Come Play With Me
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‘Is it safe?’ he asked, holding the glass dildo up to the light.
Kaylee smiled. ‘It’s made of the same stuff as Pyrex. It won’t break. Come on, it feels incredible. Come play with me.’ She danced backward towards the bed and lay down. She shimmied out of her pants and tossed them aside. When she opened her legs for him, he knelt between them, confused.
‘I’ve never done this,’ he admitted.
‘Just fuck me with it. It’s OK,’ she said, and he hesitantly touched the cold glass tip to her clit. She let out a little mew of pleasure at the cold of the glass against her steaming sex, and he pressed a little harder, sliding it along her pussy lips with a firm pressure until he found her hole. Kaylee planted her feet and lifted her hips, begging him with her body language to spear her on the beautiful glass cock.
Arthur pushed, and the thick bulb of the head slid inside her, filling her with its solid, weighty presence. When it was as deep as it could go, he started to slide it slowly out again.
‘Enough teasing. Fuck me with it! Please, Arthur!’
And he did. She stifled a scream of pure pleasure as the glass cock plunged back into her and he fucked her hard. There was something different and exciting about the glass, not just because it was cold at first, but because even the hardest cock was flesh – yielding. The glass was hard and solid and it was her body that had to yield, conforming to the shape and weight of the dildo without compromise.
The stimulation was intense and incredible, and she was so close that she could taste the orgasm. ‘Touch my clit,’ she said, almost weeping from the thorough and incredible fuck he was giving her. He waited for her to look at him – to meet his eyes – before he reached for her clit.
The first touch gave her what she needed, and she lost his eyes as she bucked, out of control as if an electrical current were running through her entire body. She screamed with the intensity of it, trying to bury her pleasure in her pillow so the neighbours wouldn’t complain. Again.
Arthur had left the glass inside her when she came, and the feelings of clamping around that firm surface only intensified the pleasure. When she looked up at him, he was stroking his erection, his eyes roving along her body.
‘Have you ever tried anal sex?’ she asked, still trying to catch her breath. Arthur looked panicked, and she laughed. ‘It’s OK. Maybe another time.’ She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and met his eyes as she licked her cream off of the warmed glass. He groaned as he watched her. ‘Condoms in the drawer.’
Arthur grabbed one and she took it from him and rolled it on over the satiny smoothness of his erection. She was about to ask him if he wanted her in another position, but he moved on top of her in the blink of an eye, recaptured her lips and kissed her with an intensity that made her twitch her hips towards him.
‘I want to make you scream like that again,’ he growled. He thrust forward, burying himself inside of her, and she gasped and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.
‘Sounds like a good foundation for a relationship,’ she gasped, and then all words were gone as he started to fuck her. Arthur might not have been as firm as glass, but he was larger than the dildo and she was already incredibly sensitive from the foreplay and two orgasms. She trembled with the force of her arousal as she rose up to meet his thrusts, her breath coming in short gasps.
His own breath was fast and ragged, and she held back, knowing that he would come with her and wanting this to last. His cock slammed into her again and again, and she danced on the edge of orgasm through sheer force of will, her entire body clenching with the need for release.
When she finally lost the battle, they bucked together, burying their faces in each other’s necks to drown out the sounds of their passion. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle, smiling and chuckling at one another, and Kaylee felt the warmth of contentment settle over her as she snuggled up to him.
‘So, would you like to go out with me some time?’ Arthur asked into her hair.
Kaylee laughed. ‘Don’t you think it would be more fun to stay in?’
Unfinished Business
Elenya Lewis
The temperature must have been nearly 35 degrees. The late-afternoon air was thick with hair spray and sweaty bodies, closely packed and gyrating to music too loud to be readily discernible. The bass was so heavy Adam could feel the chains on his trousers humming, even though he was standing still. He was attempting to look nonchalant as he leaned on the long outdoor bar, but he was anything but casual. He was watching like a hawk.
Hannah. He had not seen Hannah once in the eight years since they had left high school. Until the couple of emails they had exchanged in the last few months, he had not spoken to her since they broke up for the last time in sixth form. She had been pretty back then, but now she was a sight for sore eyes. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. She was dancing as though the rest of the world did not exist and yet, Adam imagined, she knew exactly what effect she was having on those around her. She was everything he remembered and so much more. The tight latex shirt and electric-blue miniskirt accentuated that her body was that of a young woman now, not an awkward 17-year-old. His cock hardened every time he looked at her, and he was thankful for the loose-fitting black trousers that allowed him to maintain some shred of dignity. When he thought of how he’d wanted her back then he almost laughed; it was nothing compared to how he ached for her now.
She’d glanced at him a couple of times. He was exactly where she’d asked him to be but she hadn’t come over to speak to him yet. Her eyes raked over him now and then with a sly satisfaction, teasing him, tempting him. He wondered what she wanted. She had emailed to say that they had ‘unfinished business’ and that she needed to see him. She would not explain what she had in mind, and they had exchanged little more by way of greeting or catching up. Adam had thought a lot about what ‘unfinished business’ might mean, and his imagination had conjured up one or more possibilities, but he had been slightly nervous when they had set a time and a date to meet, at this bar at a festival they had been to once as teenagers.
Over the years that had passed, Adam had often found his thoughts straying to Hannah. His biggest regret was that they had never had sex during their time together. There was no doubt that she’d adored him, but she had been sex-shy and ultimately her fear of letting him down had driven them apart. He had waited for her. He’d had other relationships since, sure, and he’d fucked enough women that he’d stopped keeping count, but, if he was honest, he had been saving some part of himself for Hannah all this time. She turned towards him with a twist of her hips, and his cock twitched. Even now, his desire for her lay within him like a cat, pretending to be lazy and relaxed, but rearing up at even the tiniest movement.
She stalked towards him like a lioness eyeing its prey. She really was different now. She would never have swaggered like that when he knew her. With a stab of worry, he wondered if she’d still be all the things he’d loved about her so long ago. She glanced at him and leaned over the bar, motioning towards the bartender, giving him a delicious view of her ass, still round and perfect. Hannah would always be slightly plump, but she wore it in all the right places. Large plastic beaker of water in hand, she turned to him and drank greedily, her face a picture of satisfaction at the cool liquid. Adam tried not to look dumbfounded, but honestly he was blown away. He could not have imagined that the teenage object of his affection could be standing in front of him so attired, so confident, so sexy. He was speechless with lust, imagining only peeling off the layers of her clothing one by one in order to touch her, to lick her nipples, to tease her until she dripped with desire, and then fuck her until he screamed her name in spasms of ecstasy.
She said something, but Adam couldn’t hear a thing. He shrugged and pointed at his ears. She leaned in and yelled.
‘Hi!’ Her breath tickled his neck and the proximity of her blooming skin sent shivers down his spine. She was radiating heat. He desperately tried to pull together his wayward thoughts.<
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By way of a reply, he smiled at her and she smiled back. She was wearing dramatic black eye-liner and her grey eyes were pools in her face, deep and clear. Christ, she was gorgeous. Adam cursed himself that he hadn’t appreciated her more. He leaned in and yelled back: ‘How have you been, Hannah?’
She studied his face, apparently thinking over his words. She motioned towards the exit from the field and leaned in again. He instinctively tried to lean back a bit – it wouldn’t do for her to realise how hard he was for her.
‘Shall we go somewhere?’ she yelled. Adam couldn’t gauge from her tone what she wanted. He wondered again what the ‘unfinished business’ might be. He swallowed and nodded. Where was his quiet calm now?
They didn’t try to speak as they pushed their way through bodies to get to the gate. Once or twice he lost sight of her, only for her to reappear like a bolt of lightning with a flash of blue or a swish of hair. His mouth was dry. It had been so long since he’d seen her last. She had filled out, and grown up, and he wanted to fuck her. If he were to guess at their unfinished business, it would be this. He had thought of little else, but had not considered that perhaps she had a boyfriend – or a girlfriend – or simply did not want to fuck him. His palms were slightly sweaty and he hoped he wasn’t going to make an idiot of himself.
At length, they made it out to the almost empty refreshment area, strewn with cups and napkins and a couple of people having quiet conversations. Behind them, the thud of the dancefloor mercifully became a background noise, no longer so loud that Adam couldn’t think straight. Hannah pulled him towards an empty table. They sat in hard plastic chairs and looked at each other. Hannah studied his face with half a smile. Adam resisted the urge to grin. She was still so cute, and yet so unbelievably sexy. A perfect balance of girl and woman. He wanted to capture the moment and keep it for ever.
‘How have you been, Hannah?’ Adam asked finally. Hannah blinked slowly, as though she had been far away.
‘I …’ she began, but trailed off, apparently unsure what to say. She took a deep breath. ‘Adam … I never stopped thinking about you.’ She looked away, all her cocky sex appeal gone, no longer a woman but the same vulnerable girl he remembered. Adam thought back to the day they had split up, and how he had just felt numb watching her run away, tears in her eyes.
‘Hannah,’ he said gently. He didn’t know what else to say.
‘I asked you here,’ said Hannah slowly, not daring to look at him, ‘because I’ve been thinking something for a while, and I need to get it off my chest.’ Adam’s heartbeat sped up. Could it be? His cock ached as he thought about how much he wanted her, how much it would mean to him to make love to her like it was their first time and the years between them hadn’t really passed.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked. ‘What unfinished business have we got?’ he added, in case she was talking about something else. Taking another deep breath, Hannah looked into his eyes.
‘I want to have sex with you,’ she said quietly. Adam could barely believe his ears.
‘Pardon?’ he said, wanting to be sure.
‘I want you to fuck me,’ Hannah said. She didn’t pause before saying it. There was no fear or hesitation in her voice.
Adam was once again speechless. His mind reeled for a few moments, but he had been waiting for those words for years. His surprise was mostly that he’d heard them for real, and not in some masturbatory fantasy. He got up from his chair, pulled Hannah out of hers and wrapped his arms around her, pleased that he could still fit her snugly in against his body. He kissed her with a ferocity that had spent eight years and then some brewing, hungry lips crushed against her, his tongue dipping into her mouth, savouring her once again, foreshadowing all that he needed to do to her. He pulled away quickly, leaving Hannah gasping for breath.
‘Christ, Hannah,’ he said, panting, ‘I’ve waited my whole life to hear you say that.’
The next fifteen minutes were a complete blur. Neither said anything as they made their way to Adam’s tent. They took their time over the journey, stopping to kiss and to look at each other and to bite lips and imagine what they were about to do. Hannah’s eyes were alight with lust, her every movement a seduction, an invitation. Adam was speechless at his need to remove her clothing, to caress her naked form and touch her most intimate places. It was an act of love, not merely sex, he realised. They had waited too long for this to be just a simple fuck.
They reached Adam’s tent. Adam went for the zip but Hannah pulled him away.
‘No,’ she said, ‘I want to do it out here.’
Adam gasped.
‘In the open?’ he asked, slightly incredulous.
‘Yes,’ she said, pulling him towards the grass between the tents.
‘Wait,’ said Adam, dipping into his tent to find a condom. He came back a moment later. ‘OK.’ He allowed Hannah to tug him by the hand until she found a spot she thought was worthy. The sun was setting, and the tents were beginning to go dim around them, the sky awash with hues of orange and red. The air was warm and quiet, almost pensive. Adam was struggling to contain himself. Hannah sat down on the grass, leaned back onto her elbows and spread her legs invitingly.
He knelt down in front of her, trailed fingers slowly up her bare legs towards the hem of her skirt, watching her expression change from mocking to slightly breathless. Smiling, he climbed on top of her, pressing his cock against the fabric of her skirt. She lay down on the ground and he leaned in to kiss her. ‘We’ve been here before,’ he murmured into her cheek, his breath hot against her skin.
‘You weren’t doing this though,’ she murmured back, guiding his hand towards her breast, firm under the shiny shirt. He squeezed gently, somehow worried that she was about to tell him off. Hannah chuckled. ‘You remember that time John Millington tried to grope me and you hit him for me?’ she said.
Adam chuckled back but he was distracted by the pearling nipple appearing underneath the latex. He squeezed harder, the feel of flesh in his hand turning him on even more. He stifled a moan by kissing Hannah again, his tongue probing through her gasp-parted lips. He wanted to touch her pussy, to hear her moan for him, but he wanted to take things slow. Although struggling to contain his lust, somehow he knew this had to be special, done properly. He sat up so that he could touch her other breast, studying the soft peaks underneath his hands, enjoying the pleasure on Hannah’s face at his reaction to her.
‘I want this off,’ he said, tracing a finger underneath the top to tickle the skin beneath. Hannah licked her lips.
‘There’s a zip at the back,’ she said. Adam climbed off and pulled Hannah over onto her front. She landed with a soft oof, her skirt riding up her ass in a way that Adam found irresistibly sexy. He fumbled at the zip a little with shaking fingers but managed to undo it. Slowly he peeled the shirt away from her skin, then, before she could get up, he pulled her skirt up and plunged his hand down the back of her pants, fondling her soft cheeks and slowly running his finger between them, down towards the warmth of her pussy. Hannah moaned and arched her back and Adam used his other arm to pin her to the floor. She moaned again and bashed her fists against the ground.
‘Something wrong?’ asked Adam, amused at the power of his position.
‘Touch me,’ hissed Hannah, laying her head on the ground in submission. She was grinding her ass against his hand, trying to inch his finger towards her, trying to get him to touch her. He laughed and pulled a little further away. Hannah let out a strangled half-sob. With his spare hand, Adam grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head off the ground slightly so he could whisper in her ear.
‘Like this?’ he said, before reaching down into her pants, dragging his finger across her delicious hole again before dipping just inside her sodden pussy. Hannah sighed appreciatively.
Adam pushed his finger in a little bit further.
‘Christ, you’re wet,’ he moaned into her hair.
‘Uh huh,’ was Hannah’s muffled response.
‘Please,’ she whispered.
‘Not yet,’ he replied softly, and rolled her over onto her back again. She gazed up at him, her eyes drowning pools of silver, her lips rounded and full. Adam had a stab of nostalgia and gently pulled her face in to kiss her. ‘I’ve missed you,’ he said, his voice barely audible.
Hannah leaned her forehead against his.
‘Me too,’ she said.
Adam’s aching cock would not allow him to get totally lost in the romance of the moment, however much the rest of him wanted to, and he peeled the rest of Hannah’s top away from her damp skin. He marvelled at her breasts, which he had long wanted to see naked.
‘I wanted to kick John Millington’s head in for touching you before me,’ he said with half a smile.
‘You always were too protective of me,’ said Hannah. She bit her lip. ‘I’m not a girl any more,’ she said with a hint of defiance, tracing a finger lightly around the curve of her breast in a way which made Adam’s breath catch in his throat.
‘No, you’re not,’ Adam said absently, his eyes still on Hannah’s beautiful cleavage, pale white with pink nipples, hard and demanding. He took one in his mouth, flicking the taut nipple over and over with his tongue, mirroring the movement on her other breast with his finger, the rest of the flesh cupped in his hand. Hannah whined, her breath quickening. She was beginning to tremble and Adam could see her elbows quaking as she tried to hold herself up. He dragged his attention away from her bosom to lay her down again. Running his fingers through her hair, he smiled at her breathy, aroused expression and glazed-over eyes. He needed to touch that beautiful pussy again. He rubbed her breasts with his free hand and traced a finger down the centre of her stomach, following the hollow of her belly as she inhaled sharply and dipping into her shallow navel before stopping just above the waistband of her skirt.