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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after hearing a story from a relative about how they spent a long weekend in high school. Enjoy!

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“Goodbye, mother. Goodbye, father. Thank you for a wonderful long weekend,” said Anna Redman as she hugged her parents.

“Thank you for finally making time for us,” her father replied, his tone a bit muted.

“I do hope you’ll visit more than once a quarter…especially after you’re married,” her mother added while hugging a bit harder.

“Can we please not get into that again?” she groaned. “I already promised to visit a week before the rehearsal dinner.”

“Fine,” her father sighed. “Just try to make it easier on us when it comes to promises.”

“We are your parents, after all,” her mother reminded.

“I know,” Anna said with a sigh. “I promise I’ll try.”

She offered a half-hearted smile, most likely to dissuade further arguments on that issue. They’d already endured enough of that of the past few days. While it was rarely productive, it was also unavoidable. And Trevor Callahan gladly endured it for his love, who was also his future wife.

Things were still somewhat tense between him and Anna’s parents. After they finished hugging their daughter, they remained reluctant to show the same affection. Her mother still gave her that stink-eyed look, which Anna claimed she gave to all her boyfriends. But her father did offer to shake his hand, which Trevor accepted.

“Thanks again for your hospitality,” he said to them.

“You are welcome,” Anna’s father said in an overly formal tone. “Since you are going to be our son-in-law, we want you to be comfortable in our presence.”

“Well, I think this long weekend together has helped with that,” said Trevor with a sincere smile.

“I agree. I am considerably less anxious about your upcoming wedding. I still have concerns, but…”

The older man bit his lip. Trevor could tell he wanted to say something that would likely rub him the wrong way. He also caught Anna giving her father a look, as if to put an invisible finger on his lips to keep him from ruining the moment. It was similar to the look her mother kept giving him. But in their daughter’s presence, they managed to remain cordial.

“We’ll work on our concerns while you work on your wedding,” Anna’s mother said.

“Thank you. And I promise to work hard,” said Trevor. “Your daughter really means that much to me.”

“Of that, I’m convinced. Just…give us more than a long weekend to process it all.”

“Will do!”

The older woman finally stopped giving her that ugly look and offered to shake his hand too. Again, Trevor accepted. Leaving this place on good terms with his fiancé’s parents was his primary goal for this visit. He felt like he’d succeeded in that regard. But it had been far more arduous than expected.

“Let’s get going,” said Anna, latching onto his arm. “It’s getting pretty late. I’d like to get home before midnight.”

“Please drive safely!” her mother called out.

“We will, mother,” Anna said, rolling her eyes again.

“And don’t take the back roads!” her father said. “They still haven’t fixed that damned pothole!”

Trevor looked back and nodded to affirm that he’d heard, doing his best to hide his annoyance. That was something he’d done a lot of these past three days. Anna warned him when they started dating that her parents were pretty intense. More than one boyfriend had broken up with her after dealing with them. None, to date, had lasted an entire long weekend with them. He was the first and was quite proud of that.

That didn’t make leaving their uptight, gated community any less a relief.

“Come on! Let’s get out of here,” Anna said under her breath. “I feel like my mother wants another couple days of belittling me.”

“Don’t worry. I made sure the car is all gassed up and packed,” Trevor replied. “One long weekend here is plenty long enough.”

“If you think that’s bad, just imagine growing up here.”

“That’s a scary thought. I honestly don’t know how you survived.”

He offered her a reassuring smile. She squeezed his arm a bit tighter, as if to keep herself from looking back. They could still feel her parents’ eyes on them. They stayed on them even after they got in the car, pulled out of the driveway, and drove off through the secured gate. It was kind of eerie, being scrutinized so harshly by someone else’s parents. Trevor thought his mother was overprotective while he was growing up, but she didn’t have anything on the Redman’s.

Initially, he stayed silent as they drove out of the wealthy neighborhood that Anna had come to despise. He just let her fume for a bit, which she hadn’t been able to do much of during their visit. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must have been growing up with them. Even though her family was rich, well-connected, and widely respected, they created a very hostile, controlling environment for their children.

“Free again…to a point,” Anna said under her breath while looking out the window.

That was a common refrain for her. She said it every time they left her house and the affluent neighborhood she grew up in. It wasn’t out of pettiness or melodrama, either. Trevor had just experienced a long weekend with her parents. He could now confirm they were as overbearing as Anna had claimed.

The world she came from was just so different from his. She was the youngest daughter of a wealthy family, who had generations of old money to live off. He was the only child of a single mother who’d grown up in an apartment that wasn’t even as big as Anna’s old closet. He’d worked his way out of poverty, spending time in the military and navigating his way through college. His stint as a tattoo artist and a male stripper had made that work quite eventful. Those details certainly didn’t fit the profile of the man they wanted their daughter to marry.

Then again, Anna hadn’t cared for any of the men they wanted for her. Unlike her two older sisters, she’d never fit in with her affluent surroundings. She didn’t care for country clubs, fancy schools, and debutant balls. She’d spent her teen years sneaking off to punk rock concerts, getting drunk in dive bars, and hooking up with men her parents never liked. It got her into a lot of trouble. She’d even run away at one point. But she never became the prim and proper daughter they wanted.

And Trevor was genuinely grateful for that. If she had become that woman, they never would’ve met. She never would’ve hooked up with him while he was working as a tattoo artist upstate. She never would’ve pushed him to reassess his perspective on life. He’d spent so much time just trying to escape poverty that he forgot, at times, to work on building a better life. Anna was now part of that effort. Being with her made him a better man. And it helped her become her own woman.

It also helped that she still retained that rebellious side of her that developed in her youth. It was part of what drew him to her. It also played a major role in how their love had blossomed.

“It’ll be okay,” Trevor told her, finally breaking the silence. “We’re already in a less affluent zip code.”

“I can tell. The air already smells less stifling,” she commented.

“And I really think we made some progress,” he added. “They didn’t outright despise me. And your mom stopped calling me your latest fling.”

“Only after being engaged for three months,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Sure, they’re never going to treat me like your sisters’ husbands. I’m not going to run an investment bank or sit on the board of some media company. But I can still make a damn good living making custom cars. And you’ve come a long way with your art studio.”

“If only happy, fulfilling careers were enough for them.”

“That, we’ll never change. But at the very least, I think I’ve convinced them of how much I love you. Hell, I put on this fancy suit and you wore that gaudy dress for that restaurant we went to. We played by all their rules and jumped through all their hoops.”

“And it still might not be enough,” Anna groaned. “No matter how much we put on happy faces for them and be who they want us to be, they’ll never be satisfied.”

“Well, at this point, that’s all on them,” Trevor said reassuringly. “We’re getting married. We’ve made that clear. How we got to this point…I mean, I might not be the way they wanted.”

“We had sex in the back alley of a tattoo parlor less than two hours after we met,” Anna reminded him. “Trust me. That was not how they think a traditional romance should unfold.”

“Too late,” he shrugged. “We had sex many more times after that. We eventually fell in love. And we’re going to build a life together. Sure, it’s not going to be rich or fancy like them. But it’ll be ours. Isn’t that all that matters?”

She turned from the window and cast him an emotional gaze. Her lips quivered and her eyes watered with tears. At first, Trevor worried he’d said something wrong. But then, she smiled and leaned over across the seat, clinging to his arm even as he drove down a winding road.

“Yes. It matters a lot,” she said, her words choked by emotion. “But it shouldn’t! We shouldn’t have to put on fancy clothes and pretend we’re upper-class yuppie types, just to get my parents off our backs.”

“Well, if that’s what I have to do to marry the woman I love…so be it,” he said confidently.

Her smile widened. She squeezed his arm tighter and held back a sob.

Anna often got emotional, especially whenever her parents came up. It wasn’t just that they were overbearing and controlling, although that was a big part of the issue. They did so much to restrain her, ever since she was a child. She’d told him stories about how she’d been locked in her room for hours on end with the electricity cut off. There was even a case where her sister caught her kissing a boy outside school and she had all her phone privileges revoked for two weeks. It was one thing to have strict rules, but Anna’s parents took it to another level.

It wasn’t until Anna left home that she could just vent freely. Granted, that did get her into trouble a few times and got her caught up with questionable people. But it eventually led her to him. And he did plenty to help her vent what her parents did so much to repress.

He still helped her to this day. Just being near him seemed to bring out the caged spirit within her. That spirit also had a frisky side. While clinging to his arm, Anna slipped a hand down between his legs. That garnered a reaction, his body reminding him that he and Anna hadn’t had sex all weekend.

“You do so much for me. You’re so good for me,” Anna said to him, her every word laced with affection. “And I want to be just as good for you.”

“You already are. Even when you try to be bad,” Trevor said, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“Who says I’m trying?”

A mischievous undertone mixed in with heavy emotion. Along with her tone came bolder actions. She started rubbing his dick through his slacks. It also happened to be the one pair of nice dress slacks he owned, which weren’t that comfortable to begin with. Now, he suddenly had a growing boner to contend with. That made focusing on the road harder. But he and Anna never did things the hard way.

“Anna…” he said, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“We usually have sex every weekend…often more than once,” Anna reminded him. “This is the first time in over a year that we haven’t. And being in my parents’ house, we couldn’t even sneak in a kiss…let alone a quickie.”

Trevor hadn’t forgotten, either. It had been quite jarring, going an entire long weekend without having sex with his fiancé. Anna had always been a very sexual woman. And his sex drive was above average, even for a healthy man. More than one ex-girlfriend had claimed it was too high.

Anna was the first woman he’d ever been with that dared to be as horny as him. And they relished that shared horniness. It made for an exciting and active sex life. Having to temper it for an entire long weekend had been difficult. Trevor had even been tempted to sneak into her room a few times, but her parents were just too vigilant. He thought they could make up for it when they got home. But, with an hour-long drive ahead of them, that didn’t seem feasible anymore.

“All my life, I’ve been scolded for being so horny,” Anna said. “I swear my parents would scold a nun for her dirty thoughts. It’s a good thing they don’t know how much sex I’ve had since high school.”

“You think they know how much sex we’ve had?” he quipped.

“Believe me. If they did, they’d faint in horror.”

She started nibbling on his ear, a tell-tale sign that she getting wet. She also rubbed his groin harder, not caring that the roads were somewhat narrow and a storm was rolling in. But Trevor could only be so careful around his horny fiancé.

As they drove just outside the limits of her parents’ suburban locale, they entered a darkened stretch of road. There wasn’t much in terms of development, other than a few parking lots for construction crews working on a nearby development. And at this hour, they were empty.

Seeing this, while also surmising that Anna wasn’t going to let up, he made a snap decision. While there were plenty of reasons to get home quickly before the storm rolled in, the reasonable part of his brain had gone mute. He had a horny fiancé next to him at the moment. Other faculties took over.

“If we’re going to be scolded like that…fuck it!” he said.

Then, in a move that surprised his lover – and probably made her more horny, in the process – he hooked the wheel to the right and pulled the car into one of the vacant parking lots. The tires screeched at the sudden turn, but only briefly. His heart now racing and his blood flowing hot with desire, he pulled the car behind a large dumpster and parked it.

The engine then went silent. A tense, but heated silence fell over them. Anna then shot him a distinct glance. There was that distinct glance of hers – the one he hadn’t seen for three straight days. Gone was the formality, etiquette, and decorum. In its place, he saw that seductive, adventurous woman he’d fallen in love with.

“The back seat,” she said, her voice erotically charged.

Trevor couldn’t unbuckle the seatbelt fast enough. Anna did the same before racing him into the back, not caring in the slightest about wrinkled clothes or disheveled hair. They’d had enough of that. They longed for something raw and dirty.

Anna must have wanted it more because she beat him to the backseat. Along the way, she had already started to undress. She practically tore off the top part of her blouse, exposing the overpriced bra she had underneath that she clearly found uncomfortable. Trevor was more than happy to help her get rid of it, unclasping it from the front before slipping it off.

“Finally!” she said, relieved and impassioned. “I’m sick of hiding my boobs.”

“Speak for yourself,” Trevor said, grinning at the sight of her fleshy mounds.

“Shut up and get naked! I’m just as sick of you hiding that big, juice dick.”

That was the first bit of vulgarity she’d uttered since Friday morning. It was like sweet, sexy music to his ears. It got his heart racing and his blood flowing, especially in his lower body. He’d spent all this time, keeping his penis in check. Now that the restraints were off, it sprang to life a restless soldier ready for action.

Again, Anna beat him to the bunch. Before he could even reach for his belt, she pinned him to the seat, straddled his lap, and undid his pants. She had that eager, focused look in her eyes. She was already licking her lips in anticipation, so hungry for him, his sex, and his love. Trevor gladly led her take care of his pants. He began working on his tie and itchy dress shirt, which he fumbled with awkwardly. But, luckily for him, Anna was too horny to care.

“Damn fancy clothes! Why are they so hard to get off?” Trevor cursed.

“Good things are worth waiting for…working for…and pining for,” Anna said, having already revealed his boxers.

Those would’ve been wise words had she not sounded like a full-blown nymphomaniac. But Trevor didn’t care complain. He was more than happy to let his love make her point.

And she chose to make it by roughly pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles, allowing his erect dick to pop free. His shirt was only half-unbuttoned and his tie was only partially undone. But she didn’t wait for him to get everything off. She just shifted her body within he confines of the back seat, her knees now propped on the other seat with her head facing his crotch at a perpendicular angle. Trevor didn’t have to move at all from his seated position. He just had to lean back and watch his horny fiancé dive for his cock, hungrily taking nearly his entire length between her lips.

“Ohhh fuck!” Trevor exclaimed blissfully, finally letting the profanity fly once more. “I missed this…your soft lips on my cock.”

“Mmm…I missed it too. I missed your big, delicious cock!” Anna purred after getting her first taste.

“Even after just three days?”

“Yep!” was all she said before taking his length again.

Trevor didn’t question her sincerity. His love did plenty to make her point by giving him one of her famous blowjobs.

She was always so thorough, skillfully sliding her tongue along the length of his shaft while bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. She also made sure to use both hands, squeezing the base with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. Anna, having grown up in such a strict environment, had a talent for channeling her pent-up desires into every intimate act. That included oral sex.

“Yes! Just like that, Anna! Just like that!” he grunted.

Trevor stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He just ran his fingers through his lover’s now-disheveled hair and soaked in the wonderous sensations that followed. It felt so good, the slithering warmth of her lips and tongue. It got his member aching with desire, hungry for all the sex they had been denied for the past three days.

And, in the interest of aligning their desires fully, Trevor turned his attention towards the opposing seat. There, Anna’s perfectly round butt was arched upwards. If someone had gazed in from the other passenger window, they would’ve gotten a clear view of her underwear. Showing some friskiness of his own, she snaked his arm around her said and slipped his hand down the front of her panties.

That earned him a handful of a wet, fully aroused pussy. Trevor swore he could smell her arousal in the car, which was already feeling hot and muggy.

“Mmf!” Anna moaned in approval, her reaction muffled by his cock in her mouth.

“Damn! You’re so wet,” Trevor said to her. “I’m never one to interrupt a blowjob, but…”

He purposefully let his words trail off, trusting Anna to fill in the blanks. To further lessen the ambiguity, he skillfully unzipped the back of her skirt. That got the message across loud and clear. And his love responded in kind.

Shooting him another lurid look, Anna gave his member one last lick before shooting up from the seat. She then swiftly slid off her skirt and underwear, even kicking off her expensive heels in the process. That left her completely naked, finally free of the fancy clothes she hated wearing. She now had the look of a caged animal that had escaped her confines, albeit one who happened to be very horny.

“Come here, handsome!” Anna said, sounding both aggressive and seductive.

Again, Trevor didn’t have to move from where he sat. She just grabbed him by the neck, straddled his lap, and aligned her moist opening with the tip of his penis. Instincts and passion took over from there. His half-undone tie still hanging from his neck, Trevor grasped her waist and locked eyes with her.

“I want you,” he said to her, his love for her showing alongside his lust.

“Then, do it. Take me!” Anna urged him.

Trevor didn’t hesitate for a nanosecond. Taking the initiative, he pulled her into kiss before using his grip on her waist to push her down onto his cock. She further supplemented that effort, thrusting her hips downward to unite their aroused bodies.

And after the longest of long weekends, they were doing it. He and Anna were having sex. His hardened manhood penetrated her moist womanhood, the resulting sensations coursing through them like an overflowing dam. And from there, several days of pent-up sexual energy came pouring out.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh Trevor!” Anna panted.

“Anna…” gasped Trevor.

She rode him hard, building up to the fervent sexual rhythm they both so loved. It was even a bit rougher than usual. Anna was so aggressive with her kissing, nibbling on his lower lip and raking her manicured nails around his neck. Trevor put more strength into his movements, squeezing her waist hard and thrusting his hips upward so that he penetrated deep with every movement. It also made her breasts jiggle to the rhythm, which was always a nice bonus.

As their sex intensified, their shared body heat spread throughout the car. Combined with the muggy evening air, it made the inside feel like a sauna. The rear windows soon became fully fogged. Even if anyone did happy to pass by their car, they would only see the faint outline of their naked bodies. They never would’ve seen the fully spectacle of two horny lover’s going at it.

“We’re really doing this,” Trevor told her, whispering into her ear through labored panting. “We’re making love…in the backseat…of a car.”

“Mmm…so hot,” she purred.

“Someone…could see us,” he added. “They could just walk up…look inside…and see us…naked and humping.”

“Yes…they could,” Anna conceded.

“And that excites you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“Say it louder!” he urged her.

“Yes! It excites me!” she shouted.

That just made it hotter. Anna Redman, a woman who had been so reserved and mannerly all weekend, was doing something so naughty with him. And she admitted she loved it. She’d always had a naughty side, but had gone to great lengths to hide it. He was one of the few she’d ever shared with it. That made their love and their passion special.

That added bit of excitement also got Anna to channel more of her naughty side. While riding his cock, she somehow found a way to undo his tie and get his dress shirt off, which had since become half-soaked by his sweat. Now as naked as her, she showed off some of her kinks, leaning into lick his nipples while skillfully working her hips to really intensify their sex.

Trevor, now happy to be free of those fancy clothes, just leaned back and let his lover do her thing. He just kept supplementing every movement with his powerful arms, drawing out every sweet sensation from their sex. Eventually, the blissful pressure had built up enough to get them to the brink of orgasm.

And once again, Anna was a step ahead of him. Trevor could already feel it, the subtle squeak in her moans and the extra tightness in her pussy. She was about to come.

“Oooh I’m close, Trevor! I’m really…really close!” Anna panted.

She was already past the point of no return. It usually didn’t take much to make Anna come in the first place. But being stuck at home for three days, denied any form of sexual relief, the orgasm hit her extra hard.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…oohhh God!”

She let out a long, sustained cry of ecstasy that left Trevor’s ears ringing. The acoustics of the car made it an even greater spectacle than usual. He eagerly took it all in, still holding his lover’s waist while she writhed in ecstasy.

She was so animated, her hips and torso trembling while her toes curled. She even leaned back while still clinging to his neck, giving him a perfect view of her O-face. He loved that look, born of both passion and desire. Being able to give it to her just made their sex that much more satisfying.

“Trevor, my darling,” Anna purred, her voice trembling with orgasmic delight. “You know just how to treat a girl…when she’s extra horny.”

“Thanks,” he said with a cocky grin. “But I know how you can return the favor.”

She was still short of breath, her body reeling from such an intense orgasmic rush. But she still had enough strength and passion to shoot him that naughty look again. That confirmed they were still on the same page, even in their lurid state of being.

“Do what you have to do,” Anna told him.

“Ah the sweetest words a horny man can hear!” he said.

With an eager grin, Trevor let his own inner nymphomaniac take hold. Like a man possessed, he drew his naked lover back into an embrace, wrapping his powerful arms around her sweaty body. He then lifted her up briefly, her legs locked around his waist, and readjusted their bodies.

Feeling bold, as well as horny, he turned Anna around and got her on all fours. She had that perfect ass pointed right at her, her pussy still visibly wet and dripping with feminine juices. In the confines of the backseat, she had to lean up against the passenger door for support. But he still had enough room to get into position behind her, align his pelvis with her butt, and thrust his still-erect penis back into her vagina.

Once he felt that tight flesh around his member, Trevor eagerly hammered away. He humped her hard and fast, his pelvis smacking loudly against her butt as he pushed for his own release. It further added to the muggy heat in the car, fogging the windows up even more and covering their bodies with more sweat. It was so hot and humid, the thick sent of sex becoming concentrated in such a small area.

That awakened a special excitement within Trevor, getting him to a rare place of impassioned ecstasy. He felt his climax coming strong. He wanted and craved it like never before. As it neared, he took her hands in his and interlocked their fingers. He then squeezed them firmly as he held on.

“I’m ready, Anna! I’m…gonna…come!” He told her.

“Mmm…do it, love! I want it…for you…for us,” she said to him.

Trevor grinned intently, closing his eyes and delivering the last round of focused thrusts. Her inner folds squeezed his member with their tight warmth, inviting him to join her in the pleasure she had just shared. He finally caught up, pushing through that final threshold before achieving that special sensual peak.

It hit him every bit as hard, the past three days of intimate deprivation having affected him as well. He leaned over, buried his face in her shoulder, and squeezed her hand tightly as he climaxed inside her. Hot streams of his masculine fluids mixed perfectly with her feminine juices, creating a special warmth within her.

It was their love and lust taking a tangible form, hot feelings becoming real. Along with that release, waves of warm bliss coursed through him, like a blanket of ecstasy wrapping around him. After the cold personality of Anna’s parents, he more than welcomed that feeling. And Anna gladly shared it with him, turning her head and kissing his lips softly as he processed the wondrous feeling.

“I love you…you dirty, sexy minx,” Trevor told her.

“I love you too…you handsome, sexy stud,” Anna said.

“Can you believe what we just did?”

“Yeah…I definitely can,” she laughed.

“Me too. But still…the back seat of a car?”

“I know. But when you’re in love, horny as hell, and spending long weekends with my parents…well, what did you expect?”

They shared a good laugh and kissed again. Still short of breath and swimming in post-coital bliss, Trevor withdrew from her and collapsed into one of the passenger seats. Anna, still naked and covered in sweat, eagerly curled up next to him. She didn’t mind that her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared, and she smelled like a slutty prom date. She had a beaming smile, one that reflected a side of her that she never got to show with her family.

Anna was a horny woman with a dirty mind.

Trevor was a horny man who’d wasted his youth on women who couldn’t keep up with him.

Somehow, they found each other. And them having sweaty, dirty sex in the backseat of a car less than five miles from her parents’ house was a perfect testament to why their love was so strong.

“We’d better get moving,” Trevor sighed. “Someone really could walk by, see our car, and get curious.”

“You’re right,” she said, “they could.”

“For all we know, your parents could feel like going for a late-night drive, see our car, and catch us like this…all naked and sweaty.”

“Yep. They could. They never have, but they definitely could…just to mess with me.”

Another heavy silence fell over them. And once again, Anna shot him that sexy, seductive look.

“But we’re not going to,” Trevor said, taking her in his arms again. “We’re going to do it again, enjoy the hell out of it, and drive back home bare-ass naked!” “Shut up and kiss me, babe. This backseat ain’t gonna rock itself!”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by some stories about why people hook up with ex-lovers. Enjoy!

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Maxine “Maxie” Morello was not in a healthy place. She should’ve been used to that by now. She hadn’t been in a healthy state of mind for much of her life. That was somewhat unavoidable for someone whose parents went bankrupt, got divorced, and struggled constantly. By the time she was a teenager, she’d lost track of how many times she’d moved.

As a young adult, Maxie understood that was not an excuse. But that didn’t stop her from slipping back into unhealthy situations. It seemed no matter how many times she tried to get her life together, her self-destructive tendencies found a way to influence her.

That was the only logical explanation she had for her current predictable. Why else would she be leading Jarrod Bowman into her bedroom at two in the morning on a Thursday night?

“Mmm…I missed how great your lips tasted,” he told her with determined lust in his eyes.

“Even when I’ve been drinking?” Maxine quipped.

“Especially when you’ve been drinking!”

He doubled down on that sentiment by aggressively squeezing her butt, biting her lower lip, and practically pushing her towards her unmade bed. Maxine responded with a lustful gaze of her own, responding favorably to his actions in a way that set a distinct mood.

It was not healthy.

It was not wise.

But this was happening.

Maxine was going to hook up with her ex-boyfriend – the same ex-boyfriend she’d broken up with twice before and for good reason. They were not right for each other. They fought constantly and tended to feed their worst tendencies. But that didn’t matter in the heat of the moment. Because there was one critical element that kept her and Jarrod coming back to one another.

“I trust you remember how I like it, Jar,” Maxine told him.

“I haven’t forgotten, Maxi. How the hell could I possibly forget?” Jarrod said before pushing her onto the bed, slipping off his belt, and kicking his shoes.

The seriousness in his gaze triggered something in Maxine – something she knew could only lead to more unhealthy thoughts and actions. But it was too late. The switch inside her had flipped. She’d been lonely, horny, and anxious all week. Unhealthy or not, she needed this. It defied logic, emotions, and everything in between. But she needed it.

As Jarrod crawled onto the bed with her, Maxine slipped out of the jacket she’d been wearing when she’d met up with him at a diner two blocks from her apartment. She then slid her shirt off while he aggressively reached for her pants, undid them with ease, and pulled them off – leaving her in the overpriced bra and panties she’d worn on purpose.

That lecherous glint in his eyes confirmed he liked what he saw. He remembered how much it turned him on when they were still together. He was so taken that he barely noticed her grabbing the collar of his shirt, which Maxine could tell he hadn’t washed in days, and pulled it off over his head. That further fueled his aggression. And with heightened urgency, he took off his pants and underwear – the intensifying mood having left him very much aroused.

“I missed your dick,” Maxine said in the heat of the moment.

“Is that all you missed?” Jarrod said with a lurid sneer.

“Pretty much,” she teased.

He laughed, but did not seem overly amused. That just encouraged more aggressive foreplay – the kind that did plenty to stoke Maxine’s unhealthy desires.

He kept kissing and nibbling around her lips and neck – using his body weight to keep her pinned, as well his powerful hands to explore her body. At some point during these heated gestures, he tore off her bra and panties. Maxine heard the clasp on her bra break and the fabric of her panties tear. For some reason, these tangible manifestations of Jarrod’s aggression turned her on even more.

He had never been an overly careful and considerate kind of lover.

He also wasn’t afraid to get rough. That might have gotten him in trouble with other women who had healthier ideas of relationships. But for Maxine, it was a big part of what kept bringing them back together – even when they should’ve stayed away.

For now, she silenced that part of her brain – ignoring every warning and urging to not do this with someone who was not good for her. Instead, she listened to the part that reminded her Jarrod was one of the few men she still trusted with her body and sex.

They kept touching, groping, and kissing – helping their bodies get reacquainted with one another. His penis was already fully erect and ready for her. She had been wet between her thighs since before their clothes came off. Any semblance of patience and restraint quickly faded.

“Fuck me!” Maxine told him in a blunt, serious tone.

Jarrod answered with a simple grin and a grunt, never one to say much when it came to sex. That was something else Maxine appreciated more than most. He didn’t overthink a situation. He just went for it.

He was every bit as direct and crude as ever as he grasped her thighs, pushed her legs apart, and positioned himself on top of her. His pelvis now aligned with hers, Jarrod thrust his hips forward and entered her – driving hardened, masculine flesh into the moist depths of her vagina. Maxine let out a sharp gasp as the familiar sensations of sex washed over her, gripping the sheets under her and holding on tightly. Because she knew what she was in for.

“Oh yeah! So hot and tight…I missed this too!” Jarrod said.

Once he had his first taste of her sex, he proceeded to indulge recklessly – unleashing every ounce of lust, desire, and energy upon her. He made full use of his leverage over her, going at it hard and fast – the hot, fleshly sound of his flesh smacking against hers filling the room. The bed under them rocked hard. The dirty sheets wrinkled and furrowed to every movement. It was so hot and raw – visceral and crude. The circumstances might have been so wrong, but the sensations felt so right.

“Yes! That’s it! Ohhh yes!” Maxine panted.

Such hot, intense sensations inspired equally heated gestures. Maxine showed some aggression of her own, hooking her legs around his waist and driving her feet into his lower back – encouraging him to thrust harder and faster. He returned the favor by hungrily grasping her breasts, nibbling around her neck, and growling like an animal whenever he drove extra deep into her depths.

It wasn’t always comfortable. It didn’t offer much in terms of affection, either. But as crude or callous as it might have been, it had the desired result. Maxine climaxed hard under the weight of her ex-lover’s lust.

“Oohhh fuck, yeah!” she exclaimed when the feeling hit.

“Damn! You needed this more than me,” Jarrod commented, still balls-deep inside her.

“Shut up…and keep fucking me!”

That was not a smart thing to say for a man who had a bad habit of being rough with his lovers. But Maxine said it with the implicit trust that Jarrod knew her limits, as well as his own. He knew what she could take and what he could deliver. That trust was key to what made their sex so uniquely satisfying.

That first orgasm triggered a succession rough, raucous sex acts coupled with rough, aggressive gestures. Jarrod kept hammering away, groping and fondling her naked body – frequently dominating her with his strength and body weight. At one point, he even pinned her wrists by her head – rendering her completely vulnerable as he humped harder and faster, eventually culminating with a climax of his own. But even as she felt his thick cum fill her vagina, Maxine knew this was just the beginning.

“Come here, Maxi!” he said hungrily, just as he finished coming.

The next thing she knew, he was propped on his knees, holding her firmly by her hair, and shoving her head directly towards his crotch where his semi-hard penis awaited. Maxine offered no reluctance or resistance. Now drunk on the pleasure of their sex, she gave him a messy, but effective blowjob – demonstrating that her oral sex skills hadn’t waned since their last breakup.

As she slid her lips and tongue along the length of his penis, he soon became erect once more. Maxine then soon found herself bent over and pinned against the wall over the headboard of her bed – her butt presented to her aggressive lover. He pounced on her like an animal in heat, grasping her hips and re-entering her sex.

Again, their naked bodies rocked in a hard, ravenous rhythm.

Again, the exchanged aggressive, crude gestures of lust.

Jarrod cupped her breasts, bit her shoulder, and slapped her butt with more force than most men would dare. Maxine winced, but encouraged him with moans and profanity.

“Harder, you horny bastard! Harder!” she shouted.

Jarrod heeded her every word, vulgar as it might have been. He didn’t even let up when he left marks or welts on her naked skin. They were sure to sting in the morning. But that didn’t matter in the heat of the moment. Maxine ended up climaxing again, letting out that distinct moan he knew so well. It was both a benefit and a byproduct of the trust she’d placed in him. That made it seem even less healthy, but she was beyond caring at this point.

More ravenous sex followed. And Maxine made sure to reward Jarrod’s trust with some aggression of her own. After so much fervent humping, she let him catch his breath by getting on top and riding him cowgirl style. That didn’t just bring him to another climax. It allowed him to firmly squeeze her bouncing breasts and pinch her nipples – something he always appreciated.

Once he delivered another seminal load into her womb, they gave each other another round of oral sex – getting into a 69 position with her on top. It took a bit longer to get him hard again. But as soon as he was ready, they went right back at it – getting in the center of the bed and entwining their bodies once more.

They really pushed themselves, physically and sexually. Jarrod worked up a healthy sweat. And Maxine’s hair became messy and disheveled. A more balanced couple would’ve stopped or slowed down, but neither she nor Jarrod were inclined to throw in the towel – not until every last ounce of unhealthy lust had been exhausted.

Maxine didn’t bother keeping track how many times they did it or how long they went at it. By the time her body finally gave out, she was a sweaty, panting mess – lying on her side next to Jarrod, watching him splayed out on the center of the bed with his eyes close while catching his breath. The whole room smelled like sex – the air thick with that lurid humidity they knew so well. Even in a state of afterglow, he annoyed her by taking up so much of her bed. But she didn’t have the energy to berate him over it.

“That was…intense,” Maxine said, now dazed and drained.

“Yeah…intense,” said Jarrod, still panting heavily.

“It was also wrong. You know that, right?”

“Is it really?”

“It is! You and me…we’re not good for each other. Our entire relationship…the fighting, the breakups, and the sex…it’s not healthy.”

Jarrod was silent for a moment. He was rarely that talkative after sex. But he still cast her an understanding glance, not at all dissuaded by her disheveled state.

“You might be right. Hell, you probably are,” he conceded. “But like it or not, I know you…and you know me. I can trust you with things that I can’t trust with anyone else. And you can trust me too.”

“That’s still not healthy,” she retorted.

“I never said it was. But whenever we need something like this…unhealthy or not…it’s nice having someone like that in our messed-up lives. And the fact it makes for great sex…well, that’s just a nice bonus.”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a popular tip among relationship experts to scheduled regular sex. Enjoy!

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It used to be so constrained. Veronica Aguilar was a very affectionate person, by nature. She was also a very sexual person, by nature. She learned that about herself in high school. But in doing so, she also realized the challenges that came with pursuing such passions.

Having such traditional, uptight parents, it was challenging to talk about sex. It was even more challenging to actually pursue it, especially after inheriting her mother’s shapely feminine figure. Veronica still managed to rise to that challenge, finding creative ways to be intimate with her lovers.

Sometimes, that required lying about where she was and who she was with for extended periods.

Sometimes, that required making good use of any time in which her activities wouldn’t be scrutinized.

But for most of her adult life, Veronica was always being scrutinized by someone and not just her parents. She had been the first among her three siblings to go to college and actually graduate. She was also the first to actually find a stable job at a government think tank. Navigating all of that while still seeking the intimate company of others proved a difficult balancing act – one her friends, relatives, and younger sister often failed to manage.

It had been so stressful for so many years. But that was the past. Now, Veronica found herself in an unfamiliar, but intriguing position.

“I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow morning. Do you?” asked Alan Kruse, a dashingly handsome young man she’d met through a dating app.

It was such a simple question. Many men had asked it in some form, often flirtatiously and suggestively. And in every instance, Veronica had to give them a disappointing answer, even when she was very much in the mood.

But this time was different.

This time, she had no morning classes to attend, no exams to study for, and no job to get to at the crack of dawn.

For once, she could smile at this handsome man within her grasp and answer with complete honesty.

“Nope!” Veronica said proudly. “There’s no need to hurry.”

“Good,” said Alan with an excited grin, “because you strike me as a woman who values time…especially for moments like this.”

He drew her in closely and kissed her, snaking an arm around her waist while caressing the side of her face. Veronica purred softly and melted under his touch, her legs becoming weak and her inner thighs becoming hot.

It was a familiar predicament, being in the arms of an attractive man on a Friday night just outside his apartment. This wasn’t even her first time hooking up with Alan, but it was only their fourth official date. And they’d had sex after the second.

But that experience had a frustrating time constraint, having happened the night before her Aunt Anita’s wedding – once again requiring that they be mindful of her time, if only to avoid the risk of showing up disheveled in front of her family. It was still enjoyable, having convinced Veronica that Alan was a lover worth pursuing. Now, here was an opportunity to see how great sex could be when it didn’t have to be rushed or constrained.

“Let’s take this to your bedroom,” Veronica whispered seductively into his ear. “Let’s make some sweet, unrushed moments together.”

She sense Alan’s face light up without seeing it. He now knew that he was getting laid tonight and so was she. But unlike other overeager men she’d been with, he didn’t rush them up into his building and into his apartment. He just kept his arm securely around her waist and led the way, offering affectionate gestures to build up the mood between them.

That did make a difference. Because that mood escalated quickly.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered to him while on the elevator – and with three people in front of them, no less.

Alan replied with a tactful grin before giving her butt a light squeeze, a subtle way of letting her know he shared the sentiment.

They maintained that subtlety the rest of the way to his apartment. Even after entering with him, there was no sudden urgency to get naked, get in bed, and get down to their sexy business. She and Alen just kept kissing and embracing, enjoying the affectionate gestures that conveyed the extent of their desire to one another.

At one point, Alan still removed his jacket and kicked off his shoes. Shortly after, Veronica set aside her purse and slipped out of her heels. She knew where his bedroom was and how much noise they could make without upsetting the neighbors. But she didn’t agonize over how much or how little her family scrutinized her private life, nor did she concern herself with the hour of the night.

She and Alan let their bodies go on autopilot – their lust, desire, and affection guiding them for what awaited.

“I really need this,” Veronica said through a light gasp.

“And I’m happy to give it to you,” Alan replied.

She doubted he understood the subtext of her words. Just needing sex was one thing. Needing an unrushed, unconstrained experience with a good lover was something else entirely. Alan could only grasp that to a point, having come from a less traditional background with a family that didn’t give him a curfew on prom night. But he didn’t have to in order to make this feeling count.

Veronica let this handsome man embrace that feeling with her. Through their kissing and touching, they eventually did make it to his bedroom. They didn’t bother closing the door or excess tact – an unfamiliar feeling for her, having snuck more than one lover into her dorm room in college. They even dared to settle down somewhat, sitting down at the foot of his bed – her legs casually draped over his lap.

It was an odd feeling, not ripping off each other’s clothes to ensure they had enough time for the fun stuff. They had plenty of time. And Veronica intended to use it.

In that spirit, an idea came to her.

“Sit back,” she said to him. “I’m gonna strip for you.”

“Is that something else you need?” Alan asked coyly.

“It’s more like…something I’m happy to give to you, as well.”

The handsome man just kept grinning, leaning back on his arms to give her room to work. He had no idea how much she was acting on a whim or how unfamiliar these circumstances were for her. But she didn’t let it show. For all he knew, she gave a sexy striptease to every man she slept with.

Veronica let him make that assumption as she slipped off his lap, stood in front of him, and channeled her inner stripper. She’d once been to a strip club with some college friends of hers. She knew what it entailed. But with no loud music, drunk men, or elaborate outfits, she could do it her way.

“Look at me…watch me…think about all the wonderful ways we’re going to enjoy each other’s sex,” said Veronica in a sexually charged voice.

In her head, her favorite dance song started playing – the beat, the lyrics, and the rhythm echoing within her mind. She began swaying and dancing, showing off the feminine curves of her hips and the cleavage that her tight-fitting black dress barely contained. Even without music, Alan was entranced. He watched with an attentiveness that only further motivated Veronica.

Once she set the mood, she began peeling off her clothes. But she made it a point to go slowly and sensually, starting by pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulder and sliding it down her frame. Every bit of skin acted as a brief tease, followed by a greater reveal. By the time the dress was down at her ankles, leaving her in a simple pair of lace bra and panties, the air in the room felt noticeably hotter. And Alan clearly sensed it too.

“Damn,” he said under his breath as he took in her half-naked form.

Veronica grinned playfully and slipped back onto his lap, straddling his waist so that her pelvis grinded against his – allowing her to feel the growing hardness in his pants. She welcomed his touch on her newly exposed skin. She also invited him to join her in her unclothed state.

“Want my help getting out of those itchy clothes?” she offered.

“I wouldn’t mind in the slightest,” Alan replied.

Still leaning back on his arms, he kissed her lips softly and let her continue the erotic display. Like she’d done with her dress, Veronica was slow, yet thorough in undressing her lover – undoing each button of his dress shirt, gently guiding it off his well-toned upper body, and undoing the belt on his pants. He accommodated her every action, tossing the crumbled-up shirt across the room and lifting his hips so that she could get his pants off. Once down to his underwear, the extent of his arousal became clear and tangible.

“Enjoying the show?” Veronica asked coyly while glancing at his bulging erection.

“I certainly am,” Alan answered. “Although some parts of me are enjoying it more than others.”

“I can see that,” she said. “I too have body parts that are getting rather impatient.”

“There’s still no need to hurry.”

“I don’t plan to. But let’s not ignore our shared priorities.”

That was a creative way of saying they were both very horny and very ready for sex. Veronica’s mind might be eager to take things easy for once, but her body reminded her that she still had critical needs. And some needs required greater urgency.

The elaborate striptease gave way to more direct foreplay. She and Alan fell back on the bed together – kissing, touching, groping, and fondling one another in a sexually charged fervor. This quickly resulted in their underwear coming off – starting with Veronica’s bra, followed by Alan’s boxers, and ending with her on her back while he slid off her panties.

Once fully nude, the heat of their desire became more tangible. She could feel his hardened penis pressing against her, the manly flesh aching for her feminine warmth. And at one point, Alan slipped his hand between her thighs and lightly cupped her vulva, feeling the contours of her outer folds and the extent of her arousal.

“You’re so wet,” Alan said to her.

“You’re so hard,” Veronica said right back to him.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“Do it!” she said intently. “But please…take your time. Enjoy this with me.”

“I will. I promise.”

Many men made promises, especially in the presence of naked women. But Alan struck her as a man who valued keeping promises, especially when he had a naked woman within his grasp. She decided to trust that he would keep it. Whatever followed would be theirs to cherish.

This handsome, dedicated man set the right tone. He lightly grasped her hips, laid her in the center of the bed atop the covers, and got on top of her – aligning his naked body with hers, parting her legs and angling his hips in just the right way. Veronica was already breathing heavily, lightly grasping his neck as she planted her feet firmly on the bed, beckoning him with her eyes to enter her and fill this need.

Alan heeded this call, not diverting her gaze for an instant as he guided his hardened penis into her. The familiar feeling of fleshly penetration followed, sending equally familiar sensations coursing through her body. He went slower than usual, savoring every bit of her moist depths. And once their union was complete, a new feeling took over.

Desire turned to action.

Intent became real.

Veronica was having sex with this man, but without urgency or concern. It gave a distinct spirit to this intimate act she loved so much.

“Wow…” she gasped in daze.

“Yeah…wow,” Alan grinned as instincts took over.

His amazement was likely different from hers, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his promise. Their bodies now entwined, he began working his hips – humping, thrusting, and moving that manly from of his in a manner that perfectly complemented their shared want for this feeling. He quickly built up a rhythm, but didn’t let it get too rapid or rough. He took a quality over quantity approach to their sex, making every intimate enmeshing of their flesh count.

It was amazing.

It felt so good – better than Veronica could’ve imagined.

“That’s it! Ooh that’s it!” she gasped. “Just like that! Just…like…that!”

This was usually the part of sex where she let herself go – forgetting whatever constraints that bound her, ignoring whatever scrutiny she happened to be dealing with, and just enjoy this simple act of great pleasure. It was her way of rewarding herself for achieving the desires that the world seemed intent on tempering.

But this time, Veronica found herself taking in every minute detail of this experience. She kept her eyes wide open, even as Alan buried his face in her neck as their bodies rocked. And she eagerly trailed her fingers over every sinew of her lover’s back, matching the thoroughness of his efforts. This revealed a new dimension of sex and intimacy – a unique feeling that could only come with a focused, but unrushed mentality.

“This is it,” Veronica said under her breath. “This is the feeling I wanted…needed…craved.”

It wasn’t raucous, ravenous, or strenuous. The bed didn’t shake hard, nor did their bodies strain with the various thrusts, humps, and movements. Veronica was used to sex being such a workout. Going slowly and carefully allowed for a much more drawn out experience.

“Veronica…you’re incredible…beautiful…wonderful!” Alan panted.

She found herself smiling widely. Usually, when she had sex and things got intense, there would be a lot of dirty talk and profanity. She often encouraged it, matching every crude remark her lover said in the heat of the moment.

But there was something oddly refreshing about hearing such tame words from her lover. It nicely reflected a gentler, less crude brand of sex. That perfectly fit the tone of this act. Veronica supplemented it even more by wrapping her legs around his waist, adding some extra force to his thrusts, and whispering affectionate words right into his ear.

“Alan…you’re a man of your word,” she said to him. “I’m already…so close.”

Hearing this, he intensified the rhythm, but only slightly. Their naked bodies kept moving and grinding together, the inner muscles of her vagina tensing more as she neared her waiting climax. But rather than grab onto his shoulders as though he were the edge of a cliff, Veronica just closed her eyes and moaned deeply as she came.

It felt as good as any orgasm should feel.

It filled her with that familiar rush of pleasure – her toes curling, her lower body burning, and her heart racing as pure ecstasy flowed through her.

But there was something more satisfying to this feeling – an added level of awareness to its beauty that she had never been able to grasp. It didn’t just make for better sex. It was like finding a new world within a world.

“My God…” Veronica gasped.

“Easy there, beautiful,” said Alan, steading their bodies briefly. “Are you okay?”

It came off as a question in jest. But her beaming smile was dead serious. This man had no idea what he had just given her, beyond the simple pleasures of sex. But he didn’t need to understand. She just needed him to keep sharing in this moment.

“I’m more than okay…much more!” she answered.

Veronica kissed him deeply to further allay any concerns. He kissed back, happy to continue their sex. Having done his part to set the tone and mood, she offered to share the effort. And without saying a word, Alan accepted.

Her legs still wrapped around him, she rolled him over so that she was on top. From there, using her newfound leverage, she began riding him in a steady succession of sexual motions. Like him, she made every movement count – allowing him to enjoy the feeling while admiring her naked body. But even with that steady, unrushed pace, the pressure built quickly. He too was ready to climax.

“Veronica…I’m close too!” he gasped. “Almost…there…oh God!”

His release was a bit more vocal than hers. He let out that deep, masculine moan that Veronica found so erotic – grasping her hips, closing eyes, and soaking in ecstasy of the hot release that followed.

She just kept smiling down at him affectionately, lightly pawing his chest as she felt their hot sexual fluids mix inside her depths. It added to the overall feeling – intimacy, ecstasy, and affection all taking a real form. Veronica gladly savored it with him, even guiding his hands to her breasts while he processed the feeling.

While he caught his breath, she laid on top of him and casually kissed around his unshaven face. Alan kept grinning widely as he embraced her as well, the added depth of the feeling subsuming him as well.

“Sometimes…it’s good to take things slow,” he said distantly. “To really take time to be careful…thoughtful…and patient.”

“You have no idea,” Veronica found herself saying. “I sure as hell didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

Veronica bit her lower lip, not entirely realizing what she’d just said. It didn’t affect the mood or temper their naked embrace. But it was a reminder that she’d spent much of her life approaching sex with urgency and constraints. Now, she had a newfound appreciation for just enjoying the moment for all its worth.

“Nothing,” she said, already initiating a fresh round of foreplay. “Now, come on! I’m up for more sex if you are. After all…there’s no need to hurry.”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a popular tip among relationship experts to scheduled regular sex. Enjoy!

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The clock on the living room wall read 11:50 p.m. Janine Ultman knew time was working against them. Her husband and long-time lover, Bryce Ultman, knew it too. So, as soon as she walked through the front door, they had to act fast.

It didn’t matter that she was still in the overpriced work clothes she’d so diligently put on earlier that morning.

It didn’t matter that he had been home since six, patiently waiting for her in the raggedy sweatpants and muscle shirt he often wore this time of year.

They had both had a long week and had every excuse to just curl up in bed, fall asleep, and wait until morning to do anything. But none of those excuses mattered because tonight was Friday night. And Friday night was their sex night. Even with only ten minutes to act, they had no excuses.

“Sorry I’m late, hun,” Janice told him as soon as she entered the front door.

“Don’t apologize yet. We still have time,” Bryce told her, meeting her in the foyer before she could remove her coat.

“We’ll be cutting it real close,” she warned him.

“I’m up for the challenge if you are.”

“I’d hoped you’d say that.”

She cast him a knowing grin. He grinned right back at her, his hands already on her shoulders as she set her coat aside. Bryce had been sitting on the stairs waiting for her, clearly fighting off the urge to fall asleep on the couch. She’d texted him a half-hour ago, letting him know that her meeting ran late and traffic was terrible. She didn’t think she’d make it back in time to maintain this special tradition of theirs, but they still had a chance. And it was a chance worth taking.

Janice didn’t bother hanging her coat up. She even tossed her purse aside, not caring that her phone needed to be charged. Bryce was already setting the mood, standing so close that she could smell the cheap aftershave he’d used that same morning. And he was drawing her closer in a way that allowed their body heat to become entwined. That always seemed to get their passions flowing, among other things.

He commenced the act with a soft, but intimate kiss. Janice responded by deepening it quickly, twirling her tongue with his and pawing his chest with both hands. Her first instinct was to lead him up the stairs to their bedroom. But then, she saw the clock out of the corner of her eye.

It read 11:52 p.m. Time was running out.

“The living room,” Janice gasped.

Bryce responded with a deep, masculine moan. That was his way of letting her know she got the message. And with no hesitation, he grasped her hips with both hands and led her into the living room, which was only a few steps away.

During this brief trek, she and Bryce shed their clothes. His casual attire came off the quickest, but he helped her catch up, peeling off that fancy blouse, skirt, and stockings that had gotten so itchy after a long day at the office. It helped that he’d become quite adept at stripping her. It was just one of the many benefits of maintaining this intimate tradition of theirs.

“It’s 11:53,” Janice said just as he removed her panties.

“Plenty of time,” Bryce said as he admired her now-naked body.

That added touch of confidence was a hell of a turn-on. Janice felt her heart race faster as certain parts of her body heated up. Bryce further fueled that fire by lifting her up in his arms, hitching her legs around his waist, and carrying her towards the couch.

More intense kissing followed.

More touching, caressing, and squeezing followed.

The hot feeling of skin touching skin added to the growing arousal. Janice felt the hardened flesh of his penis rub against her inner thighs. It was perfectly aligned with the growing moistness between her legs. Together, they were pulling out all the stops with their foreplay, embracing and groping one another’s naked bodies in all the ways they loved.

Time might have been working against them, but their bodies and their passions kept up. And when the moment came, she and Bryce seized it.

“I’m ready,” Janice whispered seductive into his ear.

Her husband responded with actions rather than words. Still gripping her hips, he laid her down on the couch and hitched her leg up over his shoulder. He then angled his body with hers, aligning the tip of his hardened penis with the wet folds of her vagina. And with a focused thrust, he entered her.

“Oohhh yes!” Janice beamed.

They were doing it. Their sex had commenced and the clock hadn’t struck midnight. Bryce let out another deep grunt of contentment, savoring that sweet feeling of their flesh fully entwined. But just initiating the act before the end of their official sex night wasn’t enough. Bryce Ultman never stopped with the bare minimum. That was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him.

“Hold on, love,” he told her, that confident undertone showing again.

With an energy not typical of a man who’d endured such a long week, he made love to her with extra fervor. Every thrust was a little harder. Every movement was a little faster. He also fully utilized his extensive knowledge of her body, using his thumb to rub her clit in a very specific way and making those deep, masculine noises that drove her so wild.

It sent Janice’s sex and her desires into overdrive. A flood of hot, raw sensations coursed through her body, bombarding her with the sweet pleasures of lovemaking. He was pushing to the brink of orgasm, knowing full well that it usually took a while for her to build to that point. Janice pushed with him, shifting her body in conjunction with every movement, every thrust and contortion complementing the breadth of this act.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the clock read 11:58. Her heart raced faster and her body raced with it. She could feel an orgasm approaching, but it was still going to be close.

“Almost…there!” Janice gasped. “I’m so…so close!”

Sensing time running out, Bryce made the final push and shifted their bodies into a new position. He was now sitting in an upright position with her straddling his lap, both knees planted firmly by his thighs. Janice instinctively grasped onto his shoulders, her eyes locked with his, and began riding him hard.

She loved this position.

She loved just being able to vent her desires, working her hips while their genitals slithered sensually in a harmonious rhythm of flesh.

It was just what Janice needed to make it past that critical threshold. As she crossed it, sending her body past the point of no return, she dug her nails hard into her husband’s shoulder. And he caressed her face as that distinct orgasmic expression manifested before him.

“Ohhh Bryce!” she cried out.

“Jan…” he managed to get out.

Finally, they could stop rushing and just share in this powerful moment together. The rush of sensations shot through her body, that familiar orgasmic release washing over her. Her inner muscles throbbed, her back arched, and lower body shuddered in accord with every blissful wave.

She also felt Bryce climax with her. She felt his penis tense inside her just before releasing a thick stream of cum into her waiting depths. He’d clearly been holding back, just waiting for her to join him in this ecstasy that they shared on a weekly basis. Even though they shared it regularly, she and Bryce still cherished it. Because no matter what kind of week they were having, they always had something special to look forward to.

And just as Janice felt the orgasmic rush pass, she noticed the clock change from 11:50 p.m. to midnight. That made it official. They had met their deadline and maintained the special tradition of their sex night.

“We made it…just in time,” Janice said breathlessly.

“Yeah…cut it pretty close, though,” said Bryce, still holding her close as they shard a naked embrace

“But we did it! Friday night…is still our sex night.”

“And I intend to keep it that way,” he said with a confident grin.

“I love you,” she replie with a grin of her own.

“I love you too.”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a couple of lifeguards I saw flirting at a local pool. Enjoy!

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“This is so wrong. If I get caught, I’ll be in so much trouble,” said an anxious, but excited Dominic “Dom” Olson.

“You keep saying that. But you keep moving with such urgency,” replied Vivian “Viv” Powell as she flirtatiously leaned towards him, clutching his arm.

“That’s entirely your fault,” he quipped. “You’re the one who dared me to take advantage of my position as a lifeguard.”

“To be fair, you didn’t need that much convincing. I don’t think I even dared you to do this.”

“It was still your idea.”

“And yet you’re the one with the keys…leading the way at ten past midnight…your girlfriend by your side, feeling so restless.”

Viv’s every word was laced with deep, sensual undertones. Her seductive voice, coupled with her affectionate gestures, got Dom working feverishly to sift through the keys on his chain. That wasn’t easy when it was past midnight on a cloudy, muggy summer night in their quiet suburban neighborhood. It was the middle of the week and most houses were dark and quiet.

The community pool, which was located at the end of the block, was extra quiet. Dom knew for certain that nobody drove by after ten. He was intimately familiar with how the pool operated, having worked as a lifeguard there for four straight summers, going back to his senior year in high school.

Viv knew it too, having first met Dom while visiting the pool with some friends of hers that lived nearby. This was where she first asked him on a date. This was where they frequently met up when they weren’t working, studying, or navigating the daily grind of a couple of college students. But they had never met up in a situation like this…alone, late at night, and feeling bolder than usual.

“Found it!” Dom said under his breath, having finally located the key to the main gate.

“Hurry up and get it open,” Viv whispered seductively into his ear. “It’s so hot and muggy out tonight. These clothes are getting so itchy.”

Dom moved with superhuman reflexes to unlock the gate. The incentives of a horny girlfriend could do that to a man. As soon as it opened, they slipped in laughing and giggling like a couple of deviant teenagers.

“It’s so weird being here when it’s dark out,” said Dom as they made their way to the pool.

“I know, right?” said Viv as she looked out over the area with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to this pool kids being yelled at every half-second.”

“Trust me. Being a lifeguard, you can only get used to it so much.”

“All the more reason to enjoy the peace and quiet.”

Viv let go of his arm and approached the side of the pool near the deep end. The main clubhouse might have been dark, but the pool itself was lit by a series of underwater lights. The only sound that could be heard was the hum of the filters and pumps that worked after-hours during the week. Dom was usually responsible for cleaning those. That was one part of being a lifeguard he didn’t care for.

After tonight, he might not mind that task quite as much. Viv intended to give her boyfriend some fond memories of this pool that would help him through the rest of the summer.

“Well, so long as we have the pool all to ourselves…” said Viv as she kicked off her sandals.

“And wouldn’t you know it? We forgot our swimsuits,” laughed Dom as he did the same.

“And I forgot to wear underwear, as well,” she said casually. “Oh well! Guess we’ll have to swim naked.”

“Guess so,” he said with a mock-shrug.

Viv shed her clothes quickly, sliding the thin white tank-top she had on off over her head before slipping out of the jean shorts she’d thrown on less than a half-hour ago. She didn’t bother with underwear or a bra. She even shook her exposed butt at Dom, as if he needed more motivation at this point.

By the time she turned around, giving him a full-frontal view of her breasts and pussy, he was working feverishly to get out of his pants. Even in the poor lighting of the pool, she could see his penis becoming partially erect. He was getting ahead of himself, but their bodies and desires were on the same page.

“Come on in, handsome!” she said, gesturing with her finger. “You are still a lifeguard. That means you have to keep an eye on anyone using the pool.”

“Including my butt naked girlfriend?” he said.

“Especially your butt naked girlfriend!”

Viv laughed playfully as she jumped into the clear, warm water. It felt so good on her naked skin. Since the pool was heated, the temperature was perfect. It reminded her of a nice, lukewarm bath. But she was not looking to just float around and relax. She kept her eye on Dom, who now stood fully naked at the edge of the pool…his toned physique and tanned skin looking so appropriate for a lifeguard.

“Cannonball!” he called out before jumping in.

In an act unbefitting of a seasoned lifeguard, he splashed into the water just a few feet from where Viv stood. The resulting impact got her a face full of water. But her only retaliation involved more laughter while trying to splash him back.

That triggered a steady exchange of playful splashes as they swam about the area – chasing one another, groping one another, and occasionally sharing a deep, affectionate embrace. As good as the warm water felt, the feeling of his naked skin pressing against hers was even better. Even with the water level just above her chest, she could clearly see that generous endowment hanging between his legs. At one point, she felt it graze her thighs and the extent of his arousal became clear.

“Hey Dom…” she said to him within that embrace, her tone more serious and intense.

“Yes, Viv?” he said, matching her intensity.

“This is my first time skinny dipping. And I already like it!”

“I had a feeling you would,” he said as he slipped his hands down to her butt.

“I know we’re already breaking a lot of rules. But how much trouble would we be in if we made love right here…right now?”

Viv reached down between their bodies and grasped his penis as it floated within the water. He made that distinct noise he always made when she touched him in a way that made clear she wanted sex. And he responded, as he often did, by slipping his hand between her legs and lightly cupping the outer folds of her vagina.

“We would be in a lot of trouble…much more so than we already are,” said Dom.

“Would it be enough to dissuade you?”

“Nope! Not even close.”

He hot her a lustful, yet affectionate glance. Viv responded with a gaze of her own…a look that urged him to take her in that moment. He got the message and he acted on it with that distinct, manly bravado of his.

It started with a deep, hungry kiss…one full of messy tongue and swirling lips. Intense, aggressive foreplay followed. He hungrily guided his hands all over her naked body, paying close attention to her breasts, butt, and inner thighs. Viv answered by pawing his chest and rubbing her thigh against his groin, skillfully working her skin against the underside of his penis, causing it to stiffen even more.

Within this fervent embrace, Dom led her to the shallow end of the pool. They ended up in a corner near the stairs where most of the kids and elderly entered the pool. There, the water barely went up to their lower waist. No longer covered by the water, he became fully erect while the arousal between her legs further escalated.

Once she felt her back against the edge of the pool, Dom grasped her upper thighs and lifted her up. Their lips still locked, instinct took over and Viv threw her legs around his waist. And with his secure grip on her, he aligned her pelvis with his. As soon as she felt the tip of his dick glide against her outer folds, he carefully lowered her…allowing for the sweet, smooth penetration of her flesh with his.

“Dom…I feel you,” Viv gasped.

“Viv…” he said, already dazed by the feeling.

Few words were needed. Their bodies, their passions, and the raw sensations of their sex told them everything they needed to know in that moment. Viv drew him into another kiss. And Dom made perfect use of the setting, circumstances, and desires.

Under the cloudy night sky, she and Dom made love. Their wet, naked bodies bounced, rocked, and grinded to that special rhythm that could only come from this special dance. The water beneath them splashed and rippled each time she plunged downwards, the hardened flesh of his cock driving up into her tight folds.

Hot, wondrous sensations followed with each movement, mixing well with the warm water of the pool that still covered their bodies. It might have been wrong in the sense that they weren’t supposed to be there at this hour of the night. But that only added an extra thrill that made it feel so right.

Her chin now resting on his shoulder, Viv loudly and proudly moaned with pleasure out into the night. She even dared to be louder than usual, squealing with joy in ways that weren’t possible when they were trying to get intimate in crowded college dorms. There was something liberating about that, giving a new dimension to this intimate act.

Dom definitely felt it too. He was usually so intense and serious during sex. But this time, he was more energetic and playful than usual, laughing joyously with her as they went at it. They even moved around a bit in the water, having fun with how they splashed about in the water during their intimate movements. This unique, playful energy led Viv to the brink of orgasm. As it approached, she latched onto his shoulders and dug the balls of her feet into his lower back.

“Dom! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” Viv gasped, telling him with an intensity in his eyes.

That just strengthened his resolved. His grinned widely as he bounced her hips with more fervor, which helped send her over the edge. And once that sweet, orgasmic release washed over her, she closed her eyes and let out a cry of ecstasy to the heavans for all to hear.

“Oohhhh God yes!”

If anyone had even been close to the pool, they would’ve heard her. But at that point, Viv didn’t care. She didn’t care if someone came in and saw them both in the act. This moment was already so special, as well as very worth the risk.

But even after that wondrous release, their sex didn’t stop. Dom kept a firm hold on her, his desires still strong and his efforts not waning. He did slow down the pace of their sex so that she had time to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. But Viv kept him motivated, shooting a loving smile that could only be inspired by a great orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” she told him intently. “I want this. I want…you.”

Again, Dom answered with actions rather than words. He kissed and held her closely, their wet skin grinding smoothly through more heated movements. Gasps and grunts became more labored. Touching and pawing became more chaotic. It was getting more intense, as were the sensations…their minds and bodies working overtime to make this experience truly memorable.

The escalating sensations of their sex soon built towards a crescendo. Dom was getting close to climaxing. Viv could tell by the way every thrust and movement became more focused. She eventually found herself bent over the ledge of the pool with him standing behind her, grasping her waist and thrusting fervently into her.

His pelvis smacked rhythmically agaisnt her hips, splashing more water between them.

His rigid penis throbbed in anticipation, ready for his release.

He still sought to share this with her, reaching down between her legs at one point to provide a little extra stimulation to her clit. Dom knew her body well. He knew how to give her the extra push she needed to achieve another orgasm. As it approached, they eagerly shared this one together.

“Viv! Oh God! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna cum!” Dom grunted.

“Me too! Please, Dom…come with me!” Viv exclaimed.

A few more focused movements was all it took. This time, they cried out to the heavens together, loudly proclaiming the fruits of their lovemaking for the night sky to hear.

As the rush of the ecstasy washed over them, they arched their bodies and writhed to every glorious sensation. Inside her depths, Viv felt her lover’s cock throb as he filled her depths with his hot fluids. That extra feeling of warmth inside her helped supplement her own release, their bodies perfectly in synch as they shared in this feeling.

Whether by reflex or passion, Dom embraced her from behind and Viv leaned back so they could share another kiss. Even after their sex parted, they remained in that embrace…still wet, naked, and captivated by what they had just done and what they had just shared.

“I love you, Viv,” said Dom through labored breaths. “Whether we’re following the rules or breaking them…I love you.”

“I love you too, Dom,” she said. “I know you’re a lifeguard. I know following the rules is a big deal to you. And after tonight…I know my life and our love are in good hands!”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a few stories I heard on Reddit from people about some of their random hookups. Enjoy!

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Marianne Mason had been a good, upstanding woman for her entire youth. Being the oldest of five children in a prominent family, she set a high bar for her family and her community. That was what had been expected of her. In her small tight-knit community, her family held significant status.

Her father was a prominent businessman who was heavily involved in the local church.

Her mother was a teacher who also taught Sunday school.

Her aunt and uncle were very active in state politics, having managed multiple campaigns for some prominent conservative candidates.

This was Marianne’s world. And she was a byproduct of that world. She genuinely that that world was good, genuine, and honest. When her father said they lived by the morals she preached, she believed them.

Then, she learned the ugly truth. That was why she found herself in a crowded bar in a city 200 miles from her hometown at two in the morning.

“A true den of sin,” Marianne said upon entering. “It looks so…inviting.”

Her words would’ve horrified her just a few months ago. That was when she was still living in that world of lies, playing the part she’d been expected to play.

She had just graduated high school at the top of her class. She had just had a fairy tale wedding with Malcolm Grant, the son of a prominent church leader and aspiring conservative politician. Her parents basically set them up to be married in middle school. And she went along with it.

She didn’t know at the time that this was largely a power move by her father, hoping to establish a strong connection between her family and the Grants.

She didn’t know that her mother manipulated her principal at school to ensure they had classes together.

She also didn’t know that Malcolm Grant just happened to be a sex-crazed pervert who wanted to bed every woman he found marginally attractive.

“How could I have been that stupid?” Marianne asked herself.

That question had been echoing in her mind almost every day since she found out. Fittingly enough, it had been an accident. She had been planning her and Malcolm’s honeymoon with her mother. She had been using her own computer for the whole process. It just happened to look exactly like her mother’s, which she worked on constantly.

But one fateful morning, while sitting in the kitchen of her parents’ home, she accidentally opened her mother’s computer instead of hers. Whether by accident or negligence, her mother hadn’t locked it, nor had she minimized her browser.

That was when Marianne uncovered along string of email chains going back years. They included detailed conversations about what had been going on behind the scenes since she was in middle school and possibly before that. They all documented a level of deviance, hypocrisy, and lies that made her sick.

For one, her mother had been having multiple affairs – and with both men and women, no less. She was bisexual, despite being a prominent member of an anti-LGBTQ+ parents group.

Her father was just as unfaithful. He had no fewer than three memberships to prominent dating sites. And he had been sleeping with multiple women, including a few other married women within the community. There were even graphic photos of him and some of the women, revealing that her mother clearly knew. And she clearly didn’t care.

It quickly became clear that her parents marriage was not built on love, faith, and devotion. It was just a business arrangement. That alone was heartbreaking. It was what she learned about the rest of her community that made her sick.

“Preach high morals by day…live immoral lives every night,” Marianne said as she navigated the crowded bar. “Hypocrisy at its finest!”

The vitriol in her words did not do justice to her disgust. It was hard for any words to match her revulsion to the rest of what she discovered.

It included detailed records of how they’d covered up her finace’s decadence, which included sleeping with underaged girls and multiple charges of date rape that they somehow got thrown out. Suddenly, all those past moments when Malcolm attempted to kiss her and feel up her skirt made a lot more sense.

It convinced her that her promise to remain a virgin until her wedding night had been a stupid promise from the beginning. It also convinced her to file for divorce that same day. But if that weren’t bad enough, another series of emails and pictures showed how the rest of her community lived the values they preached.

By the time Marianne went through the whole thing, she realized just how many lies she had bought into. Hell, she had a hard time finding just one family in their community that didn’t have some sort of secret sex scandal, drug problem, or dark secret. She felt like a true fool for buying into the lies. That led her to make what felt like the first honest decisions she’d ever made.

She packed her bags and left Malcolm with little notice. She quit her summer job at the church and withdrew her application from the prominent private school she’d planned to attend in the fall. She also left a scathing note for her parents, along with a warning about password protecting their computer. Then, after making copies of certain files, she left town for the nearest city.

She still planned to file for divorce. She also planned to expose her family and her community for the hypocrites they were. But first, she was going to do something that would forever sever ties with the lies she’d bought into.

“Tonight, I’m going to get laid,” Marianne said to herself in the mirror less than an hour ago. “Tonight, I’m going to hookup with a guy. We’re going to have lewd, immoral sex. And I’m going to enjoy it!”

She sounded like a completely different woman when those words left her mouth. She looked like a different woman too, having dressed in the skimpiest, sluttiest attire she could find on sale at a local store. This was the kind of immodest attire she used to protest against in high school. She would flat out scold women who even thought about wearing such clothes.

Now, here she was, strutting through a crowded bar, showing off her legs, cleavage, and mid-drift like a common harlot. Nobody ever would’ve suspected that she was once the soft-spoken, upstanding daughter of a prominent family who had only ever had sex with her husband after their wedding.

But nobody needed to know those details. Marianne wanted every man in this bar to think she was just another skank looking to spread her legs for any guy interested in a hook-up. Naturally, it didn’t take long for some young guy with long greasy hair, a dirty shirt from a local college, and over-worn jeans to hit on her.

“Hey there, sexy!” he’d greeted her. “Why haven’t I seen you here before? And when can I see you somewhere else more private?”

It was not the smoothest pick-up line a man could’ve used. The man clearly showed his age. He couldn’t have been more than a few years out of high school. No man over the age of 27 was that immature when greeting a woman.

Most woman might have rolled their eyes and told him off. Instead, Marianne locked in on him and decided that this was the man she would hook up with tonight.

“How about this?” she replied. “You buy me one drink. Then, we go to my motel room across the street. That private enough for you?”

The guy’s face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. Chances are he’d tried lines like that before and hadn’t had much success. Being young and horny, he hadn’t refined his approach. But that didn’t matter to Marianne. Being young and horny was enough.

He agreed to buy her a drink. But before they started chatting, she made one thing clear.

“Don’t tell me your name. I don’t want to know your name. And I don’t want you to know mine. Follow that rule and your dick will thank you.”

Again, the man’s face lit up. He truly was at a loss. But thankfully, he didn’t second-guess it. He just grinned like a goofy guy bent on listening to his dick and went along. Before she knew it, their drinks were done and they were off to her motel room.

“I’m really doing this,” Marianne said under her breath. “I’m about sleep with a man I just met…whose name I don’t know…and I don’t even want to know.”

It was so wrong, immoral, seedy, and crude. But that was exactly what made it so exciting. Marianne had been told all her life to avoid this kind of behavior. She’d even shamed and shunned others who did it. Now, she was entering a motel room with an unnamed man, flirtatiously clinging to his arm and pawing at his chest. And he was blatantly feeling up her skirt to crudely fondle her butt. She used to scold Malcolm for it. This time, she gladly let him do it.

Months ago, this sort of thing would’ve disgusted her. Now, it was actually turning her on. That was unexpected. She even felt it between her thighs, a strong heat building up within her loins. She didn’t remember being this horny on her wedding night. Then again, that had been a formality. She just did what she thought a bride was supposed to do – not what she wanted to do.

That convinced her that this was going to be different.

“Don’t talk. Don’t overthink. Just fuck me!” she said to the man. “Fuck me like the horny slut I am!”

Again, Marianne couldn’t believe she’d said such crude words. And yet, they felt so right. Hearing it in her own voice even turned her on a bit more. And the man certainly didn’t complain.

“Well, if that’s what you want…” the man said before trailing off.

The man kept grinning like a horny idiot as they shed their clothes. They were not gentle, romantic, or affectionate. One minute, they were just pawing each other’s bodies like hungry animals in heat. The next, they were completely naked – his hands all over her breasts, butt, and thighs – and lying on the motel bed. It was a far cry from the nice, clean bed at the bed and breakfast when she lost her virginity on her wedding night. But that only encouragd Marianne to make this better.

“Do me! Do me, you horny bastard!” she said intently.

Like a reflex, the nameless man obliged. Without a hint of affection, faked or real, he got on top of her, pushed her legs apart, and aligned his pelvis with hers. And with a simple, crude thrust of his hips, he entered her – his erect, rigid penis slithering into her vagina in an act of blind lust.

In that moment, Marianne’s eyes widened with a mix of discomfort and excitement. She hadn’t had sex too many times after she got married. She hadn’t even pleasured herself, having bought into her pastor’s lessons about the sins of masturbation. But that same pastor got arrested three years ago for receiving oral sex from an underaged boy. That told her all she needed to know about such lessons.

By casting them aside, the act already felt different. Whereas her nervousness caused discomfort during her wedding night, the initial sensations of penetration quickly gave way to a new pleasure.

“That…feels good. It feels…really good,” she said under her breath.

The feeling evolved quickly as their naked bodies started moving. Her nameless hook-up didn’t bother with finesse or technique. He just started humping and thrusting, using her for blind lust as much as she was using him.

“Damn!” the man grunted on. “You’re so hot and tight!”

If only he knew that this was her first time being so reckless with sex, freely and openly embracing her lust.

If only he knew he was only the second man she’d ever slept with, the first being a liar and a fraud who only went through the motions when it came to pleasing his wife.

That was still Marianne’s secret to keep. And as the sex unfolded, the true breadth of this new feeling took hold. Once she let go of any notion of propriety and traditional morals, it didn’t just feel good. It felt exhilerating.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! That’s it! That’s what I want” Marianne proclaimed with such glee.

What unfolded next was an overdue venting of lust, desire, and pent-up frustration. She wrapped her legs around his waist, raked her nails down his back, and licked around his ear as they humped, grinded, and undulated to every bit of exertion. The man winced a few times, but did not complain. He even seemed to like having his earlobe nibbled. That proved quite effective at motivating him.

As their sex played out, their movements got more chaotic. Unlike her wedding night, Marianne didn’t restrict herself to the missionary position – the only position deemed proper for sex by her community. They rolled around on the bed, ruffling the sheets and going at it in a variety of ways. She quickly discovered she liked being on all fours while being fucked from behind. The feeling of her breasts swaying while his balls slapped against her pelvis – that just did something to her that made her squeal in delight.

She also enjoyed being on top. She enjoyed riding a man’s cock, making her breasts bounce while he looked up at her in awe. It was goofy, immature awe. But Marianne still appreciated it, offering a flirty smile that got him thrusting a bit harder along the way.

Along the way, the sensations and feeling escalated. Small shivers of pleasure built up inside her, like ripples reinforcing one another with each sensual motion. She had felt this too on her wedding night, but only to a point. By the time she was on top, she had long since passed that point behind.

The end result was a powerful, hot, and incredibly satisfying orgasm. And that pleasure – that rush of heat that washed over her, causing her to close her eyes and cry out in delight – was a revelation.

“This is it…a real orgasm. This is how sex…good, satisfying sex…is supposed to feel. This…is what they tried to deny me.”

That profound feeling gave more weight to this random hookup than Marianne ever could’ve imagined. She wished she could’ve seen the look on her face – her O-Face, as it was called. She probably looked ridiculous, as though she had just discovered the joy of orgasms by accident. Perhaps that was fitting. It seemed oddly poetic, given what led her to this point.

Her climax left her in such a daze that she went on a sexual autopilot while the rest of the decadent act played out. Somehow, the final position ended with her on her back again, her legs hitched over the man’s shoulders while he thrust into her with extra fervor to get himself to the brink.

“Getting…real…close!” he grunted, his face tensing in anticipation.

When he reached his peak, it was somewhat chaotic. Just before he climaxed, he withdrew his cock from her vagina and aimed his throbbing member at her chest. Then, with a deep, satisfied grunt, he released his seminal fluid all over her breasts.

Marianne was a bit surprised at first and not just because pulling out was another one of those acts her pastor deemed immoral. The man shot out an impressive volume of fluid – thin ropes of cum splattering over her breasts, some of which reached her face. It was neither romantic nor intimate, but the sheer joy on the man’ face made it satisfying. She must have been possessed by some new spirit of debauchery because she ended up licking some of the fluid up with her tongue.

“Mmm…salty,” she found herself saying.

A strange sense of calm and contentment came over them afterward. The man whose name she refused to know let out a satisfied sigh and collapsed on the bed next to her. He didn’t even attempt to cuddle or embrace her. He saw her as just a meaningless fling and so did she. And as Marianne lay next to him – naked, disheveled, and reeking of sex – a new perspective came over her.

“No more lies. No more hypocrisy. No more fake morals, unnecessary restraint, and false piety. I had a meaningless hook-up and liked it. I had sex and enjoyed it. Moving forward, I build my own life. And I’ll make damn sure it’s satisfying!”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by a notification I got about a high school reunion. I didn’t enjoy high school and I imagine many others didn’t, either. Hopefully, this story helps in some small way. Enjoy!

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“Here we are…Ridgeway High School…for the first time in ten years,” mused Lorilee “Lori” Ming.

“It’s remarkable,” said her fiancé, Lance Marlow. “The old nightmare factory has changed, but not too much.”

“Not nearly enough, from the looks of it.”

“I want to say it made us strong, but…”

Lance’s words trailed off. He just kept staring back at the structure he once dreaded, squeezing Lori’s hand tightly and holding her closer. She squeezed back, needing no further reminders of what they experienced at Ridgeway High School. The memories were still so vivid.

She and Lance did not have an ideal youth. It wasn’t entirely because of their experience in high school, but those years were the ultimate manifestation of so many hardships. When she was ten-years-old, her parents split up after multiple acts of cheating and several violent outbursts from her father. Finding out her older sister was fathered by another man certainly didn’t help, either.

Lance’s circumstances weren’t much better. He didn’t even know who his dad was. His mother also couldn’t confirm the biological fathers of his two siblings, Dana and Marleen. That didn’t stop her from conning several men into paying her child support. But it did hinder her ability to be the kind of caring mother he needed, especially after he endured a number of health problems as a kid.

Their troubled home life eventually bled into high school and in all the wrong ways. Between his health issues and his mother’s reputation as the town harlot, he was an easy target to pick on. Lori became a target too after a series of public outbursts that closely mirrored her parents. It didn’t take much to set her off. And some of her mischievous peers thought it was funny to push her buttons. Something as simple as a snide remark about her hair was all it took.

“This place brought out the worst in us,” Lori said under her breath. “I hate what it made me. And I hate how I dealt with it.”

She turned to her fiancé and buried her face in his shoulder, hiding the light sobs that overcame her. Lance remained stern and strong, as he often did during difficult times. It was one of the many traits that drew her to him. While they didn’t start dating until after high school, they both knew each other. And they understood and appreciated one another’s plight.

She and Lance watched one another endure years of frustration, mishaps, and emotional damage. They also watched one another hit rock bottom. Lance had an emotional breakdown his senior year when he made himself sick on purpose in hopes of losing weight. Lori managed to get herself suspended after another violent outburst against someone who joked about her sisters. They actually first connected in the principal’s office that day. It ended up being a major turning point because that was when they started turning their lives around.

“Surviving this place was a necessary step,” said Lori. “Meeting you was an unexpected twist.”

“And a damn good one,” said Lance. “That might have been the first lucky break in my life to that point.”

“I’d say better late than never, but that would be insensitive.”

“Wouldn’t make it any less accurate,” he said with a weak smile.

Lori smiled back, hiding more sobs. Looking away from the school and towards the man she loved, the less bleak parts of her life came into focus.

It started with therapy. Lori had to undergo a lot of therapy to confront and deal with her many personal issues. Lance went through therapy too, but he also committed himself to being less sickly. Getting away from his mother and her abusive nature certainly helped. But he also had to work with doctors and trainers to lose weight, get off old medications, and improve his health.

While they were going through this process, they attended the same community college. That was where they started dating. They actually watched one another improve from the complete mess they’d been in high school, eventually becoming functional adults – a feat few in their graduating class thought was possible.

It still took years to build better lives for themselves. It wasn’t until Lance secured his job as a social worker that he proposed to her. And Lori accepted, even before she landed a full-time job as a paralegal. It might have been easier for both of them to just forget the awful years they spent at Ridgeway High School completely. That was certainly their preferred recourse.

Then, they got an invitation to their ten-year reunion. And instead of throwing it away, they both agreed to confront this horror. They even traveled back to their hometown, arriving the day before the festivities – just to take in and process the scene before them.

“I’m kind of glad we’re doing this,” Lance said, breaking the silence.

“Kind of?” Lori said with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t like revisiting these painful memories. And I certainly don’t like being somewhere that made me so miserable,” he explained. “But at the same time…this is something we had to confront.”

“I don’t know that we had to,” she retorted, “but I see where you’re coming from. It does feel oddly therapeutic.”

“We can never undo the hardships we endured. And there’s only so much we can do to deal with the memories,” Lance went on. “But because of this place, I met you. And now we’re about to build a life together.”

Lori had to fight more sobs at such a tender sentiment. But she didn’t mind losing that fight.

“That’s…a beautiful thought, Lance,” she said, wiping away some tears. “It almost seems inappropriate for a place like this.”

“That gonna keep you from kissing me?”

“Hell no!”

She smiled warmly and he smiled back. He then embraced her tightly and gave a deep, affectionate kiss on the lips. Lori gladly returned the gesture, letting some of the pent-up emotions flow freely.

Being back at Ridgeway High School was difficult. They had visited the campus a day early just to give themselves a chance to process it all. Even though it brought back many painful memories, there was something profound about returning together. They had gone from two very broken individuals with many personal problems to an engaged couple, preparing to move forward with their lives instead of just healing from the past.

In that same moment, and within this powerful gesture, another bold feeling came over Lori. While kissing and embracing her finance, her eyes glanced briefly to the nearby football field, which was often empty this time of year. She then started kissing Lance deeper and with a more sensual undertone, her gestures sending clear, unambitious signals about what she desired.

“Umm…Lori?” Lance said, breathless as their lips parted, but their bodies remained close.

“Do me, Lance,” said Lori in a blunt, but impassioned tone. “Do me right now…on the 50-yard-line…for this school we both hate.”

That came off as more aggressive than she’d intended, but the grin on her fiancé’s face still widened. And while Lance was usually one to overthink an opportunity like this, he gladly made an exception.

“Meh. What’s the worst they could do? Suspend us?” he joked.

“They might still try,” she quipped. “So let’s make sure it’s worth it!”

They both laughed. They then kissed again, their embrace and gestures becoming more playful. But with the sun rapidly setting over the campus, Lori knew they had to move with urgency. So, with renewed energy and purpose, she latched onto Lance’s arm and led him towards the football field.

They moved swiftly and with purpose, sharing more excitement in that moment than they had since the day they left this accursed high school. Arriving at the football field, more memories came rushing back – memories of cheering classmates, raucous games, and meaningless school spirit. Neither one of them had a chance to enjoy the more typical rigors of adolescence. The school and their peers had robbed them of that.

Now, they were getting back at them in their own special way.

“Right here! Right on the school logo!” Lori said, practically tugging at Lance’s arm.

“Ground zero for Ridgeway pride? I love it!” he said.

“Shut up and start stripping, love.”

Lori led by example, swiftly slipping off her T-shirt, undoing her bra, and sliding out of her shorts. Lance caught up, getting his shirt and pants off almost as fast as he did the night he proposed to her.

She was down to her panties. He was down to his boxers. Standing with him in the middle of this field filled her with a strange kind of energy – the kind that quickly morphed into a strong arousal between her legs. Sharing that energy, Lance took her in his arms once more and laid her down atop the neatly cut grass. He then proceeded to make out with her like the horny teenagers that once populated this school.

“Kiss me…touch me…do everything the health teachers told us not to do!” said Lori.

Lance snickered, letting out one of those deep, masculine grunts he knew drove her wild. He drove her even more wild with some skilled, targeted foreplay.

He caressed her breasts, licked around her nipples, rubbed his thigh between her legs, and let the weight of his body press down against hers. It was more than enough to send Lori into a sexual frenzy, her heart and her loins in overdrive at the prospect of making love to Lance in such a bold setting.

It led her to reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, freeing the growing erection they had barely contained. He returned the favor by slipping off her panties, leaving them both completely naked and completely exposed in this very open field. It added an element of danger to their sex. It also inspired Lori to take a very specific approach.

After a bit more of heavy foreplay, she shifted their bodies into a new position.

“Here…I’ll suck you off. You eat me out,” Lori said.

“Our health teacher definitely advised against this,” Lance commented.

“Which is why we should do it and enjoy it!”

Lance offered no argument. He gladly followed Lori until they were lying on their sides in a prefect 69 position – her facing his erect penis and him facing her engorged vagina. Nature must have been cheering them on because a warm breeze blew over the field, as if to encourage them to keep going. They gladly got the message.

Lance made the first move, pushing her thighs apart and burying his face in her womanhood. Lori made the next, grasping the base of his cock before enveloping his length between her lips. A succession of purrs and grunts followed, their naked bodies shifting and writhing together at the pleasure they evoked in one another.

It was beautifully harmonious while also being undeniably raunchy. This was reckless and probably illegal. But that didn’t stop them. It just motivated them to go the extra mile.

“Sucking a dick…getting my pussy eaten out…and enjoying every goddamn minute of it! And at a place that made me miserable for four years!”

The enthusiasm and energy really showed. Lori sucked harder and faster than she usually did when giving oral pleasure to her lover. Lance matched her every step of the way, plunging his tongue into her womanly folds and stimulating all the sensitive areas he knew so well. It might have made more sense to save this kind of passion for their honeymoon. But this felt like it would be more fulfilling in the long run.

Their shared efforts showed in the results. Lori felt Lance’s cock become fully erect between her lips. She was also very wet between her legs, ready for sex and not the gentle kind. Their bodies were on the same page. It was just a matter of who would make the next move.

“Take me,” Lori said through another breezy gust.

Like a reflex, they repositioned themselves again. Lori laid on her back again and Lance got on top of her. She then spread her legs, wrapped them around her waist, and drew him closer as they aligned their bodies for sex. Their eyes now locked – their gaze a mix of boldness and passion – Lori urged him to complete this reckless act.

With a thrust of his hips and a subtle shift of hers, they did it. Lance entered her waiting depths with his hardened flesh, penetrating her moist folds so smoothly and easily. Their flesh now entwined, they started moving together – making love to one another – indulging in this sweet feeling in a domain that had brought them so much misery.

“We’re doing this, Lori. We’re really…really…doing this,” Lance panted in between movements.

“Yes, Lance! We’re doing this!” she exclaimed. “We’re making love…right here…at Ridgeway High School!”

From there, an outpouring of pent-up emotions mixed perfectly with a familiar passion. The desire to make love and the desire to confront old demons converged in this reckless, but exhilarating act of intimacy. It was also quite energetic and heated.

Every thrust of the hips was more fervent and focused.

Every undulation was more intense, their naked bodies moving with greater purpose and poise.

Lance treated it like a retort to everyone in high school who made fun of him for being overweight and out of shape. Now, here he was making love to his beautiful fiancé with an intensity that would leave most men winded. Lori eagerly encouraged him, moaning loudly and joyously as he stimulated her innards with his ravenous humping. She raked her fingers down his back, moved her hips in conjunction with his, and showered him with messy, affectionate kissing.

It was wild, but in the best possible way. Together, she and Lance laughed, moaned, and gasped into the dusk of the warm summer night. They also mixed it up along the way, rolling about on the well-cut grass of the football field, making love in various positions. At one point, Lance flipped her onto all fours and thrust into her from behind. He also lightly pulled her hair back while squeezing her butt, something he knew drove her wild.

And as she took in this feeling, Lori looked back towards the school with a mix of bliss and disdain.

“You seeing this, Ridgeway?” she shouted at the building. “I’m back! I’m naked! And I’m fucking my future husband on your football field! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

Lori kept repeating that vulgar mantra as she shifted her torso upwards, which allowed her to reach down to her pelvis and fondle her clitoris through the motions. Lance reached down and helped, placing his hand atop her and applying some extra pressure.

That, along with her vulgar insults to the school, helped send her over the edge. And she achieved orgasm in a way she would not soon forget.

“Oohhhh fuck yes!” Lori shouted.

She made sure she was still staring at the school, as though she wanted to ghosts of her high school years to see her O-Face. She grinned with extra glee, biting her lower lip and arching her back as waves of pleasure rocked her body from within.

It felt so good, like many of the other orgasms she’d enjoyed with Lance. But having it here in a place that gave her so much misery just made it feel even better.

It was a feeling she wanted Lance to enjoy as well.

“You’re turn, love!” Lori said, still beaming from the ecstasy.

She took charge of their lovemaking. It almost caught Lance by surprised. His eyes widened with surprise as she turned around, pinned him on his back, and mounted him like an animal in heat. But a smile never left his face. And that smile widened even as she straddled his waist, lowered herself back down onto his sex, and started riding him with focused intent.

“Oh God! Lori…so beautiful,” Lance gasped.

It must have been quite a sight, watching her ride him with the light of the setting sun in the background. She made sure to give him plenty to admire, grasping his waist and dancing atop him in a special lover’s dance. She even squealed with delight as he reached up to fondle her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples again as she guided him to his share of the ecstasy.

His grunts and gasped intensified.

Lori sensed he was close, feeling his manhood tense inside her depths in anticipation.

She watched with playful affectionate as his expression tensed in anticipation of his release. She leaned over, steadied her movements, and gave him something to focus on for that final push. When the feeling hit, he let out a cry of elation that echoed throughout the campus.

“Ohhh fuck yeah!”

His choice of vulgar proclamations was so fitting. Lori snickered under her breath while still caressing his face, watching as her lover took in the pleasure.

She felt his body shudder under her, his hardened flesh throbbing inside her as he filled her womb with his hot seed. The warmth that followed perfectly complemented the evening breeze that washed over the field. While Lance processed his bliss, she took his hands in hers and held them close to her chest.

“I love you, Lance,” she told him.

“I love you too,” Lance replied. “I love you as much as I hated high school.”

“And that…is how I know our love is special.

“Special enough to make tomorrow’s reunion bearable?”

“Definitely!”

Lori grinned at her future husband and he grinned back. They then kissed before parting their flesh. However, they were in no hurry to get dressed. They opted to linger in the afterglow, curled up on the 50-yard-line to further cement this moment into their memories.

Life had not been easy. Their experience at Ridgeway High School was a uniquely dark time for them. But they endured. They found each other. And after ten years of rebuilding their lives, they returned to the site of that darkness. They couldn’t undo everything that made high school so awful. But they could lay the foundation of something better.

And that was exactly what they did on the 50-yard-line in their own special way.