A Rainy Ceremony.
Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Saturday was overcast with a threat of rain. I hoped Anders and his partner Geoffrey had contingency plans. The wedding ceremony and reception were scheduled to start at 4, I planned on picking up Zoë at 3:15. I wore a white dress shirt with a little blue pinstripe in it with a matching tie. White pleated Dockers, penny loafers, and a blue sports coat completed my ensemble.
I walked up to Zoë's front door and rang the bell. Jackie (although I had to remember that Chrissy wanted us to call him Johnny) opened it. He had a tiny, sweet voice, "Want to play with me? I have my trucks."
"Johnny, I would love to play with you, but I have to take Zoë to the wedding."
"She has a pretty dress. Mommy is sad. Daddy's not being nice."
"I'm sorry. Can you take me to Mommy and Zoë?"
Johnny grabbed my finger and led me to the living room. "Here's Mommy. Where's Zoë?"
Chrissy said, "She'll be down in a moment."
I came in smiling, "Hi Mommy. Johnny, I would love to see your trucks. Can you show them to me?"
"Okay." He ran off to get them.
Chrissy looked at me longingly, "You've got the grandfather stuff down cold."
"Seven years of practice. How are you doing?"
Chrissy said, "Mommy's hanging on by her fingertips."
"Don't take this wrong, but you look like hell."
She smiled and with a touch of sarcasm said, "I love you too, Quinn."
"How did your visit with the counselor go?"
"She's great. It really helped. I've got a standing appointment for Thursday afternoons. Amy, my lawyer has hired a private investigator to find out..." She looked for Johnny. "...how old the C-U-N-T is."
"That would ruin his life. Felon. Sex offender."
"Right?"
Zoë appeared in the doorway, "Hey."
Chrissy observed, "Isn't she beautiful?"
Zoë blushed.
I imitated Billy Crystal, "You look marvelous."
Johnny arrived with two toy trucks. He held them up to me, "See."
I sat down in an arm chair so I would be more at his level. "What kind of truck is this?"
"Friar truck."
"Oh, it is has a fire hose for the firefighters." Johnny nodded vigorously. "And what kind of truck is this?"
"Dump truck. It goes like this." He showed me how the dumping mechanism worked.
I pulled a couple of coins from my pocket, "Here, let's see how this works."
I put the truck on the ground and dropped the coins in the truck bed.
Johnny dumped them onto the floor, then put them back and dumped them again. "See Mommy."
"I see. Quinn is pretty good at this, but I think we need to let Zoë and Quinn go to the wedding now."
Johnny exclaimed, "I wish I could go! I can dance." He stood and wiggled his ass.
We all laughed. I said, "Yes, you can."
I stood up and Chrissy came over and hugged me, "Thanks for everything. I don't know how I will ever repay you two."
I kissed the top of her head, "Friendship doesn't have debits and credits. We do these things simply because we love you."
Tears welled up in Chrissy’s eyes, "Now you're going to make me cry. Off you two go. Have a nice time."
Zoë came over and hugged Chrissy
I got down on one knee, "So Johnny, shake?"
He came over and shook my hand quite vigorously, "Mommy says you're a good guy."
I asked, "Do you think I'm a good guy?"
Johnny nodded.
I smiled, "I think you are a good guy too."
He laughed, "We're both good guys."
I stood and extended my elbow to Zoë, "Off we go."
The wedding ceremony was a simple affair. Anders and Geoffrey (he pronounced it Joff-ree) wore tuxes, but there wasn't a wedding party, just a presiding official. There were about seventy people there including both grooms' parents. Because of the threat of rain, the reception was moved indoors. After the ceremony there was a receiving line to enter the reception.
Zoë wanted to be at the end of the line, so we waited for everyone to congratulate the happy couple. When our turn came, Zoë wrapped her arms around Anders' neck.
Joyful tears were flowing as she told him, "I am so happy for you."
Geoffrey said, "Zoë, my love, you look simply ravishing. Quinn you must ravish her and ravish her."
I just smiled wondering whether he knew what the word meant.
Anders said, "Didn't I tell you that dress was perfect for you. The color is perfect for your skin and hair."
Geoffrey said, "And her eyes."
Zoë gave Geoffrey a hug. I shook Anders hand and he pulled me into a hug.
He whispered, "I was chatting with her the other day. Thank you for being her friend. I love that you two are together like you are."
I said, "The pleasure is all mine."
He smiled, "I know. It's really good for her."
I shook Geoffrey's hand, "Congrats. You have a terrific husband."
"Don't I know it?!"
Zoë and I went into the reception and saw a faculty colleague at a table with her husband. There were open chairs and I pointed Zoë in that direction.
As we approached, I said, "Suzette, do you mind if we join you?"
Her husband stood to greet us.
Suzette grinned, "I'd love it. No shop talk though."
Zoë nodded, "Fine with me."
"This is my husband Garrett. My colleagues Zoë and Quinn."
I shook his hand, "Pleased to meet you."
Suzette gave us each a hug, "Before the pandemic I was never much of a hugger. Now I want to hug everyone."
Zoë laughed, "Right? Me too."
We sat and exchanged small talk. After several minutes, Anders took a microphone from the DJ and thanked us all for being there. We were directed to a buffet line, but we waited for the line to shrink before queuing up. Once we got to the food, I had a slice of prime rib. Zoë went for fettucine Alfredo. Once again, she didn't eat much. There were the obligatory champagne toasts, and then the music started. I didn't recognize the song, but Zoë pulled me out on the floor. She danced up a storm and I felt most of the guests' eyes were on her. After two songs, I begged off being old and tired. Zoë grabbed Suzette and I got to watch.
Zoë never stopped moving and her body flowed gracefully to the music. Her legs, hips, and arms keeping perfect time while at the same time being subtly enticing.
Garrett leaned over, "So are you two dating?"
"Just for today. Zoë needed a date and I gladly said 'yes'."
"Well, I think you are a lucky man."
"I think so."
The ladies stayed on the floor for two songs. Then a slow song came on. Zoë ran over to me, grabbed my hands, and pulled me onto the dance floor.
She placed her hands behind my neck and I put mine on her the small of her nude back.
I whispered into her ear, "You are a wild woman."
"I love dancing," she looked lovingly into my eyes, "Thank you so much for coming with me. This is so much fun."
"You're welcome. You are enchanting most of the men here. You dance beautifully."
She was smiling ear-to-ear, "Am I enchanting to you?"
"Most definitely. Dancing like this with you is getting me hard."
"Then I guess your trick works."
"Which trick is that?"
She whispered in my ear, "Coochie perfume."
"Ah. But I have to say my dear that you would still have that effect on me with or without pheromones. Your body moves so gracefully."
She smiled and swayed to the music.
The song ended and Anders approached us. He held out his hand to Zoë, "My dearest friend, may I have this next dance?"
James Taylor's version of 'You've Got a Friend' started. Zoë took Anders' hand and I headed for my seat. I was headed off by Nina, an administrator who worked with Anders. My grandmother would have described her as having an 'ample bosom'. I think a more common term is a big, beautiful woman. Her dress revealed a lot of cleavage, her neckline plunging nearly as far as Zoë's. I could see large nipples pointing downward through the fabric of her blouse. She immediately placed her hands behind my neck.
"Queen, you must dance with me." She had some kind of Eastern European accent.
Before I could say anything she started swaying to the music. I placed my hands on her hips, trying to maintain some distance between us. It didn't work as she thrust her hips forward.
Nina looked at me lustfully, "You and Zoë make a very nice couple, but I am surprised a little thing like that can satisfy a man like you."
"Pardon?"
"Oh Queen, you know what I mean. A man like you must split her in two. You need a big woman like me to satisfy you."
"And what would your husband say?"
"He would sit in the closet and wank his tiny dick. You could play with my tits. You like my tits? They have huge nipples just for you. Can you see them? You could pinch them right now. You could suck on my nipples. You could fuck my tits."
She pronounced it 'fook'.
She continued, "You could fook all my holes: my mouth, my cunt, my arse. You shoot your cum on my face and then we could do it all over again. Think about putting your huge, hard cock in my mouth. I could take you all the way. Think about putting your cock in my wet, juicy cunt. A man like you needs to be satisfied by a woman like me."
I was not exactly thrilled with Nina's proposition and my face must have showed it.
"Don't be bashful." Her breasts were pressed into my stomach, "My cunt is so wet for you right now. If you want I can let you taste my cunt juice right now. I have nothing on underneath this. If you want you could fook me up the arse. You should take that little girl home and then come to my bed. We could fook all night. It will be so good you will never want to leave."
The song ended and she let go of my neck. A fast song started up.
She said, "I'll give you my address. The door will be open for you. Just come in."
I didn't say anything and there was a grimace on my face. She pinched my ass and winked at me.
Zoë came over and took my hand, "Let's get something to drink. I'm thirsty."
We walked over to the bar.
I whispered in her ear, "Thank you for rescuing me."
God she smelled good. I kissed her earlobe and she playfully pushed me. I asked for a glass of water and Zoë asked for seltzer.
Zoë leaned over and whispered, "Anders said that she was probably hitting on you. He said she hit on him all the time until she found out he was gay."
"She was describing all the ways I could 'fook' her."
Zoë smiled, "Would that interest you?"
"Not in the least."
Zoë asked, "How long do you want to stay?"
"As long as you want to, my dear."
"I would like to have one more slow dance with you. Anders said he would talk to the DJ."
The fast song ended and the DJ spoke into his mike, "Anders and Geoffrey are sending this next song out to Zoë and Quinn. Here's the Chairman of the Board with 'Fly Me to the Moon'."
Zoë made a little squeal and pulled me onto the floor.
We assumed out previous dancing posture, but I started singing to her: "Fill my heart with song, and let me sing for ever more, you are all I long for, all I worship and adore."
With that she pulled my face down and kissed me.
I continued singing with Frank, "In other words: please, be true; in other words: I love you."
The song ended. Zoë kissed me again, "You sing beautifully."
"Thank you, my love. You dance even more beautifully."
"I'm thinking that was enough dancing for tonight. Let's say good bye to Anders and Geoffrey, then we can go."
We avoided Nina's table and circled around to Anders and Geoffrey. We bid our adieus to the happy couple and headed out.
As we approached the door, Nina's husband approached and held out a card. He spoke with a thicker accent, "Please consider our hospitality."
I took the card, "Thank you."
We passed through the door and Zoë observed, "If anything, they are persistent."
I handed the card to her, "Please dispose of that when you have a chance."
"Gladly. I wonder how many men take them up on their propositions."
"I'm thinking there are not very many."
Chapter 11.
One the way home, Zoë was playing with her phone, "Oh, that's James Taylor. I think that is my new favorite song."
She put the phone on speaker and started playing it.
I observed, "Carole King wrote it. It's on her Tapestry album.
"Well, I love it."
"Zoë, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Yes, you may."
"Are you okay? You don't seem to eat very much."
She reached for my hand and squeezed it, "I think that is so sweet that you notice things like that."
"I'm not trying to be your mother, but you have me a little worried."
"Quinn, I'm okay. I just have a history of ulcers and reflux. My stomach is always acting up on me and I try hard to not over do it."
"I'm sorry. That must be awful. Personally, I think good food is one of the great joys of life. But I will stop worrying. Well, at least stop worrying about that."
Zoë reached over and touched my arm, "Quinn, can I ask you a question?"
"Certainly, my dear."
"You have started using a lot of endearing names for me. You've called me 'sweetheart', 'love', and 'dear' a lot. What's going on?"
I thought for a moment, "I'm not sure. Those are terms I used to call Roz all the time. So, let me offer two hypotheses. One, maybe I am getting very comfortable around you like I was with her."
I didn't say anything for several moments.
Zoë broke the silence, "What's the second hypothesis?'
"That you've cast a magical Wood Nymph spell on me and I have fallen in love with you."
Zoë was silent for quite a while.
Finally, she said, "I think that the first hypothesis is mostly likely correct. But, I pray that it's the second. Either way, I feel so very special when you call me those names."
When we arrived at my house, Zoë retrieved a reusable grocery bag from the back seat.
As we entered the house I asked, "Can I get you anything?"
"Do you have any of the wine from last weekend?"
"I do. I don't know if it's still good."
"If you don't mind, I'd like just a little. Not a lot. I want to be completely sober when we make love tonight. I'll be right back." I heard her run up the stairs.
First, I buttoned up the house. I poured us both about two fingers of wine in my nice wine glasses. I turned the lights on in the living room and sat on the couch, waiting for Zoë.
It took her a while and I heard her moving about upstairs. Finally, she appeared in the doorway wearing a shear nude colored negligée.
I raised my eyebrows, "Hello beautiful lady."
She smiled wide, then sashayed over to center of the room. She made a little twirl. The negligée revealed just enough to be very enticing. "Do you like?"
"I like that very much. I swear you are more and more beautiful every day." I held out the wine glass.
She came over and straddled my lap facing me, her knees on either side. One hand held the wine, the other was around my neck.
"Just so you know, I intend on following your advice from the other night and I am going to romance you with a lot of foreplay."
"That sounds wonderful."
"Before we do that I wanted to give you some instructions on how tonight is going to go. I want to get the instructional part out so it won't be a buzz kill. I want do anal tonight. I bought a bunch of towels at Goodwill to protect your sheets. They are already on the bed."
I remarked, "Remember, I haven't got a clue what we're doing and I don't want to hurt you."
Zoë tongue kissed me. "I've been doing a lot of research and I made some purchases. I've been upstairs getting everything ready. The bed is ready and I gave myself an enema. That's to protect you."
I was just talking all this in, "Oh."
"When we get upstairs I have two tubes of KY lube, a box of Kleenex, and some things called anal trainers laid out on the side of the bed."
"Anal trainers?"
She nodded, "So the way this is supposed to work, is you have loosen up my sphincter so that I don't tear and bleed. That's what these things are supposed to do. They are in increasing thicknesses to get me loosened up. I think we just need to use the first two sizes. I have actually been practicing for about a week now."
"Practicing?"
"Loosening up my ass. Once we get going, you are going to take these things and 'train' my ass to accept larger objects. Once I think I'm ready and I have you as hard as possible, you are going to lay on your back and I'm going to ride you cowgirl, but with my ass. I hope you don't mind, but that way I can control it."
"I'm good with that."
"Quinn?"
"Yes, Love."
"I have to tell you that I am scared to death and excited at the same time."
"I will do whatever you need me to do."
"If this starts grossing you out, please let me know. The first thing I need you to do is play with my asshole. Remember last week when you finger fucked my ass a little. You have to do that a lot more and get my sphincter to relax and use the trainers. I'm going to be on my side for that part. Any questions?"
"No, Professor Zoë."
She downed the rest of her wine, brought her hand up to my face, and kissed me ever so gently, pressing those soft lips to mine. "Just so you know, I really want to do this tonight. I know you care about me and won't hurt me. I trust you completely."
I kissed her and she opened her mouth probing with her tongue. We made out for quite a while, entwining our tongues. I held her perfect ass cheeks. Eventually, Zoë pulled the negligée over her head. She kissed me some more and I placed one hand on her breast, fondling her nipple. After a few minutes, she stood on the couch, her coochie in my face, and a tampon string hanging out. Anyone driving by would have seen her through the sheer curtains. She pressed her coochie into my face and I gladly licked her clit. I held her ass pressing her vulva to my mouth. Then Zoë took my hand and led me upstairs. She was getting very good at removing my pants and quickly I was just as naked as she was.
Zoë laid on her side on the bed. I squirted some KY on her asshole and rubbed some on her clit. I used my left hand to tease her clit and my right to gently probe her anus with my index finger. Remembering her instructions I moved my finger around to loosen her up a bit. I wasn't sure how well that was working so I lubed up the first trainer.
I went slowly, gradually pressing it past her sphincter, "How are you doing?"
"It feels exciting. It doesn't hurt. Remember, liberal use of the lube."
I moved the trainer slowly in and out.
"Can you move yourself over here so I can play with you?"
I obeyed and after several minutes, decided to move to the second stage. Using plenty of lube, I pressed the second trainer into Zoë's asshole. It was amazing to watch. She was doing something with her sphincter muscle so that she could accept the larger object. Again I gradually applied pressure and her ass eventually gave way. "Everything okay?"
"I'm feeling like I need to poop. I don't, but that's what it feels like. I feel very full back there. It isn't pain, maybe tension."
"Just relax. I'm going to move this around."
I slowly fucked her with the second size for several minutes.
I heard her taking deep breaths, "You okay?"
"Yeah. I think I can do this. Keep going slow."
After several minutes, she looked over her shoulder, "Okay. The next step is your cock, but you need to be as hard as possible. If you lie down here I will work on my blow job skills."
I left the trainer in her ass and laid down on my back on the towels.
She kissed me deeply. "Do know how hot this is? I feel like I'm about to explode!"
Zoë placed herself between my legs with her ass up in the air. I was already pretty hard, but a combination of sucking, licking, and her newly discovered deep-throating skills had me rock hard in minutes.
She looked around, "Where's the lube? Oh here it is."
She squirted the lube on my cock and spread it up and down my shaft. She kissed me deeply.
She eased the kiss and when I looked into her eyes I swear they were twinkling. "Here goes. I am going to lower my ass onto you."
Zoë straddled me, facing me, her knees on either side of my stomach.
She slowly pulled the last trainer out. "Ready?"
I nodded. She placed one hand on my chest and reached between her legs for my cock. She guided me, slowly lowering herself onto my erection. I felt the head of my cock gradually penetrate her asshole as she used a constant pressure. Her ass was tighter than any cooch. I felt a release as my glans passed beyond her sphincter.
Her eyes went wide, "I think you're in."
I nodded. I had my hands on her breasts, kneading her nipples. She moved deliberately up and down, increasing the depth of my penetration a little each time. And then her ass cheeks were resting on me.
She opened her eyes and whispered, "I did it. You're all the way in."
"How do you feel?"
"There was a little bit of pain, now I just feel full." I reached down and began rubbing her clit again.
Zoë then began what was one of the most amazing sexual experiences I have had. Her hands were on my chest, balancing herself. She began slowly moving up and down. I felt the sensitive edge of my glans contact her sphincter at the top of her stroke, then she moved in the opposite direction until I was completely in her ass. She was riding me with her eyes closed, her head back. Zoë changed her motion and started rocking back and forth, her ass pulling and clenching me. After several minutes, she changed back to the first motion. Then she stopped at the top of a stroke, reached back, and squirted some lube on my cock. She reached through her legs and spread the lube on my shaft. Back to fucking, up and down, back and forth. Her speed gradually increased.
She opened her eyes and was watching me. I felt her bear down, squeezing my cock like she was trying to wring the life out of it. I must have had some kind of expression on my face because Zoë giggled. Then she went back to serious hip motion with some decent speed. I wouldn't have called it pounding, but it was no longer gentle. All this time I kept rubbing her clit. Her eyes got wide again and she began panting. Zoë's orgasm began. Her sphincter clenched on the shaft of my cock. She began rocking back and forth again
This final motion, sent me over the edge, "I'm cumming sweetheart."
I wanted to thrust up into her, but I dared not move. She maintained the same motion and I came deep in her ass. She groaned deeply.
Zoë grabbed my hand at her clit indicating she wanted me to stop. She continued her rocking motion, her ass squeezing me. Finally, she stopped moving and laid down on my chest.
After several minutes, she patted me, "Thank you Quinn. We did it."
"You did it."
"But I couldn't have done that without you," She sighed deeply, "As much as I would love to, I can't stay like this. If I've gotten any fecal matter on you then you could get a urinary infection. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry."
Zoë lifted her torso off me and slowly lifted her ass, my cock eventually falling out of her. She stayed over me and grabbed some tissues. Some cum dripped on my stomach. She wiped her ass and looked closely at the dripped cum. Zoë then got to work on my cock.
"Not too bad. Just a little dab of shit on you and a little bit of blood on the shaft. Can you check me out?"
She swung her ass in my direction, "Your hole's actually still open a bit."
"That's fine. In theory, the anus is elastic and resilient. My ass will be back to normal within a few hours. Any blood?"
"I don't see any."
"Good. In the meantime, I should go use the toilet then we can jump in the shower together."
Chapter 12.
I awoke the next morning and Zoë's head was on my chest. I decided I wouldn't move and just enjoy her warm body next to mine. She had one leg across my legs and I could feel her pubic runway against my hip, one breast on my stomach. Now I knew why the website on friends with benefits recommended against snuggling and sleeping with one another. I was definitely in love with this woman.
We must have laid like that for at least a half hour. At 7:30 the clock radio came on to Weekend Edition Sunday. Zoë ran her fingers through my chest hair. She brought her face up to mine.
I said, "I probably have morning breath."
"I don't care."
Zoë kissed me softly at first, then opened her mouth for my tongue. She climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I followed her and she was already on the toilet.
I stood at the doorway, "I just want to get my toothbrush."
"Quinn, it's okay. After last night you know everything about me. Your cock was in my ass. We were as close as two people could be. I have nothing to hide from you."
"Just want to respect your privacy if that's something you want."
"It isn't anything I want. You may have all of me at any time you desire."
"How are you feeling this morning?"
"A little sore. Could you get me an ibuprofen?
She wiped her ass, then inspected the toilet. "I don't see any blood. Good."
I made Zoë a nice breakfast of one egg and a piece of unbuttered toast. She actually finished her entire breakfast. We both stayed naked throughout the morning. I subscribe to the Sunday paper, so I put on my robe to retrieve it from the end of the driveway so as to not shock any of my neighbors. We lounged around the living room enjoying each other's silent, naked company. Every so often one of us would point out something that we saw, but I didn't feel the need to say anything and I don't think she did either. I have never enjoyed such companionable silence.
For lunch, I sliced up two tomatoes. I made myself a salami and cheese sandwich. Zoë opted for a cheese sandwich, no tomatoes.
Then we got dressed for our trip to the mall. She had two miniskirts and she let me pick which one she would wear. I selected the shorter of the two, the blue striped skirt from the other evening. She wore a light yellow blouse that came to her midriff. When her nipples were erect, they would stand out nicely with this fabric. I had her bend over a few times to determine the best way to show off her assets. We found that if she got her body at least perpendicular to the ground that the skirt would ride up high enough to see at least the bottom of her ass. With her legs spread at least a foot, her coochie would be visible. If she were to touch her toes, she could show the world everything she had.
As we hopped in my car for the drive to the mall, there were some thunderstorms building to the west.
I observed, "We may get wet before the day is through."
"I guarantee we will both get wet," Zoë giggled, "Oh. You meant the rain."
On the way to the mall, we stopped and had lunch in a small café. We didn't see much opportunity for exhibitionism. Zoë commented how arousing it was to go commando and have air circulating on her uninhibited coochie.
The mall wasn't very crowded. I thought that Labor Day Weekend would have had some substantial traffic, but what do I know. Zoë pointed out that online shopping is upsetting the whole brick-and-mortar retail model. We decided we should just take a stroll around the mall and scope out any possibilities for her to show herself.
Zoë held my hand as we slowly walked around. After one lap, we saw three possibilities. The first was a group of three dads sitting outside a department store. They had strollers and other equipment associated with fatherhood. We walked slowly in front of them, and I could see their reflection in a storefront. They were definitely checking her out. The second, was the athletic shoe store. There were at least two college aged workers employed for summer break. Finally there was the department store itself.
Zoë thought we should excite the three dads before they had to leave. There was a drinking fountain situated diagonally a couple of yards from the men.
I said, "Go get a drink and point your ass at them."
Zoë kissed me and headed toward the fountain. I positioned myself so I could see the three dads. As Zoë came into view one gent elbowed the guy next to him. First, she selected the lower fountain so she would have to bend over the farthest. Rather than drink straight on, Zoë positioned herself so that the men were directly behind her. She spread her legs slightly, then bent as low as possible to take a drink. Her miniskirt rode up perfectly and the three dads had a perfect view of Zoë's assets. One man's mouth opened. She took a nice long drink, then stood up and walked in the opposite direction. I came 'looking' for her and of course she found me. Then we walked right by them and into the department store. We headed to the men's department.
Zoë said, "That was so hot. Did they see me?"
"You dropped their jaws."
Now Zoë was getting into this. As we were walking through the men's department, there was a gentleman sitting on a bench. He looked to be in his forties. We looked at some dress shirts for me. She had two dress shirts on hangers in her hand. Once again she positioned herself so that he was directly behind her, then dropped the shirts with a clatter. With her legs parted, she bent at the waist to pick them up giving the guy a perfect view. She was bent down for probably 15 seconds or so. I just saw his reaction and he was pretty nonchalant about it, but he definitely noticed.
She came over to me, "I looked at him through my legs and we made eye contact. I'm so wet."
"I think we need to get you some walking or hiking shoes. You will need to have them put your shoes on you to make sure they fit properly."
"The guy will be right next to my lady parts."
"I know."
"Oh god. I'm so nervous."
"Don't worry. I'll be there. Nothing will happen. I'll pick out which guy for you to flirt with."
We went into the shoe store and went right to the ladies' shoes.
I pointed to the shoe display, "Pick out whatever you would like. My treat."
After several minutes Zoë finally made a selection, "I think maybe a pair of these."
She held up a white walking shoe.
I walked around the store. There were three employees, all looked to be college age, there was a pretty studly guy and a young lady; both looked to be athletes. There was also a geeky sort of fellow. He had a nametag, 'Ken'.
I went up to him, "Pardon me, Ken is it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Could you help my friend with some walking shoes?"
"Sure."
I led him over to Zoë, "Darling, Ken here will be happy to help you."
Ken's eyes got wide. Zoë put her hand on his arm, "Oh that's so sweet of you Ken. I'm not sure whether I'll be a size six or six and a half. It says you have these in white and yellow?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, you're so polite Ken. Could you get a pair of these so you could help me try them on?"
"Perhaps I should measure your foot ma'am?"
"Oh, you're so smart. Let's do that."
Zoë went over and sat in a customer chair. In front of it was one of those low stools with a footrest. The chair had a black Naugahyde covering and Zoë flipped the back of her skirt so that her bare ass was on the seat. She spread her legs slightly and Ken sat in front of her. When she placed her foot on the footrest, she pulled her skirt back just enough so that Ken had a perfect view of her vulva. I saw him swallow hard then look up into Zoë's eyes.
She smiled demurely at him, "It's okay Ken."
He measured her foot, "It looks like you're right at a six and a half. I'll go get some shoes for you."
Ken got up and went in the back room. I thought I detected some bulging in his Dockers.
When Ken was out of sight, Zoë looked at me and mouthed, "Oh my god."
I just smiled.
Ken returned and it appeared that he may have adjusted himself. He sat down on the stool and Zoë put her foot up and spread her legs. She pulled her skirt up even further so that her little pubic landing strip was visible. She leaned back, maximizing her exposure. Ken slowly removed her shoe and expertly put on the new one. He couldn't take his eyes from Zoë's coochie.
When the shoe was on, Zoë smiled, "Ken, do you like?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Here let me stand up and see how it fits."
She stood up right next to Ken, his face at coochie level. I came over and she extended her leg toward me and pulled her skirt up so that Ken's face was inches away from her coochie.
She asked, "Darling, do you like?"
"I do. Which colors do you like?"
"I think white and yellow."
"They have a nice blue color that would go well with your skirt."
"Do you think so?"
Zoë smiled and put her hand on Ken's shoulder, "Ken, would you be a dear and get a pair of the blue ones in this size?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Ken got up. It was obviously that he had a raging hard-on. He quickly came back with a pair of the blue shoes.
Zoë sat down again, and again arranged she skirt so that her entire coochie was visible, "Let's see the how the color goes."
Ken took out a shoe and handed it to Zoë.
She placed it right next to her exposed vulva. "Do you like this Ken?"
"Yes, ma'am. Very much so."
"Would it be okay if I wore these home?"
"That would be fine."
"Would you mind terribly helping me put them on?"
"It would be my pleasure."
Zoë smiled, "I hope so."
As Ken was putting on the first shoe, Zoë started chatting him up, "So where do you go to school Ken?"
"I graduated from State in May, ma'am."
"What did you study?"
"Creative writing."
"Maybe you should write about your experiences working in a shopping mall. I bet you could come up with some erotic tales."
Ken nodded, his eyes focused on her coochie.
Just as he got the first shoe laced up, Zoë leaned forward and whispered to him, "Would you like to touch my lady parts? It's okay."
Ken extended his finger and gently ran it the length of Zoë's slit.
She smiled at him, "Would you do that again for me?"
Ken's mouth was open as he ran his finger between her labia. He placed his damp finger into his mouth. Then she stretched out her leg and touched the front of Ken's trousers with her foot. Ken let out a low moan. Most likely, he just creamed his jeans.
Zoë looked concerned, "Oh sorry. I stretched too far."
Ken was blushing. He put the other shoe on Zoë. Just then Ken's studly co-worker came by and got any eyeful of coochie. Zoë smiled at him.
Then she stood up and looked at me, "Sweetheart, do you like them?"
I said, "They are lovely, darling. Ken, my man, we'll take a white and a yellow pair, plus the blue ones she's wearing."
"Yes, sir."
Zoë looked down at the chair, "Oh, I'm sorry Ken. It appears I was so excited about getting new shoes that I made your chair all wet."
"Don't worry ma'am. I'll take care of it." He brought out a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiped the chair, and replaced it in his pocket.
I paid for the shoes.
Zoë continued flirting with the kid, "What's your last name Ken?"
"Lafontaine"
"Well Ken Lafontaine, I hope to buy one of your books someday."
"I hope so to."
"Maybe I'll read about me." Zoë patted his arm, then took my extended elbow.
When we got to the parking lot she cried, "Oh, my god that was so much fun! I think I made poor Ken cum in his pants though."
"That's okay. Did you see that his jock co-worker got a good view of you too?"
"I did. Why didn't you select him?"
"Because when I was Ken's age, I was just like him. He needed it more. I bet his studly buddy gets laid all the time. Ken probably never even gets a date. He's never going to wash that handkerchief."
"That's nice. I'm glad I could do that for Ken. Quinn, I have to tell you, I'm so horny right now. I really need you to fuck me."
"Well, I think you should put the seat back, relax, and bring yourself to an orgasm for me."
"Really?"
"Yes, please. I think you should also remove what little you have on and just relax naked on my seat."
Zoë pulled her skirt and blouse off, but left her new shoes on. I drove out of the parking lot and was soon on the interstate.
"Zoë, I'm going to drive by this truck and the trucker is going to be able to look down and see you. Look up at him. Make sure you don't have your hand covering your crotch."
Zoë did as I asked, then went further. She rolled down the window and put her sneaker clad foot on the rear view mirror with plenty of bare leg visible. She positioned herself so that anyone looking down could clearly see her. I came up alongside of the 18-wheeler and slowed to match his speed as we approached the cab.
"He's looking at me."
"Tease him."
Zoë put her finger to her coochie, then put it in her mouth. I heard the trucker toot his horn.
"Quinn, can you get us home? As quickly as possible?"
"Sure."
"I'm going to fuck you until neither of us can move."
"In the meantime, I want to see you pleasure yourself."
As we got into my small town, the skies let loose and we had a torrential downpour. Zoë took off her new shoes and piled her garments on the floor. When I pulled into the drive and stopped, she stepped out, completely naked and put her arms out, the rain drenching her. She slowly spun around. I got out and she ran over and threw herself on me, her legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my head. I barely caught her and staggered back a step. Luckily she was light enough that I didn't have to strain to hold her. She planted her open mouth on mine, driving her tongue into my mouth, rain pouring over us.
She lowered her feet to the ground, then stepped away, spinning around in the rain. She began her graceful dancing, gyrating her hips as the rain glistened on her body. I just stood there, dripping from head to toe, mesmerized by the sight of her. I held out my hand and she ran to me. We got into the mudroom and I could see Zoë's jaw chattering, gooseflesh standing out on her skin. I grabbed a bath towel from the drawer and wrapped it around her.
Her lips were blue, "I'm suddenly so cold."
I held her close, a puddle forming on the floor below us. I was getting cold too and I took off my wet clothes. I got out two more towels. I dried myself, then threw the towel on the floor so we could stand on it. I used the second towel to pat some of the water out of Zoë's hair. Then I knelt before her and dried her legs.
When she was mostly dry, she tugged on my arm, "Let's go upstairs."
Zoë kept the towel around her shoulders as we hurried to the second floor.
When we got to the bed, I signaled for her to wait, "Let me put some of the old towels in between the sheets."
I pulled back the top cover, laid down some fresh towels, and we both jumped in bed. I pulled the covers over us. Zoë snuggled to my chest. Our shared bodily warmth chasing the chill.
She rolled onto my chest; her legs straddling me; her moist, warm coochie on my stomach. She ran her fingers through my damp hair and began passionately kissing me. My hands found her breasts.
"Quinn."
"Yes, my dear."
"It isn't even dinner time yet. If you don't mind, I would like to make love to you very slowly. I would like this to last forever, or at least until either of us can't stand it any longer.
"Your wish is my command, Princess Zoë. First, reach over and put the box of tissues close by."
She did as I asked, "I'm going to get you hard and then we are going to see how long we can make love."
She kissed me ever so softly. "I'll be right back."
She slid down my stomach and took my cock into her mouth. It didn't take long for her to have me completely erect.
She crawled back up and placed my cock between her wet labia.
"I'm going to take my tampon out. You're good with that, right?"
"It's wonderful."
Zoë kissed me, "I think that is so caring. Jared never wanted to be near me when I had my period."
"I think it is perfectly natural. I'm overjoyed to be a part of it."
I received another kiss for that. Now Zoë closed her eyes and moved her hips so that my cock slid very slowly along her slit. She did that for several minutes, then grabbed a tissue, lifted herself from me, and pulled her tampon out. She wrapped it in the tissue and put it behind the box so I couldn't see it.
Zoë placed the tip of my cock at her opening and so very slowly pressed me into her coochie. It was even slower than my anal penetration. The sensation of being slowly enveloped in her warmth and wetness was extraordinary. Moving with exquisite slowness, she took my cock to its hilt, then slowly reversed her hip movement until I was nearly out. She placed her hands on my chest, her head back, eyes closed. I placed my hands on her hips. Time and again she lowered herself at a snail's pace. Every minute or so I felt her clench her pelvic muscles and squeeze my cock.
This sustained, ultra-slow fucking motion was spellbinding. Part of me ached for quick thrusting, part of me savored the sensations. To say she was teasing me was not entirely correct, Yes, Zoë was teasing me, but she was bringing me to a new level of arousal and anticipation. I have no idea how long she fucked me with her ultra-slow pelvic motion, but the entire experience was mind-blowing.
She whispered, "Tell me when you are getting close to an orgasm."
Zoë started grinding her pubic bone against mine, clenching my cock and stretching it with her coochie. She changed to an up and down motion and I could feel fluids flowing over my cock and pubis, no doubt her menstrual blood. Up and down, back and forth. I could feel my orgasm coming and I let her know. Zoë stopped all motion and looked down at me.
She leaned forward and kissed me, "I want to do this forever."
Then it began again, the ultra-slow fucking motion. I lost complete track of time as the afternoon passed into evening. Time and again, she brought me to the brink of the orgasm chasm and pulled me back.
I felt Zoë's thighs and she was certainly getting a workout. I was aching to cum. Blood must have been pooling on my stomach because she took a tissue and wiped me there. She hid the evidence behind the tissue box again.
I put my hand to her cheek, "Zoë, it's okay. You can bleed on me."
She bent over and kissed me, "This is wearing me out. I'm going to finish you off."
Zoë started the same grinding movement that she had used with her ass, her coochie pulling and stretching my cock; back to up and down; back to grinding. We began to make a squishing sound in time with our pelvic motions.
I announced, "Here it comes."
She started the rapid bouncing up and down. As my hips started to rise, Zoë fell on me pressing her mouth to mine. I seemed to cum forever. I know it's only a teaspoon, but it seemed to flow for a long time.
Zoë broke the kiss, "Wow. That felt incredible."
She thrust her tongue into my mouth again.
After a while, she came up for air, "How do we clean up?"
"The ultimate goal is to get to the shower. You'll want to grab some tissues and catch some of what's going to flow out of you. Stay over me and don't worry about dripping. Once you have most of the drips taken care of, keep a handful of tissues at your pussy, and head to the shower. I'll wipe up any liquid and I'll be right behind you."
Zoë did as I instructed and as my cock left her coochie, I could feel some blood flow onto me. She stemmed the flow, mopped me up a little, and then left for the bathroom. I was surprised at how much she had bled on me. I cleaned off most of the blood, plus some clots. Once all the liquid was taken care of I followed her.
After a luxurious shower, we went down to the kitchen in our robes. I made us grilled cheese sandwiches and we polished off the bottle of wine. We went straight back to bed. We lay there touching and petting each other, relishing the skin-to-skin contact.
Chapter 13.
On Tuesday morning I had the following text exchange:
Christina: Are you going to Future Year Convo?
Quinn: Yes. You?
Christina: Can I sit with you?
Quinn: Absolutely. Meet at my office at 11:15.
Full-time faculty are required to attend three formal events per year: the commencement ceremonies in December and May, and the First Year Convocation at the start of the academic year. We have to wear our academic regalia, or as many faculty members call them; our wizard robes; because we look like something out of Harry Potter.
As we were walking into the convocation, Chrissy was behind me, ensuring she would sit next to me.
Francesca was slightly ahead of me in the next column, "Quinn, how was your summer?"
"It was nice and quiet."
"Ready to start playing again?'
"Just let me know when?"
"Maybe next week some time. I'll send out a poll for best times."
"I'll look for it."
"Can we use your barn to rehearse again?"
"Sure.
As we started to file into the seats, Chrissy grabbed my arm and Zoë was suddenly next to me. I let her go in first. I was blessed to have my lovers on either side of me. We filed in and luckily we had seats out of the sun. I figured if the convocation went for more than ninety minutes we would be in direct sunlight. Black polyester wizard robes plus direct sunlight would mean sun-dried professors in short order.
Zoë leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I imagine if everyone knew what has gone on between us."
I passed the message to Chrissy who reached for my hand and hid it under the material.
She whispered back, "They'd be scandalized."
I smiled, "By the way, I love the way your hair smells."
I whispered to Zoë what Chrissy had said and she in turn held my hand under the robes. Without a doubt, it was the best convocation I had ever been to.
Wednesday morning dawned crystal clear. Overnight we had some rain showers and the temperatures could only be described as refreshing. Chrissy had said she wanted to run, so I was in the barn, getting my bicycle down, when she drove up.
Chrissy got out and leaned against her car door, "Have I told you that you look good in bike shorts."
"I think you have, but I don't mind hearing it again."
She closed the door and revealed that she was wearing a pair of skin-tight, yellow Lyrica running shorts, her mons and pubes providing topography to the fabric.
I remarked, "Speaking of looking good in shorts. You are looking good Dr. Ashby."
"Do you like them? I bought them especially for you."
"I love them. I may have to ride behind you so I can admire the view."
"As long as you have my water, you can ride wherever you want. The neighbors might think you're a dirty old man though."
"Good point."
Chrissy stretched in the drive since the grass was wet. Soon she was running and I was practicing my bicycle domestique duties. As we were entering my drive after the run Chrissy got a charley horse in her calf.
I put her arm over my shoulder to take off some of the weight. "Let's get you inside and I'll rub it out."
"Damn this hurts."
I helped her to the couch and had her lay down. She had a large knot in her right calf and I gently massaged it. Her groan was part pain, part relief.
I started talking to fill the silence, "My college roommate was a runner. He was big on bananas for the potassium. Want one?"
"Sure."
I came back with a banana and a bottle of Gatorade. "This may help with your electrolytes."
"Thanks. When you get the knot out, would you mind massaging the rest of my legs?"
"Would I mind massaging a beautiful woman's legs? Gee, there's a difficult question to answer."
"You're impossible."
I began working her muscles starting with her feet. The groans started almost immediately. I worked first her right, then her left leg. Chrissy spread her legs as much as the couch would allow as I worked up to her crotch. I made sure to make contact with the fabric stretched across her vulva as often as possible. I jokingly apologized each time. Then I began on her glutes. I massaged them hard, but was again in teasing mode; making contact with her fabric-covered anus on several occasions.
Chrissy groaned again, "All this is making me wet."
I placed my hand over her crotch. "Yes, I think I can detect some moisture."
"I think in the future, a massage will be part of any showering event. Next time I'll get naked first."
"I like that idea."
"Right now I think you need to lead me up to your shower and clean me really good."
"It will be my pleasure."
"Mine too."
When my class let out on Wednesday, I headed straight to my date with Violet. Her apartment was easy to find and I was knocking on her door two minutes early.
She answered it and looked surprised.
I said, "Hi. What's the matter?"
"I've never had a guy come to my door before. Usually, they just send me a text that they're here."
"I'm old school. I'll even hold the door for you."
"That's so sweet."
She gave me a peck on the cheek and we headed to my car. As promised, I opened the door for her. As she was getting in I was again struck by her waist-length black hair. She wore a sundress that had some kind of mustard floral pattern, a stunning match for her raven locks.
When I got in, Violet gave me a nice smile, "I know my generation gives your generation a lot of shit, but I kind of enjoy this chivalry stuff."
Looking at her I was struck again by her hazel eyes. They were simply enchanting.
I smiled, "I don't know if I would call it chivalry. That's the way my father taught me how to treat a lady."
"Well, it is very nice. I know some women might object, but I enjoy it."
"So where are we going for dinner?"
"I thought I would give you two choices. We have a nice Italian restaurant and a new Greek place that I have heard really good things about."
"They both sound great. Do you have a preference?"
"I've never had Greek food."
"Are you feeling adventurous?"
"Yeah."
"Then Greek it is."
As we were driving I was hoping we wouldn't need reservations. Wednesdays usually weren't busy days in the restaurant world. Luckily, my hunch was correct and the hostess found us a very nice table on the patio overlooking the river.
Opening the menu, Violet looked a little overwhelmed. "I'm not sure what I should get."
"Is there anything you don't like?"
"I'm not a fan of avocados, but that's probably not an issue here."
The waitress came over, "Can I get you anything to start?" She had a bit of an accent.
"Violet, would you like anything to drink?"
"A glass of chardonnay, please."
The waitress nodded, "And you sir?"
"I think I'll have the same thing. Could we have an order of these Turkish Cigars?"
"I'll put that in and be back to with your wine."
"Efharisto."
"Parakalo."
Violet smiled, "You speak Greek?"
"You just heard most of it."
"That's funny," She red the menu, "Spinach and feta wrapped in phyllo dough then lightly fried. That sounds good."
"I remember eating something like that when I was in Souda Bay, Crete."
The waitress returned with two glasses of wine. "Have you had a chance to decide on an entrée?"
I smiled, "Sorry, we were talking. Please give us a couple more minutes."
Violet was studying the menu. "Is there anything you would recommend?"
"Greek food is known for lamb. Anything with it is bound to be good. I've had kuzu makarna and sarma before."
Violet red aloud, "Grilled lamb tossed with linguini. I'll stop right there. That sounds wonderful."
I picked up my wine glass, "Well, here's to a wonderful research assistant. Thank you so much for your help."
We clinked glasses, "Here's to working with a real gentleman."
The waitress returned with the appetizer. "Are you ready to order?"
Violet pointed at the menu, "I would like the kuzu..."
"Kuzu makarna. Very good and sir?"
"I would like the sarma. Oh, wait I see you have souvlaki. I think I'll have that."
"Very well. I'll put your order in."
Violet speared a cigar and placed it on her plate.
I did the same, "Be careful. It's probably hot."
She broke hers in two and steam came out. She leaned forward and took in the fragrance. "Oh, it smells good."
I took a bite of mine, "It tastes good too."
We chatted about life. She was planning on hiking up a nearby mountain ridge. I told how my classes were going.
The waitress returned with our entrées, "How are the cigars?"
I said, "Kalo."
Violet laughed, "I thought you only knew one word in Greek.
"Actually three. Thank you. You're welcome. And kalo."
The waitress said, "Kalo means 'great' in Greek."
Violet laughed, "You are a tricky one, Professor."
I gave up trying to get her to not call me professor. The remainder of the meal was delightful. Violet opened up and became quite talkative. I kept being drawn to her hazel eyes and by the end of the evening I felt like I had made a good friend.
When I pulled up in front of her apartment Violet took my hand and squeezed it. "Thank you so much Professor. I don't think I have had such a nice dinner in a very long time."
She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.
I was a bit startled, "You are most welcome."
Violet laughed then kissed me again. She hopped out of the car hurried to her door. I made sure she was safely inside before I drove off.
I came home from my Thursday classes, ready for the start of my weekend. I was looking forward to whatever experiment Zoë was going to come up with this evening.
I made a nice dinner for myself then retired to my study. I was reading one of my course textbooks when I heard a "yoo hoo" from the back door. I marked my spot and set my book down.
Zoë stood at the study door wearing a different mini-skirt and a thin t-shirt. Of course, she was nipped out. She came over and sat on my lap with her legs over the armrest.
I kissed her, "So, just an observation, and I do not mind in the least, but your nipples seem to be in a perpetual state of excitement."
"Quinn, don't you know the secret?"
"No. What do you do, pinch them before you come in?"
"Exactly. Or sometimes a little twist. Just enough to get them hard for you."
"Well, I appreciate it. Can I ask a favor?"
"Sure."
"Remember how last week I was worried about you?"
"Want me to get an appointment?
I nodded, "I have fallen in love with you Dr. Maisano. Hard. I don't want anything to happen to you."
She kissed me, "I'll call in the morning and make an appointment. I have something I want to talk about."
I nodded. I must have had a funny look on my face.
Zoë laughed, "This isn't bad. So I love how our experiments have been going. I have been learning so much about how our bodies work. What is exciting. What isn't. Actually we haven't done anything that hasn't been exciting."
I nodded again, "Life with Zoë has been nothing short of amazing."
"So," She looked at me with concern, "I want to bring other people to our bed."
I raised my eyebrows, "Threesomes in other words."
"Yeah. How do you feel about that?"
"I have never gone there."
"Yeah, me neither. So, here's the thing. When the Nymphs go hiking it is really arousing for me. I don't know if I am getting wet from showing myself, granted I am mostly showing myself to the forest, but I also like being around other naked people. Well, in this case they are all women. Maybe I'm bi. I don't know. I'd like to find out."
"That's fair. Do you have someone in mind?"
"So, I think Wendy is bi, but I don't think she would want you to do anything with her since she's married. Asha is a lesbian and I don't think she would want you to do anything to her because she isn't interested in men."
"So, if I am hearing this correctly, in either of those cases, everyone would be focused on bringing you pleasure."
"Actually, I haven't thought about it like that, but yes. That sounds really selfish of me. Okay, scrap that idea."
"No. Let's run with it. I don't need to have multiple people having sex with me. I just want to see you enjoy yourself. Remember the mall?"
"How could I forget?"
"That was all focused on you. I had a wonderful time."
"So you would be cool if I brought either Wendy or Asha home one night?"
"I love how you are referring to this as your home. Yes, I'm good with that."
Zoë softly kissed me. Her lips were heavenly.
I opened my eyes with a big grin on my face, "Thank you. By the way, I love the way your legs look so sexy in these skirts."
"I shaved my legs just for you. I also shaved my pubic hairs."
"Off?"
"Oh, no. Just getting rid of stubble to protect your sensitive skin." She placed her hand on my cheek and gently kissed me.
"So how will we be experimenting this evening?"
"Believe it or not, I was hoping we could just have regular sex. Maybe some of the sex positions I was reading about."
"That's cool with me."
"I just want to be next to you. Have skin-to-skin contact. Cuddling and snuggling."
We began an extended make-out session, just enjoying the oral sensations.
To be continued in part 6, Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.