THE REUNION
“Your name?”The woman’s eyes remained riveted on the paper in front of her face, forcing Natalia to stare at the crown of her blonde head. Yet, despite the cloud of hair that obscured her face, Natalia easily recognized the unmistakable delicate features of the woman—Rebecca Laitin.Natalia blew out a long shaky breath, trying to decide if she should just bolt right then. No one had seen her yet and she was sure she could escape undetected if she got out of there right now, but before she could make a move, the woman lifted her head and she found herself staring into the fathomless green eyes of the seemingly ageless woman.Natalia instantly glimpsed the awareness on her beautiful face. At first there was a flash of shock, followed by a brief moment of wariness, until finally a serene politeness settled in her gaze.She forced out a tight smile, thinking that it could have been worse.Rebecca could have blurted out hThe hair on the back of Bradley Wellington’s neck stood to attention as an arc of lightening shot down his spine. He stiffened at the same time shocked gasps and a cacophony of low murmurs erupted like a wildfire in the huge gymnasium. He turned his attention away from Jessica Hartman, one of the cheerleaders he’d known while he was the quarterback of Bayside’s football team, and scanned the room, searching for the source of all the commotion, although something in his gut told him what, or rather who was now at the center of everyone’s attention.He’d always gotten a familiar tingling down his spine when she wasnear—only when she was near.He stepped closer toward the entrance of the gym at the same time his eyes landed on her. He willed her to look at him and as if she’d heard his thoughts, she turned her gaze toward him. A heavy knot tightened inhis belly as soon as her beautiful cat like hazel eyes met his.He&
“I can’t believe you learned how to play from just listening to the music. Even your voice sounds as if you’ve had training. Natalia, that’s amazing.” He knew he was gushing, but he couldn’t help it. He was in awe.She ducked her head and stepped around him. “Whatever,” she said flippantly, brushing off the compliment. She stooped down to grab her book bag. But when she stood back up, all traces of the shy and embarrassed girl were gone and in her place was the sultry vixen he was used to seeing. She stepped closer, her ample breasts brushing against his chest, forcing him to bite back a low groan as he swallowed hard, but he didn’t move.“You don’t have to lie to me, Brad, to get what you really want,” shewhispered seductively, her lips just inches from his ear, as her warm breath feathered across his sensitive skin. In spite of his best effort not to, he could not stop the tremor of desire that
Natalia tipped her head back and downed her third glass of punch in a single gulp, wishing she had something stronger. She was trying to work up the nerve to march over to Brad and say hello, but she was finding it harder than she’d imagined it would be. She’d been following him with her eyes pretty much since she walked into the room, but he was never alone, and what she had to tell him was for his ears only.Kasey may have thought she needed to come back to her reunion to lay her past to rest, but Natalia knew the real reason she was there. She’d been in school and couldn’t afford to take the trip for her fifth year reunion, and then she’d been in Europe on tour for the tenth, but the current tour she was on was in the United States so she saw her fifteenth year reunion as the perfect opportunity—the perfect opportunity to see Brad and thank him.“Stop lying to yourself, girl. You want to do more than just thank him,” she m
Natalia pulled her rented Ford Focus into the parking space beside Brad’s car and cut the engine. Grabbing her purse, she took his outstretched hand as he helped her out of her car, and with their hands still clasped together, they walked toward the front door.The drive there had been pretty much a blur, so she got her first glimpse of the restaurant as she neared the entrance, and as soon as she did, her steps faltered. She thought she’d recovered rather quickly, but her hesitation must have shown on her face, because Brad turned to her and asked, “Is there something wrong?”She flashed him a small smile. “I guess I was expecting someplace a little more….casual,” she said as she glanced up at the sign for Alain Ducasse, the ultra chic, upscale French restaurant just outside Bayside in the small, but trendy town of Summerlin.Brad’s eyes twinkled as he smiled. “You’re an international superstar. I couldn&rs
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Natalia cursed as she angrily swiped at the tears that slipped down her cheeks. She had fought hard to keep them from spilling in front of Brad, so she was proud that she managed to hold it together long enough for her to make it into the safety of her car.It had been so long since she’d let the hurtful names get to her.“You’re becoming soft,” she chuckled bitterly. Back in school she’d been prepared for them so she’d forged a wall of steel and kept her emotions locked up tight behind it. But now—now she wasn’t quite as prepared as she used to be. Still the words hurt just as bad now as they did then.“What did you expect, you idiot. You knew what people were thinking,” she argued with herself. Yes, it was bad enough knowing what people were thinking, but worse to hear it from their lips.She glanced into her rearview mirror and swore again. Brad was still following her.
They drove for about ten seconds until they pulled up to the side of Kevin’s first story apartment. She’d known Kevin throughout high school, but she’d never given him the time of day. He was handsome enough but he’d always seemed a little weird to her, as if something was off about him. But then he graduated, and somehow he seemed cooler, more sophisticated now that he was a freshman at Bayside Community College. So when she ran into him at a party a couple of nights ago she’d let him have her number this time. She hadn’t been surprised when he’d called her last night to invite her over to watch a movie. He’d expressed his interest in her many times before. But what had surprised her wasrunning into Brad right outside Kevin’s apartment.She twisted her head around to glare at Brad. “Alright, what is it that you have to show me?”“Just look through the window.”She turned her head in t
For the second time in as many days Natalia asked herself “What the hell am I doing here?”It wasn’t too late to run away this time. Nobody knew she was driving a blue Focus and if she could make it to her car before anyone answered the door she could spare herself from making a dreadful mistake.She turned around, all set to do an all out sprint to the car when she heard the lock turn.“Damnit,” she cursed and spun around just as the door swung open to reveal a beautiful middle aged woman with warm eyes the same ethereal blue as Brad’s.She cracked her lips into a tentative smile. “H—hi. Um, my nameis—”“Oh my. Oh my. Please come in. Oh my. This is quite a surprise,” the woman babbled as she seized Natalia’s arm and practically draggedher inside. The woman fanned herself as if she was having a hot flash. “I cannot believe the Natalia Cruz is in my home. Martha is
“I’m sorry Brad for insulting you,” she said quietly as she took a step back, but she didn’t get very far when he snaked an arm around her waist and brought her body flush against his.Her lips parted and she stared up at him with wide eyes.“You were wrong so you owe me a kiss?” His eyes twinkled with mischief as his dimples popped out in his cheeks.She gasped, recalling the familiar words he’d said many years before.“You remember the last time I said those words, Natalia?” He whispered softly, his voice wrapping her in warm velvet. She wanted to tell him that she would never forget what followed after he’d said those words, but all she could do was nod. Her body was now on fire for him. From the moment she’d locked eyes with him in the gym, her body had come to life as if it had lain dormant for fifteen years. In truth, it had. No matter how many men she dated, she always compared them to Brad
I have about an hour to kill before I can go back to Eva. Walking this town from end to end would take all of ten minutes. I pause at the wine-tasting room, but there are too many tourists inside. Besides I’ll have to make the usual inane chitchat with one of the hospi- tality staff. “Is this your first visit to the Wine Country?” she’ll say, chipper as a Girl Scout. “Actually, my wife and I come up from San Francisco a few times a year, but not for the wine. We like to play our kinky Dom-sub sex game in your local country inn. Would you care to join us tonight?” I smile as I continue on down the street. If only it were that easy. Of course, bringing back another woman might be pushing Eva a little too far. This time. I pass a quaint tavern—everything is quaint here— and peek inside. Dim lighting, a few customers perched at the bar. Perfect. I take a table in a shadowy corner and order a glass of Frank Family Cabernet. You can’t get that by the glass in the city. The wine is deli
There’s an indeterminate span of time between asleep and awake. Those bleary moments, waves of thought washing over us as we struggle to gain or lose conscious- ness. Where dreams blur with reality, taking on aspectsand influence from each other.The shriek of an alarm clock is translated into the cries of some prehistoric flying creature chasing us through Elysian Fields. The scent of bacon spurs a vivid scenario of gorging ourselves on anything and every- thing within sight.The slow, rhythmic thrusts of a cock between swollen labia elicits dreams of multiple members in multiple orifices.This is how I awaken; gradually, with the dawning realization that at least one turgid member from myreveries is truly flesh and blood. Sliding between my thighs from behind as I lie on my side, body curled into the blankets surrounding me. A hand, presumably accompanying the penis in its adventures, is trailing feather soft over the curve of my breasts, fingers occa- sionally tweaking my nip
Let me tie you up?” he asked me, holding up the ropes so I could see them. At first I couldn’t take my eyes off them; they were slim and white and gorgeous. They were looped over one another and tied off beautifully in lengths with colored ends, so he could keep the lengths separate. I must have stared at those ropes in his hand for half a minute before I brought my eyes back to his and saw the wicked joy in them. Peter’s smile broadened to a grin. His blue eyes brightened. He knew he had me. He was fully dressed, and I was naked—very, very naked. I’d just gotten out of the shower, and I’d been thinking about him in there—thinking about what we might do when I got out of the shower and Peter took me to bed. I was already very turned on. He could see everything he wanted to see, I real- ized—in exquisite detail never before revealed. I’d just shaved, so he could see my sex. He could see the hot flush of arousal through my breasts and my face, see the stiffening of my nipples that
Ten more minutes, I thought, glancing around the carnival. Ten minutes and then I can get out of this nightmare and go for a drink. I hauled one of the milk cartons up in front of me, and began stacking the plastic rings from the Ring Toss. This was the last year I’d volunteered for the games. Next year, I’ll sell tickets or something that doesn’t involve snotty kids screaming because they didn’t win a plastic frog. The sky was several shades of amber in the wake of the setting sun. I loved summer. And despite the disaster of this year’s Ring Toss, I always looked forward to the annual Shriners Carnival. I always volunteered. The money went toward revitalizing the parks and play- grounds in the area, places I used to go to when I was a child. Every year held surprises, from the old friends who came back for the night, to the local celebrities who turned up in support. Last year, we had an Emmy Award winner perform an impromptu concert. This year, my surprise was the very reason I ne
It’s not much fun giving a blow job,” Taryn remarks over the noisy gush of heat hitting my hair. “AlthoughI think every lesbian feels that way, don’t you?”“Only if they can speak from experience,” I reply, wincing as Taryn continues to torture my tresses. Taryn winces, too—for an entirely different reason. “And I seri- ously doubt that the judges are going to inquire about my sex life, oral or otherwise, during the interview.”“Agreed.” She puts down the blow-dryer and picks up a hairbrush. “A better question would be: why did you get involved in beauty pageants?”I smirk. The answer is out of the question. I got involved in beauty pageants because I wanted to meet girls. I could care less about the sash or the cash or the crown that glitters like a dinner plate in an advertisementfor dishwashing soap. That doesn’t mean I don’t take pageantry seriously. It just means that I’m not in it to win it.I used to think pageants were sideshows, populated with aspiring anchorwomen who
Ihate being here.I hate sleeping in this bed, Clark’s marriage bed,sleeping on his wife’s side while she’s away on business and waking up face-to-face with the knickknacks and nail polish on her bedside table.And the baby oil! Why wouldn’t Clark have put that away before I came? Why the hell would I want to be reminded that he has sex with her too? More puzzlingly, why do I jump at every opportunity to stay the night?Well, that question has an easy answer: it’s the wake- up call that keeps me coming back. It’s his arms circling my body before the sun comes up, when I’m still warm with sleep. He kisses my shoulder, walks his fingers down my belly, and I’m sold. I’ll put up with any amount of heartache if it means getting fucked first thing in themorning.My pussy’s never wet when he finds it, so Clark burrows under the covers to turn me on in the most effi- cient way possible. Spreading my legs, he situates himself between them and dives at the apex of my thighs. I don’t know
Jason left for work the same way he always did, but instead of following his normal routine he came home two hours later and slipped back into the house.Sneaking through his own house like a criminal felt absurd, but he did it anyway.When his best friend told him he thought their wives were more than just friends Jason hadn’t believed it. Things like that didn’t happen in real life. So when Rose told him that Miranda was coming over that day to help her in the garden he knew what he had to do.As he creeps upstairs, he hears soft voices and sees that the bedroom door has been left ajar. He leans forward until he can see into the room. And there they are, Rose and Miranda together in bed.Jason watches them. He can’t help but appreciate how beautiful Rose is like this, her head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open. Sure, he’s seen her like this before, but it’s not the same when he’s the one moving above her, when he’s focused on what he’s doing, what he’s feeling.Now he can j
Renata climbs the stairs from the dungeon, brushes aside the leather curtain, and looks around. Tonight she doesn’t need a fancy station. She only needs a quietcorner and a chair. This room will do nicely.She takes a seat against the wall. Like a lioness crouched by a watering hole, she watches the snack table across the room. People come, people go. Then her patience pays off. Vicki’s red latex minidress and stiletto ankle boots identify her. She’s trying to drink a Coke with one hand while holding a chocolate-chip cookie with the other. It’s awkward with the cuffs. Renata strides over and presses herself against Vicki’s back.“When’s your break over?” “Now.” Vicki lowers her snack. “Good. Keep the cookie.”A hand on Vicki’s biceps, Renata propels her across the room. Vicki’s ass and boobs jiggle under the low-cut latex. The ankle cuffs mean she has to shuffle quickly to keep up. By the time they get to Renata’s chair, Vicki’s breathing hard.Renata drops Vicki’s arm and sits,
He was young and his cock was as hard as a steel rod. No foreplay was necessary. He took off his clothes and, bang: hard and ready. Not like your sad, little caged protuberance. I can’t imagine you were ever like that, were you?” She shook her head in mock sadness as she gazed at Bob. He knelt, naked, with the exception of the chastity device affixed to his cock andballs. He yawned, silently. “Does this bore you?”“Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more.“And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat.Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”“Look, Barbara,” Bob stood up. “I just don’t think th