Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... putting into that smart, professional skirt and blouse she'd very obviously taken great care in picking out for the meeting. The one that screamed, 'I'm dead serious.'

After yet another long second of staring at the woman, Bash finally acknowledged Jillian's presence. "Jelly..." For some reason, hearing that silly nickname made Tami almost choke. "...could you please give your mother and me some privacy?" He glanced at the heavily-breathing woman who was completely lost at sea in front of him. "We have a lot to talk about, and you... um... you're better off not hearing it." He held up a hand to forestall her, already knowing what she'd say. "Yet. I swear... you won't be in the dark forever."

Jillian was torn. She trusted Bash, but this was killing her. How did they know each other?When did they know each other? Nearly twelve years of her going to the academy without a meeting like this answered some of that... and birthed about a zillion new questions to go along with it. In the end, though, the teenager recognized that she couldn't be told anything until there was something to be told. Which was what Bash and her mom were about to figure out.

Somehow.

With more of that same trust, and a whole shit-ton of anxiety, Jillian just nodded and got up. She cast one look back at the frigid room, and, just before she closed the door behind her, she took a last glance at her mom, and realized that the woman had forgotten she'd even been in the room.

That really did ...

... nothing to help the anxiety.

__________

Tami didn't even know she'd bitten Bastian on his huge shoulder until she heard the grunt of pain roll out of his throat... then the grunt of satisfaction rattle from hers as he lifted one of her thighs--exposed under her smart, bunched-up little skirt--and finished slamming his cock into her all the way to the hilt. The brick wall of his office was rough on her back, so she was rough on his; raking her nails in a wide swath across the bunching muscles there. Even over his shirt--opened so she could feel his chest on her, but not discarded--she knew she'd left a mark. Good. It was a drop in the ocean compared to the mark he'd left on her so many years ago.

"Ungh, ungh... godddd...." Tami moaned as she felt the first rush of climax building. Bash felt it too--her gushing, contracting channel made sure of that--and, with a growl, he clasped her other thigh and lifted her bodily off the floor. Reflexively, she squeezed his waist and crossed her feet at the ankles, her curled toes bobbing to match the pistoning ass beneath them. "Fuuucckk!" Tami moaned as the tremors rattled her bones, and Bastian emptied himself into her in a way that brought a rush of memories through every inch of her flesh.

Memories that he was sharing with her. She knew that immediately when, with a kind of sweet incongruity, her lover gently carried her over to his desk, swept aside the detritus there, and laid her down so he could look into her eyes, all while ...