I pulled into the alley and whipped my battered '68 classic VW bug over next to the leaning cedar fence that led into Libby's backyard. They didn't have any pets so the gate was never latched used, the slant of the rusted hinges now crusted and frozen in the same half-open position for ay least a decade or so. I crossed the small unkempt yard and jumped up on the concrete porch bypassing the crumbling steps and went to the open backdoor from the quite kitchen. Sticking my face up to the old wooden framed screen door that had that familiar musty old screen fabric smell, I formed my hands beside my face like a SCUBA mask where I could faintly make out Libby's roommate Carmen sitting in the small living room at her desk top computer. In a fairly loud voice I said "Anybody home". Carmen bolted awkwardly from her seat with a guilty, nabbed in the act type, neck twisting jerk. "Dammit Sean, why don't you come to the front and ring the damn bell like everyone else. You scared the crap outta me you sorry asshole." She got up from the computer desk and added sarcastically, "Well don' just stand there like a fucking peeping tom, come on in and make yourself at home while I clean this pile of shit from my drawers."

I came on in through the unlatched screen door. "Sorry sweetie, you know I always use the backdoor. I'z 'specting Libby to be sitting here waiting on me, didn't realize you were in here sneaking peaks at porno sites, you might oughta consider closing the doors and pulling the blinds for that type of activity. Be a little discreet with yourself, ya know what I mean ?"

"I wasn't looking at any porn sites you goofy fuck. I'm trying to write my Lit paper that's due Monday and I'm drawing a complete blank on any fruitful ideas or any fucking ideas at all for that matter. Once again, I've got myself so screwed for fucking off the entire month and waiting till the last goddamned minute where now I'm stuck in this 911, SOS, super fucked upped desperate assed situation.. I don't know why I do this same shit to myself over and over again, isn't that what they call the definition of insanity?"

"Yeah, that stuff seems to really stress ya out, but, on the brighter side it also makes ya talk extra filthy." I gave her my sexiest wink. "Where's Libby?" I asked as I stuck my head in the lightly stocked refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Michelob. "We're supposed to work out this morning , we got that stupid mixed doubles tournament coming up in a week or so. Tommy told me yesterday that Libby had done forked over our entry fees and last I heard we're supposed to practice with him and Lisa this morning."

Libby had been my regular tennis partner for the past year, neither of us were spectacular players but between the two of us we faired okay and managed to dodge total embarrassment at the occasional open tournaments held at the local city park courts. I'm a early 30's fairly recent divorcee and Libby is a middle 20's single with some mysterious out-of-town longtime boyfriend. We got thrown together by some mutual match maker friends a year or so back. No sparks flew but we had a common interest in tennis and neither of us had had any luck finding a regular practice partner so we began meeting weekends at the community courts just for the exercise and friendly competition. We'd play for an hour or two, work up a soaking sweat, follow up with a couple of beers while we talked about our stinking jobs then go our merry separate ways. Libby was a fairly tall brunette, lean figure with long athletic legs.

She had always managed to present herself to me as a very businesslike woman as if she was making a deliberate effort to keep our relationship in check, zero growth, stable at the exact level we had started. A logical, common sense, no bullshit type of gal. I had occasionally tried to imagine what it would be like to just attempt a conversation about anything sexual with Libby, I'd convinced myself it'd be so awkward that I'd inevitably wind up looking like some stuttering horny teenage kid while Libby would skillfully dismiss the subject and find a simple reason she needed to be somewhere else immediately. So, under these circumstances, I enjoyed the relationship as it was and refrained from screwing it up as was my usual MO.

Carmen is Libby's old high school best friend. I had met her briefly on several occasions when picking up or dropping off Libby so I had already got me a few small doses of her salty language and dry sense of humor. From what I had gathered from the vague pieces of information that I'd slyly extracted from Libby, Carmen was currently a part-time hairdresser and was going back to school in pursuit of her nursing degree. She had short blonde hair, a petite figure and an adorable ass. She constantly sported the most cutest "healthy & horny" expression pasted on her girlish pretty face that I'd ever seen on a grown woman. Today she was barefoot wearing some small athletic shorts that appeared to be pulled up a little too tight into her crotch with an old ragged Budweiser tee shirt that had been haphazardly cut off mid-belly. Her hair was kinda fussed up like she'd just crawled out of bed or perhaps just didn't give a shit. A most extremely sexy look - oh yeah - real damn sexy, believe me!

Carmen told me that Libby had got a call that her uncle who'd been very sick for quite some time had taken a turn for the worse and she had to head out for the hospital on short notice. She said Libby had tried to call me but had just got my voice mail. Of course, I had let my cell phone go completely dead before bothering to recharge it this morning. Again this was my usual MO.

"Well shit!" I told Carmen, "I guess I'm forced to go home and do my piled up dirty laundry. I was trying to put that chore off 'till the last friggin' minute like you tend to do with your school work. So far ain't nuffin working out as planned today - perfect!"

"If you was a real friend you'd stick around here and write that damn paper for me. I swear I've spent over a hour and a half staring at a little flashing cursor on that big blank screen just day-dreaming about a thousand other things I'd rather be fucking doing. So far, I've already accomplished absolutely nothing, except the strong urge to do something completely different than this. I got a neat idea, why don't you be a pal and stick around and see if you can help me come up with some ideas for this intriguing project. Really Sean, for some reason I'm just a total fucking blank this morning."

"Moi? Yeah right Carmen, and at the end of the semester you could conveniently blame your big fat "F" on my poor ass couldn't ya? Besides, I couldn't even write ya a good fuck story much less any type of college level paper and I'll guarantee ya I'm the kinda guy that would tend to be a lot more interested in a good fuck story than any of your boring ass homework."

"Well okay, then why don't you just sit down and tell me a good story Sean, make something up, tell me how you was born rich and how you accidentally fucked that all up like a dumb ass." she giggled at her own little joke then continued on, "Hey, you could even tell me one of your good fuck stories you've been talking about, or tell me about your wildest ever sexual blunder, anything that pops into your kinky little head. If you tell me a story of some kind I'll guarantee it'll get my mind to clicking and everything will start to fall into place and just flow right on out of me. Pleeeease Sean, come on be a fucking team player. Pleeease!!!!"

"Carmen, it's starting to sound like you're just wanting to hear me tell you some juicy fuck story."
"Maybe so, but come on over here and I'll enter it just exactly as you spit it out. When I see some words start to fill this perpetually blank fucking screen it'll get me going - you'll see. Come on you overly modest little mother fucker, pull up that chair from the kitchen table and let's get started."

"Hold up there just a minute baby girl. First you gotta promise me you ain't gonna get all offended and insulted or nothing like that cause the little tale I got in mind is sorta obscene, a little outta bounds and kinda extra private. If you ever go sharing my shit with Libby or any fucking body I'll swear you made it all up yourself or stole it from someone besides me. The dirty story I'm about to spill on your tender ears here in a minute is some pretty damn explicit shit...... so what ya want to do buckle up or bail out?"
"Yeah, right. I'm a big girl and I'm sure I've heard a lot worse than anything fixin' to come outta your prudish little mouth. I always figured you for lots more bark than bite anyways, Tarzan and I promise your secrets are safe with me, I'll either delete your stuff or store it in my 'Extra Harmless' file."

Carmen perched herself cross legged on the ottoman she used for a desk chair, she leaned forward to the keyboard and prepared to dictate my every word. I pulled one of their mix matched oak dining table chairs up next to her and in my gentlest seductive voice I began telling her this wild ass story that had remained burned vividly in my mind since the time it had occurred over 12 years earlier and it began as follows:

I was hanging around my partially furnished efficiency apartment one Friday evening having a few mixed drinks, watching some third rate sitcom reruns and wishing I had something better to do with my lonely self. I was startled when the phone rang since, unfortunately, I wasn't expecting no calls from nobody. So in a big rush I tripped and stumbled through my menagerie of scattered crap finding the phone buried under a pile of credit card offers and sale fliers, picked up the receiver and said "Hello" in an embarrassingly anxious crackly voice. The party on the other end of the line said "Hi Sean. You doing alright this evening?" in an shy but sexy female voice. She informed me it was Liz from apartment 218 upstairs and said that her roommate Prissy and herself were wondering if I might have time to come up for a few minutes, they had something they were wanting to show me. I told her "Uh yeah, sure. Yeah sure! Just give me a couple of minutes to make myself a stout drink and I'd be right on up." After hanging up I was mentally kicking myself in the ass about my "stout drink " remark since I faintly remembered being told by some of the neighbors that neither Liz nor Prissy were big partiers. I had also heard rumors from some of the guys that they were suspected to be lesbians so it probably didn't make any difference anyway since odds were this definitely wasn't about turn out to be no booty call. I had a well-earned reputation around the apartment complex as the fix-it-man for gadgets, appliances and other small repairs so they were most likely planning to flirt and tease just long enough to get some free labor or easy fix-it instructions out of me but, what the hell, it wasn't like I had another damn thing to do at the time.

I made myself an extra large bourbon and diet coke in a 32 ounce travel cup, leaped up the concrete stair steps, down the outdoor corridor to the door labeled 218 and rapped very businesslike with the little metal knocker thingy attached to their front door. Prissy opened the door wearing a thick white Terry cloth robe and stuck her wet head out to look each way up and down the corridor. She said "Come on in Sean" in a nervous tone. My first thoughts were that they're most likely having some clogged shower drain problems and that was something I was not gonna be able to help them out with much unless they happened to have their own snake and plunger. Damn the sorry luck!

Prissy was a large boned girl with seductive pouty lips along with a high cheek boned very pretty face - not overweight in any way - but broad shouldered and wide hipped. She had light brown skin that hinted of some Hispanic maybe American Indian blood but no detectable accent so it remained a mystery. She sported a pair of magnificent large breast that I had only seen her inadvertently show off once late one evening while I spied on her lounging solo at the pool in her one piece bathing suit. She had long straight black hair and deep dark eyes. She took my drink from my hand, placed it on coaster on the large living room table and said "Follow me back here Sean and I'll explain to you what I need."

I followed her back to the bedroom and as she pushed the door open I was more than surprised to see Liz lying naked on a queen sized bed with only a white she covering the matress and her curled in a semi fetal position. She was attempting to stare into her own armpit while making a shy effort to conceal at least some portions of her exposed body. Liz was practically the exact opposite of Prissy being that she was very thin, small tits with pointy nipples and pale creamy white skin - what I might describe as 'slinky'. But my description somehow doesn't do her justice because I swear this was a beautiful, sensuous and sexy lady. It's hard to explain but was also just as plainly undeniable. Prissy asked that I be seated in a recliner they had placed at the foot of the bed and relax while she explained their unusual situation to me. I did as I was told rather swiftly since I was needing to squat somewhere to hide my shamelessly growing erection.

Prissy stood beside the bed and began her explanation in a matter of fact manner. She began by saying "Sean, Liz has a fantastic and beautiful body as you can see. But knowing her intimately as I do I am aware of the fact that she is very, I mean VERY shy and embarrassed about one of her particular body parts. I personally find this particular body orifice of hers to be my most treasured means of pleasure and Sean before the evening is finished I totally expect you to understand why I feel this way. As it turns out, Liz had promised me earlier today that she would complete a certain task and then later on she unfortunately decided not to do this particular task for some reason still unknown to me. She knew that, without a doubt, there would be severe consequences for her refusal to complete her duty and that now brings us to why I had Liz call and invite you here this evening. Sean, if you'll agree, I would like to have you witness very closely as I have my way with Liz anally. Although I may opt to administer some lightly painful effects Liz will at no time suffer any physical harm, mainly her own shame and embarrassment will be her punishment. I do not plan to allow her any vaginal stimulation during this session and you will not be expected or allowed to participate in any role other than observing unless I decide otherwise. I alone will direct all activities and administer any punishments as I deem fit throughout the entire session. If for some reason you can't handle this requirement we'll stop now and forget the whole thing ever happened. Regardless of whether we decide to call it off or proceed, if you ever dare to so much as mention this to anyone we'll both swear on our mothers souls' that you're a sorry lying piece of shit. So Sean, shall we play?