeye başladı.. belime ufak ufak baskı yapıyordu arkadan ve ben de popomu istemsizce ileri geri oynatmaya başladım… Kıçımı Erdem’in bedenine iterken, memelerimi de Cenk’in sert göğüs kaslarına sürtmeye başladım… çok geçmeden Cenk de dikilmeye başladı… Erdem hafif aşağı kaydı ve aletini bacak arama doğu itti, ona yardımcı olmak için ben de bacaklarımı araladım hafifçe… Bir elim de kendi göbeğimin yanındaydı Cenk’in vücuduyla bitişik şekilde, onla da Cenk’in sikini elime aldım ve okşamaya başladım… Yavaşça Cenk’le öpüşmeye başladık.. Erdem de kollarını bana dolayıp memelerimi okşamaya başladı o sırada.. 1-2 dk bu şekilde seviştikten sonra ikisini de biraz itip 180 derece döndüm havluların altında… artık yüzüm Erdem’e kıçım Cenk’e dönüktü…apış aramdan elimi uzatıp Cenk’in sikini tuttum ve yerine yerleştirdim usulca, sonra da hemen Erdem’in sikini aynı elimle alır almaz onun dudaklarına yumuldum… Bir seçim yapmama kararını alırken aklımda bu yoktu ama Cenk’in “sen kızlığını verirken orada olmak ve gözlerine bakmak” lafını ilk duyduğumdan beri sanki bunu ister gibiydim… Doğru ya içime ilk defa bir kişi girecekti ama o anda orada sadece bir kişi olacak diye bir kural da yoktu…

Uzunca bir süre sessizce böyle devam ettikten sonra arkadan kulak memelerimi öpen Cenk ilk lafı etti:
– İlkini böyle mi yapmak istiyorsun Burcu?
– Evet dedim… Kesinlikle evet… İkinizi de istiyorum ilk erkeklerim olarak…
Tai bu Erdem için şok oldu; o henüz bakire olduğumu bilmiyordu… Kafamı kaldırıp etrafa baktım, bizim millet harabelerin adanın öteki tarafına bakan kısmına gitmişlerdi artık ve hafif rüzgar ve uzaktan gelen dalga sesi dışında çık çıkmıyordu koyda.. Yine de an bu kadar açıkta olmak doğru gelmedi… Bir ara işemek için indiğimde aşağıda baş tarafta kocaman yatağı olan bir kabin görmüştüm; aklıma o geldi ve ayağa kalktım; erkellerime döndüm; her ikisinin de ellerinden tuttum.. O sırada onlar da manzaralarına bakıyorlardı..

– Aşağı gidelim mi? dedim istekli şekilde…

Hiç ikiletmediler, okul öncesi çocuları gibi elele tutuşup dümenin yanındaki kapıdan geçip 2-3 basamak inerek koridora girdik önce… Cenk önümden yürüyordu, Erdem de ardımdan; bir an Edem’in elini bırakıp arkadan Cenk’in muhteşem görünen sırtına sarıldım… Cenk durdu, sırtını öpmeye başladım, bir elimi de arkaya atıp el yordamıyla Erdem’i skinden tutup kendime çektim; o da bana hatta benle birlikte Cenk’e sarıldı; nereye çeksen oraya gider bir yumak olduk bir anda ama birimizin bile şikayeti yoktu durumdan.. O şekilde öpüşe yiyişe 3 metreyi on dakikada yürüyüp kabin kapısından içeri yuvarlandık… yatak gerçekten çok büyüktü; üzerinde mavi beyaz çizgili, kenarlarında dümen çapa vs. resimler olan bir örtü vardı…

Yine yanmaya başlamıştım ama bu defa kendimi halsiz falan hissetmiyordum… Cenk’i yatağa ittim… İstemsizce oturdu yatağa; bu sırada ilk defa Cenk’in sikini gözümle ve tam gördüm; öyle hayvani büyüklükte değildi ama büyüktü; asıl önemlisi çok güzel şekli vardı… Dibinden ince gibi başlıyor, giderek kalınlaşıp sonra ucuna doğru yine inceliyor ve boyuna göre neredeyse küçük, teniyle hemen hemen aynı renkte bir başla bitiyordu… Erdem’e döndüm… Onu biri sabah olmak üzere iki defa tutmuştum ve Cenk’e göre kısa ama acayip kalın olduğunu hissetmiştim.. Görünce yanılmadığımı anladım.. Kısa değildi ama kalkınca sucuk gibi büküldüğünden kısa gibi hissettiriyordu ama acayip kalındı, daha önemlisi o kalınlıkla bile neredeyse orantısız büyüklükte, kocaman bir başı vardı ve mosmordu… Zaten skinin kalanı da sanki organ nakli yapılmış gibi koyuydu tenine göre… Açıkçası bu görüntü çok iyiydi ve durup biraz seyrettim ikisini de; onlar da anın büyüsünü bozmamak için ses çıkartmadılar ve beni seyrettiler… Bir yatağa, bir kapıya yürüyüp her ikisini de öptüm uzunca.. Sonra sonrasında ne yapacağım konusunda fazla bir fikrim olmadığını fark ettim… Sordum;
– Nasıl yapacağız?
Cenk cevap verdi:
– Bu senin büyük günün… Sen nasıl istersen öyle yapacağız / yapacaksın…

Erdem’in yanına gittim ve elinden tutup onu da yatağa götürdüm… Cenk’in yanına oturdu ve geriye doğru uzandı… Eğilip Cenk’i uzun uzun öptüm, bu sırada bir elim de Erdem’in sikindeydi.. Okşadıkça daha da kalınlaşıyor gibi geldi ve o an önce Cenk’le yapmak istediğimi anladım; bu an acılar içinde geçmezdi ve Erdem’inki gerçekten acı verecek gibi duruyordu… Eğilip Erdem’in sikini ağzıma aldım.. Daha doğrusu almaya çalıştım ama gerçekten ağzıma bile zor giriyordu başı… bu sırada popom Cenk’e dönük olduğundan önce parmaklarıyla oynamaya başladı benle.. Çok ıslaktım; açıkçası o an Cenk şak diye girse sorun çözülüverecekti.. Ama o kalkıp arkama çömeldi ve beni yemeye başladı… Resmen yiyordu, dudaklarımı, kiltorisimi öyle kibar falan davranmadan dişleriyle acıta acıta ısırıyordu.. Acının nasıl zevke dönüştüğünü önceden bildiğim için hiç ses etmedim ben de.. Edem’i daha bir hırsla ağzıma sokup çıkartmaya başladım… Bu sırada yenden bir elimle de Cenk’in sikine uzandım; zorlukla da olsa başından tutabildim… Ben bunu yapınca da Cenk bu defa götümün yanaklarını hatta amımla anüsüm arasındaki yeri ısırmaya başladı… Alla’m ölüyordum zevkten… Plan falan kalmamıştı kafamda; kendimden geçmek üzereydim; zorlukla doğrulmaya çalıştım; yatağın hemen bitimindeki direğe tutundum ama Cenk de peşimden avcı gibi geliyor, kafasını kıçımdan bir an olsun çıkartmıyordu… Erdem de doğruldu; ikisi de dizlerinin üzerindeydiler, ikisi de demir gibi serttiler; farklı tarzlarda olsalar da ikisi de çok güzel siklerini bana doğrultmuştular.. Ben de direğin dibine doğru geri geri gidip soğuk metale yapıştırdım amımı; sanki direği içime sokmak ister gibi dömelmiştim.. sikleri tutup kendime çektim, birbirine olabildiğince yanaştırdım ve birini sokup diğerini çıkartmaya başladım ağzıma… Dudaklarım, çenem boynum sırılsıklam olmuştu tükürükten.. hırsla ağzıma sokarken Cenk bazen boğazıma kadar giriyordu ama durmaya öğürmeye kusmaya hiç niyetim yoktu, hiçbirşey o anı bok edemezdi açıkçası… Erdem ise artık ağzıma tamamen girebiliyor ama çıkarken dişlerime takılıyordu feci şekilde, artık canı yanıyor muydu bilmem; ben yapmadım sonuçta o ski, idare ediversindi artık :p

Bu arada Cenk beni ağzı dili ve dişleriyle bir defa boşaltmıştı ve ben de artık nasıl yapacağımızı düşünmeye başlamıştım.. Senin istediğin gibi olacak derken ciddilerdi çünkü hiç aksiyon almamışlardı o ana kadar; benim dediklerimi yapıp zevk almaya bakıyorlardı ikisi de…

Kararımı verdim; Erdem’i elinden tutup ayağa kaldırdım ve yatak dibindeki direğin öteki tarafından dolandırdım; ben dizlerimiz üzerindeydim, Erdem ayaktaydı ve yatak biraz yüksekte oldğundan aynı boyda gibiydik o an.. Yüzlerimiz birbirine dönük ve aramızda direk vardı.. bir memem direğe, bir memem Erdem’in göğsüne yapışmıştı… yanda tuvalet kapısı tam boy aynaydı ve arkamdaki Cenk’i de görüyordum oradan.. Elimi arkaya atıp Cenk’in sikini tuttum; çekerek onu da kendime yapıştırdım; sikini popomun arasından soktum ve amımın bütün suları üzerine akacak şekilde ön taraftan çıktı; bir elim Cenk’in sikini amıma bastırır, bir elim Edem’in sikini sıvazlar şekilde; gözüm hem Erdemde hem de aynadan Cenk’i keserek bir müddet tempo tutturduk bu şekilde… Cenk gitgide daha hoyratça gidip gelmeye başladı; bu pozisyonda içime girmek ister gibiydi ki ben de aslında öyle istiyordum… Cenk’in sırılsıklam olmuş sikini; yine sırılsıklam olmuş elimle sırılsıklam olmuş amımın girişine getirdim… orta parmağımla ucunu içeri doğru ittim, Cenk’de kendini ileri itince başı ve bir kısım gövdesi bir yere dayanana kadar ilerledi amımın derinliklerine doğru… O sırada Erdem de dilini boğazıma sokarak hırsla öpmeye başladı beni… Zorlukla aynadan Cenk’le göz-göze geldik ve sanki benden işaret beklediğini hissettim, çok küçük hareketler yapıyordu tam girişimde… Gözümle haydi gibi bi hareket yaptığımda, belimden daha sıkı tutarak kendini kuvvetli şekilde içime itmeye başladı… Ben de aynı anda belimi kırabildiğim kadar kırdım geriye doğru… Çatır… Çatır… çatır… içimde arka arkaya birşeyler parçalanıyordu sanki… tek bir hamlede, hiç durmadan, yavaşça ama kararlı şekilde sikinin tamamı içime girdi ve sanki bir değil beş bekaretim varmış gibi sürekli biryerleri paraçalayarak, kendi yolunu açarak dibimi buldu… Tiz bir çığlık atabildim ancak, Erdem’in dili ağzımın, ağzım da Erdem’in ağzının içinde olduğundan anca o kadar çıktı sesim ama itiraf edeyim sandığımdan çok daha fazla canım yandı.. Cenk geri çıkarken başım ve bedenim biraz aşağı düştü, belim biraz daha eğildi, resmen o ilk acıyı hazmetmeye çalışıyordum ama Cenk beklemediğim şekilde bir kez daha, daha sert ve yine bir seferde tüm sikini içime gömünce bu yeni açı nedeniyle ilkinde girmediği kadar ileri gitti ve ilkinde açamadığı bir kızlığım daha varmış gibi ikincide onu da aynı şekilde parçalayarak ciddi canımı yaktı… Daha fazla gidip gelmesinden korkup kendimi tamamen geriye itip yapıştırdım vücuduna ve ellerimle de kalçasına uzanıp tuttum.. gözümden hem acı hem de duygu dolu yaşlar dökülmeye başladı o an..

Yapmıştım… Artık bakire değildim… ama korkunçtu ya! İnsanların asıl korktuğu anal seksi iki defa yapmıştım ve toplamında bu anın çeyreği kadar canım yanmamıştı… Biliyordum gerçi, ilk sevişmede orgazm muhabbetinin bir yalan olduğunu, duruma göre ikinci hatta üçüncü seferde bile insanın ciddi canının yandığını biliyordum.. Cenk’in sikinin Erdem’inkinden daha az korkutucu olmasına rağmen yine de kocaman olması yüzünden canımın iyi yanacağını da biliyordum.. Ama yine de o an aldığım zevkten bir şey olmaz gibi gelmişti; bu muhteşem sevişme sırasında bekaret de arada kaynar diye beklemiştim sanırım ama acı gerçek… Gözlerimi yaşartacak kadar canım yanıyordu… yana devrildim… Cenk ön tarafıma geçerek yattı; Erdem de arkama geldi… ikisi birden sarıldılar bana.. küçük öpücükler kondurmaya başladılar saçlarıma, omzuma, yarım dakika kadar hafif hafif içimi çekerek ağladım…

Sonra kendime geldim… Tamam, düşündüğüm kadar kolay olmadı ama oldu yani; bunu bok etmemek de benim elimde… Karşımda biri için diğerinden vazgeçemediğim iki erkeğim var; sırf benim istediğim olsun diye belki de ilk defa aynı anda bir kızla yataktalar… Bunu tamamlamam lazım dedim kendi kendime ve Cenk’i yan döndürüp üzerine çıktım… arkadan kanlı ve kaygan sikine uzanıp üstüne getirdim kendimi; bu acı faslını çabucak geçebilmek için nişam aldım ve bir anda dibime kadar sokacak şekilde bırakıverdim bedenimi… Ufff… Eskisi kadar değil ama bu da epey acıdı… Hiç beklemeden hareket etmeye başladım.. Ellerimi Cenk’in göğsüne yaslayıp, ufak ufak kalçalarımı hareket ettirmeye başladım… kendimi aşağıya bastırdıkça Cenk içimde bir yere çarpıyordu ve gitgide daha az canım yanıyordu ama yanıyordu… o sırada bizi seyreden Erdem’e uzandım… Önce sikini sıvazlamaya başladım… Sonra Erdem yattığı yerden doğrulup sikini yüzümün hizasına getirdi ve poposundan tuttuğum gibi onu da çektim kendime… Ben acı çeksem de bari erkeklerim bunu muhteşem bir olay olarak hatırlasın istiyordum… bir ara gözüm amıma kaydı, o acıyı haklı çıkarır derecede sağlam kanamıştım açıkçası… Ben üzerinde hırsla zıpladıkça Cenk hafif hafif inlemeye başladı.. Aslında ben de nefes alırken burnumdan inliyordum o sırada… Yavaş yavaş acı artık arka planda kalmaya başladı… Ben de açıkçası şımardım ve hemen Erdem’i geriye iterek yatağa yatmasını sağladım… Cenk’in üzerinden neredeyse zıplayarak bu defa erdem’in üstüne geçtim; kalın sikinin üzeine oturdum, bir iki git-gel yapıp kendi kayganlığımı, sıvıyla karışık kanımı üzerine yaydıktan sonra hiç tereddüt etmeden alıverdim içime.. daha doğrusu almaya çalıştım ama başını sokana kadar ter içinde kaldım… ama sonrası kolaylaştı.. Erdem içimde Cenk’in dayandığı yere dayanmıyordu ve sanırım Cenkte canımı acıtan da oydu… Amım zaten sımsıkıydı; Erdem alabildiğince kalındı; kanım gitgide pembeleşti ve bir süre sonra beyaz sıvılarım akmaya başladı Erdem’in üzerine… rahatladım… henüz öyle aman aman bir zevk almıyordum ama en azından acı da hissetmiyordum… sonra hızlanmaya başladım.. hızlandıkça Erdem’in sikinin başı ara ara geri çıkma noktasına gelmeye başladı ki o an gerçekten zevk, hem de inanılmaz bir hızla gelmeye başladı.. amımın çevresi uyuşur gibi, karıncalanır gibi, aynı anda çişim varmış gibi sinyalleri ardı ardına vermeye başladı… ağzımdan kesik kesik çığlıklar istemsiz çıkmaya, her defasında ben kendimi kasmaya ve kastıkça Erdem’i içimde daha net hissetmeye başladım… bir elim Cenk’in sikindeydi ama seks için değil, kendimi kaybetmemek, yana düşmemek için tutuyordum resmen o uzun ve benim de 5dk önce resmen ağzıma sıçan siki…

Zevk dalgası biraz yükselince hareketlerim artıyor ve o zaman da canım acıyordu.. Yok sanırım olmayacaktı, ilk seferde orgazm olmaz lafı doğruydu.. O sırada aklıma geldi; bir Cenk’in bir Erdem’in altındaydım (üstünde).. Elimde iki güzel sik vardı.. Benim de iki deliğim vardı.. Neden ikisini birden kullanmayayım ki?? Çok kısa zamanda çok şey düşünüp bir karar verdim; Erdem’i götüme mümkün değil sokamazdım… Belki çok sonra ve hatta birebir yaparsak.. Ama Cenk’en uzununu daha önce almışlığım vardı.. Şu halde tek yapmam gereken olduğum yerde Cenk’i denkleme katmaktı… Bu defa Cnk’i artık yumuşamaya başlamış sikinden tutup doğrulttum.. Bir yandan Erdem’in üzerinde zıplarken diğer taraftan Cenk2i ağzıma aldım ve kısa sürede yeniden demir gibi oldu.. Sonra dönüp “sen de arkama gelsene!” dedim kısık bir sesle.. Cenk önce inanmadı, daha doğrusu doğru duyduğuna inanamadı.. ama sonra elini tutup kendi götümün üzerine getirdiğimde söylediğimi sandığı şeyi gerçekten söylemiş olduğumu anladı ve bunu hep yaparmış gibi hiç tereddür etmeden geçti arkama.. Erdem’in üzerine iyice eğildim; Erdem’in ski içimden çıkmayacak kadar popomu kaldırdım ve Cenk’i beklemeye başladım.. Bu sırada yatağın baş duvarında da enlemesine yerleştirilmiş olan aynadan Cenk’i kesiyordum… Cenk önce yerini aldı; ortada Erdem’in iki bacağı, hemen dışında benim iki bacağım ve en dışta Cenk’in bacakları olacak şekilde yerleşti.. Bir eliyle kıçımı ikiye ayırdı ve o sırada sanırım oldukça soğuk olan götüme yakacak sıcaklıktaki sikinin başı temas etti… Arada gözüm aşağı kaydığında Erdem’le gözgöze geliyorduk, çok eğleniyordu o da… Cenk önce kendinden beklenecek kibarlıkla sikinin başını ufak ufak ittirerek içeri kaydırdı.. Götüm bu konuda daha davetkârdı açıkçası.. Ama sonra tıpkı amıma yaptığı gibi o koca skini tek hamlede değilse de hiç durmadan dibine kadar sokuverdi… Aynı anda Erdem de popomun Cenk’in tutmadığı yerinden tutarak kendi hareketine başladı… İnledim.. Ne zevkten ne acıdan; sanırım içimde aynı anda iki alet olmasının coşkusundan inledim… Götüm acıyordu, amım da belli belirsiz acıyordu.. Ama hepsi birlikte bu olay çok güzel ve çok doğal geliyordu bana.. Sanki seksin doğru şekli buydu da bir yarım saattir bunu bulana kadr saçmalamışız gibi bir histi… Bir süre tempoyu tutturamadıkları için kopmalar oldu hatta kısa bir gülme krizine de girdik hep birlikte… Neden sonra ikisi de durup tempoyu belirlemeyi bana bıraktılar, ben de Cenk’e… Cenk kendini ileri ittiriğinde dibime kadar giriyor, o sırada ben de ileri gittiğim için Erdem çıkıyordu; geri dönerken de Cenk çıkıyor ve Erdem giriyordu.. arada bir noktada ikisi de birbirlerine çarpıyorlardı ve o an inanılmaz kısa kısa zevk kaplıyordu her yanımı, çişimi tutamayacağım gibi hissediyordum o an.. yüzümü Erdem’e çevirdim ve bir an göz göze gelip çılgın gibi öpüşmeye başladık.. O sırada Cenk de hızlanmaya başladı… zaten yavaş yapmayı seven biri değildi sanırım ama doğruı ritmi tutturunca makine gibi sokup çıkartmaya başladı kısa zamanda… Çok sürmeden kasıklarımda bir yanma başladı… canımın yanması gibi değil, alev alev yanmaktan bahsediyorum… Orgazm dğildi ama çok güzeldi o an yaşadığım şey… bundan az sonra da Cenk “ben geliyorum” diye mırıldandı ve bir anda benim tamamen kendine yapıştırıp kalçalarımı koparırcasına sıkarak içime fışkırmaya başladı ahlar ohlar içinde… Boşalması bitince inleyerek yana devrildi… O an Edem’le gözgöze geldik yeniden… Bana bakıp “ben de içine boşalmasam iyi olur” diye gülümseyerek bir anda altımdan sıyrılıverdi ve hop diye arkama geçti nasıl yaptıysa… hiç beklemeden o kalın sikini götüme dayadı ve flop diye içime kayıverdi tek hamlede… Erdeminki acır mı diye düşünmeye bile zamanım olmadı, hepsini o kadar kısa zamanda yaptı ki… Ama acımadı da… Hatta Erdemin sikinin kıvrımından mıdır nedir Murat’ın yaptığında olduğu gibi beklenmedik bir zevk almaya başladım… Ben yine kesik çığlıklar atarken bir an amımda bir el hissettim; baktığımda Cenk yattığı yerden uzun koluyla alttan amıma ulaşmış ve hem klitorisimi sıkıştırıyor hem de iki veya üç parmağını içime sokup çıkartıyordu… Bu daha fazla zevk almam ve artık kesik kesik değil, durmaksızın çığlıklar atmama sebep oldu.. Her tarafım kasılmaya ve nefes almakta zorlanmaya başlamıştım ki bu defa Erdem dibime kadar girip kalçalarımı sıkarak içime boşalmaya başladı… aynı anda ben de belki gücü hayal ettiğimden biraz uzak ama en azından ilk sevişmede yaşandığı için varlığı bile ekstrem denebilecek bir orgazmla boşalmaya başladım…

Herkes sakinleştiğinde Erdem döndü ve “senin bakire olman o kadar büyük sürpriz oldu ki elim ayağıma dolaştı; ne yapacağımı bilemedim” diye gülümsedi… Ben de kendimi her ikisinin ortasına atıp ikisinin de her yerini öperek teşekkür ettim.. Bu arada Cenk kanlı çarşafı kaldırıp gösterdi; “bunu kesip bayrak olarak asalım; sex boat!!” diye bağırdı, ve gülmekten boğulduk üçümüz birlikte…

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It had been two years since Brian and I had seen each other. Longtime friends since junior high school, we’d been separated by going to college hundreds of miles apart. Here now, we were both home for the holidays, ready to see each other. We made plans to meet up with two other friends for pizza, beer and whatever on our second night home.

It was a good time, the four of us, and being joined by others at our local place. Small town Georgia makes it easy to see your friends and reconnect after being away. Some of them were former team mates who had been into sharing cum back in high school, porn jacking, mutual jacking, just getting off. Some were brave enough to do oral and more, a couple had no problem with doing anal. But, with the girls around this night, no one brought it up. Just a few shared stories about fucking girls when the other girls couldn’t hear.

As the night went on, Brian and I got to talk more and more, catching up and such. The night got later and we found ourselves both alone out on the patio outside the place talking about this and that and school. We wound up at a corner, beer bottles in our hands, and got to talking about the old days. I knew he was looking at me, and I was looking at him, that slim toned body in the Under Armour shirt and his jeans. I knew what was under there, he knew what was under my t-shirt and jeans as well.

Things got quiet as we looked into the star-filled Georgia sky, and Brian looked around, then said, “It been a while since you and I have been alone.” I turned to him, eyes to eyes. We were both the same height, I was built a bit more than him, but it had never mattered. His sexy green eyes always captured my blue ones. My mind went back, back to that first time years ago, senior year in high school.

Back then we were standing on his back porch, well after midnight. I don’t remember what we were talking about, but he turned and looked at me, and those eyes caught mine. I had wanted him since like forever, and I knew this had to be then time. I was risking it, but I put my face close to his and he moved closer and his lips met mine. It was electric, and we both got into it, kissing deeply as our bodies drew closer. Arms wrapped around each other, we both submitted to our passion.

“What’s the matter?” I heard, and I brought me back to today. I smiled and said, “I was just thinking about our first night, our first kiss.” Brian put his hands on my hips, and brought me closer, both of us looking around to see if anyone was watching. “I will never forget that,” he whispered, “or the last time we kissed two years ago.” We both looked around again, and no one was in viewing distance, our lips met again, as they had done some many times. His tongue split my lips and I sucked on it, then I returned the favor. I felt my hands grip is firm casino şirketleri butt hard, pulling his crotch against mine.

Two years ago, our last time together, we had been swimming nude. Our tongues danced together as we rubbed cocks against each other’s under water, and I had his ass in a hard grip, pulling him against me. The sun was hot on our upper bodies as we kissed and slid cocks together. Then he broke our kiss and said, “I need you in me before I have to go.” Knowing there was not much time left, I took him by the hand and led him out of the pool, drying each other off, playing with each other’s cocks and balls, then led him up to my bedroom.

A short time of cock sucking (I loved sucking his cock since it just drooled precum once I started) and me licking his fairly smooth ass, he laid on his back, legs up, and I lubed up and entered his ass slowly as I always did, and then made passionate love to him, as only two men can do. It wasn’t a long session, maybe 10 minutes, before I buried my 7 inch cock into him and unloaded hard into him. He begged me to stay in him, and I grabbed his thick 6.5″ cock and jerked him till cum splattered his chest and abs. I laid on top of him and we kissed and cuddled until finally my dick grew soft and slipped out of him.

We showered together, then he got dressed, the emotions of parting building in to me. Down to his car in our driveway, we didn’t say much until the car door was open. Our lips met again, and our passion for each other passed between us. Looking into his green eyes, I finally said, “I love you. I hope to see you soon.”

And now, two years later, it was obvious our passion for each other hadn’t passed. I could feel his bulge growing in his jeans against my stiffening erection. We broke our kiss and looked at each other, and my lips whispered, “Spend the night with me.” Brian smiled and whispered, “Yes.”

We both drove our cars back to my folk’s house, and my cock was so hard the entire time, mainly thinking about all the times we were naked and cumming with each other that last year in high school. That night he lost his virginity to me, almost begging for my cock after I licked him for a long time. Remembering how it felt as his tight hole stretched open and my cock slipped in, him sighing and saying, “Fuck, that feels great!” And then about an hour later looking into his eyes as his thick cock penetrated me, then that look of slight surprise when he realized his 18 year old cock was balls deep in me. That feeling when he finally jammed his cock in one last time and sprayed my insides with cum. Seemed like yesterday.

We got up to my room, and probably for the first time ever undressed each other, slowly, making out as we did, kissing and rubbing as shirts came off and pants hit the floor. We pretty much before casino firmaları had almost always been close to naked or naked before we started sex, but this time we got to expose and explore each other, touching and licking all over, nuzzling at the bulges in our briefs. I hit my knees, needing to see the cock I had loved so much, almost ripping his Calvin’s off him, and his rigid cock slapping me in the face. I was happy to see that he was still shaved, and licked all around the smooth base of it. I couldn’t resist that cut mushroom head for long and went right for it, tasting the cock I had missed for so long, hearing that familiar sigh. I had sucked a few cocks since our last time, but none had tasted as good as his precum covered head. This was the cock I had always loved. Licking it from base to head, I could feel his knees start to get weak so I gently pushed him onto the bed where he sat and let my devour his cock and balls, spending a little time below and into his crack, which now had a good bit of hair. He tasted so good I didn’t want to stop until he gripped my head, making me look up at him, when he said, “I need to taste yours too.”

I stood up, and as we kissed, I shoved my FTL’s down, letting my aching dick free. He licked me from nipples down to my smooth crotch, then, dropped to his knees and started licking my cock from top to bottom, getting his saliva all over it. My ass hit the bed, and he returned the favor, sucking on my rigid cock, then my hanging balls, tugging them hard as he knew I liked. He came up from them and locked his lips onto my foreskin, pulling on it, then shoving it back with his lips, exposing my head. He sucked it a bit, then tugged my skin again, letting it pop back, and said, “I haven’t had uncut cock in two years.” He went on to pleasure me, expertly swallowing my dick as he always did, looking up at me as he backed off.

I felt a bit of a rise in my balls, so I gently pulled him up by his shoulders and we lay on the bed, him on top of me, as we kissed and fondled, cocks sliding against each other. The passion we always had shared was still there, and we eagerly and forcefully kissed and rubbed bodies together. The bed covers were torn away as we got into the heat of sex, rolling over onto each other time and again. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more.

I grabbed his face and kissed him, then gently spoke onto his lips, “Last time, it was me inside you. This time I want you inside me.” He smiled at me, and without a word slipped down my body and lifted my legs, exposing my shaved hole to him. He licked it a few times before shoving his face into my ass, tonguing me deep. I was in heaven feeling him eat my ass again, my cock throbbing against my abs and a bit of pre emerging as his tongue probed me good. There was nothing I could do but moan and güvenilir casino enjoy that feeling I had missed, Brian expertly working my ass with his mouth.

I don’t know how long he was down there, but at some point, my hole was really aching for his cock, and I told him so. He came up and stroked his cock while I reached into my bed stand and got out my bottle of Astroglide and gave it to him. I tried to watch as he slathered his cock with the lube, then felt its coolness on my wanting hole. I had my cock in my hand as he rubbed the lube on me, then put a finger deep into my ass. Another drool of pre emerged from my cockhead and he sucked it off, humming as he did, sending shivers down my cock and balls. Then I felt a second finger enter me, opening my hole up wide for his thick cock. I was lost in the pleasure of my ass being stretched open and those fingers rubbing all my good places. He hadn’t forgot how to get me ready!

And then, after what seemed forever, he slid up onto me, his cock right at the entrance to my ass, kissed me and whispered, “I’m so ready for you I might not last long.” I looked at him and said, “I don’t care if it’s only a minute, I need you and your cum in me.”

With that he pushed up onto his hands, and I pulled my legs back to my sides, and I felt his lubed cock begin to push against me. My hole opened up for him, and I grabbed his shoulders as his cock penetrated deep into me, the entire length filling me, pleasing me like it had done a hundred times before. No man ever made me feel like this but Brian.

He fucked me slow but hard, like he always had. My ass just filled with pleasure, and I was delirious with his loving me. It only lasted about five minutes and I could have taken him for hours, but when he said, “I’m gonna cum!”, I was ready to feel his seed. He jammed his dick deep into me and held me tight as ropes if his cum coated my insides. I was in total heaven, feeling his cock pulse and his body shake in a strong orgasm, which ended with him falling onto me, panting, heart racing against mine, Brian repeating over and over, “I love you” as he kissed me over and over.

A couple of minutes went by and I could feel his cock getting soft in me. He looked at me and said, “You need to cum,” and he quickly slid his cock out of my cum-filled ass and got his mouth onto my rigid dick. It didn’t take much of his nursing my ready cock before I exploded into his mouth, jet after jet of built-up cum, all of which he swallowed. He continued to suck on me well after my dick had gone to a semi-hard state, when he released it and looked at me. He smiled and whispered, “I haven’t had a load like that in a long time.”

We spent some time kissing and cuddling after, talking some and playing with our spent cocks. We knew we had the rest of the night to enjoy each other, so now it was just about us being lovers again. At one point I said, “I don’t care what it takes, but we will never go this long without each other again.” At which point he said into my ear, “Never” and began stroking my cock with earnest.

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