Just Brakes Con't.

***Sorry it's been awhile.  No excuses, I'll just jump back in**

(Just to wrap up from what happened last.. the cops were bringing the rape victim over to do a drive by lineup to confirm or deny if he was the 1 who raped her)

I held my breath.  It didn't look good.  Right before they had driven off, she was shaking her head yes.  YES?!?! YES WHAT?!?! Is what I thinking..

An officer walked away to take a phone call, but not before telling me to stay where I was.  The other officers were just standing around bullshitting like it was nothing.  Like I didn't JUST have a possible rapist in my pool that I was having sex with.  REALLY PPL??

The cop came back within a few minutes but long enough for me to smoke 2 more cigarettes. (hey.. I chain smoke when I'm nervous! Dont judge lol).

As he was walking back over, he looked over his shoulder and waved a 'come here' like gesture at the cop by the car Mr. just breaks was in.  I noticed he was leading mr. just breaks out of the car but turned my attention away when the cop approached me.

"I'm sorry ma'am." he started

My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't look at the cop.  I just didn't want to hear it,.. to know it.. I didn't believe it.  But he continued anyway..

"I'm sorry for the intrusion tonight.  I'm sorry for ruining your evening." He paused as Mr. Just breaks was walked up to stand next to us and turned so he could hear what was being said.

"The victim said it wasn't him.  We apologize." he continued as another officer unhand cuffed mr. just breaks.

The silence was thick.  The heavy sigh from both me and just breaks was loud.  I just stood there.. processing everything the cop had just said.

"Wait.. wait a second.  I saw her shaking her head yes.. why was she shaking her head yes if you're saying she said no??" Not that I was TRYING to implicate him.. but I was curious.

"The officer had asked her if it was him, she said no.. he asked her.. 'are you sure' and she shock her head yes".  As the cop was was telling me this, a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

The EMT's and other officers began gathering their stuff and piling back into their cars quickly.  The real rapist was still out there and they had to go find him.

Mr. just breaks and I slowly made our way back to the back yard and into the patio in silence. The mood was DEFINITELY ruined.  I set my cigarettes down and started to gather our things from around the pool and noticed he was still just standing there staring at me.

"What?" I asked, curious to his stare.

He said nothing, just kept staring at me while I stayed still, half bent over picking the pool noodles off the ground.  Before I had a chance to ask him again, he closed the distance between us in 3 steps and was directly in front of me.  I slowly stood up, never taking my eyes off his.  He reached down, ran his hand into my hair and pulled my lips towards his.  It was intense.  Like, make me dizzy intense.  When he finally pulled away, I had to blink a few times to clear my vision and my head. 

"Wh.. what was that ffff.." I didn't even get to finish asking him what that was for, before he was kissing me again.  Hard and passionate.  Not like the kisses we shared before.  As he kissed me, he pulled me by the hand towards the house.  I followed, never breaking the kiss.

We didn't even make it all the way into the house when our towels came off.  It was animalistic.  Clawing at each other, trying to get more.  The couch was the closest so that's where we landed. 

Intense is the only way I could describe it.  It was gentle.  It wasn't slow.  It was raw.  Like our lives depended on it.. we HAD to have it and couldn't get it fast enough.  There was no foreplay.  There was no 'taking our time'.  Heavy breathing and loud grunts were the only noise.  It was over about as fast as it started, but I wasn't complaining.  It was probably the best sex I had had in a very long time. 

When we were done, we just laid there, him on top of me, staring into each other's eyes.  Nothing was said for what seemed like hours until he rolled over onto his back. 

"wow" was the only thing I could think of to say.

"yea.. "  he paused "I really need to get going"

"yea.. I know." I replied, but neither of us make an effort to get up.

Another 20 minutes passed before I started to get up and grab my towel again, I couldn't stop thinking of the events of the night.  What a good 1st 'date' lol

"this was a weird night" he spoke, breaking my thoughts. "never in a million years did i think that was how the night was going to go"

"I know... me either.  It's definitely memorable tho" I laughed.

By this time he was standing and trying to get dressed... tho he couldn't find 1 sock lol

"I guess I better get going..........." he trailed off. 

"yea... i guess..." neither of us acted like we wanted the night to end. But he had to get home to his wife before she started to suspect something and I had to do damage control with the neighbors.

We made plans to talk again soon as I walked him to the door.  He kissed me goodbye, gentle at first, but progressively getting more heated.

"I better stop or I won't leave" he said as he broke away.  I just nodded in agreement.

I watched as he climbed in his car, waved goodbye and drove off.

I didn't know if I'd ever see him again, but I knew I'd remember this night for the rest of my life.
 

10 Rules of Love

And when I say love.. I mean sex (chosen from past experiences)

1. Don't trust him when he asks to only 'stick the tip in'.

2. Watch out for that 3rd hand.

3. 'Donkey Gong' me and die.

4. No. It's NOT a 'protein shake' and it won't make my skin clearer.

5. They lie when they say it was an accident.  They know full well what hole they were aiming for.

6. The sentences "This has never happened before" or "My body just isn't used to you yet" are complete BULLSHIT excuses for the fact that they just can't get it up.  Don't take it personally.. it's their issue, not yours.

7. The pull out method doesn't work.

8. Never use the term "Ohh God! Stop teasing me!! I want you in me so bad" until you are 100% for SURE he isn't ALREADY in.

9. Never snicker when he reviews himself as if he was showing some great art.  He's trying to be sexy.. doesn't matter if he's smaller than your thumb.

10. Unless you want him to NEVER have sex with you again.. never say 'Why are you stopping?? That's it?? Seriously?? You're done already??'

Hope these will help ya'll along the way.. or at least make you chuckle.  Wish someone would have given ME these a long time ago lol

Jamaica Pt. 2

Mel and I changed into long t-shirts and got comfortable on the patio. We had the best view! Our hotel came out of the side of a mountain and overlooked the ocean. It was perfect and I never wanted to leave.

Mel started telling me her story: After they left our room, they headed down to the dance club and had a few more drinks. He was normally the bartender there, but he had the night off. The club was pretty empty since it was so late. There were a few still left, nursing a beer or 2, tryin' to hit on the single ladies hoping to get some action. Mel and Cuba Gooding, Jr.'s mini-me drank, danced, flirted.. then drank and flirted some more. He showed her around the club.. though I don't really see what there was to actually 'show' her. It was a club.. it had a bar, a dance floor, tables.. and upstairs more tables and chairs. Simple. I saw the club the following night.. there wasn't anything special about it. Not to me anyway.

Apparently I didn't get the same 'tour' as she did. Her tour consisted off basically the same thing.. bar, dance floor, upstairs.. tables, chairs.. sex on the stairs. Yep! You read that correctly. On the STAIRS! In the middle of a club.. that was STILL open! STILL had ppl in it! Ok.. I've been adventurist but wow.. not that much! I don't really like ppl *watching* me have sex... well.. not unless I plan on inviting them to join eventually. She gave me the 'dirty' details, which I will spare you since it's her story (and privacy). I also shared my story and we sat up past the sunrise laughing, comparing men, details and smoking more cigarettes than we should have.

I woke up hot, stiff and confused. Where the fuck was I and why was I so damn hot. Did the A/C bust in the room? They were SOOOO gonna fix that ASAP or we were changing rooms. And why was it so goddamn bright? Didn't I tell Mel to shut the blinds before going to bed? Wait.. DID we ever go to bed?? I finally opened my eyes. Nope. We were STILL sitting in those plastic shitty chairs on the balcony. It was bright as hell out.. my head started instantly pounding.. I was sweating thru the t-shirt and my body was locked in the sitting position. I tried to call Mel to wake her up too.. knowing she was gonna be in as much pain as I was but she wouldn't stir. I was stuck in the chair and moving hurt like a bitch. I was able to grab the plastic water bottle I had downed earlier and threw it at her. Surprisingly.. smacking her in the face didn't wake her, but when the bottle hit the wall and slammed to the ground it did. She made the same moans I did, looked just as confused as I did and looked like she was in the same pain. Good.. misery loves company lol.

Eventually we were able to peel ourselves off the chairs and walk.. which looked more like a crab than a human. We finally showered, got dressed and headed down for food. We were so hung over we couldn't even walk straight and I wanted to kill the midget in my head with his stupid hammer. The rest of the day we spent napping or down at the pool. By nightfall we were feeling better and went back down to the pool as we heard some people our age partying. Shortly after getting there, we struck up a conversation with some trucker that was down there on vacation. He had a shitload of Jamaican pot on him and asked us if we wanted to smoke together. Of course we said yes and headed up to his room with fresh drinks in our hand. The thought that this guy was some crazy vacation-murdering freak never crossed our minds... thank God he wasn't. We hung out in his room (which was just a few doors down from our room) for a little bit, smoked some, he gave us some as he was leaving the next day and couldn't bring it back with him.

We got up to leave and almost fell right on our faces. We had smoked plenty of 'American' weed before.. but this shit!?!? OMFG We stumbled back to our room, changed clothes and collasped on our beds. I couldn't even tell you what time it was, but the sun was far from coming up.

The next morning I woke up in a puddle of my own drool. Sexy, I know lol. Sitting up made me dizzy and I swore the room was tilted.

I was still stoned. I looked at the clock and it was 2pm. 2-fucking-pm!! WTF?! I just lost like 12 hrs. and was STILL stoned! WTF was IN that weed? I crawled out of bed and went to hers. I had to find out if she was just as fucked up as I was.

She was. We were confused, stoned, hungry and hung over again. Time to sit on the balcony, drink juice (coffee for her), smoke (cigarettes!! not the weed) and figure out our plans for the day.

Jamaica part 1

**This is for SweetCanadian**

Early 2000 my friend, Mel, won tickets for 2, all expenses paid, at an all enclusive resort in Jamiaca. She originally was taking her live-in boyfriend but about 2 months before the trip they broke up and she asked me to go instead. Her birthday was the day we arrived and we couldn't think of a better way to celebrate her 21st.

August is a HOT month for Florida. The thought of laying beachside or poolside for 5 days, having waiters catering to our every need, unlimited food and great sights sounded like just what we needed.

We arrived on the 24th. Getting from the airport to our hotel felt like it took 6 hrs... but it was probably only 2. As soon as we arrived, we dropped our luggage in the room, changed into bathing suits and flip-flops and ran down to the pool. They had a swim up bar and the drinks were free as well. To say we were pleased is an understatement.

The bar tender was a short, DARK dark skinned guy. He reminded me of a dark Cuba Gooding, Jr. a little bit and he made us laugh. He sang happy birthday to her and kept the drinks coming. His accent was enthralling and her and I both were flirting our asses off.

"Everything iree?" is what he'd ask us. The first few times he said it, her and I would stare at him, glance at eachother and back at him with a 'wtf did you just say?' expression. Apparently that loosely translated to 'everything alright?' or 'everything happy?'. We learned that quickly, as EVERY native said it.

Before we knew it, it was already dark and we were falling off our in the water bar stools. We were exhausted from our trip, very pruny, and decided to grab some food then head back to the room as the pool bar was closing anyway. There was a small food hut close by so we dried off and made our way over. The food hut didn't open for another hour but we knew if we went to the room to change, we wouldn't go back out so we waited. Finally it opened.. and guess who was the cook?? None other than Cuba Jr.'s mini-me. More flirting ensued while we ate. A friend of his, and fellow co-worker.. another bartender, came by to chat with him and sat with us. Mel flirted shamelessly with mini-me as I did the same with the friend, as they kept bringing us more alcohol. Before we knew it, it was 2am, the hut was closing and we were beyond drunk. They asked us to join them in the dance club on site, but I was just too drunk and tired to go. They walked us up to our rooms under the guise of 'making sure you get there ok'. Once there, Mel decides she does want to go dancing, however I stay behind.... with jr's friend. As Mel was leaving, I asked her to call the room before coming back, just 'incase' she would have interupted something.

Within 3 minutes of the door closing, me and jr's friend were all over each other. In the middle of getting naked he decides to tell me that he's married, has a child and has no intentions of leaving them. What a mood killer.... I, as politely as I can while drunk, tell him I don't give a fuck about that, I'm not looking to get married.. I'm not even wanting to see him again after that night, so I really don't give a shit. We continued getting undressed.

What came as a shock to me was how eager he was to go down. A LOT of blk men in America won't do it.. for whatever reason. But he did and it was great. It's his turn to lay down and finish undressing. As his boxers slid off I noticed how large he was, but it wasn't until I actually leaned in to give him head that I saw the VERY sharp curve to his dick. I mean.. the guy seriously could have fucked me from around a corner it was so bent. I know a lot of guys have a curve.. but Jesus Christ this thing looked like it was broken in 1/2. I stopped and looked up at him. He was laying back, posed and ready to recieve as if there was nothing wrong with it. I just shrugged and got to work.

10 min. later he was pulling me up and laid me on my back. The difference in our skin tone was very evident. He was just as dark as jr., if not more, and my pale milky skin looked like it glowed next to him.

I felt him near my opening, trying to enter. The head of his dick was so large it felt like a giant shiitake mushroom. I couldn't help but pull away, pushing up toward the headboard. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me back. Thankfully he took his time. He slowly picked up pace and within a minute or two my back was arching and I was grabbing at the sheets. He flipped me over and we tried doggy. It was even better. It didn't take long before we were both sweating, panting, and collasping on the bed. After a 20 min break, we started again.

Mel called in the middle of that one and I asked her to give us 20 more min. and call back. She sat at 1 of the bars.. yes.. drinking some more. After 20 min., she called back but we still weren't done. I asked her to give us 10 more min. After 30 min. of straight fucking, surely this guy would cum again? Right?? Wrong.... After the 3rd time she called, I told him he had 5 more min... if he didn't cum by then, too bad. I guess the pressure worked b/c it didn't even take him that long. She knocked on the door a few minutes later as I was grabbing his clothes and attempting to shove him out the door. Mel and him exchanged glances and a nod, he left, she came in and shut the door.

"OMG! You're never gonna guess what I just did!" She exclaimed

I had a pretty good idea since she was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. We decided to grab our cigarettes, some water and head out to the balcony to exchange stories....

The Driveby ID

I asked the female cop if I can at least throw some clothes on instead of walking out to the front with just a towel on. I can only imagine what they neighbors are already thinking. I'm sure they are all out in their front yards gossiping since there are about 6 cop cars and an ambulance out there.

I grab shorts and t-shirt and walk with the deputy towards the front. The whole time I'm asking a million questions. "What time did this attempted rape happen?", "How far away was it?".. all kinds of things. She answered some of questions in between trying to 'calm' me down.

"Miss, lets just get you over to the EMT's so they can check you out. Just calm down.. everything will be O.K."

She was really starting to piss me off because she wasn't listening to a damn word I was saying. She thought I was getting hysterical (have you ever looked up where the word hysterical came from? I suggest you do if you want a good laugh.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_hysteria)

Anyway.. she thought I was getting hysterical because of what they 'thought' he had done to me. I finally stopped walking so she'd look at me and explained myself again. This time I made her listen to me. I explained the events of the night.. from the time he got to my place until they showed up. I explained that what they saw was consensual... no way was he raping me. She finally looked like she was starting to understand me and asked if I would repeat what I said to the officers out front.

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When we arrived out front Mr. Just Breaks was already in the car. The look he gave me was a mixture of fear, confusion and anger. I can't blame him.. I'd feel the same way. The female cop called a few of the other officers over and asked if I would repeat what I had told her and I did. They all looked at me like they didn't believe me.

They were really starting to piss me off.

To break the silence, I recommended them to check his car and my car to prove that it hadn't been driven in awhile. The hood shouldn't be hot proving that either vehicle hadn't been driven in at least 2 hrs. 1 officer was given the task while the rest just stood around and watched, waiting for a sign. He came back and reported that both hoods were indeed not hot but that it still didn't prove he hadn't done it.

These cops were really starting to get on my nerves! What did I have to do to prove to them he couldn't have done it!?! They excused themselves so they could talk and asked if I would let the EMT's check me out. I declined stating that I had no injuries and didn't need it... that they could send them off. The cops didn't seem happy, they still didn't believe me. I know in that line of work many people will lie for others, but that's not me. But.. they didn't know that.

I lit a cigarette while scanning the street. Only 1 neighbor had come out to walk his dog, so that was good. However, it HAD to be the neighbor that was the street's gossiper. He always knew what was going on and loved to tell everyone about it. I knew I had to talk to him before he spread it all over... especially to my parents.

Before I had a chance to go over and talk to him, a few of the cops came back to inform me that they were going to do a 'driveby' line up. They were having another officer drive the victim by to see if she would ID Mr. Just Breaks as the guy that broke into her house and try to rape her.

It was't long before they were bringing him back out of the car, standing at the curb with just a towel on. I saw the cop car slowly driving down my street and I held my breath. Even though I was 99.99% sure it wasn't him, there was still a small part of me that was doubting what I knew. Could I have gotten the times wrong? Could they have? Did he really have time to do before coming over??

The car approached slowly. The cop said something to her.. she paused.. said something back.. the cop replied.. she shook her head yes and they drove off.

I just stood there. Did she really just nod her head yes?? What did that mean? Oh GOD! What did he do?? What was I thinking bringing him here? I didn't even know him? Could that have been me???

Umm.. WHAT?

As soon as I noticed that the helicopter was directly over us, watching us, highlighting us with it's HUGE search light, I freaked. I started to push Mr. Just Breaks away which caused him to lose his grip on me.

****Side note and a little advice for anyone who doesn't already know this: While water is NOT a good lubricant for sex.. it DOES however make your skin slick as snot.***

He lost his grip, I went flailing under the water, he tried to catch me but I was too busy trying to get myself up to the surface and he couldn't keep a hold of me. By the time I did finally breech the surface I ended up coughing up a lung. (I'm not a very strong swimmer to begin with and I'm not really a huge fan of water but I just wanted to try having sex in a pool... not so sexy now..) I'll admit, I probably over reacted which didn't help any, on top of the fact that even though I KNEW he was trying to help me, I couldn't help but think he was trying to drown me so I'm sure I elbowed or kicked him a few times too lol.

When I finally got the coughing under control and began my slow swim back to the steps, he kept asking me if I was O.K. (Hello dumbass! I almost drowned and I think I just swallowed 1/2 the water in the pool!! NO I'm NOT O.K.!!) I grunted a reply as I swore under my breath about the damn helicopter that started this whole mess. If they would have just kept flying by instead of being nosy as hell, this wouldn't have happened!!

Before I could even finish my thought though, the gate to the fence around our backyard sprang open and there were about 20 cops rushing into the pool area. Of course I screamed (like a little bitch lol) and dove for a towel. (I mean.. hello!?!? I'm naked here and there's a shit load of cops rushing in with their guns drawn!!) A cop that was closer to my towel grabbed it and rushed towards me to help me cover myself while the others began barking orders for Mr. Just Breaks to slowly exit the pool with his hands up.. still with their weapons pointed and ready to shoot.

I had no idea what was going on...

Was Mr. Just Breaks a wanted felon or something? I mean, I really didn't know the guy all that well and it never really occurred to me until THAT moment! Never even thought to ask! But really.. when asked would he honestly answer: 'Oh yea.. caught a few charges on rape and shit.. but nothing major.. not like I killed the girl or anything".

Needless to say I think I started having a panic attack.. which until that moment I had never had 1 before. The officer kept trying to wrap the towel around me but I kept fighting him off. Yelling at him not to touch me and that I could do it myself. I glanced over towards the pool just as Mr. Just Breaks was climbing out and onto his stomach, as directed.

The officer beside me kept trying to calm me down. In a slow and calm voice he kept saying "It's O.K. Ma'am. We're here now. He can't hurt you anymore".

I was perplexed. What the FUCK was going on?!?

Me: Uhh.. what the fuck are you talking about?! And why in the hell did you just bust into my yard!!??

Officer: Ma'am.. Just settle down. We're going to have the EMT's examine you to make sure you're O.K.

(I guess I was still coughing up a lung)

Me (swatting his hands away): I'm FINE! Just tell me wtf is going on!?!?

He talks into his radio, asking for the EMT's to come back to check me out.

Me: I don't NEED any damn EMT's! What I NEED is a damn explanation!!

Another officer walks up, a female this time and taps the male officer on the shoulder: I'll take over, I think dealing with a woman might be better for her right now.

Me: WHY IS EVERYONE TREATING ME LIKE A VICTIM??!

Female officer as she tries to lead me away: Ma'am... let's come sit down over here and talk for a minute and I'll explain everything.

I let her lead me to the table and chairs and I grab a cigarette while I wait for her explanation.

Female officer: Are you O.K? Do you need anything before we get started?

Me: No. I'm fine. I just want to know wtf is going on! Why are all of you here!?

Female officer: I don't know if you were aware, but a few neighborhoods over, there was a burglary and an attempted rape just a bit ago. The guy took off before we could catch him and we've been looking for him since. Our helicopter has been out searching since it happened and noticed you 2 in the pool...

Me: Yea.. I noticed it was flying around.....

Female officer: Good. Now what I need you to do is go with the EMT's and let them take you to the hospital so we can have you checked out. We're sorry it took us this long to get here, to get to you before he assaulted you, but we're here now. I would like to go with you to the hospital so I can get your statement. Since we caught him in the act we can arrest him right now.

UMM.. HELLO... WWHHATT??

I stared at her with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST SAY?? I glanced back over to where Mr. Just Breaks was.. and he was already hand-cuffed, they threw a towel around him and began leading him out the gate to their car. I jumped up...

Me: WAIT!! EVERYONE JUST HOLD ON A MINUTE!!!!

They continued to lead him away and no one seemed to pay any attention to me. I looked back to the female officer..

Me: Wait.. wait.. WAIT!! A damn minute!! Who do you think he is?? When did the burglary happen? No.. you're wrong.. it can't be him!!!

Female officer: Just calm down Ma'am. We're taking him away so he can't hurt you anymore.

Me: No.. you don't understand. He wasn't HURTING ME! I asked him to come over.. he.. we.. I was willing.. WILLING!! He didn't rape me or anything else!

Female officer: This isn't your fault. Don't think that you asked for this....

Me: No! You're wrong! All of you are wrong! I know it's not my 'fault' because nothing happened that I didn't WANT to happen! Don't you get that?

The female officer stands and gets me walking out to the front yard where the ambulance is waiting. She isn't listening to a word I'm saying and by now Mr. Just Breaks is sitting in the car... staring at me.

I freeze. I'm so confused. Did he really just break into someone's house before he got to mine? He did seem a little nervous when I answered the door. I just thought it was because he was nervous coming over to my parent's house.. nervous because this was only our 2nd time hanging out...

High Tech

After I stared at phone for a few minutes wondering if this guy had totally lost his damn mind, I texted back declining his offer saying I already had plans.

Mr. Just Breaks: Is that your way of blowing me off?

Me: Nooo!! Not at all. I just really can't make it tonight.

MR. Just Breaks: hmmm..mmm..

Me: wtf is that for? I promise you I'm not blowing you off.

Mr. Just Breaks: then after your plans tonight meet up with me

Me: Really.. I can't. I'm sorry. Some other time??

Mr. Just Breaks: Ok. Hey.. can I ask you a question?

Me: Umm.. OK???

Mr. Just Breaks: I don't want to sound like a pussy or that i'm sweatin you.. but did i do something wrong?

Me: No. Not at all. It's just.. well.. I can't.

Mr. Just Breaks: ??????

Me: Jesus.. you're gonna make me spell it out.. fine. My shit feels beat up, OK!?! I can't sit right and I'm sore as hell. There's no fucking way you're gonna be getting anywhere NEAR my shit for a few days if not a week. THATS why I can't make it tonight.

Mr. Just Breaks: Oh

Me: OH!? That's all you have to say is 'Oh'?? You totally fuck my shit up and all you can say is oh??? lmao

Mr. Just Breaks: Oh.. umm i'm sorry? But you seemed to enjoy it at the time.

Me: wow.. that was nice, very sincere lol. Ok.. i'm done conversating, i'm going back to sit on another tub of ice. Don't worry.. it's not you, it's me. And when I say it's me.. I mean it's really you and that damn baseball bat you carry around in your pants. ttyl!! xoxo

I chuckled to myself as I flung my phone on my bed and made my way back into the tub. This guy couldn't be for real, right? I mean.. he HAS to know that he has a fucking huge dick. I'm sure I wasn't the 1st one to tell him.... right??

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Over the next few days Mr. Just Breaks called and texted checking in to 'see if my lips were still swollen like mike tyson beat on them' (his words, not mine). We both got a good laugh at my beating.. errr.. soreness and it became sort of a game.

Mr. Just Breaks: So.. how's the lips?

Me: Still looking like the kid from the fat albert show..thanks for asking!

Mr. Just Breaks: hahah sorry.. i'm not into dudes..

Me: That's fine.. since i'm white.. and you know.. not a guy..

The more we texted and chatted, I really began to like him. He was funny, got my humor without thinking I was weird and we enjoyed a lot of the same things. It was closer to 2 weeks before I even considered hanging out with him again. While the swelling had gone away, I was still super tender and didn't want to aggrevate it any.

My parents were going out of town the following weekend and asked me to stop by a few times to grab the mail and check on the house. My 1st thought was YES!! SKINNY DIPPING TIME!!! (It was in last spring after all.. and late spring here means temps in the high 80's if not 90's during the day and 70's at night with tons of humidity). Of course I texted Mr. Just Breaks to see if he'd be able to make it and before I even told him exactly what days he was already agreeing to come over.
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Sat. evening came and we both had had to work during the day for a few hours. He texted me when he was leaving work and kept giving me updates on when to expect his arrival, around 9pm. I got to my parent's house about 30 minutes before he showed up, already in my swimsuit. (Didn't want to just jump into the whole skinny dipping thing right away.) When I opened the door and he saw my in my suit, he gave me a weird expression. When I explained to him that I was going swimming and that he was welcome to join me, he replied that he hadn't brought swimming trunks. I gave him a smile that basically said "I know" and he smiled back.

We chatted for a few minutes and after we both grabbed something to drink (he brought his own beer) we headed out back to the pool. I initially got in with my suit on and played the nice girl, turning my head when he undressed and walked in. Before I had a change to turn around, I felt him pressed up against me from behind.
He pulled my hair over to the side and kissed my neck. Thankfully we were in water because my knees began to buckle. His hands slide around to the front of me slowly rubbing his way up.

He slide the strap off my shoulder, moving on to the other side, kissing my neck the whole way. I pressed myself against him, feeling him get hard through my bathingsuit. I turned to face him as he slid my suit down to my waist. His kisses became harder, almost bruising my flesh. He dipped me backwards, dipping all of my hair into the water and making me arch my chest into the air. With 1 of his hands supporting me, his other hand continued to push my suit further and further down my legs and his mouth found my nipple.

Even though it wasn't late in the evening and it being a Sat. night, it was unusually quiet in the neighborhood. Normally you can hear the neighbors out on their own decks playing music or swimming. I realized maybe I should have turned on a radio to possibly drown out any noises we may make. (My parents have nosey neighbors and I really didn't want them to tell my parents, "hey.. we heard ppl having sex in your pool while you were gone")

But before I finished the thought, I felt his hand begin to wonder down my body finding that perfect spot to make me cum. I reached down as best as I could and found that he was hard and ready. I had attempted to have sex in water only 1 other time and it didn't work so well but was willing to give it another try.

He pulled me back up to facing him and pulled my legs around his body. I locked my ankles behind his back as he started to enter me.

"Please! Go slowly.. besides that I'm still tender, water isn't a good lube"

he chuckled but nodded in agreement. He took his time and it felt wonderful. Since my body knew what to expect this time, I didn't tense up as much. Just as we were getting a good rythm I heard a helicopter in the disance. Thankful for *some* type of noise, I fully let my self be taken into the moment.

Have you ever been so into the moment you temporarily forget where you are? All you can think of is how great the sex is feeling? How great it feels to have him inside of you? How you love the way he's touching you, caressing you, kissing you? Yep.. that was me.. and him apparently because we didn't notice that the helicopter had gotten closer and was now hovering over the pool.

With the search light on.

Directed right at us.

Just hovering there.

Like high-tech peeping Toms...........