Return to Sender

Sub-Genres: Holiday, Romantic, Valentine’s Day

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Valentine’s Day: A holiday celebrating romantic love named after a saint who was killed either for performing marriage ceremonies against his leader’s orders or by trying to help christians escape persecution.

Either way, it’s a day that celebrates the death of a man who was foolish enough to try to promote this farce called ‘love.’

Or, at least, that’s how I used to feel…

Valentine’s Day has never been a favorite holiday of mine, and 2003 looked to be no different. In the department stores the decorations and candy went on sale the day after Christmas, replacing the red and green with red and pink and making me need extra shots of Pepto Bismol.

My place of employment was not immune from Valentine’s Fever and by February 1st, several women in the office had draped the entire floor with hearts, streamers and paper cutout cupids. They also insisted that on February 14th everyone in the office give out Valentine’s gifts and cards.

I received several icy glares when I announced that I would not be participating and for the 13 days leading up to the saccharine event I got the cold shoulder from all but a few of the other women in the office. Several of the men privately told me they wished they had done the same, but they had already agreed before I voiced my dissent.

Valentine’s Day was on a Friday. I came in and immediately shut my private office door, trying to block out the sounds of women giggling like they were lovesick teenagers. From what little I had observed, the married women were behaving more foolishly than the single women, which made me proud to be one of those single women.

At 12:30 I went to lunch, relieved to escape the office. I returned an hour later to find everyone at their desks, quietly reading cards and examining the contents of open boxes. The gift swap had obviously occurred while I was absent.

I went to my office and opted to leave my door ajar, as it seemed the main festivities had finally wound to a conclusion. I walked around my desk, reading the messages that had been placed in my inbox during my absence, and sat to continue on my report that was due by the end of the day.

I squeaked, feeling something in my seat. I jumped back up and looked down to see a long, thin silver box in my chair. I picked it up and sat back down, opening the box. A folded piece of paper lay inside. I picked it up and gasped, seeing a simple, tasteful diamond bracelet lying beneath it.

I looked at the door as if to see who had left it. This wasn’t a friendly, silly Valentine’s gift. This was a moderately expensive piece of jewelry and I had no idea who would have left it in my office.

I looked back down, opened the letter and read:

Dear Beth,
I hope I’m not being too forward. I could tell that you thought this whole Valentine’s Day business was silly, but I thought it would be a perfect time to let you know how attractive I find you. You’re very beautiful and I would love to get to know you even better. If you’re not interested, please keep the gift anyway – I won’t take it back from you. If you are interested, please stop by my office after work this afternoon and we’ll talk.
Sincerely,
Bryan Walker.

I sat back in my chair, stunned. I had known Bryan Walker for two years, ever since he transferred from Miami, but had never really considered him as more than a ‘friend at the office.’ This past year we had been assigned to an important project and had finished it very successfully, bringing in more clients than the bosses had even hoped for.

But what was I to do now? He was a nice man, as far as I could tell. We hadn’t talked much about anything personal during the time we worked together. There just hadn’t been time for it. He was quite handsome, possessing the rugged look that I found appealing, but that didn’t change the fact that I didn’t know him very well at all.

I couldn’t keep this bracelet. It wasn’t overly extravagant, but it wasn’t a piece of costume jewelry either. After work I would talk to him and return the bracelet. I simply would not accept it.

I didn’t get much work done in the final three hours of the day and I barely finished my report before the boss left at 4:30, thirty minutes before anyone else. I kept opening the box and looking at the bracelet and thinking about Bryan. The whole situation was making my stomach nervous, filled with butterflies. The more I thought about talking to him, the more I considered keeping the bracelet and giving him a chance. It had been a long time since I had seen anyone and even I admitted that it would be very nice to have a date for Valentine’s Day.

At 4:50, people started passing my door. Several said goodbye to me, including some of the women who had shunned me since the first of February. I assumed I was finally forgiven for my scrooginess.

At 5:00, I walked out of my office, rather nervous. I looked down the hall and saw that Bryan’s door was open and I could hear him typing on his computer. I closed my office door and locked it, then turned to walk to his office.

The short hallway had never seemed so long before and I considered bolting, but kept walking forward, not allowing myself to chicken out. Besides, even if I were to reconsider going out with him, I just couldn’t keep this bracelet.

I held the box holding the bracelet behind my back and knocked on Bryan’s doorframe. His head shot up quickly. He looked at me, obviously very on edge, and appearing confused.

“Beth?”

“Hi Bryan. Um…would you like to talk?”

He looked over my shoulder. “Is everyone else gone?”

I nodded. “Yes. We’re all alone.”

He sighed deeply and looked down. He looked back up at me, smiling. “Sure, Beth. Come in.”

I shut the door behind me and sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I looked down into my lap at the box, still very nervous, then looked back up at him. He was watching me patiently, waiting for me to speak.

“I – I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me.”

“It’s a lovely bracelet and I’m quite flattered. But I can’t-“

“Wait. Bracelet?”

I lifted the box that I had been holding. “Yes. I got your present.”

“Oh shit,” he whispered, suddenly looking panicked. “I’m going to kill Cindy.”

“Cindy?”

“Beth, there’s been a mistake.”

I looked at him for a moment, quite confused, and then my head cleared. I was shocked to find that I was angry. I held the silver box up in front of him and said, “This was meant for Beth Flanagan, wasn’t it?” He nodded. “I should have known,” I hissed, standing. I flung the box onto his desk.

Beth Flanagan had joined the company a year before. She was blonde, blue-eyed, very busty and dressed in a very skimpy fashion. She covered just enough to follow the office dress code but always made it obvious that she wished to wear less.

I turned to leave the office.

“Beth, wait, I didn’t mean for this to happen. Cindy was supposed to leave it on Beth Flanagan’s desk.”

I was at the door by now. I put my hand on the doorknob, and then turned to face him. “Maybe Cindy felt that a 39 year old professional would have no interest in courting a 19 year old bimbo who barely passed high school.”

I left his office in a huff and started down the hall. I heard him yell, “Hey! Come back here!” He sounded offended, but I didn’t even turn around.

I got into the elevator and pushed the button to take me to the garage bay. I saw that he was trying to catch up with me but I simply crossed my arms and watched the elevator doors shut in his face, just as he reached the lift.

As I floated down the 15 floors to the garage, I fumed. I couldn’t believe a seemingly sensible man like Bryan Walker would want to have anything to do with someone like Beth Flanagan. She was a simpering, childish moron who refrained from using her brain whenever possible. She was one of ‘those’ that thought anyone with an IQ over 10 was an intellectual snob. Apparently, she expected to get through life on her looks and ease of access. What was really angering about her was that she would probably manage just fine, as long as she kept up her appearance.

Around floor 4, I stopped fuming. What was I doing? I was acting like a jealous woman over a man I had never even considered dating before 1:35 this afternoon. Why was I so upset about this? I certainly wasn’t angry over losing the bracelet. I wasn’t that materialistic. Was it possible that I had been harboring an attraction for Bryan that I wasn’t even conscious of?

When the elevator doors opened to the parking garage, Bryan was standing there, leaning against the elevator frame, still holding the bracelet box. He seemed to be out of breath. I stared at him for a moment then softly said, “What do you want, Bryan? I’m sorry I acted like that, but I was quite embarrassed and humiliated.”

He grasped my arm and pulled me out of the elevator, seeing the doors about to close. “I’m very sorry that this happened. I certainly didn’t mean to lead anyone on, especially someone I have such admiration for.”

“It’s okay. I guess it’s my fault too. I – well – “ I blushed. “I guess I had my hopes up.”

He smiled and I could tell that he was trying not to. “I’m not laughing at you, Beth. I’m just flattered.”

“Well, like I said, I’m sorry I got so angry. I hope Beth likes the bracelet.”

I turned to walk to my car, but stopped when he softly said, “Do you really think I’m being foolish?”

I faced him again. “Yes, Bryan, I do. You’re a handsome man and you’re quite charming, but Beth Flanagan doesn’t care about those things. The girl never shuts up and from what she tells everyone in the office, all she’s looking for is a sugar daddy who will overlook her dalliances with young, muscular men. Besides, you deserve something better than what she has to offer.”

“Thanks, Beth. I suppose you’re right. I have been acting like an idiot.” He looked down at the silver box that he was holding. “I can’t believe I actually bought her a diamond bracelet.”

“Yes, what were you thinking? A diamond bracelet to someone you’ve never even gone out with? It seems very forward and…”

“What? You can say it.”

I hesitated then said, “Desperate.”

He laughed, without humor. “This is not how I pictured this Valentine’s Day ending.”

“I’m sorry Bryan. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.”

“Do you have plans for tonight?”

“No, I don’t.”

He looked at me. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me? I feel like I still owe you more than a verbal apology.”

“It wasn’t your fault, but I accept your invitation.”

- – - – -

Bryan had made reservations for himself and the other Beth, so we soon found ourselves at the best table in the one of the nicest restaurants in town. We ordered our dinner and sipped some wine while we waited for our food.

When Bryan and I had been assigned to the project the previous year, we had gotten along very well in regards to our work. Fortunately, we found talking to each other about personal things just as easy and our meal passed pleasantly. The food was delicious, the wine superb and I found myself laughing often which was not something I was known for.

“You’re very pretty when you smile,” Bryan said. “You should do it more often.”

“You only see me at work. That place doesn’t exactly induce laugh riots.”

“No, but others find ways to stay happy in that place. Like the whole Valentine’s Day party. You were such a bitch about that.”

“Oh, I was a bitch, huh?” I said in mock anger, but grinning at the comment. “I just happened to find the whole thing pressuring on us poor souls who don’t have someone special to share the day with. It can be a little depressing.”

“But it doesn’t have to be. If you had just joined in the fun a little bit, the whole thing might have made you feel better about not having someone special. It’s not like the women in the office expected you to find your soul mate by hanging a few cardboard hearts on the ceiling.”

“I’ve never been much of a joiner.”

“That’s fine, but maybe you should at least figure out ways to keep yourself happy if you won’t let others help you.”

I didn’t answer him, opting to take another drink of wine instead.

We soon finished our meal and despite my protest, Bryan paid and we stood to leave. He had driven us to the restaurant and since it was now past 8:00, the parking garage at our office was closed.

Bryan drove me to my apartment and parked in my spot to let me out.

“Thank you for the evening,” I said. “Despite how it all came about, I had a very nice time.”

“Me too, Beth. Thank you for not hating me.”

“Bryan, how many times do I have to say this: It wasn’t your fault. I over-reacted.”

“I was just being a fool. I mean, Beth Flanagan. C’mon.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

I opened the car door, but he grasped my other hand. I looked at him and found him staring at me. “What is it?” I asked.

He pulled on my arm, leaning towards me at the same time. I didn’t think and I didn’t hesitate. I met his lips with my own as he grasped my head. I moaned softly as he kissed me. I could feel that he was nervous about being so forward and when he nudged my lips with his tongue, I parted them letting him know that I welcomed his boldness. Our kiss deepened and his tongue wound about my own. His fingers had slowly moved deep into my hair and were massaging my scalp. I could feel my body responding to both his kiss and the fingers on my sensitive scalp..

I tried to pull away, feeling overwhelmed, but he refused to let me go. I stopped resisting and moved closer, sucking on his tongue gently. I heard him moan and his arms moved down and around me, trying to pull me closer. The car’s stick shift that was between us was blocking us from a full embrace.

He finally broke our kiss and whispered, “Let me come upstairs with you.”

I made a soft sound of wanting, but said, “I don’t think so, Bryan. I wasn’t even your first choice as date – “

“Don’t,” he said deeply. “I was an idiot. You are ten times as sexy as that bimbo and right now I want nothing more than to take you upstairs and…and take you.”

I hesitated, feeling myself already burning between my legs. His obvious desire was fanning the flame and I found it hard not to immediately cry ‘Yes! Take me now!”

“I’ve never slept with someone this quickly,” I said instead.

“So? Do you want me, Beth?”

“Yes,” I admitted, barely above a whisper.

“Then take me upstairs. I’m not asking you to marry me. Just let me spend the night with you.”

I couldn’t answer. My head was spinning and while I knew I should say no, my mouth would not do it. I gasped when he gently cupped my breast in his hand and began rubbing the hard nipple that was straining against the silk cloth of my blouse. His other hand was undoing the buttons just enough for his hand to move inside. He grunted in appreciation as he cupped my bra-clad breast in his palm

I sat there, gasping, not moving an inch as his hands finished undoing the buttons and spread my blouse open exposing my white lace bra. He lowered his head to my chest and moved his lips onto the swells of my breasts. He pushed both of them up with his hands and rubbed his cheeks against the resulting mounds. His cheeks were warm against me and I found that I couldn’t let him leave without feeling his lips on me.

“Bryan, come upstairs with me.”

- – - -

I didn’t bother to re-button my blouse as we left the car and got into the elevator. We were alone for the ride up to the 10th floor and Bryan took advantage of our solitude. He pressed against my back, burying his face in my neck as he kissed, licked and bit at me. His hands grasped my breasts again, kneading them gently and flicking his thumbs against my nipples teasingly.

I arched my back, pressing my ass against his crotch. He lowered one hand to my hip and held me tightly against his erection as he subtly thrust against me several times.

When the elevator stopped at my floor we pulled apart and stepped out. I pulled my blouse closed and looked up and down the hallway. There was no one to be seen and we quickly went three doors down to my apartment.

Once we were inside and the door was closed, he pulled me against him, kissing me deeply once again, moving his hands all over my body. I threw my keys to the floor and dropped my purse to put my arms tightly around him returning the passion he was giving.

He pushed my arms down again and pulled my blouse off of my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. He deftly undid my bra strap, releasing my swollen breasts.

“Yes!” I cried out when his lips wrapped about my left nipple. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he sucked and licked at me, driving me mad. I let my head hang back, my mouth open.

I gasped when he suddenly threw me down. I landed on the couch as I opened my eyes. He was removing his jacket, staring down at me. I kicked off my shoes and began undoing the button of my slacks.

We watched each other undress down to our underwear and he moaned softly, seeing the red lace panties that I was wearing. His boxer briefs were snug and I smiled in appreciation at the bulge I saw.

Bryan lie atop me, burying his face between my breasts. He forced my legs apart, lying between them as his mouth once again found my hard nipple. He moved his mouth between both of them, eagerly sucking and nipping, making me writhe beneath him, grinding my hips up against him. His hands moved from my breasts, down to my hips and legs and back up again, as his lips made me gasp and burn.

He lifted himself slightly and moved his right hand between my legs. I whimpered, feeling his fingers push my panties aside to allow his fingers access. “Mm, you’re already nice and wet,” he whispered, pushing two fingers inside of me as I moaned deeply. He moved them in and out several times then moved to my throbbing clit.

I lay beneath him, panting as his fingers manipulated my sensitive bud, occasionally dipping deep inside me. His mouth moved all over my chest and breasts and I couldn’t keep my body still. I could feel the orgasm mounting inside and my moans became deeper and louder with each passing second.

I was thrusting against his hand when I came, yelling quite loudly. He moved his fingers deep inside me and I moaned as my body shivered in pleasure. He grasped me tightly with his hand and then moved his face above mine.

“Roll over,” he ordered and moved off of me so that I could obey. He removed my panties completely, running his hand over my ass. I closed my eyes, listening to him remove his boxers. I heard the ripping of a condom wrapper and my breath rate soared. It had been a very long time since I had heard that sound and I felt myself burning even hotter between my legs.

He got on the couch behind me and pulled on my hips until I was on my knees, my face pressed against the pillow cushion I was holding beneath my head.

He moved his cock head against my pussy and I gasped. I hadn’t even seen his dick yet and it was about to push deep inside of me. He ran his cock head up and down my slit, teasing me. “Do you want it?” he rasped, running his hands over my ass.

“Yes, Bryan. I want it.”

He grasped both of my hips and began pushing his cock into me. My mouth widened as he pushed – and pushed. His length wasn’t over average, but his girth had me breathless. His cock stretched my pussy, filling it ever so slowly, and I moaned at the satisfaction of having a cock in me again after having gone without for so long.

He began thrusting into me and I pushed back, matching his tempo. We moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of each other. He pushed further into me with each thrust and I heard deep moans issuing from his throat. He began moving faster, thrusting into me deeply. I gasped with each thrust as his cock stretched me further with each one. I was soon crying out and he began to pound me with earnest, his balls slapping against me.

“Oh yes!” I yelled. “Yes, Bryan! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

He began grunting and soon was rasping. His grip on my hips was beginning to hurt in such a way that I never wanted it to end, but he moved his right hand around me and between my legs. I yelled in pleasure, feeling his fingers slide against my clit once again. He rubbed at a heightened pace to match his thrusts. I began crying out with each pound against me and he growled when I screamed in orgasm, suddenly bucking hard backwards against him. His grunts continued for just a few seconds more than he finally released inside me, growling once again as he came.

He collapsed on top of me and we lay like that, tangled and gasping for breath.

“God damn, Beth,” he whispered between breaths. “That was incredible.” I just moaned in response, incapable of speaking.

When we had finally caught our breath, he rose and rolled me to my back then stretched himself on top of me, kissing me deeply but slowly. “I want to fuck you again,” he said around my tongue. “But first, I want to clean up. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall. Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” he whispered with a seductive grin.

He stood and we both went down the hall into the bathroom. He hesitated in the door, seeing the large Jacuzzi tub in the corner of the room. He immediately walked to it and started running the water. I added some bubbles as he used the facilities.

The tub filled quickly and I slipped in, gasping a bit at the heat of the water. Bryan joined me and turned off the taps.

I immediately moved into his lap, straddling his legs. He grasped my waist as I moved my lips onto his, kissing him softly, lingering at his lips, teasing him. I parted his lips with my tongue and he moaned as I explored his mouth leisurely, rubbing my tongue against his.

His hands moved up my sides slowly until they were both cupping my breasts. “You have such nice breasts,” he whispered around our kiss. “Nice and firm and such large nipples.”

“Not quite as big as Beth Flanagan’s though,” I whispered back in a teasing tone.

“No, but don’t believe what you hear. All breasts are nice, no matter what size, and yours are gorgeous..”

He moved his hands over them and squeezed gently, kissing me once again. I could feel his cock growing between my legs and I rubbed my thigh against him, helping the process along.

“Do you know what I would really like?” he whispered.

“Tell me.”

“I would really like to feel your hand on my cock, stroking me until I come.”

I moved out of his lap, but remained pressed against him. He grasped my hand and moved it between his legs, placing my palm firmly against his testicles. He moaned deeply as I squeezed gently.

He relaxed, putting his arms up on the tub rim and reclining slightly, letting his head fall back. I moved my lips to his neck, gently kissing.

I moved my hand up to grasp the base of his thick cock and I heard a short grunt. I began stroking him at a lazy tempo, biting at his neck now and he sighed in pleasure.

I moved my hand over him at a relaxed tempo, squeezing the head just a bit harder with each stroke. I would move my hand down occasionally to cup and massage his balls, then move back to the shaft, caressing and fondling.

After a few minutes, he was gasping loudly. My mouth was on his nipple, sucking, licking and biting as my hand pumped his rod at a heightened tempo.

“Ah god,” he managed. “Ah god, yes, faster, Beth. Harder.”

I obeyed and began pumping his meat in my hand as fast as I could. I began making my own noises, writhing against his side.

“Beth, I want to come on your breasts,” he moaned.

I immediately sat back, arching my back. He got on his knees and I leaned forward. He adjusted so that his cock was lying between my breasts. I grasped him again and began pumping him harder and faster. He grasped my shoulders and stared down at my breasts, moaning.

I felt his cock swell and we both cried out as he came, covering me with his cum. He pushed my hand aside gently and grasped his own cock, rubbing my breasts with it, breathing hard and still shuddering.

When he finally pulled back, he helped me wash my breasts and we both stood to leave the tub. We dried each other off and moved to my bedroom. We crawled into bed and lay in each other’s arms, kissing and talking softly.

He saw that I was drifting, so he had me roll over. He pressed against my back and wrapped his arm around me, entangling our legs. I glanced at the clock and saw that it read 11:59.

This had been the vest Valentine’s Day ever.

- – - – -

I awoke the next morning, feeling a bit disoriented. I was facing the wrong way, I was on the wrong side of the bed, and something large and hard was pressing against my ass.

I rolled over and Bryan awoke. I smiled at him, the previous evening flooding back into my brain. He smiled back and pulled me against himself, grasping my ass tightly.

Before I knew it, I was burning between my legs, he had a condom on his cock and I was in his lap, riding it slowly, grinding my hips. His hands ran over my breasts as I rode him. I arched my back towards him, letting my head hang back. I couldn’t stop my moans and cries and we both came rather quickly.

I collapsed beside him and he pulled me close again. After catching our breath, he softly said, “Would you have any objections if I just stayed here all weekend?”

“I would object if you even consider spending your weekend otherwise.”

“I may need to get some more condoms, unless you have some here.”

“I only have one.”

“Then let’s do this. I’ll go out and get us some lunch. I’ll stop by the drug store and buy the biggest box they have, then I’ll come back, we’ll eat lunch, and then I’ll eat you.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

While Bryan was gone, I cleaned myself up a bit; showered quickly, did my hair, brushed my teeth. I pulled my robe on, knowing it pointless to dress, but then pulled it back off, having a better idea.

When Bryan returned, he found me in the kitchen setting my breakfast nook with two place settings. He had brought back Chinese food and we sat down to eat a rather large meal.

“I see you didn’t bother to dress,” he said, indicating my robe. “You’re smart in the office AND at home.” He stood and carried his dishes to the sink. He turned around and moved to take my plate as well, but stopped cold.

I was lying back on the bench seat, leaning against the wall. I had opened my robe and propped my left calf up on the table. I hadn’t dressed, but I wasn’t completely naked either. From the look on his face, and the rising bulge in his slacks, I could see that he liked the black fishnets, garter and lace bra.

“I hope you saved room for dessert,” I said, smiling up at him, feeling silly for saying it, but feeling quite sexy at the same time.

He kneeled before me and moved between my spread legs, running his hands over the stockings. He lowered his head and kissed my hipbone. I watched him as he kissed my lower stomach, continuing to run his hands over my legs.

I closed my eyes when he finally pressed his tongue between my lips. As his tongue pushed against my clit I moaned aloud. With one hand, he spread my lips apart so that his tongue could rub me everywhere, while with his other hand, he slid his fingers inside of me.

His tongue moved against me slowly, teasing my sensitive nub as his fingers pressed into me, first two, then three, then his entire hand. I writhed on the bench, moaning as his tongue and fingers sent spasms of pleasure ripping through me, and my vocalizations let him know just how much I loved his technique.

By the time he pulled away from me, I was panting from my second ear-splitting orgasm and I was as limp as freshly cooked pasta. He stood, grasped my hands, and pulled me to my feet, despite my groans in protest. Fortunately, he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom.

Before depositing me back on the bed, he pulled my robe off and threw it on the chair next to the window.

I opened my eyes and watched him undress once again and smiled seeing his pounding erection. He moved onto the bed and onto me, kissing me ravenously, rubbing his cock against my stocking-clad leg.

“I want you to suck it,” he rasped. “I want my cock down your throat while you kneel on all fours, on top of me, upside down so I can play with your tits.”

“What if I say no?” I rasped back.

“You won’t say no. You’ll do as I tell you.”

“Yes. I will do as you say.”

He rolled onto his back and I moved over him, turning around so that my knees were on either side of his head. I grasped his cock with one hand, bracing myself with the other, and began stroking him.

His cock was already pounding in my hand and I was worried he was about to come at any second. “Suck me, Beth,” he ordered.

I didn’t obey, moving my tongue over his head instead. He didn’t seem to mind my disobedience and moaned in pleasure as my tongue moved over his dick, licking him like a lollipop, purposely moving slow as to explore every ridge, every vein.

I moved my hand away from his cock, now bracing myself on all fours, and wrapped my lips around him. I heard a raspy ‘yes!’ issue from his throat and I slowly moved down his length, bobbing slightly as I did so, taking more and more of him. I felt my lips stretch around his girth and I moaned which caused him to yell, enjoying the vibration.

I kept moving down until my nose was brushing his balls, then I moved back up and began sucking on his thick cock, moving my tongue all over him, sucking gently at first, then suddenly hard, then back to gentle sucks.

His hands moved all over me as I made love to his cock with my mouth. He didn’t remove my bra, opting to play with my nipples through the lace. He would move his hands around me to caress my back and then down to my ass. I moaned as he slapped my cheeks every so often, which caused him to moan even louder in response.

When I felt his tongue pressing against my clit once again, I couldn’t help but suck on his dick extra hard. Both of his hands were on my ass now as he dined on me once again, and my head began bobbing on his cock faster and I sucked harder. He began thrusting and I went with his rhythm, my moans never stopping.

When I came, I moved down his cock, swallowing him and he came in response, filling my throat with his cum. I pulled back and continued sucking until his body stopped shivering and his moans stopped.

I let his dick slide from between my lips and I moved so that I was next to him, right side up now. He pulled me close to him and I found myself drifting off to sleep once again.

I awoke an hour later, still on the bed, but covered with a throw that I kept in my bureau drawers. I looked up when Bryan walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He was completely nude and his cock was hard once again.

“How long can you go?” I asked, wondering the same for myself.

“Normally not this long, but there’s something about you and today. I just can’t get enough.”

“What do you want to do next?”

He didn’t answer, but simply joined me on the bed again. He pushed me onto my stomach, threw the blanket to the floor, and began kissing the back of my neck, running his hand over my back and ass.

I gasped as his lips planted soft kisses down my spine. I moaned deeply as he ran his tongue back up. His hand was grasping my left ass cheek possessively, kneading.

“You have a nice ass, Beth,” he whispered.

“Thank you. Yours is pretty nice, too.”

“Beth, I really like your ass.”

I paused, wondering why he was repeating himself then realized what he was asking me. I felt my whole body flush and I became a little dizzy.

“I’ve never done that,” I said, so softly that he asked me to repeat myself.

“If you don’t want to, just say so.”

“I – I’ll try it,” I said. “But if I say stop…”

He leaned over me and grasped a fresh condom. I waited as he placed it on himself. He reached over me again and that’s when I saw that he had bought some lubricant on his trip to the drug store as well.

I gasped, feeling the cold liquid pour onto my cheeks, but his hand warmed it up as he rubbed it between them. I moaned softly, feeling a finger slide inside. He thrust a few times, letting his finger slide in deeper with each thrust. I held my breath – it hurt a little, but not much.

“Get on your knees,” he whispered, removing his fingers. I obeyed, a little shaky. He got behind me and placed his cock between my ass cheeks, simply rubbing it against me.

With his hand he placed his cock head against my hole and began pushing. I tensed and gasped, feeling pain, but he pulled back slightly and whispered, “Relax. It feels good if you relax.”

I willed myself to relax, breathing deeply, and he began to push inside me again. It still hurt, but I remained relaxed and before I knew it, he was inside me to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment, grasping my hips tightly, moaning deep in his throat.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Y-Yes,” I said, feeling a bit shaky. “It’s not as bad as I expected.”

“I’m going to fuck you now, Beth.”

“Yes.”

He pulled back and I cried out, a bit in pain, but more in pleasure. He moved slowly at first, his cock tight in my ass. I bit my lip, forcing myself to remain relaxed, feeling every ridge of his cock as it pressed into my ass over and over again.

Before too long, I found myself pressing back against him, wanting all of him deep inside me. He noticed and began moving faster. He moved his hand between my legs and I cried out feeling his fingers on my clit.

I pushed myself up so that I was sitting up as he fucked me. He pressed his back against me and buried his face in my neck. His hand moved faster between my legs and his second hand moved to my breasts.

I cried out and began riding his cock, thrusting my ass back into his lap.

“That’s it,” he rasped against my neck. “Ride my cock as it fills your ass. Show me what kind of woman you really are – a cock hungry slut who wants it in every hole.”

I cried out at his words and began moving faster. His fingers were frigging my clit like mad and I yelled, cumming, but he didn’t stop. We writhed together on the bed with me backwards in his lap for two more orgasms.

I screamed when he came, and fell forward again. He grasped my hips, thrusting very hard as he yelled, his cock swelling inside me. He thrust until he was spent then slid out of my ass to collapse on the bed beside me.

I lay there, gasping, my ass very sore. I was sore all over, actually, but felt better than I had in years.

After another short nap, we left the bed, feeling quite satiated. We returned to our sex play a few hours later and this pattern didn’t stop until Monday morning, which caused us both to be an hour late for work.

That weekend wasn’t the last weekend we spent together and Beth Flanagan was no longer the object of Bryan’s lust.

I later found out that Cindy had mis-delivered Bryan’s gift to me on purpose, trying to play little miss matchmaker. To this day, I give Cindy a little cake on Valentine’s Day in appreciation.