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  Andrew and I nodded in agreement.

  “It was going great, until we had sex. He said he wanted to take me from behind and I…I…” She shut her eyes tight. “I queebed.”

  Andrew and I erupted into hysterics.

  “Stop. It’s not funny. It just kept happening. I was so embarrassed. I threw my clothes on and split. It’s seriously…not funny.” She cracked up a little too and joked. “I was like, ‘sorry to leaving you hanging.’ I queebed and ran.”

  I laughed even harder. “Oh my gosh, you’re Queeb Latifah.”

  Our hilarity reached a fever pitch. Andrew doubled over and pounded the table. He reached over and gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “God, you two are hilarious. So, Ashley can I assume there will be no third date?”

  “Seriously? Can you imagine? Date two and we’re through. I hope I never see him again. What about you, Sylvie? What’s going on with you and Jason? Is he still waking you up every morning with his cock a doodle do?”

  “Yes. Honestly, we’re in kind of a rut. The only time we have sex is first thing in the morning, and it’s always the same. And I…”

  Ashley interrupted. “You’re not getting any satisfaction, are you?”

  I shook my head. “Not really.”

  “I would talk to him about it.” Andrew interjected. “Men can be really dense sometimes. You might have to spell it out, and tell him what you want. Or better yet, ask him what his ultimate fantasy is. It could spark a conversation that could lead to greater satisfaction for both of you. Communication is key.”

  I cocked my head and smiled. “You’re so smart and yet so single. How is that possible?”

  “Yeah.” Ashley added. “What’s going on with you? You’re always so secretive. Are you seeing anybody?”

  Andrew folded his arms. “If I have anything significant to report, you two will be the first to know.”

  My eyes darted back and forth between them. “Well, what do you know…two attractive, single successful people are sitting right here. How come you two have never dated?”

  Ashley threw her napkin at me. “Sylvie Hancock, you did not just put us on the spot like that?”

  “Oh yes I did. Come on Andrew, Queeb Latifah will treat you real nice.”

  He laughed. “I’m sure she would, but I would have to take a number with the beautiful Ashley.”

  “You wouldn’t.” Ashley replied and kicked me under the table. “But, probably best not to mix business with pleasure.”

  I plucked up my wine. “It’s just something to think about. After all, if Jason proposes on our anniversary, I already have the Hyatt penciled in for a spring wedding. You guys don’t want to get stuck at the single’s table with all the dateless rejects.”

  Andrew raised his glass. “Ashley, I’ll make a pact with you. If neither one of us is seeing anyone when Sylvie and Jason get married, we’ll go together.”

  She toasted. “It’s a date. And, here’s to your anniversary Sylvie. Do you think he’s going to pop the question?”

  “I hope so. Since he made partner at the law firm, he’s been talking about our future, like where he wants to build a house and he even mentioned having kids someday. I mean, he’s acting all aloof about our anniversary. I think he’s trying to throw me off. There’s just one thing.” I took my last sip of wine, placed my glass back on the table, and sighed.

  “What is it?” Ashley asked. “You can tell us anything.”

  I glanced down and glided my fingertips over the white linen tablecloth. “Well, I’m thinking about getting a boob job and maybe some liposuction on my thighs.”

  Andrew slouched back in his chair. “Why would you do that?”

  I shrugged. “Just something Jason said got me thinking. Plus, if he proposes, I’ll want to look perfect on my wedding day.”

  “If it will make you feel better about yourself, then go for it.” Ashley said. “But for the record, I think you look great.”

  “Yeah right.” I responded. “Coming from the woman with a body most would kill for.”

  Andrew patted my hand. “Don’t sell yourself short. And only do this, if it’s what you really want. Hey, you barely touched your lunch. Did you eat too many peanut M&M’s for breakfast again?”

  I pushed my plate away. “No. I guess I’m not that hungry.”

  Andrew’s hand lingered on top of mine. “Sylvie, look at me. You don’t need a boob job and you most certainly do not need liposuction. Please, for me, finish your lunch.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Let’s have a look Miss Hancock,” Doctor Nobbs said as he examined my breasts. It was two days later at my plastic surgery consultation. I hadn’t made up my mind yet, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to check out my options.

  The doctor put me at ease by having his nurse, Debra, present. They were both attractive and possibly in their early forties. It appeared red headed Debra had implants of her own. Her tits looked magnificent in her tight uniform. They simultaneously palmed my breast flesh, exchanging glances and nodding. My nipples protruded forth like two ripe nubs, ready to combust.

  Debra circled the pad of her thumb on the left one. “You’re quite sensitive, aren’t you?”

  I blew out a shaky breath. “Yes. Will I lose any of my sensitivity if I decide to get the implants?”

  “A little,” Doctor Nobbs replied, as his hands roamed over my breast. “The larger the implant the more sensitivity you lose. I wouldn’t recommend going up more than one cup size for your small frame.”

  The continued light caresses over my perky B boobs dampened my cotton thong. Jiminy Crickets. If I stood, there would be a wet spot of my arousal left behind.

  “Whatever you decide, you should know, you have lovely, firm breasts.” Debra said.

  They ceased their tag team, titty turn on and I closed the paper-thin gown. “I was actually thinking your breasts are beautiful. Sorry for staring. I can’t take my eyes off of them.”

  “Would you like to touch them?” Debra asked. “I don’t mind. Doctor Nobbs performed the surgery. I’d be happy to show you his work.” She unzipped her uniform without me uttering a syllable, and whipped them out. “Don’t be shy. Go ahead touch them.”

  I ran my hesitant fingers over her full luscious orbs. I had never touched another woman like this before. Sudden flickers filled my belly, and more tiny drizzles leaked onto my now soaked panties.

  I exhaled. “Oh…you…you do excellent work Dr. Nobbs. I would love it if my breasts looked like Debra’s.”

  Admiring his surgical skill, he responded. “Thank you. But you have to remember Debra is taller with a larger bone structure than you. I understand you’re also interested in liposuction around your thighs. Could you stand up for me?”

  Debra put away her fun bags, while my baguettes and I pondered our next move. My heart fluttered and beads of sweat formed on my brow. When I rose, would there be a puddle beneath me?

  Dr. Nobbs picked up some sort of marker. “You’ll need to remove the gown, so we can talk about your problem areas.”

  I stripped it off and used it to hide my undeniable titillation. My nearly naked body quaked as their roving eyes flowed over me.

  Debra cocked her head. “Did you say you wanted liposuction on your thighs? Where exactly? I don’t usually say this, for fear of losing my job, but I’m not sure it’s really necessary.”

  The flat of my hands landed on what I called my saddlebags. “It’s this right here. I hate it.”

  “Can you turn around, Miss Hancock?” Doctor Nobbs asked.

  I did as I was told and once again, the duo engaged in a mini group grope of my upper thighs and bum. The sensation took me by surprise, and I bent over, steadying myself on the examining table with my hands. I bit my lip to keep from panting aloud. I couldn’t let them know they were driving me wild. I sucked in a huge breath, and when I released it, a tiny moan escaped.

  The back of Debra’s hand brushed over my cheeks. “Doctor, don’t you think Sylvie has extr
aordinary tone and radiant skin?”

  “I do indeed. Very nice. I’d like you to take a day and or two and think about whether or not you want surgery, Miss Hancock. I don’t recommend scheduling anything today. It’s a big decision.”

  With just a few more light caresses of their hands, my body boiled in need. “Okay…um…ah…bathroom…I mean, where’s the closest restroom?”

  “It’s right here. Help yourself.” Debra opened up a door.

  It was as if I was a track star hurling myself to the finish line. “Okay. Thanks so much. I’ll be in touch.”

  I slammed the door shut and tore off my saturated thong. It hit the ground with a splat. I pressed my back into the wall, cooling my overheated flesh. My fingers flew to my puffy clit and I went to town on myself. It had been way too long since I came. All those mornings being hammered to the cusp without a release turned me into a lustful lunatic.

  As I grinded against my hand, my legs gave way, and I slid down the wall onto the floor. Spreading myself wider, I rammed two fingers inside and worked my sopping hole. A third digit wedged in, joining my lone carnal copulation. Yes. This was good, but not good enough. I got on all fours and fucked myself into next week. Both hands worked vigorously, rubbing my fat nub, and trouncing my drenched cunt with the force of a ten inch cock. I couldn’t stifle my cries of impending ecstasy. This was raw and nasty, but it was what my pussy was desperate for, what it demanded in this depraved moment on the bathroom floor. A mighty spasm rocked my walls and reduced me to a flaying mass of quivering, coming, craziness while I rode out my scintillating currents of pleasure.

  Mired in sweat, with jelly limbs, my breath returned to normal and I vowed two things: Jason and I were going to spice things up in the bedroom, and I was never coming back here.

  Twenty-four hours later, I changed my mind when Jason made a comment about eating M&M’S after dinner. I also caught him ogling our neighbor Elizabeth’s ample bosom when we bumped into her in the parking lot of our condominium complex.

  I decided against the liposuction, but scheduled the breast augmentation for the first week of October when Jason would be out of town.

  The other vow was a go. No more fucking myself like an animal in heat on the bathroom floor when I had perfectly good boyfriend who could do it for me.

  “Hey, you’re home early?” Jason said with his eyes glued to the TV.

  I carried my grocery goodies to the kitchen. “Not only that, I’m going to make dinner.”

  “And by dinner do you mean you’re going to make a mess?”

  I double fisted two bottles of red wine and marched to the TV room. “No. I mean we are going to celebrate.”

  “Celebrate? But our anniversary isn’t until next weekend? What’s so special about this one?”

  “Well, if you recall, the weekend before I agreed to go out with you, I was sitting alone in the dining hall. You asked me out and I said, no, but you sat down anyway and asked me twenty questions. So, tonight we’re going to kick back and I’m going to ask the questions.”

  “Sounds good. Can it wait until after the game?”

  Three more innings and a bottle and a half of wine later, Jason and I sat on the couch facing one another. He clasped my hands in his. “Okay. I see that beautiful brain spinning. You definitely have something on your mind. What’s going on, babe?”

  I was just the perfect amount of drunk, so I licked my lips and forged on. “I do have a question for you. A very torrid one. One might say, scandalous.”

  “You have my full attention. Ask away.”

  My skin flushed in anticipation of his answer. “What’s your ultimate sexual fantasy? If you could do anything you want, what would it be?”

  His eyes grew twice their size. “Jennifer Lawrence and Katy Perry.”

  My mouth gaped open. “What?”

  “Yeah. And if I’m really living large, let’s throw Emma Stone in the mix. That way I’d have a blonde, brunette, and a red head.”

  I swatted his leg. “No. That’s not what I meant. I meant with me.”

  “You’re welcome to watch.”

  I moved to the other side of couch. “Forget it.”

  He pulled me onto his lap. “Babe, don’t be like that. I’m just messing around. Ask me again.”

  “No. I feel stupid now.”

  I started to get off his lap and he caught me around the waist, hurling me down on the sofa. “Jason. Stop it.”

  He pinned my arms down. “Not a chance. Ask me again.”

  I gazed into his smoldering eyes filled with fire. “What’s your ultimate fantasy? If you could do anything you want. What would it be?”

  The corners of his mouth up turned in that roguish way of his. He released my arms and tore off my shorts in one smooth move, leaving me naked from the waist down. “You know what I want. I want my cock buried in your ass, balls deep.”

  Oh, fuck me in the ass. What have I done? I swallowed hard. “That’s it? You don’t have any other fantasies involving, like produce or dairy products? You could tie me up and blindfold me. I think I’d like that.”

  He opened my legs and skimmed my sex with his fingertips. “But that’s your fantasy. Which we can do another night.” Jason slowly dipped a finger in and out of me. “Tonight is for me, and I’m going to take your ass right after I take you across my knee and spank you.”

  I expelled a shaky breath. “You want to spank me?”

  “Yes, babe. And you want me to. You got wetter the minute I said the word.”

  I could not deny it. The thought of lying across his lap like a naughty plaything provoked a rousing spring of moisture below. I glanced up at him and nodded in agreement.

  He grasped me by the forearms. “No time like the present.” Without hesitating, he hauled me over his lap and I let out a squeal. Jason chuckled a bit. “I’ve been waiting to punish this juicy rump for years. Think about it. All the times you left the dishes in the sink, and the hours I’ve had to wait for you. Hell, you made me wait two weeks before you’d go out with me. It’s payback time, Sylvie. Are you ready?”

  “Um…okay…” I read about stuff like this in the erotic books I borrowed from Ashley. They were stories of women being spanked and disciplined. They all had one thing in common: mind blowing, off the chart, orgasms. I was ready to join the ranks of Chloe, Nia, and Abigail. I spread myself, longing for him to touch me. To amp up what simmered within. Instead, he brought his hand down and smacked my left cheek with a biting crack. It smarted for an instant and then a sizzling heat flowed through me like warm butter. The second spank on the other cheek was even more intense. He massaged my buttocks and then let loose with a barrage of quick, chastising swats.

  An endorphin rush swirled through every nerve ending. I love/hated it. I loved how my body reveled in the pain, but hated that Jason wouldn’t touch me.

  I cried out. “Ahhh…Jason…oh my goodness…I need…”

  “You need to shut it, babe. This is about what I need tonight.” His voice was rough and his thick erection pressed against my tummy. “I’m enjoying watching your pretty ass flesh jiggle while you take your punishment.” His palms caressed each cheek. “I’m going to spank this ass until it glows brighter than lights on the River Walk at night.” His hand descended on my bottom with maximum force. Each fervent lash produced a greater need below, and it was as if my mind embarked on its own separate journey. What was happening to me?

  Abruptly, he ceased. “Sylvie, I want you on the floor, ass in the air, completely naked.”

  Bewildered, I peeled off my top, scrambled to the floor and submitted to his request with my heart racing. Jason had never been so forceful and commanding before.

  Once in position, he patted my freshly spanked rear. “Hold this position and don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  His footsteps scuffed across the carpet. Where was he going? My ass was in the air like I just didn’t care. What could possibly be so…oh…maybe he was fetching lube. This could really hurt
since Jason was so well endowed. At least, I thought he was. I didn’t have anything else to compare him to. He was my first and only. And soon, hopefully, I would be his wife. I could do this. I could give this to him. Talk about sealing the deal.

  As I waited, my body came down off its spanking high, and a sliver of trepidation crept in. Tension gripped my core and careened outward. Part of me wished I had been like my girlfriends in high school and succumbed to butt sex pressure. Then I’d have some idea what to expect. They used to say if you took it up the ass, technically you were still a virgin. They called it the ‘poop-hole loop-hole’. One thing I wasn’t escaping was the impending reaming of my rear.

  “Nice Sylvie.” Jason said as he knelt down beside me. “You look so fuck-able.”

  I peered over my shoulder and caught sight of his savage gaze on my bottom. “Jason, can I ask you something?”

  “Go for it babe.”

  “Have you ever done this before?”

  “Sylvie, I’m a guy. What do you think?”

  “I don’t know. We never really talked about it that much. I wondered if there was something we were supposed to do first.”

  “You don’t trust me?”

  I sighed. “Uh…I…I’m sorry. I…I want to do this. I want to do this for you. It’s your fantasy.”

  He slapped my bum. “That’s more like it. My fantasy. My rules.” His lips lightly touched the small of my back. “My Sylvie, your ass is mine.”

  The distinct click of a plastic lid resonated in the quiet room, followed by squirting of the lube and my heart beat thudding in my ears.

  Jason’s slippery digit rested at my snuggest entryway. “Relax, babe. This is just my finger. I’m going to coat your ass with the lube.”

  I exhaled, emptying the air out of my lungs as he pushed his finger inside. “Oh…oh my gosh.” It swayed in and out with ease and the quivers of desire trembled deep inside me. Jason’s other hand landed on my pussy. He spread my lips and teased my clit until it throbbed in need.

  “It’s good. Isn’t it Sylvie?”

  “Yes.” I panted. “It’s so good.”

  “My cock is going to feel even better.”