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Hayleigh chuckled with her mother as she detailed the ups and downs of trying to pick up women at clubs. Even the thought of kissing or making out with a woman at a club sent a hot shiver along her spine. She never imagined how discussing this with her mother like this would effect her. For the moment, the feelings made her wet and warm all over.

Watching her mother get up to go shower, Hayleigh smiled. The feeling of heat on her body only became more intense at the idea of her mother in the shower. She considered sneaking a peak, but shrugged back the idea. She didn't need to start getting images in her mind about her mother as a sexual attraction. There were strange things happening in the world, but that seemed something they should avoid.

Pouring another half glass of wine, enjoying the warm tingle of her skin and the relaxed sensation in her mind as she sipped at it for a moment while her mother ran to the shower. Finishing the wine, Hayleigh pushed up from the table, grabbing a few things out of her suitcase as she stripped off her top and shorts. _Provocative, yet stylish_ She thought as she looked at her outfits. Smirking, looking back towards the bathroom door, Hayleigh pulled on a pair of black lace panties then slipped a silver halter open back mini dress barely covered much more than her chest and her hips, stopping just below her hips. She slipped on a pair of black heels before brushing out her hair, letting it hang down over her shoulders.

Sitting down at the vanity, she started applying a light bit of makeup while her mother showered.

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Adriana was supporting herself on the tiled wall of the shower with one hand and the other was furiously pleasuring her. She needed that release as she feared that she might do something wrong and cross the line between the two of them. She tried to imagine Cynthia's face, but unfortunately her mind was not so helpful and her imagination showed Hayleigh's instead. That made her stop. She could not continue like that. Hopefully the night club would provide enough distractions as to make her mind wander in a different direction. Adriana pursed her lips and resumed showering. The relief would have to wait a bit.

Once done she wrapped herself in a towel and exited. She paused for a second to check Hayleigh's outfit from the back. She knew the dress, back when they bought it she had protested, but now she realized her mistake as it suited her daughter perfectly! She had a nice dress in mind for herself. Once her body was dry she let the towel fall on the ground forgetting that the vanity had a large enough mirror as to award Hayleigh with a nice sight of her naked body.

Fishing a nice pair of panties she quickly put them on, the dress did not require her to wear a bra. That would be the first time she wore it since she had bought it for the trip and as a reward for the successful divorce. Once it was on she would have to wait for Hayleigh to be done with the make up so that she could apply some to herself too.

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Catching her mother walk out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she gave a soft smile into the reflection of the mirror seeing her mother stop to check out the dress she'd chosen. Hayleigh remembered her mother's protests when she bought it, but the look on her face now spoke to a much different view on the outfit.

Before her eyes went back to the mirror and her makeup, the towel fell from her mother's body. Hayleigh felt her breath catch in her throat as her eyes went wide. She knew she should look away, but she found it hard to pull her eyes from the sensuous curves of her mother's body. Her meticulously groomed and toned body reminded Hayleigh of the genes she'd missed out on.

The warm tingling between her thighs didn't abate, but rather grew more intense as she finally pulled her eyes from her mother's body. Pressing her thighs together in an attempt to push away the heat, she found it only made things worse. _I can't believe I'm getting aroused by my mother._ She thought to herself with a soft, throaty groan to herself.

Running a light purple lip pencil over the edges of her lips then brushing the plump pink skin, Hayleigh worked the paint into her lips, checking the coverage before slipping out of the chair to open space for her mother. "Oh Mom, that's a great dress. You're going to be turning heads tonight." Hayleigh complimented trying to hide her own arousal at how sensuous her mother looked.

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"We will." Adriana raised her index finger "Don't sell yourself short, you won't have to wait long to exchange saliva with some girl at the club." she winked as she approached the vanity to do her hair and put some make up.

She hoped she did not have a too whory look, but given that it was almost a must at the night clubs she decided that it did not matter. The problem with the single bed remained. She did not want to allow Hayleigh to go someone else's room, so she guessed she would have to find herself some other distraction.

"How do I look?" she swiveled in the seat so that her daughter could have a better look. "It has been a while since I had to doll up, those business dinners at work and with your father's colleagues don't count. Does it say I am single and ready to mingle?" Adriana grinned at the stupid joke.

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"Somehow I think I'll have more guys wanting to do that than girls, Mom." Chuckling, Hayleigh sat on the edge of the bed with her phone, touching up the last bits of her eyeliner. Hayleigh watched as her mother worked on her hair and makeup. Hayleigh did her best not to stare at her mother from behind, but something deep inside kept pulling her sight back to the woman at the vanity. The warm tingle between her thighs grew more intense until she finally had to walk out of the room and grab a glass of wine to distract her from the feelings.

Stepping back into the room as she sipped the wine, her mind wandering back to the images that had warmed her up earlier. The image of her mother naked getting dressed didn't help, but she did what she could to push them back and imagine making out with some random woman at the club.

Hayleigh blushed at the question of how her mother looked. She'd need to be careful not to let her arousal and desire slip out with her compliments "Mom, you're going to make a lot of people in that club jealous tonight." The least of those people being her daughter. The idea of watching her mother flirting and kissing another man or woman suddenly shot through Hayleigh like a bolt of electricity and her words became more real than she'd imagined the might.

Putting down the glass and picking up her clutch, Hayleigh moved towards the door, needing something to distract her from the thoughts and feelings swirling around in her body. "C'mon Mom... let's get out there."

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Adriana considered what to say next "Let's focus on having a good time first and foremost." she smiled "If it is a guy, you can decide whether or not to take his invitation." she shrugged "But if you insist on a girl, there will be ones that will be interested, that is for sure, though you have to be sure as to what exactly you want."

She was not sure if she made any sense "You must not show any sign of doubt or the potential partner would be confused if you start sending mixed signals." she sighed "I know it is easier said than done, but keep that in mind. I guess part of a good seduction is confidence."

"That's the idea." Adriana smirked at the remark that she was going to make a lot of people jealous. "Though I am a bit rusty with the whole flirting business." she giggled "So I am not sure I will be a good example." she grinned and sighed.

"Yes, let's go!" she nodded "You checked online which is the best club in town?" Adriana tilted her head as she stepped next to Hayleigh "Any good parties?"

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Hayleigh chewed tentatively on her lip as her mother detailed the potential activities for the night. Suddenly all of their discussions and all of the ideas floating around in her mind making her body buzz with excitement turned into anticipation. "Well I know I want to do something with a woman... but beyond that I'm kinda uncertain..." She blushed looking down at her feet for a moment before shaking away the uncertainty in her thoughts "I guess I'll just try and take it slow." It still felt weird talking about this with her mother considering the conversations they'd had during the day.

Grinning as they exited the bungalow and headed for the lobby to find a ride, Hayleigh pulled out her phone. She'd looked up some of the clubs, but hadn't even considered the possibility of trying to hook up with a woman. The idea of finding a gay bar or a LGBT friendly bar in town turned her thoughts to a search. "I found a few clubs that look good, but I guess I should see if there are any LGBT friendly bars while we wait for the cab."

To her dismay it seemed that the Bahamas were still very restrictive regarding homosexual activities. After a quick search it appeared they were going to have to take their chances with the normal bars. "I guess we'll have to be careful about doing anything in public." Hayleigh sighed asking the driver to take them to the waterfront area where most of the bars and clubs were. Once they started moving Hayleigh reached over, placing her hand over her mother's. "Whatever happens Mom, thank you for being open and honest with me about this. I never imagined we'd be sharing something like this."

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"Well, that's a start." Adriana smiled and sighed "I wish I had someone with whom I could confide all those years, someone who could give me advice." she shook her head "So I know how you feel and I will try to be as supportive as possible." she touched her shoulder. "Better for you to learn from my mistakes." she grinned.

"Aww..." she replied to the being careful in public "Where is the fun in that!?" Adriana exclaimed "Girls grinding and making out in clubs can be very hot." she smirked. "That is the fastest way to attract attention." she sighed "Alright, I will try not to get us in trouble." she gave a theatrical roll of her eyes.

There was a sudden mental image of them dancing and sharing a kiss. It was getting harder and harder pushing those ideas back. She would have to find a partner soon enough or she would not be able to hold herself. Especially given Hayleigh's curiosity about the subject, there was an urge to help her out with it. Her daughter was so sweet about it and Adriana felt a bit dirty having such lustful feelings for her. Hence the need to find anyone who would scratch that particular itch. Despite the warnings she had given to her...

Once they arrived and Adriana paid the driver they were at the waterfront area. There were a myriad of people. After all everyone had come to have a good time. "Lot's of opportunities." she grinned "Let's pick a place and go in. I am sure you know it, but for posterity, be careful with the offered drinks." she cautioned, one of the vagaries of going to a party with your mother.

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Hayleigh felt a sort of weight lift from her shoulders at the prospect of what they were sharing. If she was being honest with herself, this was really the first time in months that the idea of any sort of interaction with a girl or woman crossed her mind. The last time being a near flirting kiss with one of the girls on the softball team in the locker room, but Hayleigh couldn't bring herself to step in closer. Now she was going into a club with her mother, dressed in a way that screamed 'come flirt with me' and all she could think about was how seeing her mother naked in the room turned her on.

Taking her mother by the arm, Hayleigh led them to one of the clubs that she found that looked really nice, but not too sleazy or intense. She figured the should take it slow at first. "Well seeing as how I'm likely to get a less than cordial response if I order drinks, why don't I let you take care of the drinks Mom." Hayleigh teased knowing full well her mother would take care of her. "Are we going to go into this as mother and daughter or as girl friends? Might get weird looks if I called you Mom in front of someone." She joked as they queued up in the line to get into the club. By the look of things further up the line, the bouncers weren't taking too much of an interest in ID's, which helped Hayleigh relax.

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"Trust no one!" Adriana said theatrically and grinned "But sure, I will take care of the drinks. Maybe will show you how to get drinks for free from the bartender." not the most motherly thing to do, but she was not thinking clearly at the moment. She wanted to impress her daughter, get closer to her, maybe Hayleigh would make the forbidden step for her? Make that decision for her... Cross the line...

"Yeah, won't be good, for the evening you can call me Adriana, or..." she gave a sly look "...honey and babe." she winked, not fully realizing what she had just said. "Although the last part might push some away, but others might be interested..." that was a side of her mother that Hayleigh had never seen.

"We should be in soon enough..." she murmured as the line was getting shorter and they were getting closer to the bouncers. Good thing that some liked to let in hot women even if there was not enough space, or let them cut the line. After all what could you do to them?

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Hayleigh giggled seeing her mother in such bright spirits acting more as if she was showing a new girl friend a fun night on the town rather than her own daughter. She liked that idea, the sensation. Not thinking of her as her mother made the feelings in her belly and the tingle between her legs that much more enjoyable. But of course there was that line. No matter how turned on or curious Hayleigh felt towards women in general and especially the feelings she'd had during the day about her mother, that wasn't something they could ever come back from.

"I like Adriana." Hayleigh laughed at the idea of 'honey and babe' but more so to cover the blush on her face at the image it created. Again she went back to that line as something about her mother's comment drew her closer to it. Hayleigh's face turned up in a smirk "Well I mean some woman looking for a threesome might get a kick out of that." She suddenly bit her lip letting the shock of the pain shoot through her. _Why did I say that?_ She chastised herself.

Before her mother finished her sentence one of the more attractive of the bouncers walked down the line, unlocking the fuzzy railing right in front of them, ushering them towards the door with a alluring grin on his face. The groans and complaints from the others in front of them caused Hayleigh's smirk to grow a bit as the heat and sound and sensations of the inner club suddenly ran headlong into her as they entered through the door. "C'mon Mo... Adriana... let's get a drink then go find a place to pick out our conquests." Hayleigh said excitedly pulling her mother towards the nearest bar.

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"Adriana..." she repeated the name as if tasting it "I love it!" she exclaimed and resisted the urge to pull Hayleigh in a tight embrace. There was a sudden surge of dopamine in her brain and she felt that her control over herself was slowly slipping from her hand. _Need to be careful with the drinks._ Adriana told to herself. If she drank too much she would not be able to stop herself from crossing the line.

Her yearning for Hayleigh was getting stronger by the minute. She was starting to feel like a teenager in heat, who was going on a date with their crush. The threesome remark made her knees weak for a moment. Good thing she was not a man or there would have been a very strong and visible reaction to it. "Now that is an interesting thought." Adriana gave her a sly look and leaned to whisper in her ear "Hold on to it, you never know, mommy might be able to arrange something." somewhere at the back of her mind an alarm bell started to ring that her toes are dipping in the red line.

Good thing there was no time for Hayleigh to reply as they were let in, allowing herself to be led by her. "We should start light." she managed to say "Some cocktails?" although some of these could be pretty strong too. Good thing she knew what to order.

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Hayleigh could have swore a more radiant flush filled her mother's cheeks in the moment before they'd been let to the door and into the club. Her approval of the pet name made Hayleigh grin wide as they moved through the crowd towards the bar. She couldn't tell what had changed, but there seemed to be an energy coming from her Mother that almost tingled her skin as they moved through the crowd, staying close as to not get separated.

It wasn't hard to spy the various looks they got from people, both men and women, as they moved to the bar. There wasn't any doubt in her mind that they'd caught at least a few people's attention already. But in a place like this, everyone was looking at everyone. She'd been to enough clubs in the past couple of years with some of her older friends and a fake id, it wasn't hard to know what went on in clubs like this. Two women coming to a club together like this, dressed the way they were tended to suggest one of two things; girlfriends out for a fun night together or two women looking for something fun. The question is how would others read how they acted together.

The whisper about her mother arranging a threesome lingered in her mind. Regardless of trying to push away any taboo thoughts of her arousal towards her mother, Hayleigh couldn't help but wonder how hard it would be to keep the wall between them up naked in bed with another woman. The thought only helped to make the heated throb in her belly that much more intense.

"I trust you Adriana. Whatever you think is best to get things started." Hayleigh wouldn't admit it to her mother, but the glasses of wine she had at dinner were still present, giving her mind that relaxed fun sensation she always got when she drank. Unfortunately she knew drinking more would bring out a more flirtatious side of her. The arousal she felt towards her mother in this moment might not be well served by more alcohol.

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The image of the two of them sharing another woman could not leave her mind, made her even hornier which worried her deeply. At that point she would settle with only with Hayleigh.

It was a welcome distraction to go to the bar and get them a drink. There were men and women checking them out. She felt rather protective of her daughter. Somehow she felt that Hayleigh was only for her. Part of her was deluding herself that she was just looking out for her daughter's best interest, but at that point she was more interested in bedding her.

That was the simple truth. With or without any other woman she was going to do it. That particular itch was not going away. The red line has been crossed already. The only thing remaining was actually doing it.

Good thing she was good looking as that attracted the bartender quick enough and she ordered a couple of mojitos. They were not that strong, but were quite refreshing. Taking the two glasses she headed back towards Hayleigh. "Seen anyone you like?" she tilted her head as she gave her the glass.

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Hayleigh's body thrummed with arousal and need. Something about the day's conversations and images had her wet and achy. The heat and energy of the club didn't help abate the sensations in her body. Her eyes roamed the room as she waited for her mother... Adriana to get their drinks. The looks she got from both men and women only served to fuel the fire in her belly.

As her mother returned with their drinks, Hayleigh's eyes went to her mother's form, suddenly unable to pull her thoughts away from the images swirling in her head. The idea of the two of them with another woman naked in bed, exploring each other's bodies sent a warm flush over her pale skin as she sipped at the cool refreshing drink. She let the alcohol warm her belly more as her mother's question danced through her mind.

"There's a lot of possibilities, no one that stands out just yet." Hayleigh smiled. That was a bit of a white lie, but how could she tell her mother that the one she liked was standing right next to her. As much as Hayleigh knew it could never happen, she couldn't help but be drawn to the idea. Her eyes gently drifted over her mother's all but exposed body in the dress that just screamed 'take me off'. "Maybe we should move closer to the dance floor and see what catches our eyes."

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"Well it is hard to see from here." Adriana nodded and sighed. The place was loud enough so that she had to shout for Hayleigh to hear her. Good thing that it was practically impossible for anyone to eavesdrop.

"But first, let's enjoy our drinks." she smirked. Adriana needed the drink to let go of her own inhibitions. Despite making the decision she could feel her feet being cold still. She needed some of that liquid courage to do it. She could see them dancing, grinding against each other, making out... Maybe go to the toilets? Nah, she preferred that her daughter's first time to be proper in a comfortable bed. With or without a third woman...

"We should pretend being girlfriends then." she grinned to cover her own nervousness "Would be easier to invite a third." she was not sure if it made any sense or not, but that did not matter.

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Hayleigh walked to a spot on the wall looking over the dance floor. There was a lot of movement out there, most of it was just good hot bodies dancing to a good beat, but there were a few who looked a lot more intimate and aroused. She found herself staring. There was a female couple along the nearby wall where the dance floor seemed a bit more dark and secluded. They were dancing close, their bodies pressed together. The whole visual sent a warmth racing down her spine, feeding the already heated ache between her thighs throb a bit more.

Sipping at her drink, trying not to take in too much at once, Hayleigh knew she needed to be careful. The wine from dinner still lingered in head, and the new flush of alcohol only fed the feelings of light relaxation spreading through her body. Feeling her mother standing so close so they could talk made her skin tingle as thoughts swam through her mind.

The suggestion that they pretend to be girlfriends caused Hayleigh to blink with surprise. Of course her mother's suggestion made sense, especially if they were trying to find a third. Something about the idea both scared her and heightened her arousal even more. "I... if you think that's the best idea Adriana." Hayleigh leaned in to reply, her mouth practically brushing her mother's cheek as she tried to keep their conversation between them. "Can you show me? I'm not sure how that would look." She realized as soon as she said it that she was inviting something that both of them should never share.

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Adriana's heart skipped a beat when Hayleigh seemed to agree to her insane idea. Things were moving forward and now there was no turning back, unless she wanted to risk hurting her daughter... and she did not want that! She would have to consider what to do next. The scent and the feeling of having Hayleigh so close was muddling her mind. Adriana was turning crazy with lust for her own daughter!

"Do what normal couples do." she smiled "Dance, make out..." the smile turned into a grin. "And if you see any woman looking at us intently we should send a drink her way. If what I have read is true, that was the universal invitation for a threesome." this was an unknown territory for her, considering such a thing, so she was not sure whether or not that was true.

She and her ex had considered going to a swingers club, but had never mustered the courage. Deep down she hoped that no one would be interested as she wanted Hayleigh all to herself. "Shall we dance?"

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Hayleigh's breath caught in her throat when she heard her mother say 'make out'. Of course that's what couples would do in public, but suddenly they were mere inches from stepping into forbidden taboo territory that neither of them should ever range. "Mak... make out?" Hayleigh whispered cautiously only loud enough for her mother to hear. "Are... are you sure that's a good idea Adriana?" She couldn't deny that she secretly wanted to, but actually suggesting they do it suddenly pushed some of the fantasy to the back of Hayleigh's mind.

Taking a large gulp of her drink, draining all but the ice from the chilled glass, she set the glass down on a nearby table. "Let's go dance, bu... but maybe we should think about the making out." Hayleigh felt herself pulling back slightly realizing the danger that they were about to run headlong into if they started making out on a dance floor at a club.

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Adriana knew that she was right and Hayleigh was giving her a way out, but she was in too deep now. At least some of her reason remained which told her not to force things.

"Well, that is what couples do." she smiled and shrugged "But if you don't want to..." she pouted slightly, there will be other opportunities. Besides who knows... things might develop after all, people tend to lose control in the heat of the moment.

She too finished her own drink and smacked her lips and reached for Hayleigh's hand to lead her to the dance floor. "I hope I remember how to do it." She grinned, changing the subject, although the song was very evocative which presupposed a lot of physical contact.


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As soon as the woman stepped out of the car and the headlights from his own vehicle behind hers lit up that fiery mane of hair, Sebastian knew immediately who he had stopped to help. Damnit, why did it have to be her? The perfect little girl who had everything, whose family thought she was too good to be friends with him? She was his only and best friend when they were young kids, then things seemed to suddenly shift between them and their families, and they were forced apart. He hadn't talked to her since elementary school and he didn't think he ever would again. Yet, here they were.

Regardless, he wasn't going to leave her stranded here on the side of the road. "What happened? Did you pop a tire or something? I don't know what all I can do to fix this thing out here in the dark, but a flat would be easy. Or I can take you home and you can deal with it tomorrow." Sebastian found that he was rambling a bit, something the man didn't do often, and he shut himself up. He was quieter and reserved, usually, when talking to those he wasn't friends with or women he was flirting with. But there was something about Danielle that was making him feel awkward and unsure of how to talk to her. They weren't friends anymore, and he should probably treat her like a stranger, right?

But that wasn't entirely true. Sebastian still remembered everything about Danielle from when they were children, like her favorite colors, animals, foods, things important to young elementary schoolers. She had been his one and only friend. Now, she was an adult, and he knew nothing of her. He knew that she wasn't exactly popular when they were in school, but knew that she took church and classes seriously while he never did. And maturing had really done her well, too. She was a beautiful woman now, which was clear even in the dim light of his car's headlights. He wondered briefly what her life was like now. What was she doing in their shitty little town now? Was she in school somewhere? Dating someone? Perhaps even married? It wasn't any of his business, he supposed. Their lives had been separated and would probably stay that way after he got her home safe.

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As Danielle grew up into a young woman, a lot of who she was had been buried away, deemed unfitting for a proper woman. Back then, just like she had been Sebastian's only friend, he had been hers. He had been the only one to see who she really was, and even now she suspected that she hadn't truly changed in her ways, she was just acting as someone different, someone with expectations weighing heavy on her shoulders. Deep down she knew she was still a good humored, joking, talkative, and even thrill seeking type of girl. Though, she was going to dig real deep to find herself, she didn't see any reason to do so right now. Instead she opted to just do as her parents wanted and be good.

Danielle pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and stepped aside. She was wearing a white button down shirt and a black pencil skirt, so bending down to check the tires wasn't really an option unless she hiked up the skirt all the way up her thighs. Besides, even if it was a flat, she didn't know how to change it. Seemed rather stupid not to know such things now, instead she was made to learn other things that wouldn't help her in this situation.

"I wouldn't know what to tell you, it just started making some sound and it staled. I tried starting it, but obviously it didn't work," she said with a nervous little laugh. " If you don't mind, I'd love a ride back home. I really don't like the idea of staying out here all night... and you've been the only car to go by. At least, I think you have been. I was asleep." Danielle tapped the sides of her legs, a little nervous. "Do you---remember me?"

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If the car stalled out, then the problem was certainly not a flat tire. Sebastian was no master mechanic and the only light was from his car, so there was no way Sebastian would be able to fix her up enough to get home. Looked like he'd settle on giving her ride. She seemed to understand that, too.

"A ride's no problem. I was heading back into town anyway." Sebastian was about to turn back towards his car when she spoke up again. Her question caught him a little off guard, honestly, and he paused to look at her, his darker blue eyes meeting the lighter shade of hers.

How could he forget her? She was his best friend once. She had probably been the only true friend he ever had, too. The boys he hung around with as a teen and occasionally now hardly gave a damn about anyone other than themselves. They weren't true friends to Sebastian or each other, he knew. And he missed her. A lot. Back then, she seemed to be the only one who didn't expect him to turn out like a failure.

"Of course I remember you, Danielle. "

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Feeling a little sheepish for asking that question, Danielle rubbed her arm. There was a sense of warmth that he would still remember her after all these years, even her name on his full lips made her feel like she had butterflies in her tummy. Despite the lack of light around them, she could feel his eyes on hers. Gazing at her intently. "It's good seeing you, Sebastian," she started, taking a fee steps forward to head towards his car. She wanted to keep looking at him, to really drink up the details of his grown body, but figured that would only unsettle him.

Being careful not to misstep, once she reached Sebastian's care she placed her hand on the hood and used it to steady herself before getting in the passenger side. Finally she let go of a breath she'd been holding onto out of surprise of seeing her old friend. Well, an old classmate. She couldn't expect him to still call her friend after they were separated at such a young age. They were inseparable back then, you couldn't see one without the other or if you did the other wasn't far away.

"How have you been, Sebastian?" she asked once he was also in the car. "How's your Dad doing?" Probably a stupid question, since everyone pretty much knew that Sebastian's father frequented the bars and didn't leave until he could barely stand.

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"It's good to see you, too," Sebastian would respond, then follow behind her towards his car. Though, Sebastian wasn't so sure it really was good to see her. Remembering their broken friendship always hurt and made him feel lonely and there was a tinge of jealousy that would occasionally make its appearance. She was so perfect in every way and everyone knew it. And he was the opposite, seen as a drunken failure like his father. He didn't even drink that much, in all honesty, but he was treated as if he was a replica of his dad, a good-for-nothing drunkard who only gets into trouble. But it wasn't Danielle's fault that they both ended up this way, and he didn't blame her for their separation as kids or the way his life had ended up after. He was happy for her, that she was doing so well.

Seeing her use his car for balance, the dark-haired man waited by his door to make sure she could get into the vehicle okay with those shoes on and the uneven surface of the ground beneath them. Once she was opening the door, Sebastian did the same and plopped himself into the driver's seat.

"I've been okay. I've got a job and my own place now, so I guess you could say things are going well. My dad's still the same as he always is, though. A drunk mess." Sebastian backed the car up a little, made sure there were no cars approaching and pulled them onto the road. For Danielle's safety, he even went the speed limit instead of over, like he often did. "How have you been?"

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Danielle thought for a moment on how to answer the question about how she had been. Sure outside she was fine, she had nice clothes, came from a good family, had a degree and was working with children just like she wanted, but... inside she was torn up into two people. The one that her parents wanted her to be and the one she wished she could be. At least, in some aspects of her life.

"Ah well, I've just been keeping busy teaching at our old elementary school, I teach second graders." Danielle buckled up and held onto the seat belt across her chest. It wasn't that she didn't trust him to keep her safe, but she needed something to do with her hands otherwise she was going to be a nervous wreck. She was in a car with a man that a lot of the town didn't like, if anyone saw her they might think the worst of her.

God, she shouldn't care what they thought, but she knew just how damaging some of these people could be. For all she knew they'd start saying she slept with Sebastian, and she didn't need something like that get to the ears of the town's preacher. Her father.

"I never thought you'd be the one to stop and help me out, Sebastian," she said softly, sort of expecting him to have denied her a ride once he knew it was her. Through middle school and high school, she always had the feeling that he had come to hate her.

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Teaching second graders was something he could absolutely see Danielle doing. She always did seem to tutor people while they were in high school and it seemed just like something she would continue on doing later in her life. "Well, that seems like a good job," he replied. Sebastian's job wasn't something so nice like teaching. He worked in a warehouse at the edge of town sorting supplies out and loading them onto trucks. It paid well and that's all that mattered to him. A good pay meant he could live on his own.

Sebastian gave her a brief glance when she mentioned her surprise that he was the one that stopped to help her. "I might not be a good guy, but I'm not evil enough to leave someone stuck on the side of the road. I wasn't expecting you to be in the car, either, I guess. I haven't talked to you since we were really little kids."

Their meeting had really caught him off guard, but he was putting on a front to act unaffected. They weren't friends now. They had been wedged so far apart that they've become strangers. This is the first time they had talked in years and would probably be the last, so there was no use in getting caught up in their happy childhood memories. Their temporary reunion would only last the ten minutes or so it would take to return her home, then he could assume they'd never meet again. "But I'm happy to see that you're okay and it wasn't something serious that put you on the side of the road."

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Oh great, she had said the wrong thing and now she felt terrible. It had come out worse than she had meant it. Yes she was surprised, but she hadn't meant it because he was a bad person, she just thought he generally didn't like her anymore because of what they went through. Danielle looked at him, her soft features taught with uncertainty. "I'm sorry, I don't think you're a bad person..." she explained, trying to figure out his features, but he was harder to read now that he was an adult. She remembered being able to know what he was thinking right off the bat when they were kids, but now... he just looked exhausted from the life that people had thrown on him without knowing if it was true or not.

Turning back to the window, she watched as familiar houses started appearing a little bit further. Civilization at its finest. Just a few more turns and they were going to end up at her house, which was a decent house one of the more decent ones in town. Her father had made sure to give her and her mother everything they needed.

The silence that followed between them was painstakingly awkward, so once they had arrived to her driveway, Danielle had couldn't be more relieved. "Thank you again, Sebastian. I'm really glad to see that you're doing okay." She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door. "I wish things could have been different... with us growing up... I'm sorry I wasn't able to do more."

Danielle stepped out of the car and closed the door behind her before going around the front of the car. The bright lights against her white blouse definitely made it noticeable that she was wearing a white bra before she stepped out of range and headed up her walkway.

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Hearing that the young woman didn't think he was bad was honestly surprising. The entire town had negative views on him and he would have thought Danielle would as well, especially since her parents certainly hated him enough to keep them as far apart as possible. As they drove on in awkward silence, Sebastian wondered briefly what life would have been like if they weren't separated. He probably wouldn't have grown into such a troublemaker with her there to offer guidance to what was right. But that was the past and this was now.

Sebastian easily remembered which house was hers. It hadn't changed much since they were kids and he pulled his car up to the curb. "It was no problem. It's good to see you're also doing well.," he replied before she was out and the door was shut. He let out a heavy sigh as he watched her walk around his car and towards her house. She had certainly grown into herself more, that was clear. She was beautiful and doing well in life it seemed. Maybe she wished things had turned out differently, but if they did, would she be where she is now? Or would he have just weighed her down in life? Sebastian wasn't sure.

Once he made sure she was safely in the house, the man pulled away from the curb and drove himself home, though his mind seemed incapable of drifting far from Danielle. He, too, wished he could have done more to stay friends. Things would have been so different for him that way. But at least she was doing great without him, right?

Once home, which was a small building he was renting, Sebastian parked out front, loaded his arms up with groceries, and walked towards the door. As soon as he was in, Sebastian's dog was there to greet him. He gave the large mutt some scratches on the head before he began working on putting the groceries away. But he was only paying some attention to what he was doing. He saw Danielle today, after years. And it seemed like he was having trouble shaking her from his thoughts.

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Unknown to Sebastian, Danielle oddly felt the same way. After years of not having thought of her old friend for long periods of time, she found him being on her mind for the rest of the night. Sure he'd grown up, but she'd never even given thought to how handsome he had become. Despite that, he sounded like he was lonely. There was a sullen tone to how he explained how his life was going, and she could understand where he was coming from. Danielle may be the town sweetheart, but the expectations that were placed on her by her parents and members of the church made her feel like she was suffocating and being weighed down. The only thing that brought her any comfort was when she was with her class. The children loved her, didn't expect perfection, and were very honest with her when it came to their gratitude for teaching them.

Later that night as she lay restless in her bed, she thought about how she could thank him for helping her out earlier. Luckily her parents didn't ask too many questions about how she got home after the car breaking down. For once Danielle had lied and said some stranger happened to come by and help her out. She didn't feel like arguing with them after how much of an emotional mess she was if she told them it had been Sebastian that got her home. Sebastian did say that he lived alone in an apartment, what if she made him a nice home cooked meal? Maybe he didn't cook for himself much, right? Should she assume that? She couldn't very well just take flowers to him, that didn't seem personal enough. She could ask him out to dinner instead... but she didn't want to impose if he already had plans.

No, she was over thinking it! She was just going to make him a nice meal. Luckily tomorrow was Saturday and she was going to be able to get shopping done early and the figure out where he actually lived or worked. She was sure that someone at church might know, unfortunately she did know of a couple of women that had claimed to have slept with him in the past. She could try and nonchalantly ask where he happened to live. Yes, that's what she was going to do.

By morning, Danielle had woken up early to go grocery shopping. She hadn't slept properly the night before, far too excited and nervous about getting to see Sebastian again. If she succeeded in finding him that is. This morning she had her hair up in a messy bun and was in shorts and a plain black shirt and shoes. A very casual look that didn't wear too often. Usually she was always wearing skirts and heels, but today wasn't that type of day. She was planning on making Sebastian some of the things they used to liked as kids, like macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and steak fingers, all home made of course. And for dessert, a nice chocolate pie.


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"Respect." Something Keres had for very, very few people in this world or her own. She hadn't respected her sisters when they were alive, or a large portion of her family. The respect she felt for Ares or any of his brood were based strictly on their fighting ability and their love for overly violent death. The mortals she had held even a sliver of respect for were few and far between over the course of thousands of years, and none of them ever lived long enough to be eternally memorable. Achilles had held a place in her mind for a brief period, as had some of the other beasts in a soldier's armor that had slaughtered hundreds without remorse.

Medusa and her rampages to kill the gender that had wronged her had been very entertaining, but had more or less lacked the blood and carnage that Keres adored so much. A body turned to stone did little to fuel what she required from this world, but a body torn apart by beasts, their limbs removed and their entrails hanging out, that was something far more meaningful to her. A little torture could go a long way for a woman that reigned over death.

"Can see change." Just the vehicle they rode in had not existed during her last visit to the world, as well as many other things. All of their homes and shops were different, their taverns were made of stone and cheap lights that worked sometimes and other times not. Their ales smelled vastly different, their drinks were bright and odd colors that were clearly not made by natural plants grown for intoxication. "Gods no longer walk open among man."

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"Wouldn't be healthy for either side if they did, it's better for you... Gods to hide away in the background. It was so different back in the days of Greece and Sparta where I grew up, but things always change." Garrison sighed softly as the car came into a underground garage. Their journey had come to an end, the driver had pulled into a secluded spot near and elevator to give the woman the least amount of time exposed to the cameras. She would have a lot to learn in the next few days if she wanted to fit in, and not be caught by the humans for what she really was. Sighing to himself he thought about her once more, thinking about her true identity.

She was likely a god, and seeing as she likely just woke up and murdered someone, she needed blood. She had narrowed it down to him, but where was she from, that accent... it was strange, and he had narrowed it down, but it couldn't be 'her' right? Sighing he went on towards the elevator and waited for it to come down, luckily it was empty, and he waved her in before the doors closed. "In the apartment the shower will be on the left. I'll get you something set up where you can lay your head as well."

The ride to the top was rather quick and they were whisked into the nice penthouse that had been left empty for them. Benefits of being an elder in the coven, always had a nice place to lay your head at. He sighed and pointed down the hallway with the bathroom, then went back up stairs to make him something to eat, and update the status of his mission. He still had a job to do, and intended on carrying it out to the fullest. "I hope you find everything to your liking. I'll be around, just shout if you need anything."

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He'd grown up in Sparta, really? Keres gave him another once over with pursed lips, trying to determine if he was telling the truth or making subtle guesses at her origin by naming places she might be familiar with. Whatever the case was, she had time to figure out if she even cared where the vampire had originated from. Either she decided to look more into him and why he was choosing to help her despite not knowing more details about her being, or she promptly left after some rest and went about her life as she had been since her rude awakening.

Once the car had parked and she had figured out how to open the door to get out, the goddess followed slowly after the vampire, peering around the garage and its artificial lighting with disdain before entering the building with him. Now he was talking about a shower, something she had had immense trouble with since her arrival, despite a brief tutorial on how to operate one by one of her sisters. It seemed whenever she got the hang of it, something went wrong or the type of shower changed.

Elevators. She hated them, the way she didn't understand how they functioned or why they jolted and sent her moving up or down. She'd been in one once or twice since her arrival and hated it just as much each time, and this time was no different as she grasped the bar inside and glared at the doors as if they could see her expression. What was wrong with stairs or climbing?

The ride was unpleasant but otherwise uneventful, leaving her glaring momentarily at the elevator before going into the penthouse and looking around curiously where he pointed. He was just going to point her in the direction and leave her to her own devices, it seemed, which suited her just fine if not for her hatred of modern technologies. Still, she didn't bother to ask how this particular shower would work, what clothing she would wear when she was out, or anything else as she disappeared into the bathroom without another word.

Now that she was behind a closed door and looking at the luxurious bathroom at close, the deity was having second thoughts about figuring out how to operate it all. Damn her pride, she wouldn't be bested by a shower of all things! Hands were twisted and turned as she tried to figure out how to make the water come out, and once she had there was the matter of setting the temperature high enough to loosen the dried blood from her skin and hair to clean herself properly. This caused another several minutes of fiddling before the water was hot enough for her liking, steaming rising from it as she shed the bloodied clothing on the floor carelessly and stepped under the water with a sigh. Finally, she was warm.

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Well, it took her longer to get the shower on than he expected, but the time away from her allowed him to do some research. He wanted to know who he could possibly be dealing with here. If he was going to keep dealing with her he wanted to know everything about her. He was testing her in a way, seeing her reactions to things, seeing if she would flinch. So far the main thing he noticed was her hate of all technology, she hadn't seen much of technology if any at all.during her time.

Garrison always had access to books, hell he loved to read in fact. It was amusing to read what humans wrote about his kind, seeing what was real and what was fake. Vampires, werewolves, orcs, and elves, but he wasn't interested in any of those right now. No he wanted an old book, one that described the old gods of Greece, he knew that if maybe he could find anything he could find them there.

The library in the master bedroom was quite good, so he had no trouble finding the book he needed, it was an old book, one that many humans would never get to read. Written by some old scholar whose name was lost to history. Whoever he was, however, had a deeper knowledge of the Gods of darkness and death than many. Garrison grabbed himself a snack and a drink, knowing that this was going to be a longer night than normal.

So many things were running through his head, he had given away so much information to a person he didn't know was trustworthy just yet. The information about his lack of need to feed for example. It was rare for a vampire, a trait of only those who've ascended to the elder vampire status. It was very well hidden, and while he was surprised that she didn't know that, he knew that she would likely use that knowledge to delve deeper into him.

Garrison had given something over him, and he knew that was a mistake, sighing softly to himself he began to read, first going over to the female gods section, such boring reading this, even for someone who loved reading like him. He heard the water turning on, seemed like she figured out how to turn it on, good. It gave him a moment where he could just read by himself, but strangely he could not seemingly find anything on her.. "Just who are you, my little Goddess.."

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Keres was going to need something better to comb through her hair, her claws were only tearing and slicing out strands of it when she attempted to use them. Shy of exiting the shower and storming about dripping wet demanding a brush, she would make do for now and see about getting a more proper one after her odd shower was done. For now, she just needed to get clean, and if she had to wash her hair a second time at a later date to get all of the dirt and blood out, then so be it.

Outside of the bathroom seemed rather quiet from what she could tell, and by the time she managed to clean all the blood from her person some time later, the bathroom was filled with steam and she was fighting with the handles to shut off the shower. Stupid showers and their complicated functions. She was warm, she was as clean as she could be, so there was no reason to dawdle and stall in the bathroom now that she'd accomplished her task.

"What you do?" She appeared in the doorway to the master bedroom and its library sometime later, wrapped in a towel with her hair still dripping and a curious look on her face. "Clean now. Hair mess, but other parts clean."

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Garrison spent and took his time reading, but his heightened senses alerted her that she was about to come into the room. Still, though, he couldn't get a read on who exactly she was. It was odd, he never had issues tracking down someone who he wanted to know about more. It hadn't concerned him just yet, he was an expert at this. He knew that eventually he would have her and could figure out what to do with her next..

He had a plan for her of course, sure she was a Goddess, yes likely more powerful than him, but he had thousands of years to think. He had seen many civilizations rise and fall, and learned a thing a two about the Gods themselves. He knew that they desired one thing, power, and he knew how to dangle that in front of them to get ahead for himself. He was not someone anyone could just look past, though he wanted to. It was much easier to stab them in the back like that. "Ahh, I'm just catching up on a little reading. I hope you found the shower okay?"

He knew that she likely had some struggles with the shower, so he teased very softly about it. Not wanting to push her too much and feeling her wrath. He sighed softly, knowing that the day was starting to come to an end, and with one of his targets dead, the next day was going to be much more interesting than hiding in an expensive penthouse. His next target was an arms dealer, which was always fun to take on. "I do have to ask... Where do you plan on going after this? Do you have a place to go, or is it a life of killing random people in alleyways for you?"

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"Shower trouble. Hair mess." Keres motioned to her slightly tangled hair with a look of disgust and then shrugged. The shower had definitely given her trouble, and after a moment she realized that the wretched creature in front of her was teasing her about it. Her lips parted to expose sharp teeth as she growled quietly, then abruptly stopped as she decided that murdering him wasn't worth the struggle at the moment. She needed clothes, food, and a place to lay her head for the night before deciding what her next move was.

"Not remember where tiny room is." She frowned again and decided that the matter of clothing was what first needed addressed. Not that she was overly shy about nudity, considering how frequently Greeks had taken to communal bathing and other assorted activities, but she was cold and the towel wasn't going to cut it for sleep. "What I wear?"

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Garrison put the book aside now, Garrison looked over towards the woman who seemed to have had a terrible time in the shower. It seemed like she had no clue how those things worked and had too much pride to even ask for help. It made the man chuckle to himself. It was like the gods to be too prideful, and that's why they all fell. Strength was one thing, but if you had no clue of one's weakness all the strength in the universe would not help you. Garrison, got off the bed now, opening the closet door.

The safehouses that he used were meant to be long-term places to live, having plenty of supplies just in case the man needed to hide out for longer periods of time. It was comfortable, and the people who maintained the place had kept it stocked with the latest technologies, clothing, and even appliances. He wasn't going to be bored here, and knew that she would need somewhere to go as well. Seeing as she was struggling with where to go, and how to find her way back to her own place. She would need help, and she would have to ask him for it.

"In here. There are plenty of clothes for a woman. See if they fit you. I'm sure you don't want me to choose now, do you?"

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Why were there clothes for a woman in his room? Scratch that, it didn't really matter why there were women's clothes in his room. So long as she was able to find something that fit her and was comfortable, she could deal with it without a need for further explanation. Well, granted the clothes weren't pink and frilly, fit for a princess or some other type of royalty.

"I not here to entertain you. Will pick own clothes." While Keres wasn't glowering or growling at him over the comment that was likely another jest at her expense, the goddess did give him a sideways glance as she sauntered across the room and peered into the closet. It was larger than she had expected when he opened the door, although she wasn't entirely sure what to expect from the world in this day. The closet in the temporary home her family had thrown her into had been almost nonexistent, but the stores she had passed while hunting new prey had been filled with glass displays of clothing as far as the eye could see. It was either all or nothing with humans, wasn't it?

After another brief backward glance to see what the vampire was up to behind her, Keres stepped into the closet and began to sift through the clothing. She didn't need a dress or anything like it, so that automatically took a portion of the clothing out of the equation. She definitely didn't want anything pink or frilly, and she wasn't overly fond of bright colors either. In fact, it took several minutes of digging around and flinging clothing on the floor before she finally found something suitable in the form of an expensive pair of black sweatpants and a matching black tank top. Hell, good enough for her. "Too much royal feel in there."

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Garrison didn't mind, he would let her go along and do what she thought would be best. He knew better than to argue with gods, he knew he would lose if it came to a contest of blows, but he would never let it get there if he had the option. No, he was an assassin, he knew how to wear down people's mental defenses to leave them vulnerable to his charms. Even the gods were vulnerable to him, he would just have to be patient with her, and he knew he would get what in the end. "Royal? Well, that's a strange one. This is just a safehouse for the coven. We have a certain look, but I wouldn't say its royal."

Hell for as long as she had been under, maybe she didn't know that the days of Kings and Queens had largely ended for a good amount of time now. More hints about her, even just getting little bits of information would help him out greatly. He sighed though, seeing as she had through most of the clothes, and had made a mess of the clothes she didn't like. Well, it was a problem for the maid when she came in the morning, not for him to clean up and tell her off about. It wouldn't help his cause at this point. "It's good to have outfits for any situation, that's why we have so many... no matter."

He paused for a moment before looking over to the bed, it had been a long day, and maybe it was best for them to get some rest. "Look I'm sure this new world is... confusing for you to come back to, if you like. I can go over the changes with you. But that'll have to wait until the morning. I'm quite tired."


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If he were to get even harder Tyler feared that he was going to faint from the lack of blood going to his brain. That was a pleasant sensation, one that he had never experienced with anyone before. Bree was so hot and her handling his meat... Tyler was getting worried that he was going to cum prematurely. That would be embarrassing. He had managed to hold it thus far and to fall short... But who could blame him? Bree was gorgeous, smart and funny! And he did not want to blow it!

"Holding me there..." he managed to say between catching his breath "Reminds me of a stupid joke." Tyler chuckled "Of how you should not talk sports or politics with the barber..." he chuckled again.

He winced slightly, Tyler was barely holding it, the precum glistening on the tip of the head. His knees weakening a bit. "Not sure, I can hold it..." he grunted and grinned apologetically. "Le-et's do it together..." he breathed as his breathing picked up speed. Tyler started to fear that he might not be able to perform if she kept it up as there won't be any juice left in him.

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Bree's hand around Tyler's neck was grasping now, slipping into his hair, not pulling it, but gripping there, her fingers feeling as if they needed, wanted every bit more of him she could claim. Her hand stroking their cocks was getting slick and wet, as were the cocks she stroked and rubbed along and together, both of them now a mess of thin, slippery and copious pre-cum that was coating and intermixing between his and her cock flesh and the hand that adjusted so that her girl cock was beneath his own, the sensitive underside of Tyler's cock pressed wet and hard against the top of her own smoother cock as Bree's hips began to join her hand in stroking and pressing back and forth.

"Just... just the first, j-j-just let me make you cum, please... y-y-yess, together," Bree gasped as the head of her cock was pressing into Tyler's balls, not in a hard way that was painful, though how sensitive he was she couldn't know, but with her hips moving now, it was a bit like they were dancing and a whole lot like they were erotically fucking. She mentally groaned at the thought of his cock being atop her own, even though she was the one leading the way, Bree craved being topped by Tyler, of being his, of him wanting her in every way. She knew she was different, that he was shy, but there was chemistry, and it was cute and sexy and romantic and he was opening up and...

"I'm... I'm gonna cum, Tyler! Tell me to cum for you, tell me I'm your girl and you want me to... toooooh, please..." Bree gasped and her body, her cock and hips, her hands, each one gripping a different head as she pleaded, begged, loved being told when to cum, craved being asked to cum and her own balls tightened with the thought of the beautiful mess they would make of each other and somehow squirting her own cum against and into his balls just seemed like... like she didn't know, she had never done that before, never done what they were doing just then before. It was Tyler, he was so handsome, his cock was handsome and the way he looked at her and made her melt and hard all at once, she just gasped and moaned in short, panting breaths, holding back all she could but so ready, so wanting him to claim her as his with his voice just a little bit.

She didn't know Tyler was worried, Bree was lost in him, lost in the moment, and had she known his worries, he would be shocked to see in her mind the opposite. His first orgasm was going to be amazing as it spilled all over her, and he would be drained as would she, but all the better. Once they recovered, and they had a full night together and a room all their own... she knew then he would past longer and they could try things that right now, both were too aroused, too excited and ready to orgasm to even begin to try. Bree wanted him in bed, inside her body, but that was a fantasy for then, and she was living and breathing hard and cock fucking her new boyfriend as he did the same to her. Shy or not, just the right word from him, really almost any word at that point, and Bree would lose all control and spill her own climax against his sexy body.

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The wet sounds of her stroking the pre-cum coated cocks, along with their breathing and moaning excited Tyler even more. He had gotten handjobs before, but never one like this. Feeling Bree's penis touching his made it even more arousing in his mind.

He nodded to Bree's plea, Tyler could not speak at that moment, the way she stroke him, the touch of her hand, the touch of the lower head on his balls made him want to explode. The warm and sticky fluids were building up and were ready to be shot out. The pressure in the shaft made him afraid that he was going to burst. Another consideration was that he did not want to shoot out all of his love seed just now... he needed to keep at least some of his strength for the rest of the night.

One thing was for sure, Bree was unlike any of the girls he had been with before. She was smart, funny and sexy... And if the handjob was any indication, she must also be great in bed. All in all, she was an unicorn!

"Cuuum..." was all he could muster, Tyler could only speak in simple sentences, in a sense he was turning into a Neanderthal who could only make two or three word sentences. Well, if the cartoons were to be believed. "For me-e..." he managed to add "My... fairrr... lady..." the last part required a bit more brainpower, but he managed to say it. It took him a lot of willpower to hold it, after all... ladies first. Hopefully she would not make him wait for too long for the relief...

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Tyler had barely gotten out the first syllable or two as Bree felt herself losing the already thin thread of control that she was clinging too and she leaned her head in close, kissing and breathing and moaning warmly, softly, almost mewling like a sexy kitten against his collar bone and breathily repeating his name as she felt her entire being tighten and moments later the warm rush and then dripping splash of her own release and cum spurting and flowing against Tyler's sack as he called her his lady and that feeling and those words claimed her in ways she never knew anyone could. She was making a happy, wonderful, warm and very wet mess of herself against and pressed into his body as much as anyone could without being truly inside of his body, her cockhead not slippery and her hands stroking both shafts becoming that way too.

"Don't hold back, pleeeease..." Bree groaned, deeper toned and more needful this time in her voice as her hand gave up on being able to stroke both her still pulsing and creaming cock and his any longer, and instead her fingers wrapped wet, warm and sexily wicked around his full length and stroked and jerked her new boyfriend's cock with all of the sensual purpose and desire she could manage, given the slickened nature of her grip, though in some ways she liked that slick, wet grip she had upon his long and steely cock and hoped he did too.

"Make a mess of me, pretty please, Tyler?" Bree urged him and as she felt his cock begin to do just that, her body, neither slowly or rapidly, but somehow just at a speed and rhythm that felt right, slid downwards so that his creamy release soaked first her pelvis and cock, cumming on her cock was amazing, and then up along her taut belly, between her softly undulating and swaying breasts and at last as she continued to stroke and drain every spurt, rivulet and drop of his release and urge out as much more a she could, the tip of his creaming cock tipped and flicked over her chin, spilling a fair bit down the front of her throat.

As her eyes opened more fully and looked up to him, those sexy dark, doe eyes both gorgeous innocence and naughty decadence all at once, her mouth opened, those soft lips he had kissed so many times parted and wrapped around his hypersensitive glans and though he could not see it as her lips closed upon and claimed him several inches deep, he could feel her pretty pink tongue washing and lashing over and around his fleshy cockhead and her cheeks hollowed as he felt the firm, but not too hard or rough suckling as the dark haired and delightfully messy brunette beauty tasted his seed and swallowed every of the last streams and droplets of it after savoring their flavor in the process. The soft, sexy vibrato hum of her sexy, filled mouth moan no doubt adding an extra layer of pleasure atop all of the rest.

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The sounds she made as she reached her climax made him cum as well. This was the most amazing orgasm he has had in quite a while and he had not inserted his penis anywhere! The whole thing made him giddy in anticipation for the next step. She was going to drain his balls if they kept it up like that.

He could sense the warm and sticky release coming from his meat. It gave Tyler the release he so desperately needed. A shiver passed through his spine at the whole sensation. Tyler looked down at what Bree was doing and seeing his cum cover her penis and her belly made him shiver from pleasure again. His knees were getting weaker as she kept on draining him.

Ironically at that moment he had decided that she was the one. Admittedly he was still thinking with the 'lower head', but there was nothing else he could ask of her. "You turned my knees into butter." he managed to say at last and chuckled breathlessly. "May need to lie down." he winked, hopefully she would catch on wondering what else was there that she could offer, given that she was full of surprises.

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Bree was lost for a moment in the heat and passion and deliciously messy nature of the moment and pretty happily amazed at how much Tyler came, far more than she had, and it felt, and tasted, like a compliment to how much he enjoyed her company and how just plain hot this night was getting. Licking a bit of his cum from her lips and absently running her fingers up her abdomen and then licking them clean as well, Bree looked like the ultimate seductress, the sexy show she seemed to be putting on was just her nature and she, shyly, knew that she really enjoyed tasting a man's cum, especially Tyler's as it was creamy and not all funky. Someone once told her or she read somewhere that the taste was affected by what the man ate, his diet and so when he mentioned his knees turning to butter she grinned and laughed softly,

"Butter and cream, gods, that was such a cheesy thing for me to say... oops, now it sounds like I have a dairy fetish," she joked and pressed up on her toes, her lips licked clean but no doubt still tasting a bit of him, and kissed Tyler warmly, "I really, really like you, if you hadn't figure that out yet. I'm a messy kind of girl when I play, always was... um, wait here before you collapse, please?" she asked in that way she knew was irresistible, then with another peck of a kiss she was off to the bathroom for a few moments water running, before she returned with a towel and a washcloth, the latter wet with warm water.

Taking the washcloth to Tyler first, she carefully cleaned up the messiness they had both caused and released, right down to cleaning his cock and balls as well as the places where her cum had leaked down his legs, then handed him the towel to dry off a bit as she cleaned herself from chin on down from what was left of Tyler's yummy explosion. When that was done and he was dry, Bree playfully tugged him towards the bed and pushed him into it as she dried off her own body, one full of gorgeous curves, her playfully sexy and pretty smile and her cock which was soft for now, but still pretty in its girlish way.

Finally hopping into bed with him once he gave her room, Bree laid on her back next to Tyler and kissed his shoulder, "That was pretty incredible, you took my breath away, Tyler... if you like, I... I have very pretty boobs, don't I?" she asked, not wanting to be pushy or hurried, but men and women usually went crazy over her pert, full breasts and Bree really liked that, a lot, "They like being the center of attention, whatever those attentions might be," she said in a soft, sweet, inviting whisper and bit her lip as she looked over to Tyler and her hand closest to him interlaced with his own in a way that was romantic and sweet in its own right.

The night was pretty amazing, because he was, and the ways Tyler looked at her and responded to her were admiring, sexy without being pervy, and for someone that had never been with a trans-girl before, he only seemed to see her for who she was and that had her heart beating and tummy fluttering very happily because of him.

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It seems not having sex in a while and more or less abstaining from masturbation produced a nice result. Added to it was the hotness of the whole thing that had just happened. Bree was able to squeeze a lot out of Tyler. This was going to be quite fun! His cock was semi flaccid, which gave him hope that he would be able to perform again, though Tyler doubted he would do it more than once. There was a thought somewhere at the back of his mind. There was a sudden image of her doing the same thing to him as the one he imagined doing to her.

There was a sudden twitch from his cock. It seems, the lower 'head' liked the idea. Tyler chuckled at her remarks as to being a messy kind of girl "I don't mind..." he managed to smirk "But if I keep looking at you I don't think my knees would be able to hold me for too long." he chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

Once they were clean enough they laid in bed. "I..." he started and blushed "Y-yeah, they are gorgeous." he grinned, embarrassed that he had not given them proper attention. "I think it would be easy for me to get better access to them if you straddle me." Tyler smirked. "Unless you prefer me on top?" he turned his head to look at her eyes.

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"Oh, I am greedy girl, Tyler, I want both, in time," Bree said with a teasing grin and moved in the bed to half straddle him. She moved up in the bed, propping her upper body up and swinging one of her long legs completely across his body just above his hips. Bree's pert, full breasts swayed and hung heavily from her chest just above his face and chin, with plenty of room for his hands to touch, claim and play even as she purposely shimmied her shoulders a bit to make them sway and tantalize his attentions even more.

"Will this work, Lover?" she asked even as her left hand and elbow supported her upper body as she offered herself to his desires and stoked those desires as well, while her right hand reached down past where her right leg covered and claimed Tyler's torse and her fingers began to play with his cock, "Hmm, I think he likes me, I think he likes me a lot," Bree said with a smile that was sexy, sweet and mischievous in a sexy way all at the same time.

Her fingers played with his cock, exploring his semi-flaccid length and slowly, deftly and with more than a bit of focused enthusiasm began tugging and stroking him back to hardness and his full, yummy length, "I suppose since I want to straddle you and to feel you on top of me, you know that I want your dick inside of me, Tyler, you have a gorgeous dick, prettiest I have ever seen, and its not like I don't have quite the pretty one of my own," she said, her voice naturally a little husky and honeyed with a slowly rising desire.

"Do you think, want mine inside you?" Bree asked, not pressuring, a true tone and strong element of curiosity in her voice, "In your mouth like I have tasted you or in your ass like we both know you are going to take mine? You don't have to answer, I know it is different than other girls, but you seem to like my different and, you know, I like the way you like me," she said with a deep red blush coloring her cheeks and even a bit of her lovely chest that was the center of his attentions in that moment. Somehow it felt like a good time to raise the possibilities, not to hurry or worry Tyler, just to open the possibilities Bree thought he might like, and she knew she wanted, to explore.

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Tyler chuckled at the greedy girl part, he could tell and he did not mind. "And I am a generous guy." he smirked as he observed her movements. She was so hot and she could tell that he liked the sight of her as his meat was getting hard again.

Tyler licked his lips "They are magnificent." he almost cringed, Tyler has always been bad with words. Especially when excited or nervous. "Oh, he definitely does like you." he chuckled and lifted his head a bit to kiss her between her breasts. "Try not to milk me too much." he murmured between kisses as his lips moved over the curvature towards the areolas.

"I do..." he whispered, it was not only because he felt fair that she too would stick it in him, but he has been curious about the sensation as well, and what best way to experience it with someone like Bree? She seemed like the right size as to bring him pleasure.

Tyler reached for her right breast and cupped it while his thumb and index finger squeezed the nipple playing with it, and his mouth found the left one wrapping the lips around it and suckling it gently.

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"Mmmhhmm, you spoil me, which is exactly what my greedy self wants, needs... loves," Bree purred as he took his time, making Tyler's touches with his hands and mouth upon her breasts and nipples feel all the more sensual and erotic and romantic in a way, that and his words that offered himself as fully to her as she was giving herself to him. "Not too fast?" Bree teased and her grasp on Tyler's cock stroked him quick and sexily sure for a few moments, then slowed into something more pleasing in a way that would not bring him to orgasm, after all, it wasn't all about the end, the climax, now was it, "And not so slow that I don't keep you standing at attention, and him too," she grinned and leant down, depriving her lover of her breast for a moment to instead cover her lips in her pleasingly playful and deep kiss.

When the kiss parted, Bree slipped her body to straddle Tyler more fully, legs spread across his body and her knees pressing into the bed on each side of her as she sat back and tucked his nice, long, hard dick between her rear cheeks, not being penetrated or even trying for that yet, but pressing his length along the clefted length of her ass as she sat atop him and her hands filled themselves with her full, beautiful breasts and played with them herself, mounds and nipples, teasing him incredibly, though of course nothing was stopping or even discouraging Tyler from sitting up a bit himself and taking what he wanted... not as she did all that she knew to do to make him want her more than ever.

"We have the night, and the morning... I normally wake up hard and horny, tomorrow I just cannot imagine how much so that will be, Tyler, so tomorrow I take you in every way a man can be taken, balls deep for breakfast," she said like an outright vixen, then giggled, "Good gods you make me feel like your special girl and your wanton woman all at once, you take my breath away, Milord," Bree purred and began sliding her body across his at the hips, teasing his cock, pleasing and teasing it both as her own bobbed against Tyler's belly and rubbed warm, aroused and fleshy there too, "Are you going to fuck me tonight, Milord Tyler, take your lady and make her scream as you fill her so deep... so full... so yours?" she enchanted and tantalized and was getting more and more aroused. They would need some lubrication, the hotel room had lotions of course, not meant precisely for that, but useful nonetheless, and, of course, there were more natural ways.

"Tell me, show me, what... you... want, please, Baby..." Bree's voice huskier than usual, needful, wanting, but not impatient or hurried either, after all, they had all night and more together.

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"So, I will have to keep giving then." he smirked as he pulled away from her nice curvy breast and grinned. "I hope that I will be up to the task." Tyler blushed slightly, he had never been with anyone like Bree and he loved her for it. Yes, despite having met her a few hours ago he was falling for her and he could see himself spending more time with her.

Tyler almost winced when she stroked him faster. If she kept it going like that she was going to drain his balls of all his seed. Then she slowed it down a bit and he could relax. "Oh it is hard not to stand in attention." Tyler chuckled softly. "He had been like that all evening." He bit his lip "He has a good taste it seems." he smirked.

Bree was an incorrigible tease it seems! Her placing his cock between her ass cheeks and not allowing him to penetrate drove him to the edge again. He was not sure what to do. She did not allow for him to maintain his ability to think. Maybe that was the whole point? Maybe he had to turn on the animal in him and just take what he wanted? At that moment he wanted her badly.

His eyes widened at her mentioning that she was going to stick it balls deep in him. Normally he would have hesitated if it came from another... but the idea that Bree was the one who would do it... that made it exciting and he was okay with it. "Am looking forward to having you in me." Tyler smiled softly. "But that is for the morning..." the smile turned into a smirk "Tonight you are mine." He almost growled. "So let's lubricate him and allow him to enter..."

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"I want to be yours tonight, tomorrow, as long as you will, hmmmm, have me," Bree grinned back as she felt Tyler grow hungry and impatient even as she straddled him at the moment. Her hips pressed back and forth a bit more, her ass teasing and pleasing his hard cock in ways she was sure no other woman ever had the creativity to match, then slipped up and off of his hips even as her hand pressed to his shoulders for leverage to do so and with him momentarily pinned to the pillow she pressed a playful, delicious kiss to his lips, "I'll be right back, don't go, or cum, anywhere until I get back," she giggled as the kiss ended and in a moment she was scurrying across the half of the bed that was still empty and over to the bathroom, reaching in and showing off her bouncing breasts and cute ass as she moved to grab the thick, slippery lotion the Hotel supplied and that would be their lube for the night.

Turning back towards the bed, her pretty, and bobbing girl cock hung between Bree's long legs, like a creature of erotic legend come to life, but so very real and pretty and sweetly sexy too. She opened the sizable tube, a cheaper hotel would never have supplied so much, and filled the fingers of her left hand with the fragrant creaminess of the lotion, then lifted one leg up to place her knee on the foot of the bed and tossed the tube, with the lid shut of course, to Tyler.

"Get him ready and able, please," she teased and eyed his cock, then blew Tyler a kiss before biting her lower lip and bending in a way that allowed Bree to reach beneath her legs and press the large dollop of lubricating cream around her entire tight pucker, and then one... two... and finally a third finger within it, lubing and stretching her taut rear entrance so that when Tyler took her it would still stretch and even hurt a bit for a moment, but just a long and lovely moment until she was used to his size and invited his depth. It took a few minutes and more than a few gasps and groans of self-pleasure and pressure until Bree felt completely ready, wanting this to be so right, sexy, positive for Tyler as he claimed her and did things with Bree that were new and arousing to him.

"Mmm, hey handsome, I'm ready to allow entry into my... gawd, I make the worst jokes at the worst time," she laughed at herself and her silliness even in the midst of her own heated arousal, "I am ready for you Tyler... riding you the first time is not the best idea, I want you to have more control, to make me yours... from behind, on top of me, tell me what you want, Baby, better yet, show me, please?" she asked and batted her eyelashes as she also squeezed her breast and did everything possible to be as seductive and desirable as possible. He could take here there, bend her over the bed, or draw Bree into the bed to take her from behind or on top and from the front, and those possibilities were all his to claim and make his own, as was she.