EROTICA: Too Dirty

Book 1: Pop Her Cherry
Book 2: Virgin Stepbrother
Book 3: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs
Book 4: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs 2
Book 5: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs 3
Book 6: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs 4
Book 7: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs 5
Book 8: Lisa’s Stepbrother Lover
Book 9: Baby You Got a Speeding Ticket

Book 1: Pop Her Cherry
By Ella Gottfried

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

The airport was crowded as Katie made her way off the plane. People pushed from every direction as they tried to rush to and from their destinations. It was weird being back in the states; things were so hurried, not like Europe.

She was already missing the beautiful country and the people as she stood at the luggage claim watching suitcases travel in circles while their owners anxiously waited for them.

Her bag was large, and as she tugged at it, part of the material ripped from underneath. No one helped her with the suitcase that was twice her size; everyone was too busy with their own schedule.

“Welcome home,” She thought to herself.

Katie looked around for her mother, Maria, but didn’t see her. She had expected her to greet her at the airport, especially since it had been over a year since she seen her last, and almost four years since she had actually been home to stay.

All the years she spent at the private school for girls, she dreamed of coming home, thinking maybe things would be different between her and her mother, but here she stood… alone in the airport.

Katie pulled her phone from her bag, and stared at the screen. There were no texts and no missed calls.

“Miss Katie.” Someone said from behind her.

She turned to see an older gentleman holding a sign with her name. He was looking at a picture he had in his hand, and showed it to her.

“Yes, that’s me.” She said.

The photo was outdated. She was still wearing braces, and her long blonde hair was done in tight braids.

“You look different.” The man said.

“Yes, that pictures four years old.” She said.

The man introduced himself as Thomas, and told her he was hired to bring her home.

Katie forced a smile on her face, but her fists clenched from anger. She couldn’t believe the nerve of her mother, not even willing to pick her up at the airport.

Thomas was kind, taking control over her large bag and showing her to the car. A long black limo, well, at least mother was willing to have her picked up in style.

In the car, Katie stared out the window, watching the scenery change from the busy city to the countryside where she lived. Well, where her mother lived. It seemed she spent most of her time away at school, even when she was younger. Katie believed that was so her mother could troll for men without the inconvenience of a child in her way.

Feeling hurt, but also angry, Katie dialed her mother’s number.

“Hello sweetie.” She said.

Her voice was thick and coated in a southern accent that Katie always despised.

“I’m on my way home.” Katie said.

“Good, so Thomas found you then.” She said.

“Yes, but why didn’t you come?” Katie asked.

She hated that she still needed her mother’s love. It was something that she felt she never had, so she couldn’t figure out why it still even mattered, especially now.

“I couldn’t drive.” She said.

Katie listened as her mother told her she had gotten liposuction to remove the fat and cellulite from her arms and legs. It was a never-ending repair job, her mother.

“So, you’re still recovering?” Katie asked.

“Yes, I’m home, and walking… but the medication requires I don’t drive.” She said.

Her mother always loved to continue the medication far longer than necessary, mainly for the high. So, Katie knew that her mother was more than recovered from her latest surgery, and even if she couldn’t drive, she could have ridden with Thomas.

“Joel’s been taking very good care of me.” She said. Katie’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name. Joel was her mother’s husband when she went away to the boarding school for girls.  He was young, beautiful, and funny. Katie had a slight crush on him, and was excited to find out he was still there.

It was so unlink her mother to keep a husband more than three years, and this would be almost four years.

Katie started doing the math, the last time she seen Joel she was 15 and he was 23, so that would make him 27 now, way too old for her mother’s tastes.

The six months before being sent away to boarding school, she and Joel had become great friends. He even wrote to her over the years, and when she came home for visits, he always picked her up and brought her home. But, it had been an entire year she had been gone abroad, and she had not spoken to Joel, she just assumed he had been traded in for a newer model.

“Joel’s still there?” Katie asked.

She knew the surprise in her voice was obvious.

“Yes, he’s still here.” Maria said.

Katie felt a pause of hesitation in her mother’s voice. She wasn’t sure if it was from the question, or the answer.

“Good.” Katie said.

“He’s excited to see you.” She said.

“He wanted to pick you up, but I need him here.” She added.

Katie felt a tingling sensation that was familiar. Her stomach had butterflies and her head felt light at the thought Joel was excited to see her. She wished her mother would have let him come pick her up. The long ride home from the airport would have been more enjoyable with him. Thomas was boring. He didn’t speak, and the darkened divider was up, so she couldn’t even see him.

Katie hung up with her mother, and then leaned back in her seat. Her eyes closed, and she let her mind drift to Joel.

She imagined his lifting her in his strong arms, swinging her around the yard as he smiled. Katie planned out her entire week around Joel, they would take long walks and talk like they used to, she could tell him all about her experiences, and he could complain about her mother, they would swim, play cards, listen to music, and spent every single second together.

Chapter Two

The limo pulled into the long lane to Katie’s large house. It was too large, especially for just her mother and Joel, but her mother always wanted the very best, and with her grandfather’s money, she got what she wanted.

Disappointment filled Katie’s heart as the front doors didn’t open. She wasn’t greeted by Joel running into her arms, just a little yippy dog at the bottom of the entrance steps.

Thomas opened her door, helped her out of the car and then gathered her large suitcase. She felt bad watching him struggle to get it up the long entrance staircase to the door, but she knew she couldn’t lift it.

He rang the doorbell for assistance as Katie gathered the rest of her belongings from the back-seat.

When she turned around, there he was: his hair dark and wavy, his smile wide and bright, and his eyes, oh his eyes, so blue and dreamy.

“Welcome home kiddo!” He said.

Katie walked towards him, waiting for him to take her into his arms like he used to, but he just smiled.

“You look great.” He said.

“Thanks.” Katie said.

She was disappointed. Her long blonde hair was finally styled and no longer pulled in a ponytail or braids. Her braces were gone, and her breasts had finally developed into full rounds that normally got men’s attention, but not Joel.

“You’re all grown up.” He said.

His voice was a little shaky, and Katie could sense he was feeling a little uncomfortable around her. She decided to shake it off, figuring it had just been too long since she had seen him last, and it would take him time to warm back up to her.

She followed him inside. Her mother was lying across the long couch with a white satin robe. She looked like a movie star with her large fake breasts, filled in lips, and numerous hair extensions. Katie knew she had become obsessed with cosmetic surgery and anything that would promise to give her back her youth, but she was beginning to look like someone else, not her mother.

Joel carried the large suitcase up the stairs to her room without any effort. Katie watched as his strong arms hoisted the bag to his waist and hiked the stairs.

“I’m so glad your home, dear.” Maria said.

“Thank you.” Katie said.

She wasn’t sure if she was glad to be home yet or not. The only thing she was sure about was Joel was still as hot as ever, hotter if that was possible.

“Go on up to your room and get settled. We’ll go out for dinner when you get dressed.” Maria said.

Katie felt a tinge of anger fill her gut. If her mother was not able to pick her up at the airport, how was it, she was suddenly able to make it to dinner.

Katie climbed the long spiral staircase to her room. Joel had placed her bag on the floor at the foot of her bed.

“How many surgeries has she done?” Katie asked.

Joel rolled his eyes.

“I quit counting.” He said.

“She looks different.” Katie said.

“Well, she’s scared to death of turning 40 this year.” Joel said.

Katie always felt like he defended Maria, making excuses for her behavior. It drove her crazy.

“She looks 50!” Katie exclaimed.

“Agreed!” Joel said.

He shot Katie a smile, one that looked familiar. She was so glad he was still there. She couldn’t imagine living in the house alone with her mother.

Katie slipped out of her clothes. She had been traveling for hours, and all she wanted to do was shower. Her reflection in the mirror had changed; she was no longer that little awkward kid Joel used to tease. She had turned into a stunningly beautiful woman.

Her hands lingered on her hips, sliding up and down as she visually measured her body in the mirror. There wasn’t much she could complain about, except the small mole on her belly right above her curly patch of hairs.

She looked in the shower in her room, realizing there was nothing stocked. Her mother must not have felt good enough to order someone to get her bathroom ready for her arrival.

“Ugh!” Katie exclaimed and walked back into the bedroom.

Joel was standing in the doorway, frozen as he stared at her naked body. His eyes lingered on her breasts, and then her mole before making it back to her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

Katie was frozen in her own spot. Her breasts felt tight, and her stomach fluttered as his eyes took her in. This was the first man that ever seen her naked and it was Joel. That excited her.

He covered his eyes. Katie grabbed at the throw blanket on the bed and covered herself up.

“I just wanted to ask you where you would like to go tonight. Maria said she is staying in, so I was going to take you out.” Joel said.

Her throat tightened as she gulped. The butterflies in her guy started doing somersaults at the thought of being alone with Joel.

“I would really like a hamburger.” She said.

“A hamburger it is, let me know where you’re ready kiddo.” He said.

Katie watched as he backed out of the room. She knew she should have been embarrassed, but his eyes were so welcomed on her nude body, it surprised even her.

She quickly grabbed her shower bag and stood under the hot water. As it ran down her body, it traced her curves, sliding from her breasts, to her waist, off her hips to her ass cheeks before hitting the shower floor.

That look in Joel’s eyes as he lingered on her body was fresh in her mind, and she knew it was a look of pleasure. The thought of her body pleasing him sent tingles between her legs and tightened her nipples.

“Why did my mom have to marry him? He’s so hot!” She said to herself.

Katie tried to shake off her arousal as she dried off and then dressed. She picked out a cute sundress that showed off her new figure, and let her hair hand down her back. She liked that look he gave her, and she wanted to see it again.

Chapter Three

Maria was still lying on the couch in her white satin robe when Katie came downstairs.

“Where’s Joel?” Katie asked.

Her mother gave her a strange look, almost as if she were jealous.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” She asked.

Her tone was hateful and irritated.

“Yes.” Katie said.

She felt her confidence start to decline from her mother’s disapproval of her sundress.

“You don’t leave much to the imagination do you?” Maria said with a chuckle.

Katie frowned at her mother. Her dress was not revealing. It was short, but not as short as the ones her mother wore, and the bust line was flattering, elegant even.

“I think she looks nice.” Joel said.

Katie was relieved to see him enter the room. He smiled at her kindly, and then gave her a wink.

She watched as he leaned over her mother to give her a kiss. Maria turned her head so he could only kiss her cheek.

“I just got my lips done.” She said.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. They shoved some of that fat in your ass into your lips, so now I can truly kiss your ass.” He said.

His tone was playful, but Katie could sense his irritation with her mother.

Maria grabbed her pill bottle, shot Joel an angry look, and then popped two Vicodin.

“Are you ready?” Joel asked.

Katie nodded. She was ready; ready to get away from her mother, and to spend some time alone with Joel.

Thomas was outside waiting on them, but Joel told him he planned to drive. Katie was relieved to not have a chaperone, and riding beside Joel in his sports car felt not only exciting, but intimate.

The ride into the city was short, and Joel didn’t seem to have much to say. Katie was still feeling a tension between them, as if they were strangers all of a sudden.

She noticed he avoided taking his eyes away from hers throughout dinner. She wanted him to see her, to look at her like he did earlier; like a woman.

The greasy burgers were delicious. She hadn’t had a good American cheeseburger for over a year, and she knew she was less than ladylike as she shoved it into her mouth.

“Slow down.” Joel said.

He was laughing, and for the first time she had arrived home, he seemed relaxed around her.

“It’s just so good.” She said.

She had mustard dripping down her chin and a mouthful as she spoke.

Joel leaned in, wiped the mustard from her face with his napkin, and then lingered for what felt like an eternity.

Katie’s heart pounded inside of her chest, she stared into his eyes and waiting for him to kiss her.

“Well, you ready to head home?” He asked.

“Sure.” She said.

She was disappointed, but she knew she was being silly thinking he would kiss her. He was married to her mother.

The drive home was awkward. He never mentioned walking in on her naked, and throughout the entire night he avoided looking at anything but her eyes. She had picked the sundress out especially for him, hoping that he would enjoy her beauty and she could see that look in his eye again, but it seemed to be gone.

Back at the house, Maria had gone to bed, and the house was quiet. It was too early to go to bed, and she hoped that Joel would want to stay up with her and catch up.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Katie asked.

“I really should go check on Maria.” He said.

He seemed so distant, so different. Katie couldn’t understand the change. He used to love hanging out with her, but now, it was like he couldn’t wait to get away from her.

Katie told him she understood, even though she didn’t. She went upstairs, unpacked her belongings, and could hear Joel and her mother arguing in the next room. She listened in the doorway, making out Joel saying something about a man named Randy, and then she was pretty sure she heard her mother say her name. She quickly shut the door, not wanting to intrude on their private conversation any further.

To her, it just sounded like trouble in paradise. Joel had overstayed his welcome, and her mother was probably ready to read him in for a younger model… as usual.

As Katie unpacked, she found her bikini. It was a warm night, and the pool looked very inviting. She decided to slip it on, and sneak downstairs to the pool for a swim.

The conversation seemed to be over in her mother’s bedroom, so she headed downstairs.

Outside, the night air felt cool on her skin, making the water in the pool feel like bath water.

As she submerged her body into the water, she thought she noticed a shadow in the French patio doors.

After a few minutes, Joel came outside. He sat down in a lounge chair by the pool, and popped open a beer can.

“Beautiful night for a swim.” He said.

“Yes, get in with me…” Katie urged.

“I’m good, but thank you.” He said.

She watched as he sipped on his beer. His eyes lingered on the water, but not on Katie, who swam the length of the pool back and forth.

When she finished five laps, she emerged from the ladder in front of Joel.

Her hair was slicked back by the water, her nipples pushing through the thin material of her bikini top, and her hips barely hanging on to the string bottoms she wore.

She watched as his eyes moved down her body, slowly taking in every inch of her as he sipped on his beer.

When he looked back to her eyes, there was that look she was craving. Excitement spread through her veins like wildfire.

“Good night.” He said.

He quickly got up from his chair, chugged his beer and headed into the house.

Katie was left feeling aroused, anguished, and disappointed yet again. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, or even expected of Joel, but it was more than this.

Chapter Four

Katie dried off and went into the pool house. She found a fluffy white robe and hung it by the shower and slipped out of her wet bikini.

Her nipples were hard and erect, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the cold air or the excitement of Joel’s look.

Her hands glided down her body as she stepped under the water. It was warm and soothing, and her skin felt tingly at its touch.

Her hand slid between her legs, sliding past her soft pink skin. She was wet, not from the water, but from her own excitement. The sensation of her fingers gliding across her pussy caused it to ache.

She thought about Joel’s eyes, his dark wavy hair and muscular arms. It was obvious he liked what he saw, and that was creating a stir between Katie’s legs.

Her hand continued to slide between her legs, rubbing gently against her slippery skin. The water tickled her clit with hard blasts as her fingers separated, giving it access to her intimacy.

She wanted Joel to touch her this way; to feel the excitement he stirred in her. She imagined his hand between her legs, closed her eyes and gently stroked her plump lips. Her finger slid in between her folds, and teased the opening of her virgin pussy.

She wanted to know what it was like to have someone make love to her, to fuck her. Her finger slid inside, pushing as deep as she could reach. The water smacked against her breasts like small angry tongues at her nipples, and her hand pumped between her legs causing the water to splash to her feet.

Katie pressed her back against the cool tile, lifted her leg to the bench in the shower, and pushed deeper inside of her pussy with her fingers.

Her juices were flowing down her hand, mixing with the water as she let out a moan. The large empty room echoed her moan, causing her to tense.

The thought of getting caught, especially by Joel fueled her excitement, causing her to fuck herself harder and faster.

Her moans grew, echoing through the pool house. Her knees felt weak, his head went dizzy, and she felt a rush of excitement push through her body as she orgasmed on her hand.

She clenched her legs together, bit her bottom lip and let out a tiny squeal as her body throbbed around her fingers.

She was 19, beautiful, but still a virgin and she hated that fact. She wanted to experience what it was like to be with a man, but not just any man… Joel.

Something sounded in the darkness, similar to a can being kicked. Katie quickly grabbed the fluffy white robe hanging by the shower and wrapped it around her.

She left her wet bathing suit hanging on the bench to dry and walked out into the main pool house.

The room was dark, but a shadow pushed through the darkness and into the night air. Katie felt her heart sink at the thought of someone being inside there, watching her, listening to her. What if it was Thomas she thought?

As she walked through the pool house to the door, she looked down at the beer can on the floor. It was a Budweiser, what Joel drank by the pool while she swam.

Outside, there was no one by the pool, and the French doors to the house were closed tightly. She called out, but no one answered.

She felt a little tingle between her legs at the thought of Joel watching her. But, she still wasn’t sure.

Inside the house, everything was quiet. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and started to head upstairs. She noticed Joel sitting on the sofa, he looked white as a ghost, and his breathing was rapid.

“You ok?” She asked.

“Yes, I Uh was chasing a raccoon off the back porch.” He said.

“So, that was you in the pool house?” She asked.

Joel looked shocked. She could tell he wasn’t sure how to answer that without incriminating himself.

“I, uh, just went in for a second to check things out. I heard a noise, and seen the light…” He said.

He seemed to be stumbling over his words, and making them up as he went along.

Katie smiled. There was something sexy about the way he became embarrassed so easily.

“I didn’t know you were in there.” He said.

Katie still smiled.

“Until I heard the shower…” He added.

One thing Katie knew about Joel, was that he rambled when he was nervous. He was certainly rambling now, and she loved every minute of it.

“Ok, I just heard a noise, and I saw your beer can on the floor.” Katie said.

Her smile was coy, and her eyes wide as she spoke.

“So, how’s mom?” Katie asked.

“She’s fine. Asleep.” He said.

“Good.” Katie said.

“Well, I better get to bed myself.” Joel said.

Katie watched him quickly get up and nervously walk past her. She had shaken him up, and that excited her. She gripped his wrist before he made it to the stairs and spun him around towards her.

Her arms opened, revealing a portion of her right breast, and she moved towards him.

“Can I have a hug?” She asked.

“Of course, kiddo!” He said.

He moved in towards her, pulling her in for a hug. Her chest was pressed against his, and she could feel his heart racing beneath his muscles. His breathing had calmed, but was still winded.

He squeezed her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder. His hot breath caressed her skin, causing her arousal to grow.

As she pushed her body against his, she was sure she felt an erection against her thigh. She pushed harder against it, yes, it was an erection.

Joel pushed away, looked at her with a strange guilt in his eyes, and then kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight kiddo.” He said.

“Goodnight.” She said.

She watched him walk up the stairs. His ass was tight and round in his tight jeans, and his hair fell just to the back of his neck. He was delicious.

Katie closed her bedroom door and went into the bathroom. She opened the white robe, letting it fall to the floor as she stood in front of the mirror.

Her reflection was breathtaking, even to her. She turned to check out her own ass, and then sat on the stool in the bathroom, opening her legs in front of the mirror.

She pushed apart her folds, revealing her tight center, and slid a finger inside while she watched. It was so tight, so small, and the erection pushed against her thigh just moments ago, so large and hard.

Her legs opened wider, and she pushed two fingers inside. She watched as her skin stretched to accommodate the extra meat, but was still curious how it would accommodate a hard cock.

She felt her excitement increase as she watched her pink skin cling to her fingers, tugging on them as if begging them to fuck her harder. She shoved her fingers in deep, holding back her moan as she fucked herself with a fast, steady rhythm.

It was so easy to get worked up when thinking about Joel, and she was surprised at how easily she could reach an orgasm with his eyes in her mind.

A tap at her door startled her. She quickly pulled her fingers from between her legs, and wrapped the robe around her body. She was aching in the spot where her fingers just left, and her breathing had become shallow as her excitement grew.

She walked to the door, slowly opening it up. Joel stood on the other side.

He had a concerned look on his face.

“Did I wake you?” He whispered.

“No, I was up.” Katie said.

She didn’t want to admit she was up fucking herself yet again. Her fingers probably smelled of her pussy, so she shoved them into the pocket of the fluffy robe. She tried to calm her breathing, but she knew it was obvious she had been up to something.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“I was just doing my evening exercises.” She said.

She was surprised at how quickly she came up with a lie. And she had to admit, it was much better than his lies earlier.

“I just wanted to say I was sorry… if I startled you earlier in the pool house.” He said softly.

Katie smiled. He had startled her, but more importantly, he excited her.

“It’s ok.” She said.

“No, it isn’t.” He said.

“I shouldn’t have gone inside at all…” He said.

Katie felt her face turn pink from embarrassment. It was obvious he heard her, or maybe even seen her masturbating in the shower. He just acted too guilty.

“I mean, after walking in on you in here, and then…” He said.

“And then what?” Katie asked.

She had cut him off from finishing his sentence, and he seemed more grateful for that than her.

“And then… scaring you.” He said.

“I wasn’t scared…” Katie said.

Her eyes locked onto his. She had a strange urge to drop her robe, begging for that look again. But, she refrained, kept her composure and smiled.

There was that look again. The one where he noticed her, and was turned on. She didn’t even have to drop her robe to get it…. her entire body felt hot as he looked at her.

“Goodnight.” He said.

“Goodnight.” Katie responded.

She shut the door, and plopped onto her bed. He really was delicious. His eyes were enough to send her over the edge of an orgasm, so she couldn’t even imagine what his touch could do…. she had decided. Joel was the one she wanted to pop her cherry.

The End of Book 1 of 5

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Book 2: Virgin Stepbrother
by Ella Gottfried

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

The restaurant was crowded and Mandi Thomas was not used to waiting for anything. She was the popular girl in school, and the head cheerleader for the high school football team. Why was she in this crappy Chinese restaurant anyway?

Her mother, Karen, was hanging on Tom’s arm. She was acting like a freak with her clingy behavior, embarrassing Mandi to death. Why did she like this man so much? He was tall, lanky, balding already in his 40’s, and his sense of humor was dry and boring. And the worst part about the man was his son, Todd, who was probably the weirdest kid in school.

This was her 18th birthday, her 18th! So, why did her mom insist on bringing them to this place, and why on earth did she invite Tom and his weird son Todd?

Tom smiled at her with his awkward grin. She knew he was nervous, he always was around her, but tonight… there was something else going on.

Todd stared at his feet. His black combat boots with his tight skinny jeans tucked into them looked ridiculous. It was 80 degrees outside, but he still insisted on wearing that horrific black beanie on his head with ‘Metallica’ written on it. ‘Yeah, we get it Todd, you’re a heavy metal freak!’

He glanced up, catching Mandi staring him down and quickly froze at her contact. She smiled at him with a bitchy little smile, the one she usually reserved for the girls in school that she didn’t like.

“Our table’s ready,” her mom announced.

Mandi watched her almost drag Tom though the restaurant towards the back. The small Asian woman motioned for them to take a seat in a bright red booth. Mandi cringed as she watched her mom and Tom squeeze into one side, leaving her and Todd to share the remaining seat. “You first,” she said.

Todd sat down and scooted to the edge of the seat as far as he could. Mandi sat down beside him, leaving as much space between them as possible. He smelled of pot and something musty. Why his dad? Why did her mom have to fall for his dad?

“So, we have some news,” her mother’s voice was perky as she spoke. Too perky.

Mandi stared at her mother as if to control her thoughts. She already knew what her mother was going to say, and every ounce of her being wanted to shut her up before it was too late to take back.

“Tom and I are getting married…” she said.

Fuck, she said it….now its official!

Tom put his arm around her mother, squeezing her close. They both had smiles that were sickening, and Mandi truly felt sick.

She had no words for her mother. Her pop arrived in front of her and she quietly sipped on the straw as she stared angrily at the woman who just ruined her life.

“That’s great guys,” Todd said.

His voice was too deep for his lanky frame. When he spoke, Mandi just wanted to punch him in the throat. His dark hair was pushing out from underneath his beanie and his bangs almost covered his eyes. The large Army jacket he wore smelled and the weather offered no dictation as to why he wore it, especially inside. Just shut up Todd!

“Mandi, I bought you a cake for later at home, and Tom and I have a surprise for you at home,” her mother said.

A surprise? They weren’t getting married, this was all a joke?

“I have plans with my friends,” Mandi said.

“And Steven?” her mother asked.

“Yes,” she responded.

Why her mother disliked Steven was beyond her. He was the quarterback on their high school football team and had just graduated with honors. He was headed to Harvard where he planned to continue his football career while studying to be a lawyer. He was a pompous ass at times, sure, but it was only because he expected only the best from the people in his life.

“Don’t stay out too late, I would like to talk to you, alone…” her mother said.

“I’m 18 now mom,” Mandi’s tone was a little catty.

“I would just like to talk to you Mandi, that’s all. I’m asking if you can make some time for your mother later, is that ok?” her mother snapped.

“Sure,” she replied.

She felt bad for her attitude, it wasn’t her mother’s fault Tom had a tool for a son, but it was hers for dating him in the first place. If she wanted to be alone, why didn’t she have her 18th birthday somewhere for just the two of them? Really? Why invite these two losers, and then announce she is marrying one of them? That couldn’t have waited until after her birthday?

Mandi didn’t think that dinner would ever end. Todd ate so damn slow she wanted to shovel the food into his mouth just so they could get out of there. She knew she should have driven separately…

Finally, the check!

Tom gripped the check and handed the server his credit card. He had a weird look of pride on his face that Mandi didn’t quite understand. It was a mediocre at best restaurant, so what was the bill… $50, maybe?

In the car on the way home, Mandi got to spend a few minutes alone with her mother. Tom was following behind them in his car with Todd, and she knew they would be invading her home within seconds of her pulling into the drive.

“Are you sure about this?”

Her mother smiled wide and turned to her daughter. She looked happy, Mandi just couldn’t figure out why.

“What do you even like about Tom?” Mandi asked.

“Mandi, he is a wonderful man, give him a chance. He’s kind, very attentive, funny, and I happen to think he’s quite sexy,” her mother responded.

It had been rough after the divorce, and Mandi did hate seeing her mother alone. Tom was there for her lately, always making her smile and laugh. Maybe he was an ok guy, but he still had that horrible son.

“When is this happening?” Mandi asked.

“Monday morning. We decided since we both have been married already that we would go to the justice of the peace and then take a honeymoon later,” she said.

Next week? Mandi’s head was spinning. This was happening way too fast.

“And you’ll live with him?” Mandi asked.

Of course it was a stupid question, Mandi knew that, but it was one she needed answered.

“He and Todd are moving into our house this weekend,” she said.

What the fuck? Mandi was not ready for that answer. That was not the answer she wanted.

Her lips tightened and she got out of the car as soon as her mother pulled into the driveway. She reached in her purse for her keys and opened the door to her red Mustang. She refused to look at anyone, her mother, Tom, and especially Todd as she pulled out and towards the party at the water tower with her friends and Steven.

Chapter Two

“Mandi!”

The yell comes in unison as Tina and Jessica run towards her car.

Booze soaked the air as they leaned into her window to say hello. They started the party without her…typical.

Tina started rambling about Steven, and how he was getting irritated that Mandi hadn’t arrived yet. Jessica was already drunk, not that it took much for her 85 pound body to become inebriated, but it was only nine o’ clock.

A tall boy was leaned against the tree in front of her car. He wore a varsity jacket and chugged a beer before turning towards her. Steven, he was so beautiful, so popular, and sometimes, so annoying.

“It’s about time,” he said.

His breath smelled of alcohol even worse than Jessica’s. His blue eyes were piercing through her as he pulled her in towards him.

“I told you I had dinner,” Mandi said.

The irritation was thick on her tone as he pulled her towards the others. A group of kids were all partying next to the water tower where they built a fire. Lawn chairs lined the metal ring of fire, but Steven pulled her to a large flannel blanket on the ground behind everyone. Mandi would have found it romantic if Steven planned to snuggle with her on that blanket, but she knew he would disappear to socialize with his buddies, leaving her to entertain Tina and Jessica.

Cheap beer drifted from his lips as he pushed them against her. She felt his hands lift under her ass cheeks as he pulled her to her tippy toes. His kiss was always sloppy, too aggressive, and lacked any real romance. Tina and Jessica smiled at her as he walked away. “You’re so lucky!” Jessica squealed.

“So, have you heard from UCLA yet?” Tina asked.

“Yes, I’m in!” Mandi exclaimed.

The girls hugged, bouncing as they all let out high-pitched squeals. She knew she was going to be far away from Steven, but the main goal was to get as far away from Todd as possible.

Mandi knew her and Steven’s relationship was over once summer ended and they went their separate ways to college. Sure, they would see each other on holidays and would probably even hook up, but date, no. Mandi planned to have a good time in college, and she was sure Steven felt the same way.

Tina was dating Kevin, the kicker on the team, and they both decided to go to Brown together. Jessica was not planning on going to college, and neither was her boyfriend Greg, but it was doubtful they would stay together. Mandi knew by the end of the night they would be fighting so hard, one would throw a punch, and one would be in tears…there was never a guarantee on which one did what.

“So, my mom dropped the bomb on me tonight. She and Tom are getting married. And, he and his weird ass son will soon be moving into MY house this weekend.’ Mandi said.

“Ewe, Todd’s going to be your stepbrother?” Tina asked.

Mandi felt her eyes roll. She couldn’t believe this was happening, especially on her birthday.

“That’s just fucked up…you know he has a crush on you,” Jessica said.

Mandi fell back onto the blanket and stared up at the stars. The sky was bright and the moon shone onto the water tower displaying all the graffiti they plastered on it over the years. She was going to miss high school, her friends, and as she looked over at Steven, she felt like she would even miss him.

This was her last summer to enjoy her freedom, and it was going to be spent with Todd.

Yes, Todd did look at her funny, he always had. But, he looked at a lot of girls that way. He was awkward and had no game, and since he failed a year and was older than the other girls, he just felt like a creeper.

“Let’s go!” Greg yelled.

Jessica could hardly move. The alcohol was kicking in hard and she looked close to passing out. Greg scooped her up and carried her to his truck. Mandi and Tina just looked at one another. They knew as long as Jessica remained passed out, they could avoid the drama of her and Greg’s passionate fights.

Kevin came over and wrapped his arms around Tina, kissing her softly on the neck. She giggled and turned towards him, pressing her lips on his cheek. Mandi watched as her friend smiled at her before disappearing into the woods with him.

The path through the woods led to a secluded area by the lake. Many of the kids would disappear back there during parties to make out. It was where she lost her virginity to Steven just a year ago.

As everyone started to couple up, Steven made his way back over to Mandi. It was obvious he had drank too much, and this is when she found him to be more annoying than charming, although, he felt the more he drank, the more charming he became.

“I heard you’re getting a new stepbrother,” he said.

“That little dweeb so much as looks at you I’ll fuck him up,” he added.

“He’s harmless,” Mandi said.

“Oh, maybe you like him looking at ya?” he said with a strange laugh.

Mandi knew he was trying to tease her, and she usually enjoyed his sarcasm, but tonight he just seemed annoying.

“I’ll drive you home,” Mandi said.

Chapter Three

The headlights of Mandi’s Mustang shone down the empty lane. Everyone had either gone home already or had found a spot in the dark to spend some time alone.

Steven was handsome, even when he was drinking. The moonlight made his blonde hair glisten and when he smiled his teeth were surprisingly white in the darkened car.

“Go to our spot,” he said.

His words no longer sounded slurred, but instead, dripped like honey from his lips. Mandi knew exactly where their spot was, she had been there many times with Steven.

She pulled the car down the lane, turning towards the lake instead of the main road. Her car sat nicely between two trees, giving them a beautiful view of the lake as she turned the ignition off. The moon left a large streak across the water and its light spilled into the car onto Steven.

His smile was beautifully intoxicating. She watched him get out of the car and then climb into the backseat. His confidence, although irritating at times, was somehow foreplay at that moment.

“Come back here and snuggle with me,” he said.

Snuggle, yeah, Mandi knew what that meant. She had ‘snuggled’ with him more times than she cared to count.

She wasn’t sure why he had so much pull over her. His behavior throughout the night didn’t deserve the reward he was asking for, but saying no to Steven was never her strong point.

In the backseat, Steven was already pulling his jeans down to his ankles. He never took his shoes off, so his jeans were never completely removed. She hated that. It just didn’t feel very romantic to her, but she had little to compare it to, other than sappy movies she watched alone in her room. Steven was nothing like the men in those movies.

He held his half-limp dick in his hand and smiled up at her. “Suck it,” he whispered.

Mandi leaned towards him, working saliva in her mouth as she took his cock in her hand. It was small, not impressive, but the fact it belonged to Steven McGuire, quarterback, made it worthy of her attention. She knew there was a ton of girls in line, just waiting for her to walk away so they could give it this same attention.

His hand rested on the back of her head, gently guiding her up and down on his cock until it hardened in her mouth. He pushed her hand between his legs to his balls. She gripped them in her palm and let her fingers massage the sack while she sucked on his cock.

“Take off those pants,” he whispered.

Mandi rose up, releasing his cock from her mouth. Steven’s hand pulled hers to his cock, guiding her to stroke him as she worked to remove her pants with the other.

Her pants finally removed, the cool air of the night brushed against her soft, sensitive skin. His eyes stared into her pussy, pushing her legs further apart. His fingers slid across her opening, and then flicked against her swollen clit.

Steven pushed himself against her, his mouth pressed hard against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth, stroking her tongue with an erratic and strange rhythm. She smelled the alcohol on him as he smashed against her, leaving her back against the cold leather car seat.

As Steven worked to grip his cock and guide it into her pussy, Mandi thought of the romantic movies she had watched. The backseat was cramped, and Steven’s hand was on her hair as he finally entered her, causing her to let out a small squeal from not just his cock, but from the pulling sensation.

Once she found a position comfortable enough to enjoy what was happening, her one leg down, bracing herself with the floorboard, the friction started to work.

His cock was fast and furious to make up for his lack of girth and length. Her clit was being rubbed vigorously against the material of his shirt as his body slid back and forth against hers.

His mouth explored her neck, her earlobes, and then her breasts over the material of her shirt. She yearned for him to touch her bare skin, but knew if she moved from her position, they would both lose their rhythm.

“Oh baby,” he moaned.

Mandi opened her legs a little wider, allowing more friction against her clit. She knew his moans were an indication that the love making session was coming to a close, and being left sexually frustrated in the woods, again, was not her goal.

Her hips slid back and forth against him, pushing his cock deeper into her as she grinded her body into him.

The sweet release of her orgasm was close, and she could almost taste the satisfaction on her lips.

Steven let out another moan and then pushed hard against her. Her body was held tightly in place, unable to do much other than wiggle her hips as he came inside of her.

Her clit was throbbing as he pushed off of her and sat up in the seat next to her. She felt her hand slide down her belly and between her legs. She had never touched herself in front of Steven, or anyone for that matter, but she couldn’t stop herself. The intensity of her orgasm lingering so closely was more than she could deny.

Steven’s eyes were wide and curious as he stared at her fingers. Mandi pushed against her clit with her palm, letting her fingers playfully tease the opening of her pussy.

His cum was oozing out from between her legs, leaving her pussy lips sticky as the juices fell between her ass cheeks to the leather seat beneath her.

Something about Steven’s eyes on her made her hot, hotter than she was already. Her legs opened wider to give him a good view, and she began massaging her pussy with a smooth and distinct rhythm, nothing like what he done just moments ago.

Her body tightened and she felt her orgasm coming. She closed her eyes tightly and pretended Steven wasn’t there as she let her body react to her touch. Her clit throbbed hard and her pussy pulsated in waves as her juices pushed past his and flowed out between her legs. Her moans were loud, louder than they ever were with Steven inside of her. Her orgasm was stronger than any she had ever experienced. She suddenly liked that Steven wasn’t an attentive lover, finishing herself off while he watched was much better than she ever expected.

Chapter Four

Mandi climbed into her bed. All she could think about was Steven’s face after her orgasm. She knew his ego was a little bruised from the events of the night, but she also knew there was a part of him that was just as excited as she was.

He quickly dressed, not saying much to her, and even on the ride home, he was pretty silent. When she pulled up to his house he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. It wasn’t his usual tongue down the throat attack to say goodbye.

The smell of alcohol that oozed from his skin while he pushed his cock into her, and the cum that still oozed from her body lingered on her as she pulled the soft down comforter up to her neck. She knew she should take a shower, but all she wanted to do was sleep.

Mandi woke up to strange noises in the house. As she tiptoed to her door, she opened it just enough to peek outside. Todd was standing in her hallway holding a box. He smiled at her, almost as if they were friends. Mandi’s stomach turned upside down. She couldn’t believe they were seriously moving in here. Why couldn’t this all be a bad dream?

The next couple days were hell for Mandi. Todd moved all of his stuff into his new room, the one directly across the hall from hers.

Every time she walked out of her room she had to be face to face with the boy she hated.

“Mom, are you sure you want to go through with this, I mean it’s not too late to back out,” Mandi said.

She had a sly little smirk on her face, the one she knew her mother loved so much. She had said once it reminded her of her when she was a girl. Mandi could see that. Her mother was blonde, tan, thin, and very beautiful. She had heard stories about how she was a high school cheerleader, and how her father, the high school quarterback was the most popular boy in school. It was no wonder that Mandi turned out the way she had.

Mandi’s mother had told her about how her father knocked her up her senior year of high school, and how they married instead of going to college. She always felt as though her mother resented her somehow for being born, so maybe this was punishment for that… moving this dreadful boy into her home.

The one thing Mandi knew for certain was she would not end up like her mother. The thought of the drunken sex in the back of her Mustang without a condom lingered in her mind. No, she would not end up pregnant by Steven and grow to resent her child after giving up college.

“Mandi, I love him, and he loves me. What do you care, you are going off to college in a couple of months, so you won’t even be here,” her mother said.

Mandi’s mouth curled into a smile. She was ready for college and new experiences. And, now that Todd Chandler was living across the hall from her, she was more ready than ever.

Todd had been staring at her across the table when they ate dinner, she caught him looking into her room when she left the door cracked open, and when her and Steven tried to find a private moment by the pool, he almost tripped over his tongue at the sight of her in the tiny yellow bikini she wore.

He was always around. Always lingering, staring, and making her stomach turn at the thought of his disgusting desires for her.

Todd was sitting on the couch, spread out like he owned it in the family room. His chip bag was beside him and Mandi could see the crumbs he left not only on his lap, but on the couch cushions next to him.

“You’re a pig,” she said.

Todd sat up straight, brushed the crumbs from his lap and tried to smile at her. She was in no mood for him today. Her mother and his father were downtown getting married. Today, he officially became her stepbrother.

“I was just watching TV,” Todd said.

Mandi rolled her eyes. She could see what he was doing, she didn’t need a commentary. His dark hair flowed to his shoulders and ended with perfect curls. His legs were hairy, much hairier than Steven’s. There was something about him that told her he could be really cute… if he wasn’t so fucking weird.

“Steven’s coming over to watch a movie, so you need to clear out,” she snapped.

Todd didn’t flinch. It was as if her hatefulness had no impact on him whatsoever. He just smiled and handed her the remote as he walked past her.

His cologne was strong, too strong. There was something intoxicating about it even so.

His smile was sarcastic, but his eyes were kind. She gripped the remote and pulled it from his hand. He didn’t let go right away, and instead he made her tug to get it from his clenches. She wasn’t in the mood for his games, not today. She didn’t even want to think about today.

When Steven arrived he went directly to the fridge. He grabbed a beer and then offered her one like it was his house, his fridge, and his beer.

“This your stepdaddy’s?” he asked.

His laugh went right through Mandi. That was the first time anyone had called him that, and it been true.

“Yes,” she said. “I don’t want one, thanks.”

Steven gripped her around the waist and pulled her towards the stairs. They found a cozy spot on the couch and turned on the movie Steven brought. ‘Fast and Furious’, one of them. Mandi didn’t care. She wasn’t a fan of the movie, or any action movie for that matter. When they watched movies together, Steven always chose what they watched. He just liked her large screen TV and fridge stocked with beer that no one ever kept track of.

“Is your stepbrother going to stare at us all night?” he asked.

Mandi looked through the spindles to the kitchen where Todd was sitting at the table. He peeled an apple with his pocket knife and ate pieces directly off the blade.

“He’s not staring at us…” Mandi said.

“You’re right, he’s just staring at you,” Steven teased.

“Hey loser, why don’t ya take you’re apple somewhere else,” Steven called out.

Mandi was embarrassed by his behavior, but was grateful that Todd obliged and got up from the table, disappearing to another room.

Steven forgot about the movie fairly quickly. His hands were all over her, first her neck, then breasts, then ass. He had no clue how to seduce a woman. Mandi wished he would agree to watch one of her romantic movies so he could learn a thing or two about pleasing a woman.

Before she could protest his hand was in her pants, his fingers pushing inside of her pussy like they were on a mission.

Her thoughts drifted to the night in her backseat. Steven wasn’t exactly a Casanova that night, but having him watch her fuck herself made her cum harder than she ever had. Her pussy started to become juicy and wet as his fingers slid more easily in and out.

“Oh, you want it,” Steven whispered.

Mandi pulled herself up from the couch, causing his fingers to slide out of between her legs.

“Did you bring a condom?” she asked.

She had never pushed for one before, so the look of aggravation on Steven’s face was expected.

“What the fuck Mandi?” he asked.

“We are getting ready to leave for college, the last thing either of us needs is a pregnancy,” she said.

Steven didn’t look to be as concerned as she was. She knew he was selfish enough to leave her with the situation to deal with alone. He wasn’t going to give up his scholarship, or his chance at greatness. But her, he would let her give up everything.

“You’re a real buzz kill,” he said.

Mandi fastened her pants and stood up. She was ready for Steven to leave, but he didn’t look so ready.

“Blow me at least,” he said.

“You need to leave,” she said.

Steven whined a little and tried to use his charm to get her mouth around his cock. When he realized she wasn’t going to budge, he finally got up and left. He was angry, she knew that. But, she didn’t care. It was their first real fight. It felt good to stand up to Steven for a change.

Once he left, her body was still aching from the fingering and the thoughts of her last orgasm. She tiptoed up to her room, opening her door and shutting it gently enough not to alert Todd of her presence.

She fell onto the bed and let her hands drift down her belly and into her pants. She imagined Steven’s eyes on her as her fingers pushed past her wet plump pussy lips and into her body.

The allure of the night was more exciting than the memory of it. She felt her body yearning for more than just her fingers and her thoughts. She slid her pants down, letting her legs fall to the side she watched herself in the dresser mirror.

Todd’s bedroom door opened and she felt the familiar rush of excitement flow through her body as it began to throb. Her orgasm was swift and fierce as it blasted through her in short waves. It was stronger than the night before with Steven.

The feeling left her confused. Did she just cum that hard at the thought of Todd catching her fuck herself?

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Book 3: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs
by Ella Gottfried

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

Ginger sat on the edge of the bed watching her husband get ready for work. He looked so handsome in his designer suit. Now, he looked absolutely nothing like the young boy she fell in love with in college. He was a man, a very successful man, and she felt lucky to be by his side.

“What are you staring at?” He asked with a chuckle.

Ginger was watching him shave in the bathroom mirror. She loved how carefully he stroked the razor against his skin, and how smooth his face would become. She was enamored by him; that she could not help.

“You’re so handsome.” She said.

Bill washed his face, and then splashed some aftershave on his skin without taking his eyes off of her through the mirror’s reflection. He turned to her, his ass against the sink, and then licked his lips.

“How about a morning quickie?” He said with a grin.

“You’ll be late!” Ginger said with a nervous giggle.

She knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. When he decided he wanted something, he went after it full force, and that included her.

He walked over to the bed, pushing her down onto her back. As he stood over her, glaring at her in her pink sleep pants and flimsy white tank top, he seemed to be taking in her image.

“You need to go shopping today.” He said.

“I don’t need anything.” Ginger replied.

“Oh yes you do!” He said, still wearing the mischievous grin.

“What?” She asked.

“Sexy lingerie.” He said.

Ginger had never owned lingerie until her bridal shower. Her friend Nancy from college bought her a sexy white teddy with stockings and a G-string to match. She loved how excited Bill became when he saw her walk out of the hotel bathroom wearing it on their honeymoon. She thought that was something you wore on your wedding night, not after you were married. She couldn’t imagine sleeping in such a getup.

“Seriously?” Ginger asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Yes, something really hot!” He said.

His hands slid around her waist, tugging at her sleep pants. With one smooth motion, he pulled them from her waist to her ankles, and then to the floor.

She was embarrassed that he was now staring at her cotton panties. She knew they were not sexy, but they were comfortable. He grinned as he looked at the sweet little pink flowers on the material, and then turned around to grab something from the drawer behind him.

Ginger let out a squeal when she had seen the scissors in his hand, and quickly covered her face with her hands.

“What are you doing?” She asked with a giggle in her voice.

“What needs done.” He said sternly.

She felt the cold metal of the scissors against her leg, and then heard the noise as they cut away her flowered panties.

Bill tugged on them, pulling the sliced material away from her skin.

“That’s better.” He said.

His hands rested on her knees, and then slid up her legs. As he passed her private area, he rested on her belly, sliding the tank top up just enough to expose her round breasts.

“You really are sexy.” Bill whispered.

“No I’m not!” Ginger argued, covering her face with her hands once again.

Bill’s hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them under her thin tank top. He reached up and gently removed her hands from her face, and then leaned in to kiss her passionately on the mouth.

She loved how he made her feel. He did make her feel sexy, even though she knew her shyness got in the way of adventurousness. Bill always told her she needed to just let go, but it always felt so awkward to her, so she let him lead the way when it came to sex.

His mouth moved to her breasts, playfully flicking her nipples with his tongue. As he lowered himself down her body, she felt his hot breath on her belly, and then at her playground, deep between her legs.

His tongue slid across her pussy as it traced the crease between her thighs on each side. She quivered as his tongue smacked against her sensitive skin between her legs, pushing apart her pink folds.

“I love the way you taste.” He whispered, and then plunged his tongue deep into her pussy.

Ginger moaned as he worked it in and out, and when his finger slid in beside it, she let out a squeal.

As she felt her body relax, and her orgasm start to build, he stood, unzipped his pants, and let her squirm as she waited for him to unleash his cock.

Her eyes never left his hand, watching as it pulled the hardened meat from his slacks, and then slowly stroked it with precision and skill.

“You want this?” He asked.

“Yes.” She said.

“Then tell me.” He said.

“I want it.” She said.

“You want what?” He asked.

Ginger felt herself blush. She knew Bill was prompting her to talk dirty, and she wished she could do it without feeling so silly.

“I want your cock.” She whispered.

“Good girl.” He said, pushing his finger back into her hot, wet hole for a few strokes to work her back up.

He gripped her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, and then rested his cock at her tight pink entrance. His eyes remained on her, staring intensely as he forced his large cock into her excited hole.

He pumped hard, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her body. She felt herself start to quiver, and she knew he wouldn’t last long once she let go.

He once told her how beautiful she was when she orgasmed, and that in that moment, she was sexier than ever. She always felt a little awkward when she would cum, feeling out of control, and not sure what faces she was making.

Her body tensed, and she knew Bill could feel her starting to pulsate as he stared into her eyes.

“Let go baby girl.” He said, pushing harder and harder.

Ginger felt his hand on her face, stroking her cheek as she began to drift off into another world. Everything went black, and then flashed with colors as she tightly squeezed her eyes shut.

“Open your eyes baby.” He whispered, knowing she was trying to disappear.

Ginger opened her eyes, stared at her handsome husband and let go.

Her body twitched, her leg began to quiver, and she watched as his head leaned back and his mouth formed an ‘o’. Once he let out his loud groan, she knew he was satisfied.

“That’s how everyday should be started.” He whispered, and then pulled himself out from between her legs.

She quickly clenched her legs to catch the mess while he grabbed her towel from the bathroom.

She loved starting her day this way too, so maybe, just maybe, she would go shopping for something sexy.

Chapter Two

Ginger was showered and dressed, and Bill was long gone at work. The house was huge. It was much too big for just the two of them, but they did hope to eventually start a family.

When they moved to Arizona for his job, she was excited to see a new place, but leaving her family and friends was scary, and after a year, she hadn’t made any new friends, and spent most of her time in the big house putting around.

She decided to shop like Bill suggested, and got in her car and drove towards the mall. The Victoria’s Secret store that was situated between a candy shop and a plus sized women’s boutique in the mall was something she passed on her way to American Eagle, but never once had she ever entered.

She lingered at the candy shop, buying a bag of gumballs and some chocolate covered pretzels. After laughing at herself for acting so reluctant to enter the sexy store, she finally made her way inside.

“Can I help you?” A tall blonde woman asked, making her immediately feel out of place.

She was dressed in a pants suit with a low cut breast and looked as if she had been airbrushed with a golden tan. Ginger felt underdressed in her jeans and t-shirt.

“I’m just looking.” Ginger said, and then browsed through the bras on the wall.

“Is there something in particular you want today?” She asked.

Her voice was soft and kind, and Ginger knew just because she looked like a snob, she most likely wasn’t. Her job was to look that good, so she lightened up, and decided to let the woman help.

“I need something sexy.” She whispered.

“You came to the right place. Is it a special occasion?” She asked.

“No, my husband wants me to give up my cotton panties.” Ginger joked, but was more serious than the woman realized.

“Understood.” She said, and then grabbed a few things from the rack.

“Medium panties, size 5, 34 C?” She asked.

“Yes.” Ginger said, a little stunned by the woman’s accuracy.

“Right this way.” She said, leading her to the dressing rooms in the back.

Ginger took the items from the woman and closed herself in the dressing room. The bra and panties she tried on first were flattering to her curves, much more so than the underwear she arrived in.

“How does it fit?” The saleswoman asked from outside the door.

“Perfect.” Ginger said.

The door opened without warning, and the woman stared in at her in her skimpy attire. Ginger felt embarrassed that the woman intruded on her in that way, but when she seen her lips curl into a smile, and her eyes light up, she was suddenly proud of her body.

“Don’t ever cover that beautiful body up with cotton panties again.” The woman said, and then shut the door.

She returned with several other options for Ginger to try on, including a silky black corset with matching panties and straps that hung for stockings.

After trying everything on, and having the woman inspect each piece, she brought the items to the cash register.

“So, what will you be purchasing today?” She asked.

“All of it.” Ginger said, holding her husband’s credit card in her hand.

The woman smiled, and rang up the sale. After $689 was spent in the store, Ginger felt like a new woman, and she knew Bill would be pleased.

When she got home, she decided to hide the items in the back of the closet, with the exception of the new matching bra and panties she wanted to wear.

She stood in front of the mirror admiring her body in the undergarments. Her round breasts were pushed up and together in the bra, making them look larger and fuller. The panties hugged her high on the hips, making her legs look even longer, and with her bare ass cheeks, and the tiny triangle at her tail bone, she somehow looked curvier.

She heard a car door slam outside, and then people talking. Her heart skipped a beat for second as she grabbed a towel to cover herself up. It was impossible for anyone to see inside her large bathroom window, but her shyness always seemed to come out in an irrational way when she was startled.

As she peeked out the window she noticed a woman in a black suit standing at the front entrance to the house next door. A couple stood beside her, waiting for her to let them in.

Ginger had not associated with her neighbors much, mainly because they all had small children, and that left little in common between them, so she was hopeful that someone more like her and Bill would move into the empty house next door.

The woman had blonde hair with dark brown roots. It was long and hung down the middle of her back. She was wearing a tank top and jeans, and it looked like she had a tattoo on her tan shoulder. The man was wearing a designer suit, held the woman’s hand, and looked to be taller than Bill, even at 6’ 2”. They looked to be about the same age as her and Bill, and she didn’t see any kids, or any car seats in the SUV they drove.

Ginger watched as they entered the house, and then waited for what seemed like an eternity for them to exit.

They stood on the grass, talking to the woman in the suit for several minutes before they got into their SUV and drove away.

Only a few people even looked at the property since it went up for sale a month ago, and Ginger was losing hope that anyone would buy it, until now.

The couple looked happy as they talked to the woman, and the man had gripped the woman by the waist, pulling her in close to him before they got in their car. So, Ginger was thinking that was a good sign, it looked very familiar to how her and Bill looked when they put in an offer on their house.

Chapter Three

Ginger pulled weeds from her flower bed, spent an hour working out, and then showered. She put the new panty and bra set on after her shower, and then covered them with a pair of black yoga pants and a bright blue tank top. She knew that Bill would notice her cleavage right away, and she couldn’t wait for his reaction.

She had just started dinner when her phone buzzed. Looking down at the screen, she noticed she had two texts from Bill.

Bill: Baby, I’m going to be late tonight….

Bill: Don’t worry about dinner; I’ll grab something here at the office.

Ginger was used to him working late, but he usually told her before now. She was too far into the meal to stop, so she continued sautéing the vegetables and chicken in her sweet and sour sauce, and answered his text.

Ginger: How late?

Bill: Late…

Ginger: Ok, I’ll see you tonight then...

Bill: Don’t wait up baby, it’s going to be a rough night here…

Ginger knew he was working on a high-profile case, and if he could manage to pull off a win in court next month, he was guaranteed a partnership in the firm, so she had to be understanding, even though she wanted to scream!

She finished dinner, sitting at the large table alone. After cleaning everything up, she poured a glass of wine, and turned on the TV to watch rerun episodes of Two Broke Girls. Bill hated the show, saying the humor was lame, and the writing was pathetic, but she loved it, feeling that the humor was on point, and that the writers were brilliant. That was the only good thing about Bill working late; she got to watch the silly sitcoms that he hated.

She must have fallen asleep, because she opened her eyes to an infomercial for skin cream. The house was dark and quiet, and she felt more alone than ever.

Her phone said it was after one in the morning, and even though Bill worked late quite often, he rarely worked past ten.

She picked up her phone, checked for texts or missed calls, but seen nothing.

Ginger: You ok babe?

It took a couple minutes for a response, and she was starting to get antsy waiting.

Bill: Finishing up now…

Ginger: Ok, I’m going to bed.

Bill: Sorry I’m so late, but we made a breakthrough!

Ginger: That’s great!

Ginger headed upstairs, undressing from her yoga pants and tank top. She thought about putting on one of her sexier nighties she purchased today, but knew it would be a waste.

Bill would come in late, fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and then rush out of the house in the morning. Whenever he got excited about a breakthrough in a case, he rarely spent any time at home. All he wanted to do was work on the case and get it won.

Ginger fell into a deep sleep, and she never heard Bill come in. When she woke up, he was already dressed, and ready to head out the door.

He leaned over her, kissing her softly on the forehead.

“I’ve gotta run baby!” He said, grabbing his briefcase and heading for the door.

Ginger climbed out of bed, watched out the window as he pulled away in his black Mercedes. She loved that he was so successful, but she hated being so lonely all the time.

She was about to climb back into bed when she noticed the SUV from the day before pull back into the drive of the house next door.

The same couple got out of the car, and then walked over to the entrance of the house. She watched as they looked in the windows, and then walked around to the backyard.

The woman pulled up, wearing a red suit, similar to the black one from the day before, and greeted the couple as they made their way back to the front of the house.

She had papers in her hand, and wore a large smile, so Ginger knew the couple was putting in an offer that would make the realtor a hefty commission.

Her heart started beating fast, and she felt her excitement grow as they all went inside. She watched as they finally exited after several minutes, and the woman shook the couple’s hands as though they had just made a deal.

Ginger threw on her yoga pants and tank top that lay there in the floor, and pulled her hair up tightly into a ponytail. She ran down the stairs, and then out her backdoor, where she pretended to busy herself with skimming the pool.

She could hear laughter, and then silence. One car door sounded, but she never heard the second, so she was unsure if she should peek over the fence or not.

Voices came closer as the couple started walking around to the back of the house. Ginger looked over towards the chatter to see the woman standing on the deck, looking over at her.

“Hi there.” She said, waving her arm in the air.

“Hello.” Ginger said, trying her best to sound cool.

“We just put an offer in on this house, so I guess we’ll be neighbors.” She said, smiling with a crooked smile.

Her eyes were deep blue, her skin tan, and her cheeks round and plump like a school girls. Ginger knew she was young, at least no older than she was, but she somehow seemed more mature.

Ginger walked to the fence to meet the woman. She shook her hand and then proceeded to ask about the neighborhood.

“The neighbors are all nice, most have kids though,” Ginger said.

“You don’t?” The woman asked.

“No, not yet.” She said.

“Us either.” The woman responded.

“I’m Veronica, but my friends call me Vee, and this is Scott.” She said, motioning towards the tall man with wavy brown hair.

“I’m Ginger, and my husband is Bill, he’s at work, he’s usually always at work.” Ginger said with a smile.

“Ginger?” Vee said.

“You don’t look like a Ginger?” She added with a smile.

Ginger looked confused at the woman. She wondered what she did look like.

“I mean you don’t have red hair, its dark…” Vee said.

Ginger laughed, not realizing that’s what she meant.

“Well, it was good to meet you.” Vee said.

“If all goes well, we’ll be moved in next week.” She said.

“That’s fast!” Ginger said, knowing it took over a month to get into their house.

“It’s a bank sale, so if we can get the closing pushed up, it’s ours.” She said.

Ginger hadn’t realized the nice couple that lived next door when they moved in had lost their house. She suddenly felt bad for the fat woman with four kids that bitched all the time.

Chapter Four

Ginger couldn’t stop thinking about the new couple she had just met. She was excited to have new neighbors, and from what she saw, they were perfect.

She picked up her phone and decided to text Bill the good news.

Ginger: We have new neighbors…

Bill: Really, that was quick.

Ginger: I know, I just met them…they move in next week!

Bill: What are they like?

Ginger: Young, like us, no kids…

Bill: Great…

Bill: I would love to have you for lunch…

Ginger: Do you want me to meet you there, or are you coming home?

Bill: Come here, but no panties…

Ginger re-read the text. She didn’t realize Bill was flirting, she just thought he wanted to have lunch with her, not have her for lunch.

She felt her face begin to blush, but her skin between her legs started to tingle with excitement.

Ginger: I have new panties…

Bill: Good, but don’t wear them…

Ginger: OK

Bill: Yellow sundress, high heels, hair up, no panties…

Ginger: I can’t wear a dress with no panties!

Bill: Yes you can…see you in an hour.

Ginger showered and spent extra time shaving her legs and trimming her bush. Bill had tried to talk her into shaving it, but she never would. She almost took the razor across her curly black hairs, but chickened out.

She pulled her hair up in a tight bun like Bill likes, and then put on her new bra that pushed her breasts up before sliding the yellow sundress over her head.

She held the panties in her hand, debating on whether or not to put them on. The drive there would be fine, but walking from the parking garage to the large office building where Bill worked was a little intimidating to have nothing covering her vagina. She couldn’t help but think about the wind, and the possibility that someone would look up her skirt as she climbed the first set of stairs to the elevators.

She slid the panties on, and got in her car to head towards Bill’s office.

The wind was picking up, and she held her dress tightly to her sides as she walked into the building. She felt relieved she had decided to put on the panties, not that they covered much with their stringed back, but she still felt more secure.

In the elevator, she felt her heart race. She knew Bill would be disappointed if she showed up wearing the new silky G-string she purchased.

She ducked into the ladies room before heading down the hall to his office, and closed herself into an empty stall. As she slid the panties down her legs, and over her high heels, she felt an excitement grow between her legs.

The panties were shoved into her purse, and she quickly exited the ladies room, walking briskly to Bill’s office at the end of the long corridor.

“Hey Ginger.” Paul said, one of Bill’s colleagues.

She smiled and said hello, not stopping to chit chat. She felt naked, exposed, and vulnerable.

Inside Bill’s office, he talked with an attractive older woman who leaned over his shoulder. Ginger felt the woman’s eyes burn through her as she looked at her like she was lost.

Bill got up before the woman could speak, and walked over to her, pulling her close into his chest.

“Pamela, this is my wife, Ginger.” He said proudly.

The woman looked unimpressed, but extended her hand for a shake. Ginger felt intimidated by the woman’s presence, and a little jealous that she was so close to her husband when she walked in.

“Good to meet you, I’ll get with you after lunch.” She said, and then exited the office.

Bill closed the door, and then locked it before he slid his hand up Ginger’s dress.

“Good girl.” He said when his hand slid across her bare pussy.

He pulled her hand to lead her towards his desk, and then lifted her by the waist to sit on the hard wood.

Her bare skin pressed against the hard wood, and she felt her pussy start to moisten with anticipation.

He sat in his chair, scooting it up close between her legs, and then slowly lifted her dress.

His fingers played with her sensitive skin, sliding back and forth through her slippery juices. He smiled as he looked up at her, but then immediately drew his attention back to her exposed pussy.

She loved when he looked at her so intimately, it felt uncomfortably sexy. His finger slid inside of her, working in and out as he watched them.

Ginger let out a little moan, and then opened her legs wider for him to explore her tight hole.

His mouth pressed against her, sucking her clit between his lips, and then shoving his tongue between her folds.

He worked his finger alongside his tongue as he fucked her on his desk. Her hips began to glide towards him, begging for more.

She heard him unzip his pants and fumble with his belt with his free hand. When he released her pussy from his mouth’s grip, his hands slid around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

Her juices were flowing uncontrollably, so she slid around his cock without much effort. Her moans escaped her mouth as he pulled her onto him and his cock pushed deep inside of her.

She felt his hand slide over her mouth to hush her cries, and then he laughed as he uncovered it.

“You’ll get us busted.” He whispered.

His hands slid under her ass cheeks, pushing them up and then letting her weight drop back down on his hard cock over and over again.

The sensation was exhilarating. The fear of someone catching them, the thought of everyone knowing what they were doing behind closed doors, and the feel of his hard cock slamming into her pussy, pulling her tight plump folds apart was too much to handle.

Her body twitched, she let out a moan, and then exploded around his cock in a warm gush of pleasure. His hips pushed hard into her, and when she felt him grow inside of her, the throbbing shortly followed.

He spun his chair around, and pulled at her waist to lift her from his body.

“Take me into your mouth.” He whispered.

Ginger helped him remove her pussy from his throbbing cock, and quickly got on her knees with her mouth covering the head of his cock.

He tasted like her juices, and she was a little shocked at how much that excited her. She began pushing her mouth down along his shaft, sucking up her own juices as his flowed down her throat.

“Holy shit that was hot.” He said once he caught his breath.

“I didn’t figure you wanted to be leaking on the way home, since you aren’t wearing any panties… and all.” He added.

That would have been true if she didn’t have panties in her purse, but she didn’t want him to know that.

“Smart thinking.” She said, with a crooked smile.

He pulled a few Kleenex’s from the box on his desk, cleaned himself off, and then handed her the box so that she could do the same to herself.

“So, where do you want to eat?” Ginger asked.

“You were my lunch baby, I knew I would be working late, and I just needed you.” He said.

She tried to hide her disappointment. She smiled, and said she understood. With a passionate kiss at the door, he unlocked it, and then walked her to the elevator.

As they passed the ladies room, she felt a panic set in. She didn’t want to go outside without panties, but he pushed past the door, and didn’t stop until he was at the elevator door.

He kissed her gently on the cheek as he said goodbye, and then stood at the doors as they closed her inside.

Outside, the wind lifted her skirt, even though she held t tightly to her side. She knew the man sitting on the steps eating a sandwich, probably got a great look up into her intimate parts as he smiled widely at her.

She was so relieved to get into her car. She pulled the panties from her purse and slid them on before driving home.

Bill had done his best to bring out her sexiness, but she always felt like he would like more. That was something she intended to work on.

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Book 4: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs 2
by Ella Gottfried

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

The week was going by rather slowly, and every day Ginger looked out the window towards the empty house next door. She couldn’t wait for her new neighbors to move in, and with the ‘sale pending’ sign in the front yard, she knew it would be soon.

Bill was home for dinner for the first time in a week, and as he picked at his salad, she knew his mind was somewhere else.

“How’s the case coming along?” She asked.

“I’ll be glad when it’s over.” He said.

She knew he hated to talk about work with her, mainly because she didn’t understand some of the lingo he used when he tried to describe one of his cases.

The sexy lingerie she bought was still in the bags in her closet, and other than him noticing the bra she wore that pushed her breasts up to her chin, she had not gotten the chance to show him the rest of her sexy items.

She was grateful they had their play date in his office last week, because it was the last time he touched her. He had been going into the office early every morning, and staying past ten o’clock every night, and sometimes even past midnight.

Ginger wondered if he was having an affair with the older woman in his office, Pamela. She figured she was probably more experienced, more exciting, and had fewer inhibitions than her.

“I’m sorry things have been hectic this month.” He said, giving her an apologetic look across the table.

Ginger wanted to say things had been hectic for a year, and that ever since they moved to this dry, hot state, that she never got to see him, but she didn’t.

“I understand, it just gets lonely here.” She said.

“I know baby, why don’t you get a hobby, so maybe you could make some friends.” He said.

Ginger hated when he told her to get a hobby or to make new friends. She knew he didn’t understand how hard it was for her to open up to people, and as far as hobbies went, the only thing she really enjoyed was gardening, and that was more of a solo activity.

“Maybe when the neighbors move in, she and I will become friends.” Ginger said.

“I’m exhausted.” Bill said, getting up from the table.

“Would you care if I just went on to bed?” He said.

“Sure, get some rest.” Ginger said, kissing her husband on the cheek as he walked past her to the stairs.

She cleaned off the table, washed the dishes, and then wiped down the counters in the kitchen. With so much time on her hands, the house looked as if no one had lived in it for the past year. She was bored out of her mind; she needed to find something to do, other than sit here at this big house alone.

She walked outside and grabbed a cigarette from behind the flower pot. Tucked tightly between her lips, she lit it, and then sucked on it until she got a good puff of smoke flowing down her throat.

“Hey neighbor!” She heard a voice call out from behind the privacy fence.

“Hey.” Ginger said, trying to make out the persons face in the darkness.

As she stepped into the light, Ginger noticed the blonde hair and dark blue eyes.

“Veronica?” She asked.

“Yeah, we are just moving in.” She said.

Ginger had not even noticed the large moving van in front of the house while her and Bill ate dinner. Her excitement level started to grow as she got up and walked towards her new neighbor, and hopefully her new friend.

“Are you smoking?” She asked.

Ginger put the cigarette behind her back, and was ready to drop it.

“Let me hit it please!” Veronica said.

Ginger handed the cigarette to her, and watched as she took a puff. Her eyes squinted closed, and she tilted her head back as if the cigarette was giving her pleasure, and then let the smoke drift out of her mouth slowly.

“Oh wow, it’s been a long time!” She said, handing the cigarette back to Ginger.

“I only sneak one every so often.” Ginger said.

“Something stressing you out tonight?” Vee asked.

“No, just bored I guess.” She said, taking another puff and then handing it back to Vee.

“Yeah, Scott works all the time, so I know what bored feels like.” She said.

Ginger was elated to hear the woman say that. She knew if her husband worked all the time, they would have plenty of time to get to know one another, and hopefully become close friends. She was excited about living there for the first time since they moved.

“I love your pool!” Vee exclaimed, peeking over the fence.

“Thanks, you can use it whenever you want.” Ginger said.

“I’ll bring the daiquiris…” Vee said.

“Deal!” Ginger said, taking the cigarette and smashing it against the fence.

“Vee!” A male’s voice yelled out from inside the house.

“I better go help him before he has a meltdown.” She said, and then walked away.

Ginger stood by the fence for a few minutes, listening to Vee and her husband Scott argue over where to put the couch, and then she went inside.

She washed her hands, grabbed a piece of gum, and then sprayed some body spray on her clothes and neck before going upstairs.

Bill was already in bed, but she noticed him turn over when she walked in.

“Our neighbors have moved in.” She said softly, just to see if he was truly awake.

“Really?” He said from under his blankets.

“Yup, moving in tonight.” She said.

“That’s awesome.” He said, sounding sleepy.

“Why don’t you come on to bed now baby?” He said.

Ginger thought about grabbing the bag from the back of the closet, but she figured Bill would be asleep before she got dressed.

She stripped out of her tank top and yoga pants, and slid into bed.

“Love the new panties.” He said, noticing them for the first time.

“Thank you.” She said, giggling.

She had been wearing a new pair every night for the last week, as well as the matching bra, but with his work schedule, he didn’t notice.

He pulled her in close, squeezing her tightly with his strong arms. The smell of his body wash was thick on his skin, and his hot breath was beating down on her shoulder.

She felt his hands linger down to the small of her back, and then slide on down further, to her ass cheeks. His grip loosened, and she heard him start to snore. This was the first time he was too tired to finish what he started. Ginger just fell into his arms, found a spot for her head, and fell asleep.

Chapter Two

When the sun peeked into Ginger’s bedroom window, gently waking her from her sleep, she rolled over to find Bill already gone.

She was aching for his attention, his touch, and after last night, she hoped he would stick around long enough to make up for it in the morning.

Voices outside her window echoed through the glass. She got up and looked out to see Vee kissing Scott goodbye. He was dressed in a suit, and carried a briefcase, so she figured he was already heading into work.

She was excited that she would get the chance to hang out with her new neighbor today.

Ginger started her workout, and then took a quick shower before dressing. Downstairs, she made her coffee, and then nibbled on left over Danish as she stared out into her backyard.

Her doorbell rang, pulling her out of her trance. At the door, Vee stood smiling, and holding a mug.

“Do you by chance have coffee?” She asked.

“Sure, come on in.” Ginger said, motioning for her to enter.

“I couldn’t find the coffee maker.” Vee said.

Ginger took her mug and poured Vee a cup of coffee, and then handed it back to her.

“Cream or sugar?” She asked.

“No, I like my coffee like I like my men, strong and black.” She said, and then chuckled at her own joke.

Ginger looked at her, confused. She knew Scott was white, even though she’d only seen him for a few minutes.

“So, you get everything loaded into the house last night?” Ginger asked.

“Oh yeah, and now the real fun begins.” Vee said.

“I know, I hate moving.” Ginger said.

“How long have you been here?” She asked.

“Just about a year.” Ginger said.

“So, what do you do here, for fun?” Vee asked.

“I don’t know…” Ginger said.

Vee wrinkled her nose as she sipped her coffee.

“You just sit here all day?” She asked.

“Sometimes.” Ginger admitted.

“We’ll have to find a bar, and some men!” Vee said.

“Aren’t you married?” Ginger asked.

“Yeah, but I’m not dead.’’ Vee said with a smirk.

Ginger had never experienced someone so openly brazen. The thought of cheating on Bill made her queasy, but even if she could do it, she couldn’t imagine being so open about it. It was like Vee was actually proud of it.

“You have to have some fun once in a while, right?  I mean, otherwise you’ll go insane.” She added.

“I believe I’m already insane.” Ginger said.

“See?” Vee said.

“All the more reason to keep things interesting.” She added.

Ginger found out that Veronica, or Vee for short was a bartender back when she met Scott. She never attended college, but she sounded smarter than most of the friends Ginger remembered from school.

Scott was an engineer, and he was moved out here for a large project, one that would last a couple years at least. Vee didn’t want kids… not now, and not ever, and she didn’t mind Scott working so much because it gave her plenty of time to do what she wanted.

“So, what did you do for fun before you moved?” Ginger asked, half afraid to hear the answer.

“Whatever I wanted I guess.” Vee said, smirking at her again.

“Thanks for the coffee.” She said, and turned towards the door.

“How about lunch by the pool? I have some beer in the house.” Vee said.

Ginger had never been much of a drinker, and day time drinking was something she would never do, but she wanted to spend time with this woman. She found Vee to be so intriguing. Her personality was rough around the edges, and her demeanor cool and smooth. She liked her.

“Ok, sounds like a plan.” Ginger said.

Vee left and Ginger felt her anxiety rise, thinking about what she was going to talk to her about. Their lives were so similar, but her personality much stronger than hers. She felt like the nerd in high school trying to talk to the jocks.

Ginger putted around the house, made tuna salad sandwiches on crescent rolls, and then changed into her bikini.

She went outside to set towels out on the chairs, and put the umbrellas up on the tables when Vee came over through the fence that divided the two properties.

“Hey neighbor.” She said, holding a 12-pack of Bud Light.

“Hey.” Ginger said, not knowing what else to say.

She looked at the beer in her hand, wondering if she expected them to drink all of that.

“Let me put them in the fridge.” Ginger said, taking the beer and loading it into the mini fridge by the tiki bar.

“I made tuna salad.” Ginger said, sliding into the house to grab the plate of sandwiches.

“Looks great.” Vee said, grabbing one.

Ginger took two beers from the fridge, handed one to Vee, and kept one for herself. It felt strange drinking so early.

Vee finished her sandwich, and then took off her t-shirt and shorts. Her yellow bikini had fringes hanging from the material, and it barely covered her tan skin.

Her breasts were small and really perky, and her hips thicker than Ginger’s, but her waist just as small. She got a good look at her tattoo for the first time up close. It was a heart with claw marks slashed through it and the name ‘Mike’ in the center.

“Who’s Mike?” Ginger asked.

“My ex. I need to have it filled in.” She said.

Ginger couldn’t imagine how she would feel if Bill had another woman’s name on his arm.

The first beers went down fast while the girls talked about life, love, and work. When the topic switched to sex, Ginger grabbed two more beers, feeling she needed to loosen up a little more, so she wouldn’t blush as her new friend spoke.

“So, you’ve never cheated on your husband?” Vee asked.

“No, he’s the only one I’ve ever been with.” Ginger said.

Vee’s eyes widened and she smiled as she sipped her beer.

“That’s sweet.” She said.

“I’m sure he would like it if I had more experience, but I don’t.” Ginger said.

“Well, then let’s get you some experience.” Vee said.

“No, I couldn’t do that. I don’t want to do that.” She said.

She remembered how she felt when the man outside Bill’s office looked at her. She was embarrassed that he’d seen her pussy bare and vulnerable under her skirt that day, but also a little excited by his obvious pleasure.

A part of her had fantasized about other men, but she took a vow to her husband, and actually doing it was totally different.

“I figure Scott works long hours, and there are some hot women at work…” She said.

“So, you think he’s cheating on you?” Ginger asked.

“Well, maybe. I mean he is a man, and long hours create stress… and we all know how pussy just seems to relieve it for them.” She said with a laugh.

Ginger immediately thought about Pamela, the older woman in Bill’s office who treated her so coldly. He had been working long hours all week, and he hasn’t wanted sex, at least not from her.

“I know he’s coming home to me, so what difference does it make?’ She said.

“I would lose my shit if Bill cheated on me.” Ginger said, swigging the last of the beer from the bottle.

“Why?” Vee asked.

“Because he’s my husband.” Ginger answered, realizing now that the woman was not quite on the same page as her.

Ginger grabbed a third beer from the fridge for herself and for Vee.

“Let’s go swimming.” Vee said. Heading towards the pool.

Ginger watched as she dove in head first. Ginger walked over to the steps, slowly entered the pool, rising to her tip toes as the water hit her waist, and then finally submerged her body into the water.

“Wow.” Vee said.

“Sometimes, you just need to jump in head first and not play it safe.” She said with a wink.

Ginger knew exactly what she meant. It was the same thing Bill had been telling her for years.

Chapter Three

Ginger swam to the edge of the pool, grabbed her beer, and took a large swig.

“So, does your husband know about your affairs?” Ginger asked.

“Oh god no, and they aren’t really affairs, its just casual sex.” She said with a giggle.

Ginger couldn’t understand the difference, but was afraid to ask her to explain.

“I did tell him about one, but it was with a woman, so he didn’t care.” She said, swimming over to the edge of the pool with Ginger.

“You had an affair with a woman?” Ginger asked, her face turning red, even with the alcohol.

“Not an affair, sex.” Vee corrected her.

“An affair is when you have feelings for someone else, sex is just sex.” She added.

“If you say so.” Ginger laughed.

She wanted to ask her about the woman, but she didn’t even know where to begin. She had watched porn movies with Bill once; he always liked the ones with the lesbians.

It was exciting watching two women go at it, fucking each other with their fingers, their tongues, and with dildos, but she never looked at another woman in a sexual way before, at least not until now. All she could think about was Vee and this woman; she kept trying to imagine if she was blonde like her, or maybe a redhead. The thought of who wore the strap on went through her head, and she wondered how it all got started.

“Have you even been with a woman?” She asked.

“No.” Ginger answered quickly, quickly enough she felt rude.

“It’s actually amazing. She was my only female lover, but I would do it again…if the opportunity arose.” She said.

Ginger suddenly felt uncomfortable, like the neighbor was trying to get her drunk and out of her bikini. Vee climbed out of the pool, grabbed another beer, and sat down on the edge of the pool.

“I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot to dump on you when we just met, I just prefer to be open with people I first meet.” She said.

“That way, if you don’t like me, there’s no hard feelings.” She added.

“It is a lot.” Ginger said.

“But, I find it all very interesting, and quite honestly, a little refreshing.” She added.

“I better get some stuff done around the house before Scott comes home.” Vee said.

Ginger watched her walk over to the table and gather her clothes. Her body was tight and toned, and she noticed she didn’t have any tan lines when her bikini bottoms scooted to the side.

“I’ll leave the beer, maybe we will do this again.” Vee said.

“I would like that.” Ginger said.

Vee walked over to the gate, let herself out, and Ginger soaked in the pool near the water jets for a minute before getting out.

She grabbed a towel, dried off, and went into the house.

Upstairs, she filled the tub with warm water, added bubbles, and then turned on the jets for a relaxing bath.

She undressed, looking at herself closely in the mirror. With one leg hiked up on the toilet seat, she spread her plump pussy lips, and thought about what it would be like to be with another woman. She loved the way her pussy looked, so pink, plump, and smooth, but did that mean she would like looking at another woman, touching her, tasting her, and fucking her?

She slid into the tub, submerged to her chin, and let the warm water flow across her body.

The jets in the tub were on the sides, so she positioned her body around so that one pushed between her legs.

As the water hit her sensitive skin, she felt her breasts start to harden. She closed her eyes and imagined the water was a woman’s fingers spreading her open, and then her tongue sliding in and out of her.

She was surprised at how excited she got, and how quickly her body wanted to orgasm as she imagined what Vee’s body looked like under her bikini.

Her body tensed and she felt the pleasure building. She pinched at her nipples, stretching them away from her mounds to create a painful pleasure. The jets pushed her skin apart, and entered her with a force of a large cock. It made her immediately think of another man inside of her, someone other than her husband, a total stranger.

She clenched with pleasure and moved away from the jet when her orgasm took off. Her hand slid between her legs to push against her throbbing clit to help tame the intense sensation created by her imagination and the water.

“So, this is what you do all day while I’m at work?” Bill’s voice sounded behind her.

She didn’t want to open her eyes. She wasn’t sure how long he had been watching, and she knew her face would explode with embarrassment to look him in the eye.

“That’s fucking hot by the way.” He said, his voice further away.

She opened her eyes, and then quickly got out of the tub, wrapping herself in a towel.

Bill was in the bedroom, digging through his top dresser drawer.

“You’re lucky I’m in a hurry, or I’d fuck that exhausted little pussy of yours hard.” He said with a chuckle.

“I was just…” She started to say, but realized she had nothing to say to hide what she was doing.

“Uh huh, when I get home…you better be ready for my cock, because this is going to kill me having to wait for your tight little pussy.” He said.

She could see the bulge in his pants, and knew he was heading off to court. She felt a little guilty for making him so flustered, but a little excited that he wanted her so bad, and couldn’t have her.

Chapter Four

Later that night Bill came home to find Ginger lying on the bed in her sexy black lingerie, complete with high heels, stockings and matching G-string panties.

“Wow!” He gasped, as his eyes took her in.

“Show me what you were doing earlier today.” He whispered, gently taking her hand and putting it between her legs.

She rubbed herself, but felt awkward as he watched. It wasn’t something she had ever done before, and she wasn’t sure how to get herself into it feeling so uneasy.

She was relieved when he took over, sliding his hand between her legs.

He pulled at her panties with his teeth until he slid them over enough to get his tongue between her pink folds.

She had been anticipating his cock all day, so she pulled at him to come up from her pussy.

“I want your cock.” She whispered, surprised at how natural it was for her to say.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

He unzipped his pants, stood up and removed his shoes, and his slacks before he mounted her with precision over the bed.

His hand gripped underneath her ass, pushing her up towards his hard cock. She felt him enter and let out a gasp.

He pumped into her hard, pulling at her lingerie top with his hands to unleash her breasts. His mouth covered her breast, sucking hard to pull her nipple between his teeth.

“Give it to me baby.” He whispered in her ear.

Her body was already beginning to throb around his large cock as he ordered her to cum. She knew he was getting close, and she felt empowered knowing she got him so excited so quickly.

She pulsated around his large member, letting her orgasm go as she moaned with pleasure. He throbbed inside of her, groaning as he pushed hard into her body to release his load.

His body fell limp on top of her, and his warm breath beat against her neck.

“You’re fucking amazing.” He whispered.

“What has gotten into you?” He added.

Ginger knew her talk with Vee earlier had gotten her excited, but she didn’t want to tell Bill that. She smiled, stroked his hair from his face, and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ve just missed you.” She whispered.

The next morning, Bill woke her up with a kiss before he left for work. He squeezed her tightly and then quietly left the room to start his day.

Ginger went through her normal routine of working out, showering, and then making coffee. She thought about Vee, wondering if she ever found her coffee maker, and was about ready to go next door with a cup when she heard her doorbell ring.

Vee stood at her doorway with a smile.

“Ok, lunch today, we are trying out a new place.” She said.

Ginger let her enter the house, and then followed her into the kitchen. She had her mug in her hand, poured herself a cup of coffee like she lived there, and then proceeded to tell her about this great place downtown with amazing food, great drinks, and hot men.

“Wear your sexiest dress, and I’ll pick you up at eleven.” She said.

Ginger watched as she walked out the front door, unable to get a word in edge wise before she disappeared.

That only gave her two hours to get ready, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to go to this place with these hot men, knowing what she now knew about Vee.

Ginger Dressed in her yellow sundress that Bill loved so much, and put on her black heels that he fucked her in the night before that were still lying on the floor.

She wasn’t sure what she had gotten herself into, but it somehow felt exciting. She had spent so much time sitting in this large house alone, that she needed a change, and she knew she wasn’t going to do anything, so what if Vee did.

Vee was ringing the doorbell like a crazy person right at eleven. Ginger answered to find her standing in a black cocktail dress, red high heels, and bright red lipstick. Her hair was curled and flowing down her back, and she looked as though she had just stepped out of a Glamour magazine.

“You look amazing.” Ginger said, her mouth still hanging open.

“You look pretty hot yourself, now let’s go!” She ordered.

The bar and grill was inside a fancy hotel downtown. The waiter sat them down in a booth near the back, and brought them a wine list and two menus.

“The food is supposed to be great here.” Vee said.

“And that’s why we’re here?” Ginger snickered.

“Partly.” Vee said with a smile.

A tall black man wearing a suit kept staring at Ginger from the bar. His muscles looked as if they would rip the material of his expensive suit with one wrong move. His eyes were deep brown, and his bald head glistened. There was something about him that made Ginger tingle.

Vee ordered for the both of them, and then had the waiter bring them a bottle of wine to share.

Halfway through the bottle, a tall man with a goatee and a warm smile asked to join them. Vee scooted over, letting him in, and Ginger immediately felt uncomfortable.

She watched and listened as Vee flirted with the man, and after several minutes, their conversation turned to whispers, followed by her giggles.

“I’ll be right back.” She said, and then followed the man out of the lounge.

The black man that had been watching her walked over to her booth.

“Can I join you?” He asked.

“Sure.” Ginger said before realizing that may be a mistake.

He sat down, told her how beautiful she was, and then asked her if she worked in the area.

“My friend just wanted to try the food here.” She said, feeling stupid for even being there.

He was kind, funny, and he seemed to make her feel at ease once he started talking about his business, and how he had just moved here from New York.

He bought her a martini, and she puckered as she took the first sip.

“People drink these?” She asked, and then laughed.

“Every day…” He said, laughing at her naivety.

She was almost disappointed when Vee returned. She was having fun sitting there with the man. The man she had left with was nowhere to be seen, but Vee was wearing a smile.

“You ready?” Ginger asked.

“We can stay if you want.” Vee said, staring at the sexy man at their booth.

“No, I have to get home.” Ginger lied, and then stood.

On the ride home Vee told Ginger about the man wanting her to go to his room. She didn’t leave out any details as she described his large cock, and how eager his tongue was to please her.

Ginger was irritated with her for leaving her at the bar that way. But, there was a part of her that was envious of the woman’s ability to do whatever she wanted. The excitement of what she had just done was like an adrenaline rush for her. That much was blatantly obvious, and just listening to it was giving Ginger a rush of her own.

“So, you should have hooked up with that hottie.” Vee said, referring to the man at their booth.

“No, I could never…” Ginger said, but she knew a part of her wished she could.

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Book 5: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs 3
by Ella Gottfried

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

Ginger had been thinking about the man at the bar all week. His name was Gregory, and the way he looked at her made her feel special, and sexy.

She was glad that Bill had quit asking her what she had done during the day so she didn’t have to lie. She knew he was tired of hearing about how bored and lonely she was, so if she didn’t bring it up, neither did he.

She had filled him in on the neighbor, telling him about her stopping by for coffee, and even about their afternoon swim, but she left out the conversation they had, and their day at the bar.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair up tightly in a bun, wearing a slinky red sundress and strappy high heeled sandals, she knew what she was about to do, but this time, she wanted to go without Vee.

Ginger almost turned around before walking inside the hotel. She made her way to the bar and grill, and sat at the bar. As she nibbled on pretzels and drank her draft beer, she started to feel stupid for thinking he would be there.

“Can I get you a menu?” The bartender asked.

“No thank you.” Ginger said, finishing her beer, and deciding to leave.

Gregory walked through the door as she signed her bar tab. The sight of him sent chills down her spine.

He walked directly over to her, taking the seat next on her right.

“I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” He said.

“Where’s your friend?” He asked.

“She couldn’t make it today.” Ginger answered.

“Are you leaving?” He asked.

“I was.” She said.

“But, now you aren’t?” He asked, his smile coy and seductive.

“Maybe not.” She said.

Gregory ordered her a draft, and himself a Jack and Coke. His eyes were on her legs as they crossed in front of him, and her eyes were on him. She loved how he looked at her.

“I have a delicious bottle of wine in my room.” He said.

“You have a room here?” Ginger asked.

She knew he had recently moved to the area, but she wasn’t prepared for him having a room in the hotel. She just came for some flirting…at least that’s what she was willing to admit to herself.

“Yes, for another week, then my place will be ready.” He said.

“So, about that wine?” He asked.

“Sure.” She said, not exactly sure if she meant it.

Gregory got up, held out his hand and escorted her to the elevator.

His eyes were glaring and her nerves shaky as they exited on the fifth floor.

Ginger followed Gregory to his room, and then inside, he poured her a glass of wine.

She knew if she was going to do this, it was for one reason, and that was to become comfortable being more aggressive, and to gain some experience so she could better please her husband.

She took the glass of wine, set it down on the desk, and then turned with her back to the tall, dark man.

“Can you unzip me?” She asked.

“Yes Ma’am.” He said, and then his hands slowly unzipped her dress.

She felt the material fall from her shoulders, and then down to her ankles. As she stepped out of it, she turned to face him, wearing only her matching bra and panties.

Gregory’s eyes lingered on her, taking the time to enjoy every inch of her barely dressed body. The rush from his attention, and the fact she was doing something new, something exciting, something wrong was creating a sexual awakening inside of her.

She reached behind her, unsnapping her bra, and then let the material fall to the floor in front of her.

Her hands cupped her breasts, and pinched at her nipples while Gregory watched.

“Wow, you are beautiful.” He said.

“Can I see you?” She asked.

Gregory wasted no time undressing. His shirt removed revealed a strong chest and thick arms, and with his pants gone, a package much larger than she expected was bulging through his boxer briefs.

She was losing her momentum, and knew her shyness was about to take over.

“Wow.” She said, staring directly at his package.

“Let’s see if you can tame this beast.” He said, slipping his underwear to his ankles and then to the floor.

Ginger felt anxious as he stroked his large piece of meat in his hand. It was larger than she had ever seen before, and Bill wasn’t small.

“I want your mouth around my cock.” He said.

Ginger wasn’t sure if that was possible, but she dropped to her knees in front of him to try. She stroked him with her hands first, slowly, while she worked up saliva in her mouth.

She got the head in her mouth, and worked about four inches into her throat, but felt stuck on trying to get the rest to go down. He was large, almost too large, but the thought of him inside of her excited her. She wanted to please him, that’s what she was there for, to find out what men really want, and learn how to give it to her husband.

Gregory pulled her up to her feet, and then scooped her up in his arms. He gently placed her on the bed, and then removed her panties as he stared into her eyes.

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” He said softly, sliding his finger inside her tight pussy.

“I’ll tell you if I can’t take it.” She said.

He moved his finger inside of her in a circular motion as if to open her up for his large cock.

As he mounted her, he stared in her eyes intently. She felt the tip of his cock press against her flesh, and then a push as he entered her.

Her hips spread wide, her body clenched from the pressure between her legs.

“Relax baby.” He said.

His hand reached underneath her ass cheeks, lifting her up towards him. He pushed a little deeper causing her to let out a loud moan. His mouth sucked onto her breast, and then his teeth slid across her nipple.

She felt her body relax as he slowly pushed into her. She felt his hand on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to make room for his enormous cock inside her tight pussy.

Her juices started to flow as he told her how sexy she was, and how good she felt.

“Turn over.” He said, lifting his weight from her.

She rolled onto her belly, and as he spread her open with his fingers, she felt his tongue slide between her ass cheeks.

His cock found its way back to her pink pussy, and without warning, he pushed deep inside of her.

Her body twitched from the sensation, and then her throbbing began. He was so large that he barely had to move to make her cum.

As she pulsated around him, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, causing her to cum again and again.

She heard him let out a moan, and then he lifted himself from behind her.

There was something awkward in the moment, feeling lost without the snuggling, and the ‘I love you’s’, but part of that was what intrigued her so much.

She got up from the bed, grabbed her dress and went into the bathroom to clean up.

When she returned to the room, Gregory was dressed, and handed her the glass of wine he had poured for her earlier.

“I’m sure glad you came back.” He said, and then pulled her in close to his chest, kissing her softly on the forehead.

“Maybe next time, you can take it all.” He said.

Ginger’s pussy throbbed from the multiple orgasms and the intense stretching to accommodate his large cock. She thought she had taken it all, but now she was even more intrigued.

Chapter Two

When Ginger got home, Vee was in her front yard pulling weeds. She immediately jumped up and walked towards Ginger when she seen her get out of her car.

“Where have you been?” She asked, staring at her fancy sundress and high heels.

“Just went shopping.” She said, not able to look her new friend in the eye.

“Really, what did you buy?” She asked.

Ginger knew shopping was a bad answer, especially since she didn’t have any bags. She was just thankful it was Vee questioning her, and not Bill, she knew she would crumble under that kind of pressure.

“I didn’t like anything.” Ginger said, and then started into the house.

Vee followed her, and once in the kitchen, she helped herself to a glass of wine.

“You done something bad…” Vee said with a smirk.

Ginger felt her face begin to blush. She hated how transparent she became when caught in a lie.

“Ok, so, I went to the bar.” Ginger admitted.

“And?” Vee asked with one eyebrow raised.

“I seen Gregory.” Ginger said.

“Seen, or fucked?” Vee asked.

“I seen him…” Ginger said.

“Really? Then can I see you’re panties?” Vee asked with a laugh.

Ginger clenched up at her suggestion.

“No, you’re sick.” She scoffed.

“And you fucked that big black man…” Vee said with a smile.

Ginger started giggling nervously and tried to run up the stairs away from Vee, but she followed her.

In her bedroom, Vee walked into the bathroom as Ginger was undressing. She stood naked in front of her new friend, whose eyes were lingering on her hands that covered her private parts.

“What are you so freaked out about?” Vee asked with a laugh.

“I’m not, but I would like some privacy.” Ginger said, still laughing.

Ginger pulled a loose t-shirt over her head, and then pushed past Vee to get to her bedroom closet.

Vee wrapped her hands around Ginger’s waist, and tossed her down on the bed to her back.

Ginger was stunned as Vee pressed against her, her lips curled into a sly smile.

She felt her hand slide down her waist, and then between her legs. Her pussy was still sloppy from her orgasms and Gregory’s load of cum shot inside of her.

Vee’s finger slid across her pussy, and then dipped inside of her. Ginger felt a rush of excitement by her touch, and wanted her to keep fucking her, but she quickly pulled her finger from inside of her and brought it to her lips.

Ginger watched as Vee slid her finger into her mouth, sucking the juices from her skin.

“Tastes like sex to me.” She said, and then got up; leaving Ginger lay on the bed with her legs spread open.

Vee’s eyes lingered on her pussy, causing a stir in her that she had never felt before. It excited her watching her lick her juices from her finger.

“You’re an asshole.” Ginger said, closing her legs and getting up from the bed.

“Yup.” Vee said with a smile.

“Was it good?” Vee asked.

Ginger told her how it was awkward, and she didn’t really feel like she learned anything about what men want. Vee laughed at her for thinking she would figure that out with one experience, and then told her that maybe his cock was just too big.

“If you are more worried about how it will fit, then you can’t really get into it.” She said.

Ginger thought maybe she was right, but there was something about Gregory that she really liked, aside from his large cock.

“Oh well, you can’t see him again anyway.” Vee said.

“Why not?” Ginger asked.

“No affairs, just sex.” She said.

“Ginger, you up there?” Bill’s voice yelled form the stairs.

She jumped up and quickly grabbed her shorts from the floor, but Bill walked in before she got a chance to get them on.

“Hey babe, what’s going on?” He asked, looking at Vee with confusion.

“Just trying on some clothes.” She said, and then officially introduced him to Vee.

Bill shook her hand, and Ginger caught Vee giving him a flirty look which she didn’t care for as she walked out of the room.

“I’ll call you later.” She said, and then left.

“So, that’s Vee?” He asked.

“Yes.” Ginger responded.

“I was headed for the showers.” She said, and then kissed Bill on the forehead.

“Are you home for the night?” She asked.

“No, I just had to change clothes; the partners are celebrating a pre-victory.” He said, rolling his eyes.

Ginger had been so wrapped up in Vee, she had forgotten his trial was in the morning.

“You got this babe!” She said cheerfully, and then dipped into the bathroom.

“I’ll be home late again, but not too late, have to be in court at nine.” He said.

“Ok, have fun.” She said, stepping under the water to rinse her sleazy hotel room sex from her body.

She received a text from Gregory when she got out of the shower. Her excitement was unfamiliar, as she thought the guilt would have killed it.

Gregory: I want to see you again…

Ginger: When?

Gregory: Tomorrow?

Ginger: Can you call?

Her phone rang just seconds after she text him. His voice was deep and seductive. He told her how much he enjoyed her, and then continued to tell her he wanted to see her again. She wanted to tell him no, that she made a mistake, but a part of her wanted to see him again.

Ginger confessed to Gregory about her neighbors wild affairs, and that she only tried it to get some experience. He laughed at the thought of her finding a stranger to fuck, just so she could find out what her husband wanted in bed.

She knew what Bill wanted, mostly, but she just didn’t feel comfortable in her own skin sexually, and she figured it was inexperience that created her inhibitions.

Talking to Gregory was relaxing, and he made her laugh. She agreed to see him again the next day, and told him she would call him, for him not to call her.

Ginger climbed into bed and turned on the TV. She couldn’t figure out how she had turned her life upside down in just one day. And the one thing that stuck in her mind was why after her amazing experience with Gregory in the hotel, was Vee’s finger inside of her the only thing she could think about.

Chapter Three

Ginger stood at Gregory’s hotel door, breathing deeply before she knocked. As her knuckles hit the wood of the door, it opened, and he stood in front of her shirtless, with a hungry look in his eyes.

He reached out to her with his strong arms, pulling her into the room. His mouth pressed against hers as he shut the door. The kiss was passionate and showed more emotion than the first one they shared. Something had changed, and she didn’t think it was just for her.

“Ok, you want to know what men want?” He asked looking into her eyes.

“Yes.” She said.

“Aggression.” He whispered, and then pulled away from her.

“Take me.” He said, holding his arms open.

Ginger’s eyes lit up, and a passion ignited in her that she had never felt before. She pushed Gregory down on the bed, tugged at his belt and zipper until they were loose, and then took him into her mouth.

His moans let her know she was pleasing him. She stood, removed her clothes slowly and seductively, and then climbed onto the bed. She straddled his waist, sliding her pussy across his hard cock, teasing him, until finally letting the tip of his hard cock rest against her opening.

She slowly lowered her hips onto him, taking him in slowly at first. Her excitement was increasing as she controlled the fate of his large member, and with the extra juices flowing, it made it easier to slide him in deep.

When she felt herself rest upon his thighs, she knew she did it. She took his entire cock into her tight pussy, and the feeling of pain was no match for the sexual exhilaration.

It felt good to control the sex, and the aggression seemed to come naturally to her. When she let her orgasm explode over his cock, he followed her lead, releasing his into her.

The awkward moment she felt after the first time was gone, now she felt connected, safe, and comfortable with this man lying naked beside her.

His touch was gentle and sweet, and his kisses lingered on her neck as she said her goodbyes.

At home, she felt the immense guilt of her actions, but couldn’t deny the satisfaction pulsing through her veins.

Vee came outside when she seen her car pull up, her face soured as she looked at Ginger.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked.

“Not much, just went for a bite.” Ginger said.

“Let’s go swimming.” Vee said.

“Sure, I’ll meet you out there in 10 minutes.” Ginger said, hoping her friend would believe her story, and knowing the pool would work just as well as a shower if she decided to check her again. A part of her hoped she would check her again.

Vee was already in the pool when Ginger walked outside. She sat on the steps, waiting for Ginger to join her.

Ginger walked to the deep end, looked at Vee with a smirk, and then dove into the pool head first.

“Sometimes, you just have to dive in head first.” She said with a giggle as she emerged from the water.

She swam over to Vee, resting her arms on the bottom step as she watched her friend for a reaction. Vee was obviously upset, but she wasn’t talking, so Ginger decided to leave it alone.

“I brought over margarita’s, you want one?” Vee asked.

“Yes, that sounds great.” Ginger said.

Vee stepped out of the pool and went to the table where the pitcher of alcohol sat.

“I need glasses.” She said, and then ducked into the house.

When she came out, she had two glasses and Ginger’s phone in her hand.

“You’re phone beeped while I was in there, so I brought it out for you.” Vee said with a strange smirk.

“Thanks.” Ginger said, climbing out of the pool.

“It was Gregory, he said you were amazing today, and he couldn’t wait to see you again.” Vee said.

Ginger’s face turned white, and she sat down in the chair next to her friend, knowing she was in trouble.

“You can’t do that Ginger; do you want to wreck your marriage?” She asked.

“What are you talking about, you fuck whoever you want, and that’s not wrecking your marriage?” Ginger snapped.

“No, it’s not, because I don’t risk falling for anyone, or letting them fall for me.” She said.

Ginger tried to argue her point, but she knew that Ginger was right. Gregory was very sweet, and an amazing lover, too much time with him could lead to trouble.

“Scott’s going out of town this weekend.” Vee said, changing the topic once she felt she had won the argument.

“So is Bill…” Ginger said.

“Great, then I’m renting us a house on the beach.” Vee said.

“What? No, I can’t do that…” Ginger argued.

“Why not?” Vee asked, raising her eyebrow at her friend.

“You need to step away from Gregory…” Vee added.

“Ok, fine.” Ginger said.

Vee’s smile was contagious. Ginger loved seeing her happy, and since she had been upsetting her so much lately, it felt like a relief to see her smile.

Chapter Four

Ginger sat on the bed watching Bill pack for his trip.

“Are you sure you’re going to be ok?” He asked.

“Of course, you’re barely here anyway.” She said, not meaning to sound snippy.

Bill kissed her on top of the head, and then she walked with him to the door. She watched as he drove off, and before he rounded the corner, Vee was out her front door, throwing a suitcase in her trunk, and waving for her to hurry up.

Ginger felt a little guilty for not telling Bill about her trip, but she wanted some fun with Vee, and after avoiding Gregory’s phone calls and texts all week, she knew she needed some time to think.

She ran upstairs, grabbed her duffle bag from under the bed, and jumped in the car with Vee.

The flight was quick, and when they walked outside to the moist, warm air of California, she felt like she could breathe for the first time in over a year.

Vee had a rental car waiting, and with an hour drive, they were in Los Angeles, at a beautiful beach house that Ginger knew had to cost Vee a fortune, or cost her husband a fortune rather.

“This is amazing!” Ginger said, rushing from the car to the front door.

Vee let her in, and her mouth dropped. The house was surrounded by large windows with an amazing view of the beach and ocean.

Out back, a large round sofa sat in the middle of the patio with a hot tub large enough for 12 next to it. The ocean breeze was exhilarating as it hit her skin, and the warm sun beating down on her made her feel more alive than ever.

They quickly changed into their bikinis and went to the beach for a relaxing day. It was nice to just hang out with Vee, and Ginger was more relaxed than she ever remembered being before.

That night the girls hit the club scene, dressed in slinky dresses and high heeled sandals. They both looked amazing, but Ginger couldn’t help but notice that Vee looked especially sexy in her little red dress.

Ginger was having a blast dancing with her friend, and the men’s stares were turning her on. When Vee let a tall, young man get in between them on the dance floor, Ginger was irritated at first, but once she noticed how sensual it was to have the man sharing his attention with them both equally, she let loose and just enjoyed the moment.

“I think I’ve drank too much.” Ginger said, feeling a little woozy.

“Let’s go back to the beach house.” Vee said.

Ginger felt relieved that her friend was willing to stop the party for her. But, when she turned to the man and whispered in his ear, she knew things were not as she seemed.

Vee held her hand, walking out of the club with her, and as they walked up to the beach house she noticed a car pull into the drive.

“Who’s that?” Ginger asked.

“Sam.” Vee smirked.

Ginger let herself in, and went out to the patio to watch the ocean break against the shore. She could hear Vee and Sam inside giggling.

They both came out to the patio, Vee holding a drink for Ginger. She smiled, leaned in and whispered.

“Let’s have some fun.” She said in a soft voice.

Vee removed her little red dress, and then kicked off her heels. She stood in front of Ginger nude, bringing her back to life from her alcohol induced wooziness.

Vee knelt down in front of Ginger, sliding her hands up her legs, pushing her dress up around her hips. Her fingers rested on the material of her panties as she stared into her eyes, and then they slid down her body, pulling the panties with them.

Her stare was so intense that Ginger forgot about the man who sat behind them watching. As her hands slid back up her legs, Ginger felt her pussy throb in anticipation for her touch.

“Doesn’t she have a pretty pussy?” Vee said, looking over her shoulder at Sam.

“Yes.” He said, sounding as if he was in shock from the experience he was brought into.

Vee’s fingers slid around Ginger’s plump lips, and then spread them apart so one could dip inside. Ginger let out a gasp and then a slow moan as Vee fucked her gently with one finger.

Sam got up, removed his clothes, and then knelt down behind Vee. Ginger felt Vee’s mouth press against her, mimicking what Sam was doing to her with her tongue.

Her hands slid up to Ginger’s breasts, cupping them as she worked her tongue around her clit and inside of her wet pussy. Ginger ached for her mouth, her fingers, and her tongue.

Sam stood behind Vee, stroking his cock, and watching as Vee’s tongue slid around Ginger’s pussy. His finger slid in between Ginger’s legs, and then into her pussy alongside Vee’s tongue.

Vee got up, laid down on the couch with her legs spread.

“Come taste me while he fucks you.” She whispered.

Ginger was ready for Sam’s cock, but more so, she was ready to taste Vee.

Her pussy was plump and pink. Her small patch of blonde curly hairs sat just above her clit like a toupee. She had never been so close to a woman before, and she was ready to explore.

Her fingers opened up Vee’s pussy, pushing her folds to the side so she could see into her pink opening. As her finger slid inside of her, She felt Sam’s mouth pressed against her sensitive skin, and his tongue pushing into her center.

Ginger looked up at Vee, her eyes partly closed, and her head tilted back. Her tongue slid across her clit, and then into her pink skin. Her finger pushed in and out of her tight pussy, and she felt the suction as she fucked her. She sucked on her clit, mimicking the pleasure that Sam was giving her.

When his cock pressed against her pussy she felt her back arch and her hips thrust against him. It was as if she had no control of her own body, its urges had taken over.

Her mouth pushed out from between Vee’s legs, and landed on her breasts as Sam pushed her hard from behind with his hard cock. She sucked her mound into her mouth, and then flicked her nipple with her tongue.

She felt the sudden tug of Sam’s cock being pulled from her body, and then Vee’s body rocking beneath her. Her moans were exhilarating as Ginger knew she was being fucked right underneath her.

Sam’s fingers slid into Ginger’s pussy, keeping her worked up while he fucked Vee. Ginger pushed her ass high in the air so he could press his mouth against her, pleasuring her with his tongue while he made Vee cum beneath her.

“I want to taste you while I cum.” Vee gasped.

Without thinking, Ginger slid her body up towards Vee, pulling her pussy from Sam’s lips. She turned her body around so she could watch as Sam fucked her friend, and spread her legs as she sat on her knees over Vee’s face close enough for her to reach her with her mouth.

Sam’s face was wrinkled up, his moans were getting louder, and Ginger knew he was about to cum.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered, and then leaned in to rub Vee’s clit as he penetrated her.

She felt Vee’s mouth sucking on her skin, pulling at her pussy lips, and then her clit. Her tongue slid inside of her, fucking her hard as she neared her orgasm. Ginger rubbed her clit to create the friction she needed for satisfaction, and as Sam let out a yell, Vee began to throb beneath her fingers, she felt herself let go of her own orgasm into Vee’s mouth.

Ginger couldn’t remember what time Sam left, but she knew that it was soon after he had cum. She woke up entangled in Vee’s arms on the round sofa. The cool morning ocean breeze pushed against her skin, causing tiny bumps to form.

They were both nude, and as Ginger looked at Vee’s tan, beautiful body, she knew her confusion had only increased with the trip, and now she had more thinking to do than ever.

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Book 6: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs 4
by Ella Gottfried

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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

Ginner’s head was still spinning from her and Vee’s night together. It was her first threesome, but her first taste of sex with a woman is what stuck out in her mind more than anything.

They spent their last day on the beach, drinking fruity drinks that Vee mixed up, and never spoke about their night together.

When they pulled up to Vee’s house, Ginger got her duffle from the car and went into her house, saying goodbye to Vee as if nothing had happened.

Ginger quickly unpacked, and jumped into the shower. She knew Bill would be home in just a few hours, and she needed time to digest her weekend before facing him.

Even though she had an exciting weekend, she wanted to see Bill. She missed her husband.

She had only spoken to him once all weekend, and that was just for a few minutes the morning before they came home. He had been working really hard, and she knew he hated to be away from home, but in a way, she was actually glad he had gone.

Vee text her, telling her Scott would be home any minute, and she just wanted to let her know how much fun she had.

Ginger was glad to see the text. It helped relieve some fear. Even though they had a great time just relaxing on the beach and soaking in the hot tub after their night together, the anxiety of it possibly hurting their friendship was too real to ignore.

But, everything seemed just fine. And, like Vee had told her before, she had a female lover once before, and sex was just sex…so Ginger figured she was just reading too much into the situation.

Ginger: I had a blast, thank you for the experience J

Vee: I was so worried you were upset….you’re ok with everything?

Ginger felt relieved that Vee was having the same anxieties.

Ginger: Yes, was all very exciting…

Vee: I agree, and honestly, I can’t stop thinking about it…

Ginger: Me either….

Vee: We’ll talk about it tomorrow, gotta run…

Ginger: Ok

The conversation brought Ginger right back into the moment. She had been thinking about Vee, and it was exciting to know she couldn’t stop thinking about her either.

She decided not to waste her sexual energy on anyone else and to share it with her deserving husband.

She found the black lingerie she had shoved in the back of her closet. She put it on, including the stockings and the matching panties, and then waited on the bed for him to pull up.

When she heard the door, she posed on the bed for him.

“Ginger, you up here?” He yelled as he climbed the stairs.

“Yes.” She responded.

Bill walked into the bedroom, stopped at the doorway and smiled at his beautiful wife lying on their king-sized bed.

“Wow.” He said.

Ginger sat up on her knees, and then crawled on all fours towards her husband. She motioned with her finger for him to come closer.

Bill was smiling wide as he closed in on his sexy wife on the bed.

“This is my kind of welcome home.” He said.

Her hands pulled open his belt, and then unfastened his slacks, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. She took his large member out of his shorts, and slowly stroked him while looking up at him. His smile was seductive, and his eyes showed his surprise, and his pleasure as she took him into her mouth.

She worked her mouth up and down on his cock until he was rock hard. His hips were thrusting into her with her hands on his ass cheeks.

“Lay down.” She whispered, pulling him slowly out of her mouth.

Bill kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and then slid his shorts off before lying on the bed as his wife instructed.

Ginger stood up in front of him at the edge of the bed. She slid her panties off, but left the rest of her outfit intact.

She thought about Gregory telling her men wanted aggression in the bedroom, and then thought about what she enjoyed seeing on Vee’s body.

She climbed onto the bed, standing on her knees; she spread her pussy open with her fingers for Bill to watch. Her fingers slid back and forth on her clit, and then her fingers plunged deep inside of her folds causing her to let out a moan.

Bill’s eyes followed her fingers, and then returned to her eyes. She could tell he was excited to see her let go, and his rock hard cock let her know he liked what he saw.

She straddled over Bill’s cock, playfully sliding it back and forth along her opening. Her fingers spread her pink flesh apart so he could watch as she placed him inside of her.

He groaned as she slid down onto his large member, and his hands reached up to cup her breasts. Ginger felt free, powerful, and uninhibited as she rode her husband into orgasm.

Her body fell limp onto his hard chest. She could feel his heartbeat pounding beneath her, and his lips on her neck.

“I love you baby.” He whispered.

“I love you.” Ginger said.

“I don’t know what got into you, but I like it.” He said.

Ginger lifted her weight from his body and went into the bathroom to change into her night clothes.

Bill was unpacking his suitcase when she came out into the bedroom.

“So, what did you do all weekend?” He asked.

Ginger felt like a deer in headlights as she tried to come up with an answer.

“Hung out with Vee.” She said, which wasn’t a lie.

“Oh yeah, that girl is a little odd, don’t ya think?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” Ginger asked, feeling a little defensive over Bill’s attack on her friend.

“I mean she is just too flirty, she seems loose.” Bill said.

“Loose? What are we in the 50’s?” Ginger laughed.

“You know what I mean, I think she could get you into trouble.” He said.

Ginger bit her bottom lip as she took her husband’s words into account. He had no idea what kind of trouble this woman had already gotten her into, and he would freak out if he knew how much she enjoyed every minute of it.

“She’s harmless.” Ginger said.

“Yeah, well, I’ve seen the way she looks at you…” Bill said.

“Bill, you barely know her, and how on earth does she look at me?” Ginger asked.

“It’s like she wants to be more than just friends.” He said with a smirk.

“You two getting it on behind my back?” He asked, grabbing his wife by the waist.

“Oh, so it’s ok if it’s in front of you?” She asked sarcastically.

“Yeah, it’s better.” He teased.

Chapter Two

Ginger sat by the pool, sneaking a cigarette when Vee came to the fence.

“You smoking again?” She teased.

“Yeah.” Ginger said, displaying the cigarette in the air to her.

“Damn, you that stressed out?” She asked.

Ginger smiled nervously at her new friend. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell her what Bill had said the night before, but she was a little curious about how Vee felt about her herself.

“You haven’t smoked since the day I moved in, should I take that as a direct hit?” Vee said with a laugh.

“No, I’m just not used to lying to Bill. That was a little rough.” Ginger said.

“It gets easier.” Vee said.

Ginger wasn’t sure she wanted it to get easier. She loved her husband, and her marriage. The only thing she wanted to change was her experience in the bedroom, and somehow along the way, she got confused about what she wanted, and who.

“I just think I need to cool it.” Ginger said, crushing her cigarette on the concrete.

“Ok, whatever you need to do.” Vee said.

“But, you have to admit…this spiced up your sex life with Bill right?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, he loves the new take charge woman in his bedroom.” Ginger laughed.

“Well, hopefully things don’t get stale again.” Vee said.

“Things were never stale.” Ginger defended.

Bill had always been an amazing lover; she was the one who lacked the experience in the bedroom, not him.

“Had Gregory been calling?” She asked.

“He finally stopped.” Ginger said.

“Good.” Vee said.

“He could’ve been real trouble for your marriage.” She said.

Ginger told Vee she had some cleaning to do, even though she really just wanted to be alone with her thoughts.

She spent the next couple days avoiding her, only answering her texts with as little detail as possible, and not spending any time at the pool.

A part of her missed her friend and the excitement she offered, but another part of her was relieved the chaos had subsided.

When her doorbell rang, she felt a panic in her gut, knowing the only one who came by during the day was Vee.

“Let’s go get lunch.” Vee said, dressed in a cute white skirt and blue tank top.

“I don’t know.” Ginger said.

“C’mon, you have been avoiding me, I gave you space, but you act like you’re done with me.” Vee said, sticking out her bottom lip to pretend to pout.

“I’m just confused.” Ginger said.

“That’s ok, we’re all confused honey, but I could use a drink, how about you?” Vee said, smiling in her seductive way.

“Just lunch…” Ginger said.

“Just lunch,” Vee said.

Ginger rode with Vee, and as they started down the main road towards the hotel, she felt herself get angry.

“I said just lunch.” Ginger said.

“I know, I know, they have great food…” Vee said.

She pulled into the parking lot, and looked at her friend with intensity.

“I’m just here for those wonton tacos, I swear!” Vee said.

Ginger was reluctant to believe her, but she agreed to go inside.

They sat at the booth in the back, ordered long island iced teas, wonton tacos and spicy chicken wings to share.

Lunch was great, and Ginger enjoyed listening to Vee’s stories about how Scott was pushing for information about her weekend. It made Ginger feel a little better to know that Bill wasn’t the only one concerned about what they were doing while he was away.

Gregory walked through the doorway, and took a seat at the bar.

“What’s he doing here?” Vee asked.

“I don’t know, he has been in his place for over a week now.” Ginger said.

His eyes lingered towards their table, and then stopped on Ginger. His lips curled into a smile, and he winked at her as he picked up his drink.

“Fuck!” Ginger said under her breath as he walked towards them.

“You quit answering my calls.” He said.

“I’m sorry, I just needed to walk away from it all.” Ginger said.

“Well, I’ve missed you.” He said.

“Join us.” Vee said.

Ginger stared at her friend as Gregory eagerly took a seat next to her. She was the one who told her to stay away from him, so she couldn’t figure out why she would ask him to join them.

Vee started asking Gregory questions about his workout regimen, squeezing his muscles on his arms, and complimenting his physique.

Ginger rolled her eyes at her to let her know how disgusted she was at her behavior.

“Why don’t we all get a room?” Vee said.

“That’s not a good idea.” Ginger said.

“It’s a great idea.” Gregory said.

“C’mon Ginger, one last fling?” She asked, pushing her bottom lip back out to pout.

Ginger felt the jealousy rise in her blood at the thought of Ginger with Gregory. She knew she was going to fuck him whether she joined or not.

“You two can do whatever you want.” She said, sipping on her drink.

Gregory got up, leaned down to Ginger, kissing her softly on the forehead.

“I really wish you would join us. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He whispered.

As she watched Gregory walk away, she turned to Vee who was smirking in the seat next to her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ginger snapped.

“Just having some fun.” Vee said.

“You’re fucking nuts.” Ginger said.

Vee put her hand on Ginger’s knee and slowly stroked her leg. Her hand was soft and smooth, and when she neared her panties she felt that familiar tingle.

“This will help you get him out of your mind, and you said you’re done, so it’s one last fling…” Vee said, sliding her finger under Ginger’s panties.

“You’re pussy is wet, so I know you want to.” She said.

“You’re an animal.” Ginger said, still angry, but unable to resist her touch, or the thought of Gregory’s cock between her legs.

“Then it’s settled, just one last time.” Vee said.

“Why Gregory?” Ginger asked.

“Because you told me how big his cock is, and he obviously has feelings for you. So, we need to make your relationship a little less personal, and a little more sexual.” She said.

“I don’t see how this is going to make him feel any different about me.” Ginger said.

“Maybe not, but it will make you feel a little differently about him.” Vee said.

Chapter Three

Ginger watched Gregory return to the table. He left a room card, smiled, and then went to the bar to pay his tab.

Vee held Ginger’s hand under the table, stroking her thumb like it was a tony cock.

Gregory walked out of the bar, and Vee nonchalantly finished her cocktail. Her hand moved to Ginger’s thigh, stroking slowly and then massaging the soft flesh between her legs.

“You ready?” She asked.

“Yes.” Ginger said.

Vee got up, put the card in her bag, and then held out her hand for Ginger.

They walked through the hotel lobby and to the elevators hand in hand. Ginger figured it was Vee’s way of making sure she didn’t run away.

At the door, Vee took out the key card, slid it into the door, and then opened it. The loud click sent chills down Ginger’s spine as she remembered the guilt she felt about her two days in one of these rooms with Gregory.

Gregory was inside, dressed in only his boxers. He poured three drinks from the mini bar, and then handed one to each of the girls.

Vee sipped on her drink and eyed Gregory’s package.

“I was told about your extremely large cock.” She said.

Ginger almost choked on her drink. She wasn’t used to someone so bold. But, there was something that turned her on about Vee’s carelessness and unwillingness to follow the rules.

Gregory’s eyes landed on Gingers. He smiled, and then slid his shorts off to expose his hard cock.

“Wow, I thought she was exaggerating.” Vee said, obviously pleased with the meat between his legs.

Her hand reached towards him, taking his cock in her hand. She stroked him slowly while licking her lips. Ginger felt an excitement and a jealousy at the image of her and Gregory, and she wasn’t sure if it was Vee or him she was jealous of, or maybe both.

“I think we may need warming up for that.” Vee said.

She let go of his meat and slid her dress off. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and no bra, and Ginger felt a rush of excitement as she stood in front of her nude.

“You’re turn.” Gregory said to Ginger with a smile.

Vee turned to her and slid the straps of her sundress from her shoulders. She had not put on a bra that afternoon, so her bare breasts were exposed to Gregory’s eager eyes.

Ginger watched as Vee’s mouth lowered onto her breast. Her tongue slid across her nipple, and then down her stomach.

She gripped the material of her dress, pulling it from her hips, and then wasted no time pulling her panties down away from her body.

Her tongue slid across her skin, sliding in between her thighs, and then teasing her with a quick lap through her pink folds.

Gregory sat down in the chair, watching while he stroked himself.

Vee bent over, exposing her pussy to him, and then reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks open wide.

Ginger wished she was sitting where Gregory was, she loved how Vee’s pink folds were so plump and juicy, but her mouth and tongue kept her satisfied without her view.

Vee guided Ginger towards the bed, and then pushed her gently onto the mattress. Her hands spread her legs wide, and she moved out of the way so Gregory could watch as she exposed Ginger’s most personal parts.

Her tongue flicked around her clit, and then pushed deep into her pussy. She let out a moan and arched her back, begging for Vee’s mouth to satisfy her.

As her finger slid inside of her, she felt herself begin to throb. Gregory’s eyes on her, and the sensation of Vee’s touch brought her to orgasm as Vee smiled at her wildly.

“You like that don’t you.” She said.

“You ready for some cock?” She asked.

Ginger nodded, unable to speak as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Vee sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, spreading her legs wide.

She pulled Ginger up so she was leaning her back against her chest, and then reached down to play with her tits.

“Come get it big boy.” She said to Gregory.

Ginger was spread out on the bed, leaning against Vee. She could feel her breathing hard against her back, and her soft breasts against her skin.

Gregory moved towards them, lifting Ginger’s ass up from the mattress with one hand and positioning his cock between her legs with the other.

His eyes were seductive and his voice sultry as he asked her if she was ready.

All she could do was nod.

His cock pushed into her, spreading her open wide. Her moans escaped her lips and Vee’s hands caressed her breasts.

The penetration was intense, and even though she had taken him all in once before, she found it difficult to get him completely inside of her tight pussy now.

Vee’s hands moved down to her clit, rubbing vigorously while he pushed himself into her. She slid out from behind her, letting her body fall to the soft mattress, and then crawled over top of her, pushing her pussy into Ginger’s face.

Her tongue slid between her legs as if it had been longing for her juices. Ginger pushed past Vee’s folds, plunging her tongue deep into her pussy as Gregory fucked her harder and deeper with each stroke.

She felt Vee’s soft tongue slide across her clit, and then her fingers on her pussy lips, spreading her open for Gregory.

“You almost got it.” She whispered.

Ginger felt him push further inside of her, and as he finally hit bottom, her legs began to quiver, her clit throb, and her pussy tighten around him.

“Don’t cum Gregory.” Vee ordered.

It was too late for Ginger; she was already cuming hard around his hard cock.

He pulled out, letting her juices flow onto the mattress, and she felt Vee’s mouth on her, sucking them out of her like they were a reward.

Vee smiled at Ginger, and then positioned herself on all fours on the bed above her.

Her mouth lowered to Ginger’s breasts as Gregory slid his cock against her pussy.

“You got me so fucking excited, just fuck me hard.” Vee said.

As Gregory pushed hard against her, Ginger felt her body thrust forward, and the moans were agonizing as they escaped her lips.

With several hard pushes, her moans turned to pleasure, and her head fell onto Ginger’s chest as he fucked her hard from behind.

“Damn baby, you fucking took it.” Gregory said with a voice that dripped like honey.

He let out a groan when Vee began to tremble, and they both orgasmed together, on top of Ginger.

“Holy shit!” Gregory said, and then got off the bed to grab his shorts.

He tossed a towel towards Vee, who used it to clean herself up, and then went into the bathroom to grab a clean cloth for Ginger.

“You two are incredible.” He said.

“I can’t believe you took it all on your first try baby.” He said to Vee.

“Well, I had no intentions of coming back for seconds…” She said.

Gregory looked surprised by her comment.

“So, that’s it?” He asked.

“I’m afraid so.” Vee said, sliding on her dress, and tossing Gingers to her.

“This was both of ours last fling, so I figured you would make it a good one…and you did.” She said with a wink and a smile.

“Wow, that’s cold.” He said.

“Just don’t try calling Ginger anymore, and know that we will always think about you big boy.” Vee said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

With Ginger dressed, she held her hand and led her out of the room. She felt relieved that Vee had handled him in that way, and she believed he would listen from the look on his face when they left.

Chapter Four

Vee couldn’t stop talking about how big Gregory’s cock was all the way home. When they finally pulled up to her house, Ginger was relieved to get away from her. The image of her and Gregory together was still making her nuts. It was exciting, but it was something else, and she just didn’t know what.

“Are you ok?” Vee asked.

“Yeah, just a little freaked out right now.” Ginger admitted.

Vee followed her to her house, entering the front and following her up the stairs to her bedroom.

Ginger undressed, and then got into the shower while Vee sat on the toilet trying to talk to her.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Ginger said.

“We have to.” Vee said.

“Why?” Ginger asked popping her head from the shower curtain.

“Because you said so?” She snapped.

“I don’t want you mad at me.” Vee said.

“I’m not, I mean…I am, but I don’t know why.” Ginger said, and then tucked back into the shower.

Vee undressed, pulled back the curtain and stepped in with Ginger.

She lathered up a loofah with body wash, slid it across her body, and then Ginger’s.

Ginger started to giggle as she realized she really didn’t know why she was mad in the first place, and Vee laughed with her while she finished scrubbing her tingling body.

Vee knelt down on her knees between Ginger’s legs. Her eyes stared into hers as she extended her tongue and teased her pussy with slow strokes across her plump lips.

Her hands pushed her legs open and she buried her face into her bush. Ginger felt her grip onto her clit with her lips and then suck hard, almost bringing her to her knees with pleasure.

Her fingers slid inside of her, pushing hard while she continued to hold her grip on her clit. The rush of pleasure pushed through her hard, causing her to get weak in the knees, and then tremble as she let her orgasm go.

“Why are you so good at that?” Ginger gasped.

Vee reached out of the curtain and grabbed a towel, she wrapped herself up and then stepped out. Ginger followed suit, wrapping herself in a towel and following Vee into the bedroom.

“Probably because I have a pussy of my own, I know what feels good.” She said, and then fell onto the bed letting her towel fall open.

She opened her legs, spread herself apart, and stared at Ginger.

“Show me what I did that you liked so much.” She said.

Ginger loved her body. It was tan, tight, and that tattoo just made her look sexy. Her mouth lowered onto her small breasts, sucking one of them into her mouth at a time before she moved between her legs.

Her fingers slid around her lips, teasing her before they dipped inside her tight flesh. Her mouth covered her clit, sucking it between her lips as Vee done hers.

As she worked her finger in and out of Vee’s pussy, she sucked hard on her clit without letting up. Vee’s moans let her know she was doing it right, and when she arched her back and began to tremble, she knew she had brought her to orgasm.

She loved the way it felt when Vee orgasmed around her finger. The throbbing and quick pulses that pulled at her gave her a sense of power.

“Is someone here?” Vee whispered.

Ginger grabbed her towel, rewrapping herself, and Vee pulled the towel around her to cover most of her nude body.

Bill appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. His face was confused, and he stared at Vee who sat on his bed before looking to his wife for answers.

“We just went swimming.” Ginger said.

“Oh ok.” Bill said, still not showing he was convinced by his tone.

“I’m sorry, I asked to use your shower.” Vee said, smiling at him in her flirty way.

“That’s ok I guess, I just heard a lot of commotion, I wasn’t sure what was going on.” He said.

Vee slid off the bed, letting her towel open to expose her breast before she stood. Ginger knew she had done it on purpose, and that familiar anger started to return.

“So, I’ll let you two get dressed then.” He said, and turned to go downstairs.

Ginger grabbed some clothes to throw on and then tossed Vee her skirt and tank top.

They both went downstairs to find Bill sitting at the kitchen bar drinking a beer.

“You’re home early.” Ginger said, kissing him on the cheek.

“Yeah, I guess I should have called first.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“Whatever.” Ginger said, trying to joke away his valid concern about her sexuality.

Vee grabbed a beer from the fridge, and then sat down at the kitchen bar with Bill.

“I love your place here.” She said.

“Thanks.” Bill said.

“We should have a pool party soon.” She said.

“Yeah, I haven’t been in that pool all year.” He said, looking out to the perfectly landscaped yard.

“Well, Scott will actually be home tonight, I’ll bring the burgers and beer.” She said.

“That would be great!” Bill said, finally changing his tone to a more excited one.

Vee took her beer and left out the back door. She winked at Ginger as she left.

Bill stared at her with a confused look on his face again.

“Are you sure nothing was going on up there?” He asked.

“I’m sure.” Ginger said.

Bill eyed his wife up and down, and then smiled.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” He said.

“You won’t even use a vibrator, so there’s no way you would eat pussy.” He said with a laugh.

Ginger was relieved that he was done questioning her, but she hated that he thought of her as such a prude.

“I still don’t like that girl.” He said.

“I know.” Ginger said.

“You know she flashed her tit to me on purpose.” He said.

“I kinda felt that way too.” Ginger said.

“I mean, if it was a larger tit, then maybe it would have made me like her a little more.” He teased.

Ginger slapped him playfully on the back of the head.

“Her tits are just fine.” She said.

She felt extremely confused by her reaction. The thought of her exposing herself to Bill had angered her at first, but then she found herself defending her breasts to him when he put them down.

“Oh, you like them huh?” He teased.

“I’m just saying women do not have to have large breasts to be sexy.” Ginger argued.

“So, you think she’s sexy?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I didn’t say that, just stop it.” Ginger said.

“Do you?” She asked.

Bill pulled her in close to him with his arms wrapped around her waist. His lips pressed against hers, his tongue plunging between her lips and stroking hers as he held her tightly.

“Baby, you’re the only woman I find sexy.” He whispered.

Ginger wondered if that were really true. She still thought about the older woman in his office, Pamela, and wondered if he ever fucked her on his long nights or his business trips away from home.

She wasn’t sure how the pool party was going to turn out, but she looked forward to spending more than a few minutes with Scott, and she hoped that he and Bill could become friends. She thought is they did become friends, maybe Bill would lighten up about his feelings for Vee.

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Book 7: Ginger’s Bisexual Affairs 5
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Table of Contents
Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter One

Ginger was finishing up the appetizers for the pool party with her and Bill’s new neighbors. She was still feeling a little uneasy about Bill’s feelings for Vee.

“Ok, I’m ready,” Bill announced, standing in the kitchen wearing his swim trunks and arm floats.

“Really?” Ginger said, laughing.

He wrapped his arms around her, causing her to drop a salami roll on the floor. She was laughing so hard she didn’t even care. The plastic from his arm floats were smashing against her skin making squeaky noises as he kissed on her neck.

“Hey there,” Vee said, peeking in the back door.

Ginger felt her eyes grow heavy on her, and then Bill’s on Vee’s. She felt like she was in the middle of a twisted love triangle, but she had no one to blame but herself.

“Scott got called in,” Vee said, placing a plate of burgers on the counter along with a 12-pack of beer.

“Oh no!” Ginger said.

“Yeah. Well, that’s my life,” she said, trying to smile and not show her true disappointment.

“Well, we have beer and burgers, so it’s still a party,” Bill said as he performed his best muscle man pose.

“Can’t you swim?” Vee said, pointing to his floatation devices meant for kids.

“He’s just being goofy,” Ginger said, and then hugged her friend.

“I’m sorry about Scott,” she whispered in her ear.

“It’s all good,” Vee said, grabbing a beer from the box.

“Let’s party!” Ginger said, grabbing one for herself, and then handing Bill a beer.

The girls stripped down to their bikinis and got into the pool while Bill manned the grill.

“Have you ever thought about a threesome with me, you and Bill?” Vee asked.

“No!” Ginger said, splashing water playfully in her face and swimming away.

Bill was watching the girls from the corner of his eye. Ginger kept catching him glance over, especially when they got loud. She was trying not to hang too close to Vee, but she kept swimming over to her.

“He’s starting to suspect something between us,” Ginger said.

“That’s every man’s fantasy,” Vee said.

“Not Bill’s,” Ginger said sternly.

“Really? Have you ever asked him?” she asked.

“No,” Ginger said.

“But he’s said he doesn’t want anyone else,” she added.

“That’s what he’s supposed to say,” Vee laughed, and then splashed Ginger playfully as she swam towards the steps.

Ginger stayed in the deep end, hanging on the edge while she sipped her beer. She watched as Vee walked out of the pool, and then over near Bill.

She bent over slowly to grab a beer from the cooler beside him, carefully brushing her breast up against his hip when she lifted herself up.

Ginger swam over closer to the shallow end so she could hear what she was saying, and keep an eye on what she was doing.

“I could’ve got you that,” Bill said, sounding irritated.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I get you wet?” Vee said.

“A little bit,” he said.

Vee pushed her cold beer can into Bill’s back, causing him to jump. He let out a yell, and then smiled in a nervous, but unusual way. Ginger couldn’t tell if he was mad at Vee, or if he liked her attention.

Ginger got out of the pool, grabbed her towel and then pulled a beer from the cooler.

“How long til the food’s ready?” she asked.

“Ready now,” Bill said proudly, and started pulling the burgers from the grill.

Ginger went into the kitchen to grab the plate of condiments and buns she prepared. She watched out the window as Vee said something, and then Bill laughed.

She couldn’t stand how forward she was, and she could only hope she didn’t do or say anything stupid.

Outside, Bill prepared his burgers and sat down at the table to relax. The girls finished making their sandwiches, and when Ginger sat on the right of Bill, Vee sat on his left instead of taking one of the other three empty chairs at the table.

Bill asked questions about Scott, and Vee answered them with very little detail. Ginger could tell she didn’t like talking about her husband, especially in the company of other men.

She started feeling like Vee was pushing her out of the conversation, almost as if she was proving a point that Bill would want another woman, mainly her.

Bill looked uncomfortable at first, but after a few minutes of talking with Vee, he seemed just fine. Her attitude was laid back, and her tone smooth. She was smart, funny, and easy to talk to, and every word that came out of her mouth had a motive. Ginger had already learned that. Vee was all about getting what she wanted at all times, and at any cost.

“You look hot, let’s go swimming!” Vee said grabbing three more beers, handing one to Bill and then one to Ginger.

She jumped into the pool after setting her beer on the edge. Bill got up, extended his hand to Ginger, and led her towards the water.

She started to go back towards the shallow end when Bill scooped her up in his arms and jumped into the deep end with her and her beer.

“You saved the beer!” Vee yelled, pointing to Ginger’s hand that extended straight up out of the water, even when she went under.

“That’s a sign of a true alcoholic,” she teased.

Ginger pulled away from Bill and swam towards her. She pushed on her shoulders until she went under, and then held on to the edge to drink her beer while Vee adjusted her hair and caught her breath.

Bill swam over to Ginger, putting his arm around her at the edge of the pool. He kissed her lightly on the neck.

“You two need a room,” she said.

Bill laughed. “We got one,” he said.

“I hear they have great rooms at that new hotel downtown,” she said with a smirk.

Ginger’s heart skipped a beat. She knew she was throwing that out there to scare her, but she wasn’t sure what she was really capable of, especially when jealous.

“I hear their lounge is nothing but a hookup bar,” Bill said with a laugh.

“Yeah, I heard that too. You can just go in, pick out a date, and go get fucked,” Vee said.

“Makes it easier than dating I suppose,” she laughed.

Ginger was trying to get Vee to make eye contact with her, but she knew she was deliberately avoiding seeing her angry face.

“That’s sad really,” Bill said, sipping his beer.

“I hear couples go in there looking for threesomes too,” Vee continued.

“If I could talk Scott into it, I might consider checking it out,” Vee said, and then laughed.

“Really?” Bill said, his eyebrow raised at her.

“So, would that be another man, or another woman?” he asked.

“Another woman of course,” she said with a smirk.

Bill looked at Ginger with a strange look, and then chuckled.

“Of course,” he said.

Ginger felt his tension as he gripped her tightly around the waist. Vee’s eyes pushed into her as he kissed on her neck. Ginger knew she was getting jealous, and the worst part was, she felt like Bill knew he was making her jealous.

Chapter Two

Bill got out of the pool to clean up the food from the table, leaving Ginger alone in the pool with Vee.

“I think it would be hot if we just jumped him,” Vee said with a giggle.

Ginger knew she wasn’t joking, and her insistence was making her angry.

She felt Vee’s hand slide in between her legs under the water. Her fingers glided across her bikini bottoms, and then lingered at the edge, slightly lifting it from her skin.

“Stop it,” Ginger said.

Vee’s finger slid inside her bottoms, past her pink folds, and into her pussy.

“I think he’d like to watch me lick that pretty pussy of yours,” Vee whispered.

Ginger tried pulling away, but Vee’s finger formed a hook inside of her, pulling her back to her.

Her finger slid in and out of her, pumping her under the water. The sensation felt good, and with Bill within watching distance, it was making her hot.

When he went into the house, Vee fucked her harder and faster with two fingers, almost making her cum.

Ginger grabbed her hand, holding it from pushing her fingers into her again, and then slowly pulled away.

“You have to stop,” Ginger said, swimming to the shallow end of the pool, and then climbing out.

She helped Bill finish cleaning up while Vee dried off.

“I think I’m going to bed baby, it’s been a long day,” Bill said, kissing her on the cheek.

“Ok, I’ll be up in just a little bit,” she said.

Vee sat down at the table and opened another beer.

“I’m tired,” Ginger said.

“Are you tired…or horny?” Vee said with a chuckle.

“Tired,” Ginger said.

“You know it’s not fair that I work you up, and then you go up there with him, and without me even,” Vee said.

“It’s not like that, but you are pushing your limits with me,” Ginger said.

“I think we should go up there right now and tag team him. He’s gonna love it,” Vee said.

“No, you’d love it,” Ginger said.

“Don’t be like that. It’s just sex; I don’t want your husband,” Vee said.

Ginger believed that. She got the impression that Vee wanted her.

“I don’t like you pushing so hard,” Ginger said.

“Well, you need to find out what he wants, because the way he looks at me, at us, I know he wants it to happen,” Vee said.

“I’m not doing that Vee,” Ginger said sternly.

“I bet when he finds out about us he would be pissed you didn’t ask him to join,” she said.

“He’s not going to find out…right?” Ginger said.

“He might. Hell, he may find out about Gregory, and that boy from California. Oh, yeah, and the trip you lied to him about,” she said with a smirk.

“Are you threatening me?” Ginger asked.

“I’m not trying to be a dick, but seriously, you need a push on this. I was right about everything else, wasn’t I?” she said.

Ginger wanted to jump across the table and strangle her. She knew she was right about pushing her on some things, but not everything. She wished she had never cheated on her husband, but she was grateful for it opening her up sexually. Their sex life was amazing, better than ever, and in a way, she had Vee to thank for that.

“Don’t you want to play with me anymore?” Vee said, untying her top.

“Stop. What if he comes back out here?” Ginger asked.

“So what if he does…,” Vee said, letting her top hit the concrete.

She lifted her ass and pulled her bikini bottoms off, and then let her legs fall to the side.

Her fingers spread herself open, tickled her clit, and then pushed inside of her moist center.

Ginger loved the way she looked, and watching her play with herself was getting her wet.

“I can’t,” Ginger said.

“Just taste me. I need you baby,” Vee said, opening her legs wider.

Ginger leaned in, placing her mouth on her thigh and then ran her tongue up to her pink pussy. It flicked back and forth, and then pushed past her folds as she fucked her with her tongue in her backyard.

“That’s fucking hot,” Vee said.

“You would’ve never done that before me,” she added.

Ginger knew she was right, but she also knew that Bill could walk out any minute. She shoved her fingers into Vee’s pussy hard, fucking her fast while her tongue flicked at her clit.

She sucked hard on the clit, drawing it between her lips tightly, and then massaged it with her mouth while Vee let out a moan.

Ginger’s free hand reached up to her breasts, pulling at her nipples gently, and twirling them between her fingers.

“Fuck!” Vee cried out.

Her body twitched, and Ginger felt her begin to pulsate around her finger. Her clit swelled in her mouth, throbbing between her lips, and then her sweet juices flowed into her mouth.

Vee leaned back in the chair holding herself while Ginger stared at her. She knew she was a live wire that could spark at any time. She was going to have to do something; she just wasn’t sure what yet.

Ginger’s phone beeped. She picked it up and saw that it was a text from Bill.

Bill: Everything ok down there?

Ginger: Yes, on my way up.

Bill: I heard a scream

Ginger: That was Vee, she stubbed her toe

Bill: Ok, love you

Ginger: I love you

“Who was that?” Vee asked.

“Bill. He heard you scream and wanted to know if everything was ok,” she said.

“Did you tell him you made me cum?” Vee said with a laugh.

“Get dressed, I’m going to bed,” Ginger said.

“You’re just gonna leave me hanging huh?” Vee said with a slight attitude.

“You got what you wanted,” Ginger said.

“Not yet, but I will,” Vee said with a smirk.

Ginger rolled her eyes at her, but she knew she was serious. Vee was not the type to give up so easily, and once she decided she wanted something, or someone, she got it.

Chapter Three

“Did Vee go home?” Bill asked when Ginger entered the room.

“Yes,” she said, and then went into the bathroom to change.

He was snuggled into the blanket and had the pillow folded in half to sleep on his side. Ginger knew that meant he either wanted to talk, or he was ready for sex. Neither one she wanted to do at that moment.

After she slipped on her large t-shirt, she climbed onto the bed, facing her husband.

“I have a question,” he said.

Ginger’s heart sank into her chest. Bill never had to ask her anything before. She always told him everything. But lately, she wasn’t telling him anything, so whatever he was going to ask was stressing her out.

“Ok,” she said.

“You and Vee…,” he said.

“Have you been fooling around with her?” he asked.

“No,” Ginger said, trying to maintain eye contact.

“Well, you have been quite adventurous in the bedroom lately, and I know I have been gone a lot, so is it another man?” he asked.

Ginger knew she had to fess up about something, otherwise he was going to corner her on her infidelity.

“She’s just different, so I’ve learned a lot from her,” Ginger said.

Bill’s hands slipped under the covers and between Ginger’s legs. His finger pushed past her panties, and then inside of her.

“What did she teach you?” he whispered, pumping his finger in and out of her tight skin slowly.

“We just talk about sex stuff, that’s all,” she said, her head rolling back into the pillow.

“Ginger…there was no bikini’s in the bathroom when you told me you were changing after a swim,” he said, pumping his finger harder into her.

“Oh god!” she screamed out from the sensation. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, her mouth parted, and she couldn’t speak, only moan.

“I know you have done more than talk,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” she uttered.

His finger stopped pushing into her, and he stared her in the eyes.

“So, I’m right?” he asked.

“You’ve been fucking the neighbor?” he added.

“Yes,” she said, unable to look him directly in the eye.

“Wow,” he said, pulling his finger out from between her legs and rolling onto his back.

Ginger watched as he stared at the ceiling. She knew he was trying to digest the truth, but she was thankful he didn’t know all if it.

“So, tell me how this started,” he said.

Ginger told him they talked about sex, and that Vee told her she had been with a woman once before. He listened as Ginger admitted to all the things they had done, excluding the details about any other men being involved.

“Were you that lonely?” he asked.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“So women turn you on?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I guess I don’t know. Vee does,” she said.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” he asked.

“I didn’t know,” Ginger said.

“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” he asked.

“N,” she lied.

Bill turned to her, slid his hand down her side, and then to her ass.

“That is fucking hot,” he said.

“You’re not mad?” she asked.

“Of course I’m mad, but it’s still fucking hot!” he said, squeezing her ass cheek in his hand.

He pushed her over onto her back, and mounted her. He stared into her eyes as he lowered his mouth to hers.

His tongue was wild with excitement inside her mouth, stroking her tongue vigorously as he pushed his crotch into her.

She could feel his erection against her, and her body began to respond by pushing her hips towards his cock.

He rose up, sitting on top of her, his hand sliding across her neck and down to her breasts. He lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking hard, and then biting at her nipple.

“I want to watch you,” he whispered.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“With her… I want to watch you with her,” he said.

Ginger found it ironic that Vee was going to get what she wanted after all, but she still wasn’t sure she could handle watching Bill fuck her.

“You want to be with her too?” she asked.

“I don’t, but once I watch you with her, I might,” he said, and then lowered his mouth to her belly.

He lifted up her shirt, pushing it up around her neck. She reached up and pulled it off, throwing it on the floor.

His face buried between her legs, sucking her plump pussy lips into his mouth.

His finger slid inside of her, pumping in and out as he looked at her.

“Is that ok?” he asked.

Ginger knew she was in no position to say no.

“Yes,” she said, gasping at the sensation he was creating between her legs with his fingers and his words.

His hands gripped around her thighs, and then pulled her towards him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pushed his cock inside of her.

“Yes what?” he asked.

“Yes, I want you to watch me,” she said, gasping as he pounded into her hard.

“Watch you what?” he asked.

“Watch me with her,” she said.

“Tell me what you’re going to do,” he said, thrusting harder and deeper.

Ginger found her voice finally. She was no longer afraid or embarrassed to express herself sexually with her husband.

“I’m going to lick her pussy, and fuck it with my fingers and tongue,” she said.

“Oh god,” Bill cried out as he let his load off inside of her.

She had never made him cum that quickly before. There was an empowerment that came with driving him so wild and so quickly.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered in here ear, and then kissed her on the neck before rolling over.

Ginger went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up before coming back to bed. Bill was already snoring, but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to sleep.

The only good that came out of it was she could tell Vee that she told Bill, and that she was right; he wanted a threesome. Maybe then she would quit threatening her about the other men.

Chapter Four

Ginger woke up to Bill sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“Yes. I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” he said.

“For what?” Ginger asked.

She couldn’t imagine what he could have to be sorry about; she was the one who had been cheating.

“I don’t want her, and I shouldn’t have forced the idea of a threesome on you,” he said.

His eyes were sincere and kind. He looked as if he had been up for a while contemplating his actions.

“I want to,” she said.

“I just don’t want you experiencing something without me,” he said.

“That’s all, I swear,” he added.

“I want to share everything with you,” she said.

Bill leaned over and hugged Ginger tightly. His kisses were soft on her neck, and she suddenly felt good about their threesome. All she needed to know was that it wasn’t about Vee.

After Bill left for work, Ginger called Vee and told her about their night. She left out the part about Bill requesting the threesome, and told her that she insisted on it instead.

Vee was elated, telling her she would be over before Bill got home from work.

Ginger worried all day about the threesome, sometimes getting excited about it, other times getting ill at the thought of Bill and Vee together.

Vee walked in the backdoor, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Ginger asked.

Vee laughed, and then stripped out of her clothes revealing a white silk teddy with matching panties.

“What are you wearing?” she asked.

“My black teddy I guess,” she said.

“Perfect, naughty and nice,” Vee said.

Ginger cringed at the idea that Vee was the nice one in this scenario.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Vee said.

Ginger went upstairs with Vee following. She dressed in her black teddy, stockings and matching panties.

Her phone beeped.

Bill: You ready for me?
Ginger: Yes

“He’ll be here any minute,” Ginger said.

Vee pushed her down onto the bed, kissed her passionately, and then slid her hand between her legs.

Ginger fell into the moment, her body filled with pleasure as Vee rubbed her pussy above her silk panties.

Bill walked into the room, standing at the doorway watching the two women caress one another.

When Ginger noticed him, she sat up. His smile was wide, and his erection obvious.

Vee sat up on her knees, and leaned in to kiss Ginger on the neck.

Ginger motioned with her finger for Bill to come closer to the bed.

She reached onto his belt, unfastening it and then his slacks. As they fell to the floor, she rubbed his cock above his shorts. She took him out into her hand, stroking him slowly. Vee slid her hand around Ginger, rubbing her breasts while she played with Bill in her hand.

Bill reached down, gripping himself, and then backing away from his wife.

“I want to see you two,” he said.

“You tell me where you want me when you’re ready,” he added.

Ginger decided to take charge, knowing that Vee could run the show without her help. She wanted Bill to see that she was excited, and experienced, so she pushed Vee down onto the bed.

She slid her panties off, and then opened her legs so Bill could see her most intimate parts. Her fingers spread her open, and then her mouth pushed against her, sucking her clit into her mouth.

Vee let out a moan, and then Ginger’s finger slid into her wet pussy. She fucked her slowly while Bill watched, and then pulled her panties off, tossing them on the floor.

She moved up to Vee, standing on her knees above her face. She lowered her body, letting her lick her throbbing pussy while her husband watched.

Her fingers reached between Vee’s legs, playing with her plump folds.

“Do you want him to fuck you?” she asked, grinding her hips across Vee’s mouth.

“Yes,” she gasped from between Ginger’s legs.

“Get that cock out and fuck her baby,” Ginger said, talking dirty to her husband without prompting for the first time.

Bill pulled his shorts down, and then moved towards Vee. His eyes remained on Ginger, and as he pushed his cock hard into the new pussy on his bed, Ginger watched him as he fought to hold back his orgasm.

Ginger’s fingers slid across Vee’s clit, rubbing it gently as Bill’s cock pushed hard into her.

“Make her cum,” she whispered.

Ginger moved away from Vee’s mouth, lowering her mouth onto her breasts, and then sliding her tongue down her belly.

She flicked her tongue around Bill’s cock, tasting Vee’s juices on his skin.

“Give it to me baby,” Bill called out as Vee’s body began to tremble.

Ginger sucked on her clit until she felt it swell and throb, then released it right as she orgasmed around her husband’s cock.

Bill pulled out of Vee, and then pushed Ginger back onto the bed. He shoved his cock into her hard and deep without warning, while his hand played with Vee’s throbbing wet pussy beside him.

Ginger couldn’t hold back her excitement any longer. His cock felt too good, and knowing he had just fucked Vee speechless sent her orgasm into high gear. She yelled out his name, begged god to help her, and even felt like she would black out at one point. It was the best orgasm she had ever experienced, and from the look on Bill’s face before he fell onto her, she had to bet it was his too.

Vee grabbed her clothes, smiled at Ginger, and then said she was going to take off. Ginger knew she felt awkward, as if she was the third wheel for the first time, and that was the last thing she wanted.

“Stay, let’s go for a swim, and then I’ll make us pancakes,” Ginger said.

Vee smiled, agreed, and then followed Ginger as she walked down the stairs and out to the pool. Bill came out a few minutes later, diving into the deep end head first. He let out a yell, one that sounded like a warrior cry, and then swam over to the girls.

Ginger loved having the closeness with them both, so she suddenly felt the same comfort by watching them get closer with one another.

Vee hung on his back while he suckled Ginger’s tit. And as they played in the water, Ginger realized that this was what she wanted, what she needed, and she hoped that Bill felt the same way.

The next day Vee came over looking sad. She told her that Scott had been moved yet again. Ginger couldn’t imagine losing her friend, especially not now.

“When?” she asked.

“He leaves tomorrow morning to find an apartment,” she said.

“What about your house?” she asked.

“We have to sell it,” she said.

“The movers will be here next week to pack everything up, and then I’m supposed to follow them in my car,” she said.

“I’ll miss you,” Ginger said with tears in her eyes.

“I’ll miss you too,” Vee said, wiping away a single tear.

Ginger knew she was a bit of a hard ass, so the fact that she had any tears was a good sign of her feelings for her.

“Stay with us after Scott leaves, until you have to go,” Ginger said.

“Seriously?” Vee said, her eyes lighting up.

“Yes,” She said.

Ginger knew that she only had a week left with her friend, her lover, and that she wanted to savor every single moment.

When she told Bill, he was more than happy for Vee to sleep in the middle of them every night.

They fucked, played, swam, drank, cried, and had an amazing last week together.

When Ginger saw the ‘For Sale’ sign go up in the yard of Vee’s old house after she left, she felt sadness, but also hopefulness.

The best case scenario would be if another hot woman moved next door. Vee had taught Ginger well, so she knew she could seduce her if given the opportunity.

But, next time, her and Bill agreed, that he would have some say in who they shared their bed with next time. She was elated that he agreed to a next time. She couldn’t wait.

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Book 8: Lisa’s Stepbrother Lover
by Ella Gottfried

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This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

Chapter One

Lisa stretched languorously and opened her eyes. The sight that met her eyes was quite appealing. Nick was asleep beside her.

His red-blonde, wavy hair was tousled from sleep and the twirling from her fingers. He had pulled the covers down to his waist. His tanned torso was long and lean, but firmly muscled. She knew that it hid more strength than you’d imagine, to look at him.

He was sleeping on his stomach, as he always did. If he got the chance, he would sprawl out over the entire bed, king-sized though it was. It had taken almost a year for Nick to get used to sharing a bed.

He told her, quite often, that if she ever needed proof of his love for her, she had only to think of how he shared his bed. He had never done it before.

She found that a bit hard to believe, but he’d seemed sincere when he said it. He had rarely brought a girl home before her, and he had always left before dawn if a girl took him home with her.

Of course, that was all in the past. At twenty-five, she had settled down, she told herself. Everything was going great for her. She had a very sweet and understanding boyfriend who knew that with her profession as a photographer, she couldn’t keep nine-to-five hours. He was even okay with that.

She loved living in Manhattan, especially when the condo had everything she needed. There was security, the building superintendent was a little sweet on her, there was a gym she used occasionally, and best of all, half the people in the building didn’t seem to like swimming. She almost always had the pool almost completely to herself.

Without waking up Nick, who had been up late working on a project – he had been muttering something about beams and permits, which he often did, being an architect – she crept out of bed and padded over the thickly carpeted floor to the wardrobe.

Some days, she had to coax herself into getting a few laps in. She liked swimming, and she liked the pool, but when she thought of it as a workout, it became a chore. She usually thought of it as fun.

Today was a fun day. She could feel it – it was going to be an absolutely lovely day. She had so much going for her, and so much to look forward to!

She had a small event to do that day, and that would be fun. It was a birthday party. She didn’t usually take birthday parties – kids could be real monsters, sometimes – but this was her friend’s kid. It was a favor.

Sometimes, Lisa could still hardly believe that Julie was married and had a kid who was about to turn three. It had been Lisa’s first experience with a baby.

Lisa was conflicted. Babies were cute. Toddlers were cute. But she wasn’t sure if Julie had had eight hours of uninterrupted sleep in three years.

Maybe she wasn’t that big on maternal instinct, she mused as she pulled her simple swimsuit on.

Most of her protective instincts went towards her photos. And, of course, puppies.

She loved travelling for her job. But you can’t have a puppy if you aren’t home most of the time.

She had a feeling that Nick would be more than thrilled if she suggested that they get a puppy. But it seemed unfair. Just because he could work from home, it wouldn’t be fair to expect him to take care of everything.

Besides, Lisa could be quite jealous. It was a part of her, and in her usual, happy-go-lucky way, she embraced and accepted that part of her, too. She might end up jealous of how much attention Nick gave the puppy. Or she might end up jealous of how the puppy liked Nick better, as he would if Nick were the one taking care of him.

No, she would just have to put the puppy idea aside, as she had since she turned twelve and got her hands on a real SLR camera for the first time.

As she took the elevator down to the pool – she was going to do laps, what was the point of going down the stairs? She thought of that summer when she had badgered her dad into teaching her how to develop negatives. She still had those skills. She could still shoot on film if she had to, and she often did, for her own pleasure and satisfaction.

Her dad had passed away the summer after that, so her photography was like a bond they shared that could never be broken. It might have made some people unhappy. But that connection only made Lisa feel as if her dad was always with her, helping her, guiding her, showing her all of those wonders that she captured through those lenses.

Well, her dad would’ve got a kick out of little Dylan, Julie’s personal angel and demon. He looked like an impish version of Julie, and seemed to have a charming but perfectly evil side to him. Lisa could appreciate that. She liked charming devils.

Nick was not a charming devil. Charming, definitely, but he was the quintessential sweetheart – the lovely, understanding, sweet, perfect boyfriend.

Her face scrunched up a bit as she thought of that. Sometimes she did miss the wild times with the charming men with the devil-may-care grins. Her stepbrother, Drew, had had his hands full when she was in her late teens, keeping those boys away from her.

But of course, he would’ve known, and known very well, since he was one of those charming, devil-may-care men himself. He was sincere and compassionate, but he had a reckless streak, too.

She had egged him on and gotten them both in trouble more than once. Idly, she wondered if he still remembered all those times. They’d been the highlights of her teenage years.

She should call him. They hadn’t talked in weeks.

Having made up her mind to do just that, she set it aside and gave the task at hand her full attention.

“Right. Ten laps, at least,” she told herself, and dove right in.

Chapter Two

By the time Lisa got back to their condo, Nick was up and about.

“I still don’t understand how I ended up in love with such an early bird,” he said, hugging her and dropping a kiss on her cheek.

“Early bird, but I’d rather have pancakes for breakfast than any measly old worm,” declared Lisa, hoping Nick would take the hint.

“Fine, I’ll make the pancakes, but you do the dishes.”

“Deal,” agreed Lisa.

Her phone beeped. She checked, expecting it to be Julie, confirming the birthday party. Julie could get extremely anal about scheduling.

But it wasn’t. It was an email from Jessica, their friend.

Nick’s phone beeped, too.

“Woohoo! We got the tickets! We’re going to Bimini, baby!” said Lisa, doing a little hip-waggling dance.

Nick watched her indulgently as he whipped eggs.

“I guess then that was my phone, too.”

“I guess so. Come on, Nick, aren’t you a teeny bit excited? We’ve never been to an island before. An island wedding just sounds so incredible!”

Lisa was definitely excited about it.

“I suppose, when the bride’s father’s net worth is higher than an island country’s GDP, it’s the least you can expect.”

“Come on, Jessie isn’t like that.”

Nick chuckled.

“I’m not saying Jessie is spoiled, Lisa. But her dad definitely is rich.”

Lisa wasn’t done defending Jessie.

“I mean, Jessie was more than happy with a regular wedding. Her dad was the one who gave this to her as a gift. It would’ve been rude not to take it. Jessie isn’t a trust fund brat. She’s even got a proper job.”

Nick pinched her cheek as he walked past her to get the cinnamon.

“I know. But Jessie’s dad is still rich.”

“Well, that he is. He could probably buy Bimini if he really wanted to.”

“What an idea,” said Nick, pouring the pancake batter onto the sizzling griddle.

“I did fifteen laps today,” said Lisa proudly.

“Fine, I’ll make extra.”

“And syrup,” added Lisa.

Nick chuckled. Lisa was a delight. Sometimes he felt as if he had to run to keep up with her, and he would’ve liked to just lay back and chill once in a while.

But Lisa was rarely relaxed. She was always on the go. That seemed to energize her far more than relaxation did. The last time they’d gone on a beach vacation, Lisa had spent most of her time trying to learn how to surf – she didn’t quite manage it, but she did make a very valiant effort. She had tried every kind of water sport she could find.

Nick had chilled and had made fun drinks from coconut shells.

But they had both had a good time, just mostly not together.

Lisa was almost literally bouncing on her stool along the bar counter they used as their breakfast table. Nick had refinished it himself and done an excellent job of it. He loved working with his hands. He might have spent most of his time designing, and not building, but he took every chance he could to be part of a crew and put together his favorite parts of a building.

He loved creating things. He loved how much people enjoyed the things he created.

He pushed a mug of coffee towards Lisa. It slid straight into her hand.

Not that Lisa ever needed caffeine, he thought with a grin. Lisa was always on the go. She looked like a live wire, too.

She wasn’t tall, which was her one great regret, but he always made her laugh when he reminded her that good things come in small packages. She was fairly tiny. Her cameras, especially when she had long-range lenses attached, looked like they should weigh her down.

Her blonde hair was a mop of short curls. Her nose was tip-tilted, and her eyes were a large and startling dark green. They always sparkled with mischief and good humor.

He had fallen for her the first time he’d set his eyes on her. He was happy to be with her. He was lucky.

She was a considerate girlfriend who gave him his space. She was sweet, kind, loving and compassionate. She was a good person. He knew that.

But sometimes, he felt like being with Lisa was like being on the go the entire time. It could be a bit difficult to deal with that without a break now and then. Of course, Lisa was perfect there, too. She never minded if he wanted to go on a trip with the boys.

But the trouble there was that a trip with the boys meant always being on the go, too. He was beginning to feel like he’d be exhausted, keeping up with Lisa, sooner rather than later.

He figured he should take the Bimini vacation to relax. Lisa would be busy for a good part of it. She had had the choice of being in the wedding as a bridesmaid, or being the photographer.

No prize for guessing which she had chosen.

Lisa was more than happy throughout the hen party, but she never wanted to be a bridesmaid. It required standing still for too long.

No, that wasn’t exactly right. She could stand still for ages, if she was waiting for the right shot. She could have the patience of all the saints put together when it came to putting a time lapse video together.

A vacation on the beach where he could relax, and Lisa could work, and they could spend the nights together – that seemed like the perfect solution to Nick. Of course, Drew would be there, he thought with a slight frown. Jessie was Drew’s friend, too.

When he sat down next to her to have breakfast and listened to her tell him all about Julie’s kid’s birthday party, Nick forgot all about that lingering sense of dissatisfaction.

Lisa was a ray of sunshine. He knew that. She should be enough for any man.

She should be.

Chapter Three

Lisa couldn’t believe she was having so much fun. It helped that so many of her friends were there. Not Drew, of course. Drew was far too busy, as a criminal defense lawyer, and he’d told her that he would have to work some pretty far-fetched hours to take the week off for Bimini.

She couldn’t wait to see him. She hadn’t caught up with him in weeks. That was a long time, for them.

How odd, she thought, as she snapped candid’s of little kids who were far too young to pose happily – except for young Angelica, who had an eye for the camera, she could be a model if she could find the height – that Drew and she had found such a lasting relationship.

Her mother and Drew’s dad had had a whirlwind romance and had gotten married when Lisa was sixteen. She had taken to Drew as soon as she saw him. She had always been a precocious child, and she had been a bright teenager. But losing her father had been like somebody hitting the dimmer switch.

When Drew had come into her life, he had decided to draw her out and they had become friends. He had been nineteen to her sixteen, and she knew that that had almost been a lifetime. She wondered why he had decided to spend so much time and energy on her.

But he had. He had been her confidante, her friend, at times even her partner in crime. She was lucky to still have him. He never treated her like an annoyance, though she knew there must’ve been times when she had been just that.

He had nipped any self-destructive tendencies she might have developed when her entire life got shaken up in the bud, too.

Lisa still cringed when she remembered her ‘bad boy’ phase. She had sought bad boys who could get her in all kinds of trouble. Drew saw it and made it clear that anybody unsavory who wished to get to Lisa would have to go through him first.

He had made that clear by punching the lights out of a high school senior whose life seemed to be heading towards a career in drug dealing.

Nobody like him had ever asked her out, ever again. Drew hadn’t really talked to her about it. He had just given her a disappointed look that made her feel ashamed of herself. She had sworn that she would never give him a reason to look at her that way again.

She’d kept her word so far, and she planned to go on doing just that. He was proud of her, and that meant the world to her.

“Lisa, come on, take a break and talk to us. You know, if you’re going to be like this in Bimini, too, it won’t be much fun for the rest of us,” complained Melissa, who still worked as a writer at the magazine where Lisa had got her start as a photographer.

Melissa kept saying she would quit and write a book. But she was always planning to do it tomorrow, which, of course, never happened.

“Yeah, take a break, Lisa. I’m sure you’ve got thousands of photos now,” chimed in Julie.

Lisa laughed and sat down next to them, though she kept a hand on her camera, nonetheless. You never knew when the perfect moment would pop up, and she didn’t want to miss it.

“I’m pretty sure the kids are enjoying themselves, Julie,” said Lisa.

Julie sighed.

“They’d better be. Look at the amount of cleaning up I’ve got to do.”

“I gave you the number of that cleaning service, remember?” said Melissa, who claimed to never shop, and so be able to afford a cleaning service.

Julie gave Melissa a long look.

“When you have a kid, Mel, you need a cleaning service every day. And you cannot afford it, not if you want to keep the kid.”

Lisa sat back and enjoyed her friends’ back and forth. Melissa was a confirmed career woman. She might get married, if she found the suitable man, but she had long since declared that a cat was the extent of her desire to be responsible for another life.

She was horrified that Jessie was getting married, too. She felt like their quartet was getting torn apart. Her only solace was Lisa.

“So, Lisa, how’s Nick?”

That was her way of asking if Nick and she were planning to get married.

“We’re still not engaged, Mel, calm down,” said Lisa with a grin.

Mel shook her head.

“I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to settle down with him, though. He is a cutie. And he’s so low maintenance.”

That was important for Melissa. But Lisa wished, just sometimes, that he weren’t quite so easygoing. She shook the thought off quickly.

“Well, we’re going to have our very own honeymoon, without a wedding or even paying for it, thanks to Jessie. I’ve always wanted to go to Bimini. I can’t wait to see Drew, too. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen him. I wonder what’s going on with him, he hasn’t called in ages. I bet he’s got an admirer problem again. He’s always got admirer problems.”

Melissa laughed.

“Odd kind of honeymoon, when you’re looking forward to seeing your brother more than your boyfriend!”

Lisa blushed, just a little bit.

“I hope he’s still single,” said Melissa, preening just a bit.

Lisa just grabbed her camera and went back to work. She was used to having girls swooning over her stepbrother. With his dark hair and hazel eyes, he would’ve been cute even without that tall, rangy build that, she knew, made him a dream to photograph.

Well, Melissa could try again, if it made her happy. Lisa knew it wouldn’t be of much use. She knew Drew. Melissa wasn’t his type.

She refused to consider just who was.

Chapter Four

Lisa was fidgety. The flight had been as short as it could be, with only one stop, though six hours was a long time for her to stay still.

Finally, they were landing in South Bimini, though the wedding would be in North Bimini. She craned her neck, trying to get a good look, and tried to get a couple of not-too-shabby clicks in, too. It looked absolutely incredible.

The water was iridescent. It sparkled, as if mermaids’ tails were swishing out of the water playfully, and so clear that she could almost see the rocks.

The beaches looked absolutely divine, too. She couldn’t wait to get to work.

Too bad Drew couldn’t come till the next day, thought Lisa, he had work to do. She supposed it might literally have been life and death.

Jessie, Julie and Mel were pretty tipsy. She had just had a glass of champagne, but they had decided to start the vacation off just right. The wedding was in four days, anyway.

Nick was on his laptop, trying to finish up some of his work. Unlike Drew, he’d managed to get his bosses to agree to let him work remotely. A project wasn’t going as smoothly as it might have. That was all Lisa knew about it, really.

She hoped he wouldn’t end up working through the entire trip. That would be a real bummer.

Well, that was unfair, she reminded herself. She would be working throughout the trip. But she loved her work so much that it rarely seemed like working, especially when the clients were her friends. She wanted to give them the perfect wedding album. She knew that they trusted her to do a good job.

Sometimes, weddings could be nightmares for the photographers. When the clients tried to tell her how to do her job, even when she knew that they were wrong, she found it incredibly frustrating.

Compromises were always difficult when you know you’re right, she mused as they finally touched down.

Getting through security was surprisingly easy. It must be an island thing, she thought as everybody smiled and waved them on. People just seemed to be generally happier on islands.

She wondered if they would get to see the places where Hemingway wrote and made Bimini famous. She hoped she could convince Jessie and Andy to go to a few of his regular bars for photos.

Too bad The Complete Angler had burned down, she thought. She would’ve loved to visit it, and see all of those photos. Mel would’ve loved it even more. She loved Hemingway.

“Come on, keep your camera put away for a while,” whined Mel as they found their way. Apparently, a ferry was involved. Cabs might also be involved.

Lisa was content to let herself be towed along. She didn’t really want to take care of any of the fine details. She just wanted to take it all in.

She wished, again, that Drew were there. Tomorrow, she reminded herself – she could share all of this with Drew tomorrow. It would be a supremely glorious day.

The weather was spectacular, as were the sights.

“Jessie, it looks like you are going to have a spectacular wedding,” said Lisa.

Jessie laughed and reached for Andy’s hand. Lisa clicked before anybody could tell her to put her camera down again. They were so obviously in love, she thought. They were just so adorable together.

It must be nice, she thought wistfully, to feel so certain of your happy ending. There were no doubts between them. It was obvious.

“Wait till you see the hotel, Lisa. You’ll be happy, there are lots of places that are apparently a joy to photograph.”

Lisa looked around again.

“Jessie, I think it would be more difficult to find something that wouldn’t make the perfect photograph here. You picked an excellent destination. I was wondering why you didn’t go the Hawaii way or something, but I see why you wanted Bimini.”

“Perfect for all kinds of debauchery, too,” said Melissa, enthusiastically, making them all laugh.

Once they were checked in at the resort and shown to their rooms, Lisa was even more wired.

“Nick, you’ve got to come and get this view. Look at this balcony! It’s perfect. The entire place is perfect.”

Nick looked up from his tablet, distracted, and obligingly walked to the balcony.

He whistled as he looked out at the view – palm trees, white sand beach, and gentle sea. It all looked so close that you always felt like you could dive off the balcony into the sea. Almost, but not quite.

“Can we sleep out on the balcony? Look, there’s a futon in here, we can pull that out there and sleep there, right?”

Lisa gave him a grin that made it very clear that sleeping wasn’t what she had in mind.

“We’ll see,” said Nick, cautious, as they unpacked, and made plans to meet everybody else and go down to dinner.

What the hell, thought Nick, as they sat at the big table. It was a vacation. Maybe he could go wild.

It was just the kind of place that could wake up even a wild side you didn’t know you had. He might not go as far as rum running, but having sex on a balcony, and listening to the waves sounded pretty kinky and wild to him.

Chapter Five

Lisa was tipsy. She was more than a little bit tipsy.

Nick was amused.

“That was fun, Nick! Wasn’t that fun? When she stuffed it in her nose? She was a walrus!”

Grinning, Nick slipped an arm around her and steered her towards their room.

“Sure it was. Hilarious, every time,” he told her as he opened their door and pulled her in.

“You know something, Nick? You’re hot. You’re, like, really hot. You wanna fool around? Let’s fool around.”

Drunk Lisa was always fun. So was sober Lisa, but drunk Lisa got to the ‘let’s fool around’ point with far less beating around the bush.

She was already untying the straps of her halter dress as he closed the door. He watched as she slithered out of the dress and stood in front of him wearing only a very small pair of silk panties.

She usually dressed without much thought for emphasizing on her assets. Because she was small, it was easy to assume that everything about her was small.

But naked, she was curvy. Her breasts were on the larger side, firm and high, with pink nipples that were already standing at attention.

Her waist was small, but her hips were womanly. Her ass was firm and round.

Nick felt lust churning in him as he looked at her. He unbuttoned his shirt as he reached for her.

“No, not here. We had a deal. Balcony,” she said, dancing out of his reach.

She was utterly unselfconscious as she drew the doors to the balcony open and walked out. She had already dragged the futon out there earlier for a drink.

She stood there, bathed in moonlight and he watched as she slid her panties down her legs.

Her hands moved up her body to caress her breasts, pale and creamy now. He watched as she rubbed her nipples, making them even larger.

He loved her breasts. They filled his hands, and her nipples were so sensitive. She was moaning as she raised her breasts up and licked her nipples.

Nick’s cock was hard and throbbing.

He felt reckless. He pulled his shirt off and undid the snap of his jeans as she slipped a hand between her legs, spreading her legs just a bit.

She sat on that little wicker table and spread her legs for him. He watched as her fingers slipped inside her pussy. He could see her fingers moving around her clit.

“Come out here and fuck me, Nick. I want you to fuck me here.”

He watched as she pulled the futon around and lay down, her legs spread, her fingers busy around her nipples, in her pussy.

“Don’t you want to do this for me?”

Nick definitely wanted to do that for her.

He pulled off his briefs and walked towards her, his cock hard and ready for her. It was long, though not too thick, and Lisa loved it when he fucked her hard, from behind.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

Lisa felt herself get wetter. She loved it when he told her what to do. He so rarely took charge.

But she wasn’t ready quite yet.

“Suck my nipples first,” she told him.

She felt his mouth on her breasts and felt his fingers slip inside her pussy. He found her clit, rubbing it with his thumb as he slipped two fingers inside her.

The cool breeze on her wet nipples heightened everything for Lisa. She felt his fingers rubbing her, fingering her wet cunt, pushing her towards an orgasm. She was close, so close.

He felt her muscles tense, and he pulled his hand away.

Lisa cried out. She wanted to come.

“On your hands and knees. You want me to fuck you out here, I’m going to fuck you from behind,” he said.

Lisa was about to, when Nick got even more reckless.

“No, not here. There,” he said, pointing towards the balustrade.

Thrilled, she walked to the balustrade, knowing they would be in full view of anybody looking from above, or walking on the beach at night. She had never done anything that kinky before.

She bent over, bracing her hands, spread her legs, her pussy lips glistening as she opened for him.

She felt his cock at her entrance, pushing inside with a hard, fast thrust, just as she liked to be fucked.

“Oh yes, Nick, fuck me hard,” she cried.

She felt Nick’s cock pushing all the way in, pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside her, then thrusting back in again, making her body jerk, making her cry out.

“Oh yes, baby, don’t stop,” she gasped.

She felt his hand move down her side and under her to find her clit.

He started fucking her, hard and fast, thrusting over and over again, as his fingers moved around her clit. She felt her orgasm growing bigger and bigger, a tight coil of pleasure so desperate for release.

“You’re so wet, Lisa. You’re so hot. You’re so wet and tight,” moaned Nick as he pushed his cock inside her, harder and harder.

He was close. He couldn’t hold on much longer.

He rubbed her, pressing her clit, rubbing her over and over again, and at last he felt her body tense, then quiver, her legs almost buckling with the force of her orgasm.

Holding her up with his arm, he thrust into her again and let himself come.

He held her there for a moment before they tottered off to the futon and lay down.

“It’s gonna be one hell of a vacation,” declared Lisa, before she fell fast asleep, completely naked.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

Chapter One

“Hmmm, oh, you’re so fucking good.”   I moan, pushing my hips high, trying to catch my breath.  “What’s your name?” I finally manage to ask.

“Ummm, do you really want to know my name?” he gasps.

“Oh, fuck… What do you think?  I want to be fucked by a no-name dude?”

“Okay, hmmm,” He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t you dare give me a fake name,” I stare at him.

“I, mmm, FUCK YOU, fuck, FUCK!” he screams.  Suddenly, he gets super excited.

Moments later, I push him away and sit up. “Get the fuck out of here and disappear from this world.” My voice is spitting fire.

What an asshole.  He didn’t even give me one orgasm.  I no longer fucking care about his stupid name.

The dude stands up in silence.  After a short moment, he bends down to give me a light kiss and then smiles at me. “Thank you…”

“Liz,” I stare at him, generously giving him my name.

“Thank you, Liz, for giving me a good time.” He scratches his head a few times and then adds, “I’m Maxy.”

“May I help you, Liz?” Maxy asks.  After waiting for a few moments without my response, he grabs my hand and pulls.  “What the fuck are you doing?” I yell, struggling hard to free my hand.  I want my orgasm.

“Liz, let me do it for you,” Maxy says.  He sticks out his tongue.

Ten minutes later, or maybe fifteen, I lie flat on the grass, spreading my limbs wide.

Maxy lies beside me. “Liz, did I fuck you enough?”

I nod slightly, giving him a soft kiss.  Then I wrap my leg around his body. “You cheater, Maxy.  You better use your rod next time.”

“Sure, I will, Liz.”

“Hey,” Suddenly, I remember something. “Are you guys coming tomorrow?”

“Sure we are.  See, we have been working here for months.”

“You better be here,” I hold him tight.

“Deal.” He grins.

Maxy is a construction worker.  He came to this tiny town in North Carolina to build some new houses.  I think the builder is the dumbest in this world: With less than a thousand people in population, mostly elderly, who the fuck is buying these big houses?

But that’s not important for me. What’s important is that with those big muscled construction workers in town, we girls have great opportunities to find boyfriends.  I’m not kidding.  In this tiny town, every boy who can legally fuck a girl is a valuable asset—more valuable than a Lamborghini, trust me.

I was busy working to earn some money for college.  When I finally had a chance to pick up a construction worker, they were all taken.  Some girls, they are just whores.  FOR FREE!

So, this is our first time to fuck each other hard in the valley.  At the beginning, his thick cock gave me unbelievable pleasure.  But then, as you know already, he unloaded in the middle of my first orgasm in weeks. This is absolutely, totally unacceptable.

Well, acceptable or not, Maxy has to drive home now.  He has a young wife waiting for him.  Maybe she wants him to fuck her hard tonight.  He will have to figure out a way to deal with it on his way home, which is not my concern anyway.   Maybe he can just tell his wife, “Honey, I’m so fucking tired.”  I don’t know and I don’t fucking care a tiny bit.

…

…

It’s lunch time.  I rush eagerly to the construction site, hoping to see Maxy right away.  To my surprise, there is no one working there.  What the fuck is going on?  I walk around and call, “Maxy, where are you?  Maxy…, where the FUCK are you?”

But no one appears.

Three days later, I learn the bad news: The builder has decided to put the project on hold ‘for some unforeseeable reasons’.

Right.  Please tell me you see some ‘great potential’ in this tiny, remote town. You fucking asshole.  I want you to give me back my Maxy.

My life drags on.  I’m still working but never had a chance to land a fucking partner since.

Maybe I should wait ‘till I’m back at college?  But my pussy won’t let me. I feel the wetting and tingling all the time.  I have to finger-fuck myself at least twice a day.   Isn’t this crazy?

Yesterday, I stuck the vibrator in so hard that it broke.  Luckily, my pussy was not severely hurt.

I have a HUGE internal fire to be put out immediately.

Maxy, you asshole.  Why didn’t you pay me a visit?

Chapter Two

I decide that I need some fresh air to cool down. I jump into my Chevy Sonic and start the engine.

I like to drive along the valley.  The scenery is pretty.  The trees, the grasses, the creek, and the blue sky.  Oh, everything is so wonderful.

I look at a huge oak tree and smile.  I screamed like crazy under that tree, not fucked by Maxy but by… Sorry, I’m not telling.

Yeah, right, there is another spot not far away that gives me a ton more romantic memories.  Wow, don’t I want to see it now?  I step on the gas pedal.

Suddenly, I see a police car following me with blue and red lights flashing.

What? They have some emergency in this valley, like someone was killed?

This is so freaking impossible but I pull to the side of the road and stop anyway.

Oddly, the cop car doesn’t speed up and pass.  Instead, it stops behind me.

What the fuck is going on?  Do I look like a drug dealer or something?  This cop must be out of his mind.

A cop gets out of the car and walks toward me.  I open the door and look at him.

“Stay in the car,” he yells.

Oops!

I don’t know what’s going on but I do know that disobeying a cop can have bad consequences so I close the door and wait.

The cop stops at the window.

I roll down the window half way and smile, “Hi…”

Wow… my heart almost jumps out of my mouth.  This cop is so fucking tall and handsome that my pussy begins tingling right away.  I don’t remember seeing him in town.  He must be from somewhere else.  But why is he here in this silly valley?

“Your driver’s license, please.” The cop looks right into my eyes.  Boy, those sea-blues… My pussy is seriously wetting now.

I pass him my driver’s license.  He compares my photo with my face carefully a few times.  Finally, he says, “Thank you.”

“May I have my driver’s license back?” I ask.

“Not yet, young lady.  Do you know why I stopped you?”

I shake my head.  Honestly, I can’t figure out a reason at all.  Here I am, driving slowly in the valley.  There is absolute no traffic.  In fact, I don’t see a soul.  I will be lucky if I see anyone come in during the day.

“You were speeding.” His voice is flat and cold.

“What?” I can’t believe my ears.  Speeding?  Are you kidding me?  How could that be possible?

“See the speed limit is 30 miles per hour but you were doing 38.”

“Oh, but thirty eight is so fucking slow, right?”  I cover my mouth right away, “Oops, sorry.”

“You were above the speed limit.  That was not okay.”   He looks at me for a few moments and then says, “I’ll have to give you a ticket.”

I feel so bad.  This son of bitch.  He is nice looking outside but absolutely mean and vicious inside.  I hate him.

But I know that getting angry is of no use.  I have to do something quick to avoid the ticket.

I think for a short moment and then look at him. “Officer, I was driving a bit too fast for a special reason.”

“Oh, yeah?” He sounds super suspicious.  I guess he has heard too many excuses.

“I was fucked under that tree,” I point at the big oak tree.

“You mean… raped?”

“Well, you’re the police officer.  You tell me, okay?” I’m laughing loud in my mind.  “Can I show you what happened, please?”

He thinks for a few moments and then says, “Sure.”

I get out of the car and take his hand. “Come with me.”

The cop tries to free his hand but gives up shortly.  I’m quite sure that he didn’t try hard enough.  Otherwise, there was no way a slim girl like me could stop him from doing anything.

I stand under the oak tree and let go of his hand.  I peek down and see a huge bulge on his pants.  Boy, this police office is thinking dirty now.

But I don’t blame him.  A guy is a guy.  They want to fuck a girl the moment they see her.

Look at me: my deep-v blouse reveals my C cups in their entirety.  My pushup bra is covering the very bottom of my boobs but nothing else.  My body is super curvy and my pretty cheeks have won all the head-turning games for me.

With only him and I in this whole valley, what else can he think of?

“So, this is where you were… sexually assaulted?” The police officer’s tone is absolutely serious and professional.  He crosses his hands together, covering his private.  Unfortunately, the dome is getting higher every second.  There is no way he can hide it.

I smile lightly and then say in the same serious tone, “Yup, they dragged me.”

“You mean there were a few guys involved?” A tiny smile appears at the corners of his mouth but disappears lightning fast.  His eyes brighten at the same time but restore to their coldness in just a millisecond.

Gosh, this cop is so fucking dirty inside now.

Chapter Three

“Uh-huh,” I give him an innocent look.  “Five of them.”

“Five?” That mysterious smile appears for another millisecond.

“Yup.  I was so scared.”

“You must be.”

“They drug me out of the car from there,” I turn and point to where my car is.

“From your car?”

“Oh, no, a… minivan.”

“Give me a sec,” The cop rushes back to his car and returns with a notepad and a pen, breathing hard.

Man, isn’t his bulge HUGE?  I worry his cock may break through his pants in the next second.

“So…, they dragged you out of a minivan,” He is trying to smooth out his breath.

“Right.  They dragged me very hard.”

“Did you yell?” He looks at me and then adds, “Or resist?”

I hesitate for a short moment and then say, “Oh, no.” I have to tell the truth to a police officer.  The truth is… I invited them. So, no, I didn’t yell or struggle.

The cop writes something down real quick and then looks at me again. “Then what happened?”

“Two of the big guys were holding my arms like this,” I hold the cop’s arm and drag.  He looks at me and smiles, then pulls his face straight. “To here?” He points at the ground.

“Yeah, RIGHT HERE.” I think for a short moment and then continue, “The other guys were rubbing my boobs and ass very hard.” I hold my C cups and rub them vigorously.  Oops.  That almost turned me on.  I stop right away, breathing hard.

His jaw drops, eyes popping out huge.

What kind of cop is this?  Shouldn’t he feel angry for me being attacked?

I’ve heard so many bad stories about cops, such as they fuck a whore in a motel and then arrest her for prostitution.

Honestly, I always believe that most cops are great people.  They protect us, making sure the neighborhood is safe.

Then, of course, they need sex, too.  For example, this cop is twentyish.  How often does he need to fuck a girl?  Three or four times a week?  Based on my experiences with guys, that seems to be the minimum.

Oh, wow, his eyes keep dropping to my breasts now.  I can tell he is stealing quick peeks at my lower body whenever he believes I’m not watching him.  What a silly dumb ass.

His thick cock is pushing hard, producing a huge dome in his pants.  Not only that, the dome is moving up and down once every two or three seconds.

HIS THICK COCK MUST BE THROBBING SUPER HARD!

Some cops.  I don’t know.

But to be fair, I don’t blame him because every time I play with my C cups, every guy falls for it.  NO exception.  So what else can I expect from this young, energetic cop?

To my surprise, my body is seriously heating up, too.  I haven’t been fucked for, gosh, two weeks?  Maybe longer.  It has been too fucking long for my horny body.  Realizing the fact that he wants me so badly makes me desperately want him even more.

I rub my boobs in circles.  My strapless pushup bra falls, revealing my swelling boobs in entirety.  They are hardening rapidly with each my rub.  Heats build up quickly in my boobs, spreading faster and faster throughout my whole body.

I moan slightly.

My body is getting so fucking hot now.  It’s super sensual and horny.  I remove my deep-v sheer blouse lightning fast.  The cool valley breeze wraps my body right away, trying to cool it down absolutely in vain.

“Young lady…” The cop is swallowing hard.  The notepad drops to the ground.

He picks up the notepad and murmurs, “Oh, fuck.” His voice is hardly audible.

A huge fireball explodes in my body.  My pussy is tingling like crazy.  I kick off my heels and rip off my thigh-highs.  Yeah, I should have rolled them off carefully, right?  But I don’t have time for that.  If they are damaged, so be it.  I will have to get a new pair later on.  But for now, I have something more urgent to take care of.

I drop my miniskirt and then pull my g-string.  It’s all soaking wet.  Boy, isn’t my pussy hungry now?

I drop to the ground, lying on my back and spreading my legs.  I hold my inner thigh with my left hand and rub my pussy lips with my right one.  Soon, they become so hot that I worry a few more rubs may set fire to my slit.

I spread my legs more.  My pussy hole opens wide.  I can feel the cool breeze coming in.  A huge amount of juices gush out from the hole, wetting my ass and running to the ground.

I stick my middle finger in, fucking myself hard.  Soon, two more fingers join the excitement.

“Fuck you, oh, FUCK, FUCK!” I twist my body.  I am screaming at the top of my lungs because I know no one is going to hear.

No one but the cop, who I totally forgot.  He rushes over and looks down right at my crotch.  Once in a while, he rubs his thick cock a few times and then manages to pull his hands away.

He swallows hard.  His adam’s apple is moving deep down and bouncing up high.  After God knows how long, his cold voice comes into my ears. “Young lady, I will have to warn you…”

“Oh, fuck you, either fuck me or go away,” I yell at him.  My body is now seized by a huge, huge orgasm.  I don’t want any fucking warning for sure.

“Once again…” He is trying so hard to fulfill his duties.

Luckily, my orgasm attack is losing its hold on my body so I can think and talk more logically.  I give the officer a sweet smile, wiping away sweat from my temples with both hands.

“Look, you want to fuck me, right?  Let’s not pretend, okay?”

His lips move but no words come out.  Realizing that I’m looking at his throbbing cock, he covers that huge dome with both hands.

I sit on my knees and push his hands away.  Magically, he gives up resistance without a fight.

I grab his zipper and pull.  Within two or three seconds, his throbbing cock jumps out at full attention, dripping.

I hold his shaft and suck hard, rubbing his balls with my left hand.  Soon, he gasps loud, holding my head and pulling.

The thick cock fucks deep in.

I gag.  Releasing his cock instantly, I yell, “Hey, what the fuck did you do to me?”

He blushes all over. “Sorry… Liz.”

“FUCK ME!” I order, dropping to the ground.

The officer is pretty smart. He knows what’s in the best interest for the citizen he is serving. Within seconds, he is pumping extremely hard, sending me to a new climax I haven’t enjoyed for a long time.

Suddenly, he unloads.  A huge surge of seed rushes into my body.  This is so fucking exciting.  I hold his hips tight and pull hard.  My nails cut in deep.

The officer fucks me a few more times and then pulls his saggy cock out.  He gives me a big kiss (which is, unfortunately, the only one I have received) and puts his uniform back on quickly.

I feel so weak that I lie on the ground, motionless.  My limbs are spread wide.  My pussy hole is still dripping.

Gosh, being fucked by a young officer is so freaking awesome.

I hear a car rumbling.  Oops, he is leaving now.  I sit up right away and see his car is making a 180 degree turn.

What the fuck?  He is leaving me without saying bye.  This really hurts.

“Hey, Officer, what’s your name?” I ask, jumping up.

The car is speeding up.

“Hey, you fucking asshole, what’s your phone number?” I run after the car. Soon, it disappears completely.

I drop down to the ground and close my eyes.  Next time, I’ll get his phone number first.  I make up my mind.

I walk back to my car and open the door.  There it is: my driver’s license is on my seat.

This cop is not that dumb after all.

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