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Anne in training (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

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Heath was just sitting around looking at porn on the internet and watching his girlfriend Anne sleep on the couch. Anne was pretty hot, similar in size and look to the actress Anne Hathaway, a girl next door type.

Heath was into some pretty crazy porn and he had yet to tell Anne any of it. It made him pretty nervous, open up and maybe lose her or just keep his mouth shut and keep banging her like crazy every which way he could think of.

But he knew time was running out, he had a deadline and unless he found someone else he would have to tell her soon. How though? Maybe let her stumble on something accidently. That might be the way.

He downloaded some water sports videos, pretty light weight ones, just enough to get Anne curious to maybe ask without freaking her out too much. They had only been together 2 weeks but hey she was his girlfriend, they are supposed to please right?

Well he figured he would find out.

He left the vids on the desktop and went to work, laying a blanket over the sleeping Anne, before he head off to work.
 
Anne slept on the couch, exhausted by the most amazing evening with her new boyfriend, Heath. He was her boyfriend, right? He seemed crazy about her, put up with the fact she had to wait tables some evenings. He tolerated that she'd needed to study for a test on their third date and they'd spent it here at his place going over her notes and kissing like fools. Why was he putting up with this? He was older than her 20 years, established, so amazingly together and sure of himself. Why would he want to be around a pain in the ass like her, when even her own parents wouldn't put up with her, and every previous boyfriend had kicked her to the curb as soon as they found something she wouldn't give them? Sure, Anne knew she was pretty, maybe even stunning if some of her past jerk boyfriends were to be believed. But long dark hair and big expressive brown eyes and a tall slender figure her friends in high school seemed so jealous of, all that only went so far -- in her whole life all her looks had attracted were awful boyfriends who just wanted to see how much they could take from her before they broke her heart. She felt unlovable, and yet still he was here, with her. Her boyfriend. It was her best sleep in years, ever maybe, even if it was only on his couch rather than his bed. But maybe someday.

She woke and found he'd gone. Had he slept? She remembered them lying here together, his hands all over her, their bodies intertwined in gloriously complicated ways. She could still feel his touch on her skin, his lips still making her own tingle at the thought of his kiss. Where was he? And where did the blanket... Anne smiled, her heart warmer than she could remember it being. He was so sweet, she didn't deserve him. But she had him, she. Heath really wanted her.

"Heath!? You here?" No response. She looked at the clock. Morning. He must have gone to work. She still wanted to know more about that. His success fascinated her, but she was afraid of coming off as a gold digger so she didn't pry, but she couldn't help spinning off little fantasies of him in a board room commanding other successful men, or leading a group of engineers or something equally impressive. The thought he was probably doing that right now, his blanket still across her mostly naked body, made her shiver with renewed desire for him.

Anne had an hour until her morning class, only one that day, and then a short lunch shift at the diner. She wanted to skip it but her dad was already put out with her enough having agreed to let her work there in the first place, she couldn't afford a mistake with him. They had talked about dinner this evening. Anne would happily spend every evening with him, just worried he would find her clingy and run. But he had hinted at it, and he'd even told her where he kept the spare key -- under the third planter in the window sill outside. She could finish her shift and get back with some groceries and make him a fancy surprise dinner before he got back from work. It could be a 2 week anniversary dinner -- was that too much? She hoped not.

She got up and sat down at his computer after finding her panties discarded at the door, remembering how he'd taken them off her practically as soon as they got in. She smiled as she sat, the blanket still around her bare shoulders and lit up his computer. He'd showed her the password on a slip of paper a few nights earlier, and she was still so pleased he trusted her with it. It was like he was the perfect antidote to every sick and twisted abusive or negligent boyfriend she'd had in the past 4 years. She'd felt like already 20 she was doomed to a life of losing at love. But then she'd met Heath.

The password worked and she went to bring the browser up so she could check her email to make sure she hadn't missed any homework from the class she'd left early the previous evening to meet him for their dinner date. The browser popped up and Anne gasped her hand covering her mouth in shock and horror at the sight of the disgusting porn that suddenly appeared. Naked girls, men peeing in toilets, on the girls, men holding the girls by the hair and forcing them to lick the toilets... what was this? She clicked on one of the links and immediately regretted it. The video started and Anne stabbed desperately for the mute button. A girl kneeling next to the toilet, holding a man's cock, her own head over the toilet looking back at him while she...

Anne looked away, then turned it off. This had to be a mistake. Anne knew about computer viruses and web hijackings or whatever. Some sort of spam email. But her heart was pounding, the possibility this was something Heath was doing too difficult for her to consider, and yet her heart couldn't help it. He had given her the password. So it had to be some computer glitch, he would never do this after *inviting* her to look at his computer whenever she wanted, right? He had meant she could look when she wanted? Was she snooping? Was she breaking the trust he gave her.

Anne's brain chased it's own tail, and she sat in a daze, closing page after page of horrible sites filled with pictures and videos of girls being abused by men peeing on them, making them do things no girl would ever do, no way.

Finally she just shut the computer down, regretting she even touched it. Could she just pretend she never saw it? If it was a glitch, he wouldn't know, wouldn't know how many pages she had closed. Ohh, she moaned with frustration at the pickle she felt herself in, pining for some way to keep his trust, keep the perfection of the previous evening and the way she'd woken just minutes earlier.

She managed to dress, not even going back to her teeny apartment, just grabbing a little breakfast and hurrying straight to class. She went through the day in a daze. After class and a quick stop in her little place for lunch and a change of clothes her shift at Dad's diner was a mess as she botched three orders and dropped a bowl of Caesar's Salad. Dad was furious and his words still stung as she shopped for groceries for the dinner, as she used the key to get back in to Heath's place, as she cooked up a light stir fry with beef instead of chicken because that's what Heath liked. She was close to tears as she set the table perfectly, trying not to feel so miserable with how the day had gone, the day that was supposed to have been perfect. The door unlocked and opened, and she looked up from fussing over the napkins at the table. Anne tried with all her might to bring her mood back to the way it had been the night before.

"Heath... um... honey, you're home. I... I missed you and j-just, uh, thought I'd make a.... a... make dinner for us." it was all wrong. How could she fix it. How could she turn back time 24 hours and unsee what she'd seen, undo her snooping, and pretend this day never happened with even her dad coming down on her yet again. "How was your day?" It was wrong all wrong. She couldn't pretend, not with Heath, not if she wanted it to be real and honest between them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I snooped on your computer but you left the password and I had to check my mail and you said I could use it and I just didn't realize..." She was babbling, she could feel it but she couldn't stop. "Well, I just, I think you have a virus or something. I opened the browser and there were all these sites there, sites I'm sure you didn't... well, they were just... they had to be fake, trick photography or something because it was porn only worse, you know? Can we get your computer fixed?" She desperately hoped he would just nod and say he was already working on it.
 
The plan had worked, she made her come to him about it. He had spent the day at work thinking about whether it would work or not. Of course there was also the chance that she would just run away and never come back.

Heath was always fascinated by extreme sexual acts, not so much for the acts themselves but what made people do them, especially the victim. Even and maybe especially "porn stars" he never called them actresses, an actress pretends to do something a porn star does them for real. No acting involved.

Anyway, what makes a woman decide to do extreme porn over normal stuff, surely it's not the money, the money wasn't much different. It must be something else. Something deeper than money alone.

Heath worked in middle management, 30 years old, an average manager who got to where he was because those around him were dumber than he was, he didn't see himself as anything special, this made him rather difficult to manipulate, Anne saw him as some kind of God, I guess given she was 20, working as a waitress he was rather different to her.

From what she had told him, her previous boyfriends were stoner type losers, happy to eat for free at her dad's diner and fuck her pretty face.

Heath really liked Anne, but at the same time when he had met her, he knew pretty soon she had all the hallmarks of the perfect victim. He considered finding some low rent hooker but that wouldn't be the same and it wouldn't work, it had to be someone "real" preferably pretty in that girl next door kind of way.

And now, here she was desperately trying to believe against all hope that the images on the computer was a mistake a virus anything but her darling Heath being into smut.

Heath took a couple of seconds before he answered. He really liked Anne, but also knew he had to manipulate her.

"For fucks sake! I have just come home and you are already on at me about some porn on my computer! I like watching women get pissed on is that a fucking crime" he semi yelled, knowing she would blame herself.
 
Anne was so uncomfortable, feeling more and more awkward as he let the seconds tick by, more convinced she had made a huge mistake. But then she was sure of it. The look on his face, the tone of betrayal in his words as he yelled at her for the first time in their relationship. She felt like she was going to stumble, leaning back against the fancy wood chair to help support her as she absorbed what he was saying.

First she covered her face, hating the feeling of his anger, hating the heat washing over her. She felt sick that everything had been going so well, and somehow she'd managed to make a mess of it again, as if she was doomed to pick losers or screw up any good relationship in her life. "I... no! It's not... a crime." Her words felt so lame in her own mouth. "Please, can we just talk about it? I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have been snooping. I do trust you I wasn't trying to... I just... but... I mean it's... is it even porn? I don't understand?" She was almost slumped down in the chair feeling so miserable. The guilt for having pried was tearing at her heart, and his anger felt like it put her heart in a frying pan. And she still didn't understand.

Her mouth moved as she looked at his stern, wounded expression, making her feel worse that he came home from a hard day and just two seconds in this is what happened, that she couldn't even wait until dinner, and then to ask like a normal girl, like an understanding girlfriend who actually cared and wanted to work it out. She had been down these paths too many times already, and still she seemed determined to sprain her ankle every time in the same potholes.

"I'm not judging you, Heath. I'm sorry. I... Please forgive me. I didn't mean it like that. I was just surprised and confused. Why would people even do that? I thought you, I thought you loved me? I thought you..." She stopped herself from using words like normal, words that would sound judgemental, words that would make this a fight she would lose no matter what happened, either lose him or lose the argument. Why did it have to be an argument every time? Why couldn't this time be different? What if Heath was different? He was wasn't he?

"I'm just not so experienced. You're so mature and you just know things and what you want and I love that about you, but sometimes its hard because I just... I didn't mean to sound upset. It's ok, it was my fault. I just thought I was, I just thought I was what you wanted." Don't push him away, please don't pull away Heath. She looked up at him with moist eyes, aching to be held like last night, for him to reassure her how much she meant, and that other stuff meant nothing compared to her.
 
Heath realised it was time to play good cop bad cop, except he was playing both roles. He started off majoring in Psych at college, he learnt a bit about these techniques, he knew a guy who actually joined the army and became an interrogator, so many techniques to get someone to do what you want them to. He had just employed the "fear up" tactic, this was when you incite fear in someone, Anne's fear was her past and that it would repeat itself, she was scared that he would kick her out or it would turn to an argument so that is what he played on when she confronted him so accusingly when he walked in.

Now, to play some good cop, or "fear down", time to reassure her, to explain a little.

"Oh Anne" he held her in his arms and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Let's sit down, what a great meal you made." He took a bite of the stir fry, it was quite good.

"You know I love you, I just like to see certain things, and well, I couldn't treat you like that" lets play this out as me complimenting and honouring her, this would work, he thought to himself.

"And you are what I want baby, but a man needs variety, I like to look at this stuff, it's no big deal" subtle guilt applied.

He looked at her and held her hand.
 
Anne looked up at him from the chair as he approached, fighting an instinct inside her to flinch or flee. Heath was different. When he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, she melted against his chest, her arms around him, fighting off tears of relief. She sniffed back the sadness and wiped her eyes casually trying to act like nothing was wrong as he bent over and sampled the dinner right there. Anne couldn't keep her mouth from a wide smile at the way he enjoyed the food, wanting to sit down and eat, like there was still a chance her best intentions could work out after all. She never meant to upset him, just to understand him. Isn't that what couples did?

She watched him take a seat opposite him, feeling her pounding heart subside only slowly, smiling again at the way he spoke of loving her too, the reassurance wrapping her heart in a comfortable warmth every bit as thoughtful as the blanket from the previous night. Heath really was different.

He offered his broad hand and Anne slipped her slender fingers into his big grip, that same electric sensation of touching him back again. He squeezed as he told her she was what he wanted and she squeezed back, the comment about variety passing almost unnoticed at first, the relief to be back to normal with Heath so overpowering Anne couldn't stand to let anything get in the way.

She picked at her food a bit, not so hungry, more interested in watching him eat, in hearing little things about his day. She tried briefly to explain her day, but the whole thing was so colored by the whole porn video thing, by his need for variety, that she couldn't describe it without bumping into all sorts of hot buttons she was afraid to press. She just nodded and said her day was nice, and nothing special.

The bean sprouts swirled around her plate as she slowly moved her food around without actually eating it, staring at it and then looking back at him. Finally the little nip of the word variety she was trying so hard to ignore turned into a full nibble, and then a big bite right out of her heart. "Heath? I... You mentioned variety... I... don't... don't... do you mean I'm not... I'm not enough? I mean... I..." How to put it without seeming controlling or insanely possessive or demanding, like the shrew one of her exe's had called her. "I just mean, I don't want you to feel like being with me makes you unhappy?" She couldn't help phrasing he anxious sentence like the question it really was. Was she enough for him? "I know you love me, but, but you still need more... variety?" She kept her voice as calm as possible, telling herself she was mature now, that she had learned from mistakes, that this time she would be in a relationship, one that worked both ways, for both of them. If he was happy, then she could be happy. But was she making him happy? She had thought so, but now this.
 
He smiled at her. A kind smile.

"Babe, I don't need anyone but you, I wouldn't want to be with anyone else, it is not that kind of variety. I just like to see certain things, it fascinates and excites me."

He got up and walked to the couch. He patted his knee.

"Come here baby, sit in my lap"

She did as he said.

"Now, what would you like to know about those videos?" he said smiling at her. He knew she was on the hook.
 
Anne was so relieved that he didn't get upset with her question, that they were talking about this like two adults who cared about each other rather than two bickering children the way it seemed to always go. She watched him settle into the couch, looking so calm and mature she couldn't help feeling herself dragged along in his gravity. When he patted his knee, and called her to him, it gave her a feeling of warmth, wanting to be close to him again.

Getting up from the chair, she smoothed down her cotton skirt back to mid-thigh. She approached him and then turned to settle herself across his lap, an arm around his neck and shoulders and the other lightly on his chest, her fingers playing . She leaned into him, but far enough from the center of his chest that she could still see his eyes. Her feet dangled, her sports shoes bouncing lightly but reassuringly against the side of his leg. It felt good. Like makeup hug, if there was such a thing.

His question forced a deep uncomfortable breath out of her. She found it difficult to look at him while she answered, easier to snuggle in closer to him so it would be harder for him to be annoyed with her, feeling her body against him.

It was like talking to his chest, which she would have kind of enjoyed if she wasn't so nervous. Her voice as almost a whisper, almost afraid to talk about something like this out loud, afraid she would offend him, afraid of how she could relate to what she'd seen. "Heath, I... I don't understand... how... what is the appeal of that? Lot's of guys look at, I don't know, girl's in swimsuits or naked or whatever, or even couples having sex, heck, sure, even like, spanking or handcuffs and stuff like that." She knew about the spanking for sure. "But this? It's not even real? I mean, it's like they get this fake stuff and pretend to pee and... I guess you could admire the acting, but, how is that, how does that turn you on?" Maybe it was just seeing naked girls wet? But then why not just girls at the beach? She just couldn't wrap her head around it. She gave his chest a soft kiss, hoping he would know she just wanted to understand.
 
He understood her questions and concerns, he once was quite skittish and cynical about it as well. He thought about how much he liked her once again and how it broke his heart to have to manipulate her.

"Thanks for wanting to talk about it Anne, it means so much to me. So many others have just dumped me, you know. Well except for one, she was pretty cool with it." Establishing himself as a victim and also appealing to her inner victim.

"Well it is very real, they really are pissing on the girls, I'm not sure why the girls like it but it fascinates me, it would be pretty intimate I imagine, allowing themselves to be used like that. It just excites me I guess, but don't worry, I would never expect you to do it or anything. The last thing I want is to lose you over this."
 
Anne felt herself relaxing ever so slightly in his lap as he answered her so calmly, as if *she* was somehow doing *him* a favor, when she couldn't help feeling she was being a pain in his butt even if the stuff was kind of gross. He probably found her romance novels gross, probably wondered what she saw in them.

She felt the corner of her mouth tighten a little as she slowly came to grips with the fact she was in the arms of the same man she'd loved this morning, the same man who loved her. She even felt a little closer to him, like they'd shared something difficult and come through it -- together. Despite her difficult day and all the anxiety, Anne actually felt better, stronger about them as a couple, that they could talk about something like this -- that she could!

And on top of that all, she really felt she could sympathize with a side of him now that she'd never imagined. Heath? Dumped? "I'm so sorry, Heath, that there were girls, or women, I mean that dumped you over something like this. I know what it's like to get dumped for something really unfair. I'm sorry I... well, I wasn't old enough sooner so I could have been your girlfriend instead of them and then neither one of us would have gotten dumped!" She laughed softly, still against his chest, feeling his heart beating under her hand.

Anne listened, brushing her hair back behind an ear and putting her hand back over his heart as he tried to explain about it to her. "Well, I don't know. It's not like it's anything I ever would have imagined, you know, but, well, you're fascinated by me... I hope... so I guess if you're fascinated by something I should give it a little leeway, right? I just can't believe, I mean, to really do that, that goes beyond intimate, I think." She trailed off into silence, not knowing what else to say.

He didn't expect her to do this thing, which was a relief. Anne tried to let the relief seep through her and loosen her nervous muscles. He didn't want to lose her over this thing that fascinated him, that he didn't care if she did. Which was good.

She leaned up and nibbled his neck, right at the edge, where her lips could feel the stubble on his jaw and she could just sense his pulse, and then whispered, "so, did you want some dessert?" Anne shifted in his lap and pressed more of her body to him, wanting to make sure he was fascinated. His fascination was supposed to belong to her.
 
He explained to her how hard it was that he had been dumped by women over this, he told Anne how happy it made him that he could speak to her about it.

He laughed when she said if she could have been older they both could have been spared a lot of heart ache.

"Dessert would be great, what were you thinking?" he said not entirely sure if she was offering herself as dessert or an actual dessert.

"Babe, there is a errr.. live broadcast on soon, I would really like to watch it, would you like to watch it with me?" He figured keep pushing her, don't let the topic go cold so soon.
 
Anne had indeed been offering herself, and tried to make it clear to him in ways other than words, by putting his hand on her leg, under her skirt. It felt so good and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to respond. He started to but then he stopped, talking about a live broadcast.

She practically gasped, but she could see in his eyes it was important. She had no idea what it was, one of those sports things? She took a breath and tried to clear her head, tried to be a good girlfriend. "Well, ok, you can watch whatever it is, but only if you promise I can stay in your lap and you'll play with me too, not just your game." She would have said he had to kiss her with every goal or point or touchdown but she couldn't keep them straight. "Of course I want to watch with you."
 
"You are the best Annie you know that!" I give you a deep long passionate kiss.

"I love you honey, I promise that if you aren't into it, you will never have to watch with me again ok"

I look very happy and excited, I can see you are excited as well.

I get the laptop and log in, I find the site. You see a dungeon setting, a girl is led on, she has a collar and leash around her neck, she is young maybe 18-20, slim, small tits and bum. She has clothes on a short tarten skirt and white blouse. The man leading her on is much older maybe mid 30's, she is told to kneel and she does.

"This is the first time I am watching one live" I exclaim excitedly. "You are so awesome, best girlfriend ever!"

Then a man approaches and hands her a large bowl, she holds it under her chin, another man comes up and removes himself from his pants and begins to urinate on her, she drinks some, but alot dribbles down her chin and face into the bowl she is holding, then another man comes up and does the same.

She does two more and then pours the liquid over herself.

The broadcast ends.

"I am so hot now babe" I push you on your back and pound you furiously but deeply, you are surprised by how quickly and powerfully you cum.

We fall asleep in each others arms. We don't care as tomorrow is Saturday we can be careless and just fade away together on the couch.
 
I sit in your lap, snuggled up happily, feeling your hand firm on my leg and watch as you set up the laptop. I can be patient, I know I can, especially for you. I already sat through more than my share of football matches, bringing beers and chips to a couple ex boyfriends and their pals. Dutiful girlfriend I can be, but this is more than that. We just feel so close, in a way that feels totally new to me, something deeper than I've felt before. I want to share your interests, be a part of your life and not just a chip-fetching accessory.

The page loads and suddenly I blink. Before the video even starts I can tell it's not sports. It makes me squirm on your lap a little, slightly uncomfortable, but my bottom squirming on you just seems like it encourages you, the way you kiss me so deeply, I can't help but kiss you back to until I'm practically breathless. Your passion stuns me a bit, and I definitely like it, even if it takes something a little strange to bring out such a strong reaction. And then you're so earnest with me, making sure to get eye contact and telling me I won't have to watch again if I don't like it, and I just trust you. I shake my head and then nod, not sure which means what but just going along with a smile.

I'm definitely a little tense to be doing this, but you're right here with me. We're sharing the experience, and that's good, I'm part of your life, of what intrigues you. And I just know you're such a good man who cares about me so there's no problem. The video starts and my eyes go wide. This one is even... darker... than some of the others I'd caught a peek at before, when I made the mistake of "snooping" -- but then I was doing it alone, now we were together.

The dungeon, the collar and leash around the pretty young girl's neck makes her look kind of sympathetic and trapped, but she's dressed so normally it seems strange, almost like it's just part of her life. The man leading her on the leash is older, and I can't help noticing they are a little like you and me, but I don't say anything as I watch the way she kneels when he tells her to.

You are leaning in and I can feel how hard you under me, poking up into me. Even over the somewhat muted sounds of the movement on screen I can hear how happy this is making you, and it kind of thrills me that it's as important to you that I'm doing this with you as it is to me. Me, your best girlfriend ever. I feel myself getting that familiar squishy happy feeling inside, my nipples getting hard even as I see the bowl she has to hold up and the older man with his pants down start to pee on her. I'm kind of disgusted inside, maybe revolted, but what I feel most is your arms around me, your excitement, and it almost lets me see them with your eyes. I can see the way some gets in the girls mouth and some runs down her chin and into the bowl. I can't help feeling so bad for the girl going through it and I can only assume she loves him as much as I love you.

But then a second man comes up and pees on her too, soaking her blouse and her hair and running down her face into the bowl. I'm still turned on thinking of loving a man that much, but now I'm confused. Does she love them both? How can she let another man do this? If she loves the first, if he loves her, then how could they allow this other man to do such a thing if its an expression of love? But I can feel your hips moving under me and I can tell you are reacting powerfully to something about the scent, and I'm turned on too and aching to hear your thoughts.

She picks up the bowl over her head and I'm cringing even before she pours it, watching the poor girl, how she must be suffering as that whole bowl full of pee pours all over her. I can't help shivering in sympathy with the girl, thinking how much I love you and wondering how much she loves him, how much love played into that at all, and what you saw in it. But the video isn't even over yet and you're already lifting me off your lap, pressing me back onto the couch. This time, for the first time, you're not gentle or patient. This is urgent and powerful and overwhelming. I feel you reach under my skirt, ripping my panties free, and the hooking your elbows under my knees and streching me back so I'm so totally exposed to you. I feel like whispering wait wait wait to you, to make sure I'm ready, but I realize with surprise that I'm incredibly ready, my hips already pressing for you as I feel you so thick right against me. You drive into me and I scream with a pleasure I hadn't expect at all. It is rough, brutal almost. A taking, and I'm completely yours. You fill me completely and drive me to the heights until we cry out together and you pump me again and again, filling me with your love.

I lay, holding on to you tightly, my emotions swirling in my head as I feel your breathing slow, my own heart pounding. My mind wanders around and around what just happened, but I can't deny it was incredible. I just hope that the passion you felt was for me, and not just for the image of what you saw on screen. I can't express it though. I just hold you and whisper to you how much I love you, until you fall asleep next to me right there, our bodies pressed together. I lay, listening to you breathe, and it is awhile before my thoughts can arrange themselves enough in my head that I can sleep in your arms, not stirring the whole night.
 
I wake up and youa re still in my arms, you are waking a little too now.

"Good Morning Beautiful" I say in a tone you have never heard before, it seems richer, warmer and less restrained like a huge weight has been lifted from me.

"Last was amazing huh? Do you need to talk about any of it? How did it make you feel? Let's have an open discussion about all of it and then I want to take you to an expensive breakfast in some swanky hotel and I want to buy you stuff, lots, of stuff, I am just so happy that I don't have to hide anything from you anymore Annie" I say with a smile that you have never seen before.

"So just let me make some coffee for us and then we'll talk ok, that outfit she was wearing was pretty hot huh? Loved it when it was all wet and see through"

I make the coffee still animated as ever, and we sit down.

"So Annie, go ahead, I can see your mind racing, let the questions and comments rip"
 
I rouse from my sleep and it's the most beautiful way to wake up, still in your arms, seeing the way you look at me, your smile, like I am your most perfect creature. You seem so happy and I can't help thinking last night had something to do with it, all of the talk, watching the video together, and then, how intense the lovemaking, the way you just had to have me taking my breath away even remembering it.

I nod, yes totally amazing. I'm a little slow to talk about it, feeling like I might be blushing the slightest bit. But the more you seem so free and completely open with me, the happier I am with what has happened. And the way you smile at me, I smile back at you with every bit the same pleasure.

"I'd love breakfast and... something fancy would be... wonderful." I wonder if it will be like I sometimes pictured, but for breakfast it wouldn't be all fancy dress, but still, I love the idea. Like prom, only for real, and not so stupid. Elegant, together. "But you don't have to buy me Heath, don't have to buy me stuff." Unless you want to of course. But I don't want you to think I'm with you for anything like that.

The smell of coffee draws me like a zombie and I sit down at the table with you. I'm a little nervous, but you seem so comfortable and really interested in my reaction, like you enjoyed sharing it with me, not like the one time I stumbled across a boyfriend "enjoying" porn and he told me to get the hell out. You are so different.

So I try a sip of coffee and take a deep breath, looking in your eyes. That helps. "Ok, well, I was a little nervous about it for sure. It's just so, you know, how can you not put yourself in her position, just think about what it's like, what she's going through. Or, well, I guess you're a guy so maybe its different, I don't know. But it's hard for me as a girl to watch it. Especially cuz she was younger than the guy... just like me and you, you know?" I stared at my cup for a few seconds after that one before I can look back in your eyes.

"I just... I want to know why you think she did it. I could see if she loved him as much as I love you, like she would give him anything, maybe, maybe it would make sense. But then the second guy... she can't love them both! Did she love either one of them? How could she submit to that? And if he loved her... how... ?" I couldn't even imagine it. "I mean, think about how much we love each other... could you even let another man do something like that to me? Forget about you for a second. Could you seriously call that love?"

But he had been so turned on. I honestly didn't have a clue how he felt about it, and I wanted so badly to hear his thoughts too.
 
"My love, I know I don't have to buy your love, but I want to spoil you, I am so happy today, I want to shower you in gifts" I say kneeling at your side the way men do when the propose, I am even holding your hand.

I decide to play on the love theme to answer your questions, you seem unable to seperate love and sex, I think it endearing and sweet, I have fallen for you so many times now. I hate this but if I want to keep my body parts I have to see it through.

"Well my love, maybe she loves them both as friends, maybe she wanted to do it for them because they like doing that and she wanted to help them out. It's quite possible as well that she gets turned on by it, I mean it is full on but that can be exciting, doing something scary and intense, I mean look at how I overpowered and fucked you last night, you liked that right? Being pissed on can be the same for some women that rush."

I stop and look at you processing.

"I can imagine it was a bit weird they were like us but that made it hot as well right? And no, I wouldn't even do that to you myself let alone let anyone else do it! I just want to watch it from time to time and sometimes imagine it is me doing the pissing"

I don't want to ask you to do it, I want you to ask me. Feeling like I have planted enough seeds now, I ask..

"Anymore questions honey, ask anything you like, say anything you like, I hope you love me for a long time to come and I don't want there ever to be anything we can't say to each other"
 
The memory of last night's lovemaking is still strong, and it really was great. Is that how the girl felt being pissed on? I shudder at the thought, trying to imagine feeling so possessed and wanted, while a stream of hot piss is running down my chin, and I shudder again. The memory of last night is still so strong, I can still feel your cock pounding inside me, stretching me, your body covering mine and pressing me down, and its so hard to separate those feelings and try to understand what you are saying about the pissing at the same time. A rush. Like that?

"Hot? They were like us, and I still remember it, it made a really strong impression on me, but hot?" How to explain how turned on I got, how ready I was for you. "I don't know, maybe, in some weird way maybe, I don't know." The way you're looking at me and talking about this is getting me hot again, the way your eyes just focus on me like every little movement of my face fascinates you, it's getting me so damned hot again. This is what I wanted, to be part of your fascination, and I feel my heart fluttering, thinking maybe this is how the girl felt, maybe that is what you meant. How important she was at that moment to those two men. But two men?

I shake my head. "Heath, I love you so much, I..." The way you're on your knee looking up at me makes my heart race and I can't quite understand why, but I feel so warm inside. "I love you so much, you know that?" I never want you to stop looking at me like this, want to feel your amazing focus and attention on me forever. "I would do anything for you." I look down, my mind still spinning around ideas, identifying with the poor girl and what they did to her, how awful it was, what she was willing to go through for him. Did the man appreciate it? But two men? "But for you, you know? I just..." What was I saying? "Just you." I want you to kiss me so badly, want to close even this tiny gap between us and feel you become a part of me again.
 
I look at you, I can see that you might be close to asking if we can try this new strange sex play. I want to prompt you but I know that I can't, you have to get there yourself, you have to offer it to me.

I kiss your hand "It's ok baby, it's ok" I say almost reading your mind and seeing the turmoil whirling around inside you.

"Time to start getting ready for our day out and our fancy breakfast, what do you think?" I get up and go shower, while I am showering you hear my email go off, "Romantic piss girls NEW VIDEO"

I get out of the shower, dressed nicely in jeans and a shirt, "Well your turn honey, can't wait to spoil you"
 
You kiss my hand, so chivalrous my heart should soar, but my lips feel left out and leave me wanting something more. As you rise and head to the shower, getting ready "to spoil" me, I sit and feel your absence. We were together so completely for the last 10 or 12 hours, so in synch. I learned about you. We learned about each other, and grew closer, and now I sit and stare at the table, not ready to leave the house yet, to go out into traffic and crowds where society and expectation separate us again. Just having you get up and walk away leaves me feeling just slightly empty. I shake my head at how far off the deep end I am, knowing this is crazy clingy but I can't shake the feeling. So I force myself to sit, to let you shower alone instead of running in there like a clingy little girl who can't be apart from you for a second, the way I feel.

I think about last night, how it felt to have you so so deep in me, and I close my eyes, smelling your scent and your breath again in my mind and the feelings rush back. My hand just touches myself lightly, not full out pleasing myself, but exploring how it feels, feeling the desire for you all morning and letting myself touch it and accept how deep it feels. My breath is coming a little quicker and my hips are starting to move even though that wasn't what I meant to do when fortunately your computer beeps and breaks my sexual trance before I go farther than I can stop. My own scent is noticeable as I take my fingers from between my legs and to your mouse, then stop myself and use my other hand so I don't leave any embarrassing shine on your mouse.

Another one of your videos. I don't feel mad at all. Not really threatened either by how much it seems to mean to you, most not threatened. I could feel how you reacted to me last night, still feeling it as I touch myself again staring at the new page. It was me you had to have, not the poor girl covered in men's piss. I'm stroking myself again, wanting you but forcing myself not to give in to the ache inside me to just run to you and hold onto you, to make sure you're always more attracted to me and entranced by me than the piss video that brought us to those heights together.

I didn't realize doing it but I clicked the video and was watching the first minute of it, stroking myself and thinking of you, thinking of myself on your lap, experiencing it together, how intensely you loved me after that. My stroking hand wants that again from you so badly as I watch another slender girl kneel, again in front of a slightly older, in charge guy. My eyes can't help scanning her face intensely while she looks up and waits for it, stroking myself and trying to see the love in her eyes for the man who is doing this, like the love I feel for you. My legs are moving, and my hips in motion as I can see it, see myself in her eyes, she must love him that much. I can't take it anymore as I hear the shower stop, and I quickly stab at the video to mute it, to stop it. My scent is overpowering and I can feel my face is flushed.

I shuffle down the hall, my bare feet taking incredibly small slow steps, like moving to the end of a scary hallway in a horror movie, like I know the great unknown is right there at the end of the hallway, behind that door where you are, and my heart pounds as I still tremble slightly with want. I reach the door and close my eyes.

The door opens the same as it does every time I enter the bathroom, even though it feels different. I'm practically undressed and you look so amazing and handsome even in simple jeans and shirt. I still feel like my hips want to move and my fingers want to touch and my lips want to kiss and my arms need to cling so badly, to be part of you, to be essential to you. "Why don't you want me like that?" It doesn't sound the way I mean it, my insecurity and uncertainty coming out like accusation I don't mean, and I stare at your feet. "I mean, I want to mean that much to you Heath."
 
I look at you as you speak these words, the cunning bastard inside me smiles, you have come to me, you want to do this for me. I am rather proud of my ability to manipulate the desired outcome.

I know exactly what you mean what you are saying, but I don't want to sound over confident.

"Wh, what do you mean? I want you honey, I love you, you are everything to me, what is going on, what has started this?" I ask with concern in my tone.

I feel this is the best way, to make her come right out and say it so it is obvious it is what she wants, I have to play it cool.
 
I hear how you love me. It makes me smile. I hear that I'm everything to you, and I want to just take your words at face value, but I don't want to just be the paranoid girlfriend who's always afraid he doesn't love her, always testing. I don't want to let words pacify me when I know it doesn't feel right. I want to be right with you, not to have the lingering doubts, not let them fester between us.

"I know..." My voice catches, and I feel emotion welling up in my throat, but I need to figure out how to say this, to figure out what I need, how to make everyday of our life together feel like last night. "I know... you say I'm... I'm everything to you." I stop for a breath and try to look in your eyes, try to make you see I love you and I'm not mad, just confused and wanting to make things between us, perfect. "But I'm not, I'm not everything to you, not now. I thought I was, but I'm not." That is so hard to say I slump against the door frame a little. I ache to just fall into your arms and let you hug me and pretend I'm just going through "one of those moods" but I'm not, I feel it deep inside.

"I mean a lot to you, but you need something more.... more than you get from me... and... and... and I know you want to share it with me and last night was... it was so special in a way I never ever would have expected, but still...." I can barely talk now, and I feel like my eyes are looking into yours through hot little puddles and I'm afraid to blink or a tear might run down my cheek and freak both of us out. "I want you to want that from me. You're being nice, saying you don't want that from me, like you don't want to scare me but... but its like you only want to see those other poor girls, like they're the ones that can... satisfy what you really need."

"I want to be that for you." I'm shaking. I can't imagine really doing it, but I can't imagine not, can't imagine going on trying to love you this much and knowing you need something else, something you don't want from me. I look in your eyes and let the tears fall because I can't stop them anymore. "Heath, please, I really... I really don't know how.... but I -- *I* -- want to give that to you... don't be nice, don't protect me, because it hurts more, I think that hurts more than if you just... told me you wanted to... you know? Because... I want you to." My voice was hardly audible and I felt so scared my breath was hard to come by, but I said it, and now I looked in your face, trying to figure out what I'd just done.
 
It is killing me to see you like this, to know that you are this way because I did it to you. I know you are offering to be my urinal. I still want to be the nice guy to be the guy you fell in love with and thought you knew.

"Oh baby" I take you in my arms, "I have never done it either, it makes me nervous too. Let's go out and enjoy our day when we get back we'll watch some clips and talk about it again. I don't want you to rush into anything honey, I want this to be a good experience for us both. Ok baby, now have a shower and lets go spoil you rotten".

I kiss you passionately and pat your arse into the shower.
 
That you take me in your arms and hold me, that feels right. I can believe you are nervous too, the emotion rippling between us as you hold me close and I wrap my arms around you. My eyes close, more relieved that I could admit, that you never did it before, never did it with another girl, that it is just this thing that fascinates you. That we could learn together how to make you happy.

The thought of going out with you now, to eat a little and share some time, it is mostly a relief, like a great weight or fear lifted from me, but I still feel all of this, and I don't know if I'm going to be able to eat, or talk like a sane person in the middle of a crowded restaurant knowing we will come back here to explore your new clips, and possibly even more. But I want all of this relationship, so I go up on tip toes and kiss you on the lips, softly with breath and feeling, let my body feel yours. "I'd like that." What would I like? Did it sound to him like I liked the idea of being spoiled rotten? Or that we'd come back after a while out of the house and...?

The way you pat my bottom and send me off to the shower in your nice clothes, dressed up already, I never felt more naked in front of you. Hot water steaming I work on my hair and soap my body. I can see you still lurking outside and I wonder if you feel the tension too. "Honey? What do you think it's going to be like?" Suddenly I hear the question the way I fear you will and I hurry to clarify it. "I mean... um... it's just, with all this... you know, this stuff that we've been talking about, sharing, and the videos we shared, and if we're... if you're going to, if we're... well, I mean, how are we going to just sit in a restaurant and eat fancy food and pretend... pretend like... like everything is the same?" My teeth were starting to chatter again just thinking about it all, feeling the hot water running down my face and body and momentarily unable to stop myself from imagining what never would have dawned on my 24 hours ago.
 
I see you are very nervous as I am also. I do not want to make you go out and sit in a restaurant with this playing on your mind and mine.

"Maybe we should hold off on going out, maybe watch some more clips, I could drink lots of water and if you really wanted to, I mean REALLY FEEL OK about it, we could try it, just a little, maybe I could just piss on your hand to begin with something really light?" there it's said.

"But if you don't want to at all, lets just drop it. I don't want to lose you Annie, not like this, not over something so stupid." I drop to my knees again in front of you.

"Please Annie, forgive me, lets forget it. Let's go out" I say pleadingly. I still have to have you come to me, more than you already have.
 
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