Things with Rosalie got off to a great start. But my work schedule made it tough to take it much further. For the next week, I worked thirteen-hour days, bellied up to the bar in the evening for a couple of drinks, and got in a few massages for the girls, but was on my way home by nine p.m. to get some rest before my four a.m. wake-up calls.

Our “secret” didn’t last more than a day because Rosalie and her buddies shared everything they did. Other than the frequent innuendo and jokes, the girls took it in stride, keeping things light at the bar.

Then one night, Cindy had me working on her and was acting particularly randy. She was a very sexual girl, but was usually embarrassed to show it in public. All the while, I was rubbing her back and neck, and she was moaning. At one point, as my right hand was resting on her shoulder, my left was working the center of her spine, she reached across with her left hand and grabbed hold of my right. She turned her head and looked up at me over her shoulder, and whispered, “This needs to work a little lower,” and she tried to guide my hand down the front of her shirt.

What she said didn’t register immediately, but her actions gave me clarity. Believe me, I was tempted. Her loose spaghetti strap shirt would have allowed easy access, but from the angle I was standing behind her, I couldn’t take advantage.

Rosalie sat next to Cindy’s right and shifted in a way that prevented me from moving that way. It looked unintentional, but the timing hinted “cock block.” No worries, I was enjoying it either way.

Cindy kept making little comments like, “lower, please,” when my hands were already slipping along the waistband of her shorts. And, “Mmmmm, we need to finish this at my place.” She had moved past subtle and was making a play.

Rosalie was well aware and chimed in her own comments to let me know that it was “her turn.” The playful competition was heating up, and even I, the usually clueless guy with women, was catching what was going on.

I did eventually move to rubbing Rosalie’s back and neck, but, surprisingly, she kept it short, then announced she was done. But before I could ask, “Who’s next?”, she got up from her barstool and tapped me on the butt as she headed toward the restrooms.

I took the hint and politely told the girls, “I gotta use the boys’ room. I’ll be back.”

Rosalie met me around the corner of the deck, which led to the restrooms. “I’m going home to take a shower. Maybe you could finish me there?”

It wasn’t really a question. The look in her eyes said, “You WILL come back to my house and finish me there!”

So, after a brief return to the bar to finish our drinks, Rosalie called it a night, and I finished a few minutes later and left as well.

It was less than a five-minute drive to Rosalie’s house, and I pulled in the semi-circle drive behind her car and stepped up to the door. Before I could ring the bell, the door swung open. She stood there, with only a simple, mid-thigh-length pale pink robe, her hair pulled up in a clip on the back of her head. “What took you so long!?”

She grabbed the front of my t-shirt and yanked me in the door, letting it slide closed behind me. I reached for her shoulders, expecting to kiss her, only to be rebuffed. “Unh uh. No time for that,” and she turned and led me toward the bedroom.

I probably looked like the cat that ate the proverbial canary, as I hurriedly tracked behind her. She went straight through the bedroom to the massive bathroom/shower, dropped her robe, turned and faced me, and said, “You. Naked. Now.”

With that, I returned to my usual, smart-ass self and said, “OK. So, I guess I have to shower with you?” As if I was protesting. “What am I, your boy toy now?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” She smirked and walked to the linen closet, grabbing a couple of towels, then throwing them on a small chair by the sink.

“Can you close the door, please?” she said as she stepped into the water. I marveled at her ass. The glowing white patch on her cheeks were made even more bright by the darkness of the tan on the rest of her incredible body. She faced the showerhead, looking up, letting the water soak her long, jet black hair and flood her face and breasts. She was still laughing, a slightly nervous little chuckle as she reached for the soap.

A little uncomfortable in my new role, I nervously step down the little step and join her under the water. I was behind her, so she handed me the soap and said, “Since you are so good with my back, could you scrub it for me?” and drooped her head and arms under the spray.

Things moved so fast, my erection barely raised its head, but upon touching her velvety skin, flush with warm water, it was quickly at full force. I massaged the soap into her back, to the usual sounds of pleasure I had become accustomed to. After two or three minutes of this, I reach forward to hand her the soap. She says, “Oh no, you are not done yet!” and hands it back to me. “You only did the top half.”

I was like a schoolboy. So nervous and turned on, I was shaking. I began by soaping her ass. It is a delightful, full ass, firm from her years as a cheerleader. Her thighs are firm and strong, too. As my hand soaped the whole of her left thigh, I let the side of my hand brush the very top of her thigh, where it meets her pussy. Her legs part a little, and she moans softly. I move to the other leg and repeat the action, this time rubbing the side of my hand a little against her pussy lips.

I kneel behind her, and I get a glimpse of the water running through her pussy hairs. My hand returns, and she parts her legs a little further. As the soap rinses clear, I get a feel of her pussy, massaging my fingers now between her lips. I realize the warm moisture I’m feeling there is not from the shower. I dip my finger inside, and a tiny squeal of delight reaches my ears.

I thrust a little in and out, but I don’t really know what I am doing. Her body language tells me I am not doing what she wants, so I back off. I am hungry to see this beauty from the front anyway. I pick up the soap and reach around her shoulders. With soap in one hand, I began to massage her breasts. My erection was bursting out now with the feel of her firm D cup tits. After one pass over her nipples with the soap, they stand at attention. They are rock hard and as big as any pencil eraser I have ever felt. She really likes this, and her moans increased and got louder.

Reaching around her front brings my erection in reach of her ass. It is now riding between her cheeks, and her hand reaches behind her, grabbing me firmly. She is tugging hard and pushing me against her ass. My hands move down, soaping her stomach and hips. I close my eyes once again as I reach my fingers into her pussy hair again. My right hand finds the clitoris and lightly swirls on her nub. BINGO! Like a lightning bolt has struck, she shudders, and her hand thrusts me against her ass.

With my newfound knowledge, I work her clitoris with my right hand, while my left reaches up for one of those fabulous boobs. As she moans to the touch on her clitoris, my fingers begin to swirl on her left nipple in a similar fashion. BAM! Another lightning bolt. Her knees shake, and her hand releases my penis and grabs behind me, using my ass as a grab rail, she pulls me completely against her to steady herself.

She can only take a few moments of this as she can’t keep her balance. She whispers, “My turn,” and pulls away from me.

She pivots around me and picks the fallen soap off the floor. I am trying to act cool, but one good touch will send me over the top now. She soaps my shoulders and my back and squeezes my ass as she cleans me.

“I always love to watch you washing the boats, your shoulders and back are so strong and tan.”

Following my lead, she washes my legs and lets her hands ride up my thighs to my balls. From behind still, she soaps each testicle thoroughly but stays clear of my penis. Like her, I open my legs to allow her access. Taking this to mean something I didn’t expect, she slips her soapy fingers in my dark hole, one at a time.

“Oh my God!” I think. Nobody has ever done this to me, that’s for sure. With that, my knees weaken, and I start to feel the urge. I am fighting it for all I am worth. She senses it, pauses for a moment, but decides she likes it and does it again.

I can’t hold it back. She hasn’t even touched my penis and I am shooting like a horse. Come sprays all over the floor, and thick strings of goo ride down the drain. I am thoroughly embarrassed. My shoulders droop, and I mutter, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t hold on. Sorry.”

Without missing a beat, she rises, turns me toward her, and kisses me. Her full lips meet mine in a frenzy. She nips my lip to get me to open and thrusts her tongue deep in my mouth. Her tits press against me, and I have to lean for the wall to hold steady. The passion of her kiss keeps my erection at full staff. The whole feeling of the water running down our bodies, the warmth of her skin pressed to mine, and the lust in her eyes are all new to me. I am addicted.

Taking some control now, I gently push her away from me. She looks befuddled. “Can’t I take a moment to see your body?” I say, calming her fears. “WOW!” comes out of my mouth. “You are every bit as beautiful as I always imagined. I cannot believe I am here with you.”

She looks down, slightly embarrassed, “Well, you are. Get used to it. Because I think I like this.”

We begin kissing again. My hand reaches behind and rubs her ass, hers does the same to me, only her fingers aim for the opening again. With each thrust inside, my penis jerks upward. It’s already erect, but each insertion pushes me against her. Despite being drained, my little friend is ready for action again.

As the warm water starts to run out, we decide to move from the shower. Barely stopping to dry off, she dives onto the bed. She is laughing again. I move towards her, making some smart-ass remark about how impatient she is, and she dives to the edge of the bed and grabs my dick. She looks up at me, smiles, and her lips part as she slides forward to engulf me.

Had she done this earlier, even for a second, I would have come immediately. Even now, drained as I am, I feel the urge welling up. Fortunately, there is nothing there yet. She works on me for a few minutes until I am weak in the knees. In our last encounter, she took me in her mouth, but I pulled out, afraid to lose it too soon. But now, my first blow job is better than I imagined. I should have known that a Catholic girl who went to an all-girls high school would be an accomplished sexual artist!

She wasn’t going to let another premature ejaculation ruin her fun, so when she sensed things were getting too hot, she backed off, took my hands in hers, and slid backward on the bed. The wonders of the 22-year-old body shone brightly as her 36D tits lay pointing straight up, with only the slightest fall to either side. The little white triangles around her nipples showed a little more color than her ass, suggesting they occasionally get to see the sun themselves.

Her pussy hair was trimmed into a manageable triangle, and her lips protruded slightly past the curls, begging me toward them. I realized it was my turn now, and I dove in with all the enthusiasm in the world. I may not have had the experience, but I knew how she reacted when she liked something, and I listened carefully while I worked on her.

My tongue dove for the little hood and lifted it back. She arched her back in return, granting me better access. As I danced around her clitoris, my fingers attempted entry and were granted permission. Her moist ooze greasing the way, this new angle allowed better access, and she seemed to like, even want, the thrusts this time.

I removed my fingers, slid my hands up to her breasts, and slid my tongue into her slit. Tasting her musk, I dove as deep as I could go. Both hands worked feverishly on her nipples. Her moans were louder and punctuated by gasps. I licked the area beneath her pussy, and she arched again. I had never felt a woman’s anus before, but she clearly wanted it now, so, knowing it was freshly showered, I thrust my tongue inside. Unlike her pussy, there was no taste, but it was tight. It fought my tongue for entry, but I won. I thrust in and out, and she reacted. Her knees began shaking, and she lowered herself slightly. This blocked me, so I switched back to her pussy.

I licked feverishly now. Alternating between thrusting inside and flailing on her clit. She arched her neck to watch, holding her hair in a wild black bundle over her head, her fingers clasped together. She took a deep breath, then stopped breathing for what seemed an eternity. Her eyes rolled into her head, her stomach tensed, her abs rippled, her knees slowly bent, and pulled in air toward her abdomen.

Then, with a great shudder, she exhaled in a loud, raspy moan. For ten seconds, the moan continued until she ran out of air, then forced a deep breath, her body shuddering, her face contorted in an almost painful expression. I kept licking and pushing firmly with my tongue, and her body kept convulsing. Finally, she grabbed my hair and yanked me away from her pussy, and her stomach muscles relaxed. A rush of air burst forth from her pussy, flapping her labia like an opened balloon, and I lay there stunned at experiencing her forceful orgasm. She pushed my head back to her pussy and grabbed the sheets in her fingernails.

Taking the hint, I began again, and within seconds, I would be greeted with another orgasm, the sheets soaked beneath her. Her body contorted, her abdomen shuddered, and her knees jerked uncontrollably. I wanted to know that feeling.

I was as hard as I would ever get now. I hoisted myself up on my hands, slid forward, and with incredible ease slid inside her in one move. “Oh My Freaking God!” The warmth and moistness of her slit enveloped me and sucked me in.

She immediately began thrusting upward to meet my thrusts. Her hands were all over my ass and pushing me deeper into her. In seconds, she decided I wasn’t going hard or fast enough (I was afraid I would come too quickly again) and she rolled to the side, ending up sitting on top of me, and bucking fiercely against me. Her amazing grapefruit-shaped tits were now bouncing on top of me. Every muscle in her body was driving her onto me, forcing me deeper inside her. Her pace was quicker than I could have mustered if I tried, and she twisted her hips as she rocked. This girl knew how to fuck!

Needless to say, I wasn’t going to last long at this rate. I tried to get her to slow down, but she could feel my pressure building and drove harder. She was mashing her clit against me now, and rocking as fast as she could. My ass began to tense, and I thrust upward in one final push. She matched my push and thrust harder against me as I came. UNBELIEVABLE!

Oh, My God! It was the best feeling I had ever experienced.

I don’t know how much came out of me, but I came for thirty seconds. Halfway through that, she was still pushing and rocking when she came again and collapsed on my chest. I basically passed out and lay there totally, and utterly drained, with her on top of me.

I woke a while later to the slurping sound of our bodies pulling apart. The come and sweat had pooled on my stomach, and she laughed that we were now stuck together like this. I told her that was ok with me, and watched as she gingerly pried herself off of me. I could have died right then and there, a happy man.

We got out of bed, showered together again, this time washing each other, but no playing. Afterward, we toweled off and crawled into her bed.

“So… you liked me playing with your butthole? You’re a dirty little boy.”

I just smiled sheepishly and shrugged my shoulders. “I guess so. Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”

“Oh. I can’t believe you never did any of this stuff before.” Then, with a sly look, she said, “We are gonna have some serious fun together.” Then she curled up next to me, pulled my arm over her, and shoved her ass against me. My little friend, who had never completely shrunk, nestled between her cheeks, gently pulsing as we dozed off.