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Chapter 6 – WARMING THE FIRES THAT BURN

Sunday evening my parents came home and told me all about their visit with my brother. I didn’t bother telling them that I met one of the neighbors.

Monday morning, it was back to their grind. Generally speaking, my parents didn’t like me sleeping in. So even though there was no school or work for me, I still woke every morning around 6:00 AM. They actually got up earlier than me because they were usually out the door before 7:00.

I had already showered and was wearing only my robe when they left. Lucy was yapping away at the back door; she wanted breakfast. I walked up to the door and reflected about what happened that weekend. I untied my robe sash, dropped the robe to the floor, opened the door and stepped outside. I immediately looked up towards Pete’s window. The curtains were open, but he was not there. I was disappointed.

I walked up to Lucy’s bowls and picked them up; the food dish was already empty and I poured the remaining water from the dish. I looked up again and still no Pete.

I started to go inside with the dishes and stopped, turning around one more time. Still no Pete. Then, I purposely dropped one of the metal bowls onto the concrete. It made a loud clang. A few seconds later, I dropped the second bowl with the same noisy effect. I knelt down to pick up both dishes and waited. Less than a minute later he walked into view. I looked up, smiled and waved. He did a slight wave back.

Satisfied at being seen, I walked back inside to fill Lucy’s bowls and then returned to the yard. Pete was still there. I set down her bowls, did a wave and went back inside.

That would be the first morning of what became a daily Monday through Friday routine. But it was the only morning that I would need to drop the bowls. He would be there waiting every morning from that day forward.

Later that morning, Mae finally responded to my text asking if she was interested in lunch on Tuesday. We agreed on 11:30 AM which would give us a little more than 75 minutes to talk, not so much to have lunch.

On Tuesday, I have to admit, it actually was a little awkward when we first met. Should we hug? Should we kiss? Should we shake hands? How should I first reconnect after the little episode that ended our evening on Friday night? We didn’t do anything other than wait to be seated.

We sat down, gave our orders and waited for the waitress to leave us alone.

Mae started, “So, are we ok?”

I smiled and said, “Of course we’re ok.”

She asked, “Are you mad at me about what happened?”

I laughed and said, “Seriously? You act like you were an aggressor. As I recall, everything that happened was practically simultaneous. I never backed off and neither did you. In fact, I’m pretty certain that it could have easily gotten more intense, not that it wasn’t intense.”

She asked, “Are you glad it didn’t escalate?”

“No, I was disaapointed. I think I wanted it to go further. Call it curiosity or whatever. But I liked it.”

Mae smiled and said, “Me too. Tell you what. Now that we’ve cleared the air a little bit, let’s not dwell on this ok? We can still be normal and who knows, maybe someday something more serious could happen.”

“Am I still invited for Friday? Does Jason know what happened?”

She chuckled and said, “Jason doesn’t have a clue. Of course we’re on for Friday. But let’s see what happens. You’re not a lesbian, you know. And neither am I.”

I said, “Trust me, I know I’m definitely not a lesbian.”

It was the way I said it that she knew something was up. She said, “Hmmmm, something you want to tell me?”

I said, “My score is no longer 14, it’s 15.”

She said, “Oh my god, you met someone! That’s awesome!”

“Well, not exactly met someone.” I proceeded to tell her all that happened on Saturday, including the little shows that happened during the last two mornings.

When I finished, she said, “Oh my god, you’re a total slut-whore! Why didn’t you fuck him on Sunday too?”

“I didn’t see him and my period started.”

She said, “Well doing it during your period can still be fun, but if you didn’t see him then nothing was going to happen. I really can’t believe you did that. You’re some heavy competition, I feel challenges are in the works.”

I laughed and said, “Very funny. What’s the current score? 15 to 200, 300, 400?”

She said, “Maybe a little higher, I don’t really know.”

I said, “See not much of a competition.”

Mae leaned into me and said, “So did you like it? Did you like doing it with a complete stranger?”

I just gave a big grin.

She said, “Of course you did. That’s why you did it, right?”

I still just smiled more.

Then she asked, “Do you think you would do it again? I don’t mean with him. Just another stranger. Someone you’ve never met. Maybe someone older, maybe someone younger. White, black, yellow brown. Just some guy who comes on to you, you know what he wants, he has you and then leaves. Just like with Pete, casino şirketleri just someone else is all.”

I smiled even more and said, “I’m pretty certain I would. No, I know I would.”

She said, “What about him?” She was looking over my shoulder. I looked back in the direction she was looking. There was a guy sitting having lunch by himself. Nothing spectacular about him. Just another white guy. I looked back at him again and could see his wedding ring.

I said, “Sure, him or anyone like him.”

She said, “I think I believe you.”

“Why shouldn’t you believe me?”

“No reason. He was just the first guy I could point out, that’s all. Would you let him know you want to fuck?”

I said, “Mae, if you’re trying to dare me to go over and introduce myself, after what happened Saturday, yes I’d do it. But, I’m on my period. Now is not the time to waste my energies. Trust me, I have no doubt that I will be naughty again. Why? Because I want to be naughty again.”

“You know, I had my hunch about you the first time we met. You’re more like me than not. I just wish I was more like you when I was your age.”

I asked, “What difference would it have really made if you were younger?”

She said, “My score would probably be over a thousand!” to which we both laughed a little too hard.

Time was running down and I said, “I guess we should probably get going.” We went across the street to the bank.

We didn’t have any more sex related conversations the remainder of the week, although there were multiple friendly smiles that were shared between the two of us at work.

Near the end of the workday on Thursday she said, “You’re still coming over for dinner tomorrow, right?” I assured her I would be there.

Just like the previous dinner, Mae asked me to be there precisely at 5:00. I would come to learn that Mae liked appointments to be prompt; it didn’t matter if it was for work, dinner or dates. Mae greeted me at the door, and again I stepped out of my sandals. This time I wore a skirt and a tube top. The tube top was braless.

There was no grand tour on this visit, but still I looked around admiring the home. But what I enjoyed most was the air conditioning. It was hot on that Friday, almost 90 degrees. My parents’ home was as hot inside as it was outside. Even if we had air condition, my parents would have likely never turned it on because of their cultural aversion to cold. So, the cool inside air was beyond refreshing.

We walked into the kitchen and Jason was actually the one making dinner. I offered to help, but he said he was nearly finished. He asked Mae to get me a glass of wine which she did and I accepted.

Within minutes of arriving, we were already seated at the table. Jason seemed hurried. Mae explained that Jason’s mother had taken a fall that afternoon. Although apparently not a serious fall, his mother was not doing too well. Jason needed to drive up to Sacramento for the night to help her through the night. She said he would be leaving right after we finished dinner. It took a lot of effort to keep my face from lighting up. But the way she said it, didn’t imply that the night might be anything special.

Jason rushed through his meal and finished before us. He apologized for leaving so quickly, but he needed to deal with the Friday night commute traffic to Sacramento and he really wanted to get to his mother. Apparently, his parents were divorced and she lived alone. He excused himself and left a few minutes later.

Upon his departure, Mae offered me another glass of wine. She didn’t say or do anything to suggest that we might start up where we left off the previous Friday. I thought about our lunch when she said, ‘Maybe someday something more serious could happen’. It seemed that someday was not this day.

We finished our dinner and stayed at the table talking and drinking our wine. She poured the last from the bottle of wine. We were numb enough to be in a share-all mood.

Mae and I were getting giggly and talking up a storm.

I had to ask her, “Did you have a good day?”

She smiled and said, “Friday’s tend to be very good days, let me show you something.”

She walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and returned with a stack of money in her hand. She spread the bills out on the table; they were all hundreds.

I gulped and said, “Is that from today?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t bother trying to count it and asked, “How much is that?”

“Twenty-four hundred.”

I said, “Oh my god, how many guys did you fuck?”

“Just six.”

I quickly did the math in my head and said, “They each paid you four hundred?!”

“No. Three paid three hundred. The last three paid five hundred. Today is what I call Freaky Friday. For a select few clients I will let them fuck me without condoms, but they need to know that someone else may have already cum inside me. It is a bit of a fetish for some guys. So if a guy wants to do it, he has to pay the extra two hundred.” She stopped and waited for casino firmaları my reaction.

I smiled and said, “So you let three guys cum inside you?”

“Yes. And the best part is they were all black. God, I love black cock. I would never tell any of them, but I’d let them fuck me for free.”

With our discretion meters turned off, we were more than willing to share secrets. And the conversation continued. There were no barriers on this night.

I said, “I wish I were you! That sounds so wild!”

She asked, “Have you ever fucked a black guy?”

With a disappointed look I simply said, “No.”

Mae responded, “You should. There is just something about it; it can be so exciting?”

I asked the stereotypical question, “Are black guys really as big as they say?”

She laughed and said, “They come in all shapes and sizes, just like everyone else. But some are definitely larger than most guys. And sometimes they can fuck ferociously. I love it!”

Mae said, “Let’s clear these plates and go outside.”

Together we quickly cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. When we finished with the chores, Mae led me to the backyard.

We went to the backyard and walked toward an outside counter. We walked to the other side of it and there was a built-in refrigerator. Mae opened it up and said, “What should we have? Beer, wine or, oh yes, tequila?!” and she pulled out a chilled bottle. She looked at me and said, “What do you think?”

“How can I say ‘no’?!”

She opened up a cabinet door and pulled out a couple of plastic cups. Armed with the tequila together we walked to the Jacuzzi.

Mae directed me to the edge of the Jacuzzi. Mae pulled off her top and shorts. Unlike the previous week, she was wearing a bra and panties which she removed, as well. Naked, she sat at the edge of the Jacuzzi, putting her feet into the water. I followed her lead and sat down next to her. Comfortably seated, Mae cracked open the sealed tequila bottle and poured an ample amount into each cup. She handed me a cup, picked up hers and we raised our cups together. Mae said, “Race you!” We simultaneously poured the entire contents down our throats. It burned. She started to refill our cups but I suggested we take it slowly. That was probably a good decision because the alcohol hit me pretty hard just a few minutes later.

The tequila rush came on fast and furious. I can’t say that either of us were drunk, but neither one of us had any inhibitions either.

Mae said, “Ok, I’ve told you so much. And now I know you definitely have a wild side. But, you just haven’t told me everything. What is the wildest thing you’ve ever done?”

I said, “What? What happened with Pete isn’t wild enough?”

“Ok, then maybe the second wildest thing you’ve ever done.”

“I fucked my friend’s boyfriend.”

Mae laughed and said, “I’ve fucked a lot of friend’s boyfriends and husbands!”

I said, “It wasn’t just an indiscretion. It was pretty bad.”

Mae said, “Come on, spill. I want to hear the whole story.”

I told her the story.

About a 15 months prior, I got a text from my friend’s boyfriend. He and I had flirted before, but all in good fun. But the text suggested more. It was early evening and he asked me what I was doing. I wasn’t doing anything at the time and told him so. He asked me if I wanted to come over; he said his parents were away for the weekend and he had the house to himself.

I asked him if his girlfriend was there too. He said she wasn’t. I asked if she was going to be there. He said she wouldn’t. I asked him why he wanted me to come over.

He replied, “If you don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t come over.”

To which I responded, “What should I wear?”

He replied, “As little as possible.”

He asked, “Will you come over?”

I ended the text by writing, “I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

Mae said, “Wow, so you liked him?”

I said, “I was intrigued by him.”

“Why was that?”

“Because he was older (24) and Maria told me he liked to fuck her hard.”

“So you like to be fucked by older guys, and you like to be fucked hard?” I didn’t respond and just smiled. She said, “So, what did you wear?”

I told her I put on the shortest skirt I could find, a sheer pullover top and no bra or panties. On my feet I only wore flip-flops. It took me two minutes to put everything on, but it would only take me 10 seconds to take everything off.

Mae said, “You’re very smart girl! So did you make it there in thirty minutes?”

I laughed and told her it was closer to15 minutes.

“So did he fuck you on the entry floor?”

I giggled, “No, but he did greet me at the door.”

“What did you say to him once you were face to face.”

“I asked him, ‘Do you want to show me your bedroom?.'”

We went straight to his room. He had pulled all the coverings and pillows from his bed. We sat on the side of the bed. Despite the fact that up to that point neither one of us had touched the other, güvenilir casino we were both breathing heavily. His closet door was slightly open and I could see multiple neckties hanging inside. It made me think of something that Maria (his girlfriend) had told me. I stood up from the bed and walked to the closet and grabbed a handful of the neckties and put them on the bed.

I stood next to him while he was still seated on the bed. Without saying anything I stepped out of my flip-flops and pulled my top over my head. As I did so, he pulled my skirt down to my ankles and I stepped out from it. I stood next to him completely naked. He stood and moved towards me to kiss me. I stopped him and said, “No kissing. I want you to have your way with me, but no kissing.”

Mae asked, “Why not kiss him?”

I laughed and said, “Out of respect for Maria. Pretty rich, huh? I would fuck her boyfriend, just not kiss him.”

I picked up one of the neckties and brought it across my eyes and I tied it around my head. The bedroom went completely dark to me. Both of us were breathing even heavier yet. Still standing, I turned my back to him and brought my wrists together behind my back. I told him, “Maria told me that one time you had suggested tying her up and she refused. I’m not like her.”

With my wrists together, I felt him wrap a tie around them several times and then tied it into a knot.

He said, “You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Standing there I could hear him undressing. It seemed to take him as little time as it had taken me.

As he undressed he said, “Do you know what made me call you?”

I said, “No, what?”

He said, “Maria told me you’re a total slut. Ever since then I’ve wanted to fuck you.”

“When did she tell you that?”

“Yesterday.”

I said, “I wish she told you earlier.”

And then I felt him bring his cock between my tied hands. I blindly squeezed and stroked his cock behind my back; he was already hard.

Suddenly, he pulled away and pushed me on my back onto the bed. He brought his hands to my legs and pulled them apart. I spread them for him. His face went straight between my legs and he started eating my pussy.

After only a few minutes he stopped and sat me up at the edge of the bed. I could feel him standing right there and I opened my mouth. He slid his cock inside my mouth. I groaned and pulled away. I said, “Your cock feels so good in my mouth. I like your taste.” And went back to sucking his cock.

Within only a couple minutes he said, “Do you want me to fuck your pussy?”

I said, “Yes. Do you have a condom? I’m not on the pill.”

He said, “I don’t have any condoms.”

I said, “Then be careful.”

He had me turn around and he untied my wrists. I lay back on the bed and he had me I point my hands and feet towards the four corners of the bed. I told him, “I knew this what you wanted so do it.”

Without responding, I felt him tether me in four different directions with neckties. He tightened each as he secured them to the head and foot of the bed. I told him, “Oh my god, I love this”.

And then I felt him climb onto the bed between my spread legs. He brought his cock to my pussy. I was completely soaked. He gently brought the head of his cock inside the lips of my cunt. I felt my pussy open up to receive him. And then he pushed his way inside me. We moaned together as he buried himself fully inside me.

At first he held himself still, and as he did I reminded him to be careful. And then he started to fuck me. He fucked me continuously for about five minutes. I could tell he was getting close and I reminded him once again to be careful. Then he sped up again. I said, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” He continued fucking me harder and harder. I could sense he was getting closer. And then I said the words I should not have, “Cum inside me! Cum inside me!” Even as I said the words I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew what my cycle was and I knew I was totally ovulating. He didn’t question me. He didn’t second guess me. I said, “Do it! Do it!”

And then it happened. He pushed up inside me and proceeded to fill me. As he did, I said, “Yes, yes. I feel it. Oh it feels so good.” He could tell I liked it and let his cum drain inside me.

Two minutes later he stopped and pulled himself out of me. I could feel my chest rising up and down as I was panting heavily. He climbed off the bed. He started to untie me.

I told him, “No. Don’t untie me.”

He said, “Really?”

I said, “Fuck me all night long. I want to spend the night. Let me be your slave.”

He said, “Maybe I shouldn’t have cum inside you.”

I said, “Cum inside me all night long. It’s too late now. Make your girlfriends’ friend pregnant. Let me suck you hard again. I want to suck you now.” Collectively, my body and libido were craving more sex.

He did not try to rebuff my suggestion. I felt him straddle over my body and felt his cock on my lips. His cock was soft and sticky and smelled of pussy; my pussy. I proceeded to suck him. It took almost twenty minutes of sucking, but his cock was finally hard enough to perform. And, he went back to fucking me. It took almost thirty minutes before he came again. Once again, he came inside me.

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