San Francisco Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – San Francisco Pt. 02 by Erolove,Erolove San Francisco – Part 2

Disclaimer: Like I have already told you in Part one, this is inspired by the gorgeous couple next door. I later learned that they were cousins. We have become friends and confidantes. Their relationship may be considered taboo but there is a beautiful love story in there that has captivated my wife and I. Just like them, we too believe that they belong together. Fuck society!

I have included elements of that and made it a love story – complete with relevant mushy dialogues and situations/settings – intermeshed with erotica that appeals to my kinks – incest, lesbianism and harem/throuple – and that of many readers here. If that is not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere and please don’t burden me with judgmental comments and bad ratings. I have started to care about ratings because it enables a bigger reach and I want my story to be read and enjoyed by like minded individuals. I am sure some will like it.

Again a big shout out to Darth_Aussie, whose writings have been my inspiration for going ahead with this story. Mate! I learnt a lot from you and for that I am very grateful. I have also borrowed certain elements from your magnificent stories.

Chapter 4 – The Boss lady

I walked into the courtroom and took a seat in the back with a great view of the entire room. I marveled at how wonderful it looked and how well maintained it was. Courtrooms were neat and swanky in real life, not just on TV shows or movies. I was there early to ensure that I would have my choice of seats without being forced to take a seat in an awkward location. I wanted to observe Greta, the lawyer, in action and wanted to see, at first hand, the litigation skills that had made her a partner in her firm at a very young age. This case was a particularly difficult one involving a financial company that has been accused of money laundering and she was their lead counsel. As I got busy immersing myself in my new job, which I had accepted a week into my stay in San Francisco, Greta had received this career making case and had started to prepare for it. It kept her very busy but we had still ensured that we had reserved enough time for each other. We were like horny teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. I have realized – much to my amusement – that men aren’t the only horny ones, women can be insatiable as well. It was working out well for us.

The courtroom soon started to fill up and I was surprised by the size of the crowd because it was just the opening day of the hearing. I had expected a relatively empty court today but I guess it was generating enough buzz in legal circles to attract a serious audience. But I wasn’t there for the law. I was there to see this fantastic girl I was seeing and nothing else mattered. I was soon surrounded by lots of people and I could see that some of them were reporters. And soon after, Greta and her team walked past my row along with the defendants. Looking at the sheer number of lawyers there, I guessed that the company under indictment was pulling at all stops to get a favorable verdict. Expensive lawyers and the whole nine yards.

We all stood up when the judge was announced and the proceedings started. Greta rose from her seat when her turn arrived and started to speak at length about the various aspects of the case. Jury selection had been accomplished last week, a tiresome process especially when 367 potential jurors were summoned. But I wasn’t listening to any of that, I was here to observe the object of my affections walk around seductively – at least in my eyes – making various points with the jury. She was wearing this grayish black pantsuit that clung to her and pronounced her curves and stilettos that made her look very tall. She was 5ft 8in and the stilettos made her look around 6ft. I looked around to see that the entire courtroom was listening to her with rapt attention and their eyes followed her around, everywhere she went. She totally commanded the room and everyone was feeding off her hands. Even the judge listened to her with obvious admiration. I felt proud.

After an hour I left for work. I had work to do myself and I had achieved what I had come to do. I had wanted to observe her in her element. She totally rocked the court – exactly like those extremely attractive ladies from The Practice. Her confidence reminded me of ADA Casey Novak from Law and Order played by the beautiful Dianne Neal – and I found that extremely attractive and couldn’t wait to go home and wait for her arrival and let her know how much I loved her. Like I have been doing ever since I moved to the Golden Gate city.

During lunch, my mind wandered and I kept thinking about her. I was struck with something that I couldn’t get out of my head. I observed how much command she had over everything she did and how people were so deferential to her. I saw that in the court and I had seen that during my visits to her office. She had her own office and as a partner she had a secretary and a number of paralegals who did her bidding. Usually my visits were at the end of day – lasting for a few minutes – where I would wait for her to emerge and we drove home together or went out for dinner or caught a movie or had a night out at the opera. She hadn’t bothered to introduce me to her colleagues and staff and I liked it that way. Most were too scared of her to ask and to those who did, I was a friend. We preferred it that way because it was convenient as we had totally started to behave and live like a couple.

One day I had arrived to take her out for an impromptu lunch and I waited in her office seated in front of her while she finished up some tasks and I got to see another aspect of my beloved. She spoke to me in a demure and affectionate manner like she always did but another personality emerged whenever she was dealing with her colleagues and staff. She was authoritative, forceful and she commanded/demanded respect. I was mesmerized by the two personalities. Then it dawned on me that she was a submissive at home and an alpha at work. She was a bunny rabbit with me and a wolf to the rest of the world. That fact turned me on further. She let me take charge both at home and when we were out and most definitely when we made love. Mel and Greta were very close – wink wink – and I wondered who was the alpha in that equation. I wanted to know for sure if she let me be the alpha or was she curbing her true nature when she was with me. I will speak with her about that. The idea of boss lady Greta turned me on very much.

Greta had told me that she would be arriving later than usual as she will be deposing witnesses after court was adjourned. So I drove home early and got started on dinner. Prepped and put three steaks in the oven. An extra one, if either of us felt the need for more. I also made a salad and baked some potatoes. Greta was a frugal eater. That and her exercise regimen helped keep her body like that of a twenty year old. She had taken over my food and made me eat healthy stuff. She did let me indulge myself every once in a while but worked my ass off the next day. I had also picked up a wine she liked on the way home. I kept that on ice and eagerly waited for her arrival. I had planned some amorous surprises before dinner. I never let her have the opportunity to say no to those.

While I waited for her to arrive back from work, my mind drifted and soon I was reminiscing about the events of the past few months. How fast the whole thing with Greta had unfolded beggars belief. From a hopeless ‘never gonna happen’ situation to ‘I can’t stay away from you’. I scarcely could believe my luck that she is with me now. I kept thinking of ways of describing our situation and expressing those feelings. As a way of passing time I decided to list them down on my phone – maybe like a teenage girl – but I don’t care if anyone judges me. A very few people could compete with my situation in terms of hopelessness. Especially when you are pinning your lifelong happiness on a taboo relationship with obstacles seen in every direction. Here’s how it goes starting with the first entry:

I am with her. Yay!We are together now. For all my life, I had thought that impossible.We are a couple. I got great joy when I could use the word ‘couple’ to describe us.When I leave work and I drive home to her and she does the same for me. I can’t wait to get home and be in her arms. I believe she does the same. I know! Because she told me. No after office hijinks for us.I find it excruciatingly painful when I am not with her.When she smiles and everything seems better. If I had a shitty day at work, I see her smile, it all magically goes away.A look from her gives me butterflies in my stomach. I had spent my entire youth and adult life with butterflies in my stomach when I was around her.She walks past me and I sniff the air to smell her. The Greta smell!We go to a movie, I only watch her in the dark of the theater. I have memorized her facial expressions that come with various emotions she experiences while watching the movie. After she found out that I do that, she started to look at me and gave me this shy smile when our eyes met. I fell in love all over again.I smell her hair when she rests her head against my shoulder. I do it every time and I never tire of it. It’s my happy place.I love holding her hand in public. And she loves it too. She started it and now I am hooked.I love that she wraps her arms around my waist when we go out and when we walk. I literally love her warmth – her body heat.So many places to sit at our place but she always parks herself on my lap. And I wrap my arms around her waist. It reassures me that this isn’t just a cruel dream. It is real and she is real.She loves eating from my plate. I always serve enough to feed us both.She sometimes goes out of the house wearing my stuff. Really turns me on. Yesterday, she went to the salon to get her hair done wearing a skin tight slack that clung to her like it was painted on her and she matched it with one of my tees. I went with her as she had booked a pedicure for me, as well. Both sexes checked her out.She has stopped wearing clothes at home knowing I enjoy seeing her naked. I keep the apartment very warm so that she doesn’t catch a cold to satisfy my voyeuristic needs. LOL.I can’t sleep without clinging to each other in bed. We mostly spoon and again, the smell of her hair is my sleep drug.She has a cute snore and I can’t fall asleep without hearing it. I ensure that she sleeps before me. I usually fall asleep soon after.I love watching her sleep. I wake up before her to watch her sleep for a few minutes before I wake her. It soothes me so much. She looks so serene and angelic.I love her smile when she sees me once she has woken up. It makes my morning. Gives me a spring in my step.I used to love going to work but hate it now because I miss her – sounds childish? Agree! But I can’t help it. I love that I look forward to the day being over and I can go to see her.She takes an eternity to get ready for an outing but she starts early so that I don’t have to wait for her. She knows and understands my need for punctuality. Gotta love a woman who is on time. Extremely sweet of her.She goes out of the way to accommodate my needs and spoils me and I do the same for her. I love it that we haven’t had fights or disagreements and that is because we kind of think alike and accept each other’s opinion.I love her goofy smile when I pamper her.When I see anything that I think she would like, on a shop window, I buy and take it home. And she cries when I surprise her with it. Every time! I love that it means so much to her.She is very sentimental. I love that. I cry during romcoms. So does she.I love her on stilettos. I love to see her walk in them. She wears them at home sometimes to get me in the mood. As if I am ever..not in the mood.I talk to my mother infrequently but she speaks with her (my mom) everyday. I get the feeling she speaks to her more after we started to see each other. I think she seeks to be on her good side for the moment my mom finds out about us. It’s Greta’s way of apologizing to my mom for sleeping with her son. I get a huge kick out of it.I mentioned this to Greta, in jest and she admitted that she is terrified of the day. She was mad when I laughed. She glared at me and said “That’s the only mother I’ve got. And I am fucking her only son. I am terrified of how she will react when she finds out. I can’t lose her.” I understood her problem but I genuinely feel that mom loves her more than she loves Mel and I. We’re both very okay with that. Gretz deserves it. She is an angel. Mel and I were a pain. Not denying that. LOL!But I didn’t care. I was ready to be an outcast in my family to be with Greta. I am sure our parents would not be accepting but I was confident Mel would approve. Greta hasn’t told me yet – maybe she doesn’t know – but I get the feeling Mel pulled strings to get us together. I have to properly thank that girl one of these days. I will get the opportunity soon when she visits.I heard the key turning and she walked wearing the same pantsuit she had worn in court. I was monitoring the CCTV of the garage waiting for her to arrive but had missed it as I was in a different universe altogether.

Her arrival took me by surprise but I shook myself off my reverie and was on her as soon as she had closed the door behind her and put her stuff down. She saw me coming at her and greeted me with one of her beautiful smiles but I grabbed her waist and I pushed her against the wall beside the door. I took both her arms and held them together against the wall over her head. At first she looked confused but she quickly caught on – we share a near telepathic understanding of each other – and looked at me with eyes filled with lust, biting her lower lips and got half a sigh out before my lips locked on to hers. She sighed into my mouth as she forced her tongue into my mouth. While our tongues battled each other inside our mouths, my other hand was unfastening her suit buttons and then the buttons of the shirt she wore underneath. I could feel her chest exposed when my hand could touch the underwire of her bra. I pushed them off her breasts, freeing them from the tight confine and I could then touch the silky skin of her perky boobs. I freed myself from her hungry mouth – to her disappointment – and lowered my head and took one of her nipples in my mouth causing her to moan loudly into my ears. Meanwhile my other hand was unfastening her belt and her trouser button. While I sucked her right boob, I had also managed to unzip and loosen her pants. I decided to shift my mouth to her left nipple and she squirmed with pleasure and pushed her chest into my face by arching her back. I caught hold of the rim of both her pants and her panties pulled them down together exposing her beautiful bald pussy on display.

She had once confessed to me how much she had spent on lasering the hair off to get a permanent bald look. The sheer buttery smoothness gave me so much pleasure when I gave her head that I offered – in jest – to pay her back because I felt it was worth every penny. She giggled and asked me to repay the favor by getting a laser myself. I told her I would think about it and she kept asking but I kept chickening out.

And all this time my right arm was holding both her wrists against the wall over her head.

I turned her around and pushed her face and chest against the wall. She screamed loudly in surprise and giggled once she felt the coldness of the wall. I used my fingers to pull both the jacket and the shirt off in one swift move. I unhooked her bra and pulled it off her. She was now standing naked against the wall with her trousers and panties bunched around her feet. I stood behind her and softly pressed my hardness against her bare ass and pulled her towards me until her head rested against left shoulder. I took a deep breath and smelled her hair – a fetish of mine when it came to her. It was my favorite smell in the whole world. My Greta smell. I grabbed both her breasts with both hands from behind and squeezed them hard. She moaned loudly and I could feel she was very aroused, by the sheer stiffness of her nipples. I took my mouth to her ear and whispered those three words I loved saying to her.

“I love you.”

She moaned and mumbled the same back to me. I let her go, turned her around and pushed her against the wall with her back resting against it. I knelt in front of her and removed her stilettos and trousers/panties while I looked her in the eyes. She was biting into her lower lip in anticipation of my next move. I looked straight and my eyes rested on her smooth pussy lips. Her pussy lips had flared in arousal and were glistening with her dripping liquid. I looked back into her eyes and saw the eagerness in there. I crept forward and pulled her right leg over my shoulder and swiftly moved my head and attached my lips onto her flared and throbbing clitoris. She screamed in pleasure and thrust her pelvis forward against my face and mumbled swear words. I liked when she talked dirty. I used both hands to hold her hips and keep her steady while I went to work on her juicy pussy. I licked and I sucked very hard. I used my years of experience of cunnilingus to bring her to an explosive orgasm. I had mentioned before that my Greta was a squirter and she wet my face and her juices were now dripping down my chest. Once it subsided, her orgasm had turned her into jelly and consequently her legs were wobbly and so I held her upright.

I was very satisfied that she was moist and ready for the next part of my plan. I wanted to drill her until the neighbors called the police to save her from me. My erection was already attempting to drill itself out of the shorts I was wearing and my animal instinct always took over during our love making sessions and I usually became quite rough. Greta always took it with a smile and gave back as good as she got it. Not once did she complain and her enthusiastic participation always heightened my pleasure.

I cleanly lifted her up and threw her over my shoulders and carried her to the couch in the living room. I had taken the precaution of draping a fresh sheet over it in light of what we had done to the couch at the beginning of our relationship.

We couldn’t get it cleaned so we had to get it upholstered in a dark brown to prevent future damage from stains.

I dumped her unceremoniously on the couch where she landed on her back and quietly laid there with her legs invitingly parted. I pulled my shorts down, stepped out of it and stood naked in front of her. She looked hungrily at my erection as soon as it sprang free from its confinement and smacked against my belly. I had kept the room semi dark and had lit several candles and placed them in strategic locations. Her naked body was bathed in the warm yellow glow of the candle light and she looked so beautiful that it made me want to take my boss lady really hard. Greta must have sensed my lust and playfully crawled away from me on her back. I pounced on the couch and grabbed an ankle and pulled her towards me.

She squealed and let out a playful giggle. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. She continued to giggle when I turned her around and positioned her on her knees and pushed her head on to the couch cushion with her butt up, with both her ass and glistening pussy staring back at me. I pushed slightly down at the small of her back and her ass jutted up and parted wider. I stared and admired her for several moments. It was dripping with her juices from her orgasm and her giggle turned into a loud moan once I impaled my shaft into her pussy from behind by pulling her waist onto me. It went in smoothly without resistance. It was always so lovely to feel and see her pussy swallow my entire erection in. I leaned over her and pulled her head up by grabbing her hair.

“You know I love you. Right?” I whispered to her and she nodded. I kissed her cheek and told her “Let me prove it to you.” And I pushed her head back into the cushion.

I positioned myself comfortably on the sofa cushion and balanced myself with my hand on the couch headrest and the other one grabbing her hip. I pulled myself out until only the tip was in her pussy and then pushed my hip in to impale her in her warm channel. I felt her pussy walls tightly hugging my walls. I slowly continued to increase my pelvic thrusts to bury deeper and deeper into her womanhood. I slowly pumped in and out, in and out, gradually increasing my pace. I continued this frenzied thrusting for a long time and twice I felt Greta squirt her orgasm on my shaft and I felt it trickle down my thighs. The best thing about squirters is that they can’t fake their orgasms. Her squirts were a validation I wanted and needed. Validation that I was doing the same for her that she was doing for me. Providing pure unadulterated pleasure!

I continued to plough myself deeper and deeper into her until I felt a twitch in my scrotum and realized that I couldn’t hold off any longer. I flooded her innards for a good minute or so like water gushing out of a fire hydrant. I came so much that it started to spill out.

Whilst still inside her with my hardness barely subsided I pushed her towards the backrest to make her lie down on her side with her front facing it and I lay behind her spooning and pinning her between me and the backrest. My erection throbbed inside her. We both lay there breathing shallowly, like we had just run a marathon.

I turned her head around with my hand and kissed her in the mouth. She said “I love you.” I kissed her again.

She turned her head around and looked me in my eye. She kissed me.

“My tiger!”

And she pushed back her head and my forehead rested against her cheek.

“You went berserk on me. What was it? The pantsuit?” She asked and I nodded and admitted to myself that I had wanted to rip that off of her since I saw her in that courtroom.

“That amongst other things.” I replied and she smiled.

“I know a guy who designs clothes for strippers.” I kissed her lips. “Any design or style. And you can rip them off me.”.

I nuzzled against her neck and mumbled.

“That sounds so hot!”

“And what other things?” She whispered to me.

“I was in court today.” Her eyes widened in surprise. I continued.

“Yes! I wanted to see you in action. Doing your thing!”

“And?”

“And you were killing it, in there….My boss lady! I got so hard sitting there. Mmmmm!”

I leaned in to kiss her and thrust my hips into her several times to prove my point. I got harder.

“You liked the bossy me?”

“Oh my god! I almost cummed, so I had to leave!” She laughed. I continued.

“I have been waiting for you to come home!”

“Do this more often. My stud!” She patted my cheek.

She wriggled her hip and my erection drilled into her like a piston.

“So why aren’t you like that here?”

“What? Boss lady?” I kissed her neck to confirm.

“I love boss-lady Greta. She makes me so horny!” I replied.

She gave a Greta giggle and moved her hips again. I groaned in pleasure.

“I love the feeling of you inside me!” She whispered to me in a lusty voice. “I can do ‘The boss lady’ whenever you need me to so that you can give me the monkey lovin’ you just gave me, but I always love it when you take charge.”

“You like me in charge?” I asked her.

“Yes! I absolutely love it. I loved it even when we weren’t fucking like bunnies.” She continued in a lusty voice.

We had a quiet moment. She spoke again in a whisper.

“I don’t like being the boss lady. That’s not the real me. It’s an act I put on to deal with people.”

I laughed. She continued.

“The Greta you see everyday at home, is the real me. You have known me like that ever since we were kids.”

“True! And I love that!”

I was in love with her because she was always so sweet to everybody and cared about me a lot. I leaned in to kiss her.

“You hungry? We have steak in the oven.” She sniffed.

“Aah! Is that what the other smell is? All I smell is cum.” She replied with a giggle.

I laughed out loud. Love Greta’s sardonic sense of humor.

Chapter 5 – Games, dates, pranks and fun.

Greta and I have been living together for some months now and for some reason neither of us wanted to tell our families. We honestly didn’t want to know how they would react. At least for the near future. Apart from my sister Melanie, nobody would guess the nature of our relationship. Our parents would appreciate the decision as a cost saving exercise in an expensive city like San Francisco and would approve but only Mel knew how we actually felt. We told Mel that I was staying with Greta but neglected to tell her that we were together. She was in favor of us getting together but we had no way of knowing how she would react to it when it actually happened, so neither of us broached the subject with her and with each passing day it became very hard. Mel hadn’t visited Greta in some months but she knew that I had moved in and that we spent a lot of time together. Even though she knew about my attraction to Greta and vice-versa, she assumed that we had chickened out and were using each other as asexual partner substitutes. On separate calls to both of us she asked if we had told the other about how we felt and in the end neither of us wanted to divulge that detail. We were having too much fun together and loved the feeling of nobody knowing.

She berated us and called us chickens and even told us to move on and not waste each other’s time. We understood the effort that Mel had undertaken to bring us together because she was the only one who saw and realized that neither of us were happy being in relationships with other people because we loved each other. Greta and I were terrified of the day she would find out that we’ve been together all this time and chose to not tell her. She would be crazy mad.

Greta decided that she would invite Mel to visit Frisco on her vacation and then we will find a way to ease her into it. She was the only person we could tell as she was the only one who knew the history and most importantly, she was rooting for us. Nobody else would understand. Or approve.

Meanwhile we continued to fornicate like bunnies and at home we have had sex in every room, on every piece of furniture and in every position conceivable. I was insatiable – I had years of pent up frustration to work through and suffice it to say my other relationships and partners weren’t able to provide that kind of satisfaction – and I was pleasantly surprised by her eagerness as well. It is always a great feeling and it also brings so much more satisfaction when both want it equally. None of us were going through the motions to satisfy the other and were equally invested. That was the best part.

In the meantime, we also wanted to find newer and more fun ways of being together and exploring each other. We were always on the lookout for adventurous ways of having sex and began to play games of one upping each other. Most were funny but some were downright scary. We must have inherited that ‘dare’ gene from our fathers side of the family. If I pull something on Greta, you could guarantee that it was coming back in kind and with interest. I always wanted her to one up me and she never disappointed! I loved her more for it.

I have a corner office at work that was pretty isolated in the sense that people didn’t usually come in unless I invited them and thanks to the virtual model of work that has become prevalent nowadays we mostly took our meetings from our desks/offices. The conference rooms remained unused. I usually worked alone and uninterrupted in the comfort of my office. One day the intercom buzzed and I was told that I had a visitor. I was stumped because I wasn’t scheduled to meet anyone at that hour and when I asked who it was, I was told it was a ‘Miss Darby Shaw’. I didn’t know anyone by that name but the name sounded vaguely familiar so I asked them to let her in.

While I waited I racked my brain to remember who this woman could be but came up with nothing. Zilch! Nada! I gave up and a few minutes later one of the security guys ushered her in. It was a tall blonde lady in stilettos, with a large pair of sunglasses that covered her face, donning a gray trench coat up to her knees and her smooth – presumably – long legs were visible through her black stocking. She had her back to me whilst she thanked the security guy and then she closed the door, when he left, and locked it. I was very confused by now and was about to ask

“Madam! Are you sure you have the right office or the right person?”

She turned around rather theatrically and stood with her long legs parted and her hands on her hips. I was about to ask her to introduce herself and what business she had with me.

“Look Miss Shaw….” I started and then choked on my words.

She untied the belt of her trench coat, took it off herself and stood naked in front of me, in one swift and elegant move. I literally choked on my words and my mind went blank. I could feel the rising terror of someone walking into my office – I had forgotten that she had locked us in – and find us in this compromising position. She walked seductively towards my desk and walked behind it to where I was sitting and stood in front me. My heart was pounding in my chest and I tried to tell her to leave but my mouth opened and no sound came out.

She slowly took her sunglasses off and said

“Pants off, mister!”

Behind the sunglasses and wearing a blonde wig, stood Greta. Not a stitch of clothing on her. I gawked. Before I could say a word, she was already kneeling between my legs and was unzipping my trouser. My penis was already freed and in her palms before I could manage to get a word out.

“Greta! You will give me an aneurysm if you pull stunts like these.”

She giggled and the tip of my throbbing shaft, which literally was growing in her palm, was in her mouth.

I squirmed uncomfortably but started to relax once the blood that had flooded my brains in panic, began to be rerouted to my groin. With my thing in her mouth she unbuckled my trousers and pulled it down to my ankles, expertly. She looked into my eyes while my entire erection disappeared into her mouth. She winked while she deep throated me. Of course! I didn’t last long and soon blew a load into her mouth. After she had cleaned me off she walked away and sat on my leather office couch in a suggestive manner. She beckoned me with her finger.

“Now come over here and fuck me!”

And fuck her, I did. Twice!

The next day, my boss showed up at my office with a silly grin. My heart gave a leap because I knew, he knew! I expected him to lay into me for being unprofessional. But he just sat there with that silly grin.

“You lucky bastard!” He said. I knew what he meant but decided to pretend not to understand.

“What are you talking about?”

“That lady yesterday. What did she want?” He gave me a sly grin.

“She’s a potential client. Her organization needs a custom ERP solution.” I lied.

“I am sure you gave her a great presentation. For two hours!”

“Yes! She was pleased.” I said playing along, but bursting into a sweat.

“I hope we get her as a client. Would love to meet her!” He winked and stood up to leave and casually sauntered to the door.

“And I also hear that she left with you, in your car.” He winked at me. I sweated more. And in a somber voice added

“I hope you used protection!” He winked and left.

I cursed the security guys. Those guys were more gossipy than the characters of Gossip Girl.

It suddenly came to me. Darby Shaw was the name of Julia Roberts’s character in The Pelican Brief. She was a lawyer in that. Aha!

I realized I was holding my breath and exhaled in relief after his visit. I wasn’t fired but I needed to get Greta for putting me through this. It’s on!

Greta’s visit became an office legend and I became a public hero. Everyone including the ladies had had a look at the surveillance footage of ‘The Blonde’ lady leaving with Jason. Guys became very deferential and respectful and the ladies, very flirty and friendly. I had acquired a reputation as a ladies man. Quite rare in our nerd circles.

So, on a particular day, I made my appearance at Greta’s office. I have spent many an hour there. Sometimes I just sit there working on my laptop while she works on her stuff. Just to be near each other.

When I arrived there, Greta was in a partners only meeting in the conference room, so Pamela, Greta’s secretary, asked me to wait outside for some reasons. That suited me fine as I didn’t like waiting in empty offices and also gave me the opportunity to check out the staff, especially her secretary. I had met her on previous occasions but funnily enough every time she was seated behind her desk. This time she was working the copier by her desk and I got to see her in her full glory. She was a looker and she was absolutely stunning in a pair of black jeans that fit her like skin showing off her captivating behind and a black string number that showed her slender shoulders and magnificent bosoms that was perfect for her body type. I was amazed how I hadn’t noticed her before. She was slender, tall – she wore flats – and obviously very young. Her eyes were very pretty – she loved her eyeliners – and her long brown curly hair cascaded down one shoulder up to her waist. I sat in my vantage point and observed her. If I weren’t in a relationship, I would definitely pursue her. It would be a challenge and an honor to land such a beauty. Wow!

She noticed that I was checking her out and gave me a shy smile.

“Hi Jason! Greta will be here in a few minutes. Can I get you something?”

“No thanks! I am fine!” I smiled back.

Greta arrived with an amused smile on her face. As soon as I walked inside her office and she locked her door from inside she asked with a grin.

“She is stunning, isn’t she?”

“Who? Pamela?” She nodded yes “Honestly, I hadn’t noticed earlier. But she really is something!” I replied with obvious admiration.

“Good taste! She takes my breath away sometimes!” She grinned and winked.

Then I took her from behind while she was in the middle of a conference call with a client and the DA. I marveled at how she handled the whole thing during the call and even agreed to a plea deal while I was pumping her hard. That woman was le magnifique. Handled it, cool as a cucumber.

We bid Pamela goodbye when we walked past her desk on our way out. She smiled sweetly and winked at me. We were in the elevator when it struck me.

“You think she knows?”

“She does!” Greta replied with a grin.

“What?!?!…How?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“She is Mel’s girlfriend!” Greta started to laugh. “Aww! Sweetie! You look like you have seen a ghost!” She doubled up with laughter. “I have been waiting to pull this over you for a while!”

I almost fainted. Those girls will be the death of me.

*———–*———–*

Despite one upping me the other day – I break in a sweat whenever I meet Pamela nowadays and I see the mischievous glint in her eyes – I waited for her retribution for several days but none came and soon I stopped being vigilant. Then one day, while I was in the middle of a staff meeting which I had decided to take from home, and where I was outlining our vision for the next fiscal year to my reportees, she walked in wearing a schoolgirl outfit. My hands went clammy as soon as I saw the outfit. I realized that Greta was getting her payback.

I was taking the call on a desk facing the living room where our much used couch rests. She hit the remote to the music system and a slow saxophone music came on. She started to dance slowly and rhythmically to the music and started to shed an item of clothing from time to time and in a couple of minutes she was naked. She then seductively lay on the aforementioned couch and slowly started to caress her breasts with both hands.

I lost the flow to my presentation and started to stutter.

Chapter 6 – More questions and answers!

One day, after a session of feverish lovemaking Greta and I lay in our favorite location, in our favorite position, with her sandwiched between me and the backrest of the couch whilst we caught our breath. I had snuggled my face into her breasts, loving the feeling of smushing my face in her soft fun bags and by being intoxicated by her natural smells. And I can’t get enough of the Greta smell.

I had some questions which I had wanted answered, for a while, and since we mostly couldn’t keep our hands off each other long enough, it wasn’t asked. I needed some clarity about how we have ended up together. I made a mental note that I would stop and never bring it up again if she found it uncomfortable.

“Gretz! I wanted to ask you some questions about us. Answer them if you feel comfortable, or I will drop it if you don’t like it.” I looked up at her and she leaned in to kiss me. I took that as a yes.

“I had asked you why you hadn’t tried to initiate anything with me before, when we were younger and you had told me why. So what changed now? Why did you show up in my bed that night?” She looked away and wrapped herself around me tight to reassure me and show how much I mean to her. I continued.

“I want to know why you hadn’t told me that you also loved me and chose to wait all these years.” I paused to think “I am very pissed off about the years we missed out on. While I am grateful that we are together now, I am going apeshit about all the time we lost.” I paused again to gather my thoughts and regain my breath. “I really wish I could go back and fix it. I regret the crappy relationships, hookups, broken hearts and all the misery I caused and personally experienced. I hurt some good people and not a day goes by that I don’t regret that. I pray and ask for forgiveness. I was miserable and I believe so were you.”

I had maintained eye contact with her to watch her reactions and then she teared up and pulled my head into her bosom.

“Jace! I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to!”

She kissed my forehead.

“The only thing that held me back was my relationship with mom. I lost mine and Aunt Clara was the only mother I had.”

I corrected her “She’s your mom too!” She kissed my forehead and mouthed a thank you.

“You and Mel didn’t need her as much as I did. She and I have a very deep bond. I was scared shitless that she would hate me and disown me if she found out that I was screwing her boy. I am so sorry Jace! I love her. I am not strong like you two. I need my mother.”

I hugged her tight as the tears rolled off her face. I had my suspicions but hearing the confirmation, didn’t exactly make it easier either. What do you know? My own mother and sister had taken away years of my happiness with the love of my life. I couldn’t decide if I hated them and if so, how much! But I do understand their opposition to this taboo relationship! It’s just my fucking luck that I could only love my beautiful cousin and couldn’t love anyone else. But when a door closes, a window is opened. I should count my lucky stars that she had reciprocated and initiated the whole thing, however late. I should focus on the positives. I am here, aren’t I?

I was sure she had more, so I waited. After a few minutes of contemplation she continued.

“So I went from one awful relationship to another and I kept hearing how you were also crashing and burning. Mel used to tell me how miserable you were. Same as me! I really really wanted to reach out to tell you but I couldn’t because Mom was there for me. Every time! I just had to call and she used to just drop everything and come stay with me until I got

back on my feet. She and Mel. Only Mel knew both sides of the story.”

I had guessed that Mel knew about our feelings for each other from way before. I asked.

“So what changed now? What made you come to me that night?”

She looked like she was conflicted as if she couldn’t decide if she should tell me or not.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I asked her.

She kept quiet for a bit.

“It was Mel!” She saw the shock in my eyes.

“Mel?” She nodded.

“Yes! Mel! After my divorce, I had a meltdown of sorts and both of them flew in.”

I, vaguely, remembered hearing about it. I was in my own private hell at the time. I was in a messy relationship with the sister of my old college roommate. He had introduced us and we were incompatible from the beginning. It was a disaster.

“Both? Mom and Mel?” She nodded.

“They made me normal again and after Aunt Clara…mom…left, Mel confronted me.” I was listening with rapt attention.

“She really railed into me. She was like ‘none of your relationships will ever work out as long as you are in love with Jason’ and ‘the same applies to Jason’. She told me ‘figure out a way to tell him because that dumbass still thinks no one knows and would never make the first move’. She admitted ‘it’s amazing how it’s been years and yet you two can’t get over each other. If that wasn’t love then nothing is’. Also she said she couldn’t watch two people she loved ruining their lives. And that we owed it to each other to give it a chance. It was a long discussion…..” she trailed off…

I was looking at my annoying older sibling in a new light.

Greta was again lost in her thoughts and I was impatient to know more.

“More please! I need to know more.” I shook her from her reverie.

“Mel left soon after and I spent the next few days thinking hard. Then I came to a decision, that I would fly to you and tell you. But I was also terrified…. I was terrified in a ‘What if he is in a serious relationship and rejects me!’ way.”

I laughed at that. “I had decided to stay a bachelor by then! It was either you or nobody. The monk’s life!”

She gave me a sad look.

“It’s funny to you but I really didn’t sleep well for days.”

I kissed her on her lips.

“Me? Reject you?” I shook my head “You don’t know me that well, do you?”

She smiled and kissed me back.

“I know that now but at that time I was petrified. Suddenly things started to look up. One evening I was at work and Mel called and she was screaming.” I am sure Mel had called Greta the moment she had hung up with me. That conversation when I told her about my move to San Francisco. “She was going on and on about ‘he’s moving to San Francisco…he’s moving there…you have to tell him..this is your best chance..’. I screamed at her to slow down. After a while I understood what she said.”

I gasped. “She did?”

“She ordered me to sit you down and tell you. Literally threatened to strangle me if I didn’t.” She paused and snuggled her face into my chest.

“And?” I wanted to know more.

“I called you and asked you to stay with me while you were here. Thankfully you said yes and didn’t put up a resistance! I was ecstatic when you showed up and we had that amazing evening. Do you remember that lovely time on the terrace? And I absolutely loved sitting there watching the sun go down with us holding hands. I knew then. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to tell you then but I lost my nerve!”

She became pensive. I wanted to hear the whole story.

“Babe! I am dying to hear the whole story!”

She lovingly placed her palm on my cheek.

“Sweetie! You know the rest. After I left you in your bedroom, I stewed for a couple of hours not knowing what to do. Then I thought, screw it! I will go to you naked and let my body do the talking. And there you were lying naked on the bed. Worked like a charm! I have been sleeping in the nude ever since.”

We both shared a good laugh.

I was getting aroused and my hardness was poking into her belly. She wrapped her fingers around it.

“So we owe this all to Mel?” I asked her.

“She is our cupid. We owe her big!”

“Does she know?” I asked. She closed her eyes.

“No! I haven’t told her yet. She thinks I chickened out but she knows we are living together.”

“Shouldn’t we tell her? I feel bad now!” She nodded.

“We should but I don’t want to do that on the phone. I want to tell her in person. She is due for some vacation time and she is flying in to personally be our matchmaker.” I gasped.

“She is flying in on the weekend and asked me to keep it a secret from you and she literally said that she would spend the entire vacation, I quote ‘trying to get both of our heads out of our asses’.”

I laughed.

“Good ol’ Mel! Too bad I have always hated her and as it turns out, she is my guardian angel.”

“Jace! She absolutely adores you. She feels guilty and feels you hate her!” I felt so guilty.

“I feel so bad. I always blamed her for keeping you away from me! I did resent her for a while!” I told Greta.

“Yeah! In Jason’s world there is only room for Greta and no room for Mel. That’s what she had said to me.”

Now it was my turn to be teary eyed. I felt so bad. And I silently vowed to make it up to her.

“Oh my god! I have been such an ass.”

We spent several moments cuddling. This was a heart to heart that was necessary and a fog was lifted off my mind. Despite how good things are going with Greta – we have gotten along like a building on fire – I had been resenting the time we had lost. After the conversation I decided to make my peace. Things happen for a reason and it would serve me well to accept it. But I also need to have another discussion with Greta, difficult or not, time will tell. First things first, I was really hungry and I am sure she was too.

“Sandwich?” She smiled and kissed me.

“Yes please! I am famished! Let me make them.”

“You park your cute ass here. I am bringing them and some fresh coffee”.

“Awww! Just cute? I put so much work in!” She pouted. I sat up and rolled her over to inspect her naked heinie. She giggled. I bent down to kiss each cheek and took a bite into one.

“You are right. It’s ripe and juicy. It’s a work of art. I would very much love to fuck it hard sometime.” She jiggled it for me and said,

“And it is a virgin. At least I have managed to save something for you!” We both laughed.

“I don’t care about that. You are mine now!” She turned around, grabbed my neck and pulled me into a kiss.

At that note, I left her to laze about on our couch while I made a pastrami on rye for her and a tuna melt for myself and also brewed a fresh pot of coffee.

I brought them all to the living room and we ate ravenously. She sat crossed legs and her perky breasts kept mesmerizing me while we ate. She winked when she saw me.

“You have been staring at me like that since we were kids. I love you!”

I sent her a flying kiss and decided to wade into that other thing that I wanted to discuss. I decided that I would back off, if I faced resistance.

“About that sexy ass of yours, am I sharing that with my sister?”

She was sipping coffee and in hindsight, I should have chosen another moment. She almost spilled it on herself. She managed to steady herself and looked at me. Her face had turned a really dark shade of red and I wished I could take it back.

She regained her composure and smiled at me.

“I had kinda forgotten that you knew.” And we both laughed.

She put her palm on mine and squeezed it to reassure me.

“I will stop if it bothers you. I am focusing on us and you come first.” I considered that.

“How will Mel take it?”

“She’s a big girl. She’ll understand! And besides she is the one who begged me to start things with you. She should know that you come first now!”.

I reached out and cupped her face in my hand and kissed her tenderly.

“Are you kidding?” She looked at me with surprise.

“What?” She asked.

“You and Mel going at it is my second biggest fantasy.” She looked at me, completely taken aback.

“You are okay with me and Mel?” I nodded and laughed.

“Mel comes Saturday. Right? Let me know when and where. I will be in the closet watching!”. She blushed a deep shade of red and playfully punched me on the shoulder.

“You are a perv. Aunt Clara is right. All men are pervs.” I doubled up with laughter.

“Girlie! I am not kidding. I love girl on girl. When the girls are the two of you. Me likey!”

She was laughing. I continued.

“I have never seen her naked! It will be a pleasant surprise.”

“You have never seen her naked? Now I am surprised.”

“Nah! I had my eyes on this other girl! Didn’t bother looking at another!”

Greta gave me a coy smile and kissed me.

“Mel is smoking hot! And she is a very take-charge kinda gal.”

I cocked my eyebrows at that revelation and she giggled.

“You are both alphas and I am the sub here!” She added with a grin.

“Sub? You? Aren’t you the one who got me in trouble at work? I thought I’d get fired.”

I tickled her and she screamed and trashed about.

After we were done horsing about, we took some time to compose ourselves.

“Okay where were we?” I asked.

“I was telling you how hot your sister is!” She winked.

“Okay. I am all ears.” I theatrically gestured for her to continue.

“Something that will blow your mind! She also made me promise that I would let her watch if you and I, ever happened.” She giggled.

That really did blow my mind. My eyes popped out.

“Really? Kinky!”

“Really!” She replied. I caught a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“And you know what, I would love to watch….you two together!”

“What?….No!” I cringed at the thought. “She’s my sister!”

“So?” She cupped both her breasts to display herself and winked. “You dove in as soon as you saw these babies”.

I craned my neck down and kissed both nipples and replied with a grin.

“I’m addicted to you and I have no control over it.”

She laughed and shoved her tit into my mouth and I started to suck. She moaned.

“Mel is hot. You will see. That skinny bitch turned into a goddess the moment she sprouted boobs.”

I was amused by that description and her efforts to sell me on Mel.

“You are really invested in getting me to like Mel!” I was still sucking her nipple. She moaned again.

“That’s my biggest fantasy! The three of us together!” She admitted while she grabbed my hair and pressed my head against her boob.

“Wouldn’t I be cheating on you?” I asked slyly.

“Only with her! You fuck anyone else, I’ll cut lil’ ‘Jason’ off.” She added with a giggle, with her eyes closed. “I am the jealous kind!”

“Yes ma’am!” I shifted my attention to her other boob.

“One question! What if I don’t find her attractive?” I asked.

“Wanna bet?”

“Okay! I’ll bite.” While continuing my ministrations on her boobs. Her nipples were rock hard in mouth. “I believe you. Mel’s hot! What makes you think she is interested in me?”

She gave me a sly smile.

“Oh she is! One, I know her inside out. Two…” She paused and pulled me in an embrace and whispered in my ear.

“…She told me.”

I laughed. She straddled me and ground her slick pussy against my rapidly hardening cock and pulled my head against her breasts and whispered.

“I have a plan to ease her in. Just follow my lead!” She moaned loudly when I thrust hard against her slick pussy. “Deal?” She asked in a breathless voice.

I got rock hard just thinking about it. A few months ago I was thinking about going for bachelor hood and suddenly lady luck smiled at me. If I were an atheist, I would be a believer now!

“Deal! Tell me when & where and I’ll be there!”

She had impaled herself into my erection. And we were going at it vigorously. She was panting and she whispered in my ear.

“So what’s your number one fantasy?” I was breathing heavily and I could feel a climax coming on.

“What?” I asked. She always could stop my brain from functioning.

“You had said that watching Mel and me was your second biggest fantasy.” She yelped when I pumped her hard.

“Oh! That!” I thrust into her harder as I neared climax. “Us! You beautiful silly girl!” I whispered in her ears. “Being with you!”

I increased my tempo and I could also feel that she was nearing hers by the tightening of her walls.

“I have fantasized about you for years”.

“You are a dirty boy!” She replied panting.

She gave an eardrum shattering wail and I could feel her pussy walls grabbing my penis tight in a vice-like grip like she wanted to tear it off me, as she came. She ground against me with all her might and I felt my penis smart. And I felt her juices trickling down my groin. That’s when I exploded inside her.

It took us a while to regain our breath while seated in a tight embrace with my unyielding hardness still inside her. She nibbled at my ear and whispered.

“I am a dirty girl too…..I have fantasized about you too!”

“I fucking love you Gretz!”

“And I love you too!”

We stayed in a tight embrace for several minutes. I wanted to tell her something.

“I am going to make up for all the time we have lost.”

“I would love that, my love!” Hearing her call me her love aroused me tremendously. I thrust my hips into her hard and she gave a gasp.

“I don’t care if my dick falls off or you can’t walk!” I told her to get her to laugh. She obliged with a giggle.

“Yes dear! I am yours to do as you please.” I went over the edge when I heard her calling me ‘dear’.

I pushed her back and started to kiss her neck, shoulder, sternum and her breasts. She moaned and started to move by impaling herself hard into my erection. I felt her vaginal muscles constricting and releasing my penis alternatively as if trying to milk me. This was something new from her and it felt so good that I was soon on the way to blow a full load inside of my lover. She’s been holding back, my red haired goddess!

Chapter 6 – Mel

Greta and I were waiting for Mel to emerge from the terminal while we stood there leaning against the black Lincoln Navigator that Greta owned. Greta knew Mel far better than I did, and she had predicted that Mel wouldn’t be traveling light and that it would be a while before she emerged. We shared a good laugh. Since Mel and I were never close and I only met her a handful of times – mostly on holidays – after she’d left home when she followed Greta to university, I’ve been learning a lot about my own sister from Greta. Turns out that I didn’t know much about her because we only conversed occasionally. Meanwhile Greta, Mel and our mom spoke to each other at least once a day. The three were like peas in the pod. Our fathers were quiet people who didn’t speak much and I took after them. Greta’s dad, our uncle, was extremely grateful that my mother had taken over Greta’s upbringing ever since her mother – his wife – had passed. He had admitted that he was clueless when it came to bringing up a child much less a girl. Greta’s been with us ever since. She was four. My mom and Mel were Greta’s support system and I enjoyed watching the dynamic they shared. My mother and sister were very protective of Greta and that, I found, very endearing. I never begrudged that relationship except for the fact I loved Greta too – ever since I could remember – and I never got to build a good relationship with her because Mel and mom were always around her. It really irked me that I had never experienced genuine alone time with Greta until I arrived in San Francisco a few months ago.

We stood there watching the throng of people emerging from the terminal. Airports, railway and bus stations are excellent places to stand and observe people. Mel was yet to emerge and when I called her, she told us that she’s still waiting by the luggage belt for her stuff and delivery was yet to start. Greta and I suppressed a laugh. And we stood there checking out girls. I have learned that Greta was a fantastic partner to check out women with, as she considered herself a bisexual and she had a great eye. Greta was initially apprehensive about letting me know about that aspect of her personality, until I confided to her that I found it very hot, much to her surprise. I told her that I was gleefully okay to share her with ladies if I was allowed to watch and participate. We haven’t been subjected to a situation like that yet, as Greta and I were still in the honeymoon stage of our relationship where we still aren’t able to keep our hands off each other. An experiment with a third partner hadn’t entered the equation until today. Mel and Greta. I am a sinking feeling that I will be one blue balled tonight while the sisters get reacquainted and Greta keeps up the charade of ‘we are not together’ for Mel.

We would look at a girl and wonder what she looked like underneath and what we would do to her if we were to share her, in our bed. Discussions like those have led to hot and tear-the-clothes-off-each-other kind of sex and sometimes even in public places. Having sex in public places was her thing and if she was down with it, so was I.

After a long wait, when my mind had started to drift away, I felt a hard elbow into my ribs. I looked at Greta stunned.

“Owww! What the fuck Gretz?”

She realized that she had hit me hard and was very apologetic.

“Oh my god Jace! I am so sorry.” Then she dropped her voice down to a whisper “Here she comes!”

For a moment I had forgotten, with my ribs still smarting.

“Who?” I asked like an idiot. She looked at me like I was an idiot.

“Mel!….. Will you focus!”

She was making hand gestures so that nobody but I could see. I followed her finger pointing gestures and I saw what she was pointing at.

Mel had emerged from the terminal pushing a cart loaded with cases. Her platinum blonde hair was tied in a ponytail which reached her hips. And she was wearing a clingy black faux leather tube top that felt like it was two sizes too small and a trouser made of the same material that looked like it was painted on. Mel’s always been slender and petite and she looked a lot taller than her 5ft 6 inches in black platform heeled Doc Martin’s that reached her knees. I could see people staring at the goth goddess as she passed by. And her face was partially covered with aviators.

Greta and I looked at her from afar with awe. She stood closer to me and whispered.

“Told you that she was insane hot!” I chuckled.

“Agree! Is that the same girl we grew up with?” I joked.

“Well! She’s always been this pretty. You just didn’t notice!”

“Well! I was too busy looking at you!” I continued the banter.

Greta blushed red and elbowed me again. Much softer. Thankfully! She looked at me with a glint in her eyes.

“Sister fucker!” I looked at her in mock shock and responded.

“Right back at ya, brother fucker!” She giggled at that reference.

“I am!” She continued her giggle. “Fuck me tonight?” She asked by lowering her voice.

“I will fuck you right now but you will be busy cheating on me with you know who tonight.” Pointing towards Mel’s general direction. She giggled.

“Oh we are definitely fucking tonight. I have it all planned. Just do as I say.”

“Yes ma’am! My dick and I will show up whenever and wherever you want us.” I added with a smirk.

She laughed out loud.

“Stop it. You bad boy!”

Mel was still like a few hundred meters away.

“Remember! No PDA until tonight.”

“Yes ma’am. No grabbing Greta’s heinie or her titties in front of Mel.” I added like a smartass.

She squealed with laughter.

“Stop it! You, bad….” She playfully punched my deltoid.”… bad boy!”

Mel was within earshot and she spotted us. She abandoned her cart, gave a squeal and ran towards us. Greta also let out a similar squeal and jogged towards her cousin. I looked around to check if people were staring. They were! I felt a little embarrassed and self conscious. Here were two grown-ass women behaving like two fourteen year old schoolgirls. I also walked towards them. They were hugging and kissing each other. Mel’s pert breasts were crushed against Greta’s ample bosom which were held together by a tight red spaghetti top. I felt a twitch in my crotch. Greta saw my lusty mesmerized look and bit her lower lips to tell me that she finds it hot, too! I had a distinct bulge in my trouser.