Simon Says (Friends and Lovers) (7 page)

The irony of it all was that, in Simon’s submission, she had truly only been concerned with his pleasure. The real power had been in bringing him to fruition not in controlling his movements. Simon’s submission to her had been beautiful and erotic. He’d entrusted her with his pleasure. Gifted her with his trust.

She’d been wrong. He’d been right. Paul had lied to deflect from his betrayals.

Her desire to please Simon was nothing more or less than what it was. Pleasing him pleased her whether she was dictating the action or submitting to his will. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

Gwen relinquished Simon’s cock reluctantly, but she wanted to be skin to skin with him. She reached between them and pulled her dress over her head. She stood before Simon in just a small, flesh-toned thong.

"Remove my panties, Simon."

She no longer cared if she was in charge. She just wanted to feel his hands on her. Simon reached out and hooked his fingers in the flimsy scrap of lingerie and slowly dragged them down her body where she kicked free of them.

"Simon," she straddled his lap cradling his penis in the wet heat of her pussy, "I don’t care who’s in charge. Do whatever you want. Say whatever you want."

Simon rested his hands on her hips and just looked at her. His head rested slightly to one side and he had a very serious look on his face. His sapphire eyes glittered with an emotion she’d never seen before. A thrill of fear ran through Gwen. Had she misread him?

"I’m in love with you, Gwen," Simon’s voice was tender. She started to reply, but he hushed her. "Don’t say anything yet. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but I love you. You’re funny and smart and all I think about is you.

"I promised myself I’d go slowly. That I’d give you time to get to know me before springing this on you, but I feel like I’d be lying to you if I didn’t tell you.

Gwen started to speak again, but Simon silenced her with a tender, gentle kiss. His tongue explored the cavern of her mouth, licked along her teeth and danced with her own. She gave herself up to his tongue and lips savoring his slow seduction of her.

He tore his mouth from hers and kissed his way to her breasts. He caressed her gently. Lapping at the swollen buds and sucking them gently into his mouth. He sucked her tenderly, but with relish. Ripples of pleasure trilled through her body as he dallied over her nipples.

Pleasure pooled deep in her body. Each suck, each tug of his mouth added to the depth of sensation so that Gwen felt full and heavy with ecstasy.

Simon hefted himself up from the chair taking Gwen with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and his reawakened cock rubbed wetly between her nether lips. She moaned and pressed harder into his body. Simon’s breath caught and his cock jerked against her.

Gwen wanted him inside her. Wanted his hardness filling her recesses. She wanted him coming inside her, marking her as his own. She belonged to him and she wanted him to manifest his possession of her body in long thorough strokes into her pussy.

She rubbed against him. The hard peaks of her breasts grazed his chest and she panted with need.

"Simon … Simon, I need you."

"Shhh. Sweetheart, patience."

He lay her down on the couch. The velvet was soft and soothing to her sensitized skin. Simon found his wallet and extracted a condom. He sheathed himself in small, economical movements which Gwen was grateful for. She spread her legs, welcoming him and he moved over and into her in one fluid stroke.

Gwen arched and ground herself into him as he pressed deeply into her. As before, he stretched her almost painfully, but she welcomed the friction, welcomed his claiming. Gwen writhed under him as he held himself deep and firm, but didn’t move.

She opened her eyes to see Simon gazing down on her with fierce intent. Her eyes widened and just as she was about to speak he pulled out to the tip only to impale her fiercely. Pleasure speared through her body and she cried out.

"Mine," he growled. "Mine."

She reached up and cupped his face between her palms.

"Yours, Simon. I'm yours."

Emotions flashed behind his eyes too quickly for her to read as he leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead. He began to move then. Stroking in and out of her in long, slow thrusts. He rolled his hips with each press of his cock into her body, grinding the velvet skin of his groin against her clitoris.

The friction was exquisite. He rubbed his way in and out of her body, the sweat dewing their skin lubricating the way so that they slid wetly against each other.

Gwen joined the ride. Sucking Simon into her pussy and holding him deep with her inner muscles. She arched and writhed under him moaning his name over and over.

Her body felt full and swollen as if she could no longer contain the pleasure Simon was pouring into her. Her skin was sensitized and each wet slide sent sparks of fire coursing along her skin. He stroked with relentless tenderness and Gwen knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, Simon was making love to her, not fucking her.

The knowledge sent her over the edge. She cried out as her body exploded in bliss. Simon continued to plunge himself into her as her body milked his. She rose up and sucked his nipple into her mouth and his breath caught in his throat.

He grunted in surprise and his thrusts increased in urgency. She sucked hard on the flat disc of his nipple and bit down gently.

Simon lifted her leg at the knee, draping it over his arm as he began to plunge urgently into her. Deeper and deeper he plunged until finally he held himself deep and poured himself into her body. She reveled in the feel of his release. His cock shuddered and bucked inside her channel and she wished they had no barrier between them.  With one final roll of his hips, Simon collapsed resting his weight on top of her.

Gwen threw her arms around Simon and laughed in delight as joy overwhelmed her. He smiled against her neck and chuckled along with her.

"Care to share or have I performed so poorly?" he asked.

She squeezed him harder before answering and said, "I love you."

"Gwen," he raised up on his elbows to look at her, "I don’t want you feeling like you have to say it back to me."

"I don’t," she smiled ruefully. "I can be slow sometimes, but I catch on eventually."

She cupped his face and looked at him with all the love she felt. She loved this man beyond words. Simon had shown her the true beauty of what lay inside her. He had given her free reign and gifted her with his trust.

She’d fallen in love with him over the weeks he’d been gone. Each email, each phone call had deepened the bond forged so explosively that first night. She refused to be afraid or ashamed any longer.

"I love you, Simon Cain. It’s as simple as that. I love you and I want to be with you."

Simon grinned at her then a wicked smile if ever there was one.

"What?" she asked laughing.

"Have you ever played Simon Says?" he asked as he rolled off of her and threw her over his shoulder.

"Simon!" she cried out between peals of laughter.

Simon just smacked her on the ass and headed up the stairs to find her bedroom.

"Sweetheart, I’ve got six weeks to make up for and I’m just getting started."

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Gillian Colbert discovered writing later in life, but is now addicted to words, syllables and phrases. She loves books and stories of all shapes, sizes and genres, but most of all, Gillian loves to write about people overcoming their insecurities and finding their mate. After all, risk and passion are what make life worth living.

In her spare time, Gillian is a mother and dog owner. Her two Pitbulls have proven to be a love story in and of themselves. Every day, their affection and bond grows and deepens. In truth, their deep canine affection with its angst, joy, play and encouragement is inspiration for Gillian. Everyone should love so purely.

See how it all began in
Forbidden Fruit
...

Marlie Newburn is a respected professor at the local college with an indecent secret ... she wants to have sex with not one, but two of her students. Adon Taylor and Simon Cain want Marlie just as bad, but she keeps them at a distance. Can they break through the wall of resistance? Can she keep them at bay? Or, will an afternoon of sun and heat finally give Marlie a taste of that forbidden fruit
 

Mirrors should be outlawed.

Marlie Newburn stared critically at herself in the full-length mirror hanging over the back of her bedroom door. It wasn’t that she didn’t like what she saw. In truth, she did quite well for 34. Her dark, auburn hair was completely natural with not one strand of gray. Her skin was clear, though fair, and her hazel eyes favored green on most days. Her lips were full and rosy enough that she could get away with a swipe of lip gloss rather than needing lipstick.

Her body was petite and trim. She wasn’t chunky, but she had a smidge too much body fat to be described as athletic. Her breasts were small, but nicely shaped and she had full-hips with, thankfully, no cellulite in sight. The leopard bikini she wore set off her assets, pun intended, quite well.

No, she couldn’t complain about her looks. It was her age that she had a problem with. At 34 she was officially dancing with middle-age and every time she looked in the mirror she expected to see a wrinkle or age spot, something that proved she wasn’t young any longer.

Normally, she wouldn’t care about her age. After all, it
was
just a number, but being confronted on a regular basis with her personal wet dream in the flesh made it hard not to feel like a cradle-robber especially when the objects of said wet dream were 10 years her junior.

Marlie was an accomplished author and professor of creative writing at the local university in the small town of River Rock, Vermont. She’d taught full-time at the school for the last five years and loved her job immensely. She taught seniors, so she was able to be a bit more creative with the curriculum and, by senior year, most of the students in her class were serious English students or at the very least were mature adults.

That particular bit of knowledge didn’t, however, help her reconcile her attraction to not one, but two of her writing students. Adon Taylor and Simon Cain had turned her inside out the moment she had walked into her classroom at the beginning of the spring term.

Her classes were always small and this one was no exception. Rather than a large hall, her lectures took place in a small classroom which meant a much more intimate setting for discussion. Normally, she enjoyed the close quarters. She found the physical proximity often lent itself to more lively discussion.

This semester, the physical closeness to her students was sheer torture. She was literally within touching distance of the objects of her fantasy each and every class. And, to make matters worse, they sat smack in the middle of the front row.

Marlie usually roamed the class. She found it helped engage the students. With Adon and Simon positioned in the center two seats of a row of four, it meant that regardless of where she went she had to pass them.

Moving past them meant contact in one fashion or another. The silk of their skin brushing hers dazzled her senses each time and left her reeling. After the third time she lost her train of thought because of some incidental contact, Marlie stayed behind her desk or at the chalkboard.

This also meant that she saw them every time she looked out at the class. To say it was distracting was an understatement. Taken individually, they were each uniquely stunning. Adon was tall and lean with an athletically muscled body that rippled with his movements. He was a student of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and it showed in the graceful, light way he moved as if gravity didn’t really affect him.

He owed his coloring to a Native American ancestry that had become obscured at some point with other less exotic genetics, but he retained the hairless skin and high cheekbones. He had ebony black hair that glinted blue in the light and his eyes were so black, you couldn’t see where pupil met iris. It was like looking into two pools of midnight so dark you could drown in them.

She shivered at the memory of those eyes fixed on her. He never seemed to look away. Every time she looked up she found him staring at her. Only when she assigned in-class writing prompts did she get a respite from his intensity.

When he looked at her, she felt as if he could read her secrets in her eyes. The last thing she needed was for him to realize exactly how he affected her. She desired him in a way she’d never desired anyone else. Even Simon, for all that she wanted him, didn't hit her with the same intensity that Adon did.

Simon Cain was as intense as Adon, he just hid it better. While Adon rarely spoke, Simon spoke frequently and with an ease that made it simple to overlook his intelligence and insight until it was too late and you’d already exposed yourself.

Simon was less exotic than Adon, but no less beautiful. He was solidly built with broad shoulders and a heavily muscled body. With deep, velvety brown hair that hung in shaggy waves around his face and sapphire-blue eyes, Simon possessed a rugged fierceness that reminded her more of warriors from ages past rather than the computer geek he was.

Individually, they knocked her breathless and speechless, but when you put them together, she was practically comatose. She’d spent most of the first class imagining them naked and erect. Wondering how it would feel to be pressed between those young, hungry bodies.

She’d never been more grateful for wool sweaters and jeans than she was on that day. She’d been wet and her nipples were hard and aching by the end of that class. It had been the longest 90 minutes of her life.

Every class since then had been worse. Some days it took everything she had not to launch herself at one or both of them, rip their clothes off and suck on what promised to be delectable penises if the size of their bulges were any indication.

The worst moment had been when she’d allowed herself to slip into a daydream about them while the class finished a prompt. In it, Adon laid her over the desk and slipped his warm, velvet tongue inside her pussy while Simon slid his cock inside her mouth and she sucked on him hard and long.

The fantasy had been vivid and intense and only when the slap of someone’s notebook hitting the floor had penetrated her sensual fog had she come back to her senses. She'd been horrified to find her hand sliding under her sweater to her hardened nipples and both Adon and Simon looking at her with narrowed, heated eyes. She’d flushed with shame and quickly excused herself to the ladies room where it was several long moments before she could collect herself.

After that, it was as if they never took their eyes off of her. She felt them watching her every second. Class had become a test of her will and capacity for self-restraint as she fought the fantasy of them and the desire to make that fantasy real.

Then, as if just getting through class wasn’t hard enough, Adon had specifically asked for her to mentor them both as they co-wrote a novel based on Simon’s popular video game. So, in addition to the two classes a week, she saw them at her home every Friday to provide notes and suggestions on their novel.

Marlie had tried to get them to come during her regular office hours, but they had sworn up and down that they couldn’t concentrate in such cramped confines. When she’d suggested the library, they’d said they couldn’t relax there. In the end, she’d relented and allowed them to come to her house.

Today was the last of those sessions. The semester had ended and final grades were submitted, but they had one last manuscript session. They’d completed their final chapter and submitted it to her last week. She was planning on handing it back this afternoon with some final notes and wishing them well. After that, she would get back to her simple and ordinary life.

The thought made her sad. The mentoring sessions were hard, but only because they tested her limits and left her horny and dissatisfied when the men left. Spending time with them, though, was as easy as apple pie.

It had surprised her at first, because she’d been so nervous, but she was quickly at ease with them. Adon was so serious and intense, but every now and then he’d let her make him laugh. When he smiled it was as if someone had set off firecrackers in her belly. Her blood sang when he smiled. It lit up his face and sparkled in his eyes. She made it a priority to make him laugh as often as she could.

She knew some of his background, enough to know it had been hard and that Simon’s family had taken him in. That they’d both taken a few years and worked as computer programmers before going to college which made them several years older than her other seniors. She and Adon had finished many of these sessions just talking over coffee.

Simon, on the other hand, was much more of a mystery. He hid a deep intelligence and razor wit under a facade of carefree laziness. He was affable and fun to be around, but he never let anyone except Adon know what he was really thinking.

Simon was the creator of a first person shooter video game that had grown to such popularity on campus that it had been bought by a local software company. Adon, the more literary of the two, was writing a novel based on the game with Simon as co-author. Hence, the mentoring.

The sessions had become something she looked forward to as much as she dreaded them. She and Adon had gotten to know each other over the course of the semester and she cared for him more than she was willing to examine. It confused her at times that she wanted to screw both men, though, if she had to choose only one, Adon was top pick hands down. It didn’t matter really. The sessions were over after today.

A wave of sadness came over her and she fought it back. Why be sad? She was never going to do anything about this ridiculous attraction and they would be leaving school after graduation. She was going to let them go that simple.

Get your head in the game, Marlie!

She was going to say her good-byes and forget all about Adon Taylor and Simon Cain. She could get through one last session. And, to ensure she was able to do so, she was going to lay out by the pool for a while and soak in the afternoon sun along with some tunes. She needed to relax if she was going to get through this last meeting with her nerves intact.

Marlie headed out toward her small, postage stamp pool. At the last minute, her confidence failed her and she detoured into the kitchen for a drink. Her nerves were ragged at the thought of Adon and Simon in her house for the last time. She didn't trust herself and she wanted some liquid courage to help the relaxing begin.

Part of her regretted that she’d never see her two students again. Never taste them or feel their bodies penetrate hers. Marlie groaned as heat flooded her body. Her pussy throbbed at the mere thought of them. She gripped the counter for support as her knees weakened under the onslaught of her desire.

She breathed deeply for several breaths and, collecting herself, mixed up a whiskey sour. A very
strong
whiskey sour. God only knew how she’d get through this afternoon.

Whisky sour in hand, she plopped down on her favorite chaise lounge and began to rub SPF 50 Coppertone into her exposed skin. The irony wasn’t lost on her, but she didn’t want to burn. She wanted to soak in some heat and sun and just vegetate for a while not turn into a burnt crisp.

Marlie closed her eyes and did her best to blank out images of Adon and Simon from her mind. She tried hard to think about something other than what their lips would feel like on her body. It was a lost cause.

Marlie downed her whiskey sour in a few rapid gulps.
I really need to get laid, maybe then I’ll forget about them.

With a forlorn sigh, Marlie called up her favorite playlist on her iPod, put her headphones in, closed her eyes and just floated with the music.

As she drifted off, Marlie wished it was Adon and Simon pounding into her rather than beat of the song.

#

Simon Cain and Adon Taylor stood outside the gate of Professor Newburn’s backyard and contemplated the scene before them. The professor was stretched out on a chaise lounge clearly asleep, but she had headphones in and wasn’t responding to their calls. The yard was small, but she was on the opposite end of a tiny, kidney shaped pool which put her as far away from them as it was possible to be.

“What do you think? Jump it?” Simon asked as he studied the tall, wooden fence critically.

It was a typical privacy fence, but the wood was warped in places allowing for gaps between the slats.