Oak Street Summer

“Note: This is the second in a series of stories that take place on Oak Street. To enjoy this episode it is in no way necessary to read the first installment “Oak Street Secrets” in the incest section as this story is almost entirely independent of that one. But, my hope is that by the end of the series we will all get to know the neighbors very well before the neighborhood Christmas Party in the final episode.”

Linda Goldman lived two doors down from the nelson’s home with her parent’s. She was Janice and Jerry’s classmate and had just graduated from high school with them. Like Janice she was one of the sexiest girl’s in school as she was 5′7″ 140 pounds with brown hair and eyes. But, her tits and ass were so magnificent that guys usually didn’t notice how gorgeous her eyes and hair were until they got to know her better.

Like Janice she had a large heart shaped ass but her boobs were the biggest in the entire neighborhood as she sported EE cups. She had a large red birthmark on her upper right ass cheek that looked like a giraffe. Directly across the street from the Goldman’s lived the Peterson’s and their 20 year old son Bill.

Bill had been two years ahead of Linda in school and many nights she had spent masturbating thinking of his hard body. She knew that he was home for the summer but also knew that he was out of reach as the six foot tall black haired hunk had a steady girlfriend. But, this fact didn’t stop her from creaming her panties over him.

It was just after her mom told her that her dad had fucked Mrs. Fiskin that Linda’s summer began taking interesting twists and turns. Her mom assured her that they would stay together. As she hugged her mom happy that her parents were not splitting up she swore that her mother ground her pelvis against her and groped her ass.

As Linda got ready for bed that night she thought about her mother’s apparent sexual pass at her. She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to find out if she was right or not. She had never done anything with another woman much less her mother. Now, if it were her father she would have kissed him right then and there. She had wanted her dad inside of her for as long as she could remember.

Standing in front of the window Linda played with her bra covered boobies while gazing out to the street thinking about having sex with her mom and dad. She never bothered pulling the shades or curtains shut. She had reasoned that it was a quiet street and no one would see her. The odds of someone seeing her from across the street were slim as she went to bed later than most people in the neighborhood.

Little did she know but Bill’s bedroom window was directly across the street from hers. He could sit at his desk and peak out from mostly closed curtains and see everything she was doing. He couldn’t believe his luck as even the foot of her double bed faced the window so he could see anything happening in that bed.

Tonight he thought he hit the jackpot as there she was facing him playing with her bra. Glancing down he noticed that tonight she was wearing his favorite panties; lemon yellow bikinis. Looking back at her chest he saw the bra straps coming down gradually revealing those huge orbs. He pulled his cock out of his undies and began stroking it as he watched the unfolding show less than 50 feet away.

His heart raced as Linda took a nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. Her hands caressed and squeezed on her tits until she threw herself back on the bed. Quickly her hand traveled down to her cunt and feverishly fingered herself. Bill could see her tossing about the bed as she approached orgasm. He was disappointed as she never pulled off the panties as he wouldn’t get to see her muff tonight.

Coming to her senses after cumming Linda quickly threw on her nightie as she was to meet her mother in the living room for a dish of ice cream. Since her dad was out playing cards she decided to, at least, find out if she were imagining what her mom was up to. As she ate dessert she asked, “Mom do you think that I am good looking?”

“Oh yes, Linda you just might be the sexiest lady in the entire neighborhood.” Peggy Goldman wasn’t fibbing the least little bit as she had felt temptation around her daughter. She would try everything she could not to act on it other than getting a few ‘accidental’ touches or gropes. She wondered why Linda was asking this now. “I know guys like big breasts. But, mom, I wonder if mine are just too big.”

“For most guys there are no such thing as breast that are too big so I wouldn’t worry about yours.” Actually, Peggy had known several guys that were either intimidated or put off by large melons but doubted Linda would ever run into one of these guys until she were much older. Reassured Linda hugged her mother but this time Peggy resisted temptation and didn’t try anything.

Linda went off to bed and was surprised that she was a little disappointed that her mom hadn’t given the slightest hint of sexual interest. The next day Linda was laying in her front yard reading a book when Bill came over. This wasn’t unusual at all as the youth would frequently visit each other.

They would frequently get together at the Nelson’s pool when Jerry and Janice’s parents were gone. But, Bill had never expressed any sort of sexual interest in her. She figured it was the two year age difference. He sat there beside her remembering what he had seen the night before and thought he had been crazy for never trying to get into her pants.

Actually he found Linda to be a very nice, sensible and intelligent girl. He hadn’t been able to bring himself past the taboo barrier when he was a senior that guys might date juniors but never sophomores. Now she was dating other guys and he had a steady girlfriend. He guessed he would settle for admiring her body anyway he could.

“Hey Linda, do you want to play a little game?” He was staring at her ass in her tight fitting shorts causing his cock to stiffen slightly.

“What kind of game?”

“It is called ‘I know you’ and we play it at college.”

“What do we do?”

“Well, I tell you something personal about yourself and you tell me if I am right or wrong and then you tell me something personal about myself, etc. and the first one to eleven points wins. Do you want to play?” The game sounded interesting and fun to Linda but it also made her a little nervous.

“Ok, I’ll play you go first.” Bill started off slowly and told her that her bedspread was covered with a flower design. Of course she told him that he was right. She got his bedspread right as well guessing it was a solid color probably blue. Then he told her that she used ‘Secret’ deodorant and she replied that he used ‘Sure’ and they both had two points. Bill was a little worried that she might be spying on him as well.

After doing a couple more innocent things about things like room décor Bill pulled out to a 5-4 lead. Linda was enjoying the game so far but wondered how he was able to guess so well. Bill was glad he had caught a glimpse of her getting dressed this morning and noticed she hadn’t changed her underwear from last night so he said, “I bet you change your panties at night when you get ready for bed.”

“You are right but then you had a 50-50 chance. I bet you change yours in the morning.” Bill happily admitted she was right. But, more importantly was happy that he steered the game in a risqué direction.

“Next, I’ll bet you are wearing yellow bikini panties.”

“How the fuck did you guess that. Are they peaking out from the top of my shorts?”

“No, you just impress me as a yellow bikini panty kind of girl. That’s another point for me; so how about my underwear?”

“I bet you are wearing white boxers,” she said almost defiantly. She was wrong as Bill was wearing black briefs and was willing to prove it to her. The game was starting to make her uneasy and she was wondering if he had seen her half undressed sometime.

She was really spooked when he guessed she had a large birth mark of an animal on her body. He was careful not to say where on her body or what kind of animal it was. It spooked her because she had always kept her birth mark covered even when other kids were skinny dipping she left her swimsuit bottoms on.

Then he got seriously sexual with his next statement. Instantly Linda’s face would turn beet red. He boldly asserted, “I bet you have a very thick well forested brown bush between your legs.”

“Come on you had a pretty good chance at that one since the hair on my head is brown and there are only a few choices for the thickness down there. I bet your hair is kind of thin and scraggily!” Bill chuckled before admitting that she was exactly right. Then he bet that she sucked on her own boobs before and while she masturbated and she bet that he fingered his asshole and they were both right. Bill had won the game 11-9.

As they parted Linda was bothered and turned on by how well he read her. There was no way he could know this much about her without seeing it for himself. That night she went back to her bedroom and stared out the window. She looked directly across the street at the Peterson’s house. She didn’t know which room was Bill’s or if his actually was on the other side of their house.

Maybe there was a dining room window he could look out of. She saw a couple of dim lights but no sign of movement. And there was absolutely no sign of anyone in the windows. She decided to have a little fun. The idea of being watched was turning her on. So, first she did a strip tease dancing sensually.

As the clothes flew off she peaked over at the window seeing if she could detect anyone watching. The more she danced and the less she had on the more turned on she got. She swung her hips wildly causing her breasts to bounce harder as she felt the juices build up in her nether regions.

She had kicked her shoes across the room leaving her in just her booties and the yellow panties when their came a knock at her door. Quickly she gathered her clothes into a pile so it wasn’t obvious that she was throwing them around the room. She still didn’t know if she were being watched from across the street as her mom turned the knob and walked in saying, I just came to tell you good night sweetie.”

Peggy came in wearing a red nightie that came halfway down on her thighs with a narrow V-neck. It was pulled tight just under her breasts having the effect of lifting her boobs so that they were pointing straight forward. Linda whispered, “Mom, that is a gorgeous nightgown, it looks so good on you.”

“Would you like to have it?” Peggy walked up to her daughter. From across the street Bill was beginning to get disappointed figuring his show for the night was over.

“Oh mom I’d love to have it, but it is too nice to give away.”

“Here I have a black one like it, you take this one darling.” As Peggy pulled the gown off Bill sat behind his desk and gasped for his breath and doubled his jerk off speed. Linda laid the gown on the bed and gave her mom a hug. The ladies ran their hands up and down each other’s backs as they held one another.

“Thanks a lot mommy, it is so pretty.” She hugged against her mother tighter. Then simultaneously their hands found each other’s asses. Standing there they caressed each other’s rear ends which progressed into squeezing and kneading. Linda felt her crotch getting wet.

“Honey, don’t forget Paul is coming over to dinner tomorrow evening,” Peggy whispered in her daughter’s ear as she gave Linda’s butt a little playful swat before breaking their embrace. Peggy wanted to do more but thought better of it. Linda had forgotten that her sometimes boyfriend, Paul, had been invited for the evening.

Linda didn’t like him much anymore except in bed and was thinking about putting an end to it as he was more serious about things than she was and she didn’t want to lead him on. But, she wouldn’t break up before one last fuck. Linda was more captivated by her sexy mother at the moment.

As the older woman stepped out of the hug Linda felt a gush of juices flood her panties as she openly stared at her mom’s boobs. There was a full minute of uneasy silence. Then Peggy grabbed the sides of the red panties that matched the gown and began pulling them down saying, “Linda here these go with the gown; now good night and sleep tight.”

Linda took the underwear from her mother. It was easy to feel the wet spot in the crotch of her mom’s panties. Now, she knew for sure her mom was just as turned on as she was. Sadly, her mom turned around and walked naked out the door with Linda’s eyes following her large ass every step of the way.

“Goodnight pretty mommy,” Linda called out to her. As the door closed lust ran all through her body. It was lust for Paul’s body, lust for her mother, and as she faced the window again lustful thoughts hoping that she had a secret audience. She didn’t care if half the neighborhood was watching as she resumed her strip.

Juggling her boobies in her hands she was smiling sensually for any possible secret admirers. Then Linda ran her fingers down her stomach and across her yellow panties. Lifting a leg onto the window ledge she took off a bootie and repeated the action with the other bootie. She turned her back to the window and shimmied out of her panties pushing her ass almost against the glass.

Swaying her hips brazenly she walked the few steps to the bed picking up her mom’s panties. She turned back to the window wanting to put on a little show as the idea of flaunting her body was turning her on even more then her mom’s sexy panties or sweet hug. Now Bill was trying to keep himself from cumming too soon.

He was having trouble controlling himself as he could see the top of her bush and she was now rubbing her mother’s panties across her tits. Curiosity got the best of Linda as she lifted her mother’s undies to her nose and inhaled deeply. She fell onto the bed right on top of the nightie her mom had just given her.

The silk of the nightie felt cool and sexy against her back. Dropping a hand to her twat she began fingering and playing with her hair and then ran her fingertips across her puffy lips. Gradually she opened herself wider and wider until her hard little nub was easily visible. However, Bill was far enough away that he couldn’t quite make it out. As he kept playing with himself he muttered, “Come on Linda, finger that god damn cunt. Let me see you cum.”

Linda was so turned on now that both of her hands were now playing with her honey pot. She used one to rub her erect clitty while her hand played in her tunnel. First, she stuck one finger in her cunt which was quickly joined by another until she was furiously finger fucking herself with three fingers as her other hand was a blur on her clit.

Her voyeur soon shot a massive amount of spunk all over his thighs and his desk. He could see Linda writhing around in her bed obviously in the throws of her own orgasm. As his cock deflated and he cleaned up he watched her do the same and put on her mother’s nightie and panties. Then her light went out and they both went to sleep.

Bill met Linda the next day as she was putting a letter in the mailbox. He had a tent in his pants and devilish smile on his face. The horny girl waited for him to speak first as she wasn’t sure what she should say. She found herself hoping that he had seen the show the night before. Then he spoke, “I’ll bet you two things.”

“Ok, smart ass, what are they?” Her tone was defiant but she had butterflies in the pit of her stomach as she spoke.

“First, I bet you changed into red panties last night. And second, I bet you slept in a sexy red nightie last night as well.” He hadn’t left much doubt now but she decided not to confront him directly but allow both of them to have a good time.

“So, Bill, which room is yours?” she asked.

“It is that one right there,” he said pointing at the room directly across from hers.

“Well, my room is right there. You and I should get together sometime but not tonight as by 7:00 I plan to be fucking Paul for the last time.” Bill wondered why she said it would be the last time but was more intrigued that she had told him when to spy on her. He would be in position by 6:45 for sure as this would be better than any porn movie.

The real surprise for Linda came about a half an hour before Paul was due to arrive. It was awkward for Peggy to ask her daughter but she couldn’t help herself as Paul was such a hunk. Placing a hand overtly on Linda’s ass she whispered, “I know you plan on fucking the hell out of Paul tonight and then dumping him.”

“Yes mom that’s right he is a great fuck but a lousy friend.”

“Well then can I ask you a favor darling?” Absent mindedly she was now caressing her daughter’s posterior.

“After you guys get started may I push open the door a crack and watch the action? I have always wanted to be a voyeur and whom better than my sexy daughter and Paul.”

“Mom, I’ll do you one better than that. Sure you can watch but when I leave the room after I finish dumping him you can go in and seduce him for yourself.” Linda knew her mom wouldn’t refuse this offer as she had admired the bulge in Paul’s pants for far too long. The ladies hugged and Linda ran to get ready for the evening of exhibitionism while her mother finished cooking dinner.

Peggy openly flirted with the young man all of the way through the meal. She even reached over and brazenly squeezed his thigh as Linda looked on and just smiled. Paul was confused as Linda seemed very aloof while her mother seemed to radiate sex from every pore of her body. When the plates were empty Peggy said, “You two run along and have fun and I’ll take care of this mess.”

Hurriedly Peggy cleared the dishes from the table and threw them in the sink as she watched her daughter’s massive ass move down the hallway. When they got to the bedroom Linda left the lights on and made sure the door didn’t latch shut to make it easier for her mother to spy on them. She stroked his manhood through his trousers and panted, “I want you to fill every one of my holes and maybe some others besides.”

He paid no attention to her words just her actions. Instantly he began ravaging her body as he pushed her onto her bed. Bill was glad he took his perch early as it was not quite 7:00 yet. Peggy heard the bed springs protest and slammed the bowls of food into the refrigerator. Excitedly Linda pulled Paul’s shirt off over his head as his nimble fingers undid her silky blouse.

As Peggy raced down the hall she paused just long enough in her room to grab her black nightie that matched the red one she had given her daughter. Once she was sure that Paul wouldn’t hear the door creak she pushed it open just wide enough to see Paul unhook the latch on the front of Linda’s bra.

Bill and Peggy both gasped as they watched Linda flip Paul onto his back and rip his pants and underwear off. Peggy drooled at the sight of his eight inch cock. As Linda shed her clothing her mother and Bill followed suit. The voyeurs were now frantically playing with themselves not believing the show they were being treated to.

The two naked bodies were rolling around on the bed enjoying a wild sixty nine. Peggy had the advantage over Bill in that she could hear the slurping sounds coming from the lover’s mouths. As Linda got on top Paul cried out, “Oh fuck you are the best cock sucker I have ever had!”

“Shut up and shoot your shit all over my boobies,” she replied in her most sensual voice. Rising up onto her elbows she positioned her self to receive his first shot as she ran her hand up and down his cock to finish. Getting up also had the added advantage of pushing her cunt harder against her hungry lover’s face. Soon everyone but Paul could see stream after stream of jism hit Linda’s enormous jugs.

Next, the girl swirled around on Paul’s body and shoved his big prick deep into her snatch. She rode him hard as if trying to tame a wild horse. Paul was clearly overwhelmed by the fury of her love making but obviously enjoying it. Linda couldn’t believe how hot she was knowing that her mom was watching and hoping that Bill and maybe someone else was watching too.

“Mmm, that was good, that felt so good,” I said. “I’m going to have to come for a walk with you more often.”

She stood up in front of me. “There’s some more people over there,” she whispered. “Quick, give me my clothes!”

My cock had shrunk just enough to push it back into my jeans now, and I looked over my shoulder as I did my trousers up. A middle-aged couple were walking towards the middle of the field with a small black dog, which was running around with Karen’s dog. I don’t think they’d seen us, but they must have been wondering where the other dog’s owners were. Karen had edged behind the tree, having picked up her shirt and jacket, but her bra was still lying discarded on the grass. I picked it up and put it in my pocket along with her knickers, and looked around the tree to where she was trying to button up her shirt. I smiled as I noticed the wet cum stains soak through it, and handed her her jacket. “Come on,” I said, “better get the dog back.”

We looked at each other, and laughed. “If anyone sees me they’re going to know exactly what I’ve been up to,” she said, smiling. I had to agree, her hair was dishevelled, there were grass stains on her knees, and cum stains on her top. I reached forward and wiped some of my cum from her chin, and she put her arm around me as we walked out into the open. “Come here, Sam,” she called to the dog, which came bounding over to her. “It’s alright boy, we haven’t forgotten about you,” she said. “It’s just that this naughty man has been taking my clothes off and fucking me out in the open where anyone might see!”

I laughed at her as she threw a stick for the dog to chase. “I don’t think you’re wholly innocent, you know. You didn’t seem to mind too much!”

“No,” she agreed. “It does turn me on, you know. Well, you turn me on, I guess. I’m not really a slut or anything, I don’t usually sleep with guys I’ve just met. I’ve only ever had sex with three other men, really. I guess my wild side hasn’t been discovered before. So thank you!” She reached over and kissed my cheek.

“Hey, I’ve got to be getting back,” I said. “Perhaps we should do it again sometime, I’d love to explore your wild side a bit more!” She grinned. “I know,” I continued. “I’m going to keep your underwear as collateral, you can come and visit me if you want them back!”

She knew I was at university in Bristol, and that I was going back there this evening. “Okay, deal,” she said. “Give me your phone number and we’ll arrange it. I’ll have to ask Jez for a weekend off or something. Don’t think I’ll tell him what it’s for though!”

We walked back towards my house in a silence that was a lot more comfortable than the one we’d walked away from my house in.

CHAPTER 3 - ARRANGEMENTS

I sat in silence on the bus back to Bristol, thinking. Would Karen ring me? How did I feel about this girl? I’d loved the sexual chemistry between us, the almost primal urge to fuck that we seemed to have, but I was old fashioned enough to realise there was more to life than sex, and I didn’t know anything about her apart from that I seemed to have turned her into an exhibitionist slut. I smiled at the memory, though, and reached to feel her bra and knickers in my pocket. Somehow I knew she’d call.

She did, on the Tuesday night.

My housemate was out, and I was in my room sketching out an essay when the phone rang. I wandered downstairs, and picked it up. “Er, hello,” she said, “is Joe there please?”

I recognised her voice straight away. “Hello Karen,” I replied. “I knew you’d call. How are you?”

She laughed. “Good thank you. Although when I got home and looked in the mirror on Sunday I thought perhaps I shouldn’t have walked through town.”

“Why?” I asked, although I knew the reason.

“Because there was a big drop of cum in my hair and all over my shirt, you bastard!” she said quietly. “You might have told me!”

“Yeah, I know,” I said. “But I bet it turned you on when you realised, didn’t it? And I bet it turned you on just to pick up the phone and dial my number tonight as well.”

“Well, yeah, it did.”

She was talking very quietly all of a sudden. “Where are you?” I asked. “Who else is around?”

“My mum and dad are in the next room, so I can’t talk too long. Or,” she giggled, “too dirty!”

I laughed with her. “But I thought you liked taking risks now? How about if I tell you what I was thinking about on the bus home and see how much you want to touch yourself? I’m getting quite aroused at the thought of you with your hands in your knickers and your parents really close. What about you?”

“Oh, don’t,” she said, voice wavering slightly. “I want to, I want to, I need to cum. You said I should come and see you to get my underwear back. What about this weekend? I want you to make me cum again!”

I smiled. She was even keener than I’d thought. “Okay,” I said, “sounds great, come down. When? Friday night? Saturday? There’s a good bus straight to the town centre, I could meet you there if you fancy?”

“Friday night,” she said. “I can get off work at five, and catch the bus that gets in at 9.15. Please meet me though, I don’t know my way around Bristol.”

“Okay, that’s cool.” A plan was forming in my head. “There’s a pub right next door to the bus station, I’ll be in there. And another thing…”

“What?” she said, curiously.

“You’ve got to wear something revealing. And no underwear. Okay? Because if I’m going to make you cum as much as you want I’m going to want to fantasise about you. I’m going to want to think about you wanting to touch yourself, and about other people wanting to touch you. I’m going to love it when you tell me about all the people who stared at you on the bus. And you’re going to love it too. Trust me, okay?”

She was breathing heavily down the phone now. I think if I had kept this up I might have got her to cum over the phone, but I didn’t want to get my cock out in the hall when my housemate was due back, so I thought I’d cut this off. “See you on Friday night, then. Have a fun few days in the meantime, eh?” I put the phone down. Treat her mean to keep her keen, I thought as I went back to my room to tend to my hard on.

CHAPTER 4 - FRIDAY NIGHT

I was at the bus station before nine on Friday night, and went into the pub to check it out. I hadn’t been in there for ages, but it was just as I’d remembered - a truly seedy place, full of old drunks, a slightly menacing atmosphere. Perfect. I slipped outside and watched as buses arrived from various parts of the country.

Karen stepped off the bus at around twenty past nine, and stood still, looking around to get her bearings. I smiled to myself from my hidden vantage point. She’d followed my instructions as far as I could tell, wearing a really short black skirt and what I hoped were stockings, together with a low-cut top in shocking pink, topped off with a black jacket. Her hair was tied back into two schoolgirl ponytails, completing the sluttish look. The bus driver handed her a small rucksack, and she smiled cheekily at him as his eyes lustfully travelled up and down her body. She looked around again, and walked slowly towards the pub entrance as I noted several pairs of eyes following her.

I wondered how long I should wait as Karen pushed the door open and disappeared into the smoky pub. In the end I gave her about three minutes, long enough for her to walk around to see if I was there and think about what she would do when she realised I wasn’t. I walked quickly to the entrance to find her.

She was standing at the bar, ordering a drink. I had to admire her - I don’t think many women would have stayed in there on their own dressed like that. I glanced around the room, seeing eyes glued to her arse, tightly clad in her black mini skirt, and as she bent slightly forward so that the barman could hear her, I walked over and put my hand firmly on her arse, a finger slipping under the hem of her skirt to tickle the bare skin underneath. She gasped, and turned round, eyes fiery. I took a step back, smiling. “Hello, Karen,” I said. “Sorry I’m a bit late. What are you having?”

She looked at me, partly annoyed and partly relieved. “Double vodka,” she smiled. “You’re paying.” The barman brought her drink, and as I reached into my pocket for some cash she quickly picked it up and downed it. She was halfway to the door by the time I’d got my change, and outside by the time I caught up with her.

“Karen, I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean…”

She cut me off. “Its ok, it was just a bit weird, that’s all. They must have thought I was a prostitute!”

I had to laugh. “Yeah, you do look kind of slutty. Well done! I’ll reward you well later!”

She stopped walking. “You’d better, you bastard,” she smiled. “Or otherwise I’ll have to go back there and find someone who will!”

I moved closer to her, edging her away from the road and into a shop doorway. “Yeah, you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? I bet it turned you on to be stared at by all those dirty old men. I bet if I put my hand up your skirt I’d find you’re all wet with anticipation, aren’t you?”

She moaned as my hand slid up her legs, to the top of her stockings. Her thighs parted, and I shoved a finger roughly against her bare pussy. She was wet, I was delighted to find, very wet. I worked another finger around to her clitoris, feeling her legs tremble against me. “Joe, no,” she said, but her body was giving her away as I finger fucked her in the street. “Oh god, no, yes!” she gasped, squeezing her legs together and trapping my hand as she came, hard, fast.

I eased back away from her, withdrawing my hand, covered in her juices. “I think you needed that,” I joked, as she turned away from my gaze. I reached over to hold her. Was she crying? “Hey, are you okay?” I asked.

“Mmm, yeah, I guess,” she said quietly. “I, well, I don’t know what came over me, I just, I just, had to cum. If you hadn’t turned up I might have been talking to someone in the pub, and that’s not like me. I must have been more frustrated than I thought this week.”

“Come on,” I said. “Hope that helped for a little bit. I have plans for tonight. We’re going for a drink with a couple of my friends, and then I’m going to take you home and really ease your frustrations.”

She looked at me again with a mixture of disappointment and anguish. “I can’t go into another pub dressed like this!” she said. “Especially not to meet your friends! Can’t we just go to yours?”

“No,” I said, “they’re expecting us. And we’ll find a nice quiet corner by the pool table, so don’t worry. It’ll be fine, you’ll love it.” I hoped she would, anyway, I thought as we walked off up the road.

It was only a few minutes walk to the pub, up a couple of quiet streets, across a park and we were there. “Come on,” I said, pausing by the door as she looked at me uncertainly, “come and meet a couple of people, have a few drinks, and then I’ll take you home.” She smiled weakly at me, and followed me into the pub.

My housemate, Mark, and one of our other friends, Nick, had taken over the pool table in the corner, as they often did on Friday nights. I glanced back as Karen followed me over to them across the pub, which didn’t seem to be particularly busy. Mark was taking a shot at pool, and Nick waved a greeting. I introduced Karen, noting that although my friends were being polite they weren’t being particularly subtle about their glances. Still, I thought, Karen seemed to like the attention. She’d accepted that I wasn’t going to take her home and fuck her straight away, and was making the most of it. I left her with Mark and Nick and went to the bar.

When I got back with the drinks, Karen was sitting on a short stall at the back of the pool table, talking to Nick. I sat down next to her, noticing how erect her nipples were. It was interesting to see how my mates reacted with her, and how she reacted with them. She was shy to start with, and they led the conversation, but gradually she loosened up and Mark and Nick got quieter. Karen, I decided, loved to be the centre of attention, even though she needed either alcohol or dangerous sex to create that buzz. She wasn’t great at pool, though - we played a few games and despite trying to let her pot a few balls she couldn’t seem to get it at all. Finally I sighed as she missed another easy shot, and stood behind her. “Do you want me to show you?” I asked, sarcastically but laughing.

“Come on then!” she glared at me, daring me. I stood closer behind her, reaching my arms round her and pinning her to the table. Holding my hands over hers, I gripped the pool cue, and bent forward, causing her to bend over the table under me. “Ooh,” she squealed, excitedly, “this is more fun than pool!”

I laughed, but carried on with showing her how to line up a shot, aware that she was grinding her arse against my hard cock, and aware that Nick and Mark could see what she was doing. “You need to line it up, like this,” I said, shoving my erection firmly into the curve of her arse. “Then you squeeze the thick end and slowly push it forward, like this. And you should be sure of getting it in the hole!” I rolled the white ball slowly forward, nudging a red ball into the pocket. “Your shot again,” I said, easing up from Karen. She stayed lying flat against the table, and I couldn’t resist reaching down and under her skirt, giving her a quick rub to make sure she was still wet and juicy. She was, and I smiled as I watched my friend’s faces, shocked that I was fingering her in public, shocked that she was not only letting me, but enjoying it thoroughly.

“I think I’m bored of this game, though,” she said, finally standing up. Looking at me pleadingly, she asked if I could take her home, and I thought she probably deserved to go by now. I quickly gathered our jackets and we left the others in the pub, walking out giggling.

“You are terrible!” she admonished me as I led her towards my house, which was only a couple of minutes walk away.

“Me?” I laughed. “You were the one flashing everyone in the pub, not me! I couldn’t help it if I accidentally touched you a couple of times! And hey, it’s not as if you seemed to mind…”

“No,” she conceded. “God, I’m turning into such a slut, aren’t I? Well, what I mean is, you’re turning me into such a slut. And I love it!” She turned to me and, standing on tiptoes, kissed me hard on the lips. I couldn’t help myself, and reached down to her arse, squeezing it and pulling her skirt up higher, exposing her bare backside to the street. “Mmm,” she groaned, “now can we go inside and do that? Its not that I mind, it’s just a bit cold!”

I laughed again, and we turned to walk the few extra yards. My student house wasn’t much - two decent sized bedrooms upstairs for Mark and me, a small living room and a nice kitchen downstairs, with a bathroom that you had to go through the kitchen to reach. I let us in, and turned to offer Karen a drink.

She was way ahead of me. My slut was standing there, pulling up her skirt at the front to reveal her lack of underwear and the fine brown hairs barely hiding her pussy. “Is this what you wanted to see?” She danced away as I reached to grab her, laughing as I chased her up the stairs. She guessed correctly which bedroom was mine, and threw herself on the bed on her back. I was seconds after her, and fell on top of her, smothering her slightly as we wrestled. My leg pushed in between hers and she groaned as my thigh rubbed her clit.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to see,” I said softly. “But not all - I want to see you naked, totally. Hope you don’t mind performing a little striptease for me?”

She wriggled away from me a little. “No, that sounds fun!” she giggled, and I eased away to allow her to free herself. She stood up, and went to close the curtains.

“Ah, no,” I stopped her. “I think we should leave those open. I quite like the idea of you wandering around naked in my room, and I’m sure Mark would appreciate it when he gets back from the pub. Come on Karen, perform for me!”

I was really starting to get into this, and despite her pout, I think Karen was too, because she walked slowly away from the window, and when she got to the middle of the room, lifted the back of her skirt so that anyone walking past and looking up would have seen her naked arse. I didn’t think many people would be walking past and looking up, but the thought of it was thrilling, and I reached down to adjust my throbbing erection, noticing Karen’s smirk as she saw what I was doing.

She slowly raised her hands above her head, stretching her body so that her top rode up just enough to expose her smooth stomach, and then eased her hands down her sides and over her hips. Kicking off her shoes, she spun around, pushing her arse out towards me as if daring me to grab her. Sorely tempted as I was, I resisted the urge, and instead watched as her top slowly rose, exposing her back. Karen turned round to face me, top just covering her nipples, and looked at me questioningly. “Higher, higher!” I smiled and she quickly pulled the garment up and over her head, leaving her top gloriously bare. “Mmm, that is a sight for sore eyes,” I grinned, as she danced slowly round the room, facing the window all the time.

Her circle of the room complete, Karen stood at the edge of the bed, and raised one foot to rest on it, which gave me a great view up her skirt. She slowly rolled her stocking down her slender leg, and encouraged me to pull it off her foot, and then swapped legs to repeat the move. My lust was starting to become uncontrollable now I knew she had only the short black skirt on, and I quickly unzipped my jeans and tore them, my socks and t-shirt off, my hard cock very visible through my boxer shorts. Karen moved over to the window again, and stood in front of it, nipples almost pressing against the glass, wiggling her arse towards me. I could take it no longer, I had to fuck her.

I walked over towards her, stopping to pull a condom from my bedside table drawer. Putting one hand on her arse under her skirt, I slid my boxer shorts off with the other, and tore open the condom wrapper. “Right, you’ve asked for it!” I grinned at her, slipping the condom on and rolling it down over my throbbing cock. Pushing her skirt above her waist, I slid in between her legs and quickly located her wet hole with my fingers, feeling her gasp as I roughly slid them over her clitoris. “Mmm, yeah, I’m gonna fuck you in front of the window,” I said softly.

“Oh god, yes, yes,” Karen moaned as I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with the head of my cock, rubbing it against her slippery slit and finally easing it into her, an inch at a time. When I was totally inside her, I stood on my toes to emphasise the point, pushing her against the window and eliciting a growl of approval from her. Her cunt felt fantastic, tight and hot, and it was a wonderfully erotic sight to see her before me. I slid a hand round her stomach and down to her clit, feeling my cock inside her as I rubbed. I wanted her to cum, and cum hard, before I did, and I knew I wouldn’t last too long the first time so I had to be quick. Her arse shoved against me as my fingers slipped against her soaking pussy, and she shuddered as the first waves of orgasm hit her. “Fuck, fuck,” she gasped, and I intensified my rubbing, standing still behind her, twitching my cock and feeling her cunt muscles milk it as the sensation became to much and she was there, cumming, cumming, cumming.

I let her calm down for a few seconds, cock still holding still in her. “Oh yes, oh yes!” she sighed contentedly, craning her neck to almost face me. I slid my cock out and then in just gently, reminding her that there was more to come, and heard her growl again. “Oh that feels good!”

“You bet,” I groaned, starting to pump my cock in and out of her, my knees bending slightly as I gripped onto the window sill with one hand and continued trying to rub her clitoris with the other. I gradually increased the pace, thrusting hard against her, my thighs slapping on her arse as I fucked her harder. I was close now, close to cumming, and I told her. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum in you baby, oh yes, right…about…now!” and with a groan I pushed my cock as far into her as I could and let loose a great burst of spunk, trembling with pleasure as her cunt milked me.