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The following is a sexy short story about trust, taking chances, and believing that people can be decent and loving, even in sexy moments. I think it’s an important message that’s worth affirming every chance we get. Enjoy!

“Never trust men. They have too many reasons to use you.”

Sharon Kena had heard that mantra from her mother all her life. It was one of the first lessons she’d taught her as a kid and she belabored it every chance she got. It didn’t matter who she met or what she did. The message was always the same.

“Avoid men at every turn. If you can’t, make sure you use them before they use you.”

She said it so often that Sharon hadn’t given it much thought in recent years. She made it through high school without dating any men and none of her current friends were men. Sharon still dealt with them, but even the slightest interaction with a man was enough to draw scrutiny from her mother. At one point, she made a scene at an airport when the flight attendant made her sit next to a middle-aged man on a trip to visit her grandmother.

As mortifying as moments like that were, Sharon understood her mother’s sentiments to some extent. She knew, as well as everyone else in her family, that she had a bad history with men. Her father ditched her when she was a baby, her uncle abused her, and every man she’d ever dated found some way to hurt her.

Sharon’s own father was probably the one that went too far. He’d been so nice to her, treating her mother better than any of the abusive assholes she’d dealt with before. He was older, but claimed to love her. It wasn’t until her mother got pregnant that she found out she was just his mistress. Her father actually had another family across the state, complete with a wife and three kids. His wife apparently let herself go and he just wanted to sleep with a woman under 150 pounds.

Her father had used her mother and essentially abandoned her, even after she was born. Sharon was perfectly fine keeping him out of her life entirely, but he’d left such a deep scar on her mother that she went out of her way to inoculate her from such men. For the most part, she succeeded.

However, there was always that gnawing curiosity in the back of Sharon’s mind. Were all men really that bad? As much as her mother belabored that point, a part of her just couldn’t leave it at that.

“So…you want to come up and see my apartment?” Sharon asked in the most seductive tone she could muster.

“Boy, you sure like to skip ahead, don’t you?” replied the surprised, but intrigued young man in her presence.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Hell yes!” he said with a cocky grin. “For a girl as pretty as you, I’ll skip all the steps you want.”

Sharon replied with a half-hearted laugh. It couldn’t have been that convincing, but Chris Chadwin didn’t strike her as the kind of guy who cared. Why would he? He was about to get laid.

As Sharon latched onto his arm and led him up to her fourth-floor apartment, she could hear her mother’s voice echoing in her head, yelling at her to throw Chris out the nearest window. She was about to do something her mother urged her to avoid at all costs. She was going to willingly have sex with a man she barely knew, didn’t care for, and wasn’t even that attracted to. It was the antithesis of everything she’d been taught, but Sharon had already made her choice.

“I’m taking a chance, for once.”

That was what she’d told herself that afternoon, less than two hours before she accepted Chris’ offer to join him for happy hour at a bar not far from where she lived. It hadn’t been the first time he flirted with her. He wasn’t even the only woman he flirted with. He was just the easiest man to hook up with and that was all Sharon needed.

He was already getting frisky. As they ascended the stairs, he slipped his arms around her waist and playfully kissed her neck. Sharon didn’t care much for neck-kissing, but she appreciated the intimate grasp. The feeling of two powerful arms wrapped around her from behind was surprisingly arousing. It shouldn’t have been, given the influence of her mother, but it was.

“It’s just down the hall,” Sharon told him after ascending the final round of stairs.

“Lead the way, beautiful,” Chris said playfully.

He must have thought he’d charmed her perfectly. He had no idea of her true intentions and she had no plans to tell him. If Chris knew his actions that night might confirm or discredit everything she thought about men, then she wouldn’t be taking a chance.

Sharon chose to hook up with Chris because he was the kind of overly-macho flirt that her mother warned her about. He was a sophomore at the nearby community college who spent his weekends cruising bars, looking for pretty girls to get with. Some of the other girls who worked at the same software company as her had shared sordid stories about their encounters with him. Some showed regret. Most just shrugged him off as an arrogant meathead.

Whatever they thought of Chris, he still had a reputation as a guy who got more women than most. Despite not being exceptionally attractive or accomplished, he somehow managed to convince plenty of women to sleep with him. He never pretended to seek anything romantic, either. He was just a horny guy who wanted to have meaningless sex with pretty girls.

That fact, alone, didn’t surprise her. It was consistent with at least some of what Sharon’s mother warned her about. What still bugged her was the bigger implications.

Did he really just want to use her the same way he’d use a tissue to blow his nose?

Was she just a pair of breasts, a nice set of legs, and a pussy to him?

Did he only care about getting off and ditching her for his next sexual conquest?

Those were just some of the questions that Sharon sought to answer. All her life, she had only her mother’s answers to go on. For once, she wanted to answer those questions for herself. It meant putting herself at risk, but for her own peace of mind, she needed to find them on her own.

“We’re here,” Sharon told him upon arriving at her apartment door.

“Finally!” Chris said, still embracing her from behind. “These pants are getting really tight.”

“I think I can help with that,” she quipped, “so long as you return the favor.”

“Oh, don’t you worry!” he said boldly. “When it comes to ladies and favors, I know how to prioritize.”

His bravado was obnoxious, but the sentiment was endearing. Sharon even managed a genuine smile, if only to give Chris incentive to honor his word.

She could already tell he was plenty motivated. With the way he rubbed up behind her, she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing up against her. He was horny, that much was clear. He wanted sex and he wasn’t afraid to be crude. Sharon was willing to tolerate that, provided he didn’t confirm too many of his mother’s warnings.

Upon entering her apartment, she didn’t waste time. Before she could second-guess her choice, she led him into her bedroom. There, she finally turned around and let every reckless whim guide her.

“Want to help me get out of these itchy clothes?” she asked him.

“Of course!” Chris said eagerly. “Isn’t that what a gentleman does?”

Ignoring, for the moment, how little he had in common with a traditional gentleman, Sharon let him strip her as they made their way to the bed. He was surprisingly courtesy in that he didn’t rip her clothes off like her mother said men would if she gave them the chance. He was almost gentle in how he slid her pants down her legs, even teasing her feet as he laid her down on the bed.

“Simple, brand-name underwear,” he commented up on seeing her in her bra and panties. “I like it!”

“You probably say that to all half-naked women,” Sharon said.

“You’d be surprised.”

He might have been right about that, but Sharon tried not to overthink the situation. She just watched as Chris shed his clothes, as well, removing everything but his boxers. He then joined her on the bed, getting on top of her gazing upon her with a lust she’d been taught her whole life to avoid.

“You ready for the main course? Or do you need some appetizers?” Chris asked, sounding like every bad porno she’d ever seen.

“It’s uh…been a while for me,” Sharon told him. “I might need a little extra care.”

“No problem!” he said confidently. “I don’t mind going the slow and steady route.”

Sharon replied with a flirtatious grin, hiding the fact that she had never let a man touch her in such an intimate way. For much of her life, the thought of letting any man put his hands on her like that was abhorrent. She had to set all that aside, if only to give Chris – and men, as a whole – a fair chance.

It wasn’t like she had avoided all sexual activity. Her mother – most likely in an effort to keep her away from men – actually bought her a vibrator when she was a teenager. She even let her watch porn, although she only tolerated lesbian porn. In her youth, that had been plenty stimulating. She’d even had a sexual relationship, of sorts, with a lesbian woman at one point.

Even though her mother had been vocal with her approval, something about it just didn’t feel complete. It was as though she’d only ever explored half of her desires, at most. At time went on, men found their way into her sexual thoughts, so much so that she couldn’t shut them out.

Chris wasn’t the first man that had evoked sexual feelings in her. He was just the most convenient way to explore those feelings. In her mind, if she could still experience pleasure with a man after everything her mother had done to demonize them, then that would go a long way towards proving her wrong.

“Just lie back and let me work my magic,” Chris said as he guided her to the center of the bed. “I think you’ll find I know my way around the female body.”

“That…would be surprising,” she said under her breath.

Despite all the factors urging her to do otherwise, Sharon went along with the horny man’s lustful request. She soon found herself lying flat on her back, resting her head on her pillow, as Chris got on top of her and went to work.

It started with a simple make-out session, his lips smothering hers with his sensual hunger. Somewhere, along the way, he removed her bra and trailed his lips down her body, paying extra attention to her breasts. He kissed her exposed flesh, again showing a surprising amount of care. He wasn’t trying to devour her as much as he was trying to savor her exposed flesh.

At first, it felt strange. Before long, though, it felt good.

“Mmm…you taste good,” Chris said, his voice muffled by her breasts.

Sharon replied with light moans, but didn’t completely succumb to the same lust. However, that quickly changed after he removed her panties and got his first taste of the tender womanly flesh between her thighs.

“Ooh!” Sharon gasped.

“Whoa!” he said. “It has been a while for you.”

He had no idea and Sharon didn’t intend to let him know. She’d presented herself as someone who regularly took guys up to her apartment and fooled around. She needed Chris to believe that in order to make all the risks worthwhile. Near as she could tell, he wasn’t overthinking the situation.

He was just touching and tasting her naked skin, as though it were a succulent treat. After tossing her panties aside, his gaze narrowed on her inner thighs. She even noticed him licking his lips in anticipation.

“That’s a nice-looking pussy you have there,” he commented. “Mind if I have a taste?”

“Please,” Sharon said, as though it were the most polite thing in the world.

With a dazed, but eager look on his face, the young man pushed her thighs apart with both hands and indulged in her womanhood. His eagerness, alone, surprised her. Sharon had been led to believe that men only liked receiving oral sex and rarely gave it. Even if Chris was an outlier, there was no denying his demeanor. He was a man and he enjoyed eating a woman’s pussy out.

That was jarring enough, but Sharon didn’t care. His efforts did exactly what she needed him to do. He was not too coordinated. He wasn’t overly-thorough, either. That didn’t matter, though. Chris showed he knew enough about female anatomy to get her juices flowing in ways that directly countered her mother’s warnings.

“Ohhh yeah!” she moaned. “That…that feels good.”

“Mmm…you almost sound surprised,” he teased, briefly looking up from her inner thighs.

He had no idea how big a deal it was for her. The idea that a man actually enjoyed something that gave a woman direct pleasure just didn’t fit with her mother’s narrative of men being selfish pigs. While her mother would’ve argued that Chris had only gone down on her to ensure he got what he wanted, Sharon couldn’t accept that something that felt so good could be that selfish.

As enjoyable as it was, she picked up on Chris’ secondary agenda. While giving her oral sex, he’d been pleasing himself as well, getting his manhood nice and hard. It was the most effective act of multitasking she’d seen in any man to date. Regardless of how her mother viewed men, Chris proved that they could stay focused when motivated.

“God, I love the taste of a hot, moist pussy,” said Chris after giving her outer folds one last lick.

“I love that you love it,” Sharon teased. “Your generosity is…appreciated.”

“Just doing what I got to do to make the next part easier for both of us!”

With a curt grin, as if to flaunt his manliness, he rose up and removed his boxers, revealing a fully-erect penis that looked ready to enter a willing vagina. Her mother once told Sharon that any penis attached to a man was inherently repulsive. Chris might not have been the most attractive or endowed man she’d ever seen, but the sight of his manly physique hovering over her did plenty to fuel her arousal.

“You ready?” he asked as he loomed over her with lustful intent.

“Are you asking me? Or telling me?” she teased.

“Only if you’re anything less than ready for some fucking!”

“Then, I guess that depends.”

“On what?” he asked intently.

“On just how good you can make it!”

It wasn’t just a flirtatious quip. Now clutching his shoulders, gazing up at him with burning desire, she dared him with her eyes to prove himself. He didn’t have to completely disprove everything her mother had ever taught her about men. He just had to demonstrate that he could give a woman quality, enjoyable sex. Chris, meathead or not, seemed up for the challenge.

“In that case, I’d say we’re both ready!” he said confidently.

“Less talking…more fucking,” Sharon said intently.

There was no turning back. At that point, she’d given Chris free reign over her naked body. He could drop the façade and use her like his personal fuck toy. He could also demonstrate that even a horny man getting what he wanted could be trusted to that extent. Sharon was about to find out.

Instinctively, she braced herself, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She felt it as Chris’ upper body made contact with hers, his manly sinews meshing with her feminine curves. As naked skin meshed with naked skin, he tightened his grip on her thighs, holding her legs apart as he guided his rigid manhood to her womanhood.

Then, with a thrust of his hips, he entered her.

“Ohhh yeah!” Chris moaned. “So hot and tight…you like that?”

Sharon replied with a sharp gasp. That was all she could manage. She genuinely struggled to process the feeling that had just washed over her. She’d been led to believe that any act that involved a man penetrating a woman with a body part could only be uncomfortable. While it hadn’t been disproved entirely, she already found herself questioning that assumption.

Chris didn’t wait for her to finish processing it. He had already begun moving his body, burying his face in her neck and working his dick within her tight folds. He wasn’t too rough, establishing a steady pace of sex. It didn’t completely rock her world, but it certainly rocked the bed enough to remind her that she was really doing it. She was having sex with a man, despite her mother’s efforts.

“Wow! This feels good…no, great!” Sharon proclaimed.

She sounded even more surprised than she did before. Chris didn’t seem to notice, though. He was too focused on their sex, thrusting his hips and caressing her naked body. It was so hot and intimate, his naked skin gliding against hers, masculine sinews meshing with feminine curves. It wasn’t supposed to be so intoxicating. It was just supposed to be sex, but it quickly evolved into something else.

As Chris maintained the sexual rhythm, Sharon found herself supplementing his efforts. She acted on a mix of instinct and lust, raking her fingers down his back and arching her body in just the right ways every time he drove into her. The feeling of his hard, manly flesh slithering inside her stimulated parts that she didn’t know existed. Even a vibrator could only do so much. There was just something different about an actual, throbbing penis in conjunction with a man’s body.

It felt so good that Sharon expected it to end abruptly. She’d heard plenty of jokes about how men barely make it beyond the first dozen humps before they blow their load. Chris didn’t seem that eager to rush the experience. It was easy to assume that he just wanted to show off his prowess so that he could brag to others who good he was in bed. However, it was just as likely that he wanted to draw out an inherently pleasurable feeling and Sharon was more than happy to let him.

“You…are so sexy,” Chris said into her ear, part of his face still buried in her neck.

“And you’re so…considerate,” Sharon gasped, still struggling to form words.

“Considerate? I can do better than that!”

Chris seemed to take that as a challenge. At first, Sharon worried that she’d said something wrong. For all she knew, the best parts were over and everything from that point forward would prove her mother right. Once again, she braced herself.

In another display of bravado, he rose up slightly so that he was in a more upright position. Her legs still hooked around his waist, he began humping her at a different angle. However, he threw a little something extra into his efforts. As he worked his manly flesh within her depths, he used his thumb to stimulate her clit. Either the man had just paid extra attention in health class or he genuinely cared about bringing a woman to orgasm.

“How’s that? Is that better?” he said with a cocky grin.

“Oohhh!” was all Sharon got out.

Her body reacted before her brain could process everything. She grabbed hold of the sheets, closed her eyes and panted heavily as a flood of powerful sensations shot through her. What they’d been doing before had been pleasurable, but it only took her so far on the path to ecstasy. That extra effort, stimulating her most sensitive areas with such determined care, sent her down the rest of that blissful with stunning efficacy.

At that moment, another profound realization sank in. She wasn’t just having sex with a man. She was going to achieve orgasm with one of them. If that weren’t astonishing enough, a man was going to give it to her. If there was a more effective way to shatter her old assumptions about men, she hadn’t heard of it.

“Like that! Ohhh just like that!” she gasped, increasingly short of breath. “You’re going to make me…I’m going to…ohhhh yes!”

That orgasmic chorus filled the room. There was nothing fake or exaggerated about it. She experience a real, toe-curling orgasm. Every muscle contraction and blissful sensation carried more meaning than usual, as if to directly counter every man-hating rant her mother had ever made.

“The sound of a woman coming,” Chris said, “I never get tired of that!”

He still sounded arrogant and crude, but Sharon didn’t mind. He’d just giving her an orgasm. He earned the right to brag. Logistically speaking, it made too much sense. To back up his bravado, he had to give her great sex. To give her great sex, he had to do it in a way she enjoyed. He got what he wanted. She got what she wanted. It was almost like sex was a collaborative effort.

Sharon would’ve laughed if she weren’t still processing the ecstasy. She was content to just soak in the feeling while Chris pursued his own peak. He kept the pace of their sex slow, shifting his grip to her butt and giving it a firm squeeze as their naked bodies moved together in blissful harmony. By the time he neared his peak, Sharon had completed her orgasmic journey. In doing so, she opened her eyes and watched the man before her complete his.

“Almost…there!” Chris grunted. “Just…a little…oh fuck!”

His orgasm wasn’t as theatrical as hers. After a few more targeted hips thrusts, his expression contorted and his grip on her butt intensified as he got his release. Sharon even felt it as his cock throbbed inside her in accord with his release.

Her climax directly led to his.

Her pleasure became his pleasure.

Inside her, the juices of their sex blended together, their shared ecstasy taking a tangible form.

“I feel it,” Sharon said distantly. “Inside me…so nice and hot…I really feel it.”

She doubted Chris heard him. That look on his face – the O-face that she once joked about, no less – made clear that he was in too blissful a daze to hear. That didn’t matter, though. Whether he knew it or not, he just changed everything she thought she knew about men.

When he finally opened his eyes, that post-orgasmic afterglow already setting in, she made it a point to cast him an affectionate smile. He smiled back, still looking dazed, if not somewhat goofy. That didn’t stop her from drawing him back into an embrace and giving him a kiss.

“Thank you, Chris,” she said to him intently.

“For giving you the good fucking I promised? You’re welcome!” Chris replied proudly.

He laughed as their naked bodies finally parted, exhaustion and satisfaction settling over them as the room fell silent. Sharon smiling, though. Chris might have been arrogant, crude, and immature. From his perspective, he just banged a pretty girl and did it well enough to ensure she enjoyed it. That was as meaningful as their sex had been for him.

For her, however, the meaning went beyond the sex. Chris was not some dignified gentleman. He wasn’t some thick-headed brute, either. He sought sex with a pretty girl and getting it didn’t mean using her, as her mother often warned. In fact, that would’ve made it harder to achieve the satisfaction they’d shared.

She trusted him with her body.

He rewarded that trust and she rewarded him back.

A man she barely knew, who only wanted sex, proved that she could trust a man. The end result wasn’t just great sex. It was definitive proof that her mother had been wrong.

The following is a sexy short story inspired by an anecdote I heard in high school. I won’t say how accurate certain details are. I’ll just say that the couple that inspired this story were as bold as they were in love. Enjoy!

“Young love is dumb love.”

Those were the exact words that Tyra Armstrong’s used the first time she brought up the subject of dating. It had only been a joke and she was in middle school at the time, but her father was dead serious. He’d made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t supposed to waste time with boys and romance. Her only concerns had to revolve around school, grades, and getting into college. Her mother shared that sentiment and went out of her way to belabor it whenever her father wasn’t around.

For the most part, Tyra honored her parents’ wishes. She was an honor student, a track star, and on track to go to any college of her choosing. When her parents were around, she said all the right things and conducted herself as a dutiful daughter. When they weren’t around, however, she dared to be defiant.

“Hurry up, Vic!” Tyra urged a tall, slender boy as they entered the back door of her house.

“Take it easy, Tyra. You act like we’re sneaking into the White House or something,” the boy replied, following closely as she led him through the kitchen.

“For what we’re about to do, neither one of us should be acting.”

“Even if your parents already know me and love me?”

“Trust me,” she told him, “that’ll only piss them off even more.”

Victor Frey hesitated briefly as she led him down the hall of her family’s one-story house, but Tyra kept urging him along. He wasn’t one to shy away from risky situations, especially when the prospect of getting naked with a cute girl was a possible reward. His father worked on hot rods in his spare time and his mother served in the Coast Guard. Being bold ran in his family, but that didn’t stop him from underestimating the risks.

Tyra still tried to distract him from contemplating them. Halfway down the hall, she pulled him into an intimate embrace, kissing him hard on the lips and throwing in some extra tongue to further tempt him. She even guided his hands from her waist to her butt, making it abundantly clear to him how much she wanted him, despite the best efforts of her parents.

“Tyra…if I didn’t know any better, I’d say pissing off your parents is a turn-on,” Vic commented.

“What gave you that idea?” she asked seductively.

“Well, aside from the fact that your thigh is grinding against my crotch, I’m sensing some family drama here. I mean…I get why you tell your parents you’re hanging out with Karen instead of me, but this kind of deception is…well, it’s telling.”

“It damn well better,” said Tyra. “It says how much I love you.”

Just saying those words left her breathless. Still standing in the middle of the hall, embracing in ways that would’ve sent her parents into a rage, Tyra gazed intently into the eyes of the teenage boy she’d fallen so hard for.

Victor wasn’t some big, hulking jocks like the guys on the football team. She’d actually known him since the third grade. Her mother was friends with his mother. They’d been friends for years, but they hadn’t always been that close. That changed shortly after her 17^th birthday when a mutual friend of theirs, Sarah Meyer, died in a car accident.

It started with him comforting her. It then led to her kissing him. From there, one thing led to another. The next things he knew, they were hanging out, hooking up, and making love in his parents’ basement when her parents thought she was studying with friends. She hadn’t planned on falling in love with him or losing her virginity to him. Everything her parents taught her about young love implied it was wrong, but with every intimate moment, it felt more and more right.

“Vic, I know I can be neurotic when it comes to sharing these moments,” Tyra said to him in a more serious tone.

“Not the word I would use, but I can’t think of anything more accurate,” he replied jokingly.

“And it’s not just because of my parents…although they’re the primary reason,” she continued. “You see, I never made an effort to find love. Hell, I’d even promised myself I would avoid that shit until college. At least then I could have some distance between me and my parents.”

“Sorry if I made you break that promise,” said Victor.

“No. Don’t you dare apologize for loving me like you did. It feels too damn good and too damn right,” she said, now caressing his unshaven face affectionately, “and no, I’m not just referring to the kissing, the dates, and the sex.”

“I didn’t think you were. I know you better than that, Tyra.”

“That’s the other reason. Between Sarah dying, racing hormones, and focusing way too much on my future, you helped me slow down just enough so I could appreciate the present. Even though everyone – teachers, parents, and those weird guest speakers at church – all say we shouldn’t take love at our age too seriously, I think…no, I know this is serious.”

To further affirm her point, she kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his, soaking in his warmth on a such a dreary day. Victor got the message loud and clear, kissing back with equal passion. He even lifted her up into his arms, as if to show that he was strong enough to handle the young love everyone said was dumb. It just made he want him even more.

Not forgetting why she invited him over after school, knowing her parents wouldn’t be home for another couple hours, another dangerous idea popped into her head. Whether it was out of passion or recklessness, it was another one of those desire that seemed so wrong on paper, but felt so right.

“Vic…my parents’ bedroom,” Tyra said upon breaking the kiss.

“Um…what about it?” Victor asked incredulously.

“Let’s do it in my parents’ bedroom!” she said, still clinging to his shoulders. “Think about it…us, in their bed, making love in all the ways they don’t want.”

“That…is fucking crazy.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“Hell no!” he said without hesitation. “We’re graduating in two months. And since they already said we can’t go to the prom…”

His words trailed off. Tyra could already tell from that look on his face that he was entertaining thoughts of them naked in bed, doing things and feeling things that her parents didn’t want them to feel. It was so dangerous and daring. Then again, that had been the entire basis of their relationship and it had worked so well.

“I’ll lead the way,” she said seductively.

With renewed focus, Tyra led him towards the end of the hall, passing by her bedroom in the process. That was usually where their passionate moments began and ended. They’d even gotten quite skilled at sneaking in and out, keeping those moments discrete. Her parents’ bedroom was usually off-limits, even when they weren’t home. The idea of venturing into such forbidden territory only gave their passion an added thrill.

She and Victor burst through the door like a couple of newlyweds on their honeymoon. They were all over each other, kissing and necking like a couple of animals in heat. As soon as Victor kicked the door shut, they began shedding their clothes. Tyra practically tore his shirt off while he undid her pants. As they made their way to the king-sized bed, they stripped each other down to their underwear. Now in just her bra and panties, Tyra leapt up onto the bed and invited her young lover to join her.

“Come, my love,” she said playfully. “Let’s enjoy some reckless, teenage hormones!”

“Good thing I’m feeling extra reckless,” Victor said in his manliest tone.

Tyra snickered at his remark, already noticing a sizable bulge in his boxers. Like a veteran lover, he crawled onto the bed with her and took her in his arms. They then began making out, kissing and groping one another like the horny teens they were.

Whether subconsciously or intentionally, they made their way to the head of the bed. Once there, Victor snuck his hand behind her back and unclasped her bra. Once loose, he slipped it off and tossed into the pile of wrinkled clothing on the floor. He then trailed his lips down her face and neck while kneading her exposed breasts with both hands.

It felt good. It felt really good. He knew how much she loved having her breasts rubbed. It got her feeling even more aroused.

“Vic…so reckless,” she moaned. “God, it makes me wet!”

“Then, I guess you don’t need these panties anymore,” he quipped.

Tyra, her inner thighs already burning with arousal, lifted her hips so that her love could remove them. As soon as they were off, Victor shed his boxers and tossed them into the same pile of wrinkled clothing, revealing his rapidly-hardening manhood.

Now naked, aroused, and in the last place she wanted her parents to catch them in, Tyra slipped under the sheets with her lover and resumed their foreplay. The feeling of their hot, naked skin touching – her breasts pressing up against his chest, her thighs brushing up against his penis, and their hands exploring the various sinews of their bodies – amplified the desire, as well as the passion.

“Tyra…my love,” he gasped in between their heated kissing.

Hearing that proclamation, stating out loud in her parents’ bedroom the feeling they told her to avoid, made Tyra’s heart skip a beat. It turned an already-powerful desire into something much more meaningful.

“Victor…take me,” Tyra told him.

Needing no further guidance, Victor turned that desire into a physical act. Shifting his hands to her thighs, the bedsheets barely covering their waist, he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself between them. Then, with the care and focus she’d come to expect from her lover, he guided his manhood towards her wet entrance. With a simple thrust of his hips, he entered her.

“Ooh Vic!” she gasped.

“Mmm…Tyra,” he said through a deep, manly grunt.

Their flesh now intimately entwined, he captured her lips again and began making love to her on her parents’ bed…the same bed on which she’d probably been conceived years ago. Something about that seemed so strange, yet so right.

It made even basic, missionary-style sex feel so exciting. Victor was more energetic than usual, really working his body against hers, his hardened flesh slithering sensually within her moist womanhood. He was just as thorough in how he sensually kissed her lips and felt up her feminine curves, paying special attention to her breasts like he’d done earlier.

He’d learned early in their burgeoning sex life – and by accident, no less – that she loved having her breasts teased a certain way. For reasons she didn’t quite understand, it helped bring her to the brink of orgasm every bit as effectively as a targeted rubbing of her clit. The idea of getting off in the same room her parents slept was too appealing on too many levels.

Tyra also did her part to make the risk worth it, hooking her legs around his waist and raking her nails over his back in just the way he liked. As their naked bodies moved, rocking the bed along with it, they never diverted their gaze from one another. Even in a moment of reckless danger, passion found a way to show in their sex.

“I…I’m so close,” Tyra told him. “Please, Vic…I want this.”

“Me too, Tyra. I…I want it too,” he said intently.

He stepped up the pace of their movements, fondling both her breasts in just the right way to send her to the edge. Another loving kiss, followed by an equally-loving embrace, send her beyond that special brink and into a world of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Vic!” she cried out.

It was like touching a piece of Heaven, feeling a wondrous pleasure wash over her like a jolt from the divine. Victor held her closer, caressing her face and watching her expression contort to the successive surge of sensations. He even cased his movements, allowing her to fully immerse herself in her peak.

It showed just how much he cared about pleasing his lover. It also showed how strong his feelings were for her. Beyond making love in their parents’ bedroom, he was still dedicated to making it feel special.

“I love you, Tyra,” he told her, as if he hadn’t proved that enough.

“I love you too, Victor,” she replied.

Tyra, still shuddering under the weight of all the pleasure, captured his lips in another kiss. In doing so, her own dedicated passion kicked in. She had in her arms a lover who was very willing to take big risks to express their love. That kind of dedication deserved reciprocation in the best possible way.

“On your back,” Tyra whispered into his ear. “Now, it’s your turn!”

With a playful grin and a seductive glance, she rolled their naked bodies over so that Victor was now flat on his back with her straddling his hips. Their flesh never parted, his rigid member still within the tight confines of her throbbing womanhood. Still immersed in that intimate feeling, she rose into an upright position and began riding her lover like a woman possessed.

“Ohhh Tyra! So…so hot!” the young man moaned.

“Yeah…that’s it, my love!” Tyra said with an affectionate purr. “Enjoy it! Let me ride you till you come!”

Victor responded only with more impassioned grunts and groans. Tyra, embracing a more playful brand of lovemaking, put on a sexy show for her lover. She practically danced atop him, gyrating her hips and rocking her body in a way that made her breasts bounce with every movement.

It was such an erotic display, putting her lover in a trance-like daze. His hands remained on her breasts and his eyes remained locked with hers, so focused and determined to share in the pleasure she’d just enjoyed. She could tell he was close. The subtle twitches and contortions of his face were a dead giveaway.

Using those subtleties as a guide, Tyra stepped up the pace of her riding, working her tight folds along the length of his dick to bring him to that special place that she’d just ventured. As the feeling neared, his hands found hers, their fingers interlocked, and they held on for the final ascension.

“Tyra…I’m ready!” Victor gasped. “I’m going to…oh God!”

It finally arrived in the form of an intense, powerful release. Tyra could feel that intensity as his manhood throbbed inside her, releasing his manly fluid into her depths. His dazed state morphed into one of total ecstasy, the look of a young man who’d just made love in a way that was extra-meaningful. Still holding his hands tightly within hers, she cast him a beaming smile. When his eyes finally opened within the midst of his euphoric release, he smiled back.

He didn’t say a word and neither did she. They didn’t have to. They just kept smiling, shared an affectionate kiss, and let their flesh part for some much needed rest. Tyra practically collapsed atop her naked lover, resting her head on his chest and hearing his rapid heartbeat. His arms remained draped around her, their naked bodies only partially covered by the sheets. Even as they panted heavily to catch their breath, a clear and unmistakable truth set in.

“Young love is dumb love, my ass,” Tyra said under her breath.

“What was that, love?” said Victor, still very dazed by their shared peak.

“Nothing, babe!”

They shared a brief laugh as the afterglow settled in. It was such a nice feeling on top of that warm, intimate feeling of their juices mixing inside her. She wasn’t too worried, though. She’d been on birth control since before she and Victor started dating. Officially, it was for health reasons. Unofficially, though, it was her way of affirming that she wasn’t going to wait until her wedding night to experience such a wondrous feeling.

She and Victor had shared many such feelings in the brief time they’d been together. Young love or not, she remained determined to keep exploring it, even after they graduated. She wasn’t quite ready to make long-term plans. They were still young and adventurous, as evidenced by their willingness to do it in her parents’ bedroom. Whatever plans they made, though, she was determined to make them for the right reasons and not just because of what her parents wanted.

For now, she was content to just enjoy the post-coital afterglow. However, just as the cuddling began, a familiar sound emerged from the other side of the small, one-floor house.

“Damn, it feels good to be home,” said the voice of Tyra’s tired and clearly-irritated father.

Almost instantly, the afterglow vanished. Bliss and contentment was immediately replaced with dread and a new kind of urgency.

“Crap!” both Tyra and Victor said under their collective breath.

Like a reflex, they got out of the bed and gathered their clothes. While Victor scrambled to get his pants on, not even putting on his underwear, Tyra did her best to straighten out the bed so that it didn’t look like a couple of teenagers just had sex on it. For a moment, Victor looked around anxiously. While still fixing the bed, Tyra noticed a half-open window near the dresser.

“Vic…the window!” she pointed out.

“And it’s open, thank God!” he said.

He moved quickly and as quietly as possible, even as the footsteps of her father echoed from the living room. With his shirt, shoes, and socks in hand, he opened the window the rest of the way and crawled out into the muddy, dreary yard outside. It was not how Tyra had hoped to see her boyfriend leave, but so long as he got away in time, she was okay with it.

“Vic,” she called out, still gathering her clothes.

“What?” he said anxiously from outside.

“Next time…we do it in your parents’ bedroom.”

For a brief moment, he smiled. No longer caring that he was half-naked and covered in rain, he cast her a smile before running through the back yard and hopping the fence. Tyra lingered just long enough to make sure that he got away.

Still not dressed, clutching her discarded clothes to her naked body, Tyra carefully slipped out of her parents’ bedroom. Near as she could tell, her father was still in the living room. She could hear him pacing, which he often did when he came home feeling stressed out and irritated. Knowing that was the worst possible mood for him to find out his daughter just had sex with her boyfriend, she acted quickly.

Thinking fast, she ducked into the hall bathroom and not a second too soon. Her father already began making his way down the hall.

“Tyra? Are you here?” he called out.

“I’m here, daddy!” she said from the bathroom. “I’m just about to take a hot shower. The walk home just left me feeling so messy.”

In effort to sell it, she turned the shower on, hoping her father wouldn’t probe deeper. She even heard him walk by the bathroom door. The seconds that followed were tortuous. She swore her heart had jumped up into the back of her throat. If her father gave her that penetrating look of his, she wasn’t sure she could convincingly lie to him.

Much to her relief, he just kept walking.

“A hot shower…that sounds like a great idea,” he said. “Just make sure you set the table before your mother gets home. She’s bringing take-out and I’m not in the mood to do dishes tonight.”

“Don’t worry, daddy! I’ll take care of it,” Tyra said, once again sounding like the dutiful daughter.

Finally, she exhaled. The sound of her parents’ bedroom door closing assured her that she was in the clear. She waited a few more seconds. If he erupted into a rage because someone left their underwear behind, then she could start worrying again. That outburst never came.

It was official. She and Victor had gotten away with it. They made love in her parents’ bedroom.

“Young love is dumb love indeed,” she said to herself before slipping into the shower, “but still so worth it!”

The following is a sexy short story that was inspired by a couple I know who recently celebrated their wedding anniversary. I won’t go so far as to say this is based on a true story, but it certainly was inspired by one. If you’re married or have a lover you want to surprise on your anniversary, feel free to use this idea. Enjoy!

“Come on, Tim! How much longer are you going to make me wait?” complained an impatient, but excited Amber Deegan.

“Just hang in there, babe. I promise this is worth waiting for!” said Tim Deegan, her playful, but cunning husband.

Amber didn’t know what to expect. It was their first wedding anniversary, an event she’d intended to celebrate. However, she had a feeling Tim wouldn’t be content with a romantic dinner, a quiet night, and some tender lovemaking. That just wasn’t the kind of man he was, nor was it the kind of man she’d married.

Just a few minutes ago, they’d finished a big meal in which Amber recreated the first meal they’d shared on their first date, which consisted of burgers and nachos drenched with her family’s spicy salsa. Tim, not content with candles and classical music, set up a miniature disco ball and played the fast-paced dance music they’d heard when they first met at her best friend’s birthday party. It was not a typical anniversary dinner and it got even less typical when it ended.

Almost immediately after they finished their meal, Tim turned the music off and got dead serious. He claimed he had the perfect anniversary present for her, but it required that she wear a blindfold and follow him. It wasn’t the weirdest request Tim had made. It wasn’t even the only one involving a blindfold, having not forgotten the antics they enjoyed on their honeymoon.

That didn’t make Amber any less curious. She even felt a little anxious, knowing her husband had a knack for elaborate schemes. She didn’t mind, though. If anything, she found that kind of uncertainty a turn-on. It was a big part of why her relationship with Tim was so strong. He always found ways to keep things exciting, even after four years together, one of which they’d spent married.

“This past year has been the happiest year of my life, Amber,” he told her as he carefully led her forward. “I know I’ve said that a lot this past week, but I mean it. Marrying you, building a life together, and sharing so many wonderful moments together…I could try putting it into words until our next anniversary and that still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Aww! That’s so lovingly sweet,” Amber said as she followed closely, “and you say you’re so bad with words.”

“It’s true. It’s not just because I flunked English in high school, either. I’ve always been the kind of guy who prefers letting his actions do the talking. It’s part of what makes me so good at building things and working in art studios. It’s also why I thought I’d never get married.”

“You really think a guy who’s both physical and artistic wouldn’t attract any women?” Amber teased.

“Not the kind who’d fall in love with me, let alone marry me. Then, you came along. You saw who I was, how I was, and what I am…and you just accepted all of it. You gave me a chance to show you how much I can love someone.”

“And you showed me plenty,” she said. “That’s exactly why I married you.”

“And now, I want to show you how grateful I am. I want you to see, clear as day, how much our love means me to me.”

His words were cryptic, but his voice was as heart-felt as it had been on their wedding day. It got Amber’s heart racing, along with her passions. Tim might not have been skilled with turning feelings into words, but the man had a knack for conveying his love to her. It left her all the more anxious to see what kind of surprise he had in store for her.

She kept following him, not once touching the blindfold he’d put over her eyes. Knowing the layout of their house as well as him, she sensed they were in their second-floor master bedroom. She even suspected that Tim had led her in circles a few times in an attempt to throw her off. She still went along with it. Her husband wasn’t big on subtlety, but he always rewarded her patience and trust.

“Stand here,” Tim said, finally stopping her.

“Is the blindfold really necessary?” Amber said. “I can tell we’re in our bedroom.”

“Trust me. It’s necessary,” he told her. “I want the moment to be just right. It’s the only way I’ll ever make clear how much I love you and how happy I am to call you my wife.”

“You almost make it sound like a life-or-death situation,” she pointed out.

“When it comes to showing my love for my wife, it’s pretty damn close,” he replied, “which is why I need you to trust me because the next part…it’s going to get intense.”

He still sounded very serious, but he also sounded distinctly seductive. He had that deep, masculine undertone he often used when trying to get her in a sexy mood. Other women thought it was juvenile, including her sister and mother. She thought it was hot and on their anniversary, it did plenty to set the mood.

Her anticipation growing by the second, Amber stood firmly in place, still sensing the carpet of their bedroom under her feet and her husband’s powerful hands on her shoulders. Even through the blindfold, she felt his penetrating gaze. It got her heart racing and her passions heightened, wanting more than anything to feel whatever intensity Tim had planned.

“Okay, Tim,” Amber said, matching his voice with some seduction of her own. “I trust you completely. Tell me what to do next.”

“Good, because the next part is critical,” he said.

As he uttered those words, she felt his hands shift from her shoulders to her waist. There, he lightly grasped the hem of her shirt.

“Take your clothes off,” Tim said.

“My clothes?” she said, a mix of surprise and intrigue. “You mean down to my underwear? Or everything?”

“Everything,” he affirmed, “and keep the blindfold on.”

His voice left no room for ambiguity. He wanted her naked and not just because he liked staring at her tits and butt. His reasons remained unclear, but Amber hadn’t forgotten what she just promised.

“Okay. Everything, it is,” Amber said coyly, “but if I find out there’s a video camera in front of me, you’re a dead man.”

“Don’t worry. It’s just us,” Tim told her. “If it makes you feel better, I’m taking my clothes off too.”

“Is that part of your elaborate plan?”

“You want me to tell you know? Or do you want to get naked and find out?”

“Tough choice,” she teased. “Well, these clothes were getting itchy anyways!”

With almost casual glee, Amber stripped out of her shirt, jeans, and underwear. Tim still helped her get her shirt off over the blindfold, but she did the rest, slipping out of her pants and unclasping her bra.

As she kicked off her clothes, she sensed Tim do the same, hearing as he undid his belt buckle and slid off his shirt. There was something inherently sexy about not being able to see him undress, but know he was standing there, naked as he’d been on their honeymoon. She even got a little turned on, knowing his eyes were drifting up and down her naked body. She could already feel his gaze on her breasts. She could even hear his breath getting more labored as he took in her beauty.

“God, you look good naked,” he told her.

“Your way with words continues to astonish,” Amber joked with folded arms. “Now, tell me what’s next so I actually enjoy being naked with my husband.”

He laughed and pulled her into a light embrace. In the process, he revealed that he was fully naked too. She could feel his exposed chest pressing against hers. She also felt a partially-erect penis press up against her thigh. That somewhat surprised her. Naked or not, him getting aroused so quickly meant something had gotten him very excited.

Whatever it was, Tim clearly wanted her. One way or another, they were going to make love that night. It was only a matter of what form it would take.

“To the bed,” he whispered into her ear, giving her butt a playful squeeze in the process.

“Lead the way, dear husband of mine,” Amber said curtly.

Still in his arms, her love guided her across the room. It couldn’t have been far, given the size of their room, but it might as well have been a journey to the other side of the world.

With every step, he affectionately caressed her naked body. He kissed down her neck, nibbling her ear in that special way that always got her blood flowing to all the right body parts. He also trailed his hands up her hips, tickling and tantalizing her feminine curves, sending shivers up her body. After only a few steps, those shivers morphed into full-fledged arousal.

“Just a little bit closer,” Tim whispered, just as he slipped his fingers between her legs. “We’re almost there.”

“Ooh, Tim!” Amber cooed. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

“And for good reason…one that’ll make sense very soon.”

By the time they finally reached the bed, her husband’s skilled touching had left her feeling very moist between her legs. Tim had grown quite skilled at making her horny in the time they’d been together, but he was really going the extra mile. The way his fingers grazed over her outer folds, paying close attention to her more sensitive areas, made clear that he needed her horny for what he had planned.

“Get on,” he told her intently.

Already short of breath and very much aroused, Amber followed her husband’s urgings and crawled up onto the bed. Tim did so as well, his hands never leaving her naked body. With the blindfold still on, he guided her to towards the center of the bed and laid her down atop what she surmised to be a fresh pillow. In fact, the sheets under her felt brand new and very expensive.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we’re in the same bed I woke up in this morning,” Amber pointed out, “but something feels different.”

“That’s because it is,” he said, still speaking in his extra-manly voice. “You’re about to find out just how different, but only when the moment is perfect.”

“And when might that be? This blindfold is getting annoying.”

“We’re almost there. Trust me, you’ll know when the moment is perfect and why.”

Still trusting her husband implicitly, Amber waited with baited breath as she lay naked atop her bed, soft linens under her and her equally-naked husband on top of her. As she waited, he kissed and caressed her again.

He trailed one hand up her hips and fondled her breast with the other, giving it a light squeeze to send more intimate shivers coursing up through her body. He lovingly twirled his tongue with hers every step of the way, as if to mimic the same deep kiss they’d shared on their wedding day. It got her heart racing while sending her lady parts into overdrive. The line between loving the man on top of her and wanting to fuck him senseless completely disappeared.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered. “It won’t be much longer.”

“Damn, I don’t know how much more I can take!” Amber gasped.

Like a reflex, her legs parted and Tim got into position between them. She soon felt the tip of his erect penis rub up against her folds. He was almost as aroused as her. Hatching elaborate schemes with her had always been a turn-on, but whatever he’d done had really raised the bar.

Her patience almost at her limit, Amber felt her husband grab her thighs, lay on top of her, and thrust his member into her womanhood. The feeling of smooth, sensual penetration quickly filled her body. As she gasped at the sudden surge of sensations, Tim buried his face in her neck and whispered once more.

“Now…take it off,” he said.

Amber couldn’t remove the blindfold fast enough. As soon as it was off, she saw something that left her utterly astonished in the best possible way.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “Tim…you wonderfully devious man!”

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

It was a sight to behold in the best possible way. On the ceiling just above their bed, which had been blank and featureless that morning, a mirror had been installed. It was not a small mirror, either. It was big enough to show the entire king-sized bed and at that very moment, their naked bodies were on full display in the reflection.

“Wow!” Amber said in daze of amazement. “It’s us…in bed…making love.”

As she gazed at the reflection, Tim went to work establishing a heated sexual rhythm. Grunting with unfretted manliness, he dug his knees and feet into the bed as he worked his body against hers. Manly sinews grinded against feminine curves, her breasts pressing up against his chest in a perfect mesh of flesh. With every movement, his rigid manhood sensually slithered within her wet folds, stimulating all the right nerves and filling her with the bliss of shared passion.

It was one thing to feel those wondrous pleasures that came from making love to her husband, but it was quite another to see it play out in front of her in real time. Their reflection on the mirror was the ultimate porno with them as the stars, turning an intimate feeling into an intensely erotic spectacle.

Amber’s gaze remained fixated on that spectacle, watching as her husband thrust and humped with affectionate delight. Along with the visuals, she felt the steady stream of ecstasy that came with good sex and a caring lover. There was something strange, yet stimulating about watching it unfold before her eyes. Like a fantasy manifesting, it added something special to their lovemaking…something that translated into a special brand of bliss.

“Mmm…Tim!” Amber moaned. “Oh…oohhh yes! Like that…do it like that!”

“Oohhh Amber!” Tim grunted through his hungry humping. “You like…what you see?”

“Yes! Fuck yes, I love it!” she said without hesitation.

There was literally no denying. She could see it right there in the mirror, the way her expression beamed with joy. Tim seemed intent on intensifying the spectacle. His face still buried in her neck, he kissed up the side of her face as he worked his hips harder, vigorously pumping his manhood into her depths.

Amber got into the act as well, raking her nails over his lover’s back and spreading her legs wider, showing off her uncanny flexibility. It played out in every lurid detail in the mirror. She watched their naked bodies rock together in an intimate heat, the bed moving with it. She’d expected to make love to her husband on their first anniversary at some point. Being able to actually see it and commit it to memory made it even more memorable.

“It’s so beautiful,” Amber mused in the heat of passion, “Me…my husband…making love…so beautiful.”

She kept watching and Tim kept the show going, maintaining a steady pace to really draw it out. He employed many of those special tricks he often used to bring her to orgasm, like nibbling on her ear and squeezing her butt. Even during one of his elaborate schemes, Tim made the extra effort to please her. That didn’t just make him a great husband. It made her a very lucky, very grateful woman.

Those tactics weren’t necessary to get her to the brink. She was already very close, ready to have the best orgasm she’d had since her honeymoon. He held back for her, but she didn’t. It was going to happen. She was going to have an orgasm and she was going to watch it unfold before her eyes.

“Ohhh I’m coming, my love! I…I’m coming!” Amber panted.

“That’s it! Watch yourself come!” Tim urged.

He delivered a few more targeted thrusts, penetrating deep to hit those extra sensitive nerves that only a dedicated husband could reach. It did the trick. She climaxed under her husband and the ceiling mirror captured every intricate detail.

Like wave crashing over her, a flood of ecstasy washed over her body. Keeping her eyes open was a challenge, but she made sure they never closed for long. She wanted to see the culmination of their lovemaking. What she saw was a unique kind of beauty.

Her body arched, her nails dug into her lover’s shoulders, and her toes curled as she contorted to the feeling. However, it was the look on her face that stood out the most. The beaming expression of orgasmic delight was there for her to see. She thought the photos of her wedding day showed a very happy woman. The face of a woman making love to her husband definitely raised the bar.

It felt like the longest orgasm she’d ever had. That, or seeing herself climax just made it seem longer. Whatever the case, she soaked in every last drop of ecstasy. Tim even ceased his movements, letting her take in the sight. After it passed, she finally diverted her gaze from the mirror and looked into the eyes of her wonderful husband.

“I love you, Tim,” she told him.

“I love you too, my beautiful wife,” Tim replied, “and for once, you can see how much I love you.”

“Yes…I can,” Amber said with a humored grin. “For our first anniversary, it’s the perfect present…one I’ll have a hard time returning.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“What makes you say I haven’t?”

Now, it was Tim’s turn to be surprised. Amber flashed him another seductive glance. She was still swimming in a sea of orgasmic delight, but she wasn’t done celebrating their first anniversary. She also hadn’t forgotten that Tim was still hard and hadn’t climaxed yet. Being the loving wife she was, she had every intention of rectifying that.

“It’s time for you to trust me, this time,” she told him. “Think you can do that?”

“Of course, I can,” Tim said with his typical confidence.

“Good! Then, lie down on your back and enjoy the show. I’m going to ride your dick so good you’ll want to marry me all over again!”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by an incident involving a former roommate of mine and a significant dent in a wall that required an awkward conversation with the landlord. Once you read the story, you’ll understand why. Enjoy!

“So long, first apartment. I’ll miss you,” said Tyler Avery in a distant, but resigned tone.

“Technically, it’s a dorm room, Ty,” said Lindsey Bailey, his bemused girlfriend of the past two years.

“Call it whatever you want. It’ll always have a special place in my heart.”

“Despite the moldy showers and lousy heating?”

“Especially because of the moldy showers and lousy heating.”

It might have been a strange sentiment to have, holding an undersized and unremarkable apartment in such high regard. Tyler certainly didn’t blame his girlfriend for being eager to move out the day after they graduated college. However, he couldn’t help but have some personal attachment to his first ever home away from home.

“This is where I finally grew into who I wanted to be,” Tyler said to himself. “I got to reinvent myself within these walls. I became someone I could never have been anywhere else.”

Walking through the now-empty dwelling, running his fingers along the cold white walls, Tyler recalled the man he’d been the day he first arrived as an overwhelmed freshman. He came from a small town where the idea of going to college was more a daydream than a realistic goal. The only reason he’d been able to attend was because he got a baseball scholarship. While that made him the envy of many back home, he was not the least bit prepared for what and who he would find.

Growing up, he had little say in his living situation. He’d grown up in a small house with three siblings. They shared a bedroom, a bathroom, and pretty much everything else. Nobody could ever claim that a particular space was their own. There just wasn’t enough of it to go around. Even his first baseball glove had previously belonged to his father. The idea of actually having a place to call his own seemed so radical at first.

Then, he arrived on campus and moved into his first place, a dorm building that catered specifically to student athletes. It was such a strange experience, living by himself after living with his family for so long. He remembered nights being so eerily quiet, so much so that he couldn’t sleep. It left him alone with his thoughts for hours on end, contemplating things he’d never thought about before.

In doing so, Tyler learned something about himself. The first thing he learned was that he needed to become his own person. The second was that he didn’t like living alone. That ultimately played a major role in how Lindsey entered his life.

“Remember the first night I invited you here?” Tyler pondered as he walked around the empty living room.

“Of course I do,” Lindsey said with a coy grin. “You tried to sound so confident, but failed in the most adorable way possible.”

“That’s because I was nowhere near as confident as my batting average, as the time,” he said. “I was still on my own, learning how to live my own life and make my own choices. Where I come from, you don’t get those kinds of choices.”

“It probably helped that you were a handsome young athlete,” she said, still standing in the foyer. “Guess that makes me lucky because you chose to share your life with me.”

“It wasn’t luck from my perspective. Being here, a star athlete on scholarship with his own place, I had a lot of choices thrown at me…including some very bad ones that could’ve taken me down a very nasty path.”

“You referring to that guy who tried to sell you Adderall your sophomore year? Or the cheerleader who offered to suck your dick for every home run you hit?”

“Among many others,” Tyler said, shaking his head in amazement at some of the choices he’d avoided. “You were the first I dared to let in…not just in terms of seeing my first place, but personally as well. I brought you here at a time when I knew I didn’t want to be alone, but I also knew I didn’t want to make the wrong choice.”

“And I’m glad I chose to go with you,” Lindsey said in a more serious tone, “and not just because this place was a step up from my dorm. I knew when I saw you that you were a good, but conflicted soul…the kind of soul you don’t expect to find in some hotshot athlete.”

“You think I’m a hotshot?” Tyler said with a snicker.

“No, I think you’re much more than that.”

Tyler smiled as he stood in the far corner of the living room, just next to the window that overlooked the campus courtyard. Lindsey walked over and joined him, standing next to him and pulling him into a light embrace. He welcomed the feeling. It also helped him recall just how much his life changed after he met her.

A lot of that change took place within the barren walls that now surrounded him. While Lindsey wasn’t the first girlfriend he’d ever had, she’d been the most impactful, by far. Unlike him, she’d come from a less isolated part of the state, having grown up in a less cramped household in which she had her own room, her own stuff, and her own place to grow. Being with her, even before he fell in love with her, taught him a lot about forging his own path.

Their romance did not happen all at once. In fact, she’d been dating someone else when they first met. Growing closer to her made getting together an easy transition, albeit one that got passionate very quickly. It made lonely nights less lonely and helped him envision life beyond simply escaping his isolated home town.

Then, there were all the intimate moments they’d shared together. Looking around, Tyler could point out all the places and circumstances in which they’d made love. Those were among his most cherished memories. Leaving them behind, despite knowing a better apartment awaited him and Lindsey, was bittersweet.

“You always were the sentimental type,” Lindsey told him. “It’s just one of the many things I love about you.”

“Thanks,” he said, giving her waist an affectionate squeeze. “You’ve always helped me keep things in perspective, Lindsey. You help me keep my feet on the ground, my ego in check, and my heart beating strong.”

“You don’t always make it easy on me, but you’ve always made it worth the effort.”

“And I want to keep doing that. I want to move forward in my life…a life I want to share with you.”

“Damn it, Tyler. Now you’re making me sentimental for this place too,” she said.

“Why shouldn’t it be? This was, after all, the place in which I chose to share my life with someone. For the first time, in a space I could call me own, I opened my heart and my front door to someone. I had no idea what to expect…whether I was making a mistake or setting myself up for heartache. In the end, that choice and this place gave me something precious…something I’ll always treasure, no matter where we live from here on out.”

Tyler hadn’t expected to get so emotional while standing in an empty apartment. Now, Lindsey was getting worked up too, burying her face in his shoulders to hide any tears she might have shed. She never hid them very well, but that didn’t stop Tyler from holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder and reflecting on their looming future.

“I want to share that life too,” Lindsey told him. “I’m not used to thinking beyond my next class, my next job, or even my next rent payment, but I want to entertain the possibilities, damn it!”

“Glad I could affect your thinking as much as you affected mine,” said Tylor with loving grin.

“And to think, it all started here…in this unremarkable dorm with sub-par plumbing.”

“I know. Amazing, isn’t it?”

They shared a good laugh, their shared appreciation of his first apartment growing with every fond memory. Knowing their things were packed and a long drive to their new home awaited them, added more weight to those memories. While he looked forward to making new memories with Lindsey in another home, he intended to cherish the ones he’d made with her thus far.

Together, they lingered near the corner of the empty living room. He kept embracing Lindsey for as long as she needed. She didn’t often get emotional, but when she did, she often needed a little extra intimacy and Tyler was more than happy to provide it. After all, the intimacy they’d shared within the surrounding walls helped forge the intimate connection they now cherished.

Then, when it seemed the emotional venting had passed, Lindsey snaked her arms around his neck and locked her gaze with his. In the process, he saw her eyes take on a new intensity.

“Tyler,” she said to him.

“Yes, Lindsey?” he asked.

“Do me,” she said intently.

Tyler blinked a few times in astonishment, not certain of what he’d just heard. However, the look in her eyes indicated that she was dead serious.

“Right here…in this room…up against the wall,” she said, each word echoing with seductive subtext. “Do me!”

“Is this your idea of making one last fond memory of this place?” Tyler asked her.

“Can it just be because I really love you and I’m really horny right now?”

“Either way works for me!”

With a loving grin and renewed energy, Tyler kissed his wonderful girlfriend on the lips and deepened their intimate embrace. He didn’t bother trying to surmise what inspired her to want sex in an empty apartment. If making love to her was to be their last act within such familiar walls, then Tyler was more than happy to make the most of it.

Their lips entwined and their hands eagerly roaming, Tyler led his lover up against the wall just next to the window. It was somewhat dirty, but that didn’t dissuade Lindsey in the slightest. She still jumped up into his arms, threw her legs around her waist, and began pulling at his shirt.

“Off! Get it off!” she urged.

Tyler gladly obliged, shifting his torso so that she could pull his shirt up off over his head. He returned the favor by taking her shirt off too. She didn’t even mind when he threw it across the room. Their clothes were already dusty and dirty from moving their stuff out into the truck. Getting out of them for a while had more appeal than usual.

“You worked up quite a sweat,” Lindsey commented upon feeling his bare chest.

“I did,” he admitted. “Care to help me work up another?”

She answered by kissing him again and pawing his chest, further stoking his. Since the air conditioner had been turned off, they had even more incentive to get undressed.

Lindsey got out ahead of him, pushing her bra-straps to the side of her shoulders before slipping it off with ease. While Tyler quickly refocused his attention on her exposed breasts, she released her grip on him with her legs so that she could remove her pants. Before he knew it, she was down to a pair of white panties.

“Your turn,” she whispered into his ear seductively.

Before he had a chance to really enjoy her breasts, Lindsey dropped to her knees and undid his belt buckle. As soon as he was unlocked, she pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his rapidly-growing manhood from its confines. Before he even stepped out of his sneakers, she grasped his hardened member with both hands.

“Right here, next to this window, is where I gave you your first blowjob,” she told him while stroking his shaft. “We were on the couch, watching the World Series.”

“I remember. God, I remember so well,” Tyler said, already breathless.

“I’ll make sure you remember this too.”

Always a woman of her word, Lyndsey put her oral sex skills to good use. She once bragged she could suck a dick as well as he could hit an inside fastball. At the time, it was a hell of a claim, but she once again proved herself.

With perfect blend of passion and lust, she sucked along his masculine flesh, her soft lips and slithering tongue stimulating every nerve. Tyler had to lean against the nearby wall just to stay upright, moaning intently as she drew him into a state of complete arousal.

“Damn, that feels good!” he gasped. “Almost as good as when we did it in the kitchen…up against the fridge.”

“Mmm…almost?” Lindsey said, briefly gazing up from his lower body.

“Just giving us a reason to make this time really count.”

“And it’s a damn good reason.”

Still flexing her intimate skills, Lindsey gave his shaft one last lick before rising back up to her feet. From there, Tyler took charge. She’d given him so many wonderful experiences in the apartment. He was determined to give her something extra special.

“Up against the wall,” he said in a deep, manly tone.

She looked back at him with a captivated glance, as though he’d just triggered the most intense arousal she’d ever experienced. Lindsey once told him that her biggest turn-on was a man who seized initiative during sex. Being an athlete and a competitor, Tyler was in a better position than most to get her feminine juices flowing.

Grabbing her waist with his powerful arms, he turned his half-naked girlfriend around so that she was up against the wall, just as he’d said. From there, he grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them off, rendering her fully naked and giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt.

True to her kinks, she was very wet. He could feel the heat radiating from her inner thighs, longing for his loving touch. Never one to deny his lover, he positioned himself behind her and aligned his body with hers.

“One last time…in this apartment…together,” Tyler said intently.

“Together,” Lindsey repeated.

In a single thrust, he entered her, his rigid member penetrating her moist depths. They each let out a passionate gasp as her inner muscles tightened around his flesh, entwining their bodies and evoking a surge of intimate sensations.

After taking in that hot, sensual feeling, the aspiring athlete tightened his grip on her waist and began moving his hips in a rhythmic manner. Like two missing souls finding one another, their fleshly union inspired a harmonious dance of sorts. In a symphony of intimate gasps, Lindsey raked her nails down barren wall while he rocked her world with every motion. In between the grunts and moans, he leaned forward and whispered affectionate musings into his ear.

“Here…we fell in love,” he told her. “Here…we made it real.”

Lindsey let out an especially vocal gasp, turning her head and kissing his lips as their naked bodies moved in a heated vigor. In the empty apartment, the echoes were louder. The sounds of their flesh banging together filled the area with a unique ambience, as if the apartment were cheering them on for one last intimate romp.

Never one to disappoint a cheering crowd, Tyler stepped up his passionate efforts. He made love to Lindsey with greater fervor and focus, pressing her body against the wall even more, her breasts mashing up against the cold surface. As the sensations flowed through them, escalating with each successive motion of passion, it affirmed the memories they’d shared in the apartment. It also reminded Tyler why he fell in love with her.

“Lindsey…so much,” he gasped, “love you…so much.”

“Oohhh Tyler! I love you too!” she exclaimed. “Please…take me.”

Once again heeding her amorous cries, Tyler used his leverage over her to reorient their bodies. In a perfect coordination of passion, he briefly withdrew from her depths, turned her around, and pinned her up against the wall like he had done earlier before their clothes came off. Just like before, his lover jumped his bone, throwing her legs around his waist. His hands now firmly on her hips, he lowered her back onto his dick and resumed their heated lovemaking.

Now facing his love, seeing the affection and ecstasy in her eyes, he caressed her face while she clung to his shoulders. With their bodies still moving at a fervent pace, their bodies grinding up and down the wall, he kissed her as he made a concerted push for greater ecstasy. The loud echoes, combined with so many fond memories, helped raise the stakes. It wasn’t just about having a good hump with his girlfriend. It was a celebration of how far they’d come.

“Lindsey…I’m close,” he told her.

“Me too, Tyler. Me too!” she gasped.

Having come to know his lover’s intimate proclivities, he did what he needed to do to carry her to the brink. When she was close, she liked it slow and thorough so that his manhood penetrated extra deep into her depths. All the lovemaking they’d done in the apartment had made him adept at bringing Lindsey to orgasm. Taking her to that special threshold one last time within such a special place was extra satisfying.

“Oohhh yes!” Lindsey cried out upon reaching that plateau.

At that moment, he used the leverage afforded by the wall to fully support her, watching in awe as her expression contorted to the ecstasy that followed. It was a beautiful sight, seeing the woman he loved consumed with such bliss, feeling her body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.

As he admired such beauty, he let that same weight overtake him as well. With a few more targeted thrusts, he crossed that special threshold as well, achieving a powerful release that send hot ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. The echoes in the empty apartment all seemed to converge around them, as if to cap off the life they’d build together within such sturdy walls.

“We did it, Lindsey. We did it,” he said breathlessly.

“Yes…we did,” she said through her orgasmic daze.

He wasn’t sure if she was referring to their sex or to how far their love had come. It really didn’t matter at that point. As their naked bodies radiated in the afterglow of shared euphoria, he withdrew his flesh from her and captured her lips in another loving kiss. She remained against the wall, their naked bodies glistening with sweat in the midday sun.

They had officially left their mark. Between the sweat that now clung to the walls and the smell of their sex permeating the empty apartment, it was safe to say that they had forged one last fond memory in his first true home.

“I’m going to miss this place even more, now,” Tyler said to her.

“I am too…carpet stains and all,” Lindsey said.

“We’ll make our new place even better,” he said confidently, “hopefully, with fewer stains and plumbing problems.”

“I can’t wait,” his love said with a beaming smile, “but before we unpack our things, let’s make sure the walls are just as sturdy!”

The following is a sexy short story I wrote while taking a shower one day. A lot sexy thoughts tend to happen in the shower, depending on the kind of day you’ve had. This one was simply sexy enough to inspire a story. Enjoy!

“Late, restless, and sore,” sighed Trevor Zander as he pulled into his driveway, “so what else is new?”

It had been yet another long day at the office. Again, Trevor got caught up with work that someone else should’ve done. Again, he had to be the one who picked up the slack because nobody else would. It was becoming too common, him pulling extra weight when others couldn’t. It wasn’t fair, but someone had to do it and he had to set the example.

It wasn’t fair, but it was still his responsibility. Ever since Trevor quit his comfortable desk job at an insurance company, his work/life balance had been erratic, to say the least. Ever since finishing college, he’d strived to be more than just some paper-pusher at someone else’s company. He wanted to star this own business, build his own legacy, and achieve his own goals. That meant putting in extra money, time, and effort. He just had no idea it could be so draining.

As he turned off his car and stared at the small house he could barely afford, Trevor considered staying in the car for the rest of the night. His wife, Rachel, deserved better. It was almost midnight and he’d promised that morning he would be home for dinner. The worst part of his day, by far, was when he had to call her that afternoon to let her know he had to break that promise.

It wasn’t the first time he’d gone back on his word, but it had been happening way too often lately. He’d kept making the same excuses. Breaking one minor promise helped him keep a much bigger promise he’d made the day they got married.

He told Rachel at the altar that he would give her a better life. He was going to start the business he’d been planning for since high school. He was going to rise above the poverty that had held his family back for years. He was going to give her and their future children every possible advantage. While he didn’t regret making that promise, he wished he’d thought it through.

“I’m a man of my word. I always have been,” he said distantly. “So why does it feel like I’m failing the woman I love?”

He wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel, if only to punish himself for breaking another promise. It didn’t matter that it was minor. He said he’d be home for dinner and he wasn’t. A lie was a lie, no matter the scale.

Now, it was almost midnight. For all he knew, she was fast asleep and he wouldn’t have a chance to apologize again. That was reason enough to hit himself upside the head, but that wouldn’t have made him feel less crappy.

“No excuses,” Trevor muttered. “You can beat yourself up all you want. You’ll never bury the excuses.”

That was something his father told him. He’d died several years ago, broken and in debt after working himself to the bone at a construction site. He was the one who encouraged Trevor to make something more of himself. So far, he couldn’t say he’d failed, but he couldn’t say he was succeeding either. The best he could do was prepare himself for more hard work and more broken promises.

“I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry, Rachel,” he said under his breath. “At some point, I need to make those words matter.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to achieve that goal anytime soon, Trevor sighed to himself again and got out of the car. The restlessness seemed to follow him as he entered his darkened house, the only light coming from the living room.

There, he found his beautiful wife lying on the couch, fast asleep with the TV remote still in her hand. She must have been waiting for him. She was wearing those old sweatpants and oversized T-shirt she always wore when she needed to relax. She usually tried to be up, no matter how late he got home. He didn’t hold it against her, but at least she never made a promise she couldn’t keep.

“Good night, my love,” he said. “At least one of us should get a peaceful night’s sleep. You deserve it.”

Casting her an affectionate smile, Trevor kissed her on the forehead before covering her with a light blanket. She barely stirred from his gentle touch. Being the heavy sleeper she was, he wasn’t worried about waking her.

Content to let his wife sleep peacefully, he made his way upstairs where he stripped out of his work clothes and made his way into the bathroom. He couldn’t keep his promise to be home in time for dinner, but he could still make it so he didn’t smell like copier ink in the morning. Having not had time to shower that morning, he needed something to help him relax, even if he didn’t deserve it.

“It’s got to get easier,” he said to himself as he waited for the water to warm up. “This can’t keep being the least stressful part of my day.”

His nerves still frayed and his mind still racing, Trevor entered the shower and began rinsing himself off. The hot torrent of water helped soothe some soreness he’d been feeling all afternoon, but that was the most he could hope for. He was too restless to sleep and he had another long day ahead of him tomorrow so chances were that harder days awaited him.

“This time, I won’t make promises I can’t keep,” Trevor told himself. “No more excuses…especially to the people I love.”

He kept telling himself that as he stood under the hot stream of water, letting it wash away the frustrations and rigors. He wasn’t sure if he would even try to sleep. Maybe he was better off just doing some work from home to get a head start on the next day, which already seemed so daunting.

As he contemplated that prospect, though, he heard the bathroom door open. Then, through the fogged up glass of the shower, he saw a familiar figure approach.

“Rachel?” Trevor called out. “Is that you?”

“Of course, my love,” replied that sweet, caring voice he knew so well. “Who else would be here for you this late?”

Before he could ask another question, the shower door opened. Sure enough, it was Rachel, wide awake and with a loving smile on her face. He was so taken aback that he almost forgot he was naked and looking right at her.

“Looks like you had another rough day,” Rachel said. “Hell, you’ve been having a lot of those lately. And I feel like I can do more to help.”

Then, that loving smile never leaving her face, she took off her clothes. Even though Trevor had even her naked many times before, watching the woman he loved strip was still a sight to behold. He was at such a loss for words that he barely moved when she entered the shower with him.

“Scoot,” she said. “There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

“I know,” said Trevor, “but…”

“No buts,” she said, silencing him with a finger to the lips. “I know it’s late. I know you’re overworked and over-stressed. That’s exactly why you need this…why we need this.”

Trevor wasn’t about to argue with a beautiful naked woman. He was more than happy to make some room for Rachel, who hadn’t been fast asleep after all. He was all too eager to enter her loving embrace, their naked bodies coming together in an almost desperate need for love and comfort. With the hot water still cascading down between them, he finally felt some semblance of relief.

“Are you going to at least let me say I’m sorry?” Trevor asked her as he held her in his powerful arms.

“You already did, remember?” Rachel reply.

“I know, but it’s worth saying again. I promised you I’d be home for dinner and I wasn’t. I keep trying to make time with you and things just keep getting in the way.”

“That’s bound to happen for someone trying to build his own business.”

“That’s not the point. What good is building something if you don’t even have a chance to share it? I’m not just doing this for me, remember? I’m doing this for us.”

“I know you are,” said Rachel, “and I love you for that. I also knew we were in for a lot of sleepless nights when I agreed to marry you…and I’m not just talking about our honeymoon.”

“Except that was sleepless for very different reasons,” he said with curt grin.

“But you’re not the only one who made big promises on our wedding day. I remember making a few of my own. And I’d like to keep one of them tonight while I have the chance.”

That sweet, caring tone in her voice made all stress from earlier melt away. Then, still standing in a naked wet embrace, she kissed him. It might have been the best possible remedy for such a long day. Tasting her lips while feeling her breasts press up against his chest was such a wonderful feeling. It helped remind him why he’d made such lofty promises to her in the first place.

For while, they just soaked it in, kissing and caressing one another under the steaming torrent of water. Rachel lovingly pawed his chest and back while he felt up her womanly curves, giving her butt some extra attention along the way. Despite all the stress he’d endured from a long day at work, his body still reacted to her sensual affections. He could already feel an arousal building between them.

Rachel must have felt it too because, as they kissed, her touching drifted down towards his lower body. Her hand soon made contact with his manhood, which was already semi-hard. Without saying another word, she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.

“Rachel,” Trevor gasped as he felt his wife’s hand on his cock, “what are you doing?”

“Pleasing you,” was all she said.

That was all she needed to say. Still looking up at him with those loving eyes, she sensually licked her lips before taking his member into her mouth. It made his legs tremble, his knees almost buckling on the spot. Trevor had to hold onto the glossy walls of the shower for support, the sudden flood of sensations coursing through his body.

Rachel was skilled at a lot of things, but oral sex was one of her specialties. She knew just how he liked it, suckling his member with care and precision. She was so thorough, slithering her tongue along his manly length and squeezing the shaft with her firm grip. It was enough to divert the flow of blood in his body and refocus his thoughts on something other than work.

“Ooh Rachel!” Trevor moaned. “That’s just…what I need.”

That only encouraged her. With the water still falling around them, she sucked him harder, bobbing her head back and forth along his rigid length. Trevor soon found himself fully aroused and overwhelmed with desire. Looking at his wife, he no longer cared for broken promises or stressful nights. His only desire was to make love to her in the way she deserved.

“My love,” she said to him after giving his shaft one last lick, “I think you need something more.”

“So do you, my darling wife,” Trevor said with a grin, “so do you.”

Her eyes radiating a similar desire, she rose up from the shower floor. From there, Trevor took the initiative. Empowered with newfound passion and determined with renewed focus, he turned her around and pinned her up against the nearby wall so that her heart-shaped butt was pointed right at him. From there, lust and instinct took over.

Now positioned behind her, Trevor grabbed hold of her waist and aligned his rigid manhood with her wet entrance. He then delivered an intimate thrust, entering Rachel’s womanly depths. Gasps and moans quickly followed. Their flesh now united in a passionate harmony, they began moving together under the torrent of water.

“Oh Rachel!” Trevor moaned.

“Mmm…are you pleased, my love?” Rachel moaned in response.

“Ooh yeah!”

She’d really done it. Moments ago, he’d been so anxious and restless. Now, he’d joined her in a shared daze of passion. He honestly couldn’t imagine a better remedy for such a long day.

As their naked bodies moved to the steady pace of their lovemaking, he lovingly kissed down her neck, savoring the taste of her naked skin. Rachel loved having her neck teased. It always drove her wild during their intimate moments. It showed in the way she bucked her hips in accord with his every thrust, using the wall as leverage every step of the way.

As the intensity escalated, his hand found hers and their fingers interlocked. Rachel also turned her head at times so they could share a loving kiss, a gesture of love to balance an act of raw lust. It led to more heated movements. Aided by both intense arousal and the steamy environment of the shower, his manly flesh slithered effortlessly within her womanly depths. Just as she knew how to please him in his most stressful moments, he knew how to please her too.

“Rachel, I…I’m getting close,” Trevor whispered into her ear.

“Me too, Trevor. Me…too!” Rachel gasped. “Let’s…let’s do it together!”

“You please me. I please you. It’s only fair.”

It couldn’t have been more fitting, him returning the favor for her going out of her way. She was such a good woman. She deserved the best and Trevor was going to give it to her.

For the final push to ecstasy, he withdrew from her briefly and turned her around. He then pinned her up against the shower wall again, hitched her leg up over his arm, and entered her again. He made sure to be extra fervent with the pace of their lovemaking, locking eyes with his beautiful wife and caressing her face in preparation for the final moment. When it arrived, the look of joy on her face made every stressful day so worth it.

“Oohhhh Trevor!”

It was a sight to behold, his wife climaxing before his eyes. There was something extra special about it in the steamy ambiance of their shower. It made his own descent into ecstasy that much more satisfying.

In that moment, it all came together. She clung it him desperately as orgasmic bliss consumed her body. He held onto her as white hot pleasure surged through him, his manly flesh throbbing within her hot depths. A mixing of their juices coupled with intense sensations made for a harmonious culmination, one that felt as rewarding as keeping a promise.

“Trevor,” Rachel said, her face still awash with passion, “I still believe in you…in us.”

“Yeah…me too,” said Trevor breathlessly.

“You haven’t…broken your promises. You’re doing…your part. I want to do mine too.”

“You are, Rachel,” he said with a wide grin. “You most certainly are. And I won’t forget that again. I promise.”