"You are going to let me up, right," said Brian. Becca looked down at him with a mischievous grin, "absolutely."
"How long have we known each other, since third grade?"
Brian had always cared for Becca. Even when they were funny, skinny kids, their teeth in braces, living next door to each other in the Charleston neighborhood. They had done everything together. They played baseball in T Ball league. They went skinny dipping in the stone quarry when they were ten. They played jacks and skipped rope together. At twelve, they both got grounded, after Brian's Father caught them playing "doctor" in Brian's boyhood tree house. Now, after college graduation and Brian returning to his hometown, they had run into each other in an adult erotic bookstore. "Brian, is that you! Becca, you look absolutely fantastic, Brian gasped. Brian noticing the generous feminine curves of his old playmate, questioned, Becca, are you married? Kids? Brian, I'm divorced. You didn't know him. You wouldn't want to know him." How long were you married? Remembering the pain and the darkness, Becca said, it was two really long and painful years. "Brian. Are you married? No, college took all my time. Hey, let's grab some lunch, okay," questioned Brian. Brian hoped that Becca would say yes. Man was she gorgeous he thought. Okay, Becca responded, let me pay for my stuff and I'll meet you outside." At lunch, Becca told Brian about Phil, her ex-husband. "He put me in the hospital once and that was enough, she said. But that's all over with. Hey, I want you to meet my roommate. You'll just love her. Follow me home."
As Brian was following Becca through the old Charleston streets, his mind wandered at what he had seen and heard at lunch. Becca's light reddish brown hair was short, cut close to frame her gentile bone structure. It appeared shorter because of her long slender neck. She had worn a frilly halter-top, which accented her generous but not pendulous breasts. A tiny waist and flaring hips capped the obviously strong legs, that Brian saw stretch the beige cotton shorts. A tingle in his crotch reminded him just how sensual, Becca was. He had thought of her from time to time, wondering what she was doing, who she was with. They hadn't seen each other since high school. What was she doing in the bookstore? he thought. As Becca pulled onto a stone driveway, Brian thought, "I wonder if she's seeing anyone. She'd have to be, as luscious as she looks."
"Come on in and grab the sofa, Becca said. I'll get you a glass of wine and see if Mona is here." Brian sat down on one end of the sofa and took in the view of the dense woods, behind the house. Even though the entire wall was glass, the tinting gave a smoky cover to the wooded area. The room, like the house was in soft pastels. "Mona's not here yet, Becca said, as she handed Brian a glass of wine. Brian drank the wine as he drank in the beautiful vision in front of him. Brian, I've always loved your eyes, they're the deepest green." As Becca traced her finger down Brian's jaw line, she put her wine glass down and looked into Brian's eyes. Despite the refrigerated air in the house, both Brian and Becca could feel the heat that was radiating from each other.
"Becca," Brian whispered as he bent forward, tasting Becca's lips, ever so slightly. Becca's hand went around Brian's head and pulled his mouth tighter on her own, and slipped her tongue into Brian's mouth. Exploring his teeth and tongue, Becca, inhaled deeply and dropped her hand down onto Brian's leg. Brian brought his hand up, cupping Becca's firm breast, stroking her back gently with his other hand. As his cock began to grow, Becca unzipped Brian's jeans and reached in, freeing the member so that it could extend its full length. "Good Lord Brian, I don't remember this monster," she gasped as she measured its length with her fingers. She couldn't get her hand completely around the base, close to Brian's balls. "Becca, we didn't get to finish our examination when we were playing "doctor.""
Becca slid down to the floor in front of Brian, unclasped his belt. Tugging, Becca pealed Brian's jeans and shorts down and off his legs. "Brian, it's a foot long," Becca, exclaimed. "Becca, you were never good at math," he grinned. It's only nine and a half inches. Becca wasn't listening. She had captured a large hanging testicle with her lips and sucked it gently into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. "Oh God" gasped Brian. Becca let the object pop from her mouth and licked her way up and around Brian's cock until she was at the top. A glistening pearl of liquid was perched on the tip. As she touched it with her tongue and pulled back, the liquid stretched the distance between her tongue and Brian's dick. Quickly, Becca closed the distance sucking in the liquid as her mouth closed tightly over the tip of the penis in her hands. Sucking and nibbling she heard a deep, long moan escape from Brian's lips. "Not too much, too soon big boy," she laughed as she stood up. Pulling down her shorts and panties, Brian could only stare at the prominent mound of firm flesh covered with a thin wispy reddish brown cover. His hands encircled the firm flesh of Becca's bottom and began to pull her toward him. She held her ground and lifted her top over her head releasing the most beautiful set of feminine breasts Brian had ever seen. Dusky dark areolas surrounded the longest, thickest nipples he had ever seen. Brian's balls began to hurt under the strain of wanting release. Quickly, he pulled his shirt over his head and gasped, "Where is the bedroom, Becca."
"Brian, I want to do something with you. I want you to lie down on the bed." With a quizzical look, Brian lay down on his back; his manhood sticking straight up likes a periscope looking for quarry. Becca reached down next to the bed and brought out the sack from the bookstore. She pulled a pair of glistening stainless steel handcuffs, lined with deep dark violet velvet. "I want to cuff your arms, Brian. I won't hurt you. If you don't like anything, just say, "enough" and I'll let you up. "Please Brian?"
