Audrey's Big Day

This part of the ongoing series called Friends. The characters are more meaningful if you have read the earlier chapters. As promised, this chapter is much shorter than the last few. I again put it in Erotic Couplings for lack of a better category.

It's now Audrey's turn for discovery. Unlike the recent chapters, this chapter is told from her perspective. It starts the morning after the four friends watched Emmanuelle, when Audrey and Tim put on an unplanned sex show for Lisa and Alan.

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I reach over and feel the muscled body of Tim lying next to me. He is kind of a geek, but he has the body of a hunk. And the cock of a pornstar, I think to myself, smiling contentedly. And he is the kindest, most caring person I have ever known. Not a selfish asshole, like a typical tech bro.

And I know assholes. Including my previous boyfriend Jack, whom I broke up with about five months ago. I had a four month plus drought after him, with only a single one night stand in the middle. And I don't do well without my regular sex. Even my boss at work, the roughly 70-year old president of the company, was allegedly about to give me a vibrator and send me home if I didn't get laid soon. I still can't believe he said that to Lisa.

The last three weeks have been night and day compared to those last three years. Even when I had sex, mostly with Jack, it was devoid of any real emotion. But Tim and I have found true love. And a lot of sex. A lot of good sex.

I notice Tim is stirring. I think I will give him a special wake-up call. I pull the sheet down, exposing both of our naked bodies to the morning light, and then turn on my hands and knees until my face is over his crotch. His cock is only half engorged, but already thicker than most the men I have known intimately.

I lean down and lick up the shaft all the way to the bulbous tip. Big Ben, as he calls his dick, starts to stir a little more and lift itself off his belly. I engulf the top of his shaft in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head.

I hear "mmmmm" from behind my head and feel the cock gaining its full diameter. I begin to stroke up and down with my mouth, as the subtle sounds from the pillow become more clearly moans. He reaches a hand into my pussy, already wet with excitement just as I add a hand to my oral stimulation of his penis, lengthening the sensations along his shaft. I feel him start to tense up with the upcoming release.

But I stop and pull my mouth off his cock. I want more than this from him now; I am not sure he has two loads in him this morning after our performance last night.

So I slide down and straddle his midsection, my face towards his feet. I slowly lower my hips as he guides his cock into my cunt. Once the head has entered, I pause, waiting for my canal to adjust to the sudden intrusion. With his girth, I need to slowly ease him in. But this gradual entry is also delicious, feeling my cunt being stretched centimeter by centimeter. The pace also allows Tim to recover his control. He was too close to the precipice a moment ago to give me the slow long fuck I am seeking.

I let out a loud, "AAAAHH!" as he is finally fully in me. Probably loud enough for Lisa to me hear from the next bedroom down. Maybe I can wake her in a good mood too. But I am not planning on producing the same level of audio program that Tim and I provided last weekend. I somewhat considered that the continuation of the full sex show I had performed for Alan and Lisa the night before, with some help from Big Ben.

Last night was an accidental show, even if they had observed three orgasms between us and watched his cock fill me before they went off for their own entertainment. We had experienced three additional orgasms in the living room last night -- two more for me, a second for him --before we retired to cuddling and sleeping in their guest bed. The bed we are still in.

I pull my hips up again, slowly losing Big Ben. But I do not release the cock totally; I immediately start to encase it with my cunt again. I moan more loudly as Tim groans. My rhythm increases as does our volume. And the squeaks in the bed.

What had been a luxurious rhythm of in and out is becoming more frantic, as are our utterances. Tim breaks first, with a single large thrust of his hips and a deep, loud groan; he pumps my cunt full of his cum.

I am not quite ready yet. I sit more upright, driving his cock all the way into me, and reach into my pussy in seek of my clit. My fingers are soon doing their magic and my shriek announces my climax to the entire condo.

"Good morning, my love," I say to Tim and give him a kiss, "I hope you liked your wake-up call this morning."

"You are going to be the death of me," he replies, "But I will die happy! Only ten more days til we wake up together every morning."

"Tim, love, would you mind walking over to your apartment sometime this morning to grab my overnight bag?" I ask, almost pleading.

"We should just start leaving a change of clothes here," he grumbles. Then adds, "Of course, dear."

While Tim is pulling on yesterday's shirt and jeans, I find a towel and wrap it more or less around me.

Tim asks, "Really?"

"Just going next door to ask Lisa for something more to wear," I explain.

I slip into the hall and had back towards the master suite. I hope that Lisa is awake and has already finished masturbating to the sounds of our lovemaking. Not that I would mind watching her finish...

I knock softly on the door and say, "Are you awake, Lisa? Can I borrow something to wear?"

I slide the door ajar and peer in just in time to watch her climax, one hand in her crotch and one on her breast. I wait a minute for her to recover then clap as I walk in.

"Not all of us want to share all our intimate moments with our friends," she grouses, laughing a little. But also blushing a bit.

She stands up, stark naked, and walks around the bed to the closet. She reaches in and tosses me a white tee. "It's not going to cover even as much as last week's tee, but I think this is as long as any Alan has," she says, "I would send you out there nude, but it wouldn't be punishment for you. And I promised Graham I would look after Alan's heart."

I momentarily think about trying to give her a naked hug, but I remember the fiasco of my nearly successful seduction of her just three days ago. So I pull the tee over my head, letting it mostly drape over my naked body while she crosses back to her side of the bed. She bends down to grab her kimono and wraps it around herself.

"I love his heart!" I exclaim. Alan had repaired the ripped kimono since I had last seen it torn a few days ago, and roughly embroidered a heart over the new seam.

Lisa and I walk out to the kitchen together, neither properly dressed for mixed company.

When we arrive, Alan is standing in the kitchen, already dressed, undoubtedly making us some new fabulous breakfast treat. My Tim is sitting at the kitchen table, but looks like he is about to get up.

"Why don't you wait until after breakfast to run back for my clothes," I say to Tim. "Lisa found me something for the meantime."

"You just want to flash Alan and Lisa for a while," Tim snipes.

"Well I already enjoyed Audrey's and your presence this morning," Lisa says, winking at me, "And it looks like Alan is enjoying Audrey's presence right now. So let's just all enjoy."

Alan, who had been ogling the half of my pussy exposed below the tee, quickly looks away and blushes. And did he just turn to hide a boner?

"I'm not sure why she even bothers putting anything on when we're over here. It either doesn't cover anything or it comes right back off," Tim says, still somewhat grumbly.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who lifted her skirt and took off her panty last night during the movie," Lisa points out.

"It was in the way," Tim says, blushing.

Alan, with his usual sense for changing an uncomfortable subject, announces, "I never got to the store this week, so I am really scrounging. Waffles with either maple syrup or raspberry compote and bacon. I could make some hashed potatoes if anyone wants that or cook an egg or two. Sorry, all out of fresh fruit."

As I expected, another fabulous Alan breakfast.

He adds, "And the coffee is made, of course."

Lisa pours her cup of coffee and walks over to Alan and says, "You may give me a short passionate kiss."

Alan responds by wrapping both arms around Lisa and kisses her, briefly, before letting her go.

Tim is about to ask about the exchange, when I tap him on the arm and mouth "Later".

Soon we are eating my best breakfast since Alan scrounged one together last week.

Lisa asks, "So when is the great trip to meet the parents? How many of your sibs will be there, Tim?"

"We leave Saturday morning, at 8," Tim announces. "Frank has already met Audrey, so I don't think he will come up. And Hannah is clear across the country, so she is a no. Randy will obviously be there and I bet Julie and her tribe drive across the state for dinner on Saturday. We will leave right after Sunday dinner, so we will only actually be there about 30 hours."

Alan says, "We could all do dinner together on Friday instead of our usual Saturday."

I add, "With how early we are leaving, probably dinner and then back to his place for an early bed time."

Lisa says, "Audrey's next show is planned for the weekend after, and with you two moving that week, I think we need to define our boundaries. That Friday dinner seems like the right time to hash those things out. I think we need to be specific. Who can do what to whom? When and where?"

"Seems like a good idea," I say. "Tim and I need to talk this through before then."

"And we all get a week to change our minds," Lisa adds. "As much as I enjoy the shows..."

She pauses to ogle my privates again.

"And staring at my best friend's pussy most of the time we are here together, none of it is worth risking any of our relationships," Lisa finishes her point.

We all seem to be in agreement on this.

Once we are finished breakfast, Tim is a dear and heads back over to his apartment to get my bag. I figured we were going to make it back there last night since it was not a planned show night. I think he is probably right that we should stash stuff here for days like this.

Lisa is cleaning up and Alan is doing something in the study, so I decide to take a quick shower while waiting for Tim to get back. When I get out of the shower, my bag is there; I can get dressed a little more properly. Coming back into the kitchen, where Lisa is now sitting with breakfast all cleaned up, I ask her, "Any plans for the afternoon?"

"I have my art class at one today, so I should get my shower and change before too long. We're drawing soft curves today," she says, pausing at my snicker. "A rag doll and some folded cloth, not the curves you were envisioning!"

"I guess Tim and I will head back to his place. Thanks for dinner last night -- Rick's is wonderful -- and for the place to stay, and everything. And tell Alan he can scrounge meals for me any day. I will gladly pay in pussy ogling."

We both giggle and then give each other a hug.

"You coming, Tim? You can play Ghost another day."

Tim hurries out of the study and we head out the door, hand in hand.

On the way home, I say, "I have to tell you what my plan is for my next show. But only if you are okay with it."

"Sounds interesting..."

"I want to have Lisa do it with me."

"Is she okay with stripping for me? Is Alan?"

"The plan is for more than that. I was thinking a full lesbian show. And Lisa is up for it. And she says Alan is still considering, but she's pretty sure he's going to say yes."

"You two are going to do a full lesbian show? For me? Well Alan and me," Tim says, almost drooling. "Hell yes!"

I didn't think that would be a hard sell.

"Are you getting upset at me flashing Alan and Lisa so much?" I ask.

"I honestly don't know how I feel about it. It excites the hell out of me when I am watching you. And when I see them watching you, too. But that's a different kind of exciting. But it makes me very jealous at the same time. Of both Lisa and Alan. I want you to be all mine."

After a pause, he asks, "Have you heard of Candaulism?"

I shake my head no.

"It's named for a mythical greek king Candaules, who let his servant spy on his naked wife. She catches the servant and it doesn't end well. Candaulism is the sexual desire to show off your partner. I think I have it at least to some degree. It helps that you seem to want to be shown off, almost needing it. As much as I rationally trust you and Alan and Lisa, it still irrationally scares me. That I might lose you. I can't believe how quickly my whole life now revolves around you, around us really."

"That's why I think Friday night is so important," I reply. "We all have fears in where this seems to be going, almost out of control. Putting hard and fast rules in place means that we won't do things in the heat of the moment that we regret later. Things that can't be undone. And I think talking about it in the open can shine light into the shadowy places where our fears live.

"Lisa and Alan have been having similar issues. You know Alan is lusting after me. Lisa says he was definitely thinking about me when he was fucking her one night last week. That is hard on a woman's ego. I bet it would be hard on a man's too. But they made love later and that was all them. Her thinking is that Alan lusts after both Lisa and I, but he loves her. In different ways, I lust after all three of you, but I love you. And that trumps all."

We have reached the apartment building, but we stop outside and hug for over a minute before heading in.

"Is that what was up about the kiss thing this morning?" he asks.

"Oh, I never told you about that did I. Lisa and Alan had a big blow-up Tuesday night. That's when her kimono got the big rip in it. She threatened to leave him. They are definitely on the mend, but everything is on an explicit consent basis."

"That must put a damper on things."

"Well they had a totally chaste relationship for a few days. Once he was allowed back in the bedroom at all. But, as she tells it, it can be pretty sexy too."

"God, you girls do talk about everything, don't you," Tim says, "Do you tell her all about us?"

"Only the good parts," I say, grabbing his crotch.

"So tell me more about your family," I command, "My work persona insists on being overly prepared."

We chat about his family for a long time. And then I ask about where he has travelled. Not much more than me actually. Although I was a city girl and he grew up in a very rural area, we were both lower middle class, economically. Meaning we both had enough to eat, but there wasn't money for fancy vacations. I think I am going to like his family. I hope they like me. I will have to be on my best behavior for the weekend. But I am not going to bind my breasts or pull my hair back, like I do for work. Or wear those silly big reading glasses.

We talk about places we would like to travel. What we would like to see. He asks me if I want kids. Probably a good question to handle now, before the prospective grandparents do. Thinking for a moment, I answer, "Yes, but not very soon. I want more time for just us first."

After a while, we decide to do some grocery shopping. I cook us a simple dinner when we get back. Just a ham steak, scalloped potatoes out of a box and some fresh green beans. We should get Alan to cook for us all the time. Over dinner, I remind him of my trip on Wednesday -- he did remember.

After dinner, while he is cleaning up, a get a text from broke up with Frank yesterday. Coming up next weekend, maybe for dinner Friday.

"Well that could be awkward", I say to myself.

"What was that?", Tim half heard me.

"Have you talked to Frank recently?", I ask.

"No, why?"

"Lisa just talked to Mary. She broke it off yesterday. Lisa had told me it was coming. She and Mary have become friends. Mary is coming up next weekend."

"Well, we'll be at my folks, so we won't see her."

"She might be here for Friday dinner," I say.

"Alan can cook for five as well as four."

"Our discussion dinner," I remind him.

"Oh, that could be awkward."

"Exactly what I just said to myself when you asked a minute ago."

"Hold on," I say and text Lisa, She could be our moderator.

"I am suggesting using her as a moderator for our discussion if everyone is comfortable with it," I say.

"Would people be comfortable discussing our sex lives in front of her?", Tim asks.

I respond, "After you left that Saturday night -- and yes I know you saw Lisa naked that night -- Mary watched Alan eating out Lisa. Then she flashed Lisa twice the next day. And apparently Alan was lusting after her before he ever lusted after me. And you know I am willing to share my sexuality any time it doesn't threaten my career. Or us. So it's really up to you. But don't feel pressure. We need everyone to be open Friday night."

"Open and Frank?" he asks me, jokingly.

Then he continues, "I can see Alan lusting after her, although I never noticed. She seems to be a perpetual ball of sexual energy. I tried to keep my thoughts away from that since she was Frank's girl, and you know the whole don't covet thing, especially when it's your younger brother. And I can't see her running to tell Frank, which I think would honestly have been my biggest fear. Sure, why not."

My phone buzzes and I look down at a new message from idea, Tim okay with it? Will ask Alan now.

I says yes. Talk more about it at lunch

I turn to Tim and say, "It's been a really nice day, but I am ready for bed. I probably need to give my pussy a break from Ben. Just oral tonight?"

"69?" Tim suggests.

"yummm!"

I put an arm around him and pull him over to the bed and nudge him to sit on the edge of bed. I slowly start unbuttoning my shirt. But I leave it hanging open, my breasts barely visible through my bra, itself exposed through my open blouse. I now slide my pants off before taking a break to reach over and stroke Tim's crotch.

I turn around and slip off my panty. The back of my blouse mostly covers my ass, until I move or bend at all. Which I am doing regularly, giving him peeks at my cheeks and glimpses at the labia barely hanging down between my legs.

Still back to, I unfasten and remove my bra, leaving my blouse on. I know men always like this move. I slowly turn around. But my hands are now pulling my blouse shut at the bottom, mostly hiding my breasts and, what his eyes really seek, my pussy.

I pull the blouse open and let it drop. I am standing, fully naked, just beyond his reach. I take both hands and begin to fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples, bringing his eyes up higher momentarily. I let a hand fall down to my privates, which are visibly shiny with my juices that now lubricate them. I get so excited showing myself off to Tim.

I can feel how wet I am as my fingers wander through my engorged lips. I step forward slightly and reach my hand out to Tim, so he can taste my juices on them. I drop my hands to his waist, and reaching under his shirt, pull it up over his head, as he raises his arms obediently. He now raises his butt and I reach back down and pull off his pants.

Big Ben is now released and fully ready, an inviting sight. I lick all the way around the head before I swallow the top few inches in my mouth. As I hold it there, my tongue again works its way around the tip. Having completed its orbit, my tongue pulls back to lick along the back of the shaft as my mouth begins to work up and down.

I soon pull my mouth back, and nudge him. He realizes my goal and shifts himself into the middle bed, lying flat on back. I crawl around, straddling his head with my knees while my mouth returns to its previous pole position. Back to stroking up and down his shaft. I add a hand to help cover his monster.

Then his tongue reaches me. Ohh God that feels good. I momentarily freeze on his cock, needing to fully appreciate the new sensation, But soon I pour energy back into his pleasure, rewarding him for the pleasure he is giving me.

He reciprocates, plunging three fingers into my cunt while his tongue continues its magic spell on my clit. We spend minutes deliriously enjoying the sensations of pleasing and being pleased. I can fell he is about to erupt. I will not be far behind.

But he takes matters into his own hands, literally. He shifts from three fingers to his entire hand pumping in and out of my cunt while he brings his other hand over my ass, plunging his thumb into my hole. The combination is too much for me; I pick up my head and shriek while he continues his machinations on my lower parts. As I quiet down, so do his actions. His one hand is merely resting on my ass now, no longer penetrating my nether regions. He has reduced his other penetration back to three fingers, which now sit motionless in my cunt. And his tongue is gently licking my outer labia, avoiding my more sensitive parts.

I still owe him a climax, so I am back to stroking and sucking his cock vigorously. As I had sensed earlier, he is not far from his own orgasm. He groans and starts thrusting into my mouth, pumping me full of his cum. Once he has stopped his spasms, I lick his cock completely clean, then spin around to cuddle against his chest.

"Hey," I exclaim, "This was supposed to be a rest night for my pussy. No fisting me on a rest night!"

I poke him in the ribs.

"I love you," I coo as I close my eyes.

"I love you."

I awaken to the sounds of Tim in the shower. I am still sitting naked in bed when he steps out of the shower, naked himself except for the towel he is using to dry himself. God, is he ripped. And even mostly flaccid, his cock looks intimidating.

"I am going to karate straight from work, so you should grab yourself some dinner," Tim says, "Maybe Lisa and you can do something? You didn't get to spend as much time with her this weekend as you have."

"I'll check with her today, but I was eating most of my meals alone before this last month in paradise. I think I can manage one more. What time will you be home? I was hoping to spend tonight over here again, since I want to sleep at my place tomorrow night before Marty picks me up Wednesday early."

"I should be home around 8 I guess."

"Oh, I was thinking I will try to not flash anyone, except maybe you, until my next show. Hopefully, this will let you relax a bit. I don't think I'll be at the condo of sin much until then anyway and I want to be out of the habit while we are at your parents. That could be embarrassing."

"Not sure how my dad would react to being flashed," he replies, chuckling at the image. "But thank you."

He is now dressed and quickly eating the bowl of cereal he has poured for himself. I run over and give him a big kiss and a naked hug, saying, "I'm going to take my shower. See you at 8 -- I love you!"

"I love you too."

Work is pretty ho-hum, beyond the prep work for the trip. The itinerary is waiting for me

Wednesday

9:45 AM Freshen up.

10:00 AM meet at city hall with department heads

12:30 PM lunch at city hall with Mayor Sam Prinner

1:30 PM meeting with Economic Development Council Chair George Ames and City Planner Iris Benoit

3:30 PM meeting with city council president Trevor Hunt

4:30 PM dinner break

6:00 PM City council meeting

7:30 PM Drive back

I have done these follow-on trips before, usually on my own. I assume Marty wants to have a talk with me like he did with Lisa. I feel pretty confident that it will be good news. I have been here just over three years, the longest out of the five analysts, although we all started within about a fifteen month stretch. Sam, the partner I work with most closely, seems to be emotionally checking out over the last few months. He has mentioned he plans on retiring next summer. So I expect to take on more of his tasks, Senior Analyst? That would be nice.

When we first get to lunch, Lisa shows me her sketches from her class yesterday. I know next to nothing about art, but they look professionally drawn to me. She seems very proud of them.

The big topic at lunch is Mary. She is thinking about moving up here. She says too much there reminds her of Frank. She really had set her heart on changing him. Never a good bet for a woman.

We talk about her possibly serving as moderator. Taking notes at the very least. Working to back things down if anyone gets huffy or defensive.

We talk a little about what we want the guidelines to be. I would probably go for anything, but Lisa and Alan won't do that. I guess neither will Tim. I don't think I am going to be allowed to fuck Alan. Someday, maybe I will be allowed to try anal with him. Lisa really seems to enjoy that with him. No way is Big Ben getting in there.

I tell Lisa that I have told Tim I am going to try not to flash anyone until my show in 12 days. She laughs.

On the way back, she asks to make sure I have a copy of the economic development plan for the trip. She seems too concerned about how this trip will go. Does she know something? Or is she just transferring some of her neediness onto me?

I love Lisa dearly, but dang, she needs to grow a spine for some of this stuff and stand up for herself more. Both for her own sake, as well as for all of us around her.

I don't bother asking Lisa if she wants to do anything tonight. I think I probably need some alone time. I used to have too much of it, but now it might be too little. I head to my apartment after work and start thinking about packing. After dinner, I pull together some cooking supplies to take over to Tim's. This may be my last night cooking in this kitchen. His kitchen is missing too many tools and ingredients that I consider indispensable. He cooks better than poor helpless Lisa, but not that much better.

I put the kitchen stuff in my car and drive over to Tim's place to get there around 8. His car is already there, so I bring one load up to his apartment and ask him to fetch the other boxes. After his karate, carrying the boxes uses the remainder of his energy. I unpack things into his little kitchen for use for the next week, when it gets all packed up again.

Once that is done, we just collapse on the couch, cuddling and chatting about our days. I talk to him about the ideas Lisa and I were developing for Friday night. I neglect to tell him that I was fantasizing about getting anal from Alan.

The snuggling continues into bed, but neither of us seem to really have our heart into anything more tonight.

"Let's just cuddle tonight," I propose, "But make sure to wake me up early enough in the morning for fun. I need some intimacy between now and Wednesday night."

He nods and gives me a passionate kiss before we fall asleep with my head on his chest.

The bedding being pulled off wakes me from a sound sleep. And then I feel kisses start up the inside of my thighs. This is what I mean by a wake-up service. Tim rolls me off my side onto my back and gently spreads my legs. This gives him access to his prey, my pussy. He licks around the labia and then up the middle to give me a chance to wake up. He circles the clit a few times, before moving in for the kill.

I moan as my libido is definitely wide awake now. Tim continues to torture me with his tongue. He is obviously settling in for the long haul, eating me until my body can no longer resist the orgasm that is coming. When the breakthrough comes, I shriek and squeeze Tim's head between my thighs, although even this does not stop the relentless licking. That only slows as my convulsions do.

He then pushes me to roll over and pulls my hips up as he prepares to enter me from behind. I moan again, as the bulbous head of his cock begins to enter my still quivering cunt. He pushes on and Big Ben begins to fill me completely. Soon he is pumping feverishly in and out, as my canal expands around his member and contracts around the momentary emptiness. I know he is not going to last long, so I reach down to stay apace, rubbing another orgasm out of my clit.

I manage to time this one well, my cunt squeezing his cock just as it starts to explode. My moan harmonizing with the groan of his final release.

"Morning, love, time to rise and shine," Tim says.

"Seems like you already rose enough for both of us," I respond.

"I hope that will keep you satisfied sufficiently that you don't attack Marty on the drive tomorrow."

"Maybe a quickie can get me a big promotion -- you never know!" I snipe back.

"Okay I'm into the shower, a quick breakfast then into work. Are you here at your normal time?"

"Yeah see you around six tonight."

Work this morning is uneventful. As we walk to our regular lunch, I describe my plan for next week's big move.

"I am taking off Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday next week, for the move. All day Monday and Tuesday morning is to have everything packed. Tim has arranged for some strong guys to move the heavy stuff into a truck we are renting. Wednesday they help me move all that into the new apartment."

"Do you think you can take a break for lunch on Monday?" Lisa asks, "I want to hear all about your visit with Tim's family."

"I'm a little nervous about how much packing I have to do. We'll have to see."

Lisa suggests, "How about if I come spend Monday evening helping pack? I can bring some take out for our dinner. Alan can either come help or spend the evening working at our condo."

"That can work. Thanks! I will appreciate the help. I think Tim is still going to his aikido next Thursday night. Maybe we can have a girl's night housewarming dinner?"

"That would be fun. Let's plan on it."

Marty checks in with me mid-afternoon to make sure I am all set.

"Lisa suggested I wear something comfortable for the drive," I say. "Will I have time to change before the first meeting?"

"You can plan on it. I always put that in the schedule. So see you at 8:15. At your apartment?"

"Yeah, I need a good night sleep tonight," I confirm.

I work until it's time to meet Tim at his place.

Tim beats me there and we give each other a big hug when I arrive. We decide to slack tonight and go out for an easy dinner. We hold hands and chat about my trip tomorrow and our trip over the weekend. We make some references to the rule making dinner Friday night.

"Oh, I talked to Frank today," he says, "He seems more upset over Mary breaking it off than he has been for his previous women. Not sure that means he is willing to grow up and take on any responsibility, but it's a good start."

"It will be interesting to see how Mary is doing," I respond. "Lisa says she is talking about moving up here. Or going back down under. Right now too many things remind her of Frank."

Back to his apartment, we snuggle on the couch without saying much. Finally, I say, "About time for me to go back to my bed for a good night's sleep."



We give each other a long passionate goodbye kiss. I say, "This is one of our last nights apart. I love you."

"I love you."

With that, I head home for a night alone in my own bed. I think Monday night may be our only other night apart.

I took Marty's word for it and dressed in my comfortable clothes for the drive. I see his car pull up and I run down and start climbing in.

"You do look relaxed! And beautiful. I had forgotten how beautiful you are when you're not trying to be plain jane. Last time I saw you look like this, you were still in college," he says.

"I had forgotten we had met before my 'old bastard' encounter -- Lisa told me you knew him?"

"Yeah, we went to prep school together. As far as I know, you haven't called me a bastard, but you did essentially call me old, I will point out."

He continues on, asking, "What else did Lisa tell you?"

"That you said I had amazing inner strength -- thank you for the compliment.

"Oh and you were about to send me home with a vibrator if I didn't get laid, Did you really tell her that?"

"I might have said something to that effect. You were becoming unbearably bitchy before you got together with, um Tim I think Lisa said is his name. By the way, when are you going to let me meet him? Dinner sometime? Your choice, my treat. Alan and Lisa can come if he wants support. Lisa spoke very highly of him."

"I will have to talk to him, but we can make it pretty soon. I have never met anyone like him."

Marty responds, "Lisa said you are walking on air whenever you would talk about him. By the way, if you don't mind sharing, did that poker night end with a big bet?"

"Did Lisa say something?!"

"No, but you just confirmed my guess," he says chuckling. "You will need to become better at not being tricked into giving up info you are trying to protect."

I sit fuming a bit for a few minutes. Is he trying to embarrass me?

"Don't fume, I am not judging. You may not guess it now, as we have already established you think I'm old -- which you ARE right about. I was, shall we say, wilder in my youth. You have to realize, I went through puberty during the summer of love and was in college in the heyday of streaking."

He pauses and smiles for a moment, before continuing on, "I was pretty certain I was right before you confirmed it. But for your upcoming roles for the company, you really do need to be more careful. Think of it as a quick training session.

"Changing subjects, how are Alan and Lisa doing? She was mighty upset when I picked her up last week."

He really is damned good at being disarming. I can feel the anger draining away.

"They are doing much better. There were some rough moments, but they really do love each other. Neither is really capable of functioning without the other. Alan almost seems like an idiot savant in some ways. He is the most incredible genius I have ever met, And has other skills, like he is an amazing chef. He just seems to need to be dependent on someone. Lisa, on the other hand. Sometimes I wish she would grow a spine."

"You can help her find some of that strength, you know."

I nod and then say, "I have to ask you, who told you what about me from my wild days in college?"

"Felix Atcheson was the one who first mentioned you to me."

"Yeah, you dropped Dr Atcheson's name when you reached out to ask me to interview, I remember that. I asked him about you before the interview. Just to make sure you weren't just some old perv," I say.

"Did you ask him if I was?" he says, laughing, "I would have loved to have heard his response. If he had answered honestly, I'm not sure you would have met with me."

"No, I didn't ask my advisor if you were a perv. I just asked him if I should take an interview with you. He knew I wanted to work for one of the big firms. He just told me I should talk to you. That you were 'interesting'"

He answers, "Back to your question, he told me you were the hardest working and most gifted finance student he had ever met. He also warned me that you were, how did he put it, 'a unique individual and a free spirit'. He might of even told me you were 'interesting' as well. I was intrigued, so I had a long conversation with Rebecca Strohm about you."

"Who is that?"

"Rebecca was your Dean of Students."

"Oh I remember her. She brought me in a couple of time to chat with me. I'm not sure she approved of me. I'm surprised you still talked to me after that."

"Actually, she is quite fond of you. She said she was afraid you were going to start a riot one day. I should remember to give her an update on how you are doing. She certainly will remember you. You were the best student the college had had in almost a decade, but you were also one of the most problematic. I suspect taht if you were a mediocre student, they would have put more pressure on you by putting something official on your record about your behavior. But you got a bit of the star quarterback treatment. Rebecca would much rather put up with it in a star student than a star athlete. It's just a much rarer combination. Mostly in eccentric geniuses, more like Alan.

"Those chats that you remember were her attempt to gently push you to calm down. She really saw the potential in you. I probably would have talked to you based on Jose's recommendation, but after talking to Rebecca, you were my primary target for recruiting that year."

Hmm, I think. I had completely missed that from her. All I saw was disapproval.

After giving me a moment to digest that, he continues, "All that wildness is a part of who you are. I have been so impressed with your ability to suppress it all at work. That takes amazing will power. But it had to come bursting out at some point, especially given how frustrated you were becoming -- it was obvious you had no real outlet. That's why I had a pretty good guess about the ending of your first date with Tim. Rebecca had told me that you had a predilection to bet showing off your body on an impulse. That was her real fear for you.

"It's just as obvious that you have a release now. It's not just getting laid, you were never this comfortable in your own skin when you were hooked up with what's his name."

"Jack, good riddance. Lisa told me you didn't like him. I wish you had told me then."

"Well, we weren't ready to have a less professional conversation then. I am glad that you seemed to have found a release, with Tim, and, um, whoever else may be involved."

God, how much has he guessed about my sex shows for Alan and Lisa?

Sensing my fears, he continues, "It is none of my business as long as it stays private -- although an old perv like me would enjoy hearing the stories. But try to stay away from anything that would embarrass the company."

"Tim and Lisa have both been trying to help me find acceptable outlets for my exhibitionism. I just talked to Lisa's art teacher about modeling for her classes."

"Nude modeling I assume. That's a good idea."

He chuckles to himself and then says, "If you get a really good painting of you, maybe the company should buy it and hang it in the conference room. That would shake things up a bit. Some of our colleagues would be beside themselves trying to figure out if it was really prim and proper you. No one else, other than Lisa, knows your background."

I laugh at the idea. I am liking this new Marty.

"I am also glad to hear Lisa is taking art classes. I felt bad making her stop doing the drawings for us. She enjoyed it and has a real talent. But I can find artists. Her talent with revitalization plans is unique."

"Sunday was her first drawing class. She showed me her drawings. I thought they were good, but I know nothing about art. She is looking forward to next month, when she gets to draw nudes."

The discussion turns to the upcoming meetings for the rest of the drive.

The meetings go well. George Ames is really on board with us. Iris Benoit was supportive but disappointed that Lisa didn't make this trip. Lisa definitely has a fan girl.

Back in the car for the drive back, Marty looks over at me and says, "Does that hurt? I mean I don't have breasts, but I would think keeping them all pinned up like that would be uncomfortable."

"Actually it does get quite uncomfortable, especially on a long day like today. Would you be horrified if I loosened things up a bit?"

"Don't let me stop you."

I reach behind and unfasten my binding bra and reach under my blouse to push it off my boobs. Ahhhh, that feels better. And although he was trying to be discrete, I notice Marty watching me do this. I didn't expect to challenge my no flashing promise in the car with Marty.

Once I am settled in more comfortably, Marty turns to me and starts to talk.

"What I am about to tell you has to remain secret for the time being. About five years ago, I realized that we needed to bring fresh blood into the company. The other partners wanted to find more old school experienced consultants to hand things off to, but I thought Martin and company would become too stodgy like that. I sold them on finding a group of young rising superstars to build the future of the company and set about recruiting them. You were my first.

"Sometime in the next few months, Michelle, Javi, Lisa and you, will be promoted to Senior Analyst. Then next summer, the other partners will retire and, assuming we have not run into any issues, the four of you will be made full partners in the firm."



"Did you just say we are becoming partners? Oh my god, Oh my god." I am literally bouncing in my seat with excitement.

"Please calm down for a minute," he says, "It was hard enough not staring at your tits through your blouse before you got them bouncing up and down. Now I am way too distracted to carry on this conversation."

He smiles at me and I sit still.

"Only the partners know about this plan. And Lisa, as of 6 days ago. Just as I did with her, I have to swear you to secrecy until we make the announcements. That was her first test for her new role. It will be one of your firsts as well. You can tell Tim and can talk freely to Lisa about it now. But no one else in the company can know. Please do tell Lisa I told you -- she was dying to tell you last week. I am proud that she didn't let it slip."

"I knew the trip was good for her -- she thought you were going to fire her -- but not a peep. Can I text her now?"

"Yeah, but then we need to talk a little more."

I grab my phone and type away, He told me!!! You can keep a secret! I can't wait to talk to you more. Still talking to Marty

"So remember, you can't let this slip, even unintentionally. Remember the poker bet discussion on the drive this morning."

"Oh my god -- that's why you did that. I was really pissed at first," I say. "Oh, and what about Eddie?"

"We are already looking for a replacement so we can let him go, if he doesn't quit first. I suspect when the four of you get promoted, he will get the idea and walk. At that point, I need you and Lisa to pick up the Economic Development work until you can train the new person up."



"That's why you had Lisa working on it with George. That seems to have gone well."

"Yeah, she was amazing. It gave me the confidence to move forward. You were amazing today, too, by the way."

"Thank you." I am too excited now to even feign any modesty.

"I have to talk to you about some more of this. I will stay on part time for the time being, both to mentor the four of you and to continue to serve as president and chair. Although it is not formal yet and things could go south, I already view you and Lisa as partners. I want us to treat each other as friends and peers, not as boss and employee. I know you noticed the difference in the conversation on the drive this morning. That is the tone I hope we can maintain. Except around others at work for the time being. This is still a secret, remember.

"We are looking for one of you to step up to become the leader and become president of the firm. My money is on you, but you have work to do. We need Lisa to grow up a bit and allow all of her genius to flourish. You need to learn some impulse control. We certainly can't afford a big scandal with you as president."

"I am working on outlets to curb my urges."



"I know, and that's good. But I heard about the incident at the bar, too. No Lisa didn't tell me what you bet -- she is in awe of you for what you did in there, by the way -- but once again I had a good guess. Did you bet showing him your tits?"

I nod my head sheepishly.

"I know you are good at pool, but what if he was also really good. Or just got really lucky? What if he wasn't satisfied with just looking? The young beautiful president of a consulting company getting gang raped would be national news. What do you think the defense would bring up? We would have to fire you after that. And how dare you put Lisa at risk."

"I guess I just didn't think. In the pool hall, I fell back into my college days and the bet just popped out. I'm sorry."



"Don't be sorry. But don't let it happen again. I mean that, both as your boss and as a friend. That was stupid and reckless. We need more than that out of you."

We drive in silence for a while. It does not take long for my excitement to overcome my regret for my actions in the bar.

I ask Marty, "Can I text Tim about this?"

"I said you can tell him. Secrets are a bad way to start a relationship. But he has to keep it secret as well. And Lisa and Alan already know, so the four of you can talk about it."

I pull my phone back out, and text Tim: I have really good news for you. I can't wait to see you tonight. Be there soon. I love you.

I ask Marty to drop me off at Tim's apartment and I give him directions. When I arrive, I go running up to his apartment and give him a big hug.

"I have to tell you all about my news," I say excitedly, "But it's a secret from everyone but Lisa and Alan, okay?"

"So what is it?"

I kick off my shoes as I start to talk, "I'm about to get promoted to Senior Analyst. Lisa too."

"Congratulations!"

"That's not the big news yet. Next summer, we are being made full partners. And Marty is grooming me to become president!"

"Wow, that is amazing."

"Marty is treating me like a peer now. It's so different talking to him not as my boss. Lisa kept saying how amazing the conversation with him was and I see that now. And he knows me so well. He had guessed how the poker game ended. I think he has a pretty good idea of the sex shows we are doing for Alan and Lisa."



Tim is eyeing my unconstrained tits and says, "You didn't give him a show did you? I assumed you were joking about how to get a big promotion..."

"No silly, I unbound myself on the ride home because it gets to be very uncomfortable after a long day. I think I managed to not even flash him -- just like I promised. He did ask me to stop bouncing them when he first told me the news. I guess they were distracting him. And he did joke that he was an old perv. But don't worry about him. He is a darling and a sweetheart. He wants to take us to dinner so he can meet you. He says we can bring Alan and Lisa if you want support," I rattle off excitedly.

"I have something I need to talk to you about too," he says, almost solemnly.

He kneels down in front of me and pulls a small box out of his pocket. My eyes start to well up as I realize what is going on. I take the box and open it. A beautiful diamond ring.

"YES!", I shriek, "Yes I will marry you."

Tears are now streaming down my cheeks. Tears of joy. I slide the ring on my finger and wrap my arms around him. We kiss passionately.

"I love you so much. Oh my god, this is the best night of my life. I love you, I love you."

Tim is just beaming, looking a little relieved too.

"Can I tell Lisa?" I ask, "And then I want you to come fuck the shit out of me."

I grab my phone and text: He gave me a ring! We're getting married!!!!

As I lead Tim towards the bed, I can hear my phone buzzing back. She can wait, I have more important matters now.

Before we even get to the bed, I have his shirt open. I actually popped a button off in my hurry -- I will try to fix that in the morning. He shirks off his shirt and starts pushing down his own pants and boxers, so I focus on unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it off, along with the already loose bra. He yanks my skirt down and I push my panty off just behind.

We hug tightly, feeling our bodies press against each other until we fall onto the bed, still intertwined. Then I push him flat on his back and spring onto his chest, biting and pinching his nipples. From there, I kiss my way down his abdomen until I reach his manhood. I lick and suck and stroke his shaft until I need it in me. I slide back up him, and straddling his midsection, I plunge back onto him.

I let out a garbled scream, part pain, part ecstasy. Usually, I allow my cunt time to adjust to his girth, but I need him in me, all of him, all the way in, now. Before he can become concerned that I was injured in the forceful entry, I begin to rock back and forth vigorously. I need him to fill me with more than his big cock. I need to feel him shoot me full of his seed.

He has reached up and is roughly fondling my boobs. And he is starting to forcefully thrust up into me as I rock back onto him. Neither of will last long in this frenzied dance of intimacy that is playing out on his bed. Our bed,

I reach down and attack my clit. It only takes a moment of attention before I am shrieking in pleasure. And my cunt is squeezing his cock, begging for my reward. Tim's loud moan announces its arrival; he fills me overflowing with his cum, lubricating his movements and leaking out of pussy.

I collapse on his chest and we kiss, holding each other tight, his cock still impaling me. Our lips take only brief pauses to express our undying love to each other before becoming attached again.

I finally break off the kisses and slide down against his side, releasing his mostly deflated dick from the grasp of my cunt. We snuggle closely and begin to chat.

I ask, "When do we want to get married? What kind of wedding? It's going to take a lot of planning."

Tim answers, "I don't know on when. Not this year, for sure. Next year? The year after? To be honest, I need to restock my savings a little bit after that sparkly. You getting a raise will help I guess."

"Do we need a church wedding? My mom would have insisted on a catholic marriage, but I think my dad would be okay with whatever we decide. What about your parents?"

"I think they will be fine with anything."

"We will need to start an invitation list. We both have big families, so it is going to have to be a big wedding. 150 people?"

He replies, "We need to find a location, so we probably want to start looking at possibilities. My understanding is that booking locations can take a long lead time."

"And we need to pick best man and maid of honor. I have not really thought about it yet, I guess Lisa or my sister Mary for me. Alan or Frank for you?"

"I hadn't thought about that yet either."

I reach down and stroke his cock that is starting to stir back to life, saying, "You ready for round two yet?"

He rolls me over onto my back and starts nibbling on my nipples; his hand begins to stroke my pussy, giving extra attention to my clit. I continue to stroke Ben, feeling it grow to full stature.

After a moment, he reaches down and spreads my legs and brings his cock to the entrance of my pussy. Rather than the desperate plunge in our earlier sex, Tim now slowly pushes into me. My cunt is still stretched from earlier, so he slides in more easily than often. Despite the lack of resistance, his fucking is slow and easy, in and out. We revel together in this slower pace, replacing our earlier animal fury and lust with our love. That love is as much a part of the room and our existence as the oxygen we breathe.

These emotions grow with each thrust. In and out. Our bond grows stronger. In and out. My heart grows. In and out. In and out. Finally my body can take no more and I explode in a great climax, losing all sense of space and time. It is me and my love for Tim and Tim, together but alone in the universe. Slowly, the material world filters back into my existence and I find myself lying there, hugging Tim, the love of my life.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"That was the most amazing orgasm I have ever had. I have never done any hallucinogens, but that is what I imagined them being like. Wow! All that existed was you, me and our love."

I add, "Did you even cum? I was completely away for a while."

"I'm fine. And I love you, too."

We fall asleep snuggled in each other's arms.