Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 11 of 14 Sebastian, a highschool senior, is in a
living hell.  Denied the touch of both his true love Elaine , a sexy older
woman, as well as Ethan, his more-than-best-friend, and Elaine's son, he
suffers.  He is able to resolve his differences with Ethan and reconnect
with Elaine but in the steamy heat of lusty passion, things are said and
choices are made that have serious repercussions and unforeseen
consequences.  It is a hot, sexy story filled with emotional turmoil and
the meaning of true love.  Written in my trademark purplish prose style, it
is approx 16,000 words and story coded Rom May/Sep MF, Rom MM, Voy



   Chapter Eleven

   Rain.  Rain from the palatial Majestic Hills mansions to the concrete
walled shacks in Woodrow.  It felt like it was raining all over the world.
The dazzling bright Blue Bay cityscape was reduced to a blurry smudge as
the raindrops sleeted in dense torrents.  Depressed, I leaned my forehead
against the passenger side window, watching nebulous watercolored figures
in motion, smeared ultramarines and obsidians scampering about to get
inside.  No clutches of students talking and or with their heads buried in
their books on the front steps today ~~ almost everyone had an umbrella and
they were rushing, head bowed before the downpour, toward the front doors
of Saint Thomas.

   "Are you going to Ethan's today?" my mother asked as she stopped the car
as close as she could to the front entrance.  We had gone out to lunch
earlier, an unmitigated disaster, uncomfortably stilted conversations
marred by jittery silence or one of her endless social contacts jarringly
intruding.  She sensed something was going on in my life, her description
of `amiss' grating to me, but I was very reticent to include her in
something she in no way was prepared for.  She was disturbingly close to
it, asking one time too many why I was spending so much time at the
Lunsford's.

   "No." I answered shortly, grabbing my own umbrella off the floor,
reaching impatiently for the car door handle.

   "Is there something going on, Sebastian?" she asked in that anxious
voice that was just so irritating at that moment.  "You haven't gone over
there all week."

   I snagged the handle of my bag, glaring accusingly at her.  "First I'm
over there too much and now I'm not over there enough ~~ are you ever
happy?"

   Her genuinely hurt look made me stop and sigh, feeling a little guilty.
"Thanks for the lunch, okay?"

   "Stay dry," she said in a small voice as I opened the passenger door and
struggled with my umbrella.

   "Bye, Mom." I shut the door and fell in behind the rest of the students
who were trying to make it as fast as possible into the school, scrambling
with one another for position in the herd.  One of them crushed my hand,
the umbrella falling from my grasp and instantly mangled under a dozen
clomping feet.

   "Fuck this!" I announced to no one and the entire world, throwing elbows
to free myself from the jostling horde.  I immediately began running,
without purpose or destination, ran until my muscles were screaming and my
heart burned in bleach but even that chemical fire of physical pain
couldn't distract the excruciating agony I felt.  I knew my clothes must be
sopping, my hair plastered to my cheeks, and maybe to the casual observer
it looked like my cheeks were moist from rain but in truth I was crying
with the anguish of my broken heart.

   I was near the point of collapse from physical exhaustion when I found
my heedless sprinting had, in fact brought me in a circuitous route back to
my own car.  Unlocking it with my violently shaking fingers proved quite
the task and it took me nearly a minute before I was inside, soaked to the
skin, curled up in the fetal position and sobbing.  From the moment Ethan
had screamed, "I hate you!" until this one, it had felt like things were
moving in geological time.  All week, I felt trapped in some intolerably
barren ice age ~~ it was that arctically cold.  Life without my best friend
had proved awful, but life without the woman I loved, too!?  It was beyond
unbearable.

   How long I sat there, feeling miserable, I can't guess, but when I
finally stopped snuffling, I noticed the condensation from the sultry
heated air was so dense it was literally dripping off the windshield and
that, strangely enough, my clothes were pretty much dry.  Shrugging it off
as just one of those things, I backed out of my parking spot, drove out of
the lot and turned on the street leading towards home.

   With vague thoughts of playing myself off as ill to my mother, which was
true if you considered I was sick at heart, I was about to turn off onto my
street but couldn't resist the torment of driving by the Lunsfords.  It's
pathetic but my heart started tripping in my chest as I made that sweep
past that weird old colonial and ... there it was, in all its majesty.  But
my heart really thundered in my chest when I saw her Dajais Foxx in the
driveway.  Our `all clear' sign!

   When I walked in the front door, I gasped.  Just being in the house
again was like coming home and my heart felt swollen and tight in my chest.


   "Ethan?" The sound of Elaine's voice emanating from the kitchen made my
heart lurch.  "I'm in here, sweetheart."

   For those of you who have never been in love, you can't understand the
rush of emotion I felt seeing her, perched on top of a stool at the center
island of the kitchen.  A huge bowl of cold pasta sat in front of her as
she sipped a glass of red wine.  She was wearing a brand-new fitted blouse,
cut in some ways like a high-necked tank but featuring three-quarter length
sleeves, and made of a sumptuous high thread count cotton.  I'd seen the
stretch pencil skirt, slim to the knee, slit to the thigh, and even those
designer strappy heels she loved to wear for no reason at all, but they
perfectly complimented her new top.  Not that I noticed anything, really,
but the goblet freezing in midair, the rim nudging her lower lip, her eyes
growing wide as soon as she saw me, the only sound from her a tiny "oh,".

   "Elaine," I choked out, my lower lip trembling under the weight of the
word.  My vision grew fuzzy and I willed myself not to cry.

   Next thing I knew, she was there, her arms around me in a tender
embrace, telling me how much she missed me, reassuringly telling me that
everything was ok.  I believed her because I trusted her, loved her.

   "Sebastian, you're shivering," she suddenly said, pulling back to look
at me and squeezing my hands.  I realized that I was still trembling
although inside, I felt warmer than I had all week.

   "We need to get you fed," she decided, leading me over to the granite
island and handing me a fork.  I didn't think I had much of an appetite but
surprised myself by digging into the bowl and starting to wolf down the
spicy dish in great bites.

   "A little hungry, are you?" she teased, her lips quirking as she poured
me a glass of wine, laughing at my feeding fervor.

   "I guess I am," I smiled, watching her settle on the stool next to me,
appreciatively taking the goblet she offered.  After swallowing a healthy
gulp of chardonnay, I leaned in and gently kissed her.  "Thank you, love."

   "My pleasure," she nodded, taking the fork back from me.  As she speared
into the pasta and took a small bite, her free hand caught mine, our
fingers interlacing, fitting as though they were made for one another.

   We ate in comfortable silence, alternating the fork between one another,
me loving the way her dainty fingers squeezed mine as much as the beautiful
pink flush that had formed on her chest and rose to her cherubic cheeks.

   Finally, Elaine drew in a long sigh and tossed the fork into the bowl.
"We have to talk about Ethan." Rubbing her forehead, she said, "We can't
leave things hanging like this in this ... this damned limbo we're stuck
in."

   I'm sure the flash of gut-wrenching pain I suffered must have played
across my face.  "How is he doing?  Is it safe for me to see him?"

   Turning, she leaned her elbows on the island.  "Ethan will be fine.  I
believe the worst of the storm is over.  If we can ride out the rest of the
rough waves, I think we'll all make it.  For him, it was just the shock of
him walking in on us." I felt another sharp pang but she countered with a
crooked smile crossing her lips.  "At least you aren't his mother.  God,
Sebastian, I wanted to crawl in a hole." She chuckled and tossed me a
sideways glance.

   The smile on her face faded just as suddenly as it had appeared and I
could only imagine how ugly it had gotten afterwards.

   "What happened when I left?" I asked quietly.

   She shrugged noncommittally and I felt a defensive wall rising up.  "Not
a lot.  Words were exchanged."

   "Damn it, don't do that!" I had gone from pensive to pissed in the time
it took her to reply.

   "Do what?" She was honestly shocked.

   "Pull the `I'm the older woman and there are certain things that I just
won't share with my teenaged lover' routine.  " I paused, drawing a heavy
sigh.  "Look, I understand you are Ethan's mom and there are certain
dynamics to that relationship I can't be privy to.  But we keep acting as
if the elephant isn't in the room.  I just want to know what happened, and
I want you to tell me.  All of it, okay?"

   Elaine looked at me, a strange bemusement in her eyes.  "Well, score one
for the sexy, hot-tempered stud sitting next to me." Then she stopped, a
genuine respect and nodded to me in assent.  "You're right.  I'm sorry.  I
promised you I would treat you as my equal, no matter how hard it may be."
She took a deep breath.  "He was angry, no doubt about it.  He sulked for
two days, then on that third day he really vented his rage.  Spouted on and
on about how could we do this to him, how could we treat him this way."

   I felt my righteous anger slip away, replaced by that smothering sadness
that had been draped over my life the last week.  "He's hurt.  I know that
you understand that not only have we become intimate lovers, we are true
friends like we guys rarely are to one another.  We've told each other
everything, and I do mean everything, about what's going on in our lives
for close to twelve years.  I know he's got to be beyond furious I never
mentioned being attracted to you."

   "Why would you?" She asked, staring at me.  "No matter how close you two
are, no matter that I am his mother, that isn't a subject open for
discussion.  Some things are better kept private."

   "I know."

   Elaine shifted on the stool to fully face me, lifting her hand almost as
if to show me my large fingers with her smaller ones.  Another one of her
gorgeous smiles tugged at the corner of her mouth as she said, "Can I make
a suggestion?"

   "Sure."

   "Give it just another day or two.  Let him get the rest of his anger out
of his system, then go talk with him.  He'll still be hurting, but when it
comes to Ethan, as I'm sure you know, he finds hurt way easier to deal with
than anger." She stood and came around behind me, wrapping her arms around
my waist.  "In the meantime, my sexy man, I'm sure we can think of some
ways to keep busy."

   Lifting my arms around her neck, I angled my head to give her greater
access for her kisses.  "You're insatiable."

   She whispered, nuzzling into my ear.  "And pretend you don't love it,"
before running her wet tongue seductively along my earlobe and down to my
shoulder.

   Turning, I faced her.  She inventively stood on a rung of the barstool
and nosed into my cheek.  "I want you so bad, I can't stand it."

   The impassioned words made me melt and I kissed her, my lips meeting
hers, our mouths sultry wet heat as our twisting tongues bumped.  It was a
deep, long, meaningful kiss that spoke volumes, the inflammatory sensuality
making her crush her thighs into my loins.  I squeezed against them,
rocking the lengthening bulk of my cock against her.

   "I missed this so much," I whispered hotly, thrilled to hear her pant as
I moved my hands under her loose blouse, touching skin.

   "I know." Elaine murmured raspily.  "I missed you too, Sebastian."

   "I can't stand not being with you." She had tilted back and I took
advantage by slipping my hand under the waistband of her dress, tugging
insistently at her panties.

   "I know, I know," she breathed.  Drawing a shaky breath, she reached
between us and rubbed her petite hand over the distending bulge in my
crotch, incensing my desire for her.  There was too much ~~ far too much ~~
fabric separating us and I strained against it especially when she started
to fondle me, creating a delicious friction.  I made a move to dip into her
panties but to my surprise she stopped me, seizing my wrist in her fingers,
then pulling my hand up to kiss it.  Curious what she was up to, I watched
her, following the path her kittenish tongue started to make ~~ teasing
little circles over my palm, then tracing up toward the pads of my fingers.
Her lovely face was lit up with naughty delight when she took my index
finger into her mouth and provocatively sucked upon it, rolling her
tonguetip around the nail, her eyes looking boldly upwards.

   "Elaine," I blurted, fascinated by the outlandishly erotic image of my
finger disappearing rhythmically into her luscious mouth.  "Oh God."

   And then we crushed together again, heatedly kissing and tantalizingly
touching, the sibilant sounds of our hungry mouths and groping hands lost
in the thunder of our heartbeats.  Mindless with insurgent lust, I grabbed
her plush ass, hoisting her up, pulling her in towards my aching crotch,
and she wrapped her legs around me as I brusquely shoved her up onto the
kitchen counter.

   "Please, oh, please," She whispered needily as I moved my hands under
her billowy shirt, rubbing her chubby nipples through the lace of her bra.
A shuddery moan slipped out of her when I eased my free hand under her
dress and glided my thumb moved over the seam of her panties, feeling both
her silken wetness and her throbbing pussy, a thick pulse between her legs,
through the diaphanous material.  Catching her in another steamy kiss, she
wantonly moaned into my mouth, rocking with the titillation of my hands. 
She unsnapped and unzipped me quickly, deftly wiggling her hand in, finding
the thick, hard length of my cock and salaciously rubbed it.

   "Oh baby." I cupped her hairless mound and squeezed her pudgy nipple
hard as she lewdly tugged on me.  "Oh fuck."

   "Yes!" she whispered, nipping tauntingly at my neck.  "Fuck me,
Sebastian." The harsh sound of the crude obscenity, coupled with the raw
intensity of her need, was sinfully erotic and I stared at her, my eyes
searching hers, wondering how this wicked she-devil and my precious angel
could possibly be the same person.  "Please!" She shamelessly begged me,
squeezing my engorged cock, making me twitch in her caressing hand.  "Fuck
me, right now."

   I groaned, breathless, and pulled back, sucking down oxygen.  The fiery
pulse between my legs was almost too much to bear.  "Elaine ... where?"

   "Anywhere," She moaned, panting and squeezing her trembling thighs
together, straining and arching against me, wanting more.  "Oh God,
please..."

   "Okay," I panted, sliding my hands out of her disheveled blouse and
dress.  I had a vague notion of taking her up to her bedroom but I was
feeling dazed with the dizzying intensity of my own vertiginous lust. 
"Let's go."

   We moved off of one another, stumbling out of the kitchen, down the
hallway and up the main staircase.  But when we got to the top, she
abruptly leaned in to me.  "I want you to fuck me, Sebastian," she purred
nastily into my ear, wanting to tempt me.  "I want your big cock inside my
wet little pussy."

   "Oh Elaine," I hissed, whirling around to face her.  "God, I want that,
too... you have no idea how much."

   She didn't reply, her eyes burning bright with her fiery yearnings. 
Instead, she deliberately pushed her hand into her skirt, fingers blatantly
rummaging under her panties, along her sex, and then lifted her glistening
fingers to my mouth.  She libidinously rubbed her honeyed juices there and
watched me, looking like a sexy temptress, as I tasted her spicy heat on my
tongue when she slid her finger between my pursed lips.

   "Then, show me how much," she seethed, peppering me with desirous
kisses, straddling my leg and brazenly humping her crotch up and down my
thigh so I could feel her there and how much she wanted me.  "Please. 
Right here!  Right now!"

   Before she could say anything else, I pressed her roughly into the wall
with a low grunt, her face tilted up to me allowing to harshly take her
mouth.  She let out a broken whimper, both from my plundering kiss, our
mashing lips slippery still from her wetness, but also my hands moving over
her all at once.  After pushing the top of her dress fully down, shoving
her bra out of the way, I used my hands to cup and knead the pliable
buoyancy of her breasts, abrasively thumbing her rotund nipples to
hardness. She gasped when I lowered my mouth down to them, lapping and
nibbling the corpulent nubbins while I dropped one hand down into her
skirt, feeling the bodyheat emanating from her long before I even reached
her mound.  I knew she was achingly aroused by the way her shaky breath was
coming faster but she was already so wet that the chiffon of her panties
was sticking to her fleshy folds.  Peeling the imbrued material off, I
parted her soft vulval lips, probing deep and slipping inside of her
juiciness.  She moaned softly against my neck as I began to fuck her,
plunging my fingers up into her, making her clutch me, rocking, wanting
more.

   "What the ~~ Holy fuck," Elaine cried out as I let go of her breasts and
knelt on the floor, unceremoniously lifting her skirt and tugging her
bikinis to one side.  She opened her legs as wide as she could for me as I
proceeded to gluttingly lick and suck her clean-shaven pussy, probing my
squirmy tongue deep into her gooey channel before moving up and down in a
zigzag pattern through the choice, pink folds.  I pressed my hands against
her creamy thighs, trying to open her up even more, and she accommodated me
by wrapping one leg around my shoulder, allowing me better access.  She
tasted so damn good that I just couldn't help moving my tongue up and down
her lush groove, plunging into her pussy whenever I needed to drink her
deliquescence, before tracing a path up to her needy clit.  Whenever I
tapped against that sensatory nubbin, she loosed a keening cry.

   Not wanting to indulge her innate craving to rush straight towards the
crescendo but instead to allow her to savor the luxury of a hedonistically
leisurely indulgence, I retreated from her clitoris and concentrated my
cunnilingual efforts upon her glabrous labia, first one, then the other,
their velvety, blood-fueled texture exciting me so much I began making soft
growling noises.  I wasn't the only one exhilarated to sonant
articulations: when I raked my teeth over the supreme softness of her
delish cunny, the erotically rasping pleasure made Elaine moan in her
mounting delirium.  And when I ossified my tongue into a hard fleshy spear
and lanced it back into her gooshy cunny, sluicing it in and out of her
hole as I spread her cushiony buttcheeks with my hands, she began
frantically moaning and rocking her gluttonous pussy in her crazed lust
against my uptilted face. .

   "You want to come for me, baby?" I asked, looking up at her, delighted
to see she was cupping her voluptuous breasts, pinching her jutting
nipples, making the oral-inspired sensations even more intense.  "I want to
taste your cum in my mouth."

   "Oh yes, oh God, yes," she cried out jubilantly as I covered her sex
with my gorging mouth once more, suckling on her clit in deliberately short
siphons and then teasing it with my twirling tongue.  "Faster," she begged,
arching, rocking with my ministrations, and I knew her climax was rushing
toward her so I increased the tempo of my roiling tongue.  I stayed right
there, knowing how much she wanted it, how much she needed it, twisting my
fingers into her steamy pussy for an added thrill and beginning to
squishily pump her as I lashed my soft, wet tongue relentlessly back and
forth over her hot clit until she was panting with wanting it.

   I knew Elaine been holding onto it, waiting for it for so long, but now
she couldn't hold back under the sweet torture of my scourging tongue. 
"Oh, God!  I'm gonna come!"

   I groaned, ceaselessly lapping at her, aggressively finger-pumping her,
curling my index finger up to tap her special spot harder and more.  Just
when I thought she couldn't stand another moment, I sensed a violent
tension seize through her loins and knew her crisis was upon her.  I
removed my fingers and covered her spasming cunny with my feasting mouth,
drinking her, swallowing her as she came with an ululating squeal on my
face.  Anarchic spasms of tumultuous bliss made her shudder all over with
the insurgent force of her rampageous rapture, heedlessly crushing the
sopping wetness of her pussy into my nose, cheeks and lips as she thrashed
through the maelstrom of her cyclonic ecstasy.  I didn't mind in the
slightest, loved to be the one to give my beloved Elaine this mind-blowing
orgasm, adored feeling her sensuous body bucking wildly with the iridescent
sensations lighting her up from within.  And I can't say I was surprised to
discover that finding that drinking the two squirts that gushed into my
mouth, feeling her girlcum slide down my throat, only intensified my thirst
for her.

   Elaine was still trembling when I rose back up, hungrily kissing her,
enjoying the fact within a few moments my insatiable lady was sucking on my
tongue.  Her hand slid between my legs and, finding my hardness under the
thick material of my pantsl, grazing her pretty nails over my crotch then
lasciviously rubbing there, squeezing my cock straining under the layers of
fabric.  Her audacity sparked something inside me and, with the ferocious
swiftness of a whirlwind, came lust.  Dark.  Sudden.  Total.  I drew back
with a snarl, yanking my trousers and boxers down with my trembling hands
so hard it sent a stray button flying and pinging on the floor, rolling to
lie forgotten in a corner as I freed my raging-hard cock.  It stood
straight out a like heat-seeking missile, pointing right at her loins,
knowing just where it wanted to go.

   She was gaping at my obscenely engorged erection wobbling ponderously
between my legs as I took the two steps that separated us, roughly grabbed
her and, before she even had time to protest, pinned her hard against the
wall and plunged my tongue demandingly deep into her mouth.  She gasped at
my sudden dominance, an alpha male in heat claiming my mate, then
submissively slid her arms up around my neck and yearningly arched against
me.  I could feel her heart pounding heavily beneath my hands as I groped
her surging breasts.  A thousand beats a minute.  Like my own heart,
stuttering in my chest.

   "I'm going to fuck you so hard," I growled, aggressively spinning her
round, twisting her arm behind my back and holding it there.  I moved my
other hand to her plush tummy, pulling her jiggly ass into my crotch as I
propelled her forward with my body.  I felt crazed, drunk with intoxicating
desire.  It was crazy, to want her this much.

   If Elaine was protesting against this rough treatment, she made no sign,
the only noises coming from her soft, breathless sounds.  Releasing her
hand as we neared the wall, she had to thrust her palm up against the paint
to brace herself, the motion knocking a framed picture off its brackets. 
Dimly, I heard a clatter of glass crashing to the floor, but I didn't care.
All I cared was that she was sizzling hot under my hands, already wantonly
moaning.  I was all instinct now, mind disconnected from body, all hips and
hands and mouth and loins, as she moved beneath me.

   Impatient, frenzied, I fumbled at her tapered waist, managed to
brusquely shove her dress high up to her waist, and tugged her panties down
just enough so I could probe between her sleek, fat lips peeking between
her smooth thighs.  I drew my head back for a brief moment, trying to pull
in air, trying to grab at the last vestige of self-control, when she
insolently reached between her splayed legs and pulled me back to her.  And
I was hopelessly lost.

   "Oh, don't," she cried out, wiggling back against me when I bumped the
bulbous glans along the underside of her juicy split.  "Please don't
tease... put it in me."

   "You want it?" I rubbed my cock up and down her honey-drenched sex,
pushing up to purposefully tickle her clit.

   "You know I want it!" Elaine had her hands pressed to the wall,
spreading her feet even wider and looking back over my shoulder at me. 
"Look at me!  I have my dress bunched up at my waist, my tits swinging
free, my naked ass up in the air, my long legs in strappy heels spread wide
on the floor just like a porno girl.  I look like a slut, and I feel like a
cock-hungry slut.  I want your big cock, I want you and I can see how much
you want me, too, in your eyes, the way you look at me!" She tilted her
hips back for me and for affect and pressed back, nudging against the
blunted tip until it was right there.  "Fuck me, Sebastian ~~ fuck your
slut's tight little pussy as hard as you can!"

   I groaned at her lingual debauchery then, moving my hands to her rolling
hips for leverage, drove the steel hardness of my cock into the succulent
heat of her sweet cunny, discovering to my delight that our bodies were
perfectly aligned, perfectly fitted for this.  She gasped at the thick,
throbbing invasion, her greedy pussy tightening around my beefy bulk,
reveling in the decadent sensation.  She was more than ready for me, her
pussy already sopping from the tongue lashing I had treated her to before
and as I hilted myself within, bottoming out in the mouth of her womb, her
back arched for more, internal muscles squeezing me in her need.

   "Do it!" She rocked, undulating her lower torso, swizzling the plum that
was immersed inside her.  "Hard!"

   Grabbing her hips tight, digging my fingers into her malleable flesh,
pulling her ass back against me so she didn't have to take all the weight
on her arms, I started to move, burying the full length of my cock into her
trembling flesh again and then again, and soon we had worked up to a rapid
rhythm.  Finally I abandoned control and began to pump, letting my
instinct-driven body do what it needed, our perspiration-dotted flesh
slapping wetly together.

   "Harder," Elaine hissed, meeting my every drubbing thrust by pressing
back into the saddle of my hips and lasciviously grinding there.  She had
one hand pinioned flat against the wall to maintain her balance, but her
other hand had stolen between her legs to rub her clit as I thumped into
her.  "Oh fuck, Sebastian, do it harder."

   I did, grunting in response as I hitched her legs further apart so she
was completely open, completely exposed to me, her reserved pussy now
gaping wide to accommodate my size.  I was hammering into her with
triturating strikes, slamming into her so hard that it took her breath with
each assaultive lunge, the sexual violence leaving her gasping, but she
still wanted more.  My rapacious minx couldn't get enough!  I knew I was
driving so deep it must almost hurt but, not wanting to think of that, I
closed my eyes and lost myself in her slick warmth, letting the dulcet
sound of her unblushing ecstasy at being taken with such intemperate
passion wash over me.  Buffeting in and out of her close-fitting channel, I
was thrilled to feel her nectarous juices start to spill out around me,
glazing me, adding to the sybaritic sensation.

   "Oh baby," Elaine moaned in single syllables in-between staccato pants,
that sweet, delicious heat spreading through her lower tummy.  "Oh please,
come on, do it, make me come again!"

   I didn't hear a word she said, focusing on fucking her and fucking her
and fucking her, endlessly.  I felt like I no longer had a brain, no heart.
Just a growling mouth and a ramrodding cock, connected by raw nerve tissue.
It wasn't enough.  It couldn't be enough.  I was drowning and I wanted to
drown inside of her.  To that end, I shoved a hand crudely between her
outstretched legs and, knocking her own hand out of the way, dragged the
pad of my finger over her clit.  Large and ripe, she was swimming with
desire.  I didn't pinch but tugged on it with the same bestial force I was
fucking her with, making her scream.

   "I'm gonna come!" Elaine squealed with joy.

   I could sense the typhooning sensations tornadoing up inside her, stormy
blisses rising up like a thundercloud even as I continued to barbarously
ravish her most tender flesh.  The dual intensities became too much to
suffer and her boisterous orgasm blustered through her defenseless body,
tempestuous ecstasy mauling her from within.  Her plundered pussy, already
wet and hot, gushed a torrent of sweet girlcum and she let out a cry unlike
anything that I had ever heard escape her throat before, her screeching
dying away into little half sobs.

   Convulsing with her spasmodic euphoria, her cunny clamped down on me
with such ferocity I howled and rushed to pull my bruised manhood out. 
Without a single thought but my own raging needs, I took Elaine by the
shoulders, boorishly spun her round then shoved her to her knees so that
the fat knob of my poling cock was bumping her nose.  She said nothing,
just docilely took me into her mouth, making me pant as she took several
inches of my dauntingly thick erection, its beefy girth stretching that
sweet rosebud mouth.  Immediately her dexterous tongue was swirling around
the head, her lips sucking at me hungrily, tasting her own perfumed pussy
and my tangy pre-cum mixed together.

   "Suck it, baby." I sadistically pulled her hair, not because I knew she
liked the sting pain, which she did, but because I had some dark,
unexplainable need to.

   I was rewarded by another inch or two disappearing into her suckling
mouth and a moment later I felt the subtle pulse of another droplet of
pearlescent precome well into her mouth.  The taste must have pleased her
because she took yet another inch, the bulb now brushing intermittently up
against her uvula.  My eyes, which had been distracted by the sensuous sway
of her sumptuous breasts, now traveled up her kneeling body, searching her
beautiful face and finding the choleric lust there irresistible.  She had
begun zestily working me with her mouth, making soft wilding sounds, and
throat muscles, flattening her cushioning lips, her wicked tongue like
liquid fire as it stroked the sensitive little spot just beneath the
tapered crest.  The raw pleasure from it incensed my animal needs, making
the primitive hunger burn brighter, hotter instead.

   "Damn, your mouth is hot," I grunted, my hands still kneading her hair
firmly, using it solely for my selfish pleasure.  "Hot and sweet.  Suck
that cock, Elaine.  Show me how much you need it, how much you want it."

   Another hot bead of precome.  Oh, she really liked that because she
began wolfishly devouring me, her stretched lips making sloppy noises as
she voraciously fellated me.  Her steamy mouth was working on me with wet
precision, ambitiously taking the full length of me into her velvety throat
with that incredible deepthroating skill she had mastered, drawing my
aching balls up to the base of my erection as I gritted my teeth to fight
the impending explosion.  I egoistically did not want it to end.  Not yet.
It was too hot, too much diabolical pleasure, her esurient mouth moving on
my engulfed manhood so nastily, snug and tight, her flagitious tongue
flogging me past the threshold of insanity...

   With my rational sense of reason obliterated, I pulled on Elaine's hair
so that she had to look up at me, her pupils were large, black, the irises
a light blue rim.  `Is that shock in her eyes?' I thought, then did not
care because I had to let her know that this was to remind her that not
only had she chosen me but I also claimed her as my own.  That thought
brought a flash of fulgurating heat and everything inside me melted,
bringing the liquescent sensation all the way down to my toes.  I abruptly
withdrew from the wet suctioning of her lips, marveling for a split-second
at the contrast of the sinewy brawn of my cock with her alluringly feminine
features, then roared out as the first creamy ribbon splashed wetly along
her cheek and nostril.  She only flinched that first time but remained
remarkably serene, head uptilted while I descended into the gurging
whirlpool of vortiginous ecstasy, my gyralling bliss punctuated in fast
rhythmic waves by several more fountaining spumes that splattered along her
flushed face and her outthrust waggling tongue.  It was only when the last
ejaculatory surge spouted weakly out that she took me in her heated mouth.

   Drowning in roiling sensations, the aftershocks of my near-cataclysmic
orgasm astonishingly vibrant in their fiery euphoria, I could only stand a
few moments between her nursing lips before I stilled then, completely
drained of energy, toppled to my knees, holding her tightly, both for
balance and comfort.  Elaine's arms loped protectively around me and I
buried my face in the hollow of her delicate neck and felt all the
selfishness and greed drain out of me, leaving me replete and sated
and...ashamed.

   It was when I felt the viscous fluid dripping from her cheek onto my
naked skin that brought me to a paralytic stock-still, panting hoarsely,
internally numb, consciousness returning.  With a vengeance.

   I carefully loosened the death grip I had on my beloved's rib cage and
slowly and warily disentangled myself, thinking, `Oh, my God, what have I
done." Now that sanity had returned, I opened one eye cautiously, then
closed it again.  But I had seen enough.

   The hallway was a shambles.  A Chinese porcelain vase that had been
filled with lotuses was now tipped over and now that I was fully conscious
I could hear the steady drip, drip of the water on the floor.  The
recherché flowers had been trampled and their crushed petals lay scattered
over the impressionistic painting lying on the carpet, the bare canvas
mixed with the shards of glass that had previously encased it.  Her bra was
lying on the floor, soaking up water and her blouse ~~ brand-new and
beautiful, I thought with remorse, knowing how much she had liked it ~~ lay
in a corner, torn asunder.

   I held her tightly, dreading the return to sanity.  I dragged air into
my lungs, wondering if I had even managed to breathe while I had taken her.

   `What happened to me?' I worried in mounting despair.  I had become like
a mindless animal.  A ravaging savage.  She was the one, bright, clean
thing in my life and I had pounced on her like a hog in rut.

   "I'm sorry," I whispered.  I wanted to bury my face in the tousled mane
of her perfumed hair but that would be the coward's way out.  I drew my
head back and looked her in the eyes.  "I'm sorry."

   To my astonishment, Elaine had already wiped herself mostly clean.  At
first I assumed she had used a stray piece of cloth but then I noticed her
eyes were dreamy as her thumb and forefinger scooped up a remaining smear
of my seed and popped it into her mouth.  "Creamy," she assessed.  Then she
looked at me quizzically, my words registering.  "You are?"

   I kissed her forehead, hating myself for marring her mature beauty with
such crude vulgarity.  "I hurt you," I murmured with heartfelt regret.

   "You did?" Elaine frowned.  "I don't think so." She cautiously wriggled
her fingers and toes.  "Everything seems to be in working order."

   I brought my hands to her face and cradled her.  I looked down.  She was
flushed, eyes too bright.  Her petite mouth was swollen from my demanding
kisses.  "I disrespected you," I said, my voice a haggard whisper, full of
regret.

   "Oh, Sebastian, because you came on my face?" She looked at me, eyes
searching.  "No, sweetie, I quite enjoyed that." She paused, gave me that
crooked smile.  "What, you think I don't notice you drinking me down when I
squirt?  This is no different, not to me anyway." She giggled.  "You boys
think we are so breakable.  I have to tell you, I found it incredibly sexy.
It was like you were my male animal and needed to mark me with your scent
to warn off all other rivals." An impish look crossed her elfin face and
she suddenly brought her fingers to my mouth, offering me a taste of the
distinctive exotic flavor of fresh girlcum.  "I rubbed myself off again
while you were squirting on me.  Bet you didn't know that, did you?"

   "Can you at least concede that I used you?" I asked, overwhelmed in my
emotional state by this sensuous woman.

   Sensing my inner turmoil, Elaine brought a hand to my face, soothing,
moving her thumb over my trembling lips.  "No, no I can't beloved." She
smiled, beaming from the inside.  "You didn't use me.  You needed me, as a
man needs his woman.  There's a world of difference."

   With that we kissed, tender, sweet, our hearts surging with love.

   * * * * *

   We shared a shower together, not speaking for the longest time, just
nuzzling and embracing one another under the warm flow cascading over us.
Eventually we started to lethargically move, Elaine taking the lead. 
Rubbing the soap between her hands to produce a rich foam, she stroked her
hands over my shoulders, chest and abdomen in a soapy caress.  She was most
thorough when it came to my penis, lathering it with long, sure strokes,
endlessly fascinated by its every swell and hollow.

   "That's enough, baby," I groaned.  "Your turn now."

   She handed over the soap, then turned away from me, bracing her hands
against the wall.  I trailed my wet hands trailed over her back and
shoulders, leaving behind smears of bubbly suds, then across her breasts. I
fondled their plumpness for a moment, fingers slipping over and around her
soap-slicked nipples, hearing her release her breath in a shaky sigh.  Then
I glided the soap between her legs, cleansing her, before lathering her
ass. In the warm, sudsy water, my fingers glossed easily up and down the
fleshy rear cleft, tapping against her nether hole.  Elaine gasped, sucking
in a mouthful of wet air, and I knew then she was hoping I'd replace my
finger with my hard cock.

   Instead, I backed away.  That was one intimacy I wanted to share with
her in a special time and place.  This was neither.  "Time to rinse off."

   We washed the clinging soap suds away, then turned off the water and
stepped out of the shower.  I toweled her off, the brisk chafing serving to
cool her arousal, and she returned the favor while drying me.

   Three minutes later I was dressed and ready to go and even after
cleaning up the mess in the hallway, I found Elaine had done little other
than to slip on a gauzy kimono that did little to actually cover.  She was
currently sitting at her dressing table, eyeing her reflection critically
in the high-polished mirror lit to a dazzling brightness by the dozen light
bulbs around it while sorting through her vast array of cosmetics she had
in perfectly aligned rows.

   "It's as if Alessandro Airio were going to war," I joked, referring to
the famed Italian fashion designer.

   "That would strike fear into most soldiers' hearts, now wouldn't it?"
She laughed, gesturing to her girlishly-shaded bottles.  "Seeing so many
men in color-coordinated outfits, ready to pounce."

   "Is he your favorite designer?"

   "For dresses?  Absolutely!" She glanced over, saw one of the many purses
she stored on a nearby table.  "Now, that sexy evening clutch on the other
hand, that's a genuine Christophe Demianoff."

   "Evening clutch?  I thought that was a purse."

   She laughed.  "No, I don't own any purses.  What you're probably
thinking of is my handbag.  That, on the other hand," she explained,
pointing at the Christo-whatever, "is an evening clutch.  And the cute
number next to it, a Delphine Melisande keepall."

   Just looking at it, that sophisticated-eclectic embossed leather
confection, I just knew it was exorbitantly expensive.  "I can't even guess
how much you spent for this in one of those designer's boutiques down on
Chorreros Run

   "Not as much as you might think, Mr.  Smarty Man," she retorted, swiping
a powdered brush over her cheek.  "And I bought that bad girl in Dakota."

   Dakota?  Jesus, that was a notoriously rough neighborhood.  Oh, it
wasn't a ghetto like Jefferson Down's or Woodrow but it was still pretty
damn bad.

   "Dakota??!!  Why in the hell would a fashion designer have a sho..." It
occurred to me as sudden as a slap to the face.  "Wait a sec.  You went
down to a place like that for a knockoff?"

   "Knockoffs are what they sell in Times Square," she righteously huffed,
her blood up.  "That is a quality replica.  There's quite a difference. 
It's all about the quality of hardware, embossed, well-sealed, good weight.
You men have PlayPen magazine; I have the Zannipolo Ferri look book."

   "I'm not one of your girlfriends.  I know that underneath your bed you
have both," I jibed.

   "You know what I mean.  I think every girl, deep in her heart, dreams of
one day owning a Jachowicz, the medium hobo with a single non-adjustable
buckle strap, no matter how much she may make."

   "But that's what I don't understand.  Don't take this personally,
Elaine, but you could have anything you want.  Is saving a few bucks worth
the risk of being mugged or jacked in a place like Dakota?"

   "When it comes to Jachowicz, Ferri and Melisande, unequivocally yes. 
And every time one of my bags passes off as the real thing, when all my
friends are paying through the nose on Chorreros Run, I win." She paused,
looking at me reflected in the mirror.  "It's the thrill of the kill."

   "Do you hear yourself?  `Thrill of the kill'?" This was a whole new side
to my baby, one that, quite frankly, left me completely mystified.

   "It's a girl thing.  You guys just don't get it." That wicked sparkle
glinted in her eye and I cringed, knowing my tart-tongued lady was about to
throw some high heat.  "It's like us girls trying to understand why you
guys love your balls so much that you gotta play pocket pool all the time."

   "Oh, that's not fair!" I protested, my voice sounding defensively
high-pitched, even to me.  "That maitre d' was too nosy.  And, besides,
whoever heard of a female maitre d' anyways?"

   Elaine laughed.  "Normally I'd call you a sexist pig but I know that
even the French don't have a term for them, simply calling them the femme
maitre d''.  And I also agree she was awfully inquisitive about us." She
looked in the mirror and I could sense those insecurities about our age
difference threatening to rise up.  "I guess we're just going to have to
get used to it," I said reassuringly and was rewarded with a grateful
squeeze.

   We both heard it at the same time ~~ footfalls on the stairway.

   "Oh, Jesus, not again!" Elaine leapt to her feet "How can he be early
again?"

   "He's not," I hissed, gesturing to the wall clock.  "Time flies, and all
that."

   She jerked, grabbing her clothes, the abrupt motion causing the
loosely-tied sash to give way, her breasts falling out.  She pushed them
back in, the tiffany silk of her kimono doing little to cover her
voluptuousness.  "I can't let him see me like this, not with you." Her eyes
were darting this way and that, then she rushed over to the linen closet.
"Stall him.  Distract him.  I'll figure out something." The door to the
closet clicked closed.

   "Hey, Mom, are you there?" A soft rapping on the door and Ethan's voice.

   My heart was thundering in my chest as I walked over towards the door,
looking frantically for any incriminating evidence.  I didn't see any but
in my agitated state I suspected I wouldn't have noticed if there had been
a rabid orangutan sitting by the sink.  My heart was in my throat and I
flinched as I grabbed the doorknob, mentally preparing myself for another
crushing punch to the face.

   Ethan's eyes snapped open and his fingers balled into fists the moment
he saw me.  "Sebastian.  What are you doing here?"

   No screaming, though the icy chill in his voice definitely scared me.  I
could see his brain working at a fevered pace and knew just how precarious
this situation was.  "I came so we could talk.  Please, Ethan."

   My best friend's handsome face was a turmoil of disquieted emotions:
suspicion, ire, shock, sorrow all raging with one another.  "You choose to
talk to me.  Not at school where you see me every day but at my house."

   The arctic tone he was using was now terrifying ~~ it felt like the
eerie calm before impending violence.  He was shaking and I desperately
wanted to put my arms around him but knew I couldn't do anything worse than
that.  "Ethan, believe me, I never meant to hurt you.  I need you to
understand."

   He looked me up and down, his wary expression morphing into disbelief.
"Understand what?  Understand you've seduced my mother?  Understand you
never said anything to me about wanting to?  Yes, Sebastian," his voice
becoming progressively more emotional, accusation now dripping off every
syllable.  "Please help me understand."

   "God, Ethan, it wasn't like that." I couldn't help shaking my head.  It
was going to take a long time for him to understand this, even longer to
accept it.  But, as the Chinese say, even the journey of a thousand miles
begins with a first step, though I admit I was still having trouble meeting
his denouncing glare.  "I will say the truth and that is I never seduced
your mother.  But I'm not going to sit here and point fingers and say who
did what.  The how is not important." Raising to meet him eye to eye, I
said, "It's the why that matters."

   We stared at one another like two wolves and I fully expected him to
haul off and slug me again.  But then I saw it ~~ a glimpse of the selfless
heat our friendship had kindled, that we had shared as teammates on the
playing fields and as best friends in our lives in general, that had
kindled into passionately burning flames during out sultry lovemaking in
that storeroom beneath school.

   Ethan waved his hand back and forth as he purposefully pushed into the
bathroom and strode toward the sink.  "You're talking in circles,
Sebastian." Whirling around, he leveled an angry gaze at me.  His
hurt-fueled rage had already simmered down to anger, leaving him far from
serene but I was no longer worried he could lash a fist out at me at any
moment.  He wasn't stewing on his emotions as he had been.  I wondered why.
"What do you mean, it's the why that matters?"

   The worst of it was over, I convinced myself, but I still consciously
forced myself to appear tranquil, to focus on what was most important here.
"The why is very important.  Why?  Because she listens to me.  Why? 
Because I've never met a more amazing person in this world.  Why?  Because
without her, life goes on but there is no color, no flavor, no music, no
soul, and that is not a life I want to live.  I could go on and on with a
list of whys."

   Recognition flashed through Ethan's stormy eyes, only to be quickly
replaced by exasperated irritation.  "You're too young for her.  God, it's
like my best friend's making my mom a cradle robber."

   I refrained from laughing at the absurdity of the statement.  "Age is
just a number.  And she's not robbing the cradle, Ethan, unless you call
Erica one too."

   I immediately regretted that one.  An atrocious cliché followed by a
weak variation of `I know you are but what am I'.  Not my finest rhetorical
moment

   "It's nearly thirty years Sebastian.  Thirty years.  And don't you dare
try to be a replacement of my Dad." He gave me a look of undiluted scorn.
"I bet in reality you're just an infatuation to her.  If you think it's
more than that, you're setting yourself up for a broken heart."

   I knew the words were meant to hurt me, were said in spite.  But my
first thought was for Elaine, that she had to hear such cruelty, that they
would wound her, and that was what really hurt.  But I also noticed that he
recognized the truth of my love for her in his reference to my broken
heart. It was that knowledge that gave me the strength and courage to
ignore his hurtful comments as I crossed the room and leaned on the sink
next to him.  "Did you know she knew about the two of us within a week of
our first time in your room and said nothing?  Accepted and loved us for
who we are and the choices we were making?  That, even in that knowledge,
we have never had anything remotely resembling a `him or me' conversation?"


   Humiliation flushed Ethan's face.  "You're lying."

   A deep, heavy sigh escaped my lungs.  "No, Ethan, I'm not.  I've never
lied to you.  Don't you see?  This isn't just some weekend fling between
Elaine and me.  We've fought our feelings for each other for more than two
years."

   Ethan stared at me for a long moment, pondering, considering, before
lowering his gaze to the patterned tiled floor.

   I hitched my hip against the sink and forged on.  "I'm sorry I've hurt
you.  I'm sorry I wasn't more up front with you.  But you have to know this
wasn't something I could have easily come to you with."

   "You could have tried.  You could have confessed to this two years ago
or whenever your feelings for my mom came."

   I shook my head.  "No, I couldn't.  Think with your head, not with your
heart for a moment." I sighed once again.  "It was something I had to go
through on my own.  I was in love with my best friend's married mother, so
I hid my feelings for Elaine from everyone.  Including myself." Ethan
huffed out a sarcastic chuckle.  "Especially myself." I returned my focus
to Ethan.  "I couldn't have acted on those feelings then, no matter how
strong they were.  My friendship with you meant something to me, almost as
much as it means to me today.  So I dealt with it the best I could. 
Alone."

   Ethan, clearly dazed by what he was hearing, reached out with a shaky
hand for a glass, poured himself some water, then took a long, deep pull,
draining it in one gulp.  "I don't know, Sebastian," he admitted, rubbing
his forehead.  "I'm not comfortable with the thought of you and my mother
being together."

   "I know.  And I hope in time, you'll come to realize how much Elaine and
I mean to each other." I grabbed hold of his hand and was thrilled to find
him not draw away.  "I'm not going to stay away from her because you're
uncomfortable.  Elaine fulfills me, Ethan.  And that's something every man
needs in his life."

   Ethan's tension eased, the furrow in his brow lessened.  "Then you
should do it.  Be with my mom.  If it makes you both happy, then who am I
to say it's not right?"

   I hugged my best friend.  "Thank you, Ethan.  I know you don't like it,
but it means the world to me that you accept it."

   After a second, he hugged me back.  "Oh, man Sebastian, I missed you.  I
was so sure we were being punished."

   "Punished?" I drew back from him and frowned.  "I don't get it."

   "Everything we did, Sebastian," he explained.  "Watching porn, how we
were having sex with each other, me making love with Erica..."

   "That was punishment?" I smirked.

   "No, those were my sins." He refilled his glass and drained most of it.
"You and my mom together ~~ that was my punishment."

   I leaned back against the sink, stunned.  "Oh, Ethan... no..."

   "Yeah, that's what my mom said, too." He snorted, drank the rest of the
water.  "But Erica ... well after I confessed everything that had happened
to her, told her I was being punished for all the bad things we've done,
she calmed me down."

   Putting my hands to my cheeks, I shook my head at him, flabbergasted.  I
always knew he took the Catholic Church's dogma a little too close to
heart, but this was far beyond anything he'd ever said before.  "Ethan...
first of all, why would God punish you for what... what I did with your
mom?"

   "God works in mysterious ways." He sighed.

   "But not in that way.  Look, I feel awful for hurting you." My cheeks
were burning again.  "Believe me when I tell you I didn't mean for it to
happen.  I can't explain it, and I don't have any excuses."

   He rolled his eyes.  "You sound just like her."

   "Who?" I shook my head, thinking he must mean Erica.

   "My mom," he replied.  "That's just what she said... except then she
told me that she was in love with you."

   My heart somersaulted in my chest.  "She did?"

   "Yeah." He sighed.  "My mom in love and fucking my best friend.  And
then me and Erica ..."

   Realization dawned on me.  "Don't tell me... you're in love with her,
too?"

   "Yes," he whispered miserably and I couldn't help but take his hands in
mine.  "Sebastian, you're like my brother... we've been best friends
forever..." "I know," I squeaked, feeling unshed tears welling up.  "I
don't want to lose you."

   He sighed.  "I don't want to lose you, either."

   His hands squeezed mine, his eyes searching my face, his lower lip
quivering.  "I love her, Sebastian.  I really love her..." He slid to the
floor and I followed, holding him tight.  "I was going to tell you, have
you meet us that afternoon at her place.  And then I saw you and mom and I
was so mad at you..."

   "I know." My hand moved a strand of hair off of his cheek.

   "I wanted to hate you," she went on.  "I wanted to hate you both ~~ but
I couldn't.  I love you too much.  You know that, right?"

   "I do now," I choked out, stroking his hair, his back.  "I love you,
too, you know."

   We drew back and when I looked into Ethan's eyes I found an empathetic
expression on his face.  This was a man who understood me despite our
differences, who acknowledged and was accepting the emotional complexities
of our changing relationship as I was learning to as well.  In the end he
accepted me for who I was and in return, I did the same with him.

   We had enjoyed a mutual understanding for years, and I think we now both
appreciated it more than we ever had before, recognized we would need it
for years into the future.

   Ethan celebrated the profound beauty of our resurgent love the way only
another man truly can ~~ by wrapping his hand forcefully around my neck and
smashing our mouths together.  The sensual shock of his emphatic kiss
caused me to open my mouth in surprise, which apparently played perfectly
into his plans as he drove his wriggling tongue right into my mouth.  Damn!
My token resistance was just that ~~ a momentary struggle with some
nebulous shame I couldn't quite put my finger on as my clamorous body
reminded me it had been two whole weeks, an eternity, a lifetime, since I'd
lost myself in my best friend's hungry masculine kiss.  My willpower
vanished as the satiny heat of his pouty lips glossed against mine,
tempting, taunting, demanding a response.

   I gave him one; our mouths meeting in a furious kiss that was a
fiery-hot, soul-deep, deliciously-wet meshing of lips, teeth and tongue as
I thoroughly devoured what I'd been denied, what I'd secretly craved these
last sixteen days.  When he shamelessly groaned in my mouth, the vibration
traveled down my throat straight to my cock.  My instantaneous hard-on was
the invitation Ethan sought and he ratcheted the kiss up to a fierce
intensity.  I instinctually matched my exhalations to my best friend's
broken breaths, countered the brazen swipes of his sinuous tongue with
tender suction, quickly found that well-practiced lover's rhythm until even
the thumping of our hearts seemed synchronized.  The sensual assault of his
ferocious kisses filled something in me that I hated to admit had been
empty ... which the linen closet definitely was not...

   "Stop." It was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do, my physical
desires having been kicked into high gear, sliding into that lusciously
dark homoerotic desire.  But I simply could not do this to Elaine so I
broke away, knocking Ethan's grasping hands free.

   His eyes were glittering, a crimson blush touching his cheeks.  "You're
right.  Too uncomfortable in here.  We can do it in mom's room, maybe watch
a movie!"

   "Noooo!" I groaned.  "That's how this all started."

   He raised his eyebrows.  "What do you mean?"

   "Me and your mom." I flushed at the memory.  "That's how... we
started..." I shook my head.  That was really none of his business.  "No, I
...Don't.  Just...don't."

   Sensing my frustration, if not completely understanding it, Ethan gently
rested his forehead against mine and retreated into silence.

   The radiant heat of our bodies, the strange situation, the swirling
confusion, the hypocritical deceit, the smoldering passion, the recent
anger, the unspoken guilt, all vertiginously swirled in my dizzying head
until I didn't know which way was up.  Unable to squirm either closer or
away, damn near unable to breathe, I squeezed my eyes shut and gave in,
leaning against my boyfriend, just for a moment.

   Finally I dredged up a semblance of sanity.  "I love her, Ethan.  I'm
not with Elaine because she was my second choice."

   He stared at me.  "I know what you're going through.  I'm deeply, crazy
in love with Erica.  Why do you think it hurts me so bad, my love?"

   My love.  That simple, seemingly innocuous endearment could prove to be
my undoing.  That and the treacherous deception Elaine and I were a part
of. It wasn't lying but I feared that could prove to be our undoing.  But
what choice did I have?  The tension-wracked pause lingered for forever
before I said, "I simply can't do this."

   "Denying yourself something you want is unhealthy," he teased.

   "I don't deny myself anything.  You know this and that should tell you
that I don't want this." I couldn't look him in the eye as I told him that
big whopper.

   "Look at me."

   I shook my head.

   "Goddammit, Sebastian!" He grabbed my shirt.  "Look.  At.  Me."

   Heart thumping crazily, I pulled back and caught the dark-eyed gaze
that'd haunted my dreams since the day we'd gone from best friends to
something way more.

   "We were always better at fucking away our problems rather than talking
them out, eh?"

   No hint of a smile graced either of our faces.

   "Neither one of those is an option now." I angled my head and
impulsively kissed his rough palm before stepping back.  But I'd forgotten
Ethan's sheer strength as the bigger man halted my retreat.

   "Do I really need to remind you how good the last few months have been?
Our naked cocks rubbing together as we rolled on that creaky little bed
until we exploded?  You don't remember how hot and wet my mouth felt
sucking every drop of creamy cum from your tasty cock?  You don't think
about how deep I reamed that tight asshole of yours as you bucked and
begged me for more?"

   Graphic flashes of our previous debauched encounters made it impossible
for me to move away.

   "That one time in the maintenance room off the lockerroom, listening to
the guys horsing around in the shower while your ass, cock, and balls were
spread for my taking.  Jacking each other off in the silence during
halftime of the Bishop O'Dwyer game because we couldn't wait another second
to be together.  That burning need for a hot fuck or a sexy suck from a man
who knows exactly how you like it ~~ is any of that ringing a bell?  Or is
it making you hard as a railroad spike, Sebastian?  Because I remember how
hot you burned when I talked dirty as I was fucking you."

   "Stop," I breathed, my voice weak, wavering.

   "You don't want me to stop, you stupid, stubborn bastard." Ethan snarled
and devoured my mouth in another possessive, bruising kiss.  He trapped my
face in his large hands and inhaled my whole mouth like a scrumptious
banquet.  And for the longest time we remained there, plastered
body-to-body in a deep lip lock, reacquainting ourselves with the sirenic
urgency of denied desire and endless, unstoppable kisses.

   I was the first one to pull away, gasping at the sheer ardor of the
electric moment.  I rested my forehead to his, feeling my entire body
shaking, but oddly pleased to feel him almost as affected, clutching my
arms as the breath sawed in and out of his lungs.

   When he regained some semblance of control, Ethan lifted his head and
faced me with a devilish smile.  "Let me have you first.  I'm gonna suck
you off right here." I wanted to protest, I honestly did, but my only
physical reaction was that my abdominals tensed with anticipation and my
mutinous cock twitched against its confining zipper.  There was something
cowardly in my assumed paralysis, acting as if I was an unwilling
participant as he quickly undid the buttons of my shirt before sending it
sailing over my head.  He flattened his palms on my pecs and held them
there for a second before slowly sliding his hands to the contours of my
ribs, landing solidly on the bowl of my hips.  His mouth nudged against
mine and amidst openmouthed kisses he murmured, "I want to keep kissing
you. I want to keep touching you."

   "I'm good with that." So much for my coerced-into-it defense.  That
fleeting notion melted under the beguiling sensation of rough-tipped
fingers roving down over my naked skin while he dropped to his knees in
front of me.  His fingers went to my belt and I was mesmerized by the
jerky, impatient action as he slid the leather strap from the loop, yanking
the buckle away.  He popped the button on the waistband, watching my face
as he struggled lowering the zipper, distorted by my hardness within.  With
the fabric sides separated, he impatiently tugged my trousers down past my
hips, loins and thighs to my knees, leaving me in my black boxer briefs.

   Kneeling submissively in front of me, resting his arms on my thighs and
gazing up into my eyes, those expressive orbs sparkling, Ethan reached
forward, the palm of his hand brushing deliberately provocatively against
my crotch.  I reacted, naturally, drawing in a harsh breath when his
knowing fingers curled around me, stroking my cock through the clingy
cotton.  And then the strangest thing happened.  My mind was suddenly
filled with thoughts of Elaine, how she would touch me.  Her.  I wanted
her. Yes, I sat here with her son fondling my penis through my underwear
but really I wanted Elaine.  Imagined it was Elaine's slim fingers stroking
me, instigating my most animal desires.

   Tiring of this extended foreplay, he impetuously dragged my boxers down,
leaning back to allow me to toe out of them and kick them away.  I was now
standing naked in front of him, my cock fully-engorged, my face flushed,
waiting and wanting, thinking about my true love.  But it wasn't Elaine's
touch, drawing her petite thumb across the mushroomed glans, smearing the
pre-come that gathered there, that sent libidinous thrills jagging through
me.  It was large, rough fingers that held me firm, a distinctly male thumb
that grew sticky with preseminal fluid.  And it was firm masculine lips
that tickled the coarse hair on my thighs, back and forth in an erotic arc
until I trembled.

   Looking downward, I found Ethan gazing adoringly upwards, the obeisant
position making his luminous eyes appear enormously large.  I ran my right
index finger affectionately over his strong jawline.  "So obedient," I
murmured croakily, rotating my right hand and cupping his jaw.  When I used
my left hand to position my beefy rod in front of his mouth, those pale
lips opened and he looked up at me for direction.  Brushing the sticky
glans over his plush lips, I grunted, "You want to suck it, man, you're
going to suck all of it.  But start with the head."

   Acquiescent to my wishes, he bent his head, wrapped those cushiony lips
around the blunted tip and drew me in.  A guttural groan escaped us both,
the sensorial shock of that warm, wet heat enclosing the sensitive skin
causing my lusty cock to jerk against his top teeth.  I hissed at the bite
of pain but Ethan concilatingly kissed the small nick before he licked the
immersed bulb.  First with just the fluttering tip of his frisky tongue,
barely there featherings of moist velvet intensified by his shallowly
panting breaths drifting over the wetness, invoking little chills to race
from the nape of my neck to my tightening balls.  It made me close my eyes,
letting my imagination run wild.  I envisaged Elaine kneeling before me,
her pretty head dipping rhythmically over my lap, her pouty pink lips
wrapped tight in a satiny embrace around my fat cock.  She would cup my
scrotum in the palm of her hand, juggling my balls between her fingers,
auburn hair tickling my thighs and her sibilant moans would make my entire
body stiffen in preparation.

   Ah shit, I could come right now just thinking about it.

   I heard a noise that distracted me from my erotic daydream of my
beautiful beloved sucking my cock.  Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and at
first saw nothing, assumed it was nothing.  Then I heard it again, a small
creaking, the distinctive sound of wood on wood.  It would have been easy
to miss it, the slight shifting of the cedar louvers that made up the upper
portion of the door to the linen closet but knowing Elaine was secreted
inside I was attuned to it.  Naturally I assumed she was looking to close
them, but my heart thudded when I realized she was adjusting the slanting,
overlapping slats so that a series of narrow openings appeared at their
longer edges and I thought I could detect the silhouetted outline of her
upper torso in the shadows.

   In retrospect, I should have been disgusted, should have found this
flagrant disregard of morality and barefaced flaunting of basic human
ethical behavior utterly repulsive.  But the reality of Elaine watching us,
vivid eyes glowing feral as a cat's in the veiling darkness, had my cock
rivaling concrete for hardness.  I glanced down at Ethan.  Shoulders thrown
back, eyes closed, hand reaching up between my legs and squeezing my
pendulous balls, lips stretched around my hefty endowment.  So handsome. 
So willing.  So not Elaine.

   I abruptly withdrew, leaving Ethan gasping, warning, "No ass play.  No
more stroking my balls.  Your mouth on my cock, your hands on my thighs."

   "Whatever you want."

   "Open wide." I snapped my hips and slid my jutting shaft in halfway.  A
resonant moan reverberated up the length of my engulfed cock, then he began
to move, his head bobbing, dynamic tongue licking, plump lips sucking.  It
didn't feel good: It felt amazing!  Ethan, through those months of
practice, now had seemingly every fellating trick known to man up his
sleeve and the practical knowledge of how and when to use them.  He
anticipated my every move, his fervent mouth tightening, thirstily slurping
along the entire length of me, up and down.  When I urged him to go faster,
he increased the rhythm without hesitation, eager to please me.

   Clutching his head, I snapped my hips, bullishly driving my cock all the
way in his saliva-slick mouth.  Buried balls-deep in that sweltering wet
heat, I came to a standstill, giving myself permission to indulge my
senses. Ethan's lips were stretched taut around the thickset base of my
chunky organ and his cunning tongue incitefully stroked the tender
underside of my burly stalk.  The sweet warmth of his muscular body
radiating from beneath his clothes and the illicit knowledge that Elaine
was probably stroking herself while voyeuring us whetted the fiery need to
create that explosive friction until I was pulling back with the intention
of slamming deep.

   But a rebellious Ethan wasn't ready to release me.  He sank his teeth
warningly into the hard flesh, just enough to keep my randy manhood in
place, digging his fingers into the tops of my tremoring thighs.  Being
denied made me growl my frustration I absorbed the clashing sensations, the
rapturous succulence of being so exquisitely sucked contrasting with the
beaming flashes of refulgent pain, all swept along the ocean of
deliquescent pleasure that was the liquid heat inundating my cock as his
nursing mouth filled to overflowing with saliva.

   Finally he swallowed, allowing the chubby plum to smoothly slide into
his welcoming gullet.  The subtle movement constricted the glossy muscles
around the blunted dome and sent a breathtaking shockwave rippling into my
balls.  He paused, allowing for a mouthwatering buildup that had my cock
throbbing with zesty anticipation before he swallowed again, this time with
even more gusto.  The resultant galvanic upsurge nearly brought me to my
knees and I groaned my enchantment, sliding my hand tenderly down Ethan's
handsome face, sweeping my thumb affectionately across the hollowed section
of his cheek.  My best friend's eyes glittered with that same overriding
need and I wondered if Elaine could see that...

   Curling my hands around his head, I yielded to my dark lust and pumped
hard into my sexy male lover's accommodating mouth.  He didn't protest but
increased the vacuuming suction, knowing exactly how I liked it ~~ tight
and wet.  Every rapid, slurping stroke brought me inexorably closer to the
point of detonation, accelerated by his lips tightening each time I pulled
out, prolonging the light scrape of teeth on the underside of my shafting
rod.  A propulsive tingle flared into life in my spine then shattered,
fractures zooming like a zip line through my arteries to my most erogenous
areas.  Every muscle in my body was going rigid with the mounting tension
and when my legs inevitably wobbled, he steadied me, reaching for my hand
and threading our fingers together even as his clever mouth destroyed me.

   To the outside observer, and even to one of the participants, my best
friend, it would have seemed that it was the raw suctioning power of his
ravening mouth, or his wickedly accurate tongue, that had me careening
towards an apocalyptic orgasm.  But it wasn't.  I was staring straight
ahead, seeing only Elaine's eyes shimmering in the darkness.  I didn't try
to conceal the bawdy thoughts as I returned my true love's intense stare.
Don't you wish it was you on your knees in front of me?  Pulling these
guttural moans from my throat?  Sucking down the taste of me?

   A soft, affirmative sound echoed back to me, inspired me.

   "Fuck me," I breathed softly as I brusquely withdrew, releasing my hold
on Ethan and leaning back to look down upon him.  He was setting on his
haunches, his mouth glistening, his eyes heavy lidded with arousal and,
when I dropped my gaze further, I saw the unmistakable ridge of his potent
erection jabbing against the front of his trousers.

   "What?" He shook his head, ran his hand through his hair, his mind
clearly foggy with pent-up lust.

   "Please, Ethan.  Fuck me," I begged.  I don't know about most homoerotic
couples but my best friend and I alternated being top and bottom.  I never
would have guessed it, but I had come to truly crave the taboo experience,
delighting in the full, sensuous feeling of his big cock buried deep inside
me, sometimes indulging in slow, undulating motions, sometimes in the heat
of passion being taken particularly hard and rough, but always my lover's
hands teasing my cock as we made love in this most intimate of ways.

   Ethan's expressive eyes gleamed and he smiled, predatory and assured as
he stood and shucked his trousers, ripped his shirt off, removing all his
unwanted clothing until we both stood naked, our cocks straining.  The
pungent scent of male arousal filled the air but I was sure I detected the
subtle motes of a lighter, more exotic perfume underneath...

   It was that revealing scent that made me turn towards the sink, bend
over and, using my palms on the marble for support, lope my left leg up
until my ankle was lying on the cool stone, my recumbent thigh thrust out
horizontal to the rest of my body.  The awkward positioning exposed my rear
entrance for my lovers' debauched pleasure, giving them both completely
uninhibited visual access to my pendulous balls and my defenseless ass. 
What I didn't realize at first was the fact that all three sides of the
small alcove being mirrored also allowed me to see myself, the wrinkled
dimple nestled in the fleshy valley, the vulnerably pink lips tucked among
the wispy curls.  "Come on, big boy," I purred, amazed at how vixenish I
sounded, astonished at how slutty I felt.  "I'm ready."

   Ethan visibly swallowed hard then approached, fisting his erect cock,
for one pump, then another, eyes sliding shut, holding his breath.  When he
reached out to stroke the rounded globes of my ass, I pushed against his
massaging palm, the low groan emanating from me hopefully indicating that I
was indeed ready.  He was breathing so loudly I could hear him as he knelt
down behind me.  Then I felt it, the slightly rough, slippery-wet sensation
of his audacious tongue licking boldly up and down my cleavage.  I groaned
at the wickedness, loving every sinful moment of it.  His slurping mouth
finally locked around my hole and he gently began to lick at it.  I could
feel his prehensile tongue pressing against my most forbidden flesh,
lubricating me with each glossy slide.  I groaned, knowing I couldn't take
much more of this.  "No more foreplay," I hissed.  "I want you so bad it
hurts."

   He looked up from between my legs and grinned at me.  "I don't mind," he
laughed, pushing one finger in.  He pumped it in and out a few times before
wiggling the second one in beside it and soon his two fingers were moving
deep inside me, making me sigh with salacious pleasure especially when he
stroked my prostate, causing my cock to belch pre-cum.  He continued to
toggle that joy button back and forth as he added a third large finger,
spreading me open until it just weren't enough.

   Because he was so well-endowed, Ethan always had to finger me to prepare
me, the two us sharing kisses or at least him licking my nipples when we
were missionarying or had me in the cowboy position.  Whenever he took me
on my hands and knees, he would at least nuzzle into my neck or ear,
whispering desirous affections or nasty teasings based on the mood, but
this time he did nothing ~~ and I didn't mind it at all.  Because as much
as I craved his snaking tongue licking my earlobes, it was a serious
turn-on witnessing the vein below his jawbone pop as his fingers repeatedly
breached my body.  His sharp cheekbones were flushed with sizzling arousal.
His lips ~~ oh man, those pouty male lips I'd dreamed about ~~ were plumped
and crimsoned from sucking my cock.  He was truly beautiful and in that
moment I knew that if it weren't for Elaine, Ethan would be my everything.
Not a passing fancy, not an unattainable dream, but the man I would want to
spend the rest of my life with.  Much like the voyeuring woman I loved who
I was reminded was secreted in the closet because I heard for the first
time the telltale squish of her touching herself and it thrilled my very
soul to know I was sharing this intimacy with my precious Elaine.

   "I'm ready.  I need to feel you inside of me." I murmured breathlessly

   He nailed my gland a couple more times and grinned when I moaned,
arching into his tantalizing touch.  "Jesus you're tight Sebastian.  Think
you can take me hard?"

   "I'll take you any way I can get you."

   Then the fingers disappeared and he rose up then levered his body over
mine, wrapping his hands around my wiggling hips to position himself.  I
could feel him nudging against the deep valley before pressing against my
now slick opening, the plump glans circling my anus before settling into
the pleated depression, his aim true, wanting to get inside.  I groaned at
the licentiously exciting and deliriously erotic feelings of his big penis
rubbing against my very hungry hole and I was unabashedly eager to feel his
hot cock sliding inside me, impatient for him to take me, to possess me, to
make me his.  But it was when I noticed the way he was looking down at me,
his shimmery eyes filled with so much love, that all but took my breath
away.

   My needy body must have been in tune with my swooning mind because when
he pressed slowly forward, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and all
the way into my jubilantly squeezing ass on a single glide, there was no
resistance whatsoever.  No struggle despite the fact that in our incendiary
passion we had forgotten the VasoLube, despite the fact had it had been a
few weeks since I'd indulged in this style of lovemaking.  In truth, I
enjoyed the element of rough surprise at being penetrated with one sure
thrust, the dark pleasures it ignited knocking the breath out of me.  He
never stopped, continuously sliding deeper inside me but there was no pain,
just the sweet joy of being filled with him.  He plowed into me to the very
hilt and when he could go no further because he had no more of himself to
give, he looked up at the mirror and into my eyes.

   "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.  He hung there,
his chest expanding with every heavy breath, sweat making his naked
cinnamon-hued skin glisten, accentuating every tensed muscle flexing
fluidly.

   "Better than okay." I smiled back at him.  What could be better than
being taken by a young Greek god who looked at me with tenderness and
devotion and who was heart-stoppingly well-hung?  "You're so big."

   "I'll never get used to how hot and tight you are," he hissed as he
withdrew slowly even when I sensed his entire body vibrating with the
primal need to pound into me.  "Never."

   As his hips began the ancient entry and withdrawal rhythm of manlove,
sliding deep into the sultry warmth of my receptive ass joyfully clamping
snug around him, making me moan from the very start, I watched his handsome
face, slightly scrunching up at the intense feelings he was imbibing.  I,
too, was experiencing tumultuous emotions: feelings of sumptuous fullness
as his thick cock filled me, feelings of pleasure as it slid against my
prostate and feelings of oneness, of being a part of both Ethan and Elaine,
my best friend and I being physically joined as one, my true love joining
us in spirit.  I could not wait until I shared with her this special style
loving, could so easily envision us, what it would feel like what it would
be like when I was inside her.  The hot, tight clasp of her ass, her long
legs wrapped around my hips, her hands fluttering over me, stroking my
back, pushing my butt so that I would surge deeper inside her...

   "Ah fuck." Ethan suddenly lowered his face against my neck.  "I'm not
going to last long, man." He had been going slow and gentle but I could
tell he desperately wanted to be more aggressive.  What he apparently
didn't realize was I needed him to be more aggressive as well.  "Blowing
you and the way you're using that talented ass of yours has done me in,
Sebastian."

   "So fuck me.  Fuck me hard!"

   "Are you sure?" he growled.

   "Oh, hell, yes.  I'm sure.  For God's sake, pound my ass!"

   And with that, Ethan loosed the restraints, withdrawing fully and
plunging in, setting a demanding rhythm that made me grunt my lascivious
approval.  The sheer animal power of his virile body was overwhelming, his
mighty cock pounding into me like a diesel-fired piston.  When I looked up,
I saw him gritting his teeth, my asscheeks in his hands, spreading me
completely open to his cock and both our hungry gazes.  Reflected by the
mirrors, anyone and everyone could look down to watch his steely thickness
tunneling in and out of my suctioning ass, the fleshy tunnel already
clinging onto him so possessively the pink membranes peeked out at the apex
of his every outstroke.

   Believe it or not, seeing myself so blatantly exposed as I was being
violated only reminded me how lucky I was to have him.  We could, and
frequently did, dial up and down the physical and emotional levels in the
same bout of sex, experiencing the soul-shaking passion and elating joy of
making love one minute only to thrill in the next minute carnal dissolution
of both of us being natural born fuckers.  One moment I was savoring the
raw pornography of his beefy rod savagely skewering my helpless rectum,
amazed it didn't prolapse under the savage drubbing; the next it was like
each thrust drove his pure love for me deeper and deeper into me,
insinuating itself into the fabric of my very essence, making my heart
dance with joy, making me deliriously think both my throbbing balls and
transported soul would burst in a near-celestial orgasm at the same time.

   Feeling the sweat running off Ethan's straining body, the salty droplets
splashing on my back, while his sluicing cock brushed intoxicatingly
against my prostate made me clamp down with the velvet vise of my rectal
muscles every time he speared into my ass and set my blood pumping hotter
in my veins.  But it was witnessing the escalating ecstasy on his face that
took me to dazzling heights of such resplendent exhilaration I could barely
keep myself from climaxing too soon.

   I loved every moment of making this man lose control.

   "Oh, Sebastian," he cried out, fluid hips slamming harder and harder
into my shimmying rump.  "Erica wants you to join us.  I want you to join
us!"

   That may seem apropos to nothing, but it wasn't.  It had started as a
strange game, Ethan giving voice to this bizarre fantasy of his, the two of
us sharing a woman, namely inviting one of the cheerleaders/football
groupies into our sex games.  He would talk about me taking her pussy and
him her throat, whacking off onto her face while I fucked her.  Then she
would leave and I would either go onto my knees to service my demanding
male lover, or end up spread-eagled on the bed while he reamed my ass. 
From the first time he mentioned it, I had suspicions that by `cheerleader'
he really meant Erica but I discarded them, thinking it was mere pillow
talk, things spoken in the heat of passion.  And this seemed no different
but it was the way he said it, with such intensity, that made me think, `My
God, he really means it!'

   My realization seemed confirmed when Ethan recklessly sped up and
pounded into me blisteringly hard, his barbarous thrusts rivaling those of
an industrial-strength jackhammer, ramrodding me with enough force that my
forehead smacked into the mirror.  Bastioning myself down, my world
devolved down to the basics.  Male heat engulfing me and the immolating
friction from his monstrous thrusts.  The stentorian bang bang bang of
straining muscle on unyielding granite.  The risqué slap of skin on
sweat-drenched skin.  Ethan's grabbing and groping of my bruisingly
skewered butt cheeks.  The moschate scent of our pouring sweat and the
underlying hint of Elaine's honeyed girlcum, accentuated by that subtle
squelch and mellifluous cries choked by a hand crushed desperately over her
mouth, causing my fingers to scrabble for purchase on the glary stone as my
man fucked me into oblivion.

   "Christ, I love fucking you," Ethan growled, his weight falling on my
back as he reached around me to roughly paw at my aching cock while letting
loose with all the raw power his body could offer.  "I'm so fucking close.
Bear down, man.  That's it.  So goddamn good." My spitted ass rolled into
its welcomed pillager, demanding more and more physical contact with his
ruthlessly plundering cock.  But it wasn't just my ravished butt; it was if
my entire body wanted to merge with, blend with, his body until I lost
myself in him.  My back and shoulders continually sought to rub across his
naked skin, touching everywhere they could reach.  It was proving too much
for him to endure because he had begun to roar.  "Fucking." A thumping
thrust.  "Love." A walloping thrust.  "You." A whomping thrust.

   Ethan's labored breathing had long since turned into guttural grunts but
now he tipped his head back; he roared my name as he started to come, that
intelligible words degenerating into noises more beast than human bursting
from his mouth as his lips slackened.  His eyes squeezed shut but his
pelvis somehow continued railroading into my waggling backside, every
thrust punctuated with liquid heat bursting inside me.  I could feel his
cock, cauterized with the sheets of incandescent orgasm raging its inferno
of deflagrating ecstasy, pulsing within me, dousing my inner channel with
jets of his hot come.  The charring euphoria he was being consumed by
making his body flail in jerking contractions along with the bolt after
bolt of creamy seed he sent deep into my bowels, filling me with his hot
load.  I don't know how many times he shot, but there wasn't room inside me
for all that cum and his huge cock so, by the time he stopped ejaculating,
he was squishing out of my ass with each throb.

   Nasty as that may sound, it proved too much for me to bear.  "Ethan!" I
screamed out but it was thoughts of Elaine watching us that dominated my
thoughts as I took myself in hand and frantically fist myself.  She was the
only rational thing I could rely on at that critical moment and it was my
love of Elaine, the queen of my world, that ultimately sent me toppling
over the edge and rushing headlong into my cyclonic climax.  The breezy
pleasures I had been pampered with suddenly coalesced into a raging
whirlwind, the squalling blisses shrieking every time I loosed another long
white rope of frothy cum.  I cried out, blasted and buffeted by successive
gales of mistraling ecstasy that had me painting my chest and abdomen with
hot, slimy semen and left me trembling in its swirling aftermath.

   I found myself wrapped up in my best friend's arms, the two of us
clutching desperately at each other, afraid to let go.  Our intertwined
bodies were fused together in the still-potent throes of the slowly
receding pleasures we had found in our bonding and it was a very long time
before our bodies began to relax from the powerful currents that flowed
through us.  But though it was my best friend who had his arms thrown
around me, his deflating penis still subtly pulsing in my ravaged ass, it
was Elaine who was first in my thoughts.  Thankful that a near-comatose
Ethan had his back to us, I turned and blew an airkiss toward the door,
telling her the simplest and most profound truth of my life: I love you.

   Eventually we broke apart and Ethan collapsed on top of me.  I held him
tightly as we both lay there panting with the exertion that our frenetic
lovemaking had been, broken breaths filling the humid, sex-scented air.  It
gave me a chance to think.  My first thought, as always, was Elaine and
that I needed to find a way to let her escape without attracting Ethan's
suspicions.  Needless to say, I was deliriously happy that I had
rejuvenated a lifelong friendship, one that I feared had been irreparably
destroyed, but I worried at what cost.  Profoundly erotic as this all had
been, it brought up troubling issues that deeply concerned me.  God, I
adored Ethan to distraction, but I really really wanted him to just leave
so Elaine and I could have a long heart-to-heart.

   When I opened my eyes, however, I found him gazing dreamily at me.  His
mouth teased across mine until I reluctantly parted my lips.  He
immediately swallowed my breath, indulging himself in a drawn-out,
tongue-tangling kiss.

   "I missed that," he breathed.

   "Just the sex?" I teased.

   "No.  Just everything about you.  Damn, Sebastian, thinking about you
doesn't come close to the reality of being with you.  Not even close." He
nuzzled my jaw, pressing wet kisses down the slope to my chin.

   "Same here," I smiled.

   "So ... what are we doing for our next monkey sex trick?  I'm thinking
of a repeat of the one we did at your place after we won the playoff game
against Majestic, where you're laying on your back, kind of spread-eagled.
And I'm sitting on top of you, reverse cowboy style as I'm bouncing' on
your pole."

   Jesus.  He was insatiable...  and to make matters worse his cock
twitched.  He could not seriously want another round, could he?

   "Or a little sixty-nine action?" The very tip of his tongue was
outlining the rim of my ear.  "Or maybe just with my head hanging off the
end of the bed so you can redefine deepthroating ... of course, you'd be
sucking on me too."

   I can't lie ~~ that sexy scenario not only made me squirm but also got
goosebumps racing down my arms.

   "Or ~~"

   "Or we could talk," I interrupted him.

   He lifted his head.  "About?"

   Really?  He was really going to make me say this?  "About what you said
while we were doing it." Those pale blue eyes narrowed.  "Oh, Jesus, Ethan.
About Erica!"

   "Ohmigod, Erica!" It was almost comical to see him trying to scramble to
his feet, legs wobbling from exhaustion but his determination pushing
through.  "She's gotta be sooo worried.  I promised to call her..." He
paused, looking back at me.  He stopped what he was doing and we shared the
most tender kiss we had shared in a long time.  "Sebastian, I know we have
to talk about that, and I swear to God we will.  Just ... just let me call
her and then I'll come back and..." He gave me a pleading look, needing me
to understand.

   "You're in love." I responded, giving him a soft smile.  Then I whacked
him good and hard on that ridiculously cute ass of his.  "Go call her. 
I'll be in the shower, all soapy and steamy, ready for round two when you
get back."

   He flashed me a huge grin then damn near sprinted out of the bathroom,
bare-ass naked.

   The second I heard the door to his room open and shut I damn near
sprinted over to the linen closet door.  Opening it with a trembling hand,
I found Elaine standing there, clutching the kimono tight around her.  Her
delectable scent almost wafted out, it was so dense, but I found it the
most tempting perfume.  I just wanted to drink it in.

   "Oh, baby," I crooned as softly as I could manage, sweeping her into my
arms for a loving embrace.  "Are you okay?"

   "I'm fine." There was a definite reluctance in her voice and resistance
to my hug.  I didn't expect it.  It confused me.

   I reared back, wanted to gauge her expression.  That familiar graceful
beauty but her face was flushed red and her eyes darted, avoided mine.

   "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Now I was getting really worried.

   "Sebastian, this is neither the time nor place," she hissed, those eyes
now locked onto me, that steely glint I bet more than a few of her
employees had cowered from flashing hard.  My expression must have shown my
dismay because she immediately softened it but the iron underneath was
still there, hard, icy.  "Go get me some clothes.  I'll meet you down in
the garage."

   Ethan was yammering on the phone with Erica, probably would be for a
very long time if I had to guess, but that didn't stop my hands from
shaking as I went through her drawers and closet, racking my
near-traumatized brain for appropriate clothes.  I was so worried about
Elaine, wanted so desperately to be the one she trusted, confided in, and I
was.  So why this unexpected rejection?

   Elaine was sitting in her car, engine idling, when I came in.  She
seemed more interested in the clothes I brought than in me, sighing over
each of the two dresses I brought for her to choose from, saying they were
fine when I asked.  It was agony.

   She popped out of the car, pushed herself up against me and gave me what
I can only describe as an angry kiss, teeth crushing my lip before knocking
into mine with an audible clack.

   "Sebastian," Elaine looked at me, that familiar glint like the tempered
steel of a bared blade.  "I love you til it hurts and I know I'll never
meet a man who loves me as much as you do.  But for God's sake you really
need to learn when to give a girl her space."

   I'd heard that phrase before.  I think we all have.  It ain't the most
comforting thing, now, is it?



   Author's Notes

   The next chapter will pickup right where this one left off, picking up
the drama a few hours later.  Gonna be a lot of dialogue discussing of the
ramifications of what happened here as well as plans for the future.  Oh
yeah - and there might be some sex too *wink*

   The end of the saga is in sight.  Completely outlined, all we gotta do
is fill in the details.  But don't ya know the devil is always in the
details.

   Hope you've enjoyed this journey so far - I know we have really thrilled
to giving it to you
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