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#121 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 11:02

Hotel Room 4



"A total stranger...Damn that girl could be a serial killer." joked Tatianna

"She seemed to be okay...All I know, she was hot" said Charmane

"Kind of hard to believe that two sober women like us, would do such a thing" said Tatianna

"I know...but we are drunk...drunk with lust" said Charmane as she looked longingly at her sexy companion. "Mmmmmm...I'm horny as a mutha' fucka'.....Take off that dress, you sexy bitch."

Tatianna wasted no time...She put her thumbs under the spaghetti straps, that were on her shoulders of her little black dress...She slipped them off her shoulders and down her arm. She release the spaghetti straps and let the dress slide slowly down her body, until the dress hit the floor. She stepped out of her dress and stood in front of Charmane, wearing nothing but a pair of 4" spiked-heeled black pumps

"Oh my God!!" exclaimed Charmane "You are so fuckin' hot!!"

"Thank you" said Tatianna "Now it's your turn"

As Charmane started to undress, Tatianna sat on the bed and took off her shoes. She then laid down on her back, spread her legs and started playing with her pussy...Charmane stopped undressing, after she took off her dress and began to watch Tatianna masturbate.

"Keep undressing" insisted Tatianna "Don't let me distract you....Mmmmmm...I love what I see"

Charmane granted her request. All along keeping her eye on Tatianna's hot body & luscious twat. When she was completely nude, she walked over to a little travel bag that was on the floor. She unzipped it, took out 4 rubber dildos that were all shaped liked cocks and put them on the night stand. She walked toward the bed and admired Tatianna...Tatianna was gently stroking her pussy lips and Charmane could clearly see that Tatianna's pussy was glistening with pussy juice. Standing next to the bed Charmane started fondling her own breast and pinching her nipples. Her nipples were rock hard.

"Get in bed and fuck me!" demanded Tatianna

In an instant, Charmane and Tatianna were in each others arms...Kissing...Fondling...Sucking...Licking...Their hands explored every inch of each others body. Charmane put Tatianna on her back...She got on top of her and pinned Tatianna's hands over her head...She started kissing and licking Tatianna from her forehead to her naval. She released her grip on Tatianna's hands and concentrated on licking and kisses her below the navel. Her tongue travel down to her crotch and marveled at Tatianna's perfectly shaven but wet pussy...Pussy juices seemed to be dripping from Tatianna's pussy lips...Charmane took two fingers and gently caressed Tatianna's pussy lips...Tatianna let out a soft moan.

"Your pussy is gorgeous" said Charmane

"Thank you" said a very aroused Tatianna "Please eat my pussy."

"Mmmmmm...I love it when you beg" said Charmane teasingly.

Charmane let her talented tongue do it's work...It explored Tatianna's pussy with tenderness and care...It lapped up all the dripping pussy juice and even teased Tatianna's asshole...Charmane added to Tatianna's enjoyment my placing two finger in her lover's wet cunt...After finger fucking her for awhile, she added a third finger and then a fourth....With four fingers in her pussy and Charmane licking and teasing her clit, Tatianna was in ecstasy.

"FUCK ME!!...FUCK ME!!" Tatianna cried out.

Charmane then took one finger from her free hand and gently put it in Tatianna's asshole. It got an immediate reaction.

"OH MY GOD!!" screamed out Tatianna "FUCK ME...FUCK MY ASSHOLE!!!"

Charmane quicken the pace...With 4 fingers of one hand in her lover's pussy and 1 finger of her other hand in her lover's asshole, she thought it would be a good idea to encourage her lover to cum.

"CUM YOU HOT SLUT!!...CUM ALL OVER MY HAND!!" shouted Charmane as she increased the speed of her finger fucking even more.

OH GOD!!... OH GOD!!...OH FUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!! screamed the nearly orgasmic Tatianna

Then Tatianna reached down and pull Charmane's 4 fingers out of her pussy...Then what happen, came as a total surprise to Charmane...Tatianna screamed."I'M CUMMMMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With that large streams of squirt came flying out of Tatianna's pussy...It startled Charmane, as it landed in her face, in her eyes, in her hair and some in her mouth. Charmane felt like she had been squirted by a fire hose. There she was with Tatianna' s cum all over her and with her one finger still in Tatianna's asshole.

"Oh my goodness!!" Charmane exclaimed "That was a surprise."
     
#122 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 11:19

Hotel Room 5



"I'm so sorry baby"...said an apologetic Tatianna, as she was catching her breath "I forgot to tell you...I'm a squirter."

"Do need to apologize" said Charmane, as she took her finger out of her lover's ass. "I'm a squirter too but not like this."

They both laughed.

"Let me go to the bathroom and get a towel" said Charmane "When I get back' you can do me"

"Can I fuck you with one of your dildos? ask Tatianna

"Sure but you gonna have to eat my pussy first" answered Charmane

"Deal" said Tatianna

When Charmane emerged from the bathroom, Tatianna was on the bed, holding Charmane's 10 inch long and 3 inch wide cock-shaped dildo. "Do you need any lube?" Tatianna ask.

"No, my pussy is pretty wet from fucking you" answered Charmane.

Charmane joined Tatianna in bed and the two began to make out...Charmane was on the bottom and Tatianna was on top of her. Tatianna's hand explored, what seem to be every inch of her lover's body..She started sucking on Charmane's breast, which made the beautiful Asian moan with delight. Her hand traveled down between Charmane's legs, where she felt the warmth and wetness of her paramour's pussy.

It was time for Tatianna to start the main course...She moved down between Charmane's legs and let her tongue go to work...Charmane was quite impressed with Tatianna's pussy eating skills..They were so good, that they made Charmane's toes curl...Tatianna noticed that the pussy juice was now flowing quite freely from Charmane's pussy.

"Are you ready to be fuck?" Tatianna ask Charmane.

Charmane was so aroused she could hardly speak...but she was able to respond with a weak "Yes."

With that, Tatianna got the 10" inch cock shaped dildo and put the head of it in Charmane's wet pussy.
That bought out a loud moan from Charmane...Very slowly Tatianna started to fuck Charmane. With every thrust of the dildo, Tatianna would insert more it in the lovely Asian's pussy....She had about 6" of the 10" dildo inserted when, she decided to rotate the dildo clockwise.

"OH MY GOD!!!!" shouted Charmane "I love when you do that!!"

Tatianna pick up the pace, shoving the dildo deeper in Charmane's pussy and again turning it clockwise...Pussy juice was now uncontrollably flowing out of Charmane's cunt.

"FUCK ME!!...FUCK ME BITCH!!...FUCK ME HARD...YES!!!...YES!!!...YES!!...FUCK ME!!" screamed Charmane.

Charmane's eyes began to roll to the back of her head and Tatianna knew her hotel lover was about to cum. Beads of sweat covered Charmane's body and she was tensing up...Tatianna now had the entire 10" dildo inserted and she was turning it both clockwise and counter-clockwise. She was also fucking Charmane's pussy with more velocity and intensity

"OH GOD!!...OH GOD!!...OH GOD!!..OH GOD!!" screamed Charmane

"Cum on baby!!" demanded Tatianna "Cum all over my cock!!"

With that Charmane had an orgasm so intense, it left her body shaking and had her unable to speak for 5 minutes afterwards. When she got herself together, she looked down at Tatianna and said "I can't recall ever cumming like that before...You must have had that dildo, right on my G-spot."

Tatianna laughed "I thought for a moment I was gonna have to call 911, you were shaking so much"

They both had a big laugh.

"Come here baby" said Charmane to Tatianna softly. Without hesitation, Tatianna got into the arms of the Asian beauty...The two kissed, cuddled and talked for the next 30 minutes.

That's when the phone rang...It was Rosie...She told the ladies that her shift was over and she would be at the hotel in 45 minutes...The timing was perfect because 45 minutes would give Tatianna and Charmane time to shower and freshen up for Rosie's arrival.

After showering, the two horny hotel lovers sat in bathrobes waiting for their invited guest...90 minutes went by and no Rosie...Tatianna and Charmane started to fear she may not show up.

"She might have chickened out" said Tatianna

"I wouldn't blame her." said Charmane. "Would you go to a hotel and meet 2 strange people in the middle of the night?"

"No...plus if she does comes, she probably won't come alone." answered Tatianna

"Hey you're right...and that could be some thug, who would try to rob us." said Charmane "Remember we told her, she would get $500 dollar if she showed up...and we told her there was an ATM machine in the lobby.

The concerns of the two ladies began to grow.
     
#123 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 11:24

Hotel Room End




"Let's not panic" said Charmane..."Let's get dress and go down to the lobby...If she shows up, we can see who's she's with...If that person makes up uncomfortable, then the deal is off"

"Good idea...There is security in the lobby" said Tatianna "I'll go back to my room and put on something casual. I'll meet you in the lobby in 15 minutes.

The two amorous but concerned women met in the lobby wearing t-shirts and jeans...It was almost 3AM... Outside of the hotel staff & hotel security, they were the only people in the lobby. After waiting 10 minutes Rosie emerged from the revolving hotel doors and she was alone... A big smile came across the faces of Tatianna and Charmane. Rosie was wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans, black pumps with spiked heels and a white strapless tube top. Her appearance made Tatianna and Charmane's mouth water.

After they both gave Rosie a welcoming hug, Tatianna said to Rosie "We thought you had chickened out."

"I almost did" said Rosie "I've been sitting in the hotel parking lot for an hour, trying to get the nerve to come in"

"We understand" said Charmane "We were kinda nervous too...We thought that maybe you were a serial killer."

That remark made all 3 ladies laugh.

"I love your outfit?" Tatianna said to Rosie

"Thank you." said Rosie

"You have a smokin' body" said Charmane

"You guys know how to flatter a person" said Rosie "but I came here not to be flattered...I came here to be fucked."

"Mmmmm..I like the way you talk" said Tatianna

With that the 3 horny ladies proceeded to go up to Charmane's room #714.

After entering the room,Tatianna and Charmane thought it would be a great idea to take a dip in the jacuzzi..They believed it would be a great way to get Rosie to relax...So the 3 insatiable vixens got naked and relaxed in the portable sauna...There the 3 started a candid conversation.

"Tell us about your husband Rosie" said Charmane

"Well his name is Trevor...He's a fitness trainer...He owns his own gym...He's black...dark chocolate black...He's a muscular 6'-4"...He has a body to die for...and he's very well hung." answered Rosie.

"Damn girl...You just may my pussy wet." said Charmane.

"I've never had a black man before" confessed Tatianna " but I've always wanted one."

"Your husband sounds yummy...How well hung is he? Charmane ask Rosie.

"I know you a not gonna believe this...but he's seriously 12" inches long and 3" wide" answered Rosie.

"Daammmnnnn!!!" Tatianna and Charmane said in unison.

"That explains why you don' t want to share him" said Tatianna.

"He's wears my pussy, mouth and ass out but I love it" said Rosie "I cum almost everytime we have sex."

"Damn he puts that monster in your ass?" ask Tatianna "They must be like being reamed by a baseball bat."

All 3 ladies enjoyed a big laugh after that remark.

"How about you guys...are anyone of you married" ask Rosie

"I am" answered Charmane "My husband named is Kevin, He's a 6-2" blue-eyed blonde with a thick 9 1/2"dick...and he knows how to use it."

"I can confirm that" Tatianna said laughing.

Rosie look confused.

"Let me explain...My husband and I have an open relationship" explained Charmane."We always encourage each other to explore our sexual impulses...and we share our experiences...Two nights ago, Kevin met Tatianna, fucked her brains outs and told me about it afterwards...Yesterday morning I joined him at the hotel and while in the lobby, we saw Tatianna. I introduced myself to her and made a girl-on-girl date....and tonight, before you got here, we fucked...and it was good."

"Wow...I've heard of women like you...said Rosie. "I guess you have to really be secure in yourself and in your married to do that."

"Do you have a picture of your husband?" Tatianna ask Rosie.

"In my phone" answered Rosie..."Not only do I have a photo of him but also one of his dick."

Her phone was in arms length of the jacuzzi, so Rosie reached back, got her phone and showed her new friends a photo of her hubby.

"Oh my!...Your husband is gorgeous!" gasped Tatianna "There is something about a real dark-skinned black man...Mmmm...Nice broad shoulders, slim waist and a nice ass....Rosie, you are one lucky lady...I have to say, fucking a black man is definitely on my bucket list"

"Oh yeah" said Charmane looking at he photo "He is one fine dark chocolate drop"

"Now here is his fully erect cock" said Rosie and she changed the photo.

"Oh my God!!...Charmane look at that thing!!" exclaimed Tatianna

Charmane looked at the photo and said. "Mutha' fuck!!..Looks like he has a policeman's nightstick between his legs"

That caused all 3 ladies break out in laughter.

"Watching that photo has made me horny again" said Charmane "Tatianna, I think it's time for you and I to teach Rosie what's she's been missing...After all that dick she been getting, it's time she found out what pussy taste like."

"I don't know if we can compete with that big black dick...but I'm sure willing to try" said Tatianna laughing.

With that, the 3 ladies got out of the jacuzzi, dried off and headed for the bedroom, wearing nothing but their towels.

It wasn't long before the trio of hot ladies, were in bed enjoying a night of pure lust...Tatianna was between Rosie's legs eating pussy. Charmane was lying next to them, masturbating as she watched Rosie moan with pleasure. She delighted in seeing Rosie experiencing her first girl-on-girl encounter.

"How are you doing Rosie" ask Charmane

With her eyes closed, Rosie answered "I'm doing fine...Tatianna's tongue feels sooooooo good...Mmmmmmm"

"I bet your husband has never eaten your pussy that good." Charmance said to Rosie "Women eat pussy better than men."

"Mmmmmmmmm...I agree..she's really good." moaned Rosie with her eyes still closed.

Charmane stopped masturbating for a second, took Rosie's hand and placed it be between her moist twat.

"Feel how wet I am"...said Charmane as Rosie's finger explored her cunt "Feel my pussy...play with it....Mmmmmmm...That's it baby...Put your fingers inside me"

Rosie opened her eyes and started playing with Charmane's pussy. A difficult thing to do because she was still under the spell of Tatianna's tongue ...This was the begining of a 2 1/2 hour fuck session, in which all 3 women have at least 4 orgasms apiece...At the end of the night Charmane's cock-shaped dildos were drenched with pussy juice and Rosie was officially a bi-sexual.

It was 6 30AM... Tatianna, Charmane and Rosie, were on the bed naked and totally
exhausted...Charmane got out of bed, went to the night stand drawer and pull out 5 crisp $100 bills.

She handed them to Rosie to her and said "Wait!"

She then went to her purse, that was also in the night stand drawer and pull out 2 more $100 dollar bills. She again handed them to Rosie and said to her "You deserve this...you were a fabulous fuck"

Rosie thanked her 2 sensuous friends for an incredible evening. She gave them her cell number, got dressed, and gave them both passionate tongue-filled good-by kisses.

After Rosie left, Tatianna and Charmane still naked, cuddled up together to get some sleep. But before she went to sleep Tatianna ask Charmane "Have you every spent $700 for pussy before?"

"Oh yes...Me and my husband have spent a lot more for pussy" answered Charmane "and I've spent some for dick."

And as Tatianna closed her eyes to begin falling asleep she ask "I never ask...but what do you and your husband do for a living"

With her eyes closed and a smile on her face, Charmane answered..."We own the hotel.
     
#124 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 11:26 | Edited By: jems007

"We'll Do Your Mom First," I Said




"I've decided, we'll do your mom first, then we'll do mine," I told Kevin as I leaned over and clicked a key on his computer. A millisecond later the movie we'd been watching, a movie featuring an impossibly well endowed blond being fucked both anally and vaginally by two uniformed policemen, disappeared from the screen and was replaced by a picture of Kevin's mother.

Both of us had been sitting against the headboard of his bed, with the computer between us, as we stroked our cocks.

"Put the movie back on," my best friend ordered.

"I want to fuck your mom, not some porn star," I answered as I sat up and brought my engorged cock towards the screen and the picture of his mom that filled it.

"You're fucking sick," he said but his hand hadn't stopped moving over his virgin, eighteen year old cock. I hit another key and a second picture of his mom appeared. This one was an 'up her skirt' shot that I'd managed to surreptitiously snap a couple of weeks earlier.

"Where'd you get that?" he demanded as his eyes slid up his mom's legs to the triangle of white panty showing at their juncture. I laughed, then blocked his view as I touched the spot he was staring at with the tip of my cock. The drop of precum that had already formed slid onto the screen.

"You asshole, you'll ruin my computer," he complained as he watched the cum ooze slowly down the screen.

"Maybe I'll impregnate it and father a little notebook," I said, then laughed and shook my cock at him.

"You're a fucking idiot." Kevin was still stroking himself. We both froze when a second later we heard a knock on his bedroom door. It had to be his mom.

"Boys... boys?" The call, muffled by the door, came seconds later. Kevin, already out of the bed, was struggling to pull on the pair boxer shorts he'd dropped on the floor just minutes earlier.

"Kevin? William?"

I walked towards the door, my cock in hand. Kevin, shaking his head wildly, was looking at me in horror. "Don't!" he cried.

"Mrs. White?" I asked through the door.

"I didn't want to disturb you boys Will, I know you're studying," my friend's mother apologized. "But I was just wondering if you'd like another piece of apple pie and a glass of milk."

"Yes, please, I'd love a piece of your pie ... so would Kev," I answered. My hand was now flying over my cock.

Kevin, across the room, was still shaking his head in despair. His penis, fully erect, shorter perhaps than mine, but still well above average, was sticking out of the slit in his shorts.

"Okay, I'll be right back," Kev's thirty-four year old mom promised. My cock started to spurt as I listened to her words. Thick strands of sperm arched upwards and out before finally landing on the back of the bedroom door.

"You're fucking crazy. Christ, she'll see it, smell it," he croaked as he pulled his jeans up his legs.

"I'd like to put some of this in her hot and hairy little momma's pie," I answered as I trailed a finger through my cum and then held it up in the air.

"Get dressed ... clean it up," he begged as he threw me my boxers.

"She's going to be our first," I insisted as we waited for his mom to return with the goodies.

"You're a fucking pervert," Kevin answered.

"Somebody has to be our first."

"Retard. Have you by any chance ever heard the word incest?"

"It won't be incest when my cock's inside her," I said with a leer as I ran my hand suggestively over the front of my pants.

"She's my mother!"

"That's why I'm going to let you go first."

"What!"

"But when we get to my mom I'll go first."

"Your mom! You are so fucking sick."

"Well who do you want to fuck then?" And of course Kevin had no answer to that one. I pressed on. "C'mon Kev, you read the study ... you know the first two or three weeks we're up there are going to make or break us."

"We have all summer to get ready, to find someone to teach us," he protested.

"So where do we start then? Who on your list do you think you'll be able to get to help us?" I challenged.

"Yeah, but what about my dad? And yours?"

We'd both pulled on t-shirts and shorts and were sitting at the long table that sat under his bedroom window, and which we used as a work desk, when his mother, toting a fully laden tray, finally reappeared. I knew we'd be continuing the conversation later.

Mrs. White was hot! A true MILF! Really she was far too young to be the mother of an eighteen year old. As fifteen year old Michelle Thomas, a neighbor of the Whites, she had ended up the prime baby sitter of Kevin's older half sisters when Mr. White's first wife had died some twenty years ago.

The eight and nine year old girls, bereft after the loss of their mother, had latched onto Michelle immediately and would cling to her desperately at the first sign that she was about to leave. Apparently the then forty-five year old Mr. White had too because just weeks after her sixteenth birthday young Michelle was walking down the aisle to be married. Kevin, "in uterus" at the time, was present at the ceremony.
     
#125 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 11:43

"We'll Do Your Mom First," I Said 2




He was their only child but against all odds the marriage had gone along famously. My parents had moved in two houses down from the Whites when I was three. And so we had become best friends.

Kev and I grew up nerds. Boys who'd been oblivious to the charms of the other sex as we'd studied our way through high school. Until, that is, our cocks started to grow. And spurt.

The two best students in our school, already pre-accepted into Princeton before our senior year had even started, socially incompetent but relatively happy, had suddenly been thrust unprepared into the world of cocks and cum and cunts.

Our senior year had been disastrous -- week after week and month after month of uncertainties, rejections and self doubt. If we hadn't had each other I don't know what would have happened.

Hey look, I'm not stupid. It's impossible for a teenager to be ignorant of sex these days. Just turn on your computer! So, on a theoretical basis, we should have been prepared. And we were. We knew all the moving parts of women. We knew exactly what was happening to our bodies. We knew about sperm count. About shaven pussies. We'd studied tables and graphs published on the internet that showed the range of sizes of the human penis. We'd compared the slow but steady progress of our respective penile growth to those tables. We'd seen a hundred movies that demonstrated just about every sexual coupling imaginable. We knew it all.

But until the testosterone starts to flow that's all it is. Theoretical. But then it's not! It's all encompassing as soon as that sexual chemical tap is turned on. An emotional whirlwind that you find you have no way to control. Your thinking brain suddenly becomes trumped by the small reptilian brain that lies deep in the heart of it. A brain that sends blood rushing into your cock at the first sniff of a woman.

But of course neither of us had any ability to communicate with members of the opposite sex. None at all! Our supposed brilliant minds, minds that had easily delivered SAT scores in the top percentile, turned to mush the second an attractive female came within twenty feet of us. Womanless, we became serial masturbators and wet dreamers. Big cocked horny nerds who used their hands as sorry imitations of the real thing.

And so, in desperation, one rainy Friday night in late April, as we had sat commiserating with each other over another dateless weekend, we'd decided that we had to make an action plan. That if we didn't want to be losers the rest of our lives we'd better do something about it.

The first thing we'd done was simply write off the rest of our senior high school year. We knew there was no way to undo the previous four years. Instead we decided to use the four months we had left preparing for the fall and our new lives in faraway Princeton. Where nobody would know us or our high school reputations and where we could start over.

But start over as what? And how does one go about changing? We spent the first few weeks doing research and almost immediately found our first nugget of hope. Our problem turned out to be not that unusual. It turned out to be not only a common affliction but also one that a hell of a lot of men had written about later in their lives.

Again and again we found bios of successful men that reported that they'd suffered through their high school years only to be saved by somehow transforming themselves before they'd arrived at college. But that was the key that they all reported - the first few weeks of your university years offered a door of opportunity that might never reappear. Fuck those weeks up and you were probably fucked for the next four years. Initial impressions were damn hard to change.

So we read what other men had done. And how they'd done it. We found a hundred different suggestions that over the ensuing weeks we tried to distill into a coherent action plan. We finally boiled it down to three jobs:

1) Make an "Honest Assessment" of yourself.

2) Set "Attainable Goals".

3) Write an "Action Plan".

And so we'd both tried. I can tell you that it's not that easy. You're one of maybe two million male high school seniors in the country. Where do you stand in the group? What are the strengths of William Harold Sommers, an eighteen year old high school senior? I knew what I looked like but to tell you the truth had no real idea of how other people saw me.

I was six foot, one inch tall that spring and at just under one hundred and seventy pounds I felt myself too thin. Neither Kevin nor I had played organized sports much growing up but I'd swum a lot in the summers. I wasn't in terrible shape.

My hair was a mess -- even I recognized that the long, matted, usually uncombed nest of hair that lived on my head and tumbled down onto my shoulders wasn't anywhere close to being in style.

Kevin and I weren't great dressers! To say the least. No shots of us were going to appear in GQ. Hoodies and jeans were our norm.

My cock was largish -- I'd measured it enough over the previous couple of years and then compared it 'cock size' numbers I'd found on the internet to know that. In fact it could more fairly be described as very big. So that was an asset but how do you translate that into sexual success if no one will talk to you?

And after you've finished with outward appearance you get to the hard stuff. Why can't you talk to girls? Why do you get so nervous? How do you improve? Where do you learn about kissing?

In the end we finally boiled it down to the following three categories (and subcategories) we'd have to concentrate on. Later we'd penciled in various suggestions on how to do it.

A) Improve our appearance.

1 Body -- weightlift? muscles? posture

2 Clothes -- Ashley knows about clothes. will she help? cost?

3 Hair -

B) Communication skills -- Learn to talk to girls. how?

C) Sexual Techniques

1 Learn to dance -- hire a professional? from where? Natalie from strip club?

2 Kissing -- who could teach us?

3 Touching, arousing - study sex manuals? practical experience?

4 Lose our virginity -- professional call girl?

So we sorta knew what areas we had to attack. We had a starting point. Mind you we weren't that confident of success. But it was better than nothing.
     
#126 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 12:08

"We'll Do Your Mom First," I Said 3




We bought a set of weights and set them up in Kev's basement the day after we'd finalized our plan. Every afternoon thereafter we'd gone down and lifted.

Our second step was to convince my sister to help. Fixing our appearance seemed vital.

Early June 2010 Ashley

"You asked them what?" my sister asked. I could hear that she was pissed off that I hadn't asked her first. I'd hoped she would be.

"You're my sister. Besides I know you're way, way too busy for something like this."

"And they're not?"

I'd caught my sister's two best friends, Caitlyn and Brianna, like her, high school sophomores, alone earlier that afternoon and had asked them to help me. It was an important step in the detailed plan we'd worked out for the transformation of Kevin and I from nerdish, high school social misfits into suave, desirable, sexy college freshmen. Don't they say that clothes make the man?

"Do you think they know more about clothes than I do?" Sis was reacting exactly as I'd surmised. She was vital to the plan and not only because she had a better sense of style than any other girl in the school. It was also vital because we needed her salesmanship to convince our parents to finance the transformation.

I'd known we needed her one hundred percent onside and I'd finally decided that the oblique approach just might work best. Which was why I'd started by approaching her friends first.

Ashley Sommers, sixteen and only a sophomore, my sister, was the most popular girl in the school. And even though she was smart and beautiful, it was her personality that was her greatest selling point. A cheerleader and A student, there had been serious rumblings that spring that she, only going into her junior year, should run for student council president. She's eventually politely demurred but almost everyone thought she would have won if she'd tried.

I'd heard it opined more than once over the years that it was incredible that a girl like her was related to someone as socially incompetent as I. Someone had even asked me once if I'd been adopted.

"It wouldn't be fair to you ... you're too busy Ash. Besides you don't want to spend your time dressing me."

"Gawd, I wish you'd asked me a year ago. You ... you and Kevin look like--" She didn't finish her sentence. But I knew what she was thinking. Having an older brother around who dressed like a bum couldn't have been pleasant for any teenage high school girl.

"I know I'm not the best dresser—"

"You're the about the wor--" she started to say but then stopped before finishing, her inherent niceness not allowing her to finish.

"I just thought I should try to start on a better footing at College. I was looking at the Princeton site the other day and there weren't many students who dressed like--"

"Thank god for that," my sister interrupted as she raised her eyes to the sky. "Now let's go look at your clothes." My sister, when properly motivated, was a take charge kind of person.

"You'll help me?"

"Of course I'll help you, I'm your sister aren't I?" she answered, an answer that was voiced in a teenage girls exasperated tone. "Now c'mon," she ordered as she pulled me down the hall towards my room.

"Shouldn't we wait for Brianna and Caitlyn?"

"No! I'll do the preliminary scouting today and then tomorrow after school the five of us will have a council of war." Ashley was definitely going to be in charge!

"We will?"

"Yes, and tell Kevin he better be there too. No, I'll tell him myself," she said ominously as she marched past me into my bedroom. Which was pretty messy. It always was but that day I'd made it especially so. Ashley's head had already started shaking back and forth in dismay before she was half way across the room. I simply waited silently in the doorway as she started her inspection.

She opened my cupboard door first. She moved a few hangers back and forth before she slowly backed away. She was still shaking her head. Then she started in on my chest of drawers. Rifled through my t-shirts and sweaters and socks and hoodies before she finally got to my underwear.

"Well," I finally asked, "do you think that at least we have a good base to start from? That you'll be able to come up with something?"

"Yes Will, it's going to be sooooo easy."

I was smiling inside but successfully hid it when I asked back in my most dubious tone, "It will be?"

"Yes my dear Will," and now I heard the sarcasm, something my sweet sister wasn't known for, "once the bonfire has died down we will then proceed to--"

"Bonfire?" I was laughing inside now!

"Do you think that there's one piece of cloth in this sad excuse for a room that should be transported over five hundred miles to one of America's finest institutions of higher learning?"Ashley was firing on all cylinders now!

"What about my sweatshirts?"

"Hoodies," she started, and before continuing she kicked the one I'd purposely left in the middle of my bedroom floor, "are not a fashion statement."

"At least my underwear's okay isn't it?"

"Well it might Will, it might be if said undergarments weren't full of holes and of a sickly gray color." Again I'd cleverly left my worst two pairs of underpants on top of the pile in the drawer. Ones that I'd been planning to throw out.
     
#127 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 12:20 | Edited By: jems007

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"Now let's go over to Kevin's," she ordered as she swept back by me and out into the hall. I scurried after.

"Kevin's? Today? We're already finished here? Don't you have to make a list or something?"

Ashley simply continued on her way without answering. I pumped my fist in the air as I rushed after her.

As we walked out the door I asked to her back, "How much do you think I'm going to have to spend anyway? As much as five hundred bucks?" It was another question I'd prepared for my sister. It brought her to a sudden halt.

"Are you on drugs?"

"Less than that then?" I said hopefully.

"I'll never understand how you got accepted into a university of that caliber." Ashley's sarcasm was gone, replaced now by the sad acceptance that her brother was hopeless.

"More?"

"Will, to even get you to the minimum, the very minimum required," and here Ashley's voice emphasized the word minimum, "will cost at least ten thousand dollars and probably cost closer to twenty."

I put my most shocked look on my face. "Twentyyyyyyy thousand?" I screeched. "You're nuts."

For seconds my sister stared at me, her disbelief of her brother's ignorance unhidden. I said nothing. Finally, slowly, her expression turned from hopelessness to determination.

"What do you think I spend on clothes every year," she finally asked.

I pretended to think it over before answering. "A thousand?" I finally offered tentatively. Ashley shook her head. "Higher?" She nodded yes. "Two?" Ash pointed here finger upwards. "Not as much as three?" the finger stayed pointed up. I jumped to five thousand with my next guess. Her finger stayed pointing up.

"That's impossible, no one spends that much."

Exasperation bloomed back into sis's face. "How much do you think these shoes cost?"

I pretended to examine them. "Forty bucks."

"Over two hundred," sis answered. "And my skirt?"

I pretended I knew something about skirts and quickly answered, "I know they're about twenty-five," I said confidently, "I saw one just like that in Target last week."

"You did not see one like this in Target!" Sis's gnashing of her teeth made her hard to understand. "And what about my underwear?" she finally spat out.

"Like your bra and panties?" She nodded yes. "Well I got a six pack of Fruit of the Loom for seven dollars last month. So maybe double that if you include the bra ... so what, fourteen bucks divided by six, probably two, two dollars fifty for both."

From the look on her face I knew the plan was working. Slowly, her frustration clear, she spoke, "THE... BRA... AND ... PANTIES...I'M...WEARING... COST... OVER ... SEVENTY ... DOLLARS." If anyone had been within fifty yards of us they would have heard her.

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"No way! That's nuts," I said, then turned and started towards Kevin's.

"THEY DO!" she yelled at my back as she started after me. I turned and waited.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"But how can they afford you? How'll they ever be able to afford twenty thousand for me?"

"Do you know how much your father makes as a lawyer every year?" I did but wasn't going to tell her. "Or what mom makes as a University Professor? Do you know what Dad pays for one of his suits?"

""Two, three hundred?"

"Twelve hundred minimum. And he has over twenty. And he has ten pairs of dress shoes.

And they're worth at least two hundred each." Ash was on a roll again. "Do you know what silk ties cost?"

"But still, you wouldn't spend all that money for a guy going to college would you?"

"Do you honestly believe your parents want you to be wandering around Princeton, New Jersey, dressed like a bum and wearing underwear that cost you one dollar a pair?"

"But what about Kevin?" I asked as we turned onto his front walk.

"He lives in a house worth almost a million dollars. His dad's Vice-President of Marketing for a Fortune 500 company." I didn't know how Ashley knew these things but she did.

Mrs. White was always delighted to see my sister. Since neither Kevin nor I had ever brought females around the White's house, Ashley, and her friends, whenever available, had always been welcomed. And my sister had always showed every sign of being as delighted to see Kevin's mother as she was to see her. And so, they spent the next ten minutes together in the kitchen, discussing everything under the sun but the matter at hand while I looked on silently. Female talk. Completely incomprehensible.

After Ashley had finished a piece of chocolate cake and a glass of milk, an offering I'd refused, she announced the purpose of her trip. "I've been retained by Kevin and my brother to assess their wardrobes in light of their impending relocation to university life. To evaluate their present holdings and jettison that which isn't appropriate and recommend what they're going to need to buy. Brianna and Caitlyn are going to help me."

It took a second or two for Kevin's mom to decipher Ashley's words but as soon as she did her face lit up. "Oh Ashley, I've tried to get Kevin out to the clothing stores for months, he and your brother are impossible."

"Most of Will's underwear has holes in it," my sister confided.

"And those awful things with hoods," Mrs. White said with a grimace.

"We're really going to need your help Mrs. White," sis implored. I knew I'd won! Leaving the two women to conspire together I wandered up to my pal's room. Mind you I didn't warn him of the coming visit. They rolled through it ten minutes later. Kevin's wardrobe was as harshly panned as mine had been.

Ashley and I of course were invited to join the Whites for dinner that night. In a concerted, clearly planned effort, my sister and Mrs. White dominated the conversation with a critique of the wardrobes of Kevin and yours truly. By the end of the meal they'd also obtained a carte blanche from Mr. White to spend all that was needed to ensure that his son would be as well dressed as any student at Princeton. He seemed amused by the whole thing.
     
#128 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 12:40

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Later, after sis and I had arrived home, Ashley disappeared into the den where mom and dad were reading. Five minutes later the three marched into my room. Ashley led them around, holding up various items for them to see as she moved from drawer to cupboard. I had to suffer hearing her running commentary on my complete lack of fashion sense for the third time that day. She also made it clear that my parents had to shoulder a large portion of the blame.

"It's bad enough in high school dad, but do you want Will wandering around one of America's greatest universities, a place where he's supposed to make business and social contacts for life, in ten dollar blue jeans with holes in the knee and a stained orange hoodie?" she asked as she held up the offending garment.

Dad, shaking his head, clearly didn't.

"Would you have even gone out with dad if he'd been dressed like that mother?" She asked my mom.

When Ashley finally led dad away to work up a 'Will going to college clothing budget' mom stayed behind. She actually apologized for her inattentiveness even as she lectured me on the horrid state of my clothes.

My Mother

Ashley had inherited her beauty from my mom. Laura Cummings had been an eighteen year coed when she'd met dad, who was a first year law student and four years older than her, at a frat party during October of her frosh year.

According to the oft repeated family history, my father took about two minutes to fall in love. Mom lasted until Thanksgiving weekend when she took him home to meet her parents. Like Kevin, I too was growing in my mother's belly when my grandfather walked his daughter down the aisle eight months later.

When Kevin and I had sat down and started our planning for our 'rebirth' one of the first tasks we'd posed ourselves was to, 'list in order of preference, the 20 best looking women you know (and who you'd most like to have sex with)'.

But before we'd actually sat down and made our individual lists we'd talked about the characteristics we'd like in our preferred sexual partners. To be honest we started out pretty hopelessly given neither of us had been on a date before or even knew that many girls to even talk to.

So our points of reference were few and far between. Movie stars. Porn stars. Some rock singers. Girls in our class. Teachers. Our mothers. My sister and her friends. And when we made our lists neither of us was able to even get up to twenty.

By the end of the process my mother ended up thirteenth on Kevin's list. Ashley ended up tenth. I knew they would have ended up much higher if he hadn't been embarrassed to have my family members on his list. He didn't list his mom. At least not on his official list.

His mother was number nine on my list. Behind our schools head cheerleader, Lady Gaga, and a movie actress among others. Neither my sister nor my mom appeared on my official list although I did list Ashley's friend Caitlyn number ten.

However, on my secret list, the list I never showed Kevin, his mother was number one, my mother number two and Ashley number four. Which I knew was a bit strange. Which is why I hadn't shown it to him.

And so, when my mom had sat down next to me on my bed after dad and Ashley had disappeared to organize the financial end of the deal, I had already begun to consider her as something else besides a mom. I'd become aware of her breasts. Of her lips. Of her long, silky hair. I'd also, and again I'd never told Kevin this, rummaged through my mom's underwear. Her bras. Her panties. I'd done things with said panties... bad things while they were wrapped around my cock ...

"I probably don't really need all those clothes," I started.

"Of course you do darling," my mother said as she put an arm around me.

"You shouldn't have to pay for me."

"Ashley's right, I never should have let it get this far. Your clothes are an embarrassment. To all of us."

"I can use some of the money I've saved," I offered.

"You will not use one cent of your money." It was delivered in a tone that brooked no argument.

"It'll probably just be a waste anyway. I'm a loser." I'd decided to play the pity card.

"Yeah, like losers get accepted into Princeton," my mother scoffed. I knew my mom, a Professor of Philosophy at our state university, wasn't going to be easily swayed by whining. Still, I figured I'd try a little.

"I can't even get a date. Look at me."

"You're handsome," she protested.

"I'm hopeless."

"It'll be different when you get to university," mom promised, then added, "Ashley's so right about the clothes though, I should have thought of it before." Ashley was getting the credit for my plan.

"I can't even open my mouth when a girl gets within ten feet of me."
     
#129 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 12:49 | Edited By: jems007

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Mom laughed but as she did she put her arm around me. "Boys are always slower. You should see my first year classes. For the first two months I can't get a boy to say a word."

"You can't?"

"Then I can't get them to shut up."

"Did you like university? Were you scared when you left home?"

"Everyone is honey," she answered as she tousled my hair. "You'll love it. They'll be the best years of your life."

"Maybe," I said dubiously.

"You're becoming a handsome young man Will," mom said as she lifted the hair falling over my forehead and combed it back with her hand.

"Yeah right."

"You are you know. It's sneaking up on you."

"It's not sneaking up very fast," I complained. But I said it with a smile.

"You know, you're even better looking that your daddy was when I met him."

"No way."

"Uh huh. Taller. Cuter. They'll be falling at your feet the second you get to Princeton."

"Even if they do I won't know what to do with them."

"You know Will, I have a sneaking suspicion you're going to know exactly what to do with them." Mom then leaned over, gave me a quick motherly kiss on my lips and then was up and gone.

I dreamt of mom that night. She was naked. She was crying out my
     

#130 | Posted: 2 Nov 2011 12:52

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We had been instructed to be ready at ten a.m. on the dot on the following Saturday morning. We were. Surprisingly, Mr. White offered himself as our chauffeur. "I just gotta see this," he said with a smile as he jumped behind the wheel of his wife's Mercedes SUV.

We weren't led to K-Mart. Or Target. Or even J.C. Penny's. Frankly I would have happy in any of those places. But not the girls! Nor the mothers. They had assumed responsibility for the finished product and none of them were prepared to accept anything less than producing the best dressed college freshman of the class of 2011. It had become their mission. All five of the women had pages of notes and cutouts from every male fashion magazine ever produced. They were in shoppers heaven.

From a short term standpoint it turned into one of the worst days of my life. Fifteen different stores. At least. A hundred trips to the dressing room. Clothes that looked perfectly good to my eyes rejected ruthlessly. More changes. Endless discussions about stripes versus solids, checks versus who knows what, wool versus cashmere versus linen. Who knew?

About which color of shirt would go best with my eyes. Silk socks or whatever. We were even forced to suffer the indignity of having five women hold up different styles of underwear and discuss their relative merits. Kev and I were too embarrassed to argue. Mr. White didn't stop grinning the whole day.

The women should have driven the clothing salesmen at the stores we visited crazy but in fact the opposite happened. They were delighted to be able to discuss every aspect of male clothing with people who were clearly interested. To a man they ignored Kev and I. And my sister charmed them even as she negotiated lower prices on every item she bought.

At one store, the last one we visited, perhaps our cities most elegant male haberdashery, a store we'd spend almost two hours in, Ashley, with dad's and Mr. White's credit cards in hand, had softly and sweetly insisted on a twenty percent discount on the eleven thousand, two hundred and seventy-three dollars the owner had just rung up. He stared at my sister for about thirty seconds before capitulating, his, "of course Miss Sommers," stunning us all.

Mr. White, a man who'd been a professional salesman and a manager of salesmen at the highest levels all his life actually stood with mouth agape. Then he offered Ashley a job as a summer internship on the ride home.

"I'm going to leadership camp in July sir, with mom, a mother-daughter camp," she replied sweetly. "And then in August I'll be at Caitlyn's cottage for two weeks and after that--"

Bedraggled and beaten Kev and I were finally released some eight hours after our trek had started. But even as we stumbled towards my room, Ashley announced one final order "You're scheduled at the Salon de Paris at four Tuesday afternoon."

I trudged on, hoping that ignoring Ashley would make her go away. Not Kevin. "What Salon?" he asked.

"Renee's agreed to do you Kevin and Monsieur Pierre's doing Will."

Kevin had no idea what Ash was talking about. I guessed but continued to trudge up the stairs. Looking back when I reached the top I saw Kev surrounded by the five women. Brianna had her hands in his long hair and the others all seemed to be talking to him at once.

"We're having our hair cut at some women's hair salon," Kev announced when he arrived in my room five minutes later. He looked beaten.

"I know."

"They were talking about dyes ... and gels ... and other things," he muttered. "We have to do something." Yeah right!

The girls escorted us to the Salon three days later. The two moms tagged along. Mr. White, clearly knowing when enough was enough, wisely chose not to come.

We both had our hair shampooed. Which wasn't that bad given the fact that the two girls who did it were way cute. And of course neither of us had ever had a girl run her hands through our hair before. Other things were done to our heads. I'm not exactly sure what. At one point, while Monsieur Pierre stood poised with scissors in hand, our five ladies, plus three shampoo girls, two dyers, four cutters and six other customers, spent ten minutes discussing what exactly should be done to my hair. It was humiliating.

Unfortunately we had to go to school the next day. Neither of us had worn any of our new clothes on the Monday and Tuesday. Ashley had insisted that we wait until our hair was properly prepared before we trotted out our new duds.

Wednesday, the second last day of our high school career, was brutal. Why hadn't we waited to do all this after school had closed for the year I'd continually asked myself all that morning. A thousand whispered comments, pointed fingers, giggles, smirks, etc., etc. almost drove me home by third period. The only thing that saved us was that Ashley somehow orchestrated things so that a steady stream of girls, mainly sophomores and juniors, just happened to stop at our cafeteria table at lunch time and glowingly compliment us on our 'new looks'.

I knew of course it was Ashley and her friends work but you know what? It felt great! It's surprising how just a few words of compliments can change your view of the world.

Thursday Night Mrs. White's Negligee

"Are you staying over tonight Will?" I heard asked by Kev's mother. She was standing in her son's doorway when I looked up from my computer. I clicked away from the screen I was working on - I definitely didn't want to Mrs. W to see what I'd been doing.

"If it's okay." I answered. Of course it was okay. Kev and I had been staying over at each other's houses since we'd been like five years old. I had my own bed at his place and he had the same at mine.

"Your mom knows?" That was the one rule. Let the mothers know.
     
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