21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  Looks like I can add a severe case of blue balls to my list of ailments.

  And one long sleepless night. I'm going to be a mess at work tomorrow.

  But I hope that Megyn is okay. Why was she crying?

  6. MEGYN

  “Megyn, do you need a ride to college today?” my Mom asks as she finishes her coffee.

  I’m sitting at the kitchen table picking at a plate of scrambled eggs. I was almost in a daze before she said anything. I should jump on the opportunity to get the hell out of the house before Evan comes downstairs. Last night was insanely embarrassing. Evan saw me totally exposed and on top of that, I’m sure he saw that I was crying from frustration too.

  But for some reason, I kinda want to see him today. That’s sort of messed up, I know.

  “No thanks,” I tell my mom as she rinses her coffee mug in the sink, “I’m not ready to go just yet. I’ll catch the bus.”

  “Okay,” my mom says, “Well, don’t be late. Oh good morning, Evan.”

  Shit, there he is. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks and I lean my head forward a little, letting my hair cover my face to hide my blushing. It's casual Friday at his office, so he's wearing a button up shirt with jeans, and he looks super sexy. Even though he's pushing forty, Evan has an amazing body, and I can't help but admire how nice his powerful legs look in those jeans.

  “Morning, Jess. Oh, hey, Megyn,” he says to me as if nothing happened, but I can see from his eyes that he didn’t get much sleep last night.

  He nonchalantly gets a mug from the cupboard and begins filling a cup with steaming coffee. I stare at his massive back, the slabs of muscle visible underneath his tee.

  I’ve had a huge crush on him for a while now, and I’ve always known he was a hottie, but it turns out there’s something else about Evan that I didn’t know until last night.

  He’s packing a monster between his legs.

  When he came through the door last night, I saw it right away, even in the dimness of my room, which was only lit by my computer screen. His dick was aimed right at me like a meaty cannon. But when he turned to hurry out of the room, that’s when I really got a good look at the sheer length of it, the gentle upward curve, and the unbelievably thick girth.

  It hit the doorframe as he was turning, and the noise it made was literally like wood knocking wood. I didn’t even know a guy’s dick could get that hard.

  Even in my distraught state, my mouth started watering at the sight of that enormous cock. Immediately afterward I chastised myself for thinking that way about the man of the house.

  And I can only imagine what he thought of me. He saw me completely spread out and playing with myself. I have no clue why he came into my room, but judging by the shocked expression that he had on his face, I think it must have been a sleepy mistake.

  Now in the kitchen, Evan turns around and leans against the counter, but his eyes are on his coffee. He blows on it to cool it and take a sip.

  “Okay,” Mom says, gathering up her things. “I’m out of here folks. See you this evening.”

  She bustles out of the kitchen, and a few seconds later, there is the sound of the front door opening and closing behind her.

  Now the kitchen is silent. The tension is so thick you could chew it.

  Suddenly, we both start talking at the same time, trying to apologize for last night. I laugh nervously and stare at my eggs. My face is still burning with embarrassment.

  “Look, Megyn,” Evan says, “It’s my fault. I don’t know what I was thinking—I was still half-asleep and I just opened the wrong door. I…”

  “No,” I tell him. “It’s okay. It’s my fault. I mean, I should have locked my door if I was gonna…y’know…”

  He knows. Evan definitely freaking knows. He saw me spread out with everything on display. There’s no point beating around the bush about it—no pun intended.

  Evan sets his mug down on the counter.

  “All right. Well, we’re both sorry then,” he says with a smile. “And hopefully both forgiven?”

  “Of course,” I say. Somehow I already feel more at ease. As embarrassing as the whole situation is, I know that Evan loves me and he would never make fun of me for something like that. “I’m really not upset, Evan.”

  He looks down at the floor and nods.

  I think that will be that. End of the conversation. But to my surprise, Evan keeps going.

  “Okay, Megyn. That’s good. But you certainly did seem pretty upset last night.”

  Oh. My. God. Is he actually going there? I feel the blush come surging back into my cheeks again, and I hang my head so that my hair hides my face again.

  Evan crosses the kitchen and sits down across from me at the table.

  “Look, Megyn, I don’t mean to pry, but I’m a little worried about you, that’s all. You were obviously crying last night and that’s not normal when someone is, you know, masturbating.

  I can’t believe he actually just said the M-word. I get up in a huff and go drop my plate in the sink.

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” I say tightly and go to leave, but Evan’s deep, firm voice stops me.

  “Megyn.”

  I’m frozen in place, my back still turned to him. What is this feeling in my tummy? It feels kinda like being scared, except…this feeling is nice.

  “Megyn,” he says again, softly this time.

  I turn around and look at him through the hair hanging across my face. He smiles at me—such a warm loving smile. I know he really does want to take care of me and make sure I’m okay.

  Evan pats his thigh.

  “Come on, Megyn, Sit down and tell me what’s the matter.”

  Part of me says that I shouldn’t. I mean, it was one thing to sit on Evan’s lap when I was a little girl. But I’m almost twenty now. We’re both adults.

  Still, I do need someone to talk to. And Evan makes me feel so safe and protected. That feeling is exactly what I need right now. I need this strong, steadfast man to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be all right.

  I sit my butt down on his thigh and he puts his arm around me. I lay my head against his broad, hard chest. He gently pets my hair out of my eyes.

  His voice is low and soft. “Megyn, if you aren’t comfortable talking about it, that’s fine—you don’t have to. But if you want to, I’m here for you. Who knows, maybe I can help.”

  I can’t tell him. There’s just no way. I mean, Evan practically raised me. It’s totally inappropriate for me to be talking to him about my personal sex stuff. Still, the need to get this off my chest is overwhelming. Before I can stop myself, I just blurt it out.

  “I can’t cum.”

  Evan’s body tenses a little. Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. But no, I just had to take this already embarrassing situation and make it even worse.

  “You mean…” Evan hesitates. “You mean you’ve never had an orgasm?”

  I just nod against his chest. I’m too humiliated to even answer him out loud.

  “Hey, that’s okay, Megyn,” he tells me softly. “You know every girl is a little different, and it takes different things to get them off.”

  I’m not sure exactly when it started, but I realize that Evan’s hand is stroking my thigh.

  “How do you know that?” I whisper. “How do you know that every girl is different like that?”

  His strokes become longer. Each time his fingertips edge closer and closer to my apex before turning back. My nipples pebble beneath my shirt. I cock my legs open ever so slightly. Not quite inviting him, but…

  “Well, you probably wouldn’t know it from these past few years,” he says, “but I’ve been with a few girls in my day. And they were all different. That’s part of the beauty of sex—discovering what someone likes. What turns them on.

  Evan is certainly discovering what I like very quickly. His hand dips deeper into my inner thigh. I spread my legs a little wider.

  “Evan,” I whisper. “Were yo
u really good?”

  “Good?” he chuckles

  “Good at making your girlfriends cum.”

  His knuckle grazes the hem of my shorts. My skin is erupting with goosebumps as his fingertips wander over my inner thighs. So close. So freaking close.

  “Well,” he answers in a hushed voice, “I don’t like to brag. But yeah, I like to think I was pretty good at it.”

  His fingertips slide under the hem of my shorts just briefly before he trails his fingers back down to my knee.

  “Maybe my problem is I’m just not doing it right, Evan,” I tell him, leaning against his hard body. “Maybe—just once—you could show me how to do it.”

  “Just once?” he rasps.

  “We won’t tell anyone,” I breathe, “Just one time to figure out what I like.”

  “Stand up.”

  I do as he says, and I gasp as he pulls my shorts down my thighs, immediately followed by my panties. They drop down around my ankles and I step out of them. I’m totally exposed for him again. He can see my bare ass and my little pussy.

  My heart is racing now. I can feel his eyes on my naked sex, and it thrills me in unspeakable ways. He strokes his palms over my bare ass cheeks, and then he gently pulls my hips back down onto his thigh.

  “The trick is to just take it nice and slow,” he whispers in my ear. The scruff of his chin is scratching deliciously at my bare shoulder. “Nice and slow.”

  His hand wanders up my thighs again, and again my legs open for him. But this time there is no fabric to get in the way. He touches me between my legs—touches my moist center.

  “Evan!” I gasp, gripping his thigh and reaching back over my shoulder to hold his neck.

  “Fuck, princess,” Evan whispers. “You’re so fucking wet right now it’s unreal.”

  His fingers slip up and down the groove of my cleft, separating my moist lips. Evan rubs me slowly but firmly, spreading my wetness all around my crotch. He wets my fleshy outer lips, and I’m so glad I shaved. I’m so fucking sensitive down there now, the whole thing is just that much more amazing.

  “Does that feel good?” Evan asks. “Do you like it when I touch you, Megyn?”

  I nod and whimper a tiny “mm-hm.”

  Already I can tell that this is going to be different from when I’ve tried to diddle myself. For one thing, Evan clearly knows what he’s doing, and he’s slowly working me into a lather.

  Even more than that, just being touched by another person makes this whole experience so special. The little surprises—never knowing exactly where his fingers are going to delve next—the way he teases my most sensitive bits and then pulls back—fuck that just makes it a million times hotter.

  But the real icing on the cake is that the man touching me is Evan. He’s totally off-limits, and what we’re doing right now is so naughty and wrong it’s not even funny. Yet, at the same time, I feel completely safe with Evan. I know he will never hurt me. He just wants to make his little girl feel good.

  And that’s exactly what he’s doing.

  I let out a wild little squeal when Evan’s fingers finally touch my aching-hard clit. Reaching around me, he claps his other hand over my mouth and softly shushes into my ear. His voice is so soothing—half whisper and half chuckle.

  “That feels good doesn’t it?” he asks as he rolls the pads of his fingertips over my tingling bud that is wet with my dew. “Baby girl likes it when I play with her little love button, doesn’t she?”

  “Mm-hm!” I moan again into his palm. I’m looking over my shoulder at him, and I know he can see the excruciating need in my eyes. My need for him to take me all the way, to take me where I’ve never gone before.

  He takes his hand off my mouth and slides it down to clasp one of my breasts. Underneath my T-shirt, my nipples are every bit as hard and tingly as my clit. He begins pinching and strumming my erect nipple through the fabric.

  “Please,” I whine. “Please…”

  Down below his fingers are stroking me firmly. No more teasing—Evan’s attention is all laser-focused right on my ripe little clit.

  “Evan, please…” I’m grinding my naked butt against his thigh. His muscles are hard and tense beneath the rough denim.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” he breathes. “Just let it take you. Let yourself cum for me.”

  A twinge of panic stirs in my heart. Oh fuck. All of this—the way he’s rubbing my clit so perfectly and expertly, the way he’s squeezing my tit, the fact that it’s Mr. Off-Limits himself—all of this is not quite enough to put me over the edge.

  As if he can sense what I’m thinking, Evan says, “Some girls need a little something extra.”

  The hand that isn’t working my pussy slides up my shoulders and into my hair, the fingers twining between my loose locks. Evan clutches a fistful and lightly but firmly yanks my head back.

  “Evan,” I gasp, as I feel the exquisite tension expand inside my core. I’ve never been turned on like this before.

  “You like when I pull your hair like that, don’t you?”

  Evan pulls a little bit harder. Meanwhile, his magic fingers are continuing to swirl and strum my throbbing clit. My pussy’s so moist with arousal that I feel it wetting Evan’s jeans.

  “Harder,” I gasp, begging for more, “Harder…”

  Evan keeps the pressure steady between my thighs. He loosens his grip on my hair so he can clutch an even tighter fistful. He yanks even harder.

  My bracelet begins beeping and from the corner of my eye, I can see the green light flashing.

  And I’m gone, cumming so fucking hard that I feel like I’m going to faint. I had no idea it would be like this.

  I’m screaming and whining involuntarily. I try to say Evan’s name, but the words won’t form. My body shudders and spasms as waves of pleasure tense and relax my muscles. Evan clutches me tight, holding me steady until the last little bit of my climax has trembled through me.

  I lean against Evan as he cradles my head. My lungs are gasping. My bones are jelly.

  “Good girl,” Evan soothes me, “Good girl.”

  He claims my mouth in a soft sensuous kiss, and I kiss him back with everything I’ve got. I want him to know how grateful I am for what he just did to me.

  I look down at the floor between our thighs, and I see that the floor is wet. I’m not talking a few drops here. This is a serious puddle. It’s all over Evan’s jeans too.

  “Oh my god,” I gasp. “Evan, did I pee on you? I’m so sorry.”

  My face flushes with embarrassment, but Evan just chuckles and draws me even closer to him.

  “Baby girl, that’s not pee,” He says with a smile. “That’s your girl-cum.”

  “What?” I gasp.

  “It’s female ejaculate. It happens for some girls when they climax.” He lovingly tucks a wild lock of hair behind my ear. “You’re a squirter baby doll.”

  I can’t help but grin. I’ve heard of that before but I never thought it would happen to me. I feel so special.

  I touch Evan’s scruffy jaw and get ready to kiss him again, but there is a rattle of keys at the front door.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  It’s Mom. She’s come back home early for some reason. I hop off of Evan’s lap and awkwardly yank my panties and shorts back up my legs as I rush back around to the other side of the table. On the way, I stub my toe so hard against the leg of the table that my eyes water.

  A few seconds later, Mom comes striding into the room.

  “I’m such a ditz,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I got halfway to the office and realized I didn’t have my phone. Ah there it is.”

  She moves toward the kitchen counter where her phone is laying. I grimace a little as I see her foot going straight for the puddle I left in the middle of the floor, but Evan stops her just in time.

  “Careful, Jess,” Evan says. “I spilled some water there.”

  “Oh yeah,” she says, stepping around it. “Ha, you got it all over your lap too.”r />
  “Yeah, you know me,” Evan says, tossing me a surreptitious wink, “I’m all thumbs.”

  I snort and hide my grin behind my hand. My eyes go a bit wider when I see that Evan is sucking my flavor off his fingertips. Oh god that’s hot. I want so badly to taste myself on his lips.

  Mom grabs her phone and turns around with a perplexed expression. “Hey, I thought you had class today.”

  “Yeah, I do,” I tell her, “At eight.”

  She glances at her phone.

  “Well, you’re not going to make it if you take the bus, Megyn. Come on, get your stuff and I’ll give you a ride. I can drop you off on the way.”

  Mom heads out of the kitchen and I get up from my seat. Before I follow after her, I lean down and give Evan a wet peck on his deliciously scruffy cheek.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “Anytime,” he whispers back with a naughty smile.

  I turn around and get the heck out of there. One more second alone with this stud and I’m going to get into some real trouble. He said “anytime,” be we’ve already agreed this was a one-time deal. No repeats. That would just be way too messed up.

  My knees wobble slightly as I go.

  7. MEGYN

  “Okay ladies,” the waiter says, “we’ve got one cold-brew iced coffee, one sparkling water, and two caramel lattes.”

  The caramel lattes are for Celia and me. Today I don’t give a fuck about calories. I’m as giddy as a little girl, and I can’t wait to see the data that Luna collected.

  Neither can Brit, of course.

  “Come on,” Brit groans between sips of her coffee. “The suspense is killing me.”

  “Simmer down,” Luna chides her in an annoyed voice. “Just gimme a minute to pull up the info here.”

  “I just wanna see how bad I trounced you fools this week,” Brit laughs.

  “Well, ‘trounce’ isn’t exactly right, but you did win overall again this week with six thousand G-units,” Luna says, showing us the graphs on her iPad.

  “I knew it!” Brit chirps, and then in a hushed voice she adds. “I had a little three-way action this week that I’m sure gave me a boost.”