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Subject: {ASSM} Flashback: Cousins (Full version, including missing scenes) by Mistress Diana
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Here is 'Cousins' in its entirety.  There are two scenes that are added in 
that I'm sure will make sense now.  I apologize for my bad posting skills 
and maybe it is just easier to post the whole damn thing instead of parts!

Thanks to everyone who did write to say they enjoyed the story.  I am always 
glad to hear from readers and it makes me want to write more.

What's next? Diana and Mike are on vacation as I want to fulfill a request 
by a reader to write something a litte different.  And I may try my hand at 
the Rom Festival.

This complete versions of 'Cousins' is also on my website complete with 
pictures.

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The following is a work of fiction.  If you are offended by the strong 
sexual content in this story, then it is time to go somewhere else.
Copyright 2002, by Mistress Diana
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Flashback: Cousins

June 1982: Yellow Oaks, Virginia

It seemed like the day would never arrive when I'd be free of high school, 
but arrive it did.  My parents, always eager for a party, threw a huge bash 
to celebrate.  Most of my family was there plus my friends and friends of my 
parents.  I was glowing all day from the attention heaped on me and the 
promise of things to come.

The party was actually a double one - my cousin Robert is the same age as me 
and he was also graduating.  He is my first cousin on my father's side and 
our families were close.  We spent most holidays together and other events.  
Robert was like a brother to me, especially since I was an only child.  
Since we were kids we were very close and I always enjoyed being around him. 
  However, in the last few years we didn't see each other as much as we were 
always busy with our own friends.

We lived an affluent life in the suburbs of Alexandria, Virginia.  Our 
fathers were brothers and both had good government jobs.  Neither of our 
mothers worked and generally life was pretty good.

That day we were enjoying each other's company.  I couldn't help but admire 
his good looks.  He wasn't that tall, but he was built and I could tell he 
had been lifting weights.  His shoulder-length blond hair was feathered back 
and it gleamed in the afternoon sun.  He already had a great tan even though 
summer hadn't kicked into full gear.  More than once my friends asked me 
about him and if he had a girlfriend.  I suspected he did, but he was on the 
quiet side and didn't volunteer such information.

As the day slid into evening everyone was getting a little drunk.  My 
parents and their friends were dancing to disco.  All of my friends had left 
to go to other parties.  Robert and I were allowed to drink as long as we 
stayed put.  I was fine with that because I had a little surprise for us.  
When the opportunity seemed right I found Robert and asked him if he wanted 
to retreat upstairs to my room to get away from the 'adults'.

He laughed that casual laugh of his and my heart fluttered a tiny bit.

Once locked inside my room I asked him if he had even done cocaine before.  
His eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Do you want to try it?" I asked, slyly.  "I don't think anyone would 
notice."

"Um sure, why not?"

His sparkling blue eyes crinkled up as he looked at me mischievously.  We 
had both smoked pot together whenever we had the chance, but tonight was 
something new.  I pulled out the packet of coke and emptied it onto a mirror 
and began to chop.  We sat on the floor close to each other.

"Why don't you put on some music?  I have to hear something normal..."

"Good idea," he said as he leaned over my pile of tapes.

He pulled something out and within seconds I heard the first strains of 
'Spirits in the Material World' drift out of my speakers.

"Great tune," I said as I separated the coke into several fat lines.  "The 
Police are so cool."

He watched with interest as I rolled up a twenty-dollar bill.

"Just watch how I do it," I said.

He nodded and I lowered the bill to the mirror and snorted up the first 
line.  I felt a small rush as it hit my sinus cavity.  I tipped my head back 
and sniffed hard.

"Whew!  Good stuff!" I said as I handed him the mirror.  "All yours."

He took the mirror and did as I did.  I watched as the first wave hit him.

"Holy shit!"

I laughed at him and took the mirror back for another snort.  'Demolition 
Man' came on and I turned it up a little.  I passed the mirror back to him 
and he did his second line.

"Oh man, this is great, Beth.  How long have you been doing this?"

I shrugged.  "Not too long - since the beginning of this year."

"Do a lot of kids at your school do this stuff?"

"Not too many - just the ones with money."

He nodded. Money wasn't a big deal with us so there was no need to comment 
on it further.

We sat there for a second then suddenly we both started talking at once.   
We laughed and started going on about graduation parties and the fact that 
we were going to college in the fall.  I complained about being 'forced' to 
go to Penn State.  I had no idea what I wanted to do.  I was just going 
because my parents wanted to get rid of me and my father went there.  He 
laughed and said he was absolutely dreading Tulane.

"Yeah, but it's in New Orleans," I said, sniffing.

"True, but I really wanted to go to Caltech.  My parents said it was too far 
away.  Go figure."

I watched him clench his jaw so I passed him the mirror.

"Do some more."

"Yeah, I think I will."

And so it went.  For the rest of 'Ghost in the Machine', we snorted and 
talked nervously.  Meanwhile the party outside went on and we weren't 
missed.  I slipped out and got us two beers.  Robert drank half of his in 
one long gulp and leaned back against my bed.

"Oh man, I feel so wired, but it's great," he said.  "My whole face feels 
numb!"

I giggled and told him that was par for the course.  My own face was feeling 
that way as well as my teeth.  All the coke was gone now.

"God, I want more," he said, clenching his jaw again.

"That feeling will pass.  For now just go with it."

He started to flex his hands and I could see the muscles in his arm bulging. 
  I licked my lips and took a nervous sip of my beer.

"Let me put on something a little more mellow - it will help you relax," I 
said.

I flipped through my tapes and settled on Pink Floyd's 'The Wall'.  Neither 
one of us could get enough of that tape - even after three years.

"Perfect," he said and he pushed his hair back for the thousandth time.  
"I'm so friggin' tense!"

"Here, let me help that," I said.  "Turn around."

He turned to face away from me and I got behind him and massaged his 
shoulders.  I could feel all the tension in his body from the coke.

"This coke feels good and bad at the same time," he observed.

"Yeah, I know.  We probably should have spaced it out a little."

He said nothing and let me work on his bunched shoulder muscles.  I had lots 
of nervous coke-energy so I worked them hard and tried not to think about 
how sexy his arms were underneath his shirt.  I dug my thumbs in pressed 
hard.  He groaned a little but told me to keep going.  My hands moved from 
his shoulders to his neck and I pressed a little at the top of his spine.

"Mmmmm, that feels good," he said in a softer voice.

I felt him gradually relax as my hands worked on his shoulders.  He began to 
lean back a little.  I smiled and enjoyed the nearness of him.  He smelled 
so good that I took several long sniffs.  My head filled with the scent of 
him and it made me a little giddy.

I kept it up for a while until I had to stop.  Suddenly all the beer hit me 
and I had to go to the bathroom.  I went into the adjoining bathroom and 
shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror.  My face was flushed and 
my eyes had a wild look to them.  I pushed back my long, brown hair that was 
feathered just so and pulled my top down a little.  My breasts had finally 
developed into something I could be proud of and I smiled as I admired them 
just a little.  I had a quick image of Jeff, my kinda, sorta boyfriend 
touching them and I shivered.  I ignored that feeling for now and finished 
up what I had to do and returned to my bedroom.

Robert was leaning back against my bed with his eyes closed.  Seizing the 
opportunity, I let my eyes travel down his body taking every inch of his 
tight shirt down to his tight jeans.  Then when I saw what was really making 
his jeans tight, I gasped.  His cock was stiff and very noticeable.

He heard me gasp and he opened his eyes.  At once his face flushed as he 
realized what I was looking at.

"I-I...um, this stuff made me...you know..." he stuttered.

"Uh, maybe I should get back to the party," I said, not knowing what else to 
do.

I went to put the mirror away when he grabbed my arm and pulled me over to 
him.  I half-fell, half-stumbled to him and was practically on his lap.

"Robert, I-"

I never finished my sentence.  He took my head in his strong hands and 
brought my face to his.  Before I knew it, he was kissing me.  And it wasn't 
just a nice brotherly kiss.  His mouth was hungry and eager.  He pressed 
hard and forced my lips apart and his tongue was in - searching and roaming. 
  I was too startled to resist.  My mouth opened to him and soon our tongues 
were dueling.  Satisfied he had me, his hands began to move down my back.  I 
could feel his hardness pressing against my ass and that really turned me 
on.  I began to melt a little in his arms.

When his hands got the waistband of my jeans, they slipped inside and began 
to squeeze my ass.  I groaned against his mouth and then the alarms started 
to go off.  He was my cousin!  I broke kiss.

"Robert! We can't do this!" I said, gasping.

"Why not?  There's no law against kissing," he growled as his hands pulled 
me close again.

"It's not the kissing I'm worried about."

I looked into his eyes at last.  They were so blue - impossibly blue.

"So tell me what you're worried about, darlin'."

I tried to pull away.  I didn't think I needed to answer that.  He wouldn't 
let me go.

"Are you a virgin, Beth?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yes...and I want to stay one for a little while longer."

He thought it over.

"Fair enough.  You're going to wait for Mr. Right, huh?"

I gave him a look.

"Yes - at least I hope so."

He wrapped his arms around me and began to kiss my neck and my hair.  I 
started to melt again - I just couldn't help it.

"How about sucking my cock?" he asked suddenly.

"I..."

"Have you ever sucked cock?"

"Yes..."

"Good, because none of the girls I've ever been with would do that for me."

I was surprised.

"Really?"

"Yup."

He looked at me and I could see the lust written all over his face.  He 
really wanted me to do it and at that moment I wanted to do it.  I wanted to 
finally see that cock of his and take it in my mouth and suck it hard.  I 
didn't care that we were cousins at that point - I had to do this.

I gave him one last kiss and pulled away from him so I could get my hands on 
the zipper to his jeans.  He smiled at me as I slowly caressed his cock 
through the denim before pulling the zipper down.  I pushed the material of 
his underwear aside and freed his growing shaft.  At once it sprang out - 
fully erect and glistening with pre-cum.

He let out a long sigh and leaned back a little more.  I went to grasp him 
with my hand and he stopped me.

"Wait," he said.  "Take off your shirt first - let me see those tits of 
yours."

I laughed a little and slid my shirt over my head.  His eyes drank in the 
sight of my satin-encased breasts as I reached back to unhook the bra.  I 
pulled it off and sighed as they dropped out.  My nipples were already hard 
from the excitement.  I couldn't believe I was doing this with my cousin.

"Fuck...yeah," he moaned.  "So big and full."

He reached over and squeezed one aching breast and I shuddered.  I knew my 
pussy was getting moist and I shifted a little.  I turned my gaze back to 
his cock.  He put his hand on the back of my head and gently guided me down 
to his lap.

As soon as my lips grazed his cockhead he shuddered.

"Oh my god, Beth..."

I said nothing and begin to lick the smooth head of his cock.  I tasted the 
pre-cum and knew it wouldn't take him long.  I tried to go as slow as I 
could to prolong the pleasure for him.  At first that worked.  I let my lips 
glide along his shaft as I gradually took him into my mouth.  As I moved 
down, he shuddered and groaned over and over.  His hands clutched my head 
and tried to push me down faster, but I resisted the best I could.  My mouth 
kept a tight hold of him and my tongue flattened out so that it was pressing 
against the sensitive underside of him. When at last I felt his head push 
against my throat, I thought he would cum right there.

"Oh yes...stay right there for a minute," he gasped as his hands held me in 
a vice grip.

I froze my body and let him enjoy the feeling of his cock engulfed in my 
warm, wet mouth. After a few moments, he released my head and I moved back 
up.  As my hand grasped him by the base of his cock, his hand reached for my 
breast where he squeezed a few times.  It distracted me and my pussy was 
beginning to throb.  I concentrated my efforts on sucking him and started to 
bob my head up and down on his cock.  Whenever he tried to move and speed up 
the strokes, my hand pressed against his chest to quiet him.  He was still 
so wired from the coke, he couldn't help it.

I sucked that magnificent cock of his deep into my mouth and got into an 
easy rhythm.  His groans increased and I hoped the music covered them up.  
His hands moved from my breasts to my hair, as he got closer to cumming.  I 
felt his back arch slightly and his hips push up and I knew he was almost 
there.

"Oh fuck, Beth, yes!" he gasped.  "I'm gonna cum in your mouth..."

I kept up the sucking and with one last thrust he unleashed his cum into my 
waiting mouth.  Spurt after spurt of his jism flooded my mouth and I tried 
to swallow it all, but it was too much.  It leaked out of my mouth and down 
my chin.  His groans went on and on as I milked every last drop from him.  
His hands went through my hair.

At last my mouth left his cock and he let out a sigh.  I sat back and looked 
at him.

"Wow...I never thought it could be so good..." he breathed.

I smiled at him watched his chest heave as he tried to recover.

"Don't try to get up just yet," I warned.  "You'll have a major head rush."

He nodded and I went to get my bra back on.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting dressed.  We can't do anything else."

"But...what about you?"

"Oh, I'll survive," I said nonchalantly.

"But after that and the coke, I should do something."

I shrugged.  "Don't worry about it."

He watched me put my bra back on and get up to find a new shirt.  He was 
about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Beth?"

It was my mother.  We both froze.

"Yeah Mom?" I called.

"Jeff is here and looking for you."

The color drained from my face and I gulped.

"Uh, ok - I'm just changing, be down soon."

"Ok, don't be long."

I looked at Robert and he looked up at me.

"Jeff, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know about him."

He pushed his cock into his pants and stood up.  He was standing very close 
to me.

"So you gonna go running off to him with another guy's cum in your mouth?"

"I-"

He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear.  "And are you going to 
let him feel how wet your tight little cunt is?"

I was shocked at how he was talking to me.  I had never seen this side to 
him - it scared and excited me.

"Robert, I gotta use the bathroom," I said, breaking away from him before he 
could say anything else.

I quickly shut the door and started to breath deeply.  I needed to get rid 
of our sins and forget this whole thing.  Nothing good could ever come from 
it and I had to stop right now.  How easy it would have been to ride his 
cock instead of sucking it, I thought.  I shook my head and began to brush 
my teeth.

When at last I went back into my bedroom, he was gone.  The music was off 
and I could hear the voices of people at the party.  It was still going on.

I took one last deep breath and stepped out of my bedroom to look for Jeff.


December 1982: Yellow Pines, Virginia

It was Christmas and I was home from my first semester at Penn State.  I 
found college much more interesting than I thought.  I had a great roommate, 
classes were relatively easy and I lost my virginity at last.  No, it wasn't 
Mr. Right, but it was right at the time.  I guess I had to chalk it up to 
alcohol, drugs and too much freedom  After I got that hurdle out of the way, 
I felt my sexual side awaken and I wanted to engage in many more encounters.

I ended up dating the guy I did it with for a little while, but I broke it 
off, not wanting to be attached to anyone so early in my college years.  
Instead, I had a couple of one-night stands and pretty much lived it up.  I 
was enjoying the casualness of the encounters and it excited me.

All during that time, I never forgot about my encounter with my cousin 
Robert.  Many times after that night I replayed that scene between us.  It 
fueled countless fantasies and I found myself with my hand between my legs 
more than once.  I kept wondering what would have happened if I decided to 
let him deflower me that night.  I knew he would have, but what kind of 
implications would it have had?

And I never forgot the words he said to me right after he slipped out.

"So you gonna go running off to him with another guy's cum in your mouth?  
And are you going to let him feel how wet your tight little cunt is?"

Every time I remembered that, it would send shivers throughout my body.

So here it was, Christmas Eve.  Robert and his family would be arriving 
soon.  I hadn't seen or spoken to him since that night and I was extremely 
anxious at the prospect of seeing him again.

I also was a bit horny thinking about it too.  I dressed in my best black 
dress, which was a tad low-cut and short.  My mother gave me a slightly 
disapproving look but said nothing.  My legs were clad in sheer, black 
stockings and I wobbled slightly in my black heels.  My hair was pulled up 
and wrapped around my head and a few strands hung down strategically.  I 
felt pretty good about the way I looked.

There was going to be many people there as my parents liked to take the Open 
House approach with things.  Everyone was invited and they usually showed 
up.  I figured it would be relatively easy to get some time alone with 
Robert, although I wasn't sure what I would do if we did achieve that.

I was busy socializing with this relative or that one and almost didn't see 
Robert's family arrive.  There was the usual fanfare as they entered the 
house.  Hugs and kisses went all around and gifts were handed out in shiny 
bags with lots of ribbons.  I kept off to one side at first to get a look at 
Robert.  He looked as good as ever in his dark suit and tie.  I watched him 
greet my parents and then the unthinkable happened.  He turned to introduce 
a girl who was taking off her coat.  I couldn't make out what her name was, 
but I heard the word 'girlfriend' quite succinctly.

Suddenly the blood rushed to my face and I felt very warm, but I also felt 
very, very foolish.  Why should I be jealous?  He was my cousin after all.  
But there I was, getting boiled over it.

"Beth?  Come over here and say hello," my mother said.

I meekly came forward and hugged and kissed my aunt and uncle.  I briefly 
hugged Robert but didn't kiss him.  I said hello to his girlfriend and 
checked her out.  She was very pretty, although I was reluctant to admit it. 
  Robert was so blinded by her he didn't notice my disappointment.

I ran off to find my friends.

The rest of the evening was turning out to be uneventful.  I spent most of 
my time ignoring him and his 'girlfriend'.  I just didn't want to be put 
into any awkward situations.  But I couldn't avoid him forever.  He finally 
tracked me down as I was walking past my father's office.

"Beth?"

I swiveled my head around to see him standing there.

"Oh, hi, Robert."  I could feel my face getting red again.

"Can we talk?"

"Um, well, I need to, uh..."

"Just for a minute."

"Uh, ok..."

"Let's step inside the office."

We went into my father's office and shut the door.  I stood there looking at 
him and willed the images of our last encounter out of my mind.

"You've been a little distant all night.  Anything wrong?" he asked.

"Um, no...I was just busy.  My friends are here and you know..."

"It's about the night of our gradation party, isn't it?"

I looked away and that was enough to tell him.  He stepped close to me and 
put his hands on my arms.  I felt his closeness and I could smell his 
cologne.  It set off a flood of images.

"I never stopped thinking about that night," he said quietly.

"Me neither," I said in a tiny voice.

He leaned into me and I felt his breath on my ear.  I squirmed slightly.

"You gave the most amazing blowjob.  I've never had one quite like that 
since."

"Not even your girlfriend?" I said with more than a little spite in my 
voice.

He laughed and pulled away from me.

"Marie is just someone my parents thought I should date.  We both go to 
Tulane.  They're hoping by dating someone, I won't go wild."

I didn't believe him, but I listened.

"I'm not going to lie and say we don't have sex, but she's not 
as...passionate as you."

I blushed slightly.

"I really should go," I said.  "We're not resolving anything."

I turned to go and he caught my arm.

"Beth...don't go.  Please?"

I looked at him and felt the shame welling up inside me.

"Robert, what we did was wrong.  I know it.  I can't get that encounter out 
of my head - but I really need to just forget it ever happened, ok?"

He shrugged.

"I need to go," I said.

He didn't say another word and I left.  I didn't talk to him again for over 
two years.


March 1985:  New Orleans

Spring break at last.

My friends and I decided to avoid the crowds in Florida and do some serious 
partying in the Big Easy.  It wasn't a hard decision given that we spent the 
two previous breaks in Daytona Beach and had enough of the crazy scene 
there.  Some of my friends preferred older men to the usual selection of 
immature college guys and I can't say I blamed them.

As for me, I had dated some men on and off, but I never made any 
commitments.  I was just along for the ride.

But I also had another agenda.

When I found out that we were going to New Orleans, I decided to make amends 
between Robert and me.  He was still at Tulane and it would be easy to 
arrange something.  I felt bad about the last time I saw him.  The next few 
holidays and gatherings, he never showed up with his family.  His mother 
always said he was busy with friends and I didn't press the issue.

I guess I wasn't mad at him - I thought some time between us might dim the 
memory of that night.  And, in fact, it did somewhat.  I didn't think about 
that night as much as I used to and with the sex I was having, I was 
definitely satisfied.  So, by that spring, I was ready to put it behind us.

I got his number from my mother and must have picked up the phone a hundred 
times before I actually dialed the number.

He seemed genuinely surprised by my call, but his voice didn't harbor any 
resentment.  I was very relieved at that.  I didn't try to apologize for 
anything and just told him I was going to be in New Orleans and could I go 
visit him?  He thought it would be a great idea.  His break wasn't the same 
week as mine and he would be studying for midterms, but he would meet me for 
dinner in the French Quarter.

As I hung up the phone, I let out a sigh of relief.  I really did want us to 
be friends again like we always were and this seemed like a step in the 
right direction.

Finally the night came.  My friends went off on their adventures and I 
strolled the streets of the French Quarter to find the restaurant in which 
we were to meet.  It was a beautiful night - the warm air caressed my bare 
skin as I walked.  I could hear the strains of jazz hanging in the humid air 
and could smell the wonderful smells of French cooking.

For the occasion, I dressed simply.  I wore a white skirt, white pumps and a 
pink, short-sleeved blouse.  My hair was curled and was the longest I've 
ever had it.  I applied some lip gloss one last time and walked into the 
restaurant.

Robert picked one of the best restaurants in the city, but I didn't expect 
anything less than that since he lived there.  I let the maitre-d know whom 
I was and he led me over to table where Robert was waiting.

His face lit up when he saw me and I smiled back at him.

"Beth!  It's great to see you!"  He gave me a quick hug and we sat down.

"You too," I said.  I couldn't help noticing how great he looked.  I 
realized he had 'grown up' a little since the last time we saw each other.

"How's your break going?" he asked.

"Oh, it's been fun!  Me and the girls have been out drinking every night," I 
laughed.  "I can't imagine how you've been able to survive living here."

"It gets old after a while, believe me," he chuckled.  "But we do come into 
the city every once in a while and let loose."

We ordered drinks and continued to catch up on things.  Neither of us 
mentioned 'that night' or Christmas Eve.  Instead it was like old times 
where we were just cousins hanging out.

"So are you dating anyone?" he asked after we ate.

I stiffened slightly, not wanting to go in that direction, but it was a fair 
question.

"Um, not really.  Just seeing someone now and then," I said vaguely.

He nodded.

"What about you?  Still with Mary?"

"Marie."

"Right, sorry."

"No, we broke up last year.  I don't have time for any relationships.  
School is pretty demanding."

"Yeah, I understand."

He let down his fa ade for just a minute and I saw something there that I 
was hoping I wouldn't see and that was lust.  I quickly looked away and 
excused myself to visit the bathroom.

When I got back, he had paid the bill and was ready to go.  I thanked him 
for dinner.

"Now, let's have some real fun, you up for it?" he asked with a mischievous 
look in his eye.

I looked at him suspiciously.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Come on, I'll show you."

And with that we stepped out into the night.


About an hour later, my head was full of coke and I was flying.  Tucked into 
a back alley somewhere, Robert had found a dance club and we went inside to 
find it packed with people dancing the night away.  He gave me a small 
packet of coke and I slipped in and out of the ladies room to snort it.  In 
no time, my body was tingling from the rush.  Robert and I got out onto the 
floor and danced to Prince.

My drinking was pacing the coke intake, but I didn't feel it.  I was going 
wild with the music and the lights.  I looked at Robert and he was feeling 
the same way.  I could see the sweat glistening on his face as we moved with 
the rest of crowd.  A couple of times I let myself look at his body 
straining against his thin, tight shirt.  The coke was fueling my lust and I 
wondered how long I would be able to ignore that.

With Prince's sexy voice all around me, it was hard to resist that lust.  I 
was surrounded by men and women who were probably just as fucked up as I 
was.  Everyone was a potential conquest, I thought.  We were all here to be 
seen and hopefully picked out for a more intimate encounter in a hotel room 
or a back seat.  I danced with the crowd and wondered what the night held 
for me, but when I looked at Robert, I began to get an idea of what it would 
be.

When I started coming down off the coke, I asked him if he had any more.  He 
nodded and followed me off the dance floor.  He grabbed my hand and slipped 
a packet inside of it.  I smiled at him and started to make my way to the 
bathrooms.  When I got to the door, I felt him right behind me.

"I'll be right out," I said, somewhat puzzled.

"I know, but I'm coming in with you.  It's the last of the coke and I want 
to share."

"What???"

"Come on, it'll be fine.  This kinda club - anything goes."

I gave him a dubious look, but I realized he was coming in, regardless.  We 
slipped inside and no one gave us a second glance.  Everyone was too busy 
either doing coke themselves or primping.  We slipped into a stall and I was 
suddenly aware of how dangerous this situation could be.

"Uh, you sure this ok?" I asked.

"Sure," he grinned.

We were standing close together and I fumbled to get my mirror out of my 
purse.

"I'll take that," he said and I watched as he emptied the coke onto the 
glass and began to chop it up with a credit card.  Soon the lure of the coke 
took over and that was all I could think of.

I got the short straw I had in my purse and preceded to snort while he held 
the mirror.  I groaned as the addicting rush hit my system.

"Good, huh?" he asked.

"Hell yes."

He laughed and I held the mirror for him as he did the same.  We passed the 
mirror back and forth a few times, doing it all.  We were oblivious of 
everything around us.  When we finished I licked the mirror and put it away. 
  I was flying so high, I couldn't think.

We didn't say anything for a minute as we were each dealing with the 
incredible high we were on.  It was me that finally came to my senses.

"We should get out of here, I'm feeling claustrophobic," I said in a shaky 
voice.

"No," he said, his voice breaking.

I looked at his face.  It was flushed red and he was sweating.  He had that 
look again and I realized I was helpless to do anything about it now.  He 
was blocking my exit out of the stall.

"Beth, I...oh fuck," he said and then his mouth was on me.

I found I couldn't resist.  There was no way I could deny my feelings for 
him.  My arms went around him at the same time his did and we kissed hard.  
His mouth was so hungry when it sought mine and I was just as hungry for it. 
  My mouth opened and I sucked his tongue inside.  He groaned when I did 
this and his hands gripped my arms tightly.  I pushed my pelvis towards him 
and felt his hardness pressing through his pants.

His hands slid to the front of me where he gripped my breasts roughly 
through my shirt.  That was too much for me and I broke the kiss and moaned 
deep.

"I have to see those breasts of yours again," he growled.

He quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it back on my shoulders.  He 
grasped my breasts with his strong hands and began to lick the bare flesh 
peeking over the top of my bra.

"Oh god, so lovely," he murmured in between licks.

I was too busy running my hands through his thick blond hair to think of 
anything else.  Oh how I had wanted to do that.

"Let me see those nipples," he said, pushing my bra up.

My whole body tingled and then convulsed when his mouth took one erect 
nipple.  He sucked it hard and I moaned again.

"You like it hard, don't you?" he asked.

"Yessss," I breathed.  To be honest, I never thought I did, but with him I 
wanted him to use me.

"Then tell me."

"Oh fuck, Robert, bite me!"

He bit down on my nipples and I cried out in ecstasy.

"You like it, don't you slut?"

I didn't even flinch when he called me a slut.  I loved it!

He moved to the other nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth before biting 
it.  I cried out again and urged him on.  Meanwhile my hands were sliding 
down to rub his rock hard shaft through his pants.

"You want that, do you?"

"Yes, I do."

"You want to suck my cock?"

"Oh yes, please," I practically whined.

He pushed me down on the toilet seat and unzipped his pants.  He pulled his 
cock out and suddenly there it was - right in my face.

"Ok, then suck it, you little whore."

My body tingled all over when he talked to me like that.  I never had anyone 
call me that, but with him, I didn't care.  It only fueled my excitement.  I 
began to lick his cockhead and he tilted his head back and groaned.

"Oh god, how I've waited for this moment."

I said nothing and concentrated on giving him pleasure.  My nipples were on 
fire from the biting and my mind was racing from the coke.  All around us I 
could hear music thumping and toilets flushing and girls chatting, but I 
didn't care.

"Ok, now take it deep.  Wrap those lips around me and suck me," he 
commanded.

I was more than willing to please him, I opened wide and engulfed his cock 
in my mouth.  I was even able to deep throat him and he marveled at my 
skill.

"You're pretty good, aren't you slut?  You'll have to tell me how many guys 
you do this with."

That only inflamed me and I continued to suck and lick his cock.  My hand 
reached up underneath him and I squeezed his balls.  He moaned louder and 
finally pushed my head away.

I looked up at him and I knew what was going to happen next.  I was ready.

"Beth, I want to fuck you so bad.  Are you on the Pill?"

I nodded.

"Good, now stand up and turn around."

I did as he asked.

"Lean forward and put your hands against the far wall."

Again, I did as he asked and spread my legs for him.  He lifted up my skirt 
and began to rub my ass through my panties.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked suddenly.

"Y-yes...yes, I do."

He laughed harshly and pulled my panties down.

"Ok, now I'm going gonna fuck your brains out, cousin.  I've been waiting a 
long time to do this."

I felt his mouth on my ass as he began to lick it all over.  His fingers 
reached between my legs and began to stroke my pussy.  It was already pretty 
wet.

"Wet already, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yesssss," I breathed and spread my legs wide for him.  "I want you to fuck 
me sooo bad."

He said nothing and continued to rub my leaking cunt and lick my asshole.  I 
moaned and squirmed and begged him over and over to fuck me, but he wasn't 
going to do it until he was ready.  He pulled my pussy lips apart and stuck 
his tongue there. With long slow strokes he began to lap at my sweetness.  I 
shuddered all over.

"You taste heavenly," he murmured.

He licked and sucked my nectar and I could tell he would have done that all 
night given the chance, but there seemed to be a sense of urgency in the 
situation.  At last he finished and stood up.  I felt his cock brush against 
my ass then it was pushing against my lips.

"Ok, here it comes, slut.  I'm gonna fuck you good."

With a sudden and brutal thrust he was in.  I cried out, not caring who 
heard, and felt his cock completely fill me up.  It felt so fucking good.

"Oh god, you're so tight, cuz."

He began to push his cock in and out of me.  My body pushed back against him 
wanting to feel him deep inside me.  He grabbed my ass with his hands and 
squeezed tightly.  As he pounded me, my tits shook and quivered only adding 
to the sensation.

"Finger that clit of yours," he growled.  "I want you to cum hard."

I reached down between my legs and found my clit hard and poking out.  I 
rubbed it furiously and tried to steady myself.  He was fucking me so hard, 
I had trouble staying balanced.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh," I groaned as my fingers rubbed.  "Robert, fuck meeeeeee..."

He increased the strength of his strokes and I didn't think I would be able 
to stand it any longer.  He was splitting me in two and I didn't think it 
would ever stop.  But I was reaching the edge of my self-control.  My body 
was beginning to spasm and my cunt was gripping his cock like it would never 
let it go.

"Ohhhhh...I'm gonna cum," I wailed.

"Do it.  Cum all over my cock."

I figured myself faster and suddenly my head exploded in white light as I 
came.  I gasped and moaned.  His hands reached around to hold me tight so I 
wouldn't fall.  I was so far gone at this point I thought I would pass out.  
All I could feel was his cock pummeling me and all I could hear was his 
moans as I realized he was cumming too.

He stopped thrusting and held me tight as his cock pumped load after load of 
cum into my pussy.  He murmured my name over and over again.  His tough-guy 
attitude was gone.

Eventually he withdrew from me and I felt his cum running down my leg.  I 
wadded up some toilet paper and cleaned myself up.  All the while I wasn't 
facing him.  I was feeling ashamed and exhilarated at the same time.  He 
cleaned up as well and I heard the zipper of his pants.  I straightened out 
my clothes and turned around to face him.

His eyes shone with such tenderness I had ever seen in him before.

"Oh Beth...Beth," he murmured and began to kiss my hair.

I allowed myself to be held in his arms and vaguely wondered what was next.

"We should get out of here," he said.  "You're too good to be in here."

"Um, ok," I said, not completely following that statement.

We exited the stall and got several looks and smiles from the girls.  I 
smiled weakly back and we left the club.


It was pretty late, but since it was New Orleans, people were still roaming 
the streets.  And most of them were drunk.  I was glad Robert was there for 
protection.

We were quiet as we wandered down the street.  He held my hand loosely and I 
was too much of in a daze to even think about it.

"Where is your hotel?" he asked.

"It's right on Bourbon, near, um, Orleans?"

"Oh, ok."

We made our way over there and found ourselves standing in the doorway of 
the hotel.  Suddenly things seemed awkward.  There was no way he could come 
up - I was sharing a room.  And I knew he had a roommate, so it was best we 
just part ways.

"Can I see you again before you leave?" he asked in a quiet, calm voice.

"Um, I doubt it.  We're leaving tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh."

We were silent for a moment, each thinking of the next opportunity, but I 
knew it was silly to do so.  If anyone found out, it would be disastrous.  
We knew it, but couldn't admit it.

"I should really go inside," I said.  "One of my friends might show up."

"Yeah, ok.  Will you call me when you get back to Pennsylvania?"

"Oh, of course!"

He smiled at me and I melted slightly.

"Ok, then I'll let you go."

We stood there looking at each other and he gave me a warm farewell kiss.

"Thank you for tonight," I whispered and he disappeared into the night.


June 1986: State College, Pennsylvania


Here I was again - graduating.  This time it was bigger.

Everyone was there to watch me end one phase of my life and go to the next 
one.  College turned out to be very rewarding.  I finally figured out that I 
wanted to go into advertising and make it big.  I was getting my degree in 
business with an emphasis on marketing.  I even graduated with honors.

My parents had rented out some suites at the most expensive hotel around and 
were going to hold yet another party.  Most of their close friends were 
there plus our relatives.  My mother had told me that Robert was even going 
to be there.

Robert.

I never did call him after New Orleans.  I went back to studying and dating 
and tried yet again to push it out of my mind.  But I failed miserably.  
That fuck in the bathroom with a head full of coke was the single most 
exciting night of my life.  I spent many nights since then masturbating to 
the memories of the way he treated me, but I never got the nerve up to call 
him. He called me a few times, but I was never there.

I started seeing someone a little more seriously and spent the last two 
holidays with his family Pennsylvania.  But things got too serious and I 
broke it off a few months before graduation.  I wasn't ready.

No matter who I dated or fucked, it never matched the intensity I had with 
Robert that night.  Nor could I summon up the nerve to have someone treat me 
the way he did.  No doubt they would have been shocked.  No, it was my dirty 
little secret and it was surfacing again with the arrival of my cousin.

After all the ceremonies were over and I had my diploma in my sweaty hands, 
I finally saw him.  He hadn't changed that much and my heart fluttered when 
he smiled at me.  He came up to me and gave me a hug.

"Congrats, cuz," he said warmly.

"Thanks," I said, smiling back at him.

I didn't see any trace of animosity there.  I was relieved.  He probably 
came to understand that what we did that night was wrong and we needed to 
stop.

We walked together over the grass and headed to my car which was parked kind 
of far away.

"So you're off to New York and Madison Ave?" he asked.

"Yup!"  I was really excited about it and couldn't wait.

"I'm really proud of you, Beth."

I squeezed his hand briefly.  "Thanks, that means a lot to me."

We walked a little further in silence.  My parents no doubt were herding the 
masses back to the hotel.  I was expected to attend.

"So, what about you?" I asked.  "Grad school already?"

"Yeah, I got accepted to Caltech."

"Oh! That's great!"

My heart sunk a little as I realized he would be on the opposite coast as 
me.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."

"You'll do well, I'm sure."

At last we arrived at my car.

"Are you going to the hotel?" I asked.

"Oh absolutely - I wouldn't miss it."

"Great, I'll give a lift over there."

We drove over there and I pointed out different places on campus.  He took 
it all in and didn't say much.  I was nervous and kept chatting.  I was 
somewhat relieved when we got to the hotel.

When we entered the suite, it was buzzing.  Everyone noticed us and began to 
congratulate me.  Champagne was flowing all around.  I took a glass and 
began to work the room, leaving Robert behind.

Hours went by and I began to get a little tipsy and a little weary.  I was 
wishing I had some coke.  I wondered if Robert did and found a chance to 
catch him alone.

"Yeah, I have some - I was hoping you would ask me about it.  I don't want 
to do it alone," he said.

We were standing close to the door and no one was paying attention to us.  
Everyone was boozing it up which was not unusual at our parties.

"Let's slip out to the hallway," he suggested.

We left the room quickly stood in the hallway.

"It's in my room down the hall," he pointed.  "We can do it there."

I hesitated but he didn't seem to notice.  He grabbed my hand and led me 
down to his room before anyone could see us.  We went inside and shut the 
door.  Instantly, his hands were all over me.  He began kissing my neck.

"Oh Beth, I've missed you..."

I pulled away.

"Are you sharing this room with anyone?" I asked, looking around.

"Just my brother, Brett.  He's still at the party."

Brett was Robert's younger brother by about three years.  He was going to 
school at Princeton.  He was a very, very bright kid and their parents had 
high hopes for him.

I nodded and went over to the bed and slipped off my shoes.

"Well, I guess there is no denying this, is there?" I asked.

"What?"

"Robert, I have never had a single night like the one we had in New Orleans. 
  Ever."

He sat down on the other bed facing me.

"I know...God, I know..."

He put his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you," I admitted.

"That's ok, I totally understand that."

"I wanted to...but..."  I was silent for a moment, thinking.  "Then I got 
involved in a relationship."

He lifted his head up.

"Is he here?"

"No, no.  We broke up a few months ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

I shrugged.  "Thanks, but it was no big deal."

He reached over to his bag and got a packet of coke out and began to line us 
up on the night table.  He changed the subject.

"Do you think anyone will miss us?" he asked.

"I don't think so.  They probably think I went off with friends."

He handed me a rolled up bill and I leaned over to snort.

"Oh man, this is good," I said, sniffing.

"Yeah, I had a great connection in New Orleans.  I'm gonna be sad to see 
that go."

He did two lines and laid back on the bed.  I did another and knelt next to 
him.  He looked up at me.  At that moment we knew what was going to happen 
and no words needed to be said.  I leaned over him and kissed him hard on 
the mouth.  He groaned and brought his hands up to pull me down on him.

We groped and kissed like we never wanted it to end.  His hands found the 
zipper of my dress and began to slide it down.  I rolled off him and yanked 
the whole thing off.  I also removed the rest of my clothes and stood before 
him naked.

"This time, I want us to be naked," I said.  "I want to do it right."

He grinned and stood up to remove his clothes.  I put on the radio and 
sounds of Billy Idol streamed into the room.  I did one more line and joined 
him on the bed.

I immediately began to kiss him all over his tanned muscular chest.  He 
rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples and I groaned against his skin.

"Suck my cock,  Beth.  I need to feel those lips on me."

I moved my mouth down his body and grabbed his cock with my hand.  I gave it 
a few tugs before moving it into my mouth.

"Oh yeah...fuck, yeah."

My mouth eagerly took him in and began to suck.

"Turn around, let me eat your pussy at the same time."

I shifted my body around into the 69 position and spread my legs for him.  I 
shuddered as his tongue found my wet snatch and his mouth began to suck my 
lips into his mouth.  His hands gripped my ass tightly and pulled my cheeks 
apart.  His whole face pushed into me and his tongue drove me wild.

I turned my attention, somewhat, back to his cock which was now fully hard.  
I scraped my teeth along the hard skin of his shaft and he groaned into my 
pussy.  Smiling, I kept it up until he was bucking his hips driving his cock 
deep into my mouth.  I slowed down a little and began to move in long, 
smooth strokes.  He responded by pushing two fingers into my gaping pussy.  
I lifted my head to gasp.  When my mouth left his cock, he slapped my ass.

"Did I say stop sucking, bitch?" he demanded.

His words inflamed me even more and I renewed my sucking with intensity.  I 
was longing to taste his cum in my mouth.

He increased the rhythm of his finger-fucking and I sucked his cock as hard 
as my mouth would allow.  My tongue glided over him again and again, 
bringing him closer to orgasm.  I could feel his body tense and his pelvis 
rise.  I grasped his balls and gave a hard squeeze.  His mouth left me and 
he cried out.

"Oh fuck!  I'm gonna cum!"

That was just what I needed to hear as felt the first stream of cum leave 
his cock and enter my mouth.  He groaned and twisted underneath me as he 
shot load after load into my waiting mouth.  I squeezed his sac hard and got 
every last drop.  Amazingly, he was able to go back to fucking me with his 
fingers and his tongue and very soon I was beginning to shake.

With cum drooling all over my chin I cried out over and over that I was 
cumming.  He increased the intensity and didn't let up until I was a 
quivering mess.  He pulled his face and fingers away and licked his fingers 
clean.

"You taste so sweet, my sweet," he said and I giggled.

I rolled off him got a drink out of the mini-bar.  He laid there with my cum 
all over his face and a semi-hard cock and watched me.

"You are the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen," he said quietly.

I blushed furiously.

"No, really."

"Thank you," I said and gave him a sip of my beer.

He wiped the cum from his face and licked his fingers again.

"Let's do another line."

I handed him the bill and he quickly snorted it up.  I did one as well and 
we laid together on the bed.   My head was spinning from the drugs and the 
sex.

His hand stroked my thigh lightly and he sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I was just thinking that it's going to be tough having you in New York and 
me in California."

"Oh - well, don't think about it.  What are your plans for this summer?"

"I'm going to Europe with some friends.  I leave next week."

"Oh."

We were quiet for a while.  I had hoped he was going to be in Virginia this 
summer like me.  Then we would have more chances to slip away.  Maybe even 
get a hotel for a weekend.

"Beth, I will never be able to get you out of my system."

"I won't be able to get you out of my system either."

"Why are we so attracted to each other?"

"I don't know...maybe because we're alike?"

"Maybe."  He took another long sip of beer.  "I've had a thing about you 
forever."

"Really?"

"Yeah, since I was about 13 or so.  I used to fantasize about you."

I blushed again.

"And I used to jack off thinking about you naked."

"Ok, now you're embarrassing me!"

He laughed.  "That's a compliment!  I don't jack off to just anyone!"

We both laughed and I rolled over to kiss him.  I tasted my own cum on his 
lips.  Then I snuggled next to him and we both laid there.  Normally I would 
want to snuggle and doze off, but the coke had me wired.  Instead we just 
lay there and talked about whatever came to mind.

After a while, his hand guided my hand to his cock.  It was hard.

"Wow, already?" I asked.

"Yup."

I giggled and kissed him again.

"I would love to have you ride my cock," he whispered huskily.

"Mmmmm...that would be great."

I moved so I could straddle him.  I opened my lips wide and guided him in.  
It felt so fucking good.

"Oh yes - I've never forgotten how good your pussy feels around my cock," he 
moaned.

When he was all the way inside me I sat there and looked down at him.

"Touch my breasts," I whispered.  "I love the way you abuse them."

"You like that, huh?"

"Yes."

He reached up and began to squeeze them roughly.

"Oh yes, squeeze them.  Pinch them."

I began to move on his cock now.  He pinched my nipples and I let out a long 
moan.

"Lean over and I'll bite them, slut."

I was about to do that when I heard the door behind us open.  Instantly my 
head turned around and Brett was standing there.

"Beth?  Oh my god, did I walk in the wrong--"

He stopped when he saw Robert's face.

"Robert???"

He looked at me then at Robert.  I was too shocked to even try to cover 
myself up.  He was a younger version of Robert.  Not as muscular, but he had 
the blond hair and blue eyes of his brother.  Right now his mouth was open 
and his face red.

"What are you two doing?" he asked, incredulously.

"What do you think we're doing," barked Robert.  "Do me a favor and just 
leave.  And don't tell a soul."

I got to my senses and pulled a sheet around me.  I carefully moved off of 
Robert and felt his cock leave me with a soft 'plop' sound. Brett let his 
eyes wander over my body, trying to take in more of me.  I blushed and 
looked away.

"I won't say anything if you let me in on the action," he said boldly.

I gasped.

"Sure, why not?" Robert said, sliding off the bed.  "Our cousin here is 
quite the fuck."

"Robert!"

"Well, it's true."

I couldn't believe how callous he was being after being so tender earlier.

"Well, I'm getting dressed and going to my room," I said looking for my 
clothes.

"Then I'll just have a word with your father," Brett said.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me."

I looked at him and saw Robert.  They were so alike.  Then I looked at 
Robert and he smiled at me.

"Come over here and have a line, sweetie," he said.  "Then we'll have some 
fun."

I realized that if I didn't, Brett would go public and I'd be the shame of 
my family.  Everything would be in jeopardy.  I took a deep breath and told 
myself I was doing this for Robert and I.

"Ok, you guys win," I said, dropping the sheet.

"What a good sport you are, Beth," chuckled Robert.

I looked at Brett and saw him ogle me.

"What's wrong, never seen a naked woman before?" I asked before accepting a 
line.

Robert laughed loudly and Brett looked embarrassed.

"Of course I have," he said.  "Just not any of my cousins."

Robert laughed again and handed the mirror to Brett.  He did two lines and 
shook his head.

"Oh man, this is good!"

"You think that's good - you should feel Beth's mouth around your cock."

I wanted to say something to him, but kept my mouth shut.  I needed to just 
go along with this.  I had never done it with two guys before - maybe this 
will be fun.

Brett stripped his clothes off, feeling out of place since we were naked, 
and grabbed a beer from the fridge.  My eyes moved appraisingly over his 
body.  He was built very much like Robert - even down to his semi-hard cock. 
  He guzzled his beer quickly like only a 19 year old would do and came over 
to me.

"So, let's see how good you suck cock then," he said.  "On your knees."

I shot Robert a look and got on my knees.  He shoved his cock in my face and 
began to lick the cockhead.  I shut my eyes and tried to get into it.  I 
have to do this, I thought, so just go with it.  Maybe if I make him cum 
right away, he'll leave us.

But that was not to be.

I moved my mouth and tongue expertly over his shaft and he moaned and urged 
me on.  His hands went to my hair and he tugged at it, bringing my head 
closer and his cock deeper.

"Fuck, she's good, Rob," he said.

Next thing I knew, Robert was standing next to me and his cock was brushing 
my face.  I grabbed it in my hand and began to stroke it.  Then I moved my 
mouth to his cock.  Again, I could taste my own cum.  While I sucked Robert, 
I stroked Brett.  I began to alternate between their cocks with my mouth and 
hands.  Soon both were moaning and bucking into my mouth or hand.  I 
increased the intensity.  I wanted to have them both cum on me at the same 
time.  I was really getting into it and my pussy throbbed.

Robert and Brett's moans filled the room and competed with INXS on the 
radio.  My only mission was to make these two brothers cum and I knew I was 
getting closer.

Brett was first.  His cock was in my mouth and my hand was jerking off 
Robert.  Brett grabbed my head in his hands and jammed me down over his 
cock.  But I pulled free right when I heard him say he was cumming and his 
jism squirted out all over my face.  He pumped his cock and I shut my eyes 
as his cum coated my face.  He was groaning loudly.

When Robert saw this he told me to turn to face him and I jerked his cock 
hard.  Soon he was cumming too and his cum spurted out and landed on my 
breasts.

"Oh fuck, that's hot," breathed Brett, who was still recovering.

Robert could do nothing but groan as I pumped the last of his seed out of 
his cock and on to my waiting tongue.  I lapped it all off and gave his 
cockhead one final suck for good measure.  He sighed and slumped on the bed. 
  Brett sat on the other bed and they opened new beers.  I excused myself to 
clean up.

When I came back, Robert rewarded me with a beer and a line.  I eagerly 
accepted both and we sat around for a while.  None of us seemed fazed by 
what just happened and no one got dressed.  I was hoping Brett would have 
left by then, but it was clear they weren't done yet.

"Ok, slut, get on the bed," Robert said.

Brett looked at Robert.

"Don't worry little brother, she loves to be called that."

I climbed on the bed and lay on my back looking at them.  They both got on 
either side of me and began to fondle my breasts.

"Tell Brett how you like it."

"I-I like it rough," I said in a small voice.

Brett raised his eyebrows.  "Oh yeah?  Tell me."

"I like my nipples pinched and bitten.  And...I liked to be fucked hard."

"Nasty little bitch, aren't you?" laughed Brett.

I said nothing and shut my eyes.  Four hands roamed all over my body 
pinching and squeezing.  I lay there immobile and let them pleasure me.  I 
closed my eyes as my legs were parted and fingers played with my pussy.  
Then two mouths joined the four hands.  Each one of them sucked on my 
nipples and began to bite them.  Their hands rubbed all over my belly, 
thighs and cunt.

"Oh my god, yes!" I cried.

That urged them on and they sucked and bit harder.  I cried out again loving 
their mouths on me.

"Let's fuck this cunt," Robert said and both their fingers were inside me.

It was unbelievable.  I almost came right then.  Their fingers moved almost 
independently of each other.  It was amazing and I humped against them 
shamelessly.  Brett lowered his head and began to suck on my clit, drawing 
it into his mouth.  Robert continued assaulting my breasts.

I cried out over and over, urging them on to fuck me and bite me.  They 
never let up and worked like a well-oiled team.  These blond Adonis's.

As I held Robert's head to my tits, I felt the orgasm rushing full force.  I 
was going to cum hard - I could feel it.

"I'm gonna cum!" I screamed.

"Yeah, that's it - cum for me, baby," Robert whispered to me.  "I want you 
to cum hard for me so I can lick it all up."

That was it.  I rose my hips off the bed and shrieked over and over as the 
orgasm ripped through me.  The guys never let up and they brought me right 
over the fucking edge.  It was incredible.

When I began to finally come down off of that high, they let up and looked 
at me.

"Look at her - she's all flushed from that," Robert said.

"Yeah, and I can't wait to fuck her now."

My eyes widened when he said that and I looked at Robert.  His face told me 
to just go with it.  I shut my eyes and lay there weakly.  My head was 
spinning.

"I think she needs another beer," Brett observed.

He retrieved it for me and I accepted it graciously.  I drank it down 
greedily and lay back down on the bed.  I was worn out and didn't think I 
could go on, but Brett had other ideas.  He knelt on the bed between my legs 
and began to lick the cum from my pussy.  It was still tingly from the 
earlier orgasm.

"Wow, she tastes so good," Brett said in between licks.

"After a cum like that, she should," laughed Robert.

Brett's cock was hard again and he placed it at the opening of my pussy.  He 
pushed it in and I groaned.

"Ok, bitch you like it rough, you're gonna get rough," he growled.

He lifted my legs up and placed them on his shoulders.  This gave him better 
leverage and he began to thrust deep and hard into my pussy.  I gripped the 
bed sheets and gasped at the force in which he began to fuck me.  My tits 
wobbled all over my chest with each long thrust.  Every muscle on his 
delicious body was tense and rippled as he fucked me.  Sweat formed on his 
brow and his eyes had a distant look in them.

Robert sat in a chair and watched while he stroked his cock lightly.

"Oh god, this is one tight cunt," groaned Brett.

And he continued to fuck me even harder.  My pussy was on fire from the 
abuse.  I was being used like a total whore and instead of being ashamed, I 
was loving it.  I wanted to be fucked and used over and over.  And as Brett 
unloaded his seed deep within my cunt, I passed the point of no return.


It was late when I tiptoed back to my room.  Luckily no one was up and I 
slipped inside without a sound and immediately ran a bath.  My body was 
covered with cum.  It was all over my breasts, belly and on my thighs.  My 
pussy was sore and my breasts had red marks from biting.  But as I slipped 
down into the hot water, I realized how much I loved it.  I had no idea why, 
but I loved it.

Both of them had their way with me for a while after Brett first came inside 
me.  We snorted coke, drank beer and fucked for hours until we were 
exhausted.  I was their source of pleasure and they used me well.

When both of them were asleep, I had gathered my clothes, got dressed and 
crept out.  I wondered if I would see Robert again before he left.


Sometime the next morning, I heard a knock on the door and figured it was 
housekeeping.  I was pissed because I had put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on 
the door.

"Just a minute," I yelled as I grabbed my robe and wrapped it tightly around 
me.

My body screamed out in pain from the activities of the night before and my 
head was about to explode.  I was going to be hurting all day.

I opened the door and was surprised to see Robert.  He looked bad too.  I 
pulled him inside and shut the door.

"Are you nuts? What if someone saw you?" I said in a harsh voice.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine," and he kissed me tenderly.

"I'm sorry - just after last night-"

"Don't worry.  Brett won't say anything.  I told him I would beat the shit 
out of him if he did.  Plus he's just as guilty."

I got back in bed and lay there weakly.  Robert lay next to me and stroked 
my hair.

"You were wonderful last night, my sweet," he  murmured.

"Oh god, I can't believe what we did," I moaned unhappily.  "My body is 
killing me."

"Mine too, believe me."

"But it was amazing..."

"Yes, it was," he said kissing my hair again.  "But I'm not gonna share you 
with him again.  Next time I want you all to myself."

I sighed.

"Will there be a next time?"

"Of course.  I promise.  Come and visit me in Pasadena.  You're new job 
allows vacations, doesn't it?"

"Yes - but what if...never mind..." I trailed off.

"What?"

I sighed.

"One or both us might be, you know, 'involved'."

"Yes, it could happen, but we'll just see how it goes."

He kissed me softly again and stroked my hair.

"Right now I can't think of anyone else - only you..."

How sweet he was right now.  So unlike last night.  But I liked both sides 
of him.  I realized we each had a nasty down and dirty style when it came to 
sex and I liked that too.

I hugged him and told him he better go.  My mother was sure to be around 
soon to drag me to breakfast.

"I love you," he said softly in my ear before getting up.  "I'll be in touch 
after Europe."

And with that, he slipped out the door.

I lay there and felt tears sliding down my cheeks.  I loved him too.


July 1987: Los Angeles, California

I was a career girl now.  I had a job at an advertising agency in New York.  
I wore power skirts and had an apartment in SoHo.  It was great.

I worked really hard and the months melted by more quickly than I cared to 
admit.  But in this business you had to work hard and win accounts or you 
would be left behind.  I rose to the challenge and worked my tail off.

When we won a major account in LA, I was chosen to go out there and get the 
ball rolling.  I would have be on the west coast a lot in the next year or 
so.  The first thing I thought of was Robert.  I never really stopped 
thinking about him.  The night of my graduation burned in my mind.  That was 
the absolute hottest sex I had ever had and I certainly haven't had any 
since.  Working all the time did that.  No time for anything else.

Robert did call me after he settled into Caltech.  He loved it there and I 
was happy for him.  We didn't talk about too much, no doubt not ready to get 
into our hopeless situation.  He gave me his number and address and I 
promised to keep in touch.

I realized a year had gone by when I finally called him.  He had just 
finished the semester and was going to stay in California and teach over the 
summer.  When I told him I would be in LA within the month, he said he 
couldn't wait to see me.  In fact, he told me a few other things that made 
me blush while I sat in my little cubicle at work.

So there I was, in smoggy LA in my power suit and hair pulled up.  My lips 
were a glossy red and my heels high.  I sat in the lounge of my hotel and 
sipped a drink, waiting for Robert.

When he walked in, my stomach flip-flopped.  He looked so tanned and good, I 
couldn't take my eyes off him.  His hair was shorter than I ever saw, but it 
looked great - still blond as ever.  His face broke into a huge smile as he 
came over to me.  I stood up.

"You look great," I said.

"God, so do you!  Miss Advertising Exec!"

We laughed and he pulled me close and hugged me.  I was about to resist, but 
I we were far from any family here and no one would know.  We could even be 
a couple.

"I missed you so much," he whispered.

"Me too," and I felt my eyes sting a little.

He let me go and sat down next to me on the couch.  A waiter came over and 
he ordered a beer.

"So how's the Big Apple?"

"Oh, it's great!  My job is fabulous!"

He laughed.

"I knew you'd always do good."  He admired my legs.  "You must have every 
guy in New York after you."

I blushed.  "Actually, no."

"Why not?"

"No time."

"Ahhh - yes, I know about that."

His beer arrived and he took a long swig.  He grinned at me.

"But I do have time for you, my sexy little cousin."

"Shhhh! Don't say that in public!"

He laughed again and I smiled back.

"Let's go to your room so I can help you change before dinner."

I smiled evilly at him and we went up to my room.  Once inside our clothes 
were quickly shed.  We were both greedy for each other.  His mouth was all 
over me, licking and sucking.  His hands squeezed my ass and then he pushed 
me down on the bed.  He straddled my face and shoved his cock in my mouth.

"Suck me, bitch."

I grabbed his cock and that sense of dirtiness flooded me and I got all 
excited.  It had been too long since I had sex and I needed it so bad.

"Yeah, take me all in...let me feel the back of your throat."

I sucked him in deep and gagged slightly as his cock pushed into my throat.  
I tried to relax and take him in.  When I did, he groaned and leaned back.  
His flat, hard stomach clenched and I ran my hands over it, marveling at the 
hardness.  I could never get tired of this body.

He began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth like he was fucking it.  
I dropped my hands to the side and let him use me.  I kept my mouth as tight 
as I could on him, occasionally using my teeth to excite him.  He thrust in 
and out until at last he came long and hard.  He kept his cock in my mouth 
and I had to swallow all his cum.

He pulled out and sat there gasping.

"Fuck - I think you get better and better each time!"

I laughed and he moved down to my pussy.  How easily we slipped back into 
it.


A little later, we emerged from the hotel looking like we belonged with each 
other.  I had on a black leather mini-skirt and a red top that was a little 
clingy, but Robert loved it because he thought it made me look slutty.  I 
had heels on and stockings with garters.  Robert really liked that touch.  
My hair was fluffed way out.

We were going clubbing in LA.  I couldn't wait having heard about their 
scene.  New York had a scene too, but it was a little more restrained.  I 
wanted wild and trashy.  I wiped the stray bit of coke from nose and 
followed him out into the heavy air.

We had dinner in Beverly Hills somewhere.  It was trendy restaurant, but I 
was beginning to think all restaurants where in Beverly Hills.  I swore I 
saw Kevin Costner, though.  I was still swooning over him from his 
appearance in 'Bull Durham'.

After that, we made our way to a dance club.  Robert was in the mood to cut 
loose.  I guess school had got to him in the first year.  I was eager to 
help him with that mission.  We walked into the club and I was surrounded by 
big hair and loud metal music.  I looked at Robert and he smiled and led me 
onto the floor.

We danced and strutted half the night.  The alcohol went down easily and so 
did the coke.  Motley Crue, Ratt, and The Scorpions and others played all 
night as we got down to it.  I was having the time of my life and I felt so 
alive in this city of angels.  I could really let my hair down because no 
one knew me and no one really cared.

When we finally took a break, we slid into a booth in a dark corner.  At 
once, his tongue was in my ear and his hands were sliding up my thigh 
underneath my skirt.  I was about to protest, but I think that the booths 
were intended for the purpose of making out and god knows what else.  I 
placed my hand on his and pushed it higher.  When he felt the bare skin over 
the stockings, he groaned.

"I want you right here," he breathed into my ear.  "I want you to ride my 
cock until you scream."

My body shivered at those words.  He never failed to excite me with the way 
he talked.  I kissed him hard and began to rub his cock with my hand.  His 
own hand was just discovering that I had no panties on.

"Oh my god, you slut!" he laughed.

"I thought you'd like that," I said kissing him.

"Fuck yeah..."

He pushed his hand up to my pussy and slipped a finger inside.

"Wet already, aren't you slut?"

"Yes - I want you so bad..."

"Unzip me."

I undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.  I pulled his cock out and it was 
pretty stiff.

"Now climb on me and let me fill that sweet cunt of yours."

I pushed my skirt up exposing my ass to anyone who really wanted to see and 
straddled him.  I opened my pussy lips with my fingers and guided him in.  
He slid in with a groan and I shut my eyes - it felt so good.

"Lean over me so I can get at those luscious breasts of yours."

I stuck my chest out and pushed up my top.  I had a very sheer bra on and my 
nipples were flat.

"Oh please...suck them through the material first," I begged.

He brought his mouth to one nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth.  I 
moaned loudly and ran my fingers through his hair.  His hand found the other 
one and he slid his fingernails back and forth over them.

"Oh Robert....ohhhhhhh..."

He moved to lick my cleavage up and down before sucking my other nipple.  My 
pussy spasmed and gripped his cock and I began to ride him.  Up and down I 
went as his mouth licked and sucked my nipples through my bra.  His hands 
slid up my belly and cupped my full breasts from below and squeezed over and 
over again.  It was driving me wild.  I reached down and began to rub my 
clit.

"Oh yeah, rub it," he moaned.

I grunted as we fucked.  I was so turned on, I didn't care that we were in 
public.  In fact, I didn't know we were being watched.  I rode him harder 
and harder as he molested my tits.  At last I was close and I whispered in 
his ear that I was going to cum.

"Good - because I'm going to explode into you," he said with a clenched 
grin.

"Oh yes, fill me with that cum," I urged.

And with that we both came.  As his cock pumped his seed into me, I spasmed 
around him and threw my head back.  My hair whipped from side to side as  I 
came long and loud.  It was incredible.

When I was done I slumped over him and held him tightly.

"That was quite a show," said a masculine voice to the right of me.

My head popped up and I saw a big guy with long hair and huge arms standing 
there.  He was dressed like a biker and was typical of what went into this 
place.

"Do you do encores?" he asked.

I looked at Robert and his eyes burned into me.  He wanted to me to do this 
guy.

"Um, yeah, I can..." I said, not believing my what I just said.

He was rubbing his cock through his leather pants.  I slid off of Robert and 
went over to this guy.  I didn't bother straightening my clothes out.  I 
immediately got on my knees and he pulled his cock out.

His dick was very fat and I had trouble getting it all in my mouth, but I 
gave it my best.  I ran my long nails over his ball sac as I moved my head 
up and down on his cock.  He was moaning and clutching my hair in no time.  
I got strangely turned on by giving a blow job to a total stranger.

The biker thrust his big cock in and out of my mouth.  Robert sat nearby 
watching - his cock hard again and bobbing against his stomach.  I kept up 
the pace and soon his cock twitched in my mouth.

"Oh fuck - I'm gonna cum.  Swallow me, honey..."

I did.  His cum shot out of him and I greedily sucked it down.  He moaned 
and pulled my hair as he came.  I felt my pussy throbbing again and knew it 
was going to be a long night.

I pulled away and cum ran down my chin.  I quickly wiped it off and sucked 
it from my fingers.  The biker stuffed his cock into his pants and thanked 
us profusely.  I finally fixed my clothes and looked at Robert.

"Let's go somewhere else," he said, zipping up.  "I need some air."

"Good idea," I said and I followed him outside.

He held me tightly as we moved down the sidewalk.

"Fuck, that was so hot, Beth!"

"I can't believe I did that."

"But you enjoyed it, though, right?"

"Oh yeah.  It was great knowing you were watching me the whole time.  I was 
really turned on by it."

"As was I."

We were silent for a bit.  Music could be heard up and down the Strip.  
Motorcycles roared down the street.  It was a typical LA night.  He steered 
me into a park and we collapsed on a bench.

"Watching that made me so hot," he said as he caressed my breasts.

"Mmmmmmm," I answered and shut my eyes.  His hands were stimulating me 
again.

He began to kiss my neck as he felt me up.  I willingly spread my legs for 
him and his hand slid up my skirt again.  His fingers wiggled into my pussy 
for a bit before he pulled them out and shoved them into my mouth.

"Taste yourself, bitch," he whispered.

I licked my sweet cum from his fingers while he watched.

"Stand up," he said.

I got to my feet and stood there looking at him.

"Turn around and grip the back of this bench."

I did as he asked.  I was now bent over and I knew what he was going to do.  
A rush went to my head and my pussy throbbed again.  His hands pushed my 
skirt up exposing my ass and I spread my legs wide for him.

I heard him unzip his pants and then his cockhead was rubbing against my wet 
slit.  I couldn't believe how hard he was again.  He slid inside me for a 
few strokes before pulling out.  I gasped and whined a little.

"Don't worry, my little slut.  I'm not done with you yet."

Then I felt his cock pressing against my asshole.  I jumped and tried to 
turn around.

"Don't fucking move.  You're getting it in the ass whether you like it or 
not."

My eyes went wide.

"But...I never..."

"First time for everything," he said and pushed his head into me.

I cried out in pain.

"Make more noise and we'll have company, I guarantee it," he warned.

"But it hurrrrts," I whined.

"Relax and take it in.  You'll enjoy it after a while."

I took a deep breath, held it and let it out.  He pushed a little deep and 
then suddenly he was past the tight ring of my muscle.  His shaft completely 
filled my ass and I let out a groan.

"That's better," he grunted.

He pulled out a bit and slid back in.  I shut my eyes and let him take me.  
Even though it hurt, it still turned me on to be used like this.  I still 
couldn't believe how I was acting.  It was if I was a different person.

He started to fuck my ass in earnest.  Both hands were squeezing my ass 
cheeks hard.  It would leave marks for days.  I gripped the bench and moaned 
in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he fucked me.  Because we were in the 
shadows of the park, no one noticed.  Not that I cared...

In and out went his cock.  Filling my ass with each deep stroke.  His moans 
got louder and his strokes got quicker.  I held on for dear life and with a 
roar he came and filled my ass with his cum.


And so it started yet again.  I made trips back and forth from NY to LA at 
least every other month.  When I did, I always met Robert.  It seemed like 
he could never get away more than one night, but we made the most of it.  We 
fucked like crazy and went to clubs and did coke.  In fact, a fair amount of 
powder was going up my nose, but I ignored that.  I was in heaven every 
minute I spent with him.

Sometimes he was the romantic and we'd have intimate dinners at trendy 
restaurants followed by long, leisurely sex.  But more often than not, I 
played the slut for him.  We had sex everywhere - in bathrooms, limos, and 
even an elevator.  Sometimes we picked up strangers and I got two cocks at 
once.  I really liked that and Robert knew it.  Usually by night's end I 
would be covered with cum and exhausted.

We never tired of each other.  Looking back, it was probably one of the 
happiest times of my life.

But then the project was done.  The customer was satisfied and I was back in 
New York full time.  It was almost two years since we started this wild ride 
and the crazy Eighties were beginning to wind down.  The economy slumped and 
things got a little tight.

I thought about Robert all the time and knew he was getting out of grad 
school soon.  I wondered what was going to be next and if we'd be close 
enough to continue our trysts.  I kept telling myself it wasn't healthy - I 
needed to find someone I could be in a relationship with, but I knew the sex 
would never be the same without Robert.  I was hooked.

But finally after the first six months without him, I started to get over it 
and actually began to date.  Robert's calls tapered off and I figured that 
maybe it was time to let it go and get on with our lives.  I met a wonderful 
guy named Dennis and I told myself to be happy and forget Robert.


November 1989, Yellow Pines, Virginia

This year Thanksgiving was at my parents' house.  I flew down from New York 
a few days before for a much needed vacation.  Dennis was with me and my 
parents instantly liked him.  Of course they did - he was successful and 
Harvard educated.  My mother kept hinting around if 'he was the one.'

I wasn't sure if he was the one.  I liked him - but the wanton side of me 
was still there.  Our sex was just ok, and more than once I had to fantasize 
about Robert in order to get off.  Dennis had no idea about it and I figured 
it was a good thing.

I was sitting leisurely on the couch, drink in hand when Robert arrived with 
a woman at his side.  She looked very cultured and I immediately got 
jealous.  I wondered how long they were together.  I hadn't spoken to Robert 
in at least 3 months and he never said anything about it before.

He introduced her as Pamela and she nodded politely to my parents.  I began 
to hate her.

Next in was Brett.  I quickly avoided his eyes as he ushered in a trashy 
looking blond.  It was the first time I had seen him since that night.  
Robert told me that he always asked for me, but our secret would be safe 
with him.  I hoped it would be.

"Who are those guys?" Dennis asked.

"They're my cousins," I said, clenching my jaw.  "I'll be right back, I have 
to use the bathroom."

I went down the hall to bathroom hoping that Robert had seen me.  I waited 
for ten minutes, but he never came.  I sighed and went back to join Dennis.  
He was talking with my father about some financial something or other.  I 
pretended to listen while I spied on Robert and Pamela.  At least he noticed 
me and his face lit up.  He brought her over.

I stood up and gave him a brief hug.  When I pulled back, he smiled that old 
smile at me.  I half smiled back.

"Beth - I want you to meet Pamela, my fianc e."


That was the hardest dinner in my life to choke down.  I sat next to dinner 
and willed a few pieces of turkey into me.  I didn't have any problem with 
the wine, though.  After my fourth class Dennis whispered something about me 
getting drunk.  I ignored it and tried to hide my sullenness.  I didn't want 
Robert to see how upset I was.

I'm not sure if anyone knew just how upset I really was, but people avoided 
me a little after dinner.  My mother asked me if I felt ok, so I told her I 
really wasn't and I needed to lay down.  Dennis, always the faithful one, 
offered to come upstairs and sit with me.  I smiled wanly and told me it ok 
- he could watch football with the guys.

I was alone in my old room.  Tears were rapidly welling up in my eyes.  I 
couldn't believe they were getting married, but I had to accept the reality 
of the whole thing.  He deserved to have a life with someone who could be 
committed to him.  We couldn't do that - we would be the disgrace of the 
family and I could never do that to our parents.  We had talked about it 
enough times.

I lay on my bed thinking about it for a long time and then at last I fell 
asleep.

A knock on the door woke me and I told whoever to come in.  I figured Dennis 
was checking on me.

But then I smelled him.  I knew his smell.  It musky and sexy and it always 
drove me wild.  I turned over to look at him with bleary eyes.  Suddenly I 
wasn't rational anymore.  I didn't want to lose him to that ice queen.  With 
anger welling up inside of me, I beat his chest with my fists and he had to 
grip my arms hard to stop me.  I shook my full head of hair and tried to get 
away from him.

"Beth! Get yourself together!"

"How could you do this to me?" I sobbed.

"Please, don't - you know it would happen to us some day."

"But how long..."

He didn't say anything.  He let my arms go and looked at him.

"You were seeing her when I was in LA, weren't you?"

He looked away - guilt was on his face.

"Oh fuck, how could you do that?  You betrayed us both!"

He buried his face in his hands.  "I know...I know...I'm so sorry, Beth.  I 
wanted to tell you, but I didn't want you to stop seeing me when you were 
town.  I was so addicted to you."

I sobbed again and threw myself back on the bed.  He was quiet for a while.

"Beth, what we did was wrong.  I have to make a life.  You need to as well.  
What about Dennis?  He seems like a nice guy."

I grunted.

"Beth - I'm going to do this.  And I want you to back me on this.  You know 
we need go our own ways."

"When's the wedding?" I said in a muffled voice.  I couldn't look at him.

"Next June.  It will be down here in Virginia.  Will you come?"

"If you want me to."

"Of course I do."

"And where you going to live?"

There was a slight hesitation before he said: "Westchester County.  Her 
family got us a house in White Plains."

My head shot up.

"Are you fucking serious!  That's in my back yard!"

"I know, I know.  But I got a job teaching at Columbia and she's a lawyer in 
the city."

"What are you gonna do now, flaunt her in my face whenever you come into the 
city for a posh evening on the town?"

I saw him stiffen slightly and I put my head down and sobbed some more.  He 
stroked my hair lightly.

"I'm so sorry...I hesitated about Columbia, I really did.  I had another 
offer at UCLA, but I wanted to come back East.  Pamela is from New York and 
wanted to come back here too."

I said nothing.  What else could I say?

He pushed back my hair and leaned over me.  "Please sit up, let me see you."

I reluctantly sat up.  Tears streamed down my face.  He handed me a tissue 
and I wiped them away.  He held my hands in his.

"Remember that night seven years ago in this room?" he asked softly.

How could I forget, I thought.

"Yes, we were sitting right there."  I pointed to the floor.

"Yes and you turned me on to coke and blow jobs all in the same night," he 
laughed.

I laughed a little too and tried to hold back another sob.

"Beth, we had some good times, but I love Pamela, and I want to marry her."

"But you love me!" I wailed.

He held me close.  "I love you too, my sweet.  I always will.  But we have 
to go on."

He was getting too sappy for me all of a sudden.  I turned away thinking 
this bitch softened him up.

"Fine, get married.  Have kids.  Have a fun life." I said angrily.  "Just 
get the fuck out of here."

He sighed deeply and left, shutting the door behind him.  I went back to bed 
and sobbed miserably in my pillow.  I wanted to just die.


May 1991: New York City

I was sitting in my favorite caf  in the city sipping coffee enjoying the 
Times.  Work had been a little grueling so it was great to get out of the 
office and enjoy the spring warmth.  It was a beautiful day and I took it 
all in.  My long flowered skirt fluttered in the slight breeze and I pushed 
my sunglasses up and began to read the paper.

I was immersed in something when I heard a familiar voice.

"Beth, is that you?"

My heart froze as I looked up and saw Robert standing there.  He was in a 
suit and looked absolutely amazing.  I was absolutely shocked to see him and 
it took me a minute to recover.

"Robert! Hi!" I said and moved my paper so he could sit down with his 
coffee.

"How are you cousin?" he asked.

"Oh, you know - working hard.  What about you?  Oh, congratulations on the 
birth of your son."

"Oh yeah, thanks.  It was just an amazing experience."

"I'm sure it was."

He blinked at me a few times and looked me over.  There was an awkward 
pause.  Finally he spoke:

"You look really good, Beth, how's life treating you?"

"Pretty good I guess."

He nodded.

"Are you with still with Dennis?" he asked after a pause.

"No."

"Oh, well I'm sorry.  I know your parents liked him a lot."

"Yeah, well he was a bore."

"Oh..." his voice trailed off and he wasn't sure what to say next.

"So what are doing in a suit?  I thought you college professors dressed 
casually."

He laughed.  "I'm going on a job interview."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm sick of teaching.  I'm looking at a job at a big civil 
engineering firm uptown."

He told me which one and I said I had heard of it.  We did their account 
once.

We chatted for a little while longer and he said he had to go or he'd be 
late.  I smiled good bye and he said he'd give me a call and maybe I could 
drive up to see the baby.  I waved good-bye and watched him hail a cab.  
When he was gone, a few tears burned my eyes and I silently cursed myself.

Things were miserable for me after he told me of his engagement.  I flew 
back to New York and was glad I had to go to Dennis' parents for Christmas. 
I didn't want to face him and that bitch.  And when the wedding came up, I 
arranged for me to be out of town on business with no time to fly to 
Virginia.  I sent a brief note and that was it.

I managed to avoid him except for the day of his father's funeral.  It such 
a sad and tragic day for everyone.  My uncle was still so young to die, but 
a heart attack took him and he was gone.  My heart went out to Robert at the 
service and I wanted to go to him, but he had his wife.  She was doing what 
I desperately wanted to do.  I was so bitter that day - angry that my uncle 
had to die so soon and angry that I had stand by and let Robert be comforted 
by someone else.

I did manage to get over to him at one point and hug him.  He didn't seem to 
know who I was - he was so grief-struck.  I knew how close he had been to 
his father.

Then just two months ago, my mother told me that Robert was a father.  At 
first I didn't take the news well.  I was depressed and jealous, but I knew 
deep down that I could never, ever be the mother of his children.  No, 
having the baby confirmed to me that the marriage was probably working and 
he was happy.

I went home that night feeling a little blue and decided to take a warm bath 
and enjoy a glass of wine.  I turned on some Clannad and lay in the tub as 
the sweet Irish voices filled my apartment.

Seeing Robert brought a lot of memories to the surface.  Starting with the 
night of our high school graduation (9 years ago!) through New Orleans, Penn 
State and those wild days in LA.  We had the most incredible sex and if that 
wasn't dangerous, many times we fucked in public places and even had strange 
men participate.  Robert said he loved to see me get fucked by another man.

As I reveled in those memories, my hands were sliding across my breasts.  
The warm soapy water made my skin very soft and very sensitive.  I thought 
about one time in LA when we picked up a guy and spent the next several 
hours fucking in my hotel room.  As I rode the guy's cock, Robert made me 
suck his.  Both of them played with my breasts and brought me to an 
earth-shattering orgasm.  My hands pinched and pulled my nipples making them 
hard and I gasped at my own ministrations.

Another time in LA, Robert brought me into the men's bathroom at a biker bar 
and made me give blow jobs to all four guys who were in there.  By the time 
I was done, my face and hair were covered with cum.  And of course I had to 
finish up with Robert.  He fucked me from behind while they all watched.

My hand moved down between my legs where I moved my fingers inside my aching 
pussy.  It had been a while since I had sex.  The last time was with Dennis 
and, as usual, it just wasn't enough.  I always wanted Robert.  His tongue, 
his fingers and most of all, his cock.  My finger found my clit and I began 
to rub it urgently.  In my mind I was in that bathroom in New Orleans with 
my back to him and my legs open.  His cock slid in and out of me and my 
breasts heaved with every thrust.  It was our first fuck, but I never forgot 
the details of that night.

My fingers plunged in my pussy and I arched my back, moaning.  My other hand 
pulled my nipples hard and little shivers went through my body.  When the 
release came it was sweet, but after I calmed down, I realized it just 
wasn't enough.

Sighing, I let the water out and dried off.  I wrapped my silk robe around 
me and toweled my hair off.  I guess I'd have to do with another glass of 
wine and a joint.  I fell on my couch and started flicking through channels 
on TV.

I must have dozed off because when the buzzer for my door went off, I nearly 
jumped out of my skin.  I glanced at the clock - it said 10:30.  I couldn't 
imagine who would be here at this hour.  I went over to the unit and pressed 
'Talk'.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Robert," came the static voice on the other end.

My  heart skipped a beat and then I buzzed him in.  What did he want?  Then 
more importantly - how did I look?  I decided that there was no point in 
trying to change.  He had seen me in many stages of dress and undress as 
well as many mornings where I was hung over, coked out and looking pretty 
used up.

There was a knock on the door and I opened it.  He was still in his suit and 
the look on his face told me what he was there for.  He shut the door behind 
me pushed me against the wall in the entryway.  There were no words spoken - 
there didn't need to be.  We clutched each other tightly and kissed 
hungrily.  It had been years since I last touched him and my body was 
starving.

His mouth was all over my face - kissing and licking.  His hands were 
pulling apart my robe.  He grunted when he realized I had nothing on 
underneath.  I stood pressed against the wall and let him have his way with 
me.  It felt so fucking good.  He took each of my wrists and pinned them 
over my head while his mouth moved down to take first one nipple and then 
the other into his mouth.  I cried out in pure ecstasy as he sucked them 
hard.  He never forgot what I wanted.

I stood against the wall in complete surrender to him.  My pussy was 
practically leaking as I was so wet.  I had to have him so bad and I told 
him so.

"How do you want it?" he growled and he bit my nipple lightly.

"Right here.  Up against this wall," I panted.

He released my arms and unzipped his fly.  His cock was already stiff and 
ready.  I guided him to me, but I wasn't really tall enough to get it in.  
He accommodated me by lifting me up by my ass and impaling me with his cock. 
  My arms went around his neck and began to ride him.

His thrusts were hard and brutal.  He bit and licked my breasts whenever he 
could.  His hands gripped my ass and his finger rubbed my asshole.  I 
trembled all over and pulled his cock deeper and deeper into me.  I wanted 
it to go forever, but I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum, baby," I moaned.

"Yes, do it, Beth...CUM."

I held onto him for dear life as the orgasm ripped through me.  It was a 
hundred times better than the one in the tub and it left me weak and spent.  
But he wasn't letting go of me until he came and he did right after me.  He 
practically howled as he let his cum lose in my spasming cunt.  I clung to 
him and felt his whole body tremble.

At last he let me down and we both stood there breathing heavy.  I tied my 
robe back together and we looked at each other.  His face split into a wide 
grin and we started to laugh.

"Nice to see you too, Robert," I joked.

He laughed and I saw him as he was 9 years ago - young and carefree.  But 
when he stopped, I saw that he had aged a little.  His hair was maybe a 
little thinner on top and there were creases around his eyes.  But his body 
was still in incredible shape.  I led him into the living room and we 
nestled on the couch.

"I'm so glad you came by," I said, leaning against him.  "I've missed you so 
much."

"When I saw you today, I decided that I couldn't go another day without you 
seeing you and doing..."

"I know."

We were silent for awhile.  I was wondering if we could do this again soon 
and I asked him.

"Well...I think so.  I got that job I interviewed for, so I'm going to be in 
the city every day."

"That's great!"

"Yeah, but Beth, I have to very careful.  You have to be careful too.  
You're known in this town..."

"I know, I know.  We'll just meet here.  It's safe and very discreet."

He stroked my hair.

"God, Beth, you don't know how badly I've needed you..."

"Not getting enough in your marriage?" I asked.  It wasn't meant to be a 
dig, and he knew that.

"Pamela is a wonderful wife and mother, but she isn't passionate - like 
you."

I smiled.  So I did have one up on her after all.  He kissed the top of my 
head.

"Can you stay tonight?" I asked.

"Yes.  I told her I got detained so I was getting a room in the city.  I'm 
all yours, cousin."

I laughed and suggested we move into the bedroom.


So just like that it started again.  We usually met once a week at my place. 
  I always cooked a romantic dinner which included plenty of wine and 
usually a joint.  Both of us had outgrown the coke and preferred something a 
little mellower.  But the sex never got mellow.  We fucked each other like 
crazy - always as if it was our last day on earth.  You never knew what was 
going to happen in the future so we took advantage of it now.

The only thing that disappointed me was the fact that we couldn't go out in 
public.  We were too well known in our social circles and if anyone were to 
see us - it would be disaster for our careers and families.  I suggested a 
weekend away, but he couldn't do it.  Even though he was betraying his wife, 
he felt he needed to be there to help with the baby.  I couldn't argue with 
that and had to settle with our weekly trysts.

Then one night it came to an end.  It was about 6 months after he started 
working in the city.  He showed up later than usual one night and he was a 
bit drunk.  Something was wrong.

"My company laid me off along with 20 other engineers," he said as soon as 
he entered my apartment.

"Oh Robert, shit...I'm sorry!  What are you going to do?"

"Take some time off and look for another job.  Pamela's salary at the law 
firm is enough to pay the bills, so there is no hurry.  I'm just pissed off 
because it means we can't be together."

"But you'll get another job in the city and things will be back to normal," 
I said hopefully.

"Maybe, but things are a little tough right now."

He slumped down on the couch gloomily and loosened his tie.  I went to him 
and rubbed his shoulders.

"We'll figure something out."


February 1992:  New York City

I hadn't seen Robert since November and I ached for him.  He did call me a 
few times when he was able to get away and tell me what was going on.  Job 
hunting wasn't going well.  Pamela had tight reins on him now with the baby 
and he just couldn't get away.  It made me depressed, but I had to deal with 
it.

Christmas came and went.  I went home to Virginia, but he didn't.  Instead 
his mother came to New York and they celebrated Christmas there.

The cold weather arrived and I went into a funk.  I went out on a few dates, 
but I just wasn't into it.  I yearned for Robert like never before.

Then something great happened - a few days before Valentine's Day, a package 
was waiting for me at my apartment.  It was box wrapped in shiny red paper 
and a huge red bow.  I quickly brought it in my apartment and tore off the 
paper.

When I opened the box, I smiled at the contents.  Only one person would send 
me something like this.  Inside was some of the sexiest lingerie I had ever 
seen and it was all red.  There was a pair of sheer red panties that would 
barely cover my mound and didn't cover any of my ass; a red garter belt with 
sheer black stockings and a red pushup bra.  My body turned to jelly as I 
looked at it all.  That could only mean one thing - we was coming to see me. 
  But when?

Then I noticed the note.  It said that he had to go to Boston for a job 
interview this weekend.  He was taking the train and he wanted me to go 
along.  Along with the note was a ticket.  He wanted me to wear this under 
my clothes, but the only catch was that we couldn't be seen together.  We 
could ride in the same car, but not sit together as he was afraid of being 
seen.  But once we were Boston, we were free.

I smiled and was thrilled.  I would cancel all appointments on Friday and 
spend the day at the spa.  We would take the evening train.

So I found myself at Penn Station on Friday evening wrapped in a long coat.  
Underneath were a short leather skirt and a black cashmere sweater.  And 
under that was another story.  I looked around for him at the station and 
spotted him near the newsstand.  He winked at me and went back to his paper. 
  A shiver went through my body.

It seemed like forever before the train came.  Relieved, I boarded and took 
a seat by myself.  I saw Robert settle into a seat at the other end of the 
car.  I took my coat off and arranged myself with a book and tried to read.

It didn't go so good and I wondered how I would be able to last the four or 
so hours to Boston.  So far he hadn't made a move to come see me and I 
wasn't sure if I should.  So I waited patiently.

After about an hour he got up and walked past me.  He didn't look at me, but 
a piece of paper fell into my lap.  I opened it and it said: bathroom.

I knew exactly what he had in mind and my body trembled in excitement.  I 
was close to the end of the car, so I heard him go into the single bathroom 
there.  I waited about 3 minutes and then went over to the door.  It was 
unlocked and I slipped inside.  I doubt anyone noticed but by then I didn't 
care.

He was waiting for me and I flung myself into his arms and kissed him 
passionately.  The bathrooms on trains are a little bigger than the ones on 
planes and there was plenty of room for us.  We kissed long and hard and I 
felt myself melting into his arms.  I didn't want anyone else - I wanted him 
and only him.

He broke the kiss and looked at me.

"God, you're so incredibly sexy, cuz.  Don't ever change," he said huskily.

I laughed.

"I trust you are wearing what I sent you?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I giggled.

"Good, let me see it."

I smiled and pulled the sweater over my head and hung it on the door.  He 
whistled as he saw my breasts come into view.  The bra pushed them up 
obscenely and gave me huge cleavage.  I could tell he liked it as I noticed 
a slight bulge in his pants.

"Now the skirt."

I reached back and unzipped my skirt.  We were only inches away from each 
other, but he wouldn't touch me - yet.  I let it drop and he licked his lips 
when he saw my pussy through the sheer panties.  I turned around and showed 
him my practically bare ass.

"Wow...I have good taste, huh?"

I laughed and turned back around to him.  He looked at me and there was a 
bit of mischief in his eye.  I wondered what was up (besides him).

"I have a surprise for you," he said.  "But I need to step out for a minute. 
  Don't move."

"Oh, I won't," I said laughing.  "Just hurry back."

"I will.  Lock the door and I'll knock quietly when I come back."

He left and I stood there feeling very sexy and very, very horny.  I admired 
myself in the mirror and primped my hair.  I added more lipstick.

The minutes ticked by and I got a little impatient.  I almost wanted to get 
dressed and find him, but I figured he'd be angry.  I just thought it better 
be a good surprise.  Maybe he was going to get us some coke - for old times 
sake.  My mind delighted at this idea.

Finally there was knock and I opened the door.

"It's about-"

I stopped suddenly when I realized it wasn't Robert.  Another man stepped 
into the bathroom and shut the door.  He was smiling at me.

I tried to cover myself up.

"I...uh...this-"

"Oh no, this is the right bathroom," he said.  "Your man told me to come in 
here.  He said there was a sexy young slut in here needing some attention."

My mouth opened in shock.  So that was the surprise, I thought.  I looked at 
the guy.  He was around forty with long hair pulled back into a pony tail.  
He was dressed sharply like a businessman and he was fairly handsome with 
dark features.  His eyes were roaming all over my body and he reached out to 
touch my breast.

At first I wanted to shy away, but I knew that this was part of Robert's 
game.  I had to go along.

"You have lovely breasts," he said as he squeezed one.  "Why don't you take 
off that bra?"

I reached back and unhooked it and placed it on the sink.  He grasped each 
one in his hands and squeezed roughly.  It was just what I wanted and I 
moaned softly.

"Like that?"

"Yesssss"

He pinched my nipples and pulled them towards him.  I gasped and he smiled.

"You like it rough, don't you?"

"Yes."

He bent his head and took one nipple into my mouth and bit it hard.  He 
anticipated my scream and placed his hand over my mouth.  I had forgotten 
where we were.  He bit the other one and again his hand muffled my screams.  
But they were screams of passion, believe me.  I was becoming so turned on 
by this.

"Take off those panties and the garter, but leave the stockings and the 
heels on," he said when he was done with my breasts.

I did as he asked and stood before him trembling.  My nipples were rock hard 
and throbbed from the abuse.  My pussy was tingling and I could tell I was 
very wet.

"Get up on that sink and spread those long legs of yours," he said roughly.

I hopped up on the sink and spread my legs for him.  This was so exciting, I 
could barely contain myself.  He was a tall guy and he had to get on his 
knees to face my pussy.  He touched my glistening lips with his finger.

"Wet already, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Well, I'm gonna lick this beautiful pussy of yours anyways.  But I don't 
want you screaming out, ok?

"Yes."

"Good."

He pushed his face into my mound and began to blow lightly across my slit.  
A deep groan came from my throat, but I didn't cry out.  Next, he pulled 
apart my lips and ran his tongue along them.  I shivered.  He did that for 
away and took long licks from my asshole to my clit and back again.  I 
trembled all over.  Then he finally found my clit when he sucked it into his 
mouth I cried out - unable to help myself.

He stopped and pulled away.  I stood there looking down at him, breasts 
heaving.

"That won't do," he said with a frown.  "But I can take care of that."

I watched as he got my panties and balled them up.

"Open wide," he said.

My mouth gaped open and he stuffed it inside me.  I was shocked but 
strangely excited.

"Ok, that should do it," he said as he went back to work.

For the next little while he ate my pussy.  He was incredible.  Several 
times I came close to cumming, but he would stop for a little while before 
doing it again and run his hands all over my smooth legs.  Over and over he 
did this, driving me crazy.  His tongue and his fingers were fucking me in 
ways I didn't think possible.  It was amazing.  But at last he wanted me to 
cum.

He drove his fingers into me hard and fucked me while his tongue nipped my 
clit.  Each time he bit it my body would spasm.  I leaned against the mirror 
and roughly grabbed my tits - pulling and twisting my nipples.  I was going 
to cum this time, I could feel it.  And he felt it too.  He kept up the pace 
and suddenly I exploded.  My whole body tensed and I wailed and moaned 
behind my gag.  My orgasm lasted forever and when I was done, I was 
completely spent.  I sat there, legs open and gasped.

He stood up and wiped the cum from his face.

"I love to eat pussy," he said.

I regarded him with half open eyes.  He took the panties from my mouth and 
grabbed my bra and put them into his coat.

"Well I must be off.  That was very enjoyable."

And with that he let himself out.

I eventually came to my senses and took in what had just happened.  I 
couldn't believe Robert did that, but I wasn't going to complain.  What had 
just happened was incredible.

I got off the sink, cleaned myself up and was suddenly aware of the fact 
that I had no underwear.  I had to get dressed without it.  Wearing no 
panties was ok, I had done it before.  But I always wore a bra.  My tits 
were big and bouncy and would be extremely noticeable.  My nipples were 
still hard and sensitive and would be poking out.  I silently cursed Robert 
and let myself out.

By now it was dark outside.  I wondered vaguely how long I was in there.  
Most people had gone to dinner and my stomach growled thinking about that, 
but I was afraid to go to the dining car dressed as I was.  So instead, I 
found my seat and got ready to sit down.

Robert was there waiting.  There were no lights on above us and it was 
pretty dark, but there he was.  I sat down next to him and leaned over to 
kiss him.

"Did you enjoy yourself, my pretty little slut?" he whispered.

"Oh yes, but-"

"But what?"

"He took my underwear!"

He chuckled.  "Well, I had to give him something for his efforts."

I didn't find that amusing, but I wasn't going to complain.  I was still 
feeling dizzy from that orgasm.

He turned to me and began to caress my breasts through the sweater.

"Mmmmm...very nice.  You should go bra-less more often."

"Ha, ha.  Very funny."

He didn't stop, though.  Then he leaned over and began to nibble on my neck.

"Is your cunt still wet?" he asked.

"Um, a little, I guess."

"Spread your legs a little," he murmured into my hair.

I opened them for him and his hand snaked up under my skirt until he found 
my naked mound.  He pushed a finger between my lips and found that it was 
still very wet indeed.  He slowly withdrew his finger and brought it to his 
mouth where he sucked my juices from it.

"Oh yes, very wet.  Turn and face me."

I swiveled around in my seat and faced him.  I felt a shiver of anticipation 
and I loved when he told me what to do.

"Push your sweater up.  I want to see those tits."

I looked around quickly.  The car was pretty empty.  I pushed my sweater up 
and over my breasts and shuddered as they were suddenly exposed to him.

"Play with them," he said in a hoarse voice.

I shut my eyes and began to pull and pinch my sensitive nipples.  They still 
hurt a bit from the rough treatment earlier and within seconds they were 
rock hard.

My eyes fluttered open as  I heard him slide his zipper down.  I looked at 
him in the darkness and although I couldn't really see his face, I knew what 
he wanted me to do.  I leaned over him and he pushed my face into his lap.  
His cock was still soft and I eagerly stuffed it into my mouth and began to 
suck it.  He was extremely quiet, not wanting to draw attention to us, but 
his breathing got heavy.

When at least he reached full hardness, I ran my lips up and down his shaft. 
  He clutched my head tighter and forced me down on him.  I gagged as his 
cock filled my mouth and pushed against my throat, but I never stopped.  I 
wanted his cum very badly.  I began to move my head up and down while 
stroking his balls.  When I did this, he took a deep breath and let it out 
slowly.  I could tell he was trying to hold back, but I wasn't going to let 
him.  I needed some payback for the underwear.

He reached across my back and pulled up my skirt.  I felt the cool air touch 
my bare ass.  When I tried to pull it back down, he batted my hand away.

"You can fix yourself after you make me cum," he said.

I increased my strokes and finally got him right to the edge.  I felt his 
balls tighten in my hands and his hips lifted up and with that he came in my 
mouth.  He let out a short gasp and my mouth flooded with his cum.  I sucked 
every drop out of him and swallowed it all.  As soon as he finished I pulled 
away, fixed my skirt and sweater and stood up.

He sat there gasping.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I need a drink."  Although he couldn't tell, I was smiling.

I came back a few minutes later with two soft drinks for us.  My face was 
deeply flushed from the looks I got from the men that noticed my bouncing 
breasts under my sweater.  It was somewhat embarrassing, but I was really 
thirsty.  I didn't see my friend from earlier and was glad.  I couldn't take 
that.

By the time we were in Rhode Island, I was asleep.  My head was resting 
against Robert's shoulder and I felt safe and happy with him.  I hadn't 
considered the fact that if he got the job in Boston, he would be leaving 
New York.  I was still in bliss knowing he was mine for the weekend.

I slept all the way into Boston and as we pulled into South Station, he 
gently woke me up.  I yawned and stretched and he kissed me very tenderly.  
My heart flooded with love for him and I told him how much I loved him.  He 
smiled at me and whispered that he loved me too. At that moment I could have 
believed that we were together forever and there were no wives and babies 
and family to know about us.  Once again I was safe in another city.


February 1992:  Boston

The job interview was Saturday as the interviewer was going to be out of 
town.  After a leisurely breakfast at the Four Seasons, Robert left me 
dressed in his best suit and I went off to do some shopping.

Walking down the streets, I was so happy.  After we had got to the hotel the 
night before, we fucked with wild abandon.  Robert made me tell him every 
detail of my encounter in the bathroom of the train.  When I did, that drove 
him crazy and he fucked me until we were both screaming.

I was definitely sore that day, but it was a good sore.

Robert and I met up later in the day and he was smiles and sunshine on the 
dreary February day.

"I think I'm going to get this job," he said brightly.

I knew he wanted this job, but I was feeling selfish.  I didn't want him to 
leave New York.

He read my mind and pulled me close.

"I know what you're thinking - but it will be ok.  Boston isn't far.  We can 
arrange something..."

I pulled away and fell on the bed.

"Let's not think about that now."

I looked up at him and rubbed my breast through my sweater.  He didn't need 
to be asked twice.


Much later we were strolling hand in hand in Boston's Theatre District.  We 
had just had a fabulous dinner, but I  knew he was restless for some fun.  
And so was I, but it was so cold, I just wanted to go back to the hotel and 
get naked under the sheets.  But I walked with him as the cold air swirled 
around us.

Suddenly he saw something taped to mailbox and looked it closely.  It was a 
flyer advertising a rave.  They were all the rage in New York but much 
harder find in Boston.

"Let's go," he said excitedly.

"Are you serious?  That's for 20 year olds."  We were both in our late 20's 
by now and I often felt my drugging and dancing days were over.

"Yeah, let's do it.  We'll get some X and dance the night away."

"X?"

"Ecstasy, you know."

"Oh, that stuff?"

I had heard about the 'Love Drug', but it never really interested me.

"Come on - I think I know where this place is."

He hailed a cab and told the driver to bring us down to the waterfront.  
Things were going to get very interesting and they certainly did.

Twenty minutes later we were standing in front of an old warehouse.  I 
looked doubtful, but we both heard the thumping of the bass inside.  Groups 
of kids were going in, but there were older people as well so I felt a 
little relieved.

I was glad that we were dressed casual having gone to an Irish pub for 
dinner instead of a trendy restaurant.  I had jeans, boots, a sweater and 
tank top on.  Robert had jeans, sneakers and a thin shirt.  We were both 
bundled up under coats.

When we got inside the first thing that struck me was the music.  I had 
shied away from techno and I knew why.  It was fast - impossibly fast.  My 
heart felt like it was skipping beats as the bass pounded us from all 
directions.  I again got doubtful but there we were - shedding our coats in 
the corner.  Robert gave someone at the door a bunch of bills and within 
minutes he was holding two tabs of X in  his hand.

"Ok, you ready?" he asked.

"I don't know..."

"Come on!  Where's the adventurous Beth that used coke in the bathrooms with 
me?"

"Alright, alright," I said and popped the X in my mouth.  I dry swallowed it 
down and followed him into the throng.

It was hot and crowded and loud.  Everyone was dancing to the music which 
assaulted us.  There was definitely no place to hide here.  We made our way 
to other side of the floor and stood on the sidelines to wait for the X to 
kick in.  Robert held me tightly and bopped to the beat.  I watched people 
move and sway and touch each other.  In fact, there was a lot of touching.  
I shouted to Robert about that and he said it was the X.

It wasn't long before I felt the first rush of the drug.  At first it felt 
like I did 3 or 4 lines of coke suddenly.  It was an incredible high.  
Robert was feeling it too and went and got us some bottled water.

"Drink this," he shouted.  "This stuff dehydrates you."

It was then that I noticed lots of people clutching bottles of water.  There 
was no alcohol in the place, but none was needed.  I drank the water all 
down and tossed the empty bottle to the side.  Robert pulled me out onto the 
floor and the odyssey began.

The music suddenly engulfed me and it wasn't obnoxious anymore.  The beat 
moved me and I melted into it.  I felt one with the music as I danced.  One 
song blended into another and I lost track.  I just wanted to touch Robert 
all the time, and he did the same to me.  Sometimes were embracing each 
other, other times we just touched fingertips.  I felt incredibly happy and 
I wanted to hug everyone around me.

And hug I did.  Everyone was our friend.  We smiled, laughed, hugged and 
danced for hours.  Every once in a while someone would bring bottles of 
water and we all drank it down.  And the music never let up.

The drug also made we want to fuck right there.  So many times I wanted to 
slip off with Robert into the bathroom and do it, just like we did New 
Orleans, but the music held me there.  I was in a perpetual state of bliss 
and longing.

I have no idea how much time went by, but suddenly the music stopped and the 
lights went on.  There was a commotion at the door and I realized we were 
being kicked out.  People weren't in a panic as we all felt too good for 
that, but we knew we had to leave.  One of the girls in our little group 
found a side door and Robert and I ducked out with her.  So much for my 
coat, I thought vaguely.  And my sweater.  I had discarded that somewhere 
and was only in my tank top.  But the cold air felt good and woke me up a 
little.

The three of us stood there with goofy grins on our faces.  Then I noticed 
the way the girl was looking at Robert and I.  Robert was looking right back 
at her.  Without a word he pulled her into his arms and hugged her.  I stood 
there looking at them, but registering what was happening.  At last they 
broke apart.

"Let's get a cab and get back to the hotel before we freeze," he said and 
led us down the alley to the street.

Thirty freezing minutes later the three of us were in the hotel room 
drinking champagne.  I was wrapped in a blanket shivering and still riding 
wave after wave of the drug.

The girl's name was Heather and she was probably 21 or 22.  She was giggly 
and I could tell she wanted Robert.  I wasn't sure how to take that.  All of 
our sexual encounters were with men.  Robert either watched or participated, 
but he never touched the other guy.  Never was another woman mentioned.

But now I had a feeling that something changed.  Tonight was his night - his 
fantasy.  The years of married life were catching up to him and he wanted 
nothing more than to let lose - maybe for the last time.  I wasn't sure.

Now Robert was kissing Heather.  His hands were all over her.  She was 
kissing him back and they acted like I wasn't there.  I thought I would be 
mad, but the drug was still in my system.  They looked so nice together.  
Heather had short red hair, but it was soft looking.  And so shiny.  She had 
a nice body with perky breasts and a cute ass.  I watched them kiss some 
more and felt my body responding.

He gently pushed her off his lap and stood up.  He looked over at me his 
eyes told me to come over and join them.

In a daze, I shrugged off my blanket and walked over to them.  They both 
embraced me and hugged me tight.  Their arms caressed me and I sighed 
deeply.  It felt wonderful.  There was so much love between us all.  I 
kissed Robert on the mouth and his tongue slid into mine.  Heather's hands 
caressed my arms and my hair.  My arm went around her waist and hugged her 
tight.

Now, I had never done anything with another woman.  Didn't even think about 
it until then.  I was always too busy with men and Robert always kept me 
satisfied.  But that night in Boston, I tried it out and wasn't 
disappointed.  No doubt the X had a lot to do with it.

My kiss with Robert went on and on, but then I felt Heather's hands go to my 
head and she turned me so that her lips were inches from mine.  She leaned 
forward and brought her lips to mine in the sweetest kiss.  I moaned softly 
as her soft mouth pressed against mine.  This is heaven, I thought vaguely.  
Our mouths opened and our tongues danced with each other.  Robert kept 
whispering how hot that was and stepped away to let us continue on our own.

I was lost in her embrace.  It was so warm and gentle.  Her arms wrapped 
around me and pulled me close.  Our breasts pushed together and I felt my 
nipples harden. Then I felt her nipples harden.  It was amazing.  We kissed 
and touched and groped each other until we stopped and stood there gasping.

"Oh my god, Heather, you're so..."

She giggled and slowly took her top off.  She had no bra on underneath and 
the slight of her bare breasts inflamed my desire for her.  Her breasts 
stood up with will of their own and her pink nipples were pointed at me.

"Take off your top, Beth," Robert suggested.

I quickly ripped my tank off and then my bra.  We stood there facing each 
other and admiring each other's body.  We were completely different builds.  
She was more athletic than me and I had all the curves and softness she 
lacked.  But it didn't matter.  I wanted her.  My hand reached out for her 
breast.  When I touched it, I felt a shock of electricity go through us.  
She giggled again and closed her hand over my hand and we squeezed.

I can't describe how thrilling that was to touch another woman's breast.  
She did the same to me and I moaned when our skin touched.

Robert was getting impatient, though.  He wanted some of the action.

"You two should be naked," he said as he slid his jeans off.  He was 
standing in his boxers and his cock was straining to get out.

I leaned over and unbuttoned Heather's jeans and slid them off.  She had on 
the barest of panties and I slid those down as well.  Her pussy was covered 
with just a little red hair and I saw that she had shaved most of it off.

I let her do the same to me and we were both naked. I wanted to embrace her 
then and rub my body all over hers, but Robert had other plans.  He was 
naked now as well and I saw Heather's eyes take in his hard body and his 
harder cock.

"Why don't you two come over here and help me with this?"

"Mmmmm, definitely," I said and we went over and knelt before him.

I could tell Robert's wildest fantasy was about to come true.

I took his cockhead in my mouth and sucked it for a bit and then passed it 
to Heather.  She did the same and passed it back to me.  I licked the smooth 
head and then she began to lick his shaft.  Both our hands played with his 
balls.  In no time he was moaning and I wondered how long he would last.

"Oh fuck, this is incredible," he kept saying over and over again.

Heather and I sucked and licked his cock, all the while keeping our bodies 
close together.  Her touch was turning me on and I wanted nothing more than 
to lay on the bed with her and just touch her everywhere.

She had the same idea as well, but we wanted to get Robert off first.  At 
last she took over and pushed his cock deep in her mouth.  I moved to lick 
and suck on his balls.  His hands roamed all over our hair and he groaned 
loudly.

"Oh yes, suck me...suck me hard..." he moaned.

And suck she did.  She took him deep.  I sensed he was close and squeezed 
his balls hard.  He shouted out and pulled out of her mouth and jerked off 
into her face.  Cum spurted out and covered her pretty face and hair.  It 
was such a turn on to watch.  When he was done, he fell back into his chair.

Heather laughed and turned to me.  I knew what I wanted to do right then.  I 
took her head in my hands and began to lick the cum from her face and lips.  
My tongue lapped at Robert's seed.  How many times have I tasted this, I 
thought, but never this way.

When she was clean she stood up and led me over to the bed and we sat down.

"Are you bi?" I asked, shyly.

"Yes."

"Well, I've never, uh, done it with a woman before..."

"I know," she smiled.  "But I think you'll be just fine.  You're incredibly 
sexy."

I blushed slightly and she pushed me gently down on the bed.

"Just relax - I'll do the work this time," she said.

I lay there quivering and she got on all fours over me.  She began by 
licking my neck.  Her tongue was so soft and gentle.  After so many times of 
rough, I loved the softness.  She licked my neck, my ears and then my 
throat.  Then she straddled my belly.  I could feel her moist pussy rubbing 
against my skin and another shockwave went through my body.

She leaned over and pushed my breasts together and began to lick the 
cleavage.  I moaned and clutched the sheets.  She smiled and moved her 
tongue across my mounds to my nipples.  Back and forth she went, gently 
licking them and swirling her tongue around them.  I was dying and it felt 
so good.

Robert came over and knelt beside us and squeezed my hand.  I looked over 
and smiled at him.  I saw then how much he really loved me.  And even though 
it was all over his face, he still whispered it to me.

Heather smiled at the both of us and began to move her tongue down my belly. 
  I shut my eyes, but still held onto Robert's hand.  Her tongue probed my 
belly button briefly before her hands pushed my legs open.  I shivered again 
as she began to lick the inside of my thighs.  When her tongue at last made 
it's way to my pussy, it knew exactly where to go.  It was the second time 
my pussy had been eaten by a stranger that weekend and that sent shivers all 
up and down my spine.

She teased apart my lips with her soft tongue and began to lick the folds.  
I shivered again and Robert's hand squeezed tighter.

She was very good at what she was doing and I began to moan loudly.  Robert 
still held on to me and as I shivered and gasped from her tongue deep inside 
me.  He whispered things that only I could hear.  He told me how beautiful I 
was and how much he loved me.  He also told me how sexy this whole thing was 
and he wanted to fuck me when she was done.

His words drove me crazy and within minutes I was screaming through yet 
another orgasm.  Heather never let up and she licked and sucked me to a 
second, but smaller orgasm.  When I felt I was ready to pass out she stopped 
and moved up to kiss me.  I tasted my cum on her lips and kissed her warmly. 
  Robert at last let go of my hand and told me to turn over on the bed.

I rolled over and lay there spent, but he had other plans.  I heard him ask 
Heather to suck his cock for moment and then he was pushing apart my 
asscheeks.

He began to push his cock into my ass and I gasped, but was too tired to 
move much.  He was going to have to do all the work.  He hunched over me and 
after one last push, he was all the way in.  I shivered and cried out as he 
began to thrust, but he was merciless.  He was going to use my ass well and 
I had no choice about the matter.

As he fucked me, Heather caressed my arms, back and sides.  She sensed it 
hurt a little and she wanted to soothe me.  She was so sweet with her 
caresses that I began to relax.  She kissed my hair and my neck and 
whispered to me like Robert had done.  She kept saying how sexy I was and 
how she knew she wanted to go back to the hotel with us only so she could 
make love to me.

Her words turned me on again and I wanted her.

Suddenly Robert pulled out of me.  He hadn't cum and I turned over to look 
at him.

"I don't want to do it yet," he said, laughing.  "I have to see you two 
together again."

I looked at Heather and laughed.  She joined me on the bed and we were soon 
in a passionate embrace.  I finally rolled her over to her back and began to 
do exactly what she had done to me.  Her skin was soft and smooth as my 
tongue caressed her.  She made little cooing sounds as I lapped at her.  We 
didn't say anything to each other - we didn't need to.  Only a woman knows 
what another woman wants.

When I finally got to her breasts she squealed in delight as I licked her 
delicate nipples.  The hard flesh felt so good in my mouth.  I nipped them 
slightly and she cried out.  Her face with flush with excitement.  I spent a 
long time on her breasts then I was aware of Robert moving in behind me.  He 
wanted to fuck me now.

This time, he was pushing his cock into my pussy.  It slid in easier and he 
groaned.

"Fuck you're wet," he mumbled.

He began to take me in long, hard strokes.  I went back to Heather's breasts 
and her hand reached down to rub her clit.  We were all determined to cum 
together and I couldn't think of anything more exciting.

I moved my tongue all over her breasts and I nipped them lightly.  Each time 
I did that she cried out and I asked her if she wanted me to go easier, but 
she said no.  I smiled, knowing how she felt and kept it up.

Meanwhile my pussy was being pounded harder.  I lost concentration on 
licking her tits and lifted my head to moan.  She wriggled underneath me and 
moved down so our tits could rub each other.  I squealed as the sensations 
in my breasts went all the way to clit.  She was rubbing her clit hard and 
moaned.  Robert was squeezing my ass and his finger was deep inside my 
asshole.  We were all so close now.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he yelled and then I felt him shoot his load 
inside me.

My pussy clenched around his cock and milked him as I came as well.  I cried 
out his name over and over and lowered myself onto Heather and covered her 
mouth with mine.  She moaned deeply into my mouth and her whole body 
suddenly started to shake.  She was cumming too and I held onto her tightly 
as our breasts pushed into each other.  Robert pulled out and I slumped onto 
her body, still holding her.  We kissed for a long time until at last I 
rolled over in a total daze.


Sunday morning was harsh and too bright for my tastes.  I woke up in bed 
beside Robert.  He was snoring softly.  Heather was gone.

I lay there and thought about our wild night.  It seemed like it happened in 
another lifetime. I couldn't believe I had done it.  I didn't feel ashamed, 
though.  Heather was so sweet and gentle.  It might be something I would try 
again.

Robert stirred next to me and I kissed his mouth gently.  He growled and put 
his arms around me and held me close.  I suddenly felt very sad.  I didn't 
want to ever leave him again, but it was inevitable.

The train ride home wasn't as exciting as the ride down.  We were both tired 
and slept most of the way.  I leaned against him and savored every moment.  
I had no idea when I would see him again.

About two weeks later he called to tell me he got the job and he and his 
family were moving to the western suburbs of Boston.  I cried bitterly and 
it broke his heart.  He told me he loved me, but he had to do this.  Besides 
Boston wasn't too far away.  We could arrange something...

I hung up feeling sorry for myself and angry with him for leaving me again.  
I almost considered finding a job in Boston, but I knew that I didn't want 
to leave New York and what good would it do anyways.

Instead I immersed myself back into my job and then the funniest thing 
happened - I fell in love!


Christmas 1992: Yellow Pines, Virginia

Another Christmas.  As I looked around the room at the people who, year 
after year, always showed up for the festivities, I saw that we were all 
getting older.  Our parents and ourselves.  And many of the friends and 
relatives that were my age were getting married and some had kids.

I flew down that weekend with my boyfriend John - but he wanted everyone to 
call him Jake.  He was the most wonderful man I had ever had a decent 
relationship with.  He was warm, gentle, funny, and successful.  I felt very 
blessed.

I met Jake through work.  He was a client of an associate of mine and rumor 
has it he was smitten with me after just one meeting.  He was very 
persistent and I finally relented and started to date to him.  This happened 
not long after Robert moved to Boston and at first I told myself I was just 
trying to make my self feel better.  But it blossomed into something much 
more exciting.

I never thought that I could find someone that made me feel happy, but Jake 
did that.  Once he told me that he felt like he rescued me from something.  
He didn't know what - but he felt like he got there just at the right 
moment.  I laughed when he said that, but he was most certainly correct in 
his assumption.

Jake couldn't be more unlike Robert.  He was very much career oriented - he 
was the owner of a small (but gr