“And, he sat back down with his boxers on. He just sat there looking at me and waiting. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do. Finally, he pointed at the floor, and told me I would need to get on my knees in front of him. I got down on my knees and reached for the waistband of his boxers to pull them down, and he stopped me.”
“Why?”
“He said he would help. He reached into a hole in his boxers and pulled out his penis. I didn’t know boxers had holes in them.”
“That’s so they can pee without taking their pants down, silly.”
“I guess I just never thought of that before. But it was realizing the hole was there that made me think of peeing. I couldn’t help freaking a little. I wanted to ask if he’d taken a shower after the last time he’d peed. How do you know if it’s clean?”
“Oh God, I have had that same thought myself.”
“Really?” The shocked tone of Tami’s voice matched the look on her face.
“Tami, it’s okay to wonder about things like that, and if you’re really unsure you can always suggest taking a shower together first. It’s great foreplay too.”
“Now you tell me.”
“Maybe from now on you better take notes when we talk about sex.” She watched as Tami gave her a frosty look, which easily conveyed her lack of amusement, then continued with her story.
“Anyway, he took his cock out of the hole, held it in his fingers, and reached for my hands. It was really little and kind of soft, but I let him put my hands on it. He kept moving my hands around, like massaging it, and it started to get bigger and harder.”
“So he was getting aroused?”
“You could say that. I didn’t think it would ever stop growing. My God, is it normal for a cock to get like four times the size?”
“Some can, yes. Depends on the man.” And, the woman doing the rubbing.
“Well, his got really big. I kept trying to figure out if he liked what I was doing. When I looked at him, he had his eyes closed so I couldn’t tell. After a few minutes, he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down toward his cock. All I could think about was if he’d washed it after he peed last.”
“So did he say anything? Did you say anything?”
“No, I figured he would get upset, so I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth. His hand kept pushing my head down and his penis was getting closer and closer, until I had to close my lips on it. Oh my God, it was rubbery and tasted salty. My mouth started watering so badly I thought I would drool all over him, so I sucked in.”
“Pretty normal reaction if you ask me.”
“Yes, well, is it normal to gag?”
“Why did you gag?”
“Because he kept pushing my head down and his stupid cock hit my tonsils. When he heard me gag, he stopped and I was able to back off a little. I must have had my mouth clamped too tight though because my teeth caught on his cock and he jumped.”
“Serves him right for going so deep to start with; he should have let you get comfortable with it in your mouth first.”
“That’s what I thought. He knew I’d never done it before so he should have told me how.”
You poor naïve little girl. “Honey, men think women are born with the knowing how to give a blowjob. It would never occur to them that you might not know anything.”
Tami chose to ignore this statement. “Anyway, after a couple of minutes with it in my mouth, I finally figured out how to suck on it. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it too.”
“So what happened to make you change your mind?”
“Jerry had been real quiet, then out of the blue he asked me to stop making so much noise. I…”
“Wait, he asked you to what?” I think I’m starting to hate this guy.
“He asked me to stop making so much noise. I tried to ask him what he meant, but forgot I had his cock in my mouth and bit him. He jumped, pulled his penis out of my mouth, and sat up real straight on the couch again. I tried to tell him I was sorry, but he said it was his fault.”
“Did he explain about the noise?”
“Yes, he said my slurping was breaking his concentration. So, I asked him what he was concentrating on and he said coming. I had no clue they needed to concentrate on coming.”
“That’s a new one on me.”
“Well, according to Jerry, he needs to focus on the feeling of my mouth sucking his cock, picture the come moving up his shaft and exploding into my mouth in order to come. He said it sounded like I was sucking a Popsicle, which was dripping all over the place. He told me I needed to swallow my spit once in a while so it didn’t make so much noise.”
“I hope you told him to go to hell.”
“No! I wanted to do it right so I tried to suck without making noise. After about fifteen minutes my mouth got so sore. I couldn’t do it anymore. When I told him I needed a break, he said he was really close and I could use my hands to finish the job. He handed me a tube of something called Wet Sex.
“Wait, he just had a tube of lube laying in the living room?”
“No, it was in the drawer of the end table.”
“Hmm.” Real slick, Mr. I-want-my-way-no-matter-what.
“What’s that mean?”
“Nothing, go on with your story.” Nicole was beginning to think that maybe Jerry was a pervert.
“He helped me put the lube on his cock, and then showed me how to rub my hands up and down, then around the head. After about thirty seconds he was moaning and groaning so much I thought he was in pain.”
“It’s part of having sex, Tami. Moaning and groaning is something we all do if it feels good.”
“It only took a couple of minutes with my hands before he grabbed the back of my head again and pushed my face back down. I assumed he wanted me to suck it some more so I opened my mouth to try and that’s when he came.”
“What did you think?”
“What do you mean, what did I think? It was terrible. I got some in my mouth and lots of it started running down my chin and neck. It tasted gross, like salt-water and raw fish. And, it didn’t smell too good either. He just kept pushing on my head. I think he wanted me to lick it off him, which I had no plans to do. Yuck! Finally, he stopped pushing and leaned back into the couch. He still had his eyes closed and he didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well, did you say anything?” Christ, this guy needs to go back and have the talk with his father again. Or buy a fucking sex book for dummies.
“No, I got up and went in the bathroom to wash the stuff off my face and blow my nose. I took the toilet paper into the living room to offer him some so he could clean up and he was snoring.”
“He fell asleep?”
“Don’t sound so shocked; you told me men sleep after sex.”
“Yes I did, but not within two seconds and not without at least giving a few kisses first.”
“Well, he didn’t give me a kiss, he just went to sleep. I told you it was bad.”
“So what did you do?”
“I put my blouse back on and walked home.”
“You what?” This is too much.
“I locked the door on my way out and walked home. I figured after making such a mess of things, he wouldn’t want to see me again anyway.”
“Tami, honey, you didn’t make a mess of things. What you told me is not so bad. I think you did okay and I bet he will call you sometime this afternoon and ask you to go out again.” Please, if there is a Supreme Being in heaven, let him forget her name and number.
“Do you really think so?”
“Yep, I think you can bet on it. After all, he got what most men want.”
“What?”
“He came honey, and you did all the work. He’s most likely a happy camper.” Pig that he is.
“I hope you’re right.”
“You can bet on it!”
“Oh Nicole, thank you, I feel much better. I have to get back to work. I’ll call you if he calls.”
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“Okay, darling.”
“See you tomorrow?”
“Of course, same time, same booth.” Nicole smiled to herself as Tami left the diner. Oh my God, after all the times she had explained blowjobs to Tami, it was now apparent she’d either completely forgotten, or she never actually listened. Thinking back on their conversation and Tami’s description of cum, Nicole found herself laughing aloud. The waitress looked at her, and she waved her off. Getting control of her funny bone, she left the diner and walked home.
Chapter 3
The Bride
As Tami stepped into view, the organist began playing the wedding march. All eyes turned toward the back of the church, awestruck by the beauty of the bride. The wedding dress draped on Tami was ivory satin. Pearl beads and lace adorned the low cut bodice, the tight waist and sweeping skirt fit Tami’s body to perfection. Sheer sleeves of a wispy material shimmered as she moved. A tiara, nestled in her blonde hair, sparkled under the warm lights of the church as her father led her slowly up the aisle to her waiting groom. The assembled wedding guests rose to honor the bride as she made her way toward the altar.
Jerry stood a little taller, his black tuxedo making him look more handsome than ever. His brother, the best man standing at his side, was shuffling from foot to foot with nervous anticipation. His sole purpose for being at the ceremony would be passing over the rings without dropping them.
Tami looked toward Nicole as they approached the steps leading up to the raised platform. A silent message of thanks mouthed from one best friend to another. Nicole smiled back, nodding her head ever so slightly in acknowledgement.
The minister stepped forward, his first duty about to begin. “Who here gives this woman in marriage?” Okay, his voice is going to drive me nuts before this is over.
Tami’s father straightened a little more, pulling his shoulders back and puffing out his chest. “Her mother and I do.” After completely his one and only line of the day, Tami’s dad placed her hand on Jerry’s waiting arm and took his seat by Mrs. White. Tami’s mom already had several tissues in her hand and a tear or two rolling down her cheeks.
As Tami took her place beside Jerry, the minister lifted his hands in the air, then slowly lowered them to indicate the guests should take their seats once more. His voice rang out. “Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today in sight of God and this company to witness the marriage of Jerry Edward Miller to Tami Lynne White.”
Nicole listened to the words of joining, spoken in reverence to the importance of the day. “Two rings of gold, endless circles without seams, bind Jerry and Tami together…” the minister’s voice continued. Once again, Nicole’s mind wandered to the past.
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Sunset, Book 1
Sami Lee
Prologue
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe this has happened. It’s April again. April 9th tomorrow, which will make it exactly one year to the day that I came to Graceville. A year in the same place. Who’d have thought it possible? When I think of all the years I bumped around from town to town with Mum, my mind still boggles at the thought of twelve whole months in this tiny coastal village. Mum got a singing gig in a piano bar in Newcastle once and we stayed there six months. Up till now, that’s the longest I’ve ever lived in one place.
I was only meant to stay the weekend. But then I met one Andrew Buchanan and things changed in ways I never saw coming.
God, Drew. Attentive, romantic, gorgeous Drew. He’s my best friend and my perfect fantasy man rolled into one. I didn’t think men like him existed—perhaps part of me still doesn’t. I sometimes feel like this is all a dream, something out of one of the picture-perfect watercolors they sell to tourists down at the wharf-side markets on Sundays. Maybe that’s why part of me always feels like it’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for that “hit the road moment”, as Mum always called it. It hasn’t happened yet, but I keep expecting it.
The other night Drew said he loved me. That’s twice now, but both times we were in the middle of making love so I’m not sure it counts. Dare I believe he’s telling the truth? If I say it back, will it scare him away or make it real? Honestly, I don’t know which outcome frightens me more. Because if Drew really does love me, that means he’s going to want to marry me some day. He’s that kind of guy.
But me? Married? It seems so out of this world. If I believe in it, trust it, how will I cope if it disintegrates? I’ve had zero training at being a wife. Being a girlfriend still feels weird. I mean, I’m about to have my anniversary with Drew. I’ve never had an anniversary before. What am I supposed to do?
Well, that of course, but it ought to have a little extra something. I have a dress I bought online that I’ve been saving for a special occasion, and those naughty high-heeled shoes. If I’m ever supposed to strut my stuff, I suppose tomorrow is the night.
At least on the sex front I’m as sure as I can be of anything. It’s always been fantastic with Drew and somehow it keeps getting better. He sure knows his way around a woman’s body, at least around mine. Perhaps I should stop stressing about the future and go on as I have been, living in the moment. I never used to think about what was coming next and things have worked out okay for me so far.
All of a sudden I can’t wait to see Drew’s face when he comes home tomorrow night and I’m wearing that outrageous outfit…
Signing off in anticipation,
Sidney
Chapter 1
“You want me to what?”
Brody Nash stared at his oldest friend, sure his shock was written all over his face. Drew Buchanan continued swirling the rum and coke in his hand, making the melting ice clink against the glass. He didn’t flinch away from Brody’s scowl. �
��You look like a dog bit you, Brody. I didn’t think anything could shock you.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” How could he help being shocked? But chasing down the shock was something else he shouldn’t be feeling, something he’d forbidden himself to feel when it came to Sidney McCall. Adrenaline coursed through his bloodstream like an express train headed to all points south. No question, Drew’s suggestion piqued his sexual interest.
Drew ducked his gaze at last, turning his attention to the view of the full April moon draping silken light over the waters of Knight’s Bay. They sat side by side in a couple of the chairs usually reserved for patrons of The Blue Fish Grill, the restaurant Drew owned and that Brody worked at on occasions when it suited him. It was after ten now and the place was closed up for the night.
“I know it’s not exactly an orthodox favor to ask,” Drew admitted. “But I didn’t think you’d consider it a hardship. It’s not like it would be the first time.”
“Cheryl Ames,” Brody concluded, remembering. Pretty, insatiable Cheryl had shown him one of the most erotic nights of his life. Whenever he thought of her, he did so with fondness. Apparently so did Drew. “That was years ago, and it was only one night.”
“A hell of a night.” Drew’s words echoed Brody’s recollection. “Cheryl sure seemed to have a great time. Which is one of the reasons I think Sidney might react the same way.”
“You think? You mean Sidney wasn’t the one to suggest this?” The knowledge shouldn’t have disappointed Brody, but there was an undeniable cooling in the blood that had so rapidly heated. He’d thought Sidney McCall came up with the idea herself.
The idea that she wanted to have a threesome with her boyfriend and his best friend.
“She’s never said anything, but I can guess what she wants.”
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