Jennifer – Bloomin' Faeries!

Life Update

Posted on May 6, 2013 by Jaycee

So here’s how things have been lately.

First, Brooke and Meghan. With Brooke’s “situation,” you might have been wondering how their couple survived that setback. It probably won’t surprise you that the whole thing freaked Meghan out in the beginning. She already knew male-Brooke from way back, when she and I used to date, so the appearance change was less than a shock. The real problem was the… y’know, lack of male tools and all. As it turns out, though, Brooke’s a master at this particular type of craft and I get hints (from Meghan, actually) that some earth-shattering orgasms have changed her mind.

Jennifer is gone. Not from my life, I mean, but gone from the country. She took an IT contract in France (somewhere in Provence) until the end of August. I follow her adventures on facebook and she seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit. Her French was already very good (I think), so I’m assuming it’ll be great when she gets back.

Morgan’s been coming over to my place from time to time. Attitude is the one who’s insisted I have her come over here because she wants to “study” her a bit more. For me, well… you know the drill. Lots of sex and all that. Attitude hasn’t shared her conclusions with me, but Minx says that the curses on Morgan are pretty complicated. She also says that Attitude gets very upset when Minx asks her questions about it. I think Attitude doesn’t actually understand the magic that’s on Morgan and that makes her irritable.

There’s been an interesting development in my faerie sight, by the way. I’m calling it the Nudge. As you probably know, I can tell a woman’s level of arousal pretty easily thanks to the Sight. That’s been a fantastic help in finding out if I have a shot or not with a girl. But there’s this gray, middle area where a girl is neither interested nor repelled by me. Normally, things either go one way or the other depending on what I say or do. But lately, with some coaching from Minx, I’ve discovered I can nudge a girl favorably toward me. I guess it’s more of a tug than a nudge, but why quibble over semantics.

So with this in hand, yesterday I went to a dance club where Brooke and I used to go and decided to try my luck with some of the girls there. I’m glad to report it was a success. I left with a dozen phone numbers, some from girls who even insisted I take it without my asking. I’m kind of tempted to challenge Brooke and see which one of us can get the most numbers in an evening. Am I becoming a ladies’ man? I guess so.

There’s just one down side to the whole thing: doing Nudges repeatedly gave me a pretty nasty headache by the end of the evening. But hey, I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

–Jaycee

Cherry Pick’d (Take Three Aborted)

Posted on March 10, 2013 by Jaycee

I meant to go back to the Cherry Pick on Monday, but that didn’t go according to plan. I’d worked from a nearby cafe all afternoon, and when I came back, Jennifer was sitting with her back against my door, watching the corridor. Clearly, she wanted to make sure she wouldn’t miss me.

I suspected we were going to have some kind of talk about what happened last time. I didn’t need to be a genius (or to have faerie sight) to tell she got instantly excited as I came up to my floor from the staircase.

“Hey,” I said. “Have you been waiting long?”

“Couple of minutes,” she said, getting up. She held up a small backpack. “I got brewskis. Thought we could watch season 2 of Homeland together. Or something.”

“Sure,” I said, unlocking the door.

I let her in. We moved to the kitchen. I put a frozen pizza in the oven while she opened up some beers. She handed me one.

“Urk,” I said. “They’re pretty warm.”

“They were cold when I bought them,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I said, skeptical. “You sure you’ve been here for just a few minutes.”

She shrugged. “We should talk.”

“Yeah, I guess we do. But look, I don’t want it to be weird between us…”

“Me too,” she said. “The other night… I got a little crazy, y’know?”

“That’s… an understatement,” I said, noticing her arousal rising a little as she probably remembered what had happened.

“But we’re buds, right? That comes first, not… you know… sex.”

“Hey,” I said, “I get it.”

But the truth was, I didn’t really get it. She was hot for me, but she was sending signals that she just wanted to be friends.

“Okay, I’m glad we talked about it.”

Huh? As conversations went, that was pretty short. And deceptively painless. For a moment, the coward in me thought it was over and almost let it slide. But then, I noticed Attitude sitting on the fridge, glaring in my direction. I had a hunch there would be trouble if I tried to duck out of the REAL conversation we should be having, so I shook my head.

“No, we’re not done, Jen,” I said. “What happened… it wasn’t right.”

“What do you mean?” She looked at her beer, which she absentmindedly held in front of her impressive chest. I couldn’t help notice her nipples were very hard.

“You… want us to be more than just friends, don’t you?”

“Um… I don’t think I’d put it like that.” She put her beer on the counter and got closer to me. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, lately. At night, I mean. I mean, during my sleep…”

Uh oh. Erotic dreams. I was willing to bet my left nut this was some kind of faerie trickery. She wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me closer. She looked up into my eyes and gave me a shy smile.

“Jen, we’re buds…”

She was pushing her breasts against my chest. Then she pulled my head in and her lips met mine in a soft kiss. She held me there for a few moments, then broke the kiss.

“We’re buds, and that comes first. But I’ve had the hots for you for YEARS, y’know? And you’ve never really seen me. Even after I got these.” She pointed at her boobs, still squashed against my chest. “But now, I know what I want. Heck, I got what I want, and I liked it.”

“Um… so what does this mean?”

“I liked it, like I said. And I want it again. I don’t want you to be my boyfriend, I just want… y’know, YOU.” She slid a hand into my pants. “And I’m pretty sure you want ME, too.”

I put my beer down on the counter and kissed her. So, friends-with-benefits it would be, I guessed. We’d probably need to define some guidelines later, but at that moment, I just decided to go with it. We started peeling off each other’s clothes, then one thing led to another. We lost track of time.

Oh, and we never got to eat that pizza. We got interrupted during our busy work when the apartment fire alarm blared, signaling our forgotten dinner had burned to a crisp in the oven.

It was worth it, I say.

The Return…

Posted on February 23, 2013 by Jaycee

Attitude is back.

Some of you may have noticed some difficulties with the site in the last few weeks (including a blank page, wonky navigation, loss of old posts, etc.). You would think by now I’d have figured out that whenever something goes wrong, it’s because of a faerie. I didn’t use to think that, but the last years have definitely taught me the truth of that. So yes, it was Attitude’s fault.

But perhaps I should start from the beginning. I’ve pieced together what happened from talking to Minx, from some Attitude’s own comments, and by deducing the rest.

Attitude has been back in my flat since the beginning of February, more or less. Because she has seniority over Minx, especially where I’m concerned, she made Minx promise to keep silent about her return. Upon learning that Minx had shared her name with me, she became furious. While she understood why Minx had done it (I’d saved her life), it meant she could not directly affect me anymore.

So she did the next best thing: she “talked” to something called Blog. Apparently this “Blog” is a techno-magical entity (that’s my word for it) she created within my site a long time ago. She says it was there to “become me” and mess things up a little (more on that later). Attitude was so angry that she asked Blog to trash the site. Blog was very happy to do so and snuck in a bunch of malicious code everywhere in the site. This led to the blank page some of you may have encountered. (I’m glad to report that this was resolved and Blog no longer exists within my site, but there’s more to THAT story).

Attitude may not have been able to curse me directly, but that doesn’t mean she was helpless. She looked at the people in my life and decided to have some fun with them. And this leads to… Jennifer. She and I have been like brother and sister for the longest time (long-time readers of my blog know she’s just a friend to me). Attitude, however, decided to change that. Just this past Wednesday, Jennifer & I came back to my place after going to the movies. We decided to play some Guitar Hero for a bit. After a few games, however, Jennifer’s eyes flew wide open. Thanks to my faerie sight, I saw her arousal levels rocket skyward and break the sound barrier. She let out a sharp yelp and turned to face me. I realized I was in trouble and moved to stand up, but she was faster and pushed me back into the couch. She quickly straddled me, lifted her shirt and shoved her large dreamy boobs into my face.

Okay, let me pause the action for a moment. Folks, I’m just a guy. You shove these kinds of breasts in my face and I’m going to have an erection, no matter how I feel about the owner of aforementioned boobs.

So yeah, we did it. Un-pause.

And then, we did it again. And a few more times after that. Jennifer was quite the manic sex beast–something I didn’t expect from a shy girl like her. Even after several orgasms, I could see her horniness stayed at “11.” She wasn’t relenting. She kept looking down at her crotch in disbelief, as if it was a separate part of her that was out of control, and she couldn’t understand why it wasn’t satisfied. But understanding wasn’t required, just satisfaction. Even when I went soft, she found other ways for me to give her orgasms. I’ll tell you, she was pretty creative.

And suddenly, it stopped and she fell to the ground, exhausted and breathing heavily. I got up to bring her some water, but while I was in the bathroom, I heard the apartment door close. I peered outside–Jennifer was gone.

After that incident, I grilled Minx to learn more about why she did this to Jennifer, but she shook her head and remained tight lipped about what happened. I was about to get upset when I heard a familiar voice. It dripped with an anger and contempt I immediately recognized.

“Leave her out of this. This was my doing.”

Yeah. Attitude was back.

Jennifer’s Love Life

Posted on March 29, 2012 by Jaycee

Jennifer came to visit me last night, all by herself. She broke up with Jason and needed to talk. She called me and sounded pretty upset, so I told her she could come over. I didn’t feel like it, having my own love troubles to deal with, but since I’d never told her about my breakup with Mandy, I couldn’t very well bring that up as an excuse.

So she arrived after dinner, a 6-pack of beer in one hand, a huge bag of chips in the other. There was something… drained about her. She looked really sad, and I was a bit surprised by that. I knew she liked Jason, but not THAT much. We’d talked a bit about him during the vacation in Mexico, and it was clear he was just a placeholder boyfriend.

So I invited her inside. We sat on the couch, drank, chatted, ate chips. She confessed that even since she’d gotten her upgrades (pointing at her generous breasts), she hadn’t attracted the right kind of guys. They were all hot hunks, and great lovers, but dumb as doorknobs. That had been the problem with Jason — all looks, no substance. She was wondering if getting big boobs had been the right call after it. She felt GREAT because she liked how they looked, but maybe they were sending the wrong message to the world. Plus, a lot of her old girl friends had changed their attitude since she’d gotten them. Most of them disapproved, telling her she looked just fine the way she was, the way God intended, and she shouldn’t mess with a good thing. That the procedure was medically dangerous, and it’d give her back pains, and she wouldn’t like them so much in 20 years, when they’d be sagging down to her knees.

Me, I was just munching chips and drinking beer in silence, nodding absentmindedly. Jennifer was rambling, getting things off her (ample) chest. I didn’t feel I needed to pay attention tothe details. Sometimes, you don’t need to really LISTEN to people, just act like you do. They just want to talk and don’t care about the interaction. What they want is get it out of their system, dump it on you, get their release, and walk away.

Not unlike cheap sex, I guess.

I noticed Jennifer had stopped talking and was looking at me with questioning eyes.

“Uh, what?”

“I said, are you okay? You’ve been zoning out since I got here. I don’t mean to pry, but is everything all right?”

And sometimes, there’s a true friend who really pays attention to your feelings, and cares enough to ask.

“I… broke up with Mandy. Been a few weeks, actually. I’m kind of getting over her, but hearing you talk about it is giving me the blues.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really sorry, I should have been there for you I had no idea… Why didn’t you tell me?”

That was a dangerous slope, and I didn’t want to start talking about the details, for fear of slipping up. I cared about Jenn and didn’t want her caught up in the middle of that faerie nightmare that is my life.

“Long story short: she cheated. I called it quits.”

“The bitch!” Jennifer said. Then she caught herself, covering her mouth. “Sorry! That just came out. But we hate her now, right?”

“Yeah, I guess we sort of do.”

There was a silence. Then I broke it.

“Sorry to have broken the mood. Why don’t you start again from the top, and slow down for the parts about your boobs?”

She laughed and slapped me on the shoulder.

“Idiot!”

Well, she got THAT part right.

–Jaycee

Next update: Saturday

Tales From Mexico — Day 8 (Conclusion)

Posted on March 21, 2012 by Jaycee

We’d only taken a short vacation, just 8 days. Day 8 was just a half day, since we had to check out by noon and be at the airport for 3PM. I’d like to say it was an uneventful half-day, but it wasn’t. And yes, it was because of “Mandy.”

I didn’t quite notice the pattern at the time, but it’s now clear as day. But I’m getting ahead of myself — more on this in a later post.

That last morning, I woke up to the muffled sounds of Brooke moaning in the middle of having sex.

Wait, what???

She wasn’t in the room. The sounds came from outside. I got up and groggily made my way to the door. I looked through the peep hole and sure enough, there was Brooke (actually, “Mandy”) getting screwed from behind, chest pushed against the door, her face red and flushed with heat. She was half-turned toward the Mexican guy who was having her way with her. He was encouraging her in Spanish. I didn’t know EXACTLY what he was saying, but sex talk is pretty universal. It must’ve been the equivalent of “take that,” or “you like that, don’t you?” or “how does THAT feel?” Clearly, it felt pretty good.

I immediately saw red and opened the door, meaning to interrupt them. That didn’t work as planned. She lost her balance and stopped herself against me. The guy behind her didn’t miss a beat and kept on plowing her, clearly not noticing me. “Mandy” saw me, and even though she blushed a little, she reached down for my boxers, pulled them down, and freed my morning erection from its prison. Without hesitation, she bent forward to take me in her mouth, still keeping her butt in the air to allow her lover to keep doing his work.

As always where “Mandy” is concerned (especially in Brooke’s body!), my brain shut down and I didn’t really understand the impact of what we were doing until after… “Mandy’s” squeals of delight were something to behold, as was her technique. The way she moved her tongue around my shaft and the way she gyrated her hips against the guy, it’s clear she was no newbie at this. I held myself against the door frame and tried to delay the incoming orgasm, but she would have none of it. So a minute or two after it began, it was all over, in a great symphony of sexual moans and screams.

I was stunned for a few moments, as were my “partners.” The Mexican came to his senses before I did. Realizing what had happened, he pulled up his pants, grabbed his clothes in a panic, and ran away before I could react, all the while screaming “Lo siento! Lo siento!”

I looked down at “Mandy,” and she looked up at me. Her eyes teared up as she got to her feet. “I.. I’m so sorry, Jaycee. I… couldn’t help myself! I’m… a slut. I’m so sorry! You must hate me so much, now!”

Her sobs broke my heart. I put my arm around her shoulders, brought her inside, and tried to console her. “Now now,” I kept whispering in her ear.

One thing led to another, and in the process we ended up in bed again. And you know what they say about make up sex.

—–

A few hours later, we all gathered to check out and go to the airport. There were a lot of tensions in the group. The four of us (Brooke, Mandy, Meghan and myself) knew what was REALLY going on, but not the others. Antony was avoiding looking at “Mandy.” Frank (who had learned about Antony’s indiscretion) looked really upset and was standing much farther from Antony than usual. I wanted to stay close to “Mandy,” but to keep up appearances, I had to appear close to “Brooke” (who looked like Mandy). That made us both uncomfortable and we avoided touching each other. Jennifer also looked awkward in her clothes, like they were too tight (they were!) and she was afraid to make big movements and cause the seams to rip. Jason was the only one who looked blissfully ignorant of what was going on. (It was only later we really figured out that his IQ had dropped significantly as his tan had grown darker.)

The ride to the airport was fairly silent, as was the plane ride home.

We landed, got our luggage, and parted ways. Mandy, Brooke, Meghan and myself waited until the others were out of view before switching partners. I left with “Mandy” and Meghan left with “Brooke.” It was an awkward parting and we all made it short.

“Let’s get together tomorrow and talk this stuff out, okay?” Meghan asked. We all nodded, just wanting this to be over.

And moments later, it was over.

–Jaycee

Next update: Friday

Tales From Mexico — Day 6 (Part I)

Posted on February 10, 2012 by Jaycee

It could only be one thing: tanning. Our getting more tan was the only thing that had been constantly increasing since our arrival. And it kind of made sense, now that I had thought about it.

On the morning of Day 6, Mandy and I were struggling with that understanding and our desire for each other. It wasn’t long before we figured there was no point in resisting it. The tan wasn’t going away, so we might as well enjoy the benefits. But we knew we also needed a plan to stay out of trouble, and keep the others out of trouble as well.

There were three days left to go. We were in Mexico. It was going to be pretty hard to stay away from the sun, but if we DIDN’T, we were going to become crazy sex bunnies by the end of vacation. They’d need a crowbar to separate us.

So after an hour of sex, we felt sufficiently relieved to get out and stay in control. It wasn’t the case with our friends. Jason, Frank & Antony were wearing very loose clothing, but it was pretty obvious they had uncomfortably hard erections and were sucking their stomachs in a feeble attempt to hide them. The girls were fidgety and squirmy, like they needed to pee. Mandy and I knew better. They just needed some hard sex. Even normally prudish Jennifer was having a difficult time keeping her hands from her crotch and boobs.

Fortunately, I had a stroke of genius. “Guys, why don’t we go cenote diving? I’ve heard of these great spots not far from the resort: The Pit, and Dos Ojos. I hear those are fantastic!”

If you’re not familiar with cenotes, those are kind of semi open-sky caves in which you can do some amazing scuba diving. They are usually inland and have fresh water; some have salt water if you dive deep enough. The one known as The Pit is such a pit. And if you go even deeper, there’s a layer of sulfites that looks like a fuzzy yellow cloud. You can sink in it and disappear. But anyway, the GOOD news about cenotes is that there’s usually not as much sunlight in there. So no chance to get a stronger tan. Thus, our condition wouldn’t get any worse.

Everybody thought it was a great idea, except Jason and Jennifer. They just wanted to stay at the resort (and bang each other like wild weasels, I think). I noticed Jennifer really looked buff — more than usual. I wondered if that was the result of some faerie magic. Either way, I told her she looked a little sick, and perhaps she should stay out of the sun for the day. Jason agreed. “I think Jaycee’s right. You should get some rest. I’ll take care of you.”

I knew what THAT meant.

So the rest of us went diving for the day. The water was fairly “cold” (by Mexican standards), so we all had to wear wet suits. Even better to avoid getting a tan. It was an incredible experience, actually, and I think we all forgot for a while how crazy horny we all were.

And it was fairly late when we got back to the resort, so we didn’t really get much of a chance to tan. Next stop: cleaning up our gear, then getting ready for dinner.

* * *

Dinner was over much too fast. We all wanted to get back to our bedrooms and have at it like rabbits. We ate our food, yawned like we were tired (to signal to the others that we were about to retire), and finally got up to leave. Some of us (Mandy, Frank, Brooke) made a detour by the bathrooms before heading back to their rooms. Me, I went straight back to my room, with Meghan following me not too far. It was legitimate, since her room wasn’t that far from mine, but I felt a little like a prey. She noticed I was nervous and laughed.

“Chill, Jay, it’s not like I’m going to bang you or anything. Not unless you ask real nice.”

She laughed again, and I realized I was being an idiot.

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been on edge lately.”

I got to my room, slipped in real quick, and mumbled a quick “G’nite” before locking myself inside.

Safe!

The room had already been turned down by the staff, so there wasn’t much for me to do. I put on a bathrobe, some slippers, and watched TV while waiting for Mandy.

After 10-15 minutes, I realized she was a little late. A bathroom break couldn’t be this long. But I decided to be a bit more patient — maybe she’d gone to grab us some drinks to finish the evening. But after another 15 minutes, I was becoming decidedly worried. As I was getting off the bed to get dressed, I heard some knocking at the door.

“Jaycee?” It was Mandy’s voice. “Can you open the door?”

“Coming,” I shouted back. “You lost your keycard?”

I opened the door, and sure enough, there she was. But it was obvious there was something wrong. She wasn’t smiling, and there was something odd in the way she carried herself.

“Er… What’s going on? You okay?”

She looked really upset. “Did you set me up or something? This your idea of a joke?”

I was confused. “Mandy…” I started.

She shook her head.

“No, bro,” she interrupted. “Not Mandy. Brooke.”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Day 5

Posted on February 9, 2012 by Jaycee

The following day was really hard. Mandy and I woke up wanting nothing but sex, but we had made reservations to go visit the ruins at Coba. I’ve always wanted to go up a Mayan pyramid, but since Chichen Itza was now closed to climbers (you can only watch), Coba felt like a good replacement.

We just hadn’t counted on being so damned horny all the time.

That giant tentacle between my thighs just seemed to be even bigger, now, and definitely harder. It just had a mind of its own. Any time Mandy bent to pick something up (and she seemed to be dropping a LOT of things, lately), it rose to salute her ass. I’m sure she was doing it deliberately. She could have crouched to pick things up, but no siree, bending at the waist seemed like the ONLY way to go for her, now. So after a few times, I just got up, held her down with one hand, ripped her underwear off, and let nature take its (rather frantic) course.

“Oh YEAH!” she brayed. “Go GAWD YES!”

Those seemed the only words she knew how to say, at least for the following ten minutes. After that, we somewhat came to our senses.

“We’re having a LOT of sex, lately, don’t you think?” she asked.

I paused, the gears in my head suddenly turning. “What are you suggesting?”

“I’m so hot all the time… It’s not normal. I have erotic dreams every night. I wake up, I’m wet. I look at you, and it’s like a river down below. I see you look at another girl, and I just want you to bang me like a bitch in heat. I want to talk dirty to you all the time. Hell, we just DID it, and I want you in me again right now…”

Guys, it’s not every day a girl talks to me like that, and if I believed it was for real, I’d be very flattered. But that’s when it dawned on us that this was faerie magic at work.

“Minx!” I blurted out. “She must have done something to us before we left.”

“Screw that. Screw her. I want to screw you again!”

And with those words, Mandy positioned herself for another round of sexual wrestling. Which turned out to be a small prelude to a rougher main event. We were ALMOST late to leave for the ruins.

—–

The ruins at Coba are great. If you ever go there, DO rent a bike to do the road between the main ruins to the pyramid. First, it’s faster. You’ll have more time to climb the pyramid and enjoy the view. Second, if your girlfriend is in heat and happens to have gone commando, watching her wriggle around on the bike and almost climax from the pedaling can be quite an enjoyable view. For my part, since I had four sexy females to watch, all of whom were displaying various stages of excitement, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. They mostly tried to stay behind us guys, giggling and whispering comments at each other, but I wasn’t duped. I’d occasionally stop and fall behind to take a photograph, then take my time catching up to them, watching those sexy, swaying butts on the bikes’ thin seats.

It was a hot, bright, sunny day, and Mandy eventually asked me to rub more sunscreen on her shoulders and lower back. And since I already had the bottle out and my hands were wet, the other girls lined up for some sunscreen refresh. It was particularly odd with each of them, for different reasons. With Jennifer, it felt wrong. She’s always like my little sister. Except a sister doesn’t moan like this when you rub her shoulders. With Meghan, it was guilt, especially since she kept glancing back at me with mischief in her eyes (and her tongue repeatedly poking the inside of her cheek). And finally, Brooke… Brooke’s been my bro for the longest time, but now that he’s been a woman for over a year, I’m almost always thinking of her as a woman. Except we’ve never had sex. But now, with my mind clouded with sex thoughts, it was getting more tempting. And her reaction at being rubbed with sunscreen was… enticing. “Damn, bro, you’re pretty good at this.” She pushed her butt back into my erection. “Oh, sorry ’bout that, man.” Fortunately, it didn’t go any further — I was done.

Antony and Frank were affected too, in case you’re wondering. I prefer not to dwell on that, since I don’t swing that way, but when they thought we weren’t looking, they were making passes at each other. You might think that they would have gone for the girls (their male-to-female urges kicking in), but no — they were just more INTO each other than before.

We were somehow able to contain ourselves and finish the visit without ripping our clothes off and having sex in public.

—–

Later that night, Mandy and I resumed our conversation from the morning (after a round of heated sex that I’ll leave to your imagination).

“Definitely faerie magic going on,” I said.

She nodded in agreement.

“And it’s getting worse, isn’t it?”

“Or better, depending on how you look at it,” Mandy said. “My orgasms are coming in faster and stronger now than even a few days ago.”

“What do you think’s making this happen? What’s changed, since we got here?”

We bounced a few explanations around, but nothing made sense. It wasn’t the water — we were drinking bottled water only. It wasn’t a change in sleeping patterns — we sometimes slept a lot, sometimes just a little. So what was the constant that had been going up during the last few days?

I was stomped, until my eyes fell on the near-empty bottle of sunscreen. Then it hit me like one of Mandy’s raging orgasms.

“It’s the sun! We’re getting more tanned!”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales from Mexico — Day 4

Posted on February 6, 2012 by Jaycee

On the morning of Day 4, I found myself dreaming about what had happened with Meghan the day before. And because it was a dream, it was twice as pleasurable, for only a fraction of the guilt. Of course, this was going to change the moment I woke up, but at that time, I didn’t know that.

And in reality, when I woke up, I had a raging boner that made me forget about any guilt I might have. The other thing I have to mention about said boner was that… it was in Mandy’s mouth, who was having an early breakfast at my expense.

So really, the guilt washed over me after this all happened.

“There,” she said. “You’re awake. Finally. I’m hungry. Get ready, everybody else is waiting for us.”

Huh? Really?

“Frank and Antony have already gone to reserve a table. Jennifer and Jason are standing in front of our front door. And Brooke & Meghan are making out in the back, in our hammock.” Mandy pointed to our patio doors in the back. And sure enough, there they were, both of them, sitting in a weird leg-locked position, their crotches grinding, kissing & fondling each other.

“Heh. They sure don’t look like they’re in a rush, these two…”

“Yeah,” Mandy commented. They’ve been like this for the last half-hour. I think they each came four-five times. I lost count a bit while giving you that morning hummer…”

“Which was much appreciated!”

I got dressed quickly, and as I came down from my wake-up orgasm, I also relived in my mind what had happened with Meghan the night before. I had to TELL Mandy, but how could I bring that up now? I really should’ve told her the night before, but coming back from dinner, she’d been so primed for sex, for some reason, that she jumped me the moment we came back to our room. We didn’t have much energy to talk after that and passed out for the night.

But now, in the light of day, it all felt like a disaster waiting to happen. Another vacation, another infidelity drama, except THIS time, I was on the cheating end. I’d have to figure this out and tell Mandy before the day was over.

Speaking of Mandy, she was a SIGHT to see! Wearing this tiny bikini that barely hid much of her spectacular body was enough to distract me from my guilt. The bottom had barely enough fabric to serve as a handkerchief for an ant with a cold. And the top, while nicely covering her amazing breasts, did little to hide her obscenely erect nipples.

“Are… you going to go out like this?” I asked. “You’re like an advertisement for sex…”

She looked down at herself and, slowly, nodded. “You’re right.” She grabbed a kind of diaphanous skirt and wrapped it around her hips. “Better?”

Frankly, it wasn’t. While it hid her crotch a little bit, it just made me want to rip it off and bang her right there. I was sure any guy in his right mind would want to do the same. Maybe even Antony or Frank…

But I had to commend her for the effort, and mumble something about it being “better.”

My feelings of guilt were rapidly fading behind the rising flood of sex thoughts that were filling my mind. Somewhere, way in the back, a little voice was trying to scream at me to wake up and realize what was happening, but I wasn’t seeing it. I can tell NOW that there was faerie magic at work, but at the time, away from Minx or Attitude, there was little to remind me that the influence of faeries can be far-reaching.

Breakfast was excruciatingly long. I could barely take my eyes off Mandy’s body, and when I did, I found myself staring at Brooke’s breasts, or Jennifer’s, or Meghan’s. I could tell the other guys were doing the same, and the girls seemed to be getting off on it. There were lots of non-subtle innuendos flying about, about breakfast sausages or fertilized eggs. We could barely wait to finish eating to get back to our rooms.

I guarantee it was a GOOD thing we had no plans that day except to veg out at the resort.

Much later in the morning, Mandy & I came out of our room and found ourselves two recliner chairs on the beach. It was a small miracle that no one had reserved them. It turned out to be a double-miracle when Mandy leaned near my ear and whispered “Boobs” in it, her head tilting toward a couple next to us. True story, I swear! The woman in the couple was just lying there, soaking in the sun, sporting an impressive (and quite fake) pair of breasts. Most people were just looking at her with discreet glances. Mandy & I weren’t so subtle. “That’s quite a rack she has,” I murmured. Mandy agreed, adding “Perky nipples, too.”

I looked at her. “Well, YOU’RE perky.” She looked at my crotch. “So are you.”

It wasn’t long before the woman turned her back to us. She’d probably heard us and got slightly embarrassed. Heh. If she’d only known what I was thinking about, and how I’d mix-n-match her boobs and my own gear, she’d probably have run screaming.

Mandy and I turned out attention to a game of beach volleyball that was happening right next to us. It wasn’t a GREAT game, but it was made more entertaining by a precious, bosomy brunette that had just joined in to play. She was really useless, but it was great fun to watch her prancing about, waiting for someone to pass the ball to her (which never happened if her teammates could avoid it). There was another girl on the other side who was much, much better. She wasn’t as hot, but she was clearly more athletic and I kind of liked her better. I would totally do her. I could tell Mandy liked her, too.

I was getting thirsty, so I left to get us some drinks. When I came back, a good 10 minutes later, I found Mandy still sitting in our spot, but now accompanied by the athlete girl. Mandy was always great at picking up chicks.

“Jaycee, this is Lacey,” she said. “She’s here with some girl friends, all by herself.” That was obvious code for “single and available.”

“Nice to meet you, Lacey.” I extended my hand to shake hers. She took it. Invisible sparks flew between us.

“My friends just call me Lay.” She winked mischievously at me, her eyes averting mine a little.

“I like that name,” Mandy said.

Look, I’ll spare you the rest of the dialogue. It would probably sound REAL corny, and it probably was. But it was fun and playful at the moment. Suffice it to say that she stayed with us for a bit (like an hour) and it was obvious she was attracted to Mandy. And maybe a little to me too. We parted ways around lunch time, promising to catch up later during the day, and perhaps doing dinner together.

Mandy & I went for lunch, just the two of us. And after a post-lunch quickie and a nap, we joined “The Girls” (Brooke, Meghan, and Jennifer) near the pool. I was a little struck at how toned Jennifer’s body seemed to me. I knew she’d been going to the gym, but I hadn’t realized how much it had paid off. And when we got there, Brooke was teasing her about that very thing.

“No, seriously, Jenn, those muscles are absolutely H-A-W-T!!!”

Jennifer was blushing. “Stop it!”

“Don’t believe me? Let’s ask everybody around here.”

Brooke slipped behind Jennifer and started fumbling with the straps of her bikini, both top and bottom. Jennifer struggled against her roaming hands for a moment, and it looked like she might be able to keep it together for a while, but Brooke’s lecherous nature prevailed. Seconds later, Jenn’s bikini fell to the ground, showing us every inch of her statuesque figure. Damn, I would SO do her. And I could tell Mandy would like that, too…

The rest of the day was uneventful, if you call Mandy and I having sex in the ocean uneventful.

And at the end of the day, we got together with Lacey, just Mandy & myself, and had a great time. While I had nothing but sex on my mind, Mandy and Lacey were chatting away like two tweeting birds. They just couldn’t stop. Even when we were done eating, they couldn’t stop, and Lacey joined us for a night cap in our room.

And there, one thing led to another…

[TO BE CONTINUED]

Tales From Mexico — Day 3

Posted on January 28, 2012 by Jaycee

The next morning, we had to get up pretty early. Antony, Frank, Mandy and I had planned on some scuba diving that day so we had a quick breakfast and took off on a bus to Cancun. The rest of the gang stayed behind to do some resort activities. Specifically, Brooke and Meghan had planned some hobie cat sailing while Jennifer and Jason just wanted to stay poolside and rest a bit.

(Jennifer’s got the kind of skin that tans rapidly, curse her! The previous day’s expedition had already given her a nice foundation. In a few days, she’d be nicely roasted. 🙂

To be honest, the scuba we did in Cancun wasn’t great. We did get to visit this kind of underwater museum made of dozens of statues, apparently put there to help restore the coral life over time. Unfortunately, we were with a rather big, loud, and obnoxious group of people, and the ride to the dive site wasn’t that much fun. Worse yet, at the bottom, some were just acting like idiots (grabbing life forms or damaging the coral reefs by bumping into them). But all in all, I enjoy diving and once I got over these idiots, I had a good time.

To be fair, it wasn’t all bad. I got to see a lot of girls in swimsuits and some of them were HAWT (Mandy among them). There was this brown-skinned latina girl in a white bikini that just had the most exquisite eyes! Part of me secretly wanted to bring her back home and see if SHE would be impressed by my new size. (Yes, Mandy was still apparently indifferent to that, and it was bothering me a bit.)

We came back to the resort mid-afternoon, and Mandy & I retired to our room to clean our gear from salt water. That’s usually done by going in the shower and rinsing everything thoroughly. Mandy stood outside, handing me the equipment, and I’d give it back to her once it was clean. But since this was a very large shower (5 people could have stood up in there), Mandy came in with me. I started the showeer, got into the water, and lifted a hand, waiting for her to hand me something. She didn’t. Instead, she got closer and pushed a boob against my hand.

“Oops,” I said.

“You know,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck, “it was Christmas a few days ago, and I know a chimney that’s in need of a good sweeping.”

“Uh huh…”

“And you’ve got just the right tool for it.”

“Uh huh…”

“And I’ve seen how you ogled that girl on the boat… And I know what you wanted to do to her.”

Busted! Was I in trouble?

“Ahh…” I said, eloquent as ever.

Mandy pushed me back against the wall. It was a little rough. I liked it. She grabbed my crotch. I liked it too.

“Do these things to me. Right now.”

And so, I performed my boyfriend duties to the best of my abilities. I realize I should have suspected something, but there was very little blood flow to my brain at the moment, so it wasn’t until later I would make the connection (you will too, shortly).

We came out of our room about an hour later and headed to the area of the pool where we knew we’d find Jennifer and Jason. It wasn’t hard finding them, either. Jennifer’s a busty girl and there are always groups of males hovering in the area where she is, trying to get a good view of her boobs (always from a distance). Jason wasn’t there when we caught up with her (he’d gone to get drinks, but hadn’t returned yet). Brooke and Meghan were also there, chatting animatedly.

I remember thinking Jennifer looked spectacular, almost statuesque, just lying there on the sun lounger. I could see that Brooke and Meghan thought so. Brooke was cuddling Meghan from behind, and while she was touching her gently, I could see her eyes were fixed on Jennifer’s ample bust.

Meghan looked around. “I wonder where Jason is with those drinks,” she commented. “I’ll go see what’s up.”

I detached my eyes from Jennifer’s amazing figure (I’d never realized how big her boobs were, and the undersized green bikini she was wearing was making that clearer). “I’ll go with,” I offered. Things were better between us, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend more time together and bond a little. And getting away from Jennifer’s chest sounded like the right thing to do, since I was getting (inappropriately) excited.

So Mandy & Brooke stayed with Jenn while Meghan and I wandered off in the direction of the bar. We passed in front of her hotel room in the process (which was a room with an outside door and a balcony), at which point she stopped. “Do you mind if we go in a minute? I want to get my camera and take some picture of all of us.”

Sure. Why not.

We went inside. I waited at the door as she went in, her back to me. I noticed that she untied her top and tossed it on the bed. Then she turned to face me, so I covered my eyes as a gentleman should. (And I didn’t want to get any more aroused than I already was.)

“You don’t have to look away, nothing you haven’t seen before.” Her voice sounded closer.

“S’okay, I don’t think it’ be appropriate…”

“Yeah. I get that. Speaking of appropriate…”

And I SWEAR I meant to stop what happened next, but it just happened too fast.

With one swift motion, she almost simultaneously pulled down my swimming trunks, pushed me against the door, and swallowed the erect snake between my legs. I was so surprised I didn’t know how to react for a few seconds, then I put my hands on her head, intending to push her away. But it felt GOOOOOOD. And then I found my hands encouraging her back-and-forth motions. It got faster, and it felt increasingly better, and it wasn’t a minute before I reached the finish line.

She didn’t miss a drop.

“Aah, that hit the spot,” she said. She got up, put on a t-shirt, and came back to give me a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for that. Take all the time you want getting out. See you pool side.”

And she was out.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

–Jaycee

Tales From Mexico — Prelude

Posted on January 8, 2012 by Jaycee

Hi all,

If you didn’t know, I was in Mexico between Christmas and New Year (and a few more days after that, as a matter of face). With me, my close circle of friends: Mandy, Brooke & Meghan, Antony & Frank (whose real name, by the way, is Lucas, but I still call him Frank as a joke), as well as Jennifer and her new boyfriend Jason.

It looks like we didn’t leave without a parting gift from Minx, however. I won’t tell you what it is right away; you’ll find out reading my retelling of the holiday events in the next few days.

In other news: Zuri is in town and it sounds like she’s going to be sticking around until the end of January.

Quick Update

Posted on November 29, 2011 by Jaycee

Hey all,

Sorry I’ve been silent. We have a pre-Christmas rush at the office, so I’ve been staying at work later than usual. Not much time left for updates. But this morning, it’s a bit slower, so here’s what’s been happening to the people in my life (and myself).

Mandy hasn’t moved back in, and probably won’t. We talked about it, and she’s worried that too much faerie influence in her life might cause her to relapse to her older self. She said it came VERY close, during the Trigger Incidents, and she doesn’t want to go back down that road. She’s still living at Antony’s and is looking for a new place of her own.
Brooke and Roseanne are officially over. Now it’s all about Brooke and Meghan.
Jennifer has a new boyfriend. Which isn’t surprising. Ever since she “busted out” (a nice way to say she got implants), she’s been going through guys like mad. They’re usually hot hunks, with toasters for brains. She’s also going for a more feminine look — I saw her wearing a dress, the other day, and it was really weird for me. She’s not a tomboy-ish little sister anymore, more like a hot sexpot. My brain can’t quite cope with that yet.
I received a postcard from Zuri. She’s coming to town during the holidays. BAD NEWS! I’m going on holidays myself right after Christmas (Mexico, BABY!), so there’s a chance we’ll miss each other.
Morgan never reappeared. I don’t know where she came from, or where she went after she visited me, “that” time. Probably just as well. I’ve confessed the entire incident to Mandy, though, who was upset by the whole thing. She understood it was the usual faerie mischief, though, so she’s not holding a grudge.

That’s about all the news. Oh, and Minx has been very quiet. She’s been looking a bit nervous, these days, but she says it’s nothing. I hope that’s not the calm before the storm…

–Jaycee

Triggers! (Part III)

Posted on October 16, 2011 by Jaycee

Minx was in great form today. Seven pranks, in all, iterated 2-3 times each. I’ve had so much sex (with Mandy, on my own, and, once, with a warm cheesecake) that I wonder how long we’ll have the stamina to keep this up.

But the worst one wasn’t done to either one of us. Jennifer caught us by surprise last night, arriving around 8PM, with a stack of boardgames. DAMN! I’d forgotten all about that! We’d agreed to start a boardgame night every other Saturday, and this one was to be the first. Mandy and I looked at each other, knowing this was trouble, but we couldn’t come up with a good excuse to cancel. While Jen went to the fridge to get herself something to drink, we reluctantly setup the first game (Zombies!!!), still wondering if there was some kind of way out. Continue reading “Triggers! (Part III)”