Lori's Tale




    I had known Brad for a long time. Brad had been to my place at the beach a 
number of times, and always with a different woman. He always fancied 
himself something of a player, but he really didn't come across that way to 
other people. I knew he didn't feel confident enough to try to hit on any of 
the models that were usually in and out of my place at all hours of the day 
and night or at the frequent business parties I had. I think he felt that he 
would have been rejected by all of them, and he was probably right. What he 
didn't seem to realize, though, is that the rejection would have been 
because of his attitude and personality, not be because of his looks or 
build.

    The women he had brought with him to my place over the years had all been 
good looking. Some, of course, better than others, but none of them even 
remotely in the same league as the models I worked with. I knew he was using 
me and my place to build himself up to the women he was dating, some sort of 
'cool by association' thing or something. Still, for some reason, it didn't 
bother me much. I guess I could sort of relate to where he was coming from, 
because at one time in my life I had been there, too. Eventually, I outgrew 
it, as I hoped he would, too.

    When he showed up this time, though, he had Lori with him. Lori was 
different. I knew from the instant I saw her that Lori did not belong with 
Brad. I was at a loss to understand why she was.  My mind kept flashing back 
to an old rock and roll song that I can't remember the name of that had a 
lyric something about "...pretty women, walking with gorillas down my 
street...". It wasn't that bad, actually, but it was what went through my 
mind.  My first assumption was that she was there because Brad had told her 
I was a professional photographer, and she hoped to perhaps get a break into 
modeling. She certainly had the look for it. I found it hard to believe that 
she as there because of any real attraction for Brad. Of course, I have been 
wrong before. Maybe she just hadn't seen the 'real' Brad yet.

    Brad could be an asshole. Sometimes I think it was unintentional, but other 
times he really worked at it. He was a great guy when he wanted to be, but 
it seemed to me that he didn't want to be very often, especially with women. 
I guess it just took women a little longer to see that part of him. When 
they did see it, and they all did eventually, they would leave him. When 
they did leave him, he would be back in a week or two with someone new, and 
the cycle would start over.

    Unlike most of the women that he had brought to my place, Lori could have 
easily been a model. Other than being a little bit too short, she was 
certainly good looking enough to make it, and her build was probably as 
close to perfection as I had ever seen. I knew from the minute I saw her 
that I was going to bring it up with her before the weekend was over. I knew 
I was going to offer to do a portfolio for her and represent her. I already 
had clients in mind that would pay major money to have her work for them, 
despite her being short in stature. Her features were flawless, not so much 
as a blemish. Her hair was sort of long and blondish, sort of an early 
Stevie Nicks look. It worked well for her.

    The thing about her that caught my attention most was that she was so 
openly friendly, and that she seemed to have no idea how truly beautiful she 
was. If she did know, she certainly didn't let it show. That made me wonder 
all the more what she was doing with a guy like Brad. Hell, she could have 
had her pick of any guy, and that includes me. Yeah, I know. You're thinking 
that I am a photographer, and that I hang around models all day every day. 
What makes Lori so special? Just this. Most models know they are models. I 
know that sounds like a stupid statement, but it really isn't. To me, 
attitude and personality are far more important than looks in general. Looks 
can be changed. Attitude is forever. What I mean is if there is a beautiful 
woman with a shit attitude and all the personality of a damp dishrag, you 
are not going to change that attitude or personality. Period.

    On the other hand, if you have an average looking woman with a wonderful 
attitude and a bubbling personality, well, looks can be changed. A nip here, 
a tuck there, and you have a beautiful woman. The trick is to not lose the 
personality and attitude in the process. Lori already had the attitude and 
personality, and the looks were certainly there as well. She had a deadly 
combination, and didn't even seem to realize it.

    I didn't really get a chance to talk to Lori that afternoon. Brad spirited 
her off to the beach within minutes of their arrival. I did catch a glimpse 
of her in a bikini as they walked across the deck heading towards the beach. 
I was more impressed with her than ever. Her build was even better than I 
had imagined.

    I had the definite impression that things were not going well between Brad 
and Lori. Nothing really solid to base that on at the time, though. Just a 
feeling. Something about the way Lori looked at him and acted around him. I 
had the impression that this was supposed to be a "patch things up" weekend 
that Brad had put together as a last ditch effort to keep her from leaving 
him. From what little I had seen so far, I didn't think she was buying it.

    I didn't see them again until almost eight that evening. Lori was a little 
bit more put out with Brad (if that was possible) when she learned about the 
party. Brad, in all his lack of wisdom, had decided not to tell Lori about 
the party planned for that evening. He thought it would be a nice surprise 
for Lori if he kept it quiet until the last minute. Obviously, he was once 
again not thinking. Surely he knew that a woman likes to have time to 
prepare to go to a party, especially one that will be attended by 
photographers and models.

    To make matters worse, she had come prepared for a casual weekend at the 
beach, and had not brought clothes for a party. She was far more angry with 
Brad now than she had been. She told him that she would not go to the party 
at all, and that he should go by himself and have a good time. I knew full 
well from the tone of her voice that she didn't mean a word of it, and that 
if he went to the party, he would be in more trouble than ever before in his 
life, but Brad, being Brad, told her okay and went to change clothes for the 
party. Lori was livid, although she tried her best not to show it.

    Even though it was not my place to intervene, and it was really none of my 
business, I knew that I needed to talk with Lori. After all, I wanted to try 
to get her to pose for a portfolio, and this was the first time I had a 
chance to talk to her without Brad around. I walked over to where Lori was 
sitting and took a chair next to her. "Lori," I said, "If you want to go to 
the party, I can help. I know you don't want to go and not fit in, but I can 
help you. You certainly have the looks to be a model, and I can arrange for 
makeup and clothes for you if you want to go."

    "No, thanks," she replied, "I really wouldn't feel right going, and I don't 
want to give Brad the satisfaction. He is such a jerk that I never want to 
see him again." "Lori," I replied, "I know how Brad is. I have known him for 
a long time. If you really want to make a point when you dump him, go to the 
party and be the most fabulous looking woman there. Then dump him. It would 
serve him right."

    "How can I possibly be the most fabulous looking woman there?" Lori asked, 
"I know the place will be wall to wall with professional models. You can't 
make a silk purse out of a sows ear." "You underestimate both of us," I 
said. "You absolutely have model potential, all you need to do is highlight 
some things. On top of that, you underestimate me and the abilities of the 
people who work with me." "Okay," she said with a sigh, "Let's see just how 
good your people are." I picked up the phone and called Helen, my top makeup 
artist. "Helen," I said, "How fast can you be here?"

    While we were waiting on Helen to arrive, I took Lori to the studio area of 
the house. I guided her to a large wardrobe in the back. I told her to start 
looking through there to find what she wanted to wear to the party, and that 
when she had picked out two or three things, Helen would help her with the 
final selection.  I left to start preparing for the party. When Helen 
arrived,  I told her what the situation was and sent her to the studio to 
work with Lori. Helen knew Brad, so she knew what kind of a guy he was. She 
had never liked Brad, which gave her a little added incentive to help out 
with this. Helen tolerated Brad even though she didn't like him. I think she 
did it because she knew Brad was a friend of mine and she wanted something 
more than just a working relationship with me.

    The party was just getting up to full speed when I noticed Lori come in to 
the living room. Helen had done her work very well. Lori's hair was nothing 
short of regal, and her makeup was absolutely flawless. Helen had selected 
the ideal colors for her, and had done a wonderful job applying them. Of 
course, with Lori's natural beauty, it would have been quite a task to make 
her look anything less than gorgeous, a task that might well have been even 
beyond Helen's talents.

    Lori and / or Helen had selected a light blue floral print mini dress. The 
dress was form fitting, and emphasized her build very nicely. I couldn't 
detect any lines under the dress, but I was unsure if there was actually 
nothing under there or if they had just selected undergarments that wouldn't 
show through the thin, tight material of the dress. She had on shiny black 
patent leather heels that I didn't notice at first. The reason I noticed 
them at all was because they made her so much taller, almost as tall as the 
other models in the room. Also, as tall heels are known to do, they add a 
'certain something' to a woman's walk that, well, tends to get a lot more 
attention than when they are wearing flats. I can't really define it myself, 
but I can certainly tell you that it is there.

    Lori was definitely on par with the rest of the models in the room. While 
she was dressed similarly, she managed to stand out, even in that crowd. She 
was absolutely stunning. I think in part it was attitude. I saw her attitude 
change over the course of a dozen steps. She went from a bit insecure and 
perhaps thinking she was out of her league to commanding the room within 
that distance. It was a small distance, but a lot happened as she traversed 
it.

    Helen stayed well back, and allowed Lori to make her entrance alone. Lori's 
entrance was noticed by everyone in the room, except Brad, of course, 
because he was no where to be seen. It was obvious that Lori was both 
flattered and scared by the attention she was getting. I think she was still 
perhaps a little bit insecure, and that she was wondering if everyone was 
looking at her because she didn't fit in or because they thought she didn't 
belong there. I think that idea sort of went away when she began to notice 
the look of envy that some of the women in the room had when they looked at 
her, and, of course, the look in the eyes of the men when they looked at 
her.

    Once she realized that, Lori perked up a little bit, and the transformation 
took place.  I am usually pretty good at reading an attitude from across a 
room, but I have to admit that I had never seen anything like what Lori had. 
It was partly a Princess Di kind of attitude, a sort of a nice, dignified 
sort of look. She gave the definite impression that she was someone special, 
and that she demanded to be treated like it. There was more, though. A lot 
more. There was as a bit of 'approachable', girl-next-door sort of attitude 
mixed in as well. More subtle and subdued, but there nonetheless, was a 
definite hot, sultry, sexy, attitude mixed in that made every man in the 
place want to be with her. It wasn't really blatant, but it was very 
obviously there, and that is what made it all the more powerful.

    It was quite a transformation, and it happened quickly. She glanced around 
the room looking for me specifically, and when she saw me, she gave me the 
slightest smile and a little beauty queen sort of wave. She now knew that I 
was right about her modeling, and she hadn't even made it fully into the 
room yet.

    It was her plan to fit in with all the models, but she didn't really do 
that. She far exceeded all of them. She was so far above their level that it 
was almost ridiculous. Every one of them knew it, too. Her body language 
told me that she was still not too happy, but she seemed determined to make 
the best of the party, despite Brad. His attempt to patch things up with her 
was failing miserably. I started to go over and talk to her, but was pulled 
away by some other friends to talk about an upcoming photo shoot on South 
Beach.

     It was almost an hour before I got free and started looking for her again. 
I hadn't seen Brad for a very long time, since before Lori got to the party, 
in fact, I knew he hadn't seen the 'new' Lori yet. I really wanted to get 
over and talk to Lori. I was by the sliding door that led to the deck, and I 
noticed Lori on the other side of the room near the kitchen. She was in the 
middle of a small group of people having a conversation. I started to go in 
their direction to see if I could break her out of the group to talk to her, 
when I noticed a motion out of the corner of my eye. I looked out the glass 
door, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness outside.

    I could make out someone standing in the far corner of deck. As my eyes 
adjusted to the darkness, I could see a figure standing in the corner. It 
didn't look like right at first, and for a moment I didn't know why. Then I 
figured it out. It was two people, one standing, and one kneeling. Brad was 
the one standing. It was a woman who was kneeling, but I couldn't tell who 
it was. It was obvious to me what was going on, as it would have been to 
anyone who had happened to look out the window in that direction.

    From what I could tell, she was doing a very good job of it, as Brad had 
his head thrown back and was holding the back of her head with both hands 
and meeting her every thrust. It looked like he was on the verge of losing 
it. At that precise instant, another couple, probably looking for a quiet 
place to do the same thing (or more) came around the corner of the house and 
started up the stairs to the deck. Brad saw them, too, and pushed her away 
and started fastening his clothes. She stood quickly and acted innocent.

    They both started walking towards the steps leading up to the deck, acting 
as if nothing had happened. The other couple either never saw what was 
happening or just ignored it. It was then that I saw who the woman was. It 
was Amy, one of the models. Amy wasn't one of the better looking models, and 
she had an attitude that I didn't much care for. Still, I had sampled what 
she had been giving Brad, and I knew that she was very, very good at it. I 
knew that Brad hadn't finished, and he was probably in actual, physical pain 
at the moment. Served him right, in my opinion. Choosing Amy over Lori was 
nothng short of stupid. Lori was still on the other side of the room, 
completely oblivious to what had happened.

    I watched Brad and Amy as they walked toward the side door of the house and 
came inside. Brad was visibly flushed when he came in.  Amy didn't come 
until several minutes after Brad did. A smart move on his part, for sure, 
because it would have looked very suspicious otherwise. Lori didn't seem to 
notice them, as she was preoccupied with all the attention she was getting. 
Brad certainly noticed Lori, though, and started in her direction, but for 
some reason he changed course halfway there and went towards the bar. I 
guess he needed some liquid courage before he tried to talk to her. She was 
no doubt looking better than he had ever seen her before, and he knew full 
well how much trouble he was in with her already.

    I made my way over to where Lori was, and maneuvered her over to a small 
couch off to one side of the room. Lori sat on the couch, and I took an arm 
chair next to her. I talked Lori for quite a while, trying to convince her 
that she had what it took to be a model, but she just wouldn't believe it. 
She kept saying that she was not in the same league as the models at the 
party.  The more I talked to her, the more impressed I was with her. I knew 
that she had what it took to make it in the industry, but if she didn't know 
it and believe it herself, it would never work.

    As we talked, she fidgeted quite a bit. I guess it was part nervousness, 
part apprehension, and perhaps part alcohol. The hem of her dress was 
already high when she sat down, but as she moved around, it worked it's way 
even higher.  As she moved, I became very aware of why there were no lines 
showing through the material of her dress. It was because there was nothing 
there to make lines. She had on a bra, but nothing else. I know this for a 
fact because of a couple of moves she made that gave me a clear view. I 
don't think it was intentional, but of course, there is no way of knowing 
for certain. It might well have been, and naturally, I would like to believe 
that the show she was providing me was intended. I really believed it was 
intentional, especially when she shifted position, giving me a clear, 
unobstructed view up her dress, and then made no move to cover or reposition 
herself. She had to know what she was doing. I knew that she was drunk, but 
most women tend to 'guard' themselves when wearing short skirts and dresses, 
even when they are drunk. Especially when there is nothing there to hide the 
view. I was actually squirming a bit, and I think she was enjoying that. I 
kept my cool as best as possible, and continued to talk. Still, there was no 
way she could not have noticed the effect she was having on me.

     I finally got her to agree to give serious consideration to letting me do 
some test shots of her, and possibly even a portfolio. I noticed that she 
kept glancing around the room to check on Brad, and of course, every time 
she looked he was talking to one woman or another. I figured that he had 
pretty much written off Lori, and that as far as Lori was concerned, it was 
more than over between them. I can only imagine what would have happened had 
she seen what Brad and Amy had been doing on the deck.

    The party finally began to wind down, and by about three thirty everyone 
had gone, leaving only myself, Brad, and Lori at the house. I was still 
pretty wired from all the events of the evening, so I decided to sit down 
and have a quiet glass of wine before going to bed. Lori had disappeared 
into the bathroom, so I asked Brad if he wanted a glass of wine, and he 
accepted. I went ahead and poured one for Lori as well, just in case she 
wanted it. Brad asked me if I had anything for sleep, and I said sure. I 
always kept sleeping pills, as I found them particularly helpful in dealing 
with jet lag. I thought it was for him, but I soon learned that it wasn't.

     I gave him three pills, which he promptly crushed and put in Lori's wine 
glass. I had a suspicion what his plan was. I knew that Amy had not finished 
him out on the deck, and he had been talking to several very pretty women 
all evening after that. I also knew that the chances of Lori giving him any 
relief voluntarily were extremely slim. She was very pissed at him, and 
would have been even more pissed had she known about Amy. Without those 
pills, Brad was looking forward to a very hard night. (Sorry for the pun, 
but I couldn't resist.) Anyway, his plan was obvious to me, as it probably 
is to you.

    When Lori came out of the bathroom, she sat quietly and sipped the glass of 
wine, apparently not noticing anything wrong with the taste. Brad had gone 
to the bathroom as soon as Lori had come out. I took three sleeping pills, 
crushed them, and put them in Brad's wine glass, then carefully refilled it 
to the brim. I figured the both of them would be out quickly due to the 
combination of all the alcohol they had already had on top of the sleeping 
pills. When Brad came back, the silence in the room was truly deafening. 
Lori had absolutely nothing to say to Brad, and Brad appeared to be beyond 
the point of caring. I guess he already figured he would get what he wanted 
that night, then take Lori back to the City the next day and be done with 
her.

    My intentions for giving Brad the sleeping pills were, believe it or not, 
honorable. I knew full well what Brad's plan was, and since I had gotten to 
know Lori somewhat, and I knew Brad all too well, I had decided to throw a 
little monkey wrench into his plan. Lori deserved better than Brad, she knew 
it, he knew it, and I certainly knew it.

    Lori finished her wine first and went on to the bedroom. I poured another 
glass of wine for myself, and started picking up some of the mess from the 
party. Brad sat silently, sipping on his wine, and was no doubt waiting for 
Lori to get in bed and for the pills to take effect on her. Brad followed 
her about fifteen minutes later, stumbling quite a bit as he made his way 
across the room. The combination of alcohol and sleeping pills were having 
their impact on him. I waited a half hour before I went to check on them.

    They were both out cold as expected. Brad had made it to the bed, but just 
barely. He was passed out about halfway on and halfway off the bed. It 
looked like he had sat down to take his shoes off and had passed out after 
managing to get only one of them off. He was snoring peacefully. It looked 
to me to be an incredibly uncomfortable position, and if it had been anyone 
else I might have tried to rearrange him a little. Since it as Brad, though, 
and I was not any more pleased with his actions than Lori was, I elected to 
leave him as he was and let him suffer the pains of a backache along with 
the massive hangover I knew he would have when he finally did wake up.

    Lori was also passed out cold, as I knew she would be. I really can't say 
how much alcohol she had at the party, but I did know that the glass of wine 
and sleeping pill mixture alone was enough for a zonk out a much larger 
person. I knew that combined with however much alcohol she had at the party, 
it would take a major disruption to wake her.

    Apparently she had been far too out of it to worry about taking off her 
makeup before she went to bed. Since she was sleeping so soundly, it hadn't 
even smeared off, as she hadn't moved once her head hit the pillow. She was 
sleeping so peacefully, and I was struck by the fact that she was even more 
beautiful asleep than she was awake. Of course, that might have been the 
alcohol clouding my judgment a little bit. Alcohol has a tendency to do that 
sometimes.

    I started to turn and walk away, but I was struck by the idea that if her 
face was so much more beautiful when she was sleeping, her body must be as 
well. That thought sort of boggled my mind, as I was already very impressed 
with her build, and I couldn't imagine it looking even better. My mind 
flashed back to the brief moment I had seen her in a bikini. I glanced back 
at the bed and noticed that she was covered by a sheet all the way up to her 
shoulders. It was partly alcohol, partly curiosity, and I suppose, partly 
stupidity, that guided me to make my way to the other side of the bed. I 
just wanted a peek. I really hadn't intended on taking things any further 
than that. Brad would never know (or care, for that matter...), and she 
would never know.

    I lifted the sheet gently, and was a little bit surprised to see her 
sleeping in her bra. I can't really say what I expected her to be sleeping 
in, but I never figured it would be a bra. Then it occurred to me that she 
was probably too tired to change, and that she had no intention of wearing 
anything really sexy for Brad under the circumstances. Still, as I looked 
closer, I noticed that the bra was sort of semi see-through. Not completely. 
Just enough to make out the color change between her breasts and her 
nipples. Her breasts were obviously firm, and I wondered why she bothered 
with a bra at all. I was also a little surprised to notice that her nipples 
were popped up, and I wondered if it was the result of a dream she was 
having or if they were always that way.

    For the briefest second I considered covering her up and leaving the room, 
but of course, as is often the case, good sense and logic were over ruled by 
baser instincts. I folded the sheet down around her waist and reached for 
the fold to uncover her further. Her abdomen was amazingly firm and flat. I 
knew that already from briefly seeing her in a bikini, but at the time I had 
been too far away to see the tone and definition she had. She obviously 
spent some time working out. Not overly muscular or buffed, mind you, but 
just firm and toned.

    I pulled the sheet down to her feet in one fell swoop and stood back 
slightly to look at her. She had put on panties before going to bed. 
Surprisingly, she had taken the time to find and put on panties that matched 
her bra. They were made out of the same material as her bra, and was very 
slightly see through. I noticed they were darker where her pubic hair was, 
and it was pretty obvious that she trimmed for her bikini. She didn't seem 
to have a great deal of hair, but that could have been a result of the way 
she trimmed it. Her legs were slightly apart, which let me see just the hint 
of beginning of her slit formed in the cloth of her panties. Not really 
definite, of course, but just enough of a hint to give me a slight idea of 
what lay below. I suppose the alcohol was still pretty much in command, as 
it was only then that I noticed that I had grown painfully hard.

    Without giving it a thought, I placed my hand between her legs. It was sort 
of an automatic reaction. It was there before I even realized I had moved 
it. Not too surprisingly, though, I was in no hurry to move it away. I could 
feel her heat coming through the thin silkiness of her panties, warming my 
palm ever so slightly.

    My hand had landed in the perfect position so that my fingers were lying 
between her legs, and thus were perfectly aligned with her slit. I could 
feel it through the thin material of her panties, and in almost an automatic 
reaction, I flexed my fingers just a tiny bit, forcing the material of her 
panties slightly into her. There was no reaction, but then I hadn't expected 
any under the circumstances. I began to rub her a little bit with my 
fingers, and after a moment or two of this stimulation, she was noticeably 
wetter. Not enough at that point to consider anything more serious, but a 
positive reaction nonetheless.

    Feeling braver, I gently moved the crotch of her panties aside to give 
myself better access. I slipped my finger between her nether lips and rubbed 
near her entrance to get my finger dampened, then moved my hand higher to 
find her clit. Despite its small size, I located it easily, and began to 
massage it gently.  Passed out or not, it certainly had an effect on her.  
She was definitely getting moister, and even though her nipples had been 
popped up before, they had managed to become even more erect and prominent. 
I moved my hand lower again and slipped a finger inside her, slipping it up 
to the first knuckle. She was tremendously wet by now, and the heat was 
almost too intense to be comfortable. She was amazingly tight, and had a 
grip on my finger that made it difficult to move inside her.

    I managed to slip my finger deeper inside her, though, up to the second 
knuckle, and it was then that I noticed something fantastic going on. She 
was having some sort of mini convulsions inside her. She was actually 
massaging my finger with little ripples of her muscles. Sort of gripping and 
releasing, and even though it felt like a controlled reaction, I knew that 
it couldn't be. The effect was beyond belief. I knew then what I was going 
to do, and I knew it without question. I had to have her. If there had been 
any question about it before, there was certainly none now.

    I knew that this was dangerous territory, even though both she and Brad 
were well out of it at the moment. I mean, if either one or both of them 
woke up at the wrong moment, well, it would certainly not be a good thing 
for me. Still, as it many times does, alcohol does over rule good judgment, 
as does horniness, and both of those factors combined with a beautiful, 
passed out, semi-nude woman in front of you, well, it was an irresistible 
combination. At least it was for me.

    I pulled my finger out of her, and started working my way inside her with 
two fingers. In part, it was because I wanted to feel that same sensation 
with her filled a bit more, but looking back on it now, I know that it was 
just a variation on the old trick that high school guys used on dates, using 
two and then three fingers to open her up more so that she might not notice 
it as much when something bigger was placed inside her.

    After a fingering her for a few more seconds, I somewhat reluctantly moved 
my hand away from Lori, leaving the crotch of her panties aside. I opened my 
pants and took out my dick and balls, taking a moment to survey the 
situation one more time before I took any more action. Brad was still out of 
it in the same position he had been in when I entered the room. He hadn't 
moved so much as an eyelash. Likewise, Lori had not moved either.

    I moved Lori's legs further apart and got onto the bed with her, moving 
into position immediately. I was more than a little wary about placing my 
full weight on her, so I made every effort not to. I guided my hardness to 
her entrance, and rubbed the head of it along the length of her slit a few 
times, getting it wet and slick with her juices. I moved lower, and placed 
the head at her entrance. I paused for a moment, giving my self one last 
chance to call this off, although I knew that I wasn't going to. I pressed 
forward gently, and the head of my dick slipped between her lips. I paused 
there for a moment, waiting to get accustomed to the heat, then pressed 
forward gently, until I had half of my length inside her.

    The feeling was truly amazing. She was tremendously tight, even though I 
had stretched her out some with my fingers, and she still had her little 
muscle contractions going on. It took a great deal of discipline not to come 
inside her immediately. I withdrew almost completely out of her, then 
pressed forward again, going inside her full length this time, until my 
balls were resting against her. Again, I paused, enjoying the sensations. I 
had little doubt that she could make me come that way, without me ever 
having to make another move.  I could only try to imagine what she would be 
capable of if she were awake and involved.

    I pulled almost completely out of her, and then went full depth inside her 
once again. There was no stopping me now, and I began to repeat the process, 
gaining speed and intensity with each stroke. It was a balancing act in many 
ways. I didn't want to put my weight on her and take any additional chances 
of waking her. I also didn't want to move too hard or too fast for the same 
reasons. Still, I was so hot that it was difficult not to pound into her 
hard and fast. My orgasm was fast approaching, and I knew that it would not 
take very long of hard and fast fucking her until I unloaded inside her.

    I maintained my slower, steadier pace as long as I could, but I reached a 
point where it was no longer possible to do so. The rippling effect she had 
was more than I could handle. I began to thrust into her hard and fast, and 
the already extreme pressure that had been building in my balls increased to 
the point that it was impossible to hold back. I bottomed out inside her, 
placing the head of my dick at the entrance to her cervix, and my first shot 
blasted into her. I began to thrust again, and each time I bottomed out 
inside her, an additional shot of sperm blasted into her. I kept it up for 
far longer than I thought was possible, until I was literally and 
figuratively drained. It had been the most intense orgasm I could ever 
remember having.

    I pulled out of her and managed to stand by the bed even though I was very 
weak in the knees at the moment. I looked down at her, and could see that 
sperm was leaking out of her and creating a pool of on the bed between her 
legs. I had filled her to beyond capacity. I knew it had been a lot, but I 
hadn't realized it had been that much until I saw it leaking out of her. I 
moved the crotch of her panties back into place, although I don't really 
know why I did. There would be no question in her mind when she woke up that 
she had been fucked, so putting them back in place would not have made any 
difference. I guess in the back of my mind I was thinking that maybe that 
would stop her from leaking, and would retain more of my come inside her. I 
fastened my pants and started making my way to the door. I had gone about a 
dozen steps when I heard the sheets rustle a little bit. My first thought 
was "Oh, SHIT!".

    I took a quick glance over my shoulder and saw that Lori was moving, so I 
increased my pace towards the door. I ducked out the door, but couldn't 
close it all the way because I didn't want to make the noise required to 
close it. I stayed in the hallway outside the door, watching through the 
crack to see what was going to happen. I knew that if Lori got up, I could 
easily pop into the room across the hall before she managed to get to the 
door. I knew I was relatively safe from detection. Part of me wanted to get 
the hell out of there, but another part was very curious about what Lori's 
reaction was going to be when she woke enough to figure out what had 
happened.

    Lori stirred around a little, but only enough to reposition herself and go 
back to sleep. I had pulled it off undetected. I slipped away from the door, 
and went to the kitchen to get something cold to drink. I had quite a 
workout, and needed to calm down a little bit to combat some of the affects 
of the adrenaline rush I had just been through. I was in the kitchen for 
perhaps thirty minutes, then decided it was time for me to get some sleep as 
well. I started back toward the master bedroom, and on the way had to pass 
the room where Brad and Lori were sleeping. I peeked inside, and nothing had 
changed. Brad and Lori were both in the same position that they had been in 
when I had left the room. I made my way down the hall and went to bed.

    It was about ten when I woke up the next morning. As usual, I didn't bother 
to get dressed. My routine was to take a quick shower, put on my bathrobe, 
then go to the kitchen to make coffee and find some coffee cake or sweet 
roles for breakfast while I read the paper. I usually ended up getting 
dressed in the early afternoon, as my days tended to last well into the 
night.

    I had planned on looking in on Brad and Lori when I passed their room on 
the way to the kitchen. The door was still slightly ajar, but I had fought 
the urge to look in. I didn't want to take the risk that one or both of them 
might be awake. If they were, I would have a lot of explaining to do about 
why I was peeking into their room.

    I had just got the coffee started and was getting ready to microwave some 
coffee cake when I heard a noise. It wasn't a loud noise. Just enough to get 
my attention. I went to investigate, knowing that since it was only Brad, 
Lori, and myself in the house, the noise had to be coming from their room.

    I made my way quietly down the hall. The door was still ajar, so I peeked 
in. Everything appeared to be normal at first. Lori was sound asleep on her 
side, and Brad was on his side next to her. It was then that I noticed that 
Brad was moving under the covers. He wasn't asleep. He was making quick, 
jerky movements,  and he no doubt had his cock buried deep inside Lori. He 
began to thrust into her harder and faster, and I knew he must be nearing 
his climax.  The problem was that Lori was beginning to wake up. Once she 
woke up enough to realize what was happening, she glanced behind her and saw 
that  Brad was screwing her. She was pissed, to say the least. She tried to 
move away from him and dislodge his pounding dick, and was yelling at him as 
she did. "Brad! DAMMIT! LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OFF ME!"

    His reaction, of course, was to hold on to her tighter and redouble his 
efforts. He was obviously too close to climax to stop now. Her struggles 
only seemed to make things better for him, and he pounded into her harder 
and faster than I thought was humanly possible. He jammed fully inside her 
and tensed, pausing in his thrusting, and I knew that the first shot of his 
sperm had just gone inside her. After a brief pause, he began pumping into 
her again, and I knew that each additional thrust he made planted more of 
his seed deep inside her.

    There was little she could do until he was finished, although she did try. 
As soon as he had finished, though, he relaxed his grip on her, and she 
immediately twisted away from him. She rolled over to face him, and in the 
same instant she slapped him. "You ASSHOLE!!" she said, "Are you TRYING to  
get me PREGNANT!?! I have NEVER let you come inside me unprotected, and now 
you have done it! I had already decided that I never wanted to see you 
again, and now you deliberately try to get me PREGNANT!! Do you think that 
if you knock me up, I'll stay with you!?!? Is THAT your plan!?!?"

    Brad, being always the one to say the right thing at the right time (Not!) 
said "Look, Lori, it was really your fault. You should have had your 
diaphragm in. Hell, I was so horny from seeing you last night you should 
have known this was going to happen. Once I got started, there was no way I 
could stop. Besides, how was I supposed to know you didn't have your 
diaphragm in? It's less than a fifty-fifty chance that you will get pregnant 
from one time unprotected anyway, so it really should be okay, right?"

    That was a stupid statement, even coming from Brad. Lori, of course, wasn't 
buying it. She had passed the "mad" stage long ago, and I am not even sure a 
word exists to describe the level of rage she was at with Brad at the 
moment. I went on down the hall, and didn't listen in to any more of that 
discussion. I knew that it was one that Brad would never win. I didn't think 
he would even try.

    Of course, Brad had never been a very good student anyway, and math wasn't 
one of his strong points. His fifty-fifty comment didn't make the least 
amount of sense when you thought about it The odds had to be a lot higher 
than that under normal circumstances, or so I would think. Then, when you 
consider that Lori had been inseminated not once, but twice, while 
unprotected, and by two different men who had each flooded her to 
overflowing, well the odds certainly had to be higher. Not being a 
mathematician myself, of course, but it would seem that if she did end up 
pregnant, it would have been the first load that did it, and not the second.

    Sadly, I never saw Lori again. Brad showed back up at my place a couple of 
weekends later with another woman, one that was not even remotely in the 
same league as Lori had been. I did ask him about Lori a few months later, 
using the excuse that I wanted to contact her about possibly doing a photo 
shoot for me. He said that she had not spoken to him since they had been at 
my place, and that she had moved and changed her phone number, so he had no 
way to contact her at all.

    I didn't pursue the matter with him any further, but I did regret that I 
hadn't gotten some contact information from her when I had the chance. I 
wondered what had happened to her, and to this day, I still think she would 
have had a great future as a model.

    Brad, of course, never changed. Probably never will.