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12-08-2018, 07:25 AM
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Re: Age of Puberty (Girl's POV)
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13-08-2018, 03:44 PM
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Re: Age of Puberty (Girl's POV)
Another Kinky fun ... for all your imagination .... ....
Now that it’s holiday season, it seems everybody has gone on an overseas trip. Jasmine went to Japan with her family last week, and that means nobody will be at home. I figured I took this opportunity to go her condo there for a naughty swim! I was wearing a white spag and denim shorts. Inside was wearing a strapless bra and thong, all in matching black, so my bra can be easily seen through the thin material of my top.  I get to drive that day, so when I reach that place, was stopped by security for a while, before they recognise me or rather, how scantily-clad I am. Hee! I already have this planned. After I parked my car, I went straight for the swimming pool bringing only my towel. Then I took off my spag and shorts and threw it on the bench, together with my towel! Can see 2 aunties turn their heads turn to look at me. Instead of diving into the pool for shelter, I walked back to the toilet, wearing only my bra and thong, and had a cold shower!! Like tat, the material would be sticking to my skin and make it more thin…!! Then I walked slowly back to the pool and went in for a swim. I swim for a few laps with only my underwear. Tin it’s school holiday, so there were only kids. There were about 2 groups of family there only. Got a bit bored, so I rested one corner and relaxed.  Then dunno what I thinking, I saw that there were only kids in the pool, so I slipped off my thong and left it in the water!! Then I swim past the kids bottomless and reach the other side. Tin they saw, but din say anything ’cause they playing quite happily. I see the parents talk to each other and din notice me. Then I did something crazy and took off my bra in the water as well!! Now totally naked, I swim towards the kids and hanged around near them for a while. I looked down and saw my nipples erected liao! Then when I was enjoying my naked swim in the water, got this guy came out from nowhere and dived into the pool!!! I must have paid too much attention to the kids and their parents that I din notice! OMG!!! My heart nearly jumped out!!  Now I am in the middle of the pool Stark Naked, my bra is at one corner and my thong is at another corner!! I really dunno what I should do!! Jia lat liao!!!! Then saw the guy dive into the pool near my bra, quickly I swim towards the corner to where my thong is. I had to cover my breasts with one hand and swim with the other. My entire back and butt was completely exposed!! It got a bit scary and then when I reach the corner, my thong was not there!! Arrghh!! Tin it was swept away by the water current!! Then can see the guy swimming towards me liao and I was still naked!! It was getting so dangerous!! I had just shaved my pussy last night, and there was nothing to hide my vagina!! I had to let go my arm, exposing my breasts and quickly get hold of my thong! By now, the guy must have seen me naked and struggling to put my underwear back on!! So embarrassing!! The guy swam and reached my side just as I slipped back my thong back on. Tin he saw my nipples and I turned to lean on the pool wall, hoping that he would swim away. Still topless, I glanced back and see him staring me, wearing only my thong. My thong was just a sexy little piece, so he must be looking at my exposed butt!! So pai say!!  My bra was still at the other corner and I don’t know how to reach it!! Luckily, the guy swim away, and I followed behind him swimming, with my breasts still exposed!! I tin he must have noticed the other piece of underwear that was not on my body and he kept looking at the bra!! It was just so embarrassing swimming to the bra and putting it on, I just decided to abandon it, overtake the guy and walked out of the pool topless!!! The guy immediately turned his head and stared at me, then the parents also noticed!! So pai say!! I just used the towel to cover my breasts and walked away to the toilet with my clothes… Furthermore, the guys and gals toilet entrance very near to each other, I decided to try something crazy again!! I took off my thong, put everything on the shower bench, walked out of the girl toilet, and entered the guys toilet without a stitch of clothing on!! My heart was beating so fast and my breasts were bouncing so freely without the support of my bra!! I think this is the craziest thing I’ve ever done!! I just walked inside for a while and saw the white colour thingie which guys urinate into. Hee! I tried to pee into it, but couldn’t  Then went to the corner cubicle and turned on the shower to have a quick bath! I didn’t even close the cubicle door. HA! was very scared that someone would come in and saw me, but damn exciting!!  Then suddenly, I heard the entrance door open!! It scared the hell out of me and I immediately slammed the door shut! Can hear the person putting his stuff and could be changing, but I was still in the cubicle nude and nowhere to run. I was trapped!! Then the person went into the shower cubicle next to me and started showering, but I did not hear him close his door. Wah…guys so open one? Shower no need close door meh? Dunno what to do, I was terrified, but at the same time, very turned on. I touched myself, and found that I was already very wet!! Was so tempting to masturbate there, but worried that I might moan too loudly. With nothing to cover myself with, I think getting out is more important now!! Then I opened my door slowly, and left it open for about 5 seconds. Should be safe. My heart was bouncing very fast as I walked quietly past the guy showering, then I peeped in, his back was facing me and he was just as naked as I am! Both of us are completely nude, but I was the one in the wrong toilet and totally exposed somemore.  Since his back was facing me, can see his butt. HA! But no time to admire, I was so naked inside the guys toilet, don’t want another guy to pop in and see me!! I tin this time I was really daring or crazy… I opened the door, and proceeded to the ladies. Just as I was doing that, can hear the kids coming towards me! No one else around, so I stand outside the door there waiting until the kids saw me, then they like a bit surprised, I didn’t wait for their response and quickly went inside to change! HA! I left my thong inside the toilet, and wore my top, shorts and slippers towards Jasmine’s block.   I didn’t wipe myself dry, so my breasts were still dripping wet and can be seen through my white spag top. The towel was still with me, but I just sling it over my shoulder. Din even bother to cover my nipples from view!! After I reach Jasmine’s block, I went to the 2nd storey and then took off all my clothes, including my slippers!! I covered myself with only the towel, and pressed for the lift. So exciting!! Then when the lift arrived, I pulled off my towel, threw it outside and let the lift doors close!! Went to the highest floor, completely naked!! Was very scared inside the lift, with nothing on my body!! After I reach, I just hang around at the lift lobby there naked. This time, I was really naked by myself!! There’s nothing to cover myself this time!! I walked down a few floors, and saw 1 of the unit with the door open. Then I just walked in front of the door!!   There was this guy watching TV, and he was shocked to see me naked!! I just stood there to let him see me for a few seconds, before I flee to the staircase! So embarrassing!!! Then dunno wat I was thinking again, I pressed for the lift and went down on it!!! But luckily the lift did not stop. I stopped at the 4th floor, and walked bare-footed down, before I managed to reach my clothes on the 2nd floor. By now, only my spag and shorts were left, and I was without any underwear. I just walked to my car, with my exposed nipples and headed home. Hee! I think today quite crazy for me, but the condo more quiet than I tot.  Should I try walking naked at a HDB block next time? Videos Special for you https://openload.co/f/Q-XfGRCENIs https://openload.co/f/eZWbhyRAIS8 https://openload.co/f/bPKy0lt6EqU https://openload.co/f/1mhU-8noURY https://openload.co/f/YYj0Na8ObDc https://openload.co/f/bTfSOIetlPo https://openload.co/f/WXxwO6wArRE https://openload.co/f/gQeU-2RfpqE https://openload.co/f/W4m4Ntc1dm0 https://openload.co/f/EgDM3vpokA4 https://openload.co/f/os_tbxE52To Last edited by JEMMA; 14-08-2018 at 10:13 AM.
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16-08-2018, 01:03 AM
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Here I share with you some erotic stories I read previously as follows:-
First time ... .... It’s every girl’s dream to have a date for the dance and to possibly lose their virginity before going to college. It was only one day until her prom and 18 year-old Jasmine didn’t have a date.  Her efforts to make Chris, the school football captain, notice her had all been futile. He had girls drooling all over him, but hadn’t committed to anyone. The reason Jasmine refused to give up on Chris was because of the countless times she had caught him checking her ass as she walked by him in the school hallway and on the football field. Jasmine had enjoyed many fantasies about Chris ever since seeing him naked in the boys’ locker room a few months ago. He was muscular, with a full six-pack and a killer smile. In one of her fantasies … Jasmine imagined a rough but erotic sexual encounter where Chris finds her in a farm feeding animals. He approaches her from behind and wraps his muscular arms around her body, kissing her on the neck. He tears off her blouse and skirt, exposing her petite body. He plants heavy kisses on her partly-opened lips and tears off his shirt, displaying his well-toned torso. Jasmine runs her hands across his chest and grabs his tight ass. She wants Chris to have her rough.  He pushes her down by the shoulders to her knees and she shoves his thick dick into her mouth. She has never seen or sucked a cock this thick and enjoys sucking it dry. The fact that Chris was going to fuck her in this farm excites her as he bends her over to take her from behind. His cock slides right in to her dripping wet, pink pussy and he starts fucking her wildly. She lets out screams, not caring that her parents are just meters away. He fucks her and spanks her tiny ass. She wants pain and pleasure, so she turns to lie on her back, spreading her feet far apart.  That was just one of the fantasies Jasmine wished would come true with Chris. So badly, she wanted him to ask her to the dance. With just one day to go, Jasmine was afraid she would be there alone. All of her girlfriends had dates and having them feel sorry for her only made the situation worse. Then something happened that changed her fate completely. Jasmine was late for music rehearsal and as she ran down the down the school hallway, she heard a groan that sounded like a person in pain. It was coming from the boys’ locker room, where girls were not allowed. The groaning increased in intensity and she thought this person must be in real pain. She stormed into the locker room to find Chris writhing in pain on the floor and wearing only his shorts. She ran over to him. He seemed to be in real pain, as his deep blue eyes looked at Jasmine. She knelt in front of him and he motioned to his dislocated shoulder. He told her she needed to pull his arm to bring the shoulder back into its normal position. Jasmine couldn’t fail to notice the bulge forming in his black shorts and she was really impressed. She told him to hold still while she tugged his arm with all her strength. His shoulder was fixed. The bulge in his shorts was at its peak and Jasmine felt shy because her erect nipples were starting to show. Chris was eyeing them lustfully. Chris thanked her and she wanted to run away. But the man she had fantasized about for months was right in front of her and she wanted him bad. She wanted to suck his cock and let Chris have her in any way he desired. Chris moved closer and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. Before he could move away Jasmine pulled him towards her and kissed him passionately. He slid his hands inside her bra. They were warm and felt nice on her breasts. She wanted the moment to last forever. Slowly she removed his black shorts and thought, ‘Boy that is huge.’ His dick was bigger than in her fantasies and she wondered if it would fit in to her pussy or mouth. Chris lay on his back as she sucked his cock. Her pink pussy was pulsating with desire and she wanted nothing more than a good fuck from Chris. She felt dirty, like a real slut, but she was relishing every moment. Before they built up to a point of no return, she stopped him.  Chris sat up and asked, ‘Why did you stop baby?’ Jasmine smiled wickedly and said, ‘Take me to the dance tonight and we can continue from where we left off.’ ‘Jasmine, will you be my date tonight?’ Chris asked in the most sincere voice. ‘Yes, and what took you so long to ask me?’ she replied. ‘I was afraid you would say no, he said with a shy look on his face. This was all Jasmine wanted. She stood up to leave. They both knew they wanted each other, but she wanted it to be right. She wanted to lose her virginity on dance night, with the boy of her dreams. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends what had happened and surprise them with the fact that Chris, the envy of all the girls at school, was taking her to the dance, not to mention that he would also fuck her.  That evening Jasmine’s doorbell rang at exactly 7.30 and she knew it was Chris. She wore a long sleeveless red dress over a white bra and white thong. It was a matter of time before these would be torn away. At her door was the most handsome gentleman, wearing a three-piece suit and a bow tie. Chris looked spectacular. ‘You look beautiful my lady. Shall we?’ he said and Jasmine smiled politely. They drove in silence but in their heads they were imagining the things they would love to do to each other. Jasmine wanted Chris to fuck her in the car, spank her ass and bite her nipples. He wanted to lick her clit and bring her to orgasm repeatedly. Chris also had an erotic fantasy of his own. He wanted Jasmine to kiss his nipples, suck his cock and balls. Then he would fuck her on the bonnet of the car. They got to the dance early and had a wonderful night dining and dancing. All the other girls Chris used to fool with were green with envy when they watched the pair leave the party together. Jasmine knew this was the night she would stop being a virgin. Chris drove fast. The sexual tension was at its peak and he couldn’t wait to tear her pants away. Fifteen minutes later they were coming to a stop at Chris’s place and once inside, they headed straight to his room.  His parents were out of town so they had the whole house to themselves and could fuck as much as they wanted.
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16-08-2018, 01:21 AM
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Re: Age of Puberty (Girl's POV)
Nice stories bro, thanks!
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16-08-2018, 10:29 AM
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They undressed each other quickly and Chris laid Jasmine on the bed. He kissed her on the lips passionately as he ran his hands all over her hair. He twisted and pinched her nipples, sending spasms of electricity all over her body.
 Spreading her arms wide, he started licking Jasmine’s full breasts which was a totally new experience for her. Minutes later Chris was down on her shaved pussy. This was the day Jasmine would enjoy multiple orgasms because as soon as Chris stuck his tongue in her pussy her legs shook violently, closing Chris’s head between her legs. He didn’t stop and Jasmine was gasping for air as he started working his way up to her belly, all the way to her tits, kissing and sucking them.  Jasmine’s pussy swelled and her natural juices started dripping again. It was time for Chris to fuck her. She let out a wild scream as soon as his dick touched the opening of her wet vagina. It was not going in. The pussy was too tight because she was still a virgin. Using his middle finger he fingered her slowly and kept adding more fingers to increase the width of her cunt. After a while he introduced the dick and pushed it harder, he used such force that his balls hit her cunt lips hard and she screamed loudly in both pain and pleasure.  His big cock kept pounding her pussy as he spread her legs even wider. He grabbed her ass and flipped her on her back to ride her from behind. He wanted to go all the way in, and she kept moaning and screaming in enjoyment. She had never felt anything like this and in that moment she felt like her body was being ripped apart as she splashed her juices all over his dick. Chris fucked her even more before shooting loads of cum deep inside her. There was so much, it dripped put of her pussy.  They were both breathless and totally wasted - it was just matter of time before they would do it again.
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16-08-2018, 10:19 PM
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She reached down to grip his hair. He worked his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, and then on her clit, firmly but not too rough, the way she liked. His facial hair tickled her thighs and she locked them around his head, then relaxed, remembering he needed to breathe. She whimpered, her inner muscles clenching.
 He pushed two fingers into her, filling up that ache, at least a little. He fucked her deep with his fingers, his tongue drawing slow circles on her clit. She wiggled against the seat, the leather making her back sweaty. He brought his other hand up to play with her breasts, squeezing and plucking her nipples. "You're so good at that," she said. "See, I told you it was fun in a car." She caressed her foot down his back. He was sweaty too. She could have let him do that all day, let him make her come over and over again with his mouth--but unfortunately, she had to get the car back soon and she wanted something else even more. "Stop," she said, pushing gently at his head. "Baby, you gotta stop." He stopped, and lifted his head. His chin was wet with her juices. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. "Yes. I just--I'm not allowed to keep the car all day. And I want you naked and on top of me right now." He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate across her soaked pussy and made her shiver. He got up on his knees, kneeling between her spread legs. She lay there, sprawled and burning with arousal, the warm air caressing her slick thighs, watching as he undid his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his hips like a second skin. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and she admired his thick, powerful thighs. Then he pushed his underwear down and his big, fat cock popped out, hard and ready for her  She sat up and reached for his hips. She knew if she didn't hurry up she'd get an angry phone call from her dad, but she couldn't resist. "May I?" she asked. He reached down and stroked her hair back from her face. "Thought you wanted me naked and on top of you?" "I do, but I need a little taste first." She gave him her pouty face. No man could resist it, for any reason. She wrapped her long, slender fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed him. He loved her touch. She held his cock steady as she sunk her lips over it. Her mouth was velvety and hot and made him groan.  She put her other hand on his hip and went to work, bobbing her head. He gathered up her hair and held it back from her face, watching her. He loved being in her mouth, stretching her jaws, nudging at the back of her throat. He felt her swallow, breathe in, and take him even deeper, until she gagged. She recovered and resumed sliding her mouth back and forth, stroking what she couldn't get in, her fist tight around him. He gripped the back of the seat so as not to topple over, and closed his eyes, enjoying it. She sucked him for a few minutes and then slid her mouth off. He opened his eyes. She worked her jaw, looking up at him. "We better do this," she said. "Much as I'd like to keep going." "Good idea. Because if you keep that up, I'll need some time to recover. And I still won't get to have sex in a car." She sat back on her hands, looking pleased with herself. His cock was aching, literally pulsing in his hand as he gave it a few strokes, his shaft slick with her spit. He could have jerked off all over her fabulous tits just then, but he really wanted to be inside her.  "Come and get it," she said, and laid back, her skirt bunched around her waist, her glistening pink slit inviting him. He struggled out of his jeans and underwear, squirming around, and kicked them onto the floor. The car was big, but he still had to contort himself. Maybe he hadn't done this before because he rightly assumed it couldn't possibly be comfortable. He crawled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue. The touch of his cock against her stomach made her ache with want, the wet tip brushing below her belly button. She gazed up at him, holding his eyes as she reached down and slipped her fingers around it, and guided the fat head against her sopping pussy.  "If I'd known fucking in a car got you this hot, I would have done it ages ago," Chris said. "Feels like we're doing something naughty, doesn't it?" "Well, it is your dad's car, so--yeah, actually." Without further preamble he slid into her, smooth and fast—penetrating her easily as wet as she was, his cock stretching her, filling her thick and hard. She gasped and shifted her hips, and then moaned as he seated himself all the way up inside her, deep as he could go. "Chris." She gripped his arms, her nails flexing against the tight muscles of his biceps. She squeezed her pussy around him, feeling every thick inch inside of her.  He captured her lips again, before pulling back and beginning to thrust. He moved slowly the first few times, letting her adjust, then he began the hard, fast pounding she so desperately needed. Her pussy was amazing, even better than her mouth, scorching hot and slick and tight. He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back until her pretty bare feet were above her shoulders. She clung to him as he slammed into her, wailing in her pleasure, his moans and growls mixing with her beautiful noise. He really hoped no one was around, as all the windows were rolled down. She was always loud in bed and he loved it. "That what you wanted?" he asked her. "Yes!" She flung her head back, arching beneath him. "Fuck me baby, fuck me harder." He gave her everything he had, their flesh slapping together, his cock filling her over and over. They were rocking the car, making it squeak on the tires. He pulled one of his arms from beneath her knee and started squeezing her bouncing breasts. "Feel like a teenager again, honey?" he purred at her. The question went unanswered in the intensity of the moment, the force of his fucking making her delirious. She was getting close, and so was he, she could feel it in the erratic rhythm of his hips, in the tightening of his stomach.  "Jasmine." He tangled his hand in her hair, the other still holding her knee back. "Oh, goddamn." The pressure built inside her. His cock was hitting just the right spot, sending a sensation like little electric shocks directly to her clit. Her pleasure reached a sharp peak and she began to clench around him. She shrieked as the tension broke, shuddering waves rolling over her body. "Chris!" He fucked her through it, making her come even harder. He only lasted another moment though, before she saw the unmistakable signs of him going over the edge. She loved to watch him come. "Fuck!" He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, moaning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other. She sunk against the seat, buzzing, shuddering, alive. He sagged against her. She squeezed around him and sighed at the feel of his twitching length still so deep inside her. He groaned, close to her ear. "You okay, baby?" she asked. He slid out of her and slumped to the side. They were soaked with sweat. The leather seats were slick. Everything smelled like sex. They were definitely going to have to air the interior out. "I'm wonderful," Chris slurred. "Oh, God." He rubbed his hand over his face. Jasmine let her leg down as he slid his arm from beneath it, then stretched it out and draped it over the front seat. She reached down and played with her sloppy, dripping pussy a little, loving how it felt to be overflowing with his release. She felt deliciously used.  "Our parents are gonna wonder where we are," she teased. "You should take me home before we get caught." He smiled down at her. "I'm gonna take you home, all right. And do more dirty things to you in our bed. Maybe on the couch. And the kitchen counter..." "We better get this car back to my dad first." She kissed him. "After we clean it up. We made a mess." She giggled. "I'm sure the teenagers who've come before us would be proud." END .....want More? ? Tell me what you like Best....!
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17-08-2018, 10:21 AM
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Re: Age of Puberty (Girl's POV)
Chapter One
The term "Best friends" is a fascinating concept when you take time to reflect on it for a while. Everybody has them. You notice I said "them". That's what's so fascinating to me. Everybody seems to claim having more than one 'best friend' and yet "best" normally implies something singular. The synonyms for best are also singular in nature: top, foremost, leading, preeminent, premier, prime, first, chief, principal, supreme. My purpose in mentioning this isn't to get into a philosophical discussion. This concept is very important to me on a personal level. In my case I've decided that I only had one best friend in my life. His name was Desmond. He changed my life completely. He did that by dying. Desmond and I grew up together, next door neighbours and school buddies until we were separated by the military. He joined. I did not. Before that, though, he got married to Hannah, who grew up in the house on the other side of him. Her family was into Protestantism and she got a lot of grief for that. Children can be cruel. I didn't know it then, but Hannah was a gawky girl with buck teeth and big, thick glasses. Her mother put her long hair in pig tails until she was in her teens. Fortunately her parents also got her braces and nature worked other magic on her over the years. By the time Desmond asked her to marry him she was a stone fox, glasses or not. Laser surgery got rid of those, by the way. Anyway, he saw something in her before all this happened and was one of only two boys who didn't call her a Bodou, or stupid, or any of a host of other cruel names as she grew up. I was the other. I'm a little ashamed to say that the reason I didn't torment her was because Desmond was my best friend and he wouldn't tolerate that kind of crap coming from me. The crap lasted well into Secondary school, I guess, because she rarely went out on dates with guys. I would find out later that, for some reason, they all expected her to put out for them, probably because they thought they were doing "the Bodou" a favor by asking her out. Children can be stupid, too. Long story short, after they graduated he popped the question. He hadn't dated her and she'd never been his "girlfriend" but I guess something about her got to him. I was there when it happened. She'd gotten a flat tire and was standing on the side of the road trying to figure out where the stuff was to jack up the car and get the old tire off and all that. We happened along and Desmond told me to pull over. We got out and she smiled at us and over the next half hour we changed her tire for her while she stood there looking beautiful. When we got done Desmond turned to her and said, "What would you have done if we hadn't come along?" "I don't know," she said in her soft voice. "Walked to get help from somebody, I guess." "You know, if you married me, you could just call me for help, any time you needed it." "Don't tease me, Desmond," she said. "Who's teasing? Marry me, Hannah. You could do worse." "That's not how this is done, Desmond," she snorted. It was the first time I'd heard her communicate scorn. She was soft-spoken and meek, and she rarely said anything at all. "Who says? I like you and you like me. Why not go with it?" "You're crazy," she said. "We haven't even gone out." "I don't know. We've lived side by side for 17 years. I've seen you every day of my life. According to my mother we used to get our diapers changed right next to each other. We've seen each other naked, Hannah!" He grinned. "You think you're so funny," she said, and I heard a dangerous note in her voice. I'd heard that same note in my latest girlfriend's voice, just before she broke up with me. Of course Desmond was safe. They weren't going together, so she couldn't break up with him, right? "I'm not trying to be funny," he said, no longer grinning. "Marry me. I know I should have asked you out a long time ago, but it just seemed strange, you know? I mean we know each other better than any other couple I know of. We've always been buddies, sort of." She looked at me for some reason. "What about him?" Not, "What about Sam?" or, "What about your inseparable best friend?" or, "What about the guy who lurks in the background every time you talk to me?" Just, "What about him?" "Sam?" He looked surprised. "He'll be my best man." "Oh," she said. "I thought maybe you'd want me to marry both of you." He laughed and reached out to grab her. He pulled her into a bear hug while she squeaked and lifted her off the ground, spinning her in a circle. "Sam's my best friend but he's only invited to the wedding, not on the honeymoon," he said, pushing his face into her hair. It was loose that day. When he set her back down her eyes were a little wild but she just stood there. "Thank you for fixing my tire," she said. "Anything to help," he said. "See you tomorrow." When we were back in our car I asked him, "You want to tell me what that was all about?" "What?" he said. "You just asked Hannah to marry you," I said. "So?" "Are you nuts?" "What's nuts about it?" he said, his voice casual. "She's the coolest girl I know. I've gone out with lots of girls, but she's not like any of them." "As she pointed out, you haven't gone out with her," I said. "How could you know she's not like them?" "She doesn't play games. She doesn't gossip. She doesn't think she's God's gift to men. I like her." "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you're supposed to be in love before you propose to a woman," I said. "You know my grandma?" he asked, apparently changing the subject. "Of course," I said. I knew everybody in his extended family. I'd eaten dinner with all of them, more than once. "Did you know she was in an arranged marriage?" "You're shitting me," I said. "I'd never shit you," he said. I knew what was coming next. We'd said it to each other a million times. I said it with him: "You're my favorite turd." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "What about your grandmother?" "She told me about it one time. Her parents were friends with somebody and they all got together and decided that their son should marry my grandma. So that's what happened. She never even held his hand until the minister put it in his at the wedding." "That's crazy," I said. "I thought that only happened in foreign countries." "Nope. And she told me that they learned how to love each other." "So what happened to him?" I knew his grandfather was dead, but not much more than that. "They got married in 1939 and had my mother just before the war broke out. He was a marine. He got killed at Guadalcanal." "Oh," I said. "She said after the war she never even thought about getting married again," said Desmond. "She said he was the love of her life and she knew she could never find anybody else who would make her as happy as she'd been with him." "Wow," I said. "Yeah. She told me love doesn't just float around like a germ people can catch. It's something two people create when they want it to exist. I've never been in love, but I know I could love Hannah." "How come you never said anything about this before?" I asked. "It just came over me," he said, shrugging. "While we were changing that tire I looked at her and I just got this feeling that I wanted to make this girl happy for the rest of her life." "And it doesn't hurt that she's a knockout," I said.  "Watch it," he warned. "You're talking about my girl." "As I recall, she said you were crazy," I said. "I don't think she thinks she's your girl." "I'll change that," he said. And the crazy thing was that he did change that. Of course events helped. When he got home I guess he announced that he'd proposed to Hannah and his parents got a little nuts about it. His mother called her mother. They were good friends, of course. Hannah hadn't said anything to her parents, so it blindsided them. When they asked her about it she said all he was doing was teasing her, but Desmond insisted he wasn't teasing. It took a couple of days but, suddenly, Desmond was dating Hannah. I guess it took a month for him to convince her he was serious and only then did she tell him she'd had a crush on him for years...
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They got married 6 months later, possibly because she was already pregnant. I was the best man, and I did not get invited on the honeymoon. I made a joke about it at the reception, when I danced with the bride.
"Are you sure I can't come along on your honeymoon?" I asked, grinning. They were only going to Phuket, Thailand for three days. Apparently Hannah had read all of Sidney Sheldon's books and wanted to see some of the stuff he put in them. They didn't have enough money to go on a fancy honeymoon and both of them had to be back to go to their jobs.  "You're still going to be our best friend," she said, smiling. It was good to see her happy. "But there's a limit, Sam." "Okay," I said, drawing the "ay" out in a long sigh. "You'll still get to see plenty of him," she said. "I'm not taking him away from you completely." And she didn't. I was around a lot. I suppose part of that was because there was no woman in my life, at least not one I wanted to make happy for the rest of hers. I guess I hadn't yet found one I wanted to learn to love. So she didn't take him away from me. It was the Army that did that. It took him away from both of us. When I think back on it now it sends chills down my spine, because it was a lot like what happened to his grandparents. It took longer, but we lost him just like his grandmother lost her husband in WWII. We had Desmond for 10 years before he died. In this case "we" means Hannah, their daughter Heidi, and me. I had dated a dozen women since they got married, but there were never any sparks. I was still alone, except for them. He joined the Army a week. He said it was to honor his grandfather. He was one of the people who went into the war before it actually started. All we were told (she was told, actually) was that he was there to identify targets and that he was killed after the bombing started. Heidi was almost 11 when her father died. I was "Uncle Sam" to her, probably because neither Hannah nor Desmond had any siblings. I watched her grow up like an uncle might, I suppose, except I was probably around a lot more than your average uncle probably would have been. I was the one who taught her to ride a bike and play catch, or at least I was the one who helped her practice that kind of thing. I always had to read her a story whenever I came over, at least until she was about 6 or 7 and said, "I can read all by myself now, Uncle Sam." Then, one time I told her a story, making it all up and after that I had to tell her a story every time I came over. It got so I ran out of material, so I just retold her things I'd read in books, making changes suitable for her age. While I did this, Desmond and Hannah got things done that had been neglected or put off because they were raising a little girl. Children tend to dominate your time. It's just how things are. So I was sort of a nanny whenever I went over. I was also the official babysitter whenever they wanted a night out. It was natural, when Desmond died, that I lend a hand. I was just as torn up about it as they were, or at least that's how it felt to me, but I knew I needed to rise above that and help them get through it. He was gone. I wasn't. That meant I owed it to him to take care of them as best I could. There was life insurance that helped, but there were a ton of things that had to be done. I won't go into detail, but dying creates reams of paperwork and literally dozens of things that have to be done legally to close or change business accounts and things like that. I also cooked for them for a week. I got help from people in their church, who brought over food that just had to be warmed up to serve. Giving them that much time wasn't a problem for me. I had inherited ownership of the local transfer station, where garbage trucks from a sixty mile radius dumped their loads in a big metal building. My people then pushed it through holes in the floor into 18 wheelers, which then took them away to an actual landfill. I had seven employees who knew what they were doing before it became mine and didn't really need me, if I had to be somewhere else. I spent most of my time in the large appliance area, salvaging copper and brass and getting the iron pile ready for being picked up by a metal recycler. It was probably three months or more before it seemed like everything was done that had to be done, or at least could be done. We were still waiting for a couple of companies and one bank to finalize things. Eventually there was an evening when Hannah and I were just sitting in the living room. It was kind of odd. We weren't talking about anything, just sitting there. I think we were both tired and still a little shell-shocked by everything that had happened and what we'd had to do because of it. Heidi was in her room. She'd been spending a lot of time in her room. "Thanks," Hannah said, suddenly. "What for?" "Everything," she sighed. "I don't know how we'd have gotten through this without your help." "I didn't do much," I said. "You did plenty." "Desmond would have wanted it that way," I said. "I know. But thank you anyway." "You're welcome." For some reason that night we helped her change her tire popped into my mind, and I saw Desmond standing there with his lopsided grin, saying, "Anything to help." I almost said it myself, as I thought about it, but then didn't. It was true, but I also thought it was assumed. "I'm worried about Heidi," she said. "Yeah." I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Would you go check on her?" "Sure," I said. I got up and went to Heidi's room. She was lying on her bed, reading. She looked up at me when I opened the door. I'd been around enough that she didn't complain that I hadn't knocked. "You okay?" I asked, feeling lame. "I guess so," she said. Then, as if a faucet had been turned on, she was crying. I went and sat down on the edge of the bed and she came in for a hug. I just held her while she cried. Ten minutes later she pushed away from me. "It will get better," I said, feeling even lamer. She didn't say anything.  "You know where to find me if you need anything," I said. I'd been sleeping in the guest room pretty frequently, at least two nights a week and sometimes more. We didn't live next door to each other anymore. "Okay," she said. And that was it. She didn't cry anymore after that. Hannah teared up a lot, but after another three or four months she seemed to have adjusted. Years went by and things seemed to find a normalcy of sorts. I still went over pretty frequently but my relationship with them had changed. I just sort of assumed that, to Hannah, I was this guy she could ask anything of, and was comfortable around. She didn't seek male companionship, and more than once I thought about Desmond's grandmother, who'd made the same choice after losing her mate. Heidi still called me Uncle Sam, but no longer demanded I tell her stories. She got interested in art and that seemed to take over her life. By the time she was 15, Heidi had soaked up everything public schools had to offer her, in terms of art, and her teachers recommended she start getting instruction at a more professional level. In their case, that meant getting her into a charter school that specialized in the arts. Hannah got her into the graphic arts program of the Nanyang Academy of Arts. The guest bedroom I'd spent so many nights in got turned into Heidi's art space, which took up a heck of a lot more room than I'd have thought "art" would take. The bed was still in there, but now it was shoved in one corner and when I used it, I usually had to clear a bunch of stuff off of it. Or Heidi did. I wasn't allowed to just randomly touch stuff. As it turned out, her public school teachers were right. She was good. She got some of her art into exhibitions and finally started to seem like the cheerful girl I'd known before her father died. When whe started her junior year at NAA, they urged her to begin applying to universities and such. I thought that was kind of stupid, since she still had two years of Secondary school to finish, but that's how they do things these days. A couple of months into her second semester, she started getting letters from colleges. Some were rejections, but two of them showed promise. Both of them laid out conditions for her acceptance. She had to maintain a high GPA. She had to have letters of recommendation from two teachers and two adults not related to the school system, one of which had to be a professional artist of some kind. She had to develop a portfolio, which had to include a whole bunch of different kinds of art, in a whole bunch of different media. What was relevant to me about all this was that the portfolio had to include at least three figure studies, and that is where, once aqain, having Desmond as my best friend changed my life forever. You might think my life had already been changed forever, but in reality I'd still been perking along just like I always had. I'd never had any strong feelings about what I wanted to do with my life. I'd always been a follower and, in my case, I'd followed Desmond, for the most part. He was the super hero. I was the sidekick. That hadn't bothered me. Great leaders can't be great leaders if nobody follows them. Anyway, about the only strong feelings I'd had were about things I didn't want to do with my life. Such as join the Army. Basically, other than helping out with Hannah and Heidi, I just puttered through life. I'm one of those people who are happy if they have enough money for their basic needs and don't require complicated long-term financial plans to feel like the future will be good. I suppose I'm the kind of person who ends up scraping by on a Social Security check in later years, but my needs had always been simple. I suspect I thought about it like this: "As long as I have books and a couple thousand calories a day, I'll be okay." That was about to change. The change started one evening while we were having supper. I either stayed for supper or came over by invitation about two or three times a week, though I didn't sleep in the guest room that often anymore. "Mom," said Heidi through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "Don't talk with your mouth full," admonished Hannah. Heidi made a big show of swallowing. "Mom?" she said, opening her mouth much wider than needed, obviously to display it was now empty. Hannah didn't rise to the bait. "Yes?" "I have a problem." Hannah waited. I continued to eat. "You know those figure studies I have to have for my portfolio?" Hannah took a bite and just nodded. "I did one of my own hand and it came out okay, but I have to have full figure drawings of a male and female, too. I tried looking in the mirror to do me, but it's not going to work." "I'd be happy to pose for you," said Hannah, getting right to the point. "Assuming you don't object to drawing your mother." "Thank you," said Heidi. "I don't object at all. " Then she turned to look at me. She didn't have to say a word. I looked over at Hannah and found she was staring at me as well. "Me?" I said, through a mouthful of mashed potatoes. Hannah groaned while Heidi grinned and I swallowed hastily. "Why me?" I asked. Don't ask me why I was uneasy about this. I mean what could it involve? I'd have to sit still for a while and look regal or something. Wasn't that what you always saw in portraits? Everybody looked regal, or at least interesting. I didn't think there was anything interesting about me.  "Gee, I don't know," said Harper. "Now that I think about it, I guess it will be easy for me to walk around at the mall and find some stranger to come over and take off all his clothes so I can paint him." She took a bite of green beans and (intentionally, I thought) talked with them in her mouth. "Yeah, that should be a piece of cake. There are plenty of weirdoes out there who would jump at the chance." Now I admit here, that my thoughts got a little fragmented at that point, so my brain didn't work all that well. The first thing I thought about was the word "naked", which appeared in my head like the advertisement sign board in Orchard Road. Then some synapse in my skull connected that word with me, and then, in a flash, with Hannah, who had already agreed to pose. Of course her situation might be entirely different than "mine", but I couldn't keep my thoughts from reflecting on that. The brain works at the speed of light, or pretty close, so all these images kept flickering like bursts of lightning, bouncing from me naked (and of course with an embarrassing boner) to Hannah who, if you'll remember, I told you was a babe. Then it would be back to me without that embarrassing erection, my cock being wilted and all of two inches long, which was even more embarrassing. Then it was back to Hannah again who, for some insane reason, had assumed a pose appropriate for a porn site, and then I imagined Heidi naked, standing there painting without a care in the world. Finally my brain overloaded and the fork fell out of my limp fingers. I think I drooled a little bit. I know one corner of my mouth felt moist.  "You don't have to be sarcastic about it," said Hannah, frowning at her daughter. "And what's all this about nudity?" "The figures have to be nude, of course," said Heidi, as if that should be obvious to anyone. "Who says?" asked her mother. "The instructions, that's who." "Instructions are a what, not a who," corrected Hannah. "The instructions," said Heidi with exaggerated patience. "That's what." "I'd like to see these instructions," said Hannah. "Sure," said Heidi, who started to get up. "After supper," said Hannah. "Okay," said the girl. She looked at me. "Why do you look so pale?" "He's a man, Darling," said Hannah, who glanced my way and then went back to eating. "What does that mean?" asked Heidi, who was still looking at me. Hannah glanced at me again while she chewed. I had this horrifying suspicion she could see right into my thoughts. I felt my face get hot and I decided I needed to wash it. Actually, I just needed to get away from her gaze... ... 
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17-08-2018, 01:32 PM
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I lurched up and staggered a bit as I headed for the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" asked Heidi. "Arrrgh," I answered. I couldn't get their images out of my mind. I realized that boner had actually developed in my pants and felt the embarrassment flood through me. It was entirely different than it had felt in my quick fantasy. It was actually much worse. "I'll explain it to you later, Dear," I heard Hannah say. "Explain what?" "Later," barked Hannah. That was when I knew, deep in my bones, that Hannah was a secret sorceress or something, and really could see the images in my mind of herself as a naked succubus whose goal was to consume me, body and soul.  I calmed down in the bathroom. I splashed enough water in my face to get the front of my shirt wet, but it helped me get control back. I was a little amazed. I'd looked at both women before, of course, evaluating their sexuality. Like Hannah had said, I am a man. But it had always been just a momentary kind of a nice diversion. I mean I appreciated them both on a number of levels. Heidi was a younger version of her mother, but not as ripe. Hannah was a sensual woman, though I don't think she tried to be. It was just natural. It had developed in the first year of their marriage and when I noticed it, I decided it was because she became accustomed to being worshiped as a goddess by Desmond. He was insanely happy because she'd married him and he didn't mind showing it. I'd often thought she could make some other guy insanely happy as well, but she'd said on more than one occasion that she wasn't looking for a man. Heidi, on the other hand, was young and fresh and sexy in that way of a promise of joy, like a beautiful present that is forbidden to be unwrapped until later. I was pretty sure she was already making boys by the dozens jerk their meat raw, but I had never imagined actually being around her naked. Her, I mean. Or me, either for that matter. I decided that what had happened to me was like bursting into tears when the stress gets too high. It had just been a catharsis of sorts. It didn't mean I was an animal, or pervert, or horny out of my mind. My own sex life was primarily solitary, but that was fine with me. My hand never has a headache, and I have a whole raft of fantasies I can call on when the need arises.  I stood up and straightened my shoulders. I frowned at the wet front of my shirt, but there wasn't anything I could do about it at the moment. I took several deep breaths and then remembered my unruly little friend. I looked at the front of my pants in the mirror and was delighted that my bone wasn't a bone anymore. I targeted my thoughts on that part of my body and felt nothing. I didn't even mind that it might very nearly be only two inches long, at the moment. When I got back to the table nobody said anything to me. I saw Hannah's eyes drift to my shirt, but then they moved to her plate. I later found out she'd told Heidi I was embarrassed about the posing naked thing and not to mention it again until later. The rest of supper went fine. My brain, which was obviously perverted after all, kept trying to go back to pornographic images of my dinner companions, but I was able to think of something else. Afterwards I said I needed to get home. "You can't leave," complained Heidi, who had interpreted "later" as "right after supper." "Yes he can," said Hannah. "Mom!" "Heidi, you can talk to him later!" "It is later," argued Heidi. "You have plenty of time, young lady!" "Oh, bollocks!" said Heidi, dramatically. "What?" We both stared at her. "I heard it on a British documentary. Does it sound cool?" "It doesn't sound very ladylike," said her mother. "I'm a girl, not a lady," said Heidi. "Ladies are old." "I beg your pardon!" said Hannah. "I'll leave you two to it," I said, managing meaningful words for the first time since being asked to pose nude in front of a sixteen-year-old artist. "I'll call you," said Hannah. That sounded odd. She called me all the time, but never warned me she was going to do it. "Sure," I said. I left the house and walked down the sidewalk toward my car. I felt like I'd just managed to avoid the jaws of an alligator. Or something.... ........
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18-08-2018, 10:32 AM
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Chapter Two
Hannah did call me, about two minutes after I got home. She knew how long it would take me, apparently. I'd had ten minutes to think about things, which is to say I'd had ten minutes for my mind to run rampant as I drove down quiet streets. It was good they were quiet. I really had no business driving at that point in time. You know how sometimes you drive from point A to point B and when you get there you don't remember anything about the trip? It was like that. "You don't have to pose for her, Sam," she said. "I know," I said. "She shouldn't have asked you." "I guess," I said. "Of course she's right. You are the only man she could have asked." "I guess," I said again. "But it was ridiculous of her to do that." For some reason what I thought of at that moment in time was that Hannah thought I'd be a poor model. And since all a model has to do is sit there, that meant she thought the end product would be ugly. A desire to believe otherwise and defend myself caused me to speak before I thought things through completely. That was the real problem in this situation. I hadn't had time to process the whole idea or think about it in any kind of dispassionate manner. "Come on," I said. "I'm not that ugly." "That's not what I meant and you know it," she said, her voice level. I did? Who says I did? Well ... Hannah, for one. That was ... something. Not weird, exactly. But not expected, either. Of course we'd never sat around and had a discussion about either one of us in terms of how we looked aesthetically. Who does that? "I guess I don't know what you mean, then," I said. I was tired and it was hard to think. "I meant that of course you'd be uncomfortable being naked in front of Heidi," said Hannah. "I guess," I said, going back to what was apparently my standard response that evening. "You guess? Don't you know?" "I don't think I know anything," I said. "I think she just caught me by surprise." "Gee, you think that might not surprise somebody?" "Did it surprise you?" "That's different. I'm her mother. She sees me naked all the time." Talk about offering a jug of water to a man dying of thirst. My fantasies being the man, of course, and her comment being the water. "I'm tired," I said. "I'm going to bed." "Okay," she said. "I don't feel like we've finished discussing this, though." "Fine. We'll talk about it tomorrow." "Okay. Good. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, Sam. You're not obligated. You mean too much to us for something like this to poke a stick in your spokes." I blinked. I hadn't heard that phrase in years and years and years. "I'm fine," I said. "I just need sleep." "Okay. 'Night." I hung up and headed for bed. About eight hours of unconsciousness right now sounded pretty good. Turns out sleep probably wasn't what I needed. That's because I don't think there was all that much of it that was actually unconscious. I'm referring to dreams, of course, which don't feel unconscious at all. I read somewhere that the average dream only takes a few seconds to play out in the sleeper's mind. A dream that "lasts" for several hours in the dreamer's mind might take only the time required to blink one's eyes a few times. That would suggest that our brains can "think" at speeds suitable for space travel, while we're not cluttering them up with conscious thoughts. I had several dreams that night and, while they might only have taken a total of ten or fifteen seconds of my sleep time, when I woke up I felt like I'd pulled another all-nighter cramming for final exams in college. Let's just say I didn't feel rested. One of those dreams was about me answering the phone and Hannah saying , "She shouldn't have asked you." Then, magically, I was transported to her living room and we were sitting on the couch. Hannah stood up suddenly and said, "Does my butt look fat? I think this outfit makes my butt look fat." And I answered, "No, I don't think so. Actually, your ass is perfectly symmetrical when compared to your waist and luscious titties." For some reason calling them "luscious titties" didn't faze either of us and felt completely appropriate in this dream.  Then I stood up and said, "But I have a question for you. Does my cock bulge out too much in these shorts?" For some reason I was wearing silk boxers in this dream, and nothing else. She looked at me critically and said, "Well those shorts certainly show it off." To which I answered, "Well I don't want to advertise or anything." Hannah walked around me once, looking me up and down and said, "No, she'll love it. Just make sure you don't take them off. Nobody gets to see that big boy except me!"  In another dream I was standing in a big, airy room with my back to Heidi. I was naked and she kept saying, "Turn around, Sam. I can't draw you that way!" But I couldn't turn around because I was masturbating, trying to get my erection to be soft. Then there was one in which I was standing in that same bright room and Heidi turned the easel around to show me what she'd finished. "What do you think?" she asked. The picture showed me standing regally with my hands on my hips. She'd drawn me with a heavily muscled torso and legs. I was gorgeous. Except that my penis looked like a peanut lying on a ball of cat fur. There was one more that I remembered vaguely. It involved Heidi being the naked one, while I was fully clothed. I was lying down on a couch with my leg raised in much the same pose as I'd imagined Hannah in - the porn pose - and Heidi was frowning, saying, "It isn't supposed to be this way!"  I'm sure a psychologist or shrink would have a field day explaining these dreams, but all they did was make me frustrated. Obviously this whole pose-for-Heidi-naked thing was bothering me. The problem was that I didn't have a clear understanding of why it bothered me. I mean obviously nothing would happen, except she'd draw me. I had fantasies about women all the time, so thatwasn't a big deal. I hadn't had one of those fantasies about Heidi. I'd looked her over and appreciated her budding womanhood, but all that resulted in was thinking about what a heartbreaker she was turning out to be. By that I mean there would be one winner and a whole bunch of guys with broken hearts, once she was claimed. As for Hannah, I'd had a few errant X-rated fantasies about her when Desmond was still alive, but not since he'd died. I started to have one, once, but in that fantasy she was crying and that pretty well put the kibosh on that. Of course there had been that erection, the night before, when the whole subject came up. And my mind hadn't been disciplined enough to manage things, but I blamed that on the unexpectedness of the whole thing. That's the thing about X-rated fantasies. They can happen at dream speeds, before your conscious mind can do anything about them.  As I think back on it now, I think the whole situation changed on me without warning. I had, for various reasons, put Hannah and her daughter in a box marked "No trespassing". Then Harper popped out of that box like a demented clown, pulling her mother with her, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about them in ways that, before this, had been off limits. The problem is, you can't put the djinn back in the bottle once he's been released. I know the story says you can, but it's more complicated than that. In my case once I started thinking about Heidi and Hannah and me and nakedness ... I couldn't banish those thoughts from my mind completely. Either asleep or awake. And the next time I went over there, it got even worse!!!
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