Ana-Liz-e this!

Contents

1. Once Upon A Time
2. Summer Lovin’
3. Let’s Play A Game!
4. Highway To Hell
5. The Wild Wilde
6. Being A Good Girl Is Boring
7. Shower Serenade
8. Light My Fire
9. Black Gates Of Babylon
10. To Boldly Go…
11. It's All In The Technique
12. All Good Things…

1. Once Upon A Time
The story you are about to read is a true account of events that occurred almost thirty years ago–twenty-eight to be exact. I was twenty-three years old at the time, just after the end of my sixth semester. I passed my university entrance exams on my third attempt, as I didn’t seriously study the first two times. Since that was my last chance, I sat down and managed to pass the examination, enrolling at the School of Computer Science at the University of Crete. When I first moved to Heraklion, I was lucky to find a beautiful place to rent, just across from the main entrance of the Knossos campus.

The apartment stood on an expansive plot of land, set about thirty meters back from the entrance. Due to the slope of the terrain, the front was at ground level while the back was effectively a basement. The front featured two large double windows spanning the full width of the apartment, separated by a glass door. When the curtains were drawn back, the space was filled with natural light. Upon entering, you stepped into an open-plan living room and kitchen area. The living room included a sofa, two chairs, a library with an adjacent desk, and a large table that could seat up to six people. At the far end, two doors led to the bedroom and bathroom, respectively.

The bedroom was quite spacious, featuring two twin beds positioned opposite each other, separated by about a meter. Upon entering, you would see a large wooden wardrobe in front of the left-hand bed, with a small table and a 21” TV to its right. At the far end of the bedroom, behind the left-hand bed, a door opened to a small storage space with a skylight. This space was only a meter deep but spanned the entire width of the apartment. Above the right-hand bed, a small, narrow window allowed light from the skylight to enter. To the right of the bedroom was a large bathroom, sharing the same depth as the bedroom and about half its width.

Throughout my extensive studies, from my freshman year to the completion of my PhD, I received a steady stream of visitors in Crete, especially during the summer months. Among them was my cousin Liz. Just three days younger than me, we had grown up together, with our families as neighbors and our paths intertwined throughout school. With her blonde hair, light brown eyes, and a girlish charm, Liz embodied a captivating girl-next-door beauty. Her physique, however, was out of this world, she was absolutely stunning, tall and statuesque, a masterpiece of divine proportions. Her breasts full and inviting, her legs long and lean, and her curves simply breathtaking. She always dressed in a way that accentuated her marvelous figure, making it difficult for me to remain unaffected, despite being her cousin.

While my interest in Mom/son incest is voyeuristic in nature, with Liz, I *did* have incestuous fantasies since my early teens. As we grew up, we touched each other numerous times playing not-quite-innocent games of sexual discovery. I hadn’t seen her naked, but I knew the feeling of her boobs in my hands. That said we never escalated beyond a quick touch; we were cousins after all. I guess that was enough for both, leaving the rest to our imagination. On a not quite surprising turn of events, I managed to see her fully naked once. She came to our house for my 19th birthday party and stayed for the night. The next morning, she took a shower, and I watched her through the keyhole. I guess watching my mother with her lover had made me a peeping expert.

After my June finals, I returned home for a week, albeit reluctantly. However, this turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Firstly, I managed to catch my mom and her lover in the act again, and they put on quite a show. Secondly, I went out for coffee with Liz, and that’s where this story begins. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend and suddenly found herself with a whole month free for vacation, but no one to go with.

- “I’ m starting my new job on September; I took a whole fucking month between jobs to go vacations together, and that’s how I got repaid.”
- “Screw him, come to Crete!”
- “John-Constantine,” said using my full name, “this is very tempting. “Very tempting indeed!”
- “You’ re still thinking about it? Really? For fuck’s shake Lizzy, come visit and stay the whole month if you like!”
- “What about your September exams?”
- “I have passed all classes in June, nothing left for September, I’ll be free as a bird. Furthermore, Manos promised to sell his old car, and Mom agreed to buy it for me. In late July, I will have a car! Ok, it’s old, a 1971 Opel Rekord C Limousine, but he’s a mechanic, and car was properly maintained all these years. Not only that, but he also tuned it to death! I shit you not; she has a whopping horsepower of 334,7 PS, three times her original of 106! Okay, so it's not exactly what you'd call an economy car, but who cares? It’s not that I have to use it daily or need to drive to Campus.”
- “Haha,” she laughed. “I love how you talk about it like she's your girlfriend and that you know its horsepower down to the decimal point!”
- “Well, in a manner she is, and I didn’t have many of them since Rita and I broke up… Ditch that, no breakup talking!”
- “I don’t mind. I wish that he could find a more convenient time to dump my ass, thought. Anyway, screw him, life goes on.”
- “Attagirl!”
- “So, I'm stopping at my current job, let's see… what day is July 28th?”
- “How the hell should I know? I'm not a walking calendar. Probably Friday, though.”
- “Why?”
- “Because, duh, you don't work on Saturdays, so your last workday most probably would be Friday.”
- “Ok, it’s settled then!”
- “Alright, Maria-Elizabeth,” I said, using her full name, “I promise, I’ll do everything I can to make sure you have the time of your life!”
- “You know what, Johnny boy?” she teased, using my second name–which was actually my first, since I was baptized John-Constantine. “I believe you!”

Back then, finding info about a particular date in a hurry was no easy feat –the mobile era was yet to come! Anyway, as we found out, July 28th was indeed on a Friday. Since that day would be her last, she could get off earlier. She promised to have her things packed the day before, so she could travel right after work. Mom would send the car on the same ferry, so Liz could leave all her baggage inside; since she planned to stay for the whole month, she would have plenty to carry.

At last, the day we had both been eagerly awaiting finally arrived. I was at the Heraklion port by 05:30, excited to welcome my cousin and my car. Manos had kindly taken the car to the port, and my mom had accompanied Liz with her luggage. As the ferry docked, Liz disembarked carrying only her purse and one bag; the rest of her luggage was in the car. We exchanged a light kiss and waited patiently for the other cars to disembark. I didn’t want to be stuck alone deep in the ferry’s hold, waiting for the cars parked in front of mine to exit.

- “So, Lizzy, how was your trip?”
- “Pretty decent considering I slept on a chair. It wasn’t particularly comfy.”
- “Why didn’t you get a cabin?”
- “I don’t have any longer a student pass like you do.”
- “Guess I’m that used having a student discount that I forgot how expensive this shit is!”
- “Anyway, if you don’t mind, I really need a shower and crush on a real bed, so, if you made plans for this morning, kiss them goodbye.”
- “No problem. I planned to take you for a swim, but we could always go tomorrow.”
- “Attaboy!”
- “So, no coffee?”
- “I’d kill for a coffee, but I won’t be able to sleep afterwards, so no!”
- “Well, I need one!”
- “And who is stopping you from getting one, dumdum?”
- “Ok, we’ll make a brief detour to Lions square to get one. Actually, are you hungry? ‘Everest’ makes a pizza to kill for.”
- “Sure, why not? But no coffee for me, if you get me a coffee I will drink it, and I won’t be able to sleep. I didn’t sleep well, I’m cranky, and yesterday was the last day of my period, so…”
- “Okay, no coffee for you and not going for swim tomorrow…”
- “Why the hell not?”
- “You said you have your period!”
- “Did you fall and hit your head? I said that yesterday was my last day, and even if it weren’t, I brought my tampons, you moron!”
- “Fuck you. I woke at five o clock; I’ve slept three hours!”
- “Got out for a drink with some girl and forget to return, lover boy?”
- “Yeah, I wish! I couldn’t fall to sleep from the excitement!”
- “Aww… who’s a good boy?” told me like talking to a dog
- “Screw you!” I replied and we both burst into laughter. “Ok, I’m going in to get the car, I think most people disembarked!”

I showed my ID and descended into the depths of the second basement of the garage, deep inside the ferry’s hold, where my car was stashed. This was a beast of a car, parking it downtown would be like trying to park a ship in a bathtub, unless it's the dead of the night or early morning. Luckily, my place had plenty of space, so parking at home was a non-issue, and I didn’t need to drive to class anyway. After disembarking, Liz hopped in, and off we went to Lions Square. It was still early, around 06:30, so I managed to snag a parking spot. We grabbed a slice of pizza each, and true to her word, she just got a soda with her pizza, while I treated myself to an iced coffee. Twenty minutes or so later, we finally docked back home, and I unloaded her baggage.

Usually, I slept on the left-hand bed, not wanting to have the door in front of my eyes, nor the light from the skylight above. I asked her if she wanted to trade, by she told me that there was no need to take my bed. I went to close the curtains, to dim the light entering the apartment, so she could sleep. I let her unpack her things, the wardrobe was spacious, and after she finished unpacking, she went to take a quick shower. I didn’t try to peep, for some reason I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable doing that, so I just sat in the living room and drank my coffee waiting for her to finish.

After she finished showering, we sat and enjoyed our pizzas. I let her drift off to sleep while I headed to the supermarket for groceries. The campus eatery is open year-round and surprisingly affordable, even for non-students, so my shopping trip was more of an excuse to take my new car for a spin. Once I had everything, I took the National Highway towards Agios Nikolaos, pushing it as far as the airport before turning back. Thanks to Manos’ tuning, the car was a rocket for its size–I topped out at just over 170 km/h, which at the times was thrilling.

After getting my adrenaline fix, I returned home and stocked the fridge. Liz was out cold, so I left a note and headed to campus. My part-time gig at the University's computer center was a perfect excuse to waste time browsing the prehistoric internet at the blazing speed of 12kbps! My boss, always the taskmaster, assigned me a user account management software. No more clunky shell scripts for me, I was determined to build something better! The GUI was shaping up nicely, but I needed a way to manage multiple users at once. So, I dove into batch processing and even cooked up a simple scripting language for more advanced tasks.

I totally zoned out coding for hours until Liz snapped me back to reality. It was 4 pm! Seriously, six straight hours? My stomach was growling like a bear. I told her to join me at the campus cafeteria and went there waiting for her. The place was a ghost town except for a few stragglers–mostly grad students and undergrads who'd decided to extend their summer in Crete. Familiar faces, but no one I hung out with. When she showed up, and after having our lunch, we grabbed our coffees and went outside.

- “So, what do you want to do tonight?”
- “Whatever! Just need to go out and get a drink, or two. Is there any good place here?”
- “Plenty, Heraklion is full of students so there are many places to go. Do you feel like clubbing? It’s Saturday after all!”
- “Now you’re talking!”
- “You're going to have a blast at ‘Bahalo’. It's a fantastic club. I don’t go often, it’s a bit of a journey to get there taking the bus, it’s past Ammoudara, but it's worth the trip, especially now that we can drive there. So, let’s go downtown for a beer, eat souvlakis, and go clubbing!”
- “At last, I’m going to taste the famous Cretan souvlakis!”
- “They are beasts, I’m quite sure that you won’t be able to eat even half. I mean it, Liz, during my stay here I never ate more than one, I haven’t even tried! My first day in Heraklion had me hunting for a classic souvlaki at Lions Square. At ‘Alexakis’, I ordered my usual three. The man behind the counter, with a mustache that could rival a walrus, chuckled, and asked me in thick Cretan accent, ‘You must be new here, κοπέλι [=young lad]’ and I confirmed replying ‘Yes, I just arrived today, I’m from Athens’. He continued, “How about that? I will make one and if you are still hungry, I’ll give you another one for free.’ Well, I was a new guy, what the fuck did I know? I decided to follow his advice, and boy he was right, I barely managed to finish it, so trust me when I say that there is no chance in hell to eat more than the half, let alone finish it.”
- “Famous last words.”
- “Anyway, are you up for a swim?”
- “We just ate, numbnuts!”
- “It’s an hour drive to go to Glaros Beach, it’s pretty secluded, so even on Saturday evening there will not be many people.”
- “Sure… let’s go.”

2. Summer Lovin’
We headed home to change into our swimsuits. I was taken aback when I saw Liz in her bikini, but I managed to compose myself before the moment became awkward. We hopped in the car and drove towards Rethymno. To keep myself entertained, I brought a book since she planned to spend the day sunbathing. It took about an hour to reach Glaros Beach, and we had the entire place ourselves. We cooled off with a refreshing swim—the water was perfect, neither too cold nor too warm. After splashing around like kids for an hour, she claimed her spot in the sun.

- “Do you mind if I go topless?”
- “What?” I asked, not managing to hide my surprise.
- “Well, we are alone, and I hate tan lines!”
- “What do you want me to say? You’re a grown woman, be my guest!”
- “Thanks!” said and took off her top. I barely managed to take my eyes off her.

Magnificently shaped, d-cup sized and defying gravity, her breasts were a sight to behold! If something like OnlyFans had existed back then and she was willing, with a body like hers she could be a fucking millionaire. Thank God, I was still in the water and so I managed to hide from her eyes my raging erection. I didn’t dare to go outside, so I stayed in the water for a long hour, but at some point, I got really bored, not to mention starting getting cold, it was past 20:00. She had put a small towel over her face to cover her eyes while she sunbathed, so I was free to admire her boobs in all their splendor. Finally, half an hour later, she got up and sat on her towel.

- “Hey, button up your lips, you're going to get a fly in your mouth” she teased me as I didn’t manage to take my eyes away in time.
- “Sorry” I said, managing to compose myself quickly. “Well, boys, boobies… you being a cousin is quite irrelevant,” I joked.
- “You’ll be for a treat then. As I said earlier, I hate tan lines” replied like she didn’t have any care in the world.
- “As long as you don’t get offended if you catch me staring… I’m serious, Lizzy, sometimes we boys can’t help ourselves.”
- “Well, get used to it, as I said, I hate tan lines. And I don’t get offended, not surprisingly I rather enjoy being admired, even from my cousin.”
- “Ξα σου, as Cretans say meaning ‘suit yourself’. So, it’s getting nearly 20:30, I think it’s time to head home.”
- “I really liked here, can we come again tomorrow?”
- “Of course, but chances are that we won’t be alone, actually it was quite surprising that we were today!”
- “As long they don’t mind seeing naked boobs…”
- “Well, it depends. If there are families around tomorrow, I wouldn't recommend sunbathing topless. Some people might be offended… though I'm not betting on the dads!” I said and she chuckled.
- “Ok, if there are families around, I’ll be more discrete! Their loss!”
- “Mine also. As awkward as this might be, it’s quite entertaining!”
- “HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

We returned home and I went first to take a shower since Liz said that she planned to have a long, warm bath. I finished and returned to my bedroom while she took her turn in the shower, and se surely took her time. After what felt like forever, she came back to the room wrapped in a towel, but before I could get out of bed to give her some privacy, and completely ignoring my presence as if I weren’t even there, she threw her towel down. She was completely naked from the waist up; she wore only her undies. She opened the wardrobe, and she sat on the edge of my bed deliberating for some minutes what to wear.

She selected an elegant, two-piece black midi summer dress that left her belly bare and accentuated her beautiful curves. After getting dressed, she returned to the bathroom to put on her makeup. Her hair, a cascade of blonde, fell straight and smooth to her shoulders. She had adorable, wispy bangs that swept across her forehead, reaching her eyes, and grazing her ear on her right side. Combined with her cute, smiling face and her marvel of a body, Liz was a dame to kill for. She was stunning!

- “So, how do I look?” she asked when she was finished getting ready, spinning around so I could see her from every angle.
- “Stunning!”
- “Kostas, be honest, please.”
- “I am, Lizzy. You really are stunning. You’ll make everyone’s head turn, trust me!”
- “Aww, thank you!”
- “All the single guys are going to hit on you like crazy,” I said jokingly.
- “I’d rather they don’t. I’m not in the mood.”
- “Well, they won’t know that. All they would see is a stunning single young lady. They’d see no reason not to hit on you.”
- “I don’t have to appear single. You’ll pretend to be my boyfriend!”
- “That won’t work if we meet a friend. They know I’m single.”
- “If you trust them, you’ll tell them the truth, stressing that I really don’t want to get hit on by anyone.”
- “Why the hell not, Liz? You’re single, you are young, you are beautiful, and it is summertime, for fuck’s sake!”
- “Whatever…”
- “Summer lovin’, had me a blast, summer lovin’, happened so fast,” I started singing. “I met a girl crazy for me, I met a boy, cute as can be, summer days drifting away to uh, oh, those summer nights…”
- “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
- “Well-a well-a well-a ho, tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far, tell me more, tell me more, like did he have a car?”
- “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, cuz you’ll be the death of me!”
- “And I do have a car!” I said, making her laugh again. “So, let’s get going.”

After a somewhat adventurous search for parking, we ended up at the cozy joint called ‘Avgo’ in Korai Square. ‘Avgo’–that means ‘Egg’ in English–was my favorite place in town and played mostly rock music. We sipped our beers, and since I was driving, I drank only one. Liz, on the other hand, had no such restrictions. I guess alcohol helped her relax, as she opened to me, telling me the whole story about her breakup, without holding anything back.

- “It was about sex really… or, actually, about not having sex” she said. “I wasn’t ready to get laid and blowing him apparently wasn’t enough.”
- “What a dickhead!”
- “That’s an understatement. The final blow–pun intended–was when he tried to cum in my mouth. He didn’t fucking warn me, thankfully I understood that he has near climaxing, so I pulled out in time… but not in time enough; he came all over my face. As you understand I got mad, and one brought the other, and that was it!”
- “Screw him!”
- “Well… easier said than done… anyway, let bygones be bygones.”
- “I feel you cuz… When we broke up with Rita I got devastated. I didn’t really want to, but she wasn’t into long-distance relations, so…”
- “You know what is the worst thing? I started falling for him, and had he asked nicely I would let him cum in my mouth, swallow even. But this? No way, Jose!”
- “Well, as you said yourself, let bygones be bygones… and frankly, let’s change subject, it’s getting uncomfortable.”
- “I told you, not to wear tight pants!” she teased me.
- “HAHAHAHAH, fuck you!”
- “I didn’t, that’s why we are here” she said, making me laugh even louder.
- “That, or that you didn’t like having his edible, homemade face cream?” I retorted, making her burst into laughter.
- “That too!”

We stayed till 01:00, and then we went to Lions Square to take souvlakis.

- “Hey, listen, they don’t put tzatziki into gyros here, only plain yogurt. It’s an acquired taste for us Athenians. It’s a bit unusual in the beginning but it gets rather good when you get used to it.”
- “Okay, why not…”
- “So, one without onion?”
- “Why without onion?”
- “Well, we are going to a nightclub!”
- “So what? I don’t plant to French kiss anyone!”
- “You’ve got a point! Okay, one having everything, though I feel already sorry, you’re not going to finish even the half of it.”
- “You bet your ass I can!”
- “I strongly advise you not to bet yours, you are most definitely going to lose!” I said to her, earning her laughter once more.
- “I’m not a chicken like you!”
- “Famous last words, your ass will be mine…Okay, that didn’t sound right.”
- “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

As I predicted, she barely managed to finish half of her souvlaki. Cretan souvlakis are indeed massive, and I doubted she could eat a whole one even on an empty stomach, let alone after having three beers. I struggled to finish mine with just one beer, for goodness’ sake! After teasing her about owing me her ass, we laughed it off and hopped in the car.

We arrived at ‘Bahalo’ around 2 AM, and since there were no empty tables, we grabbed a couple of bar stools. I stuck to beer, but Liz, free from driving duties, ordered a White Russian. An hour later, ignoring my warnings, she was already on her second. She hit the dance floor but returned quickly.

- “Follow my lead,” said and she hugged me, trying to kiss me on the mouth.
- “What the fuck, Liz?” I asked freaked out.
- “I want them all to believe I have a boyfriend and stop hitting on me. Now smile, shut up and kiss me.” I did play along but the supposedly fake kiss got suspiciously enthusiastic from her part, she even used her tongue, leaving me ever more dumbfounded… and horny. We French kissed nearly for a minute, then she stopped, pulled gently, and said “Thanks, cuz” in a low voice. So, I’m returning to the dance floor.”
- “You’re welcome” I mumbled, my brain short-circuiting as I tried to process the sheer absurdity of what just happened.
- “Later… stud!” said, giving me a mischievous wink.

I rolled a cigarette and smoked it; my mind was still racing. What the hell just happened? It was too enthusiastic to be just a show; she even used her tongue. I had fantasized about Liz since my early teens, and the day had been a whirlwind. First, she took off her top on the beach, then got dressed in front of me wearing only her panties, telling me about her sex life–or rather, the lack thereof–with some pretty graphic details, and now this? It was overwhelming.

Watching her dance from afar only made things worse. Her body’s movements were fluid, vivid, and sensual. Combined with her sculpted figure, it was more than just a dance –it was poetry in motion. I let out a heavy sigh and realized my bladder was at its limit; I really needed to pee. I went to the bathroom, but being unable to relax, it took me more than five minutes to finally relieve myself.

When I returned, she was still dancing. As the DJ started playing ‘70s disco, I decided to join her; I love disco!

- “Hello handsome,” she said, putting both her hands on my shoulders.
- “Hello gorgeous, let the good time roll” said deciding to play along.

She is quite a talented dancer, but I’m also a decent one, so I gave my best as the DJ played all the good songs from the seventies’ era. At some point he changed the music to rock ’n’ roll, making both going nuts, and being summer, we sweated so much that it was like we just got out of the water. It’d been over an hour since my second beer, so I decided to get a Pinacolada while Liz got her third white Russian. I'm not sure if it was the drinks talking, but she was all over me. She was touching me, leaning close, and giving me all the signals that women give when they are into you. You know, the kind that leaves no room for doubt.

I decided to play along, so I started touching her lightly, even caressing her from time to time, and she responded accordingly. I was comfortably seated on a bar stool, but she decided not to. She stood upright until she leaned her back on me, and suddenly, I found myself hugging her from behind, while she moved gently to the rhythm of the music. She seemed relaxed, so I decided to be bolder, more adventurous. I started caressing her sides and her naked belly. Her response was to lean in even closer, fondling my hands that caressed her belly. She turned her head lightly and looked straight into my eyes.

- “A penny for your thoughts!” I spoke first.
- “It should be awkward, but it isn’t… I mean…” she said and then she stopped.
- “Yeah well, um, it is… and it isn’t… Look at the bright side, no one will have any doubts whatsoever that you have a boyfriend!”
- “For tonight, I have,” she replied, taking her hand from mine, and placing it behind my head, gently pulling me in. We started kissing again, this time even more passionately. I longed to caress her, to explore her body, but I couldn’t –not there. I feared that leaving the place might break the spell. Breaking the kiss, asked, “Kostas, do you feel like driving? I really want to go for a long drive…”
- “Sure” I replied smiling. “Anything my girl wants!” 

3. Let’s Play A Game!
We took the national road towards Agios Nikolaos, but instead of exiting at the Knossos interchange, we continued straight until we reached the airport. I took the exit and navigated the side roads to the place I had in mind. Kokkini Hani is a vast sandy beach just across from the island of Dia. We got out of the car and walked directly to the edge of the sand. The water was the perfect temperature. We took off our shoes and waded into the shallows, without speaking, simply enjoying the silence and the beautiful starry night sky. It was breathtaking; the stars twinkled like diamonds embroidered on a black veil. She hesitantly touched my hand lightly, and sensing her need, I firmly took her hand into mine.

- “A penny for your thought.”
- “Does that make you feel awkward? I mean… we are cousins.”
- “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!” I said, making her giggle. “Seriously, Liz, it doesn’t feel awkward, not in the least… it’s just…”
- “Just?”
- “I got surprised; you know? I mean… You have been drinking all night, are you sure that all this isn’t the alcohol talking?”
- “I’m relaxed, Kostas, not drunk!”
- “I feel we’re treading a fine line; you know? Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, Liz, and now we are both vulnerable. I’ve been lonely for too long, and you’re after a breakup.”
- “Do you want to live forever?”

I paused for some moments, my mind in overdrive. Did I really want to cross this Rubicon? She looked straight into my eyes and without realizing I leaned closer. My eyes shut as our lips touched; and this time it wasn’t a showoff.

Alea jacta est.

- “Let’s head home,” she asked. I nodded, and we returned to the car. We hopped in and after a twenty-minute drive we were back home. “I really need to pee!” said when we got in, running to the bathroom.
- “Are you hungry?” I asked behind the door. “I'm, so I'm going to make a French toast. Want one?"
- “Sure,” she replied.
- “Cheese, ham and tomato, nothing fancy.”
- “That’s fine.”

I went to the bedroom, starting to change clothes and put on something more comfortable for the night, when Liz came in. Again, without minding my presence, she started taking off her dress, leaving herself naked on top and wearing only her undies, while I was wearing only my underpants.

- “Someone seems happy to see me” she teased me.
- “We are… both,” I retorted earning her laughter.
- “Now, stop staring and go made these toasts you promised!”
- “Why? I enjoy the view!”
- “Don’t I see that?” she retorted again playfully.
- “Well… as I told you earlier… boy… boobies…”
- “Stop fucking around, I’m really hungry!”

Still smirking, I went to the kitchen to prepare our toasts, and after wearing only a tank top and her undies, she came to the kitchen and slapped one of my buttocks.

- “Hey!”
- “You want more?” she teased.
- “Remember that souvlaki you couldn't finish?" A playful smirk crept across his face. “Let’s not forget who owns whom!”
- “Is that right?” she said, and she gave herself a sensual slap on her own buttocks, smiling even more mischievously.
- “Do you want me to have a stroke?”
- “I sincerely doubt that, having all your blood pooled in your lower head!”
- “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The toasts were ready, I gave Liz hers and we started eating silently. After finishing we returned to the bedroom. I laid on my bed while Liz, without asking for permission, also sat on my bed, with her back on the wall, hugging her feet.

- “You don’t plan to let me sleep, do you?”
- “No! I’m your guest and I don’t want to sleep!”
- “Damn, I left my tobacco on the table,” I muttered.
She stood up, “I'll get it.” Moments later, she returned with my supplies. “Make one for me, please.”
- “When did you start smoking?”
- “I didn’t, I but once in a blue moon I really enjoy having a smoke.”
- “Suit yourself,” I said and gave her the first cigarette I have rolled. She waited for me to roll my own and lit her cigarette after lighting mine.
- “So, I never asked, how much did aunt pay for the car?”
- “Not much considering the money Manos spent over the years tuning the car to the extreme.”
- “That’s very generous of him.”
- “Yeah, it is!” I said, not wanting to continue this conversation; I had a very good idea where this generosity was coming from.
- “Kostas, do you have anything to drink?”
- “I got sodas and beer.”
- “Be a sport and get me some beer.”
- “Liz, you’re drinking too much!”
- “Stop acting like my mother!”
- “Your funeral,” I replied, but I went the kitchen and brought two beers. “What? This is just my third!”
- “Yeah, right. Anyway, are you up for a game?”
- “What kind of game?”
- “We’ll take our turns saying two things, one that’s true, and one that’s not. The other player must find which is which, and the winner gets a point. Whoever gets three points first wins.”
- “Okay, sounds like fun!”
- “Let’s make it more interesting…The looser got to say something never said to anyone.”
- “Sure, why not?” I replied and we started playing. I won the first round. “So… I’m all ears!”
- “Hmm,” she said thinking. “Ooh, I got a good one. One time I caught dad fucking mom in the ass!”
- “What???” I asked mouth agape; it was the last thing I expected to hear.
- “Yeah… it was absurd.”
- “Only absurd? It’s fucking gross!” I lied, because… well, I most definitely enjoyed watching my mom getting her ass fucked by Manos.
- “It wasn’t gross… I mean, they are still young… But seeing your mom bend over the washing machine while your dad is pounding her ass… what can I say, I found it strangely arousing…”

WHAT THE FUCK?

- “Anyway… next round, you’re starting.”

I also won the second round.

- “Okay… let me think. So, though I’ve never tried, I often fantasize about getting it from behind, I mean the same way mom did with dad.”
- “Well… sooner or later you are bound to make someone really happy!” I retorted, making her chuckle. “Well, here is a freebie, I really like your ass.”
- “Yeah, I know… I’ve caught you staring once through the mirror, it doesn’t count!”
- “Guilty as charged.” said chuckling.
- “I want my freebie! Have you ever done it this way?”
- “I did with Rita, more than once actually.”
- “Did she like it?”
- “She did, though sometimes it was painful, especially in the beginning. Well, at some point we started using lube and that pretty much did the trick.”
- “Lube! Now, that’s something I never thought!”
- “Well… actually it was Rita’s idea!”
- “Wow!”
- “Yeah, don’t let appearances fool you, she’s kinda kinky!”
- “Tell me more, tell me more, but you don’t gotta brag” she sang.
- “Hahahaha, ok, I’ll give you another one for free. Rita wasn’t any good at giving head. I don’t want to complain, she swallowed at the end, but most of the time it ended with me just jerking and cum in her mouth.”
- “Well, Tom said I was good, though I never let him cum into mine.”
- “Does this disgust you?”
- “Uhm, it’s not disgust. It’s rather confusing, the idea of letting someone cum in my mouth is, uhm, is at the same time both exciting and humiliating. If he asked me to, instead of trying to force my hand, I would have let him do that, swallow even, and we wouldn’t be here.”
- “His loss. Anyway, let’s go for another round.”

This time it was Liz who won. What secret should I tell her? I sure have plenty to choose from. I jerked to her since my early teens. I’ve watched her secretly taking a shower. I made out with Rita in an attempt to get even with Manos. Manos had a relation with Mom. I’ve lost count of how many times I secretly watched Manos fucking Mom, jerking myself, trying to last as Manos, so we cum together, me at the floor, and him usually into her mouth or her ass. I still wasn’t sure how she’d react if I confessed that I fantasized about her, and surely as hell I wouldn’t risk enraging her by telling how I watched her through the keyhole while she was taking a shower.

- “Well?”
- “Ok, here goes nothing. Mom is in a relation with Manos.”
- “What????” she asked dumbfounded.
- “Yup… I caught them with their pants down… literally,” said, trying to sound more bitter than I really was, leaving Liz looking at me agape.
- “What? How… What?”
- “You’d be surprised by your auntie…”

Though I have never told anyone the whole truth–not even my therapist –that night, I confessed to Liz a heavily modified version of what really happened, omitting the fact that what began as an attempt to confirm my suspicions about Mom’s illicit relationship with Manos turned into a voyeuristic obsession. It was not an accident, I purposely watched Mom and Manos and even worse jerked at the same time, climaxing when he came in Mom’s mouth.

- “I didn’t even suspect that they were into each other, Manos is a married man after all, he has three daughters for fuck’s shake!”
- “Does Rea know?”
- “I have no fucking clue, it’s not exactly a conversation I want to have with my sister…”
- “Ok… go on…”
- “Yeah… Well… One night I returned much earlier than planned. They were in the garden; they didn’t hear me returning. Since there was no one inside the living room, I concluded that they were in the garden, so I went to say hi. Thank Gods for the glass door, at least I managed to see them before getting out because that would be way more fucking awkward. Anyway, I stood, mouth agape, watching your auntie down on her knees giving Manos a blowjob, and I returned just in fucking time to see him cum in her mouth…”
- “Fuck!”
- “Yeah… I nearly had a stroke,” said letting out a heavy sigh, trying to sound more authentic. “Anyway, I run out like all demons of hell were chasing my ass. Well, you saw your mom and dad, but at least they are married to each other. I wouldn’t give a second thought if Manos wasn’t a married man. I mean it would still be fucking awkward, but Mom was young when dad passed away; she still is, she has her needs after all.”
- “Fuck… I would never imagine aunt doing such thing.”
- “The problem is not what Mom did, but whom she did it with!”
- “Okay, next round.”

She won again.

- “Hmmm… As it seems it’s not a secret anymore, but you really turn me on.”
- “Hahahaha, I’ve seen it firsthand! No, something else!”
- “Ok… When back at the club and you leaned in me, while caressing your belly… I’d kill to fondle your girls.”
- “Hahahaha, I got a good feeling of your hard-on, still not a secret!”
- “Damn… it’s unfair, we boys can’t hide our arousal!”
- “Well… If I were just with my panties, I wouldn’t be able to hide it either, if you had a good look, I mean!”
- “You liked it as much?”
- “What do you think, dumdum?”
- “Fuck… I mean… we are cousins!”
- “Yeah… you know? It’s kinkier this way!”
- “True dat… I have held a girl like this more than once, but getting this hard? You’re the first!”
- “So, I’m still waiting.”
- “Ok… Though I nearly have a stroke, I got a real hard on watching Mom blowing Manos.”
- “You did?” she asked relieved. “Well, so did I, or rather its wet equivalent,” said chuckling “watching Dad fuck Mom in the ass.”
- “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t jerk remembering this,” said lying, “but yes… for a moment I got really-really hard.”
- “Tell me the story! I want all the details.” she said mischievously, leaving me again stunned; that happened a lot that day!
- “What???”
- “If you do, I’ll let you play with my boobies for as long as you like!”

What the fuck did she say? I stared at her in disbelief. She was clearly sober; that wasn’t drunk talk. I had fantasized about something like this countless times over the years. I couldn’t believe my own ears. My mind raced. I never imagined Liz proposing such a thing in a million years! Did I want to? Of course, I did; but all these long years of longing for her, of lusting for her, gave the whole situation a surrealistic touch.

I remembered what my late father used to say when I hesitated to do something. “You can start, and you might not finish, but son, you will never finish something you never started.” And what did Matthew say? “Ask and it shall be given to you; seek and ye shall find.”

Here goes nothing!

4. Highway To Hell
- “Well?” she asked again.
- “Sure,” I said finally and sat on the bed, putting a pillow behind my back. Without hesitation she leaned on me.

Even after nearly thirty years, that night remains etched in my memory. The soft melody drifting in from the radio, the intoxicating scent of her hair, her body's subtle tremors beneath my touch–these sensations nearly vivid as then. My heart pounded, each throbbing a desperate plea for time to stand still. I began to caress her tenderly, my hands tracing the contours of her shoulders and then gliding down her sides. Her breathing grew shallow, her body yielding to the pleasure. As my hands found her breasts, I felt her nipples taut beneath the thin fabric. Her body arched slightly, and I sensed a growing intensity in her.

"You have a story to tell," she purred, her voice low and sultry.
- “I will,” replied smiling. She allowed me to take her tank top off and after setting it aside, I groped her naked breasts. I toyed with her nipples, earning a low moan, and stated fondling them. “So, we were supposed to hang out with George that night, but he came down with a fever. Poor guy was really sick, you know how bad a summer fever can be…”
- “I do…” she replied managing to find her voice.
- “Anyway” I said, slowly sliding my right hand lower. “I sat with George to keep him company but after an hour he got really exhausted and wanted to sleep, so I left and returned home.” I slid my right hand even lower, to the edge of her pubic area and I stopped there, without stopping fondling her left breast with the other. “I went in, both kitchen and living room were empty, so I thought that they were out, sitting in the garden. All the lights were off and though I found that slightly curious, I didn’t give it much thought, so I marched straight to the exit that leads to the garden. The curtains were pulled to their sides, so I had a perfect view of the back porch.” I started getting my hand even lower and though she tensed as my hand was nearing her pussy, she didn’t stop me. “Even with the lights off, the porch wasn’t totally in the dark, thanks to the streetlight outside. What I saw left me stunned.” Without warning, I put my right hand under her panties and groped her pussy. Wow, she was shaven! She tensed again. “Do you want me to stop?”
- “No…” she barely managed to reply. “Please don’t stop!”
- “Telling the story or what I’m doing?”
- “Both…” she replied again in a sultry voice.
- “Manos was sitting on a chair” I said starting caressing her clit, earning a loud moan. “Mom was down on her knees, and I could see her head bobbing up and down clearly.” I put my finger inside her, getting another moan.
- “Aaaah aaaah!”
- “Yeah… I imagine Manos moaned too, though I couldn’t hear him through the glass. As the lights were off, they couldn’t see me, but I could see them very clearly. I shit you not, I nearly had a stroke,” I continued while finger fucking my own cousin, making her moaning even louder. “I stood staring at them unable to believe my own fucking eyes. Mom was performing a blowjob to Manos, a married man. She was naked above the waist, it’s the first time I saw mom’s boobs, naked I mean. I… I couldn’t help but notice that she had great boobs… not like yours…” I said groping her left boob while I continued finger-fucking her “…but quite beautiful, considering her age. They were medium sized, and as I found later when she stood up and turned to my direction, round shaped. They seemed pretty firm, sagging only slightly.”
- “AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!”
- “You like it, Liz?”
- “God yes!!! Please don’t stop! Please!”

It wasn’t the first time I felt empowered over a girl; I had felt it with Rita. The power was intoxicating. I didn’t understand why at the time, not until years later when I learned about BDSM. I am what they call a Dominant, and Rita is a Submissive, though neither of us knew it then. It just felt natural –me requesting, her delivering.

I had known Liz my whole life. She was no-nonsense, driven, dynamic, and yet, at this moment, my power over her was nearly absolute. I forgot my reservations and doubts; the only thing that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of control. Not forcibly, but willingly, she was under my spell.

My relationship with Rita had taught me two things: never request something unless you know the other person can deliver, and never ask a question if you don’t already know the answer. I thought I knew what Liz’s response would be, but she took it even further –much, much further.

- “Will you relieve me after?”
- “I will give you a blowjob, I’ll even let you cum in my mouth… as long… as long as you don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

That was it! I had her!

Over the years I lost count of many times I jerked fantasizing Liz giving me a blowjob. Today was the day that fantasy would turn into reality, the day that the dream would come true.

- “Okay” I replied, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest. I resumed finger fucking her, making almost scream from pleasure. “As I said, I saw clearly her head bobbing up and down, pleasuring Manos. He had reclined in the chair, with his head lolled backwards and clearly enjoying the act. I guess, he was near climaxing because he grabbed Mom by the hair and gave her a faster pace,” said, as I started playing with her clit with my middle finger doing circular motions. Her body arched like a bow and by experience I knew that she was near climaxing, just like Manos in the story I was recounting. “He was near climaxing, so he increased her pace even more, making her head bob up and down faster and faster. If not for the absurdity of the moment, this spectacle would be quite sensual, she could take him fully into her mouth. Manos tensed and pushed Mom down till his full length was in her mouth and he kept her still. Even behind the glass I could hear him moaning as he came into Mom’s throat. I could saw her clearly, mesmerized by the movements of her neck tensing and bulging as she swallowed his load.” Liz’s body arched even more as she climaxed almost screaming.
- “AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH”
- “She didn’t stop even after she swallowed his full load. She took her penis into her hands and started licking it him, from its base to the top. When she finished, she raised her eyes to meet his, her gaze filled with longing, and he tenderly caressed her cheek.”
- “Of God… oh God…” said, trying to find her breath.
- “Did you enjoy that, Liz?”
- “Are you kidding me? That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had!”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I didn’t. What I did know, however, was that I had found myself once again under the spell of the intoxicating feeling of power. I was just a boy, knowing nothing about power dynamics and their intricacies, going purely on instinct. That instinct screamed that while I had Liz under my spell, she wasn’t like Rita. I struggled to put my thoughts into words; at that time, I didn’t have the language to express my gut feelings.

The only thing I was sure about was Rita’s eagerness to please came from a different place than Liz’s. What I truly lusted for, even more than the act itself, was the obedience and eagerness of my partner to please me. Liz gave me that, and no matter how many times I had fantasized about her pleasuring me over the years, it was her eagerness that I really sought.

- “Um… listen Liz… I was toying with you. There is no need to give me a head if you really don’t want… I mean…”
- “But I do!” she responded interrupting me.
- “You sure?”
- “No… so stop fucking around before I change my mind.”

We were to cross another Rubicon.

- “Do you want me to warn you?”
- “No, I said I will let you cum in my mouth and I’m a gal who keeps her word.”
- “Okay…”
- “Take off your pants,” she asked me she slipped from my arms and moving further down the bed.
- “No. Pull them off.”

She stared at me for some moments, but she did what I’ve asked, and I raised my pelvis to help her. In our many not-quite-innocent games we had when we were teenagers, she had touched me many times, but this was the first time she saw me fully naked. She touched it hesitantly and giggled by my involuntary reaction. She gently caressed my penis for some moments and decisively she lowered her head I took me slowly into her mouth. The light touch of her lips around my erection was electric. She played with me with her tongue for some moments and she took me deeper, much deeper than Rita had ever managed. She started bobbing her head up and down slowly, and I couldn’t help but let out a low pleasure moan.

She way was better than Rita in giving head. She couldn’t take me fully inside her mouth, but she managed over three quarters of my length. I couldn’t help but compare her performance to Mom’s while pleasuring Manos. She showed the same eagerness to please, and as Mom did with him, she held my penis in her hand and licked it from its top to its bottom. She seemed to really enjoy giving head. She took me again into her mouth and I watched fascinated her head bobbing, swallowing with each movement the better part of my penis. I will remember to my last day on earth her gulping sounds, the low pleasure moans she let escape and the incredible sensation of my penis deep in her wet mouth. I wished the time stood still, the moment to last forever.

- “I love your penis” she said stopping for some moments. “Not too big, not too small, not too thick, not to thin, not too wide, not too narrow, just the perfect combination for giving head!”
- “Well, I’m most certainly glad you enjoy, and should you ever want to repeat that feat, know that I will gladly be at your service,” said, making her jiggle.
- “Sure, you would,” said chuckling. Did you enjoy it, Kostas?”
- “While you’re just the third girl giving me blowjob, I assure you that you are the best by far!”
- “Third? Wasn’t Rita your first?”
- “No, she was the second!”
- “And who was the first? Tell me or I’ll stop!”
- “Well… that would be you… in my fantasies. I’ jerked fantasizing about you since your boobs started growing bigger!”
- “Oh… Oooh… Ok, that’s flattering in a disturbing kind of sense!”
- “I masturbated you while I recounted the story of Mom giving a blowjob, you yourself are giving a blowjob to your first cousin, and this is what you find disturbing?” I asked, making her burst into laughter.
- “You got a point… So, where were we? Right…” she said, taking me again in her mouth.

She started again giving a slow, sensual blowjob. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I let myself to her pace. I caressed her left breast, and I swear, to this day I never made out with a woman with better boobs than hers. I briefly closed my eyes to enjoy the act with all my other senses. The gulping sounds, the caressing of her tongue, the wet sounds she made, her moans when pinched her nipple, the firmness of her breast… It was a symphony of the senses, a kaleidoscope of sensations.

I opened my eyes and as if she suddenly became aware of my gaze, she raised her eyes and for a moment she looked into mine without stopping doing what she did. I smiled and ran my fingers through her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. She closed her eyes again and drifted back to caressing me with her mouth. Over the years I found that it’s not easy for me to climax when getting head, but at the time I didn’t even begin to suspect that; Rita’s blowjobs were quite mediocre after all. While she enjoyed doing what she did, she started getting weary, so to speed things up, I grabbed her gently by the hair and gave her a faster pace. We went on with this for a while but as chance would have it, it was my suggestion of using her hand that did the trick. Tell me about getting a helping hand!

- “Use your hand, Liz” I whispered softly.

She really knew how to jerk a guy! While stroking me, she made circular motions using her fist and synchronized her head’s bobbing with her strokes, and the sensation was so intoxicating that I nearly lost it. I grabbed her again by the hair, and pushed her down, and then up, and then down, again, and again, and again, giving her an almost frantic pace and her stifled moans multiplied, but her head followed obediently, offering no resistance. My eyes closed involuntarily as I felt my climax getting closer. I almost screamed from pleasure as my penis erupted making spasms inside her mouth; each burst releasing a load of cum. She gulped trying to take my full load, but some spilled over her lips. I gently wiped her chin, and I put my finger into her mouth. Liz licked it clean and repeated the same with my penis. She then raised her head, looking me straight in the eyes.

- “I really didn’t expect you to swallow.” I said, and she giggled.
- “Well… there’s a first time for everything!”
- “I’m really honored.” I said jokingly, and she giggled again.
- “I take you enjoyed it!”
- “The best blowjob I ever had, cross my heart and hope to die, hopefully from another blowjob of yours!” This time she laughed. “I really need a smoke, as they say the three best things in the world are a drink before and a smoke after,” I continued, making her laugh even harder.
- “You know something? I love how you make me laugh; you always did. If you weren’t my cousin, I would be truly and madly in love…”
- “What I can say, I’m perfect” I replied, and she hit playfully on my chest.
- “I was thinking…”
- “You do? I thought I blew your mind!” I teased her again.
- “Really? Thought I was the one who did the blowing. Now shut up and let me finish!”
- “Again? I don’t have another such story to tell!”
- “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
- “Ok, ok! What did you want to tell me?”
- “I… I’d love to fall asleep in your arms. Right here.”
- “Aww,” I said, opening my arms as I laid down on the pillow. Liz giggled and snuggled right in. I stroked her hair.
- “So,” she asked, “what’s the plan for tomorrow?"
- “Gee… I don’t know… My girlfriend came visiting and I’m fully booked for the next month!”
- “Your girlfriend?”
- “You will be” I said, my voice filled with hope. “Even if it's only for a month.”
- “I will be,” she whispered softly and looked up at me, looking straight into my eyes.

5. The Wild Wilde
The next morning, I was the first to wake up and it took me a few moments to find my bearings. Liz was sleeping next to me, naked from the waist up; it hadn’t been a dream after all! I sat up on the bed, unable to take my eyes off her, drawn to her sleeping figure like a magnet. She looked so peaceful, so sweet–like an angel. I caressed her hair and smiled as a sleepy murmur escaped her lips.

I stood up, albeit with some difficulty, and went about my morning routine. I made my coffee and lit a cigarette, savoring the sweet burning sensation. My heart raced; it hadn’t been a dream! I really had made out with Liz! I had fantasized about this since I was thirteen, but never in a million years would I ever imagine yesterday’s roller coaster. Never in a million years would I ever think that my fantasies could become reality. It was real, yet it felt completely surreal.

The strangest thing was that I didn’t find it awkward at all. Perhaps fantasizing about her all these years had somehow prepared me for this. Ignoring the euphoric feeling, I realized we were walking on thin ice. Without saying it out loud, Liz had hinted that she might have feelings for me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. It’s not easy for me to develop feelings for others. Falling in love with Rita had been a big surprise, and in the end, it hurt like hell. Yet, strangely, I rejoiced in the feeling. After being emotionally numb since losing my father, it made me feel like a normal person again.

I let out a sigh and took another sip of coffee, my string of uneasy thoughts preventing me from savoring its taste. Every action has its reaction, as the laws of nature dictate. Our choices, good or bad, shape our lives. The fruits of our labor, both sweet and bitter, are ours to savor or endure. Liz and I are both accountable for our actions and the outcomes that arise from them. As the ancient proverb goes, ‘As a man sows, so shall he reap.’ Without realizing it, I started singing.

Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que sera, sera… What will be, will be…

I let out another sigh and I started preparing her breakfast. It was nothing fancy, just a French toast with cheese, ham, tomato, and a homemade sauce made of ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise. I also made one glass of orange juice and a cup of iced coffee. I smiled; I was about to serve Liz breakfast in bed. Then it hit me again, what the hell was I doing? On the one hand, I worried about her falling for me, and on the other, I did unconsciously everything I could to make her do exactly that, like a self-fulfilling prophecy. I sighed once again; sometimes our lives are full of these contradictions.

Stop doing this!

Act as if ye had faith- and faith will be given to you. Seize the day, seize the moments that shall come to pass and lost forever into eternity’s foggy depths. Putting it mundanely; move your ass and if needed, fake it until you make it. I wore a smile on my face and took breakfast to the unsuspecting sleeping beauty. I put down the disc and attempted to wake her by rubbing gently her left arm. She was a light sleeper, in full contrast to my sister Rea who wouldn’t wake up even if a jumbo jet took off next to her bed.

- “Good morning sunshine,” I said as she tried to find her bearings. “I’ve made you breakfast.”
- “You did?” asked in rather surprised in her sweet sleepy voice.
- “I did!”
- “Uh… what time is it? I don’t feel especially sunshine-y,” she said jokingly.
- “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away,” I sung making her giggle and she responded accordingly, though in an entirely different music style.
- “Do you love me? I can really move. Do you love me? I’m in the groove. Now, do you love me? Do you love me? Now that I can dance?” she sang making me burst into laughter, improving instantly my mood. She sat upright on the bed and after sipping some orange juice she started munching her French toast. “So, what’s the plan for today?”
- “For starters you putting your tank top, your bikini or a bra, it kinda makes hard to concentrate seeing you topless.”
- “Is this the only thing my titties make hard?” she chuckled playfully.
- “Haha, fuck you!”
- “You wish!” she continued teasing me. She took a sip from her coffee and for some moments she closed her eyes savoring the taste. “Hey, that’s good! When did you learn to make coffee that good?”
- “Wait until you try my pasta, it will rock your world!”
- “Ooh! It’s getting better and better!”
- “So, Liz, how did you sleep?”
- “Like a log, your arms are surprisingly comfy! You?”
- “Even better, your ass is unsurprisingly arousing!” I said, making her choke on her toast with laughter.
- “Do you want to kill me or something?” said after finding her breath.

We continued our banter until she finished her breakfast. She got out of bed to go to her daily routine as I washed the dishes. After she finished, we decided to go again to Glaros beach, taking a quick detour to Lions square to buy coffee and bottled water. Arriving at the beach, to Liz’s delight we found just a couple of other groups hanging out. Unsurprisingly she ditched her top and I couldn't blame the guys for staring. I snagged her before they could get any ideas and pulled her in for a kiss. She tasted like coffee.

After putting our sun lotion, we went straight into the water, and we stayed fooling around for more than an hour. I let her go out to do her sunbathing, but I stayed in the water having nothing to do until I remembered that yesterday I brought a book that I left in the car. I fetched it and lied next to her using a bag for a pillow. She lied to her stomach with her eyes closed. I smiled and started reading my book.

After an hour or so we jumped in for a quick swim to cool off and then headed home. We each took a quick shower, and as promised, I made her a carbonara. It wasn’t quite a restaurant-quality dish, but she seemed to enjoy it, so I considered it a win. After dinner, we relaxed on the couch, chatting for about half an hour. Then, we decided to take a nap, or at least that was the plan. She ended up curling up next to me, and before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep with her in my arms.

- “Did you notice how they stared?”
"Um, what?" I mumbled sleepily, starting to doze off.
- “The boys at the beach, I mean.”
- “Ugh-uh”
- “I bet you did. I bet that’s why you kissed me. Getting possessive, are we?”

That woke me up for good!

- “Got you!”
- “Yeah, you’re right,” I admitted, letting out a sigh.
- “I knew it!” she teased.
- “Sorry, Lizzy…” I started to explain.
- “What? I liked that, you big buffoon!” she interrupted, a playful glint in her eye.
- “You did?” I was genuinely surprised.
- “Of course! It caught me off guard, but I liked it. You’re not jealous, are you?”
I hesitated for a moment. “I’m not jealous, but I do get a little territorial sometimes. Seeing those guys staring made me want to mark my territory, I guess.”
- “Thank God for not being dogs! I mean I’m kinky but I ‘m not that kinky,” said and I laughed so hard that hurt.
- “That you are,” I replied wiping the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand.
- “Boys don’t cry.”
- “You’d be surprised.”
- “I know, dumdum, I was teasing you.”
- “So, since you decided to not let me sleep, tell me about your kinks!”
- “Tit-for-tat. You tell me yours; I tell you mine.”
- “Okay, but you start!”
- “Now that I remember, I told you one last night!”
- “If you’re referring to fantasize getting it in the ass, that’s not a kink! So, spill it out!”
- “Okay… sometimes I fantasize about getting spanked!”
- “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship! You know, Rita and I did that many times, she was getting on by that!”
- “She did?”
- “Oh, yes!”
- “Tell me more tell me more but you don’t gotta brag,” sang the words for me.
- “Okay. So, as I said, we did it from behind many times. I liked fucking her on her all fours, even when I didn’t fuck her in the ass. It started like a joke, actually, one time while we were in the act I spanked her playfully. She replied ‘harder’, and the rest is history!”
- “Haha, if only Manos knew what you did to his daughter…”
- “What would he do? Get angry at me for spanking his daughter when his married ass fucked my mother?”
- “Shit, you’re right.”

What I told her was again a heavily modified version of the events. Not the spanking part, but how it began. I didn’t spank Rita playfully; the first slap I gave her on her buttocks was quite hard. And I did it on purpose, the night before I watched Manos spanking Mom before fucking her ass, and I wanted somehow to get back. When she asked for more, I realized that we are both into rough sex, like spanking, pulling her hair and the rest. Actually, Rita was the one who suggested using something different from my hands. We started with a large woven spoon and went up to using the belt. We didn’t go any further, as I said, we knew nothing about BDSM and such.

- “Hey, wake up!” she said, confusing my drift into thoughts for zoning out.
- “Yeah, sorry. Where were we at?”
- “It’s your turn to tell a kink.”
- “Woah, doesn’t what I said count?”
- “Nope, it was a follow-up to my confession!”
- “Okay, sure, let me think,” I said thinking hard what to tell her, because my voyeuristic interest into watching Mom get fucked in all ways possible by Manos, was something I couldn’t confess. “Okay, got it. I get aroused by the obedience.”
- “What do you mean?”
- “Rita wasn’t near talented as you giving blowjobs!” I said teasingly but then got serious. “What I enjoyed more than the actual blowjob was Rita getting obediently down on her knees and taking me into her mouth. Or the times when I jerked and came in her gaping mouth or all over her face. And since we are talking about your talent in blowjob, when did you get that good?”
- “Firstly, we weren’t talking about my talents. Secondly, well, uhm, what can I say? I’m a natural!” said chuckling.
- “Was Tom your first?”
- “No, that would be Alex; remember him?”
- “Yes, I know who you’re talking about. Did you swallow?”
- “Nope, you are the first! I mean I let Alex cum in my mouth, but I never swallowed!”
- “For real? I thought that you joked!”
- “Nope!”
- “How so? I mean I didn’t expect you to swallow mine either.”
- “None of the above made me ever feel like you did. Believe it or not, it was my first orgasm, I mean without doing it by myself!”
- “Really?”
- “Not only that, but I came fast. You see, I’m a slow fuse, sometimes I don’t even manage to get to orgasm before my hand starts to wear.
- “Now I must ask. What do you fantasize when playing with yourself?”
- “Tit-for-tat!”
- “Deal!”
- “Okay. Don’t freak out, but often I fantasized about getting raped.”
- “What???” I asked, surprised rather than shocked, after all, Rita also had this kind of erotic fantasies.
- “What? I don’t want to be raped, it’s only an erotic fantasy!”
- “I got it, I just didn’t expect to hear it from you.”
- “You’d be surprised, I ‘m most definitely not the only girl having these kinds of fantasies!”
- “I know that; Rita had also this kind of fantasies!”
- “She did?”
- “Oh yes.”
- “Do you?”
- “In a manner of speaking, I do. It’s not exactly about rape; it’s more about getting what I’ m asking for. I prefer to fantasize about enforcing sex, but not violently. Like she can’t do otherwise, with obedience being her only option. Not by using violence or threats, not even blackmail. It’s complicated, to be frank. I get aroused by power play, with me being the strong one and the other being the weak. And by strong, I don’t mean physically; I mean powerful enough to make her surrender and do with her what I like. ‘The strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must.’ That line from the Melian Dialogue encapsulates exactly what I wanted to convey.”
- “I didn’t have you pegged for a libertine!”
- “A what?”
- “Using that line from the Melian Dialogue in the context of sexual relations is quite libertinistic.”
- “Lizzy, I don’t know that word!”
- “A libertine is someone who disregards moral, social, or religious norms.”
- “Isn’t that what immoral or amoral means? What’s the correct word?”
- “Not exactly. The immoral disregards morals, while a libertine often ignores them. Amoral is someone who completely lacks morals, without necessarily adopting a philosophical stance like a libertine.”
- “I didn’t study philosophy at the University of Athens like you did, but I know this: Everything in the world is about sex, except sex; sex is about power.”
- “Oscar Wilde, huh?”
- “Studying computer science doesn’t mean I don’t have other interests!”
- “Okay, fair enough. Whose turn is it next?”
- “You very well know it’s yours, missy!”
- “Can’t blame a girl for trying!”
- “Try harder!”
- “Like this?” she asked, taking off her tank top.

6. Being A Good Girl Is Boring
- “Oh no you don’t!”
- “I just did and don’t tell me that you’re not happy to see the girls!” said, teasing me about my sudden erection.
- “It seems to me that someone asks to get spanked!” I retorted.
- “What can I say, I like being a bad girl, being a good girl is boring!” she said seductively, then burst out laughing. “You should see your face!”
- “Is that so?” I asked, and I playfully pounced on her, tumbling onto the bed. We laughed and giggled as we wrestled each other. I held her still. "That would be five in each buttock!” said wishfully, not really expecting her compliance, even though she said that she fantasied about that.

Well, I was proved wrong. I wasn’t the only one who found power plays arousing, she also did just from the opposite side; I like being powerful and she to be overpowered. She obediently stood on all four, and by Gods, she really knew how to stand correctly. My penis nearly burst out of my pants. I didn’t hesitate, I went behind her and pulled down her undies. She was like a damned statue, like her buttocks were sculpted.

- “I want you to count. If you lose the count, the slap will be repeated. Do I make myself clear?”
- “You are, Sir!”

It was the first time in my life that I’ve been called “Sir,” as I said I knew nothing about BDSM. Without knowing why, I got even harder. The first slap, on her left buttock, was a mild one.

- “One!”. The second was harder, and the third even harder. “Two… three… aaaah, four… five… AAAAAAH… six… MMMM seven… eight… aaaah aaaah, nine…”

I delivered the last one, but she didn’t say “Ten.” Picking up on the cue, I started spanking her until her buttocks started getting red. We stopped at 50, not because she told me to, but because my right hand began to ache!

- “Sit tight,” I said and got into the bathroom to get a body lotion, and when I returned, I softly massaged the lotion into her buttocks. “Do not move until I give you permission.”
- “Yes, Sir” she replied obediently.
I put a pillow behind my back and sat on the bed. “Turn your ass to me without getting up. Yes, that’s great. Now, take me in your mouth.”

She started giving me head obediently, while I fondled her ass. I paused the blowjob, just to insert three fingers in her mouth, and as I pulled them out, she resumed the blowjob. I rubbed my middle finger on her backdoor for some moments and feeling quite confident I slid it as deep as it could go inside her and started finger fucking her ass. Startled, she stopped giving head and glanced up at me. I didn’t speak and deliberately ignoring her, I continued with what I was doing. She was still hesitant.

- “Carry on,” I commanded her.
- “Sir…” she tried to speak.
- “Do I need to repeat myself?”
- “Sir… it’s just… I… I haven’t…”
- “You haven’t done what, exactly? You blew me last night!”
- “I… I don’t mean the blowjob… You… you are the first that you fingered my… my…”
- “For real?” I asked rather surprised. I stop finger fucking her, becoming worried all the sudden. “Did I take it too far? Fuck, I was carried out…”
- “No Kostas… no… I… I like what we are doing… It’s just… I… I’ve never done sex this way.”
- “Um… my intentions were not quite that. I mean it’s just a fingering while you give me head!”
- “Oh… Ooh…” she said really embarrassed.
- “Lizzy, if I had such intentions, I would have asked you beforehand and most certainly I would have used lube!”
- “I just thought… ugh, this is getting really embarrassing…”
- “Come here, silly,” I said with a smile, opening my arms. She looked at me shyly for a moment before burrowing into my hug, giggling at first and then bursting into laughter so hard that she ended up breathless. “Still owning your ass, though,” I continued, and she burst again into laughter.
- “Oh God, I feel so stupid now!”
- “Would you have stopped me if I continued?”
- “No, I wouldn’t,” she replied without any hesitation.
- “You see, sometimes that is all I need to hear. For me, eagerness to please me counts more than the act itself. Have you been asked before to do this by your former partners?”
- “Yes, twice. I said no!”
- “Then I’ll be your first!” I said, and that was a statement.
- “As you wish,” she replied obediently.
- “But not now, and most definitely not without using a lube. I want this to be as much enjoyable for you as it would for me.”
- “Thank you” she said smiling. Then she smirked naughtily. “We left something in the middle.” She lowered herself and took me again in her mouth. It’s not easy for me to climax getting head but this time was one of the rare exceptions, it took me less than two-three minutes before I felt near climaxing. I held her still and emptied myself deep into her mouth.
- “Swallow,” I commanded.
- “Already did!” she giggled. I opened my arms, and she burrowed into my hug. She looked up at me. “Did you like it?”
- “More than you can imagine,” replied, stroking lightly her head.

After that, we both drifted into sleep, and when I woke up about two hours later, she was still in my arms. The whole situation felt surreal, like I was dreaming. Had I wanted to, I could have taken her right then. I had fantasized about this since I was thirteen, and ten years later, it was just a matter of when. I decided it would be tonight, after we returned home from Rethymno. We would need to stop to buy condoms; I wasn’t planning to have just her ass–I was quite sure I could have her in every way I desired.

That thought gave me a pause; I still couldn’t pinpoint the differences between her and Rita, but I instinctively knew their psyches were different. Now I know that Liz is what is called a bottom. Her urge for obedience and pleasuring her partner is restricted to the bedroom. Back then, I had no clue; I was going purely on instinct. While others like to take things as they come, I prefer planning ahead. It fuels my imagination and heightens my arousal. I smiled as I made my devious plans for the night. She murmured something in her sleep and held me tighter. The phone rang, and careful not to wake her, I got up and went into the living room.

- “Hello,” I said, answering the phone.
- “Hello, sweetheart,” Mom replied. “How are you and Liz doing?”
- “Hello, Mom. We’re great. I just woke up from my siesta; Liz is still sleeping. We went swimming and clubbing last night. Thank God for the car… or rather, you and Manos!”
- “I hope you’re driving carefully and not drinking!”
- “Of course, Mom. Yesterday I had two beers and a light cocktail, spaced more than an hour apart. How are you? How’s Rea and my niece?”
- “I’m fine, and so are your sister and her daughter. Tomorrow we’re all going swimming together.”
- “Okay, Mom. Look, I gotta go. I need to wake the sleeping beauty up to start getting ourselves ready. Tonight’s plan includes clubbing in Rethymno.”
- “Alright, sweetie. Be careful and take care of yourselves. Oh, remind your cousin to call her parents!”
- “I will, Mom. Give my kisses to Rea, Catherine, and George. Bye!”
- “Bye, sweetie! Take care!”

I hung up the phone and headed to the bathroom to take a piss. Rita once asked me to piss on her face, that initially shocked me. Eventually, I did it, but it took me a while to deliver; it’s not easy for me to go in the presence of others, let alone on demand onto an eager face with a gaping mouth. I asked her to close her mouth –even the thought of doing it into a gaping one made me shiver, and that finally did the trick. Surprisingly, I started enjoying it, so we repeated it many times, or at least when we didn’t both burst into laughter.

Would Liz go for it? “Focus!” I scolded myself and went to the kitchen to make two coffees before waking her.

- “Wake up sleeping beauty!”
- “What… what time is it?”
- “Half past seven. Come on, wake up, I made coffee.”
- “Can you get me my tank top?”
- “I can but I won’t, I like you better this way!” I teased her and she chuckled.
- “Imagine my surprise!”
- “Come on, move your ass!” I asked and teasing me she did in the most seductive way, making me hard again.
- “What?” she asked innocently.
- “You da best!” I responded, barely able to hold my laughs. “All five of you!”
- “Five?”
- “Your boobs, your buttocks and of course their owner!” I said, making her giggle. “Though I remind you that I have temporarily custody of your ass!”
- “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
- “So, for tonight’s clubbing you will wear your sexy short pants!”
- “Aye-aye Sir! Anything else?”
- “Yes, one of your sexy tops. Without bra!”
- “Hehe, I don’t when wearing my favorite tops!”
- “Ok, let’s have our coffee and take a shower!”
- “Together?” she asked teasingly.
- “Well, we could, if you plan doing shower down on your knees!”
- “Well, I have a solution for this,” she said and got out of the bed.
- “Is that so?”

Without saying a word, she got down on her knees. Looking me straight in the eyes, she pulled down my panties and, without hesitation, took me almost fully into her mouth. My God, she was good. I closed my eyes to heighten my other senses; the feeling of my penis in her wet mouth was… God, it was beyond words, my brain turned to soup. I grabbed her head and held her still. She raised her eyes to meet mine, and I started mouth fucking her.

I had attempted this a few times with Rita, and every time it ended in disaster, but Liz wasn’t Rita. She managed to take almost the full length of my penis inside her mouth without choking, and the sensation was out of this world. I stopped to let her catch her breath but didn’t resume the mouth fuck. Instead, I set the pace, grabbing her head by the hair. She started stroking me, synchronizing her head with her fist, and my moans grew louder and louder as I neared climax. I closed my eyes and held her still as I exploded deep inside her mouth, letting out a loud moan. She gulped repeatedly, swallowing my bursts. After finishing, she giggled and gave a light kiss to my lower head before raising her eyes to meet mine.

- “This time was salty,” she said.
- “Next time I will put more sugar in my coffee,” replied with a chuckle. She was still down on her knees, and I gently stroked her head. I helped get up, and took her in my arms, but when I tried to kiss her, she hesitated. “Is there something wrong?” I asked worriedly.
- “No! It’s that… I just gave you head.”
- “So?” I asked without understanding, but then it hit me. I pulled her closer and this time she didn’t offer any resistance. Our kiss was deep, fiery.
- “My ex-boyfriends didn’t like to kiss me after blowing them,” said bitterly. She smiled shyly while I stroked her cheek gently.

I gave her a second kiss, even more deep and enthusiastic.

- “I’ m nothing like those dickheads.”
- “No, you aren’t. You’re the best fake boyfriend I ever had.” She sighed. “I wish we weren’t cousins. I’ve never met anyone who could make me laugh quite like you. Your tenderness is something I’ve never experienced from any boyfriend. And you’re the only person who’s ever truly listens to me.” She chuckled. “Not to mention that you are the only one who made me cum!”

I felt sudden uneasiness, she had indeed started falling hard for me, and even if we weren’t cousins, I wouldn’t feel the same. I mean, I liked her, and I liked her much, but not this way. “What did you expect you fucking moron,” I scolded myself. “She is vulnerable and you’re playing her like a two-dollar banjo without even realizing.” While I wasn’t in love, I really loved her, not only because we are cousins but because we grew up together, first and foremost Liz was my buddy.

- “Kostas, chill out!” said, as if she read my mind. “What I wanted to convey is that I wish I could find someone like you. I don’t know what that thing between us is called, but I know very well that its end is predetermined. The month will pass, and this magical carriage will turn back into a pumpkin. I don’t care, do you hear me? Whatever this is, however forbidden it may be, I want to live it to the fullest. Even if it hurts. Because if you’ve never felt the sting of loss, for what have you truly lived?”
- “I don’t want you to get hurt. I love you, not because you’re my cousin but because you’re my buddy. You always were. Yes, for years I lusted for you, I longed for you, but till yesterday that was just incestuous fantasies. I love being your fake boyfriend, but I can’t be a real one. I… I just…”
- “You’re afraid that I’ m gonna fall for you, aren’t you?”
- “Lizzy…”
- “Now, you shut up and listen. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, it’s a risk I’m willing to take. I don’t give a shit that you’re my cousin, the only thing that really matters is that I love doing things with you. The month will pass, and we will return to our routine but until then I just want to have some good time, and that includes sex; I just want to be fucked hard, in all ways imaginable. I’m attracted to you, you big buffoon, and so do you!”
- “That’s pretty libertinistic of you,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood.
- “As Salvor Hardin said, never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what you really want.”
- “I’ m pretty sure that he said from doing what is right.”
- “Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”
- “I really need a smoke!”
- “I don’t , I just had a cigar!” she said making burst into laughter. “So, smoke your cigarette and let’s get going.”
- “Know what? Fuck the smoke. Let’s make you sing some opera!”
She chuckled. “I love when you talk dirty to me!”

I slapped her right buttock earning a giggle, and off we went to the bathroom.

7. Shower Serenade
We took our clothes off and got into the shower together giggling. Once we agreed on the water temperature, I thoroughly rinsed her hair. Then, I poured some shampoo into my hand, and after spreading it out, I started washing her hair while gently massaging her scalp. Liz closed her eyes and enjoyed the soothing sensation of the shampoo and massage. After that I squeezed some shower gel into my hand, lathered up, and then used a loofah to gently scrub her entire body from head to toe but for her tits I used my bare hands. For her genitals I used a different product. While doing that was pretty sensual, I couldn’t help letting a chuckle escape my lips.

- “What?”
- “You girls and your army of beauty products! I swear, I could survive just on dish soap and a toothpaste!”
- “That’s not a beauty product you are using, it’s for my private area!”
- “I know, dummy, I’m teasing you!” I continued what I was doing, and some low moans started escaping her mouth. “Do you like this, Lizzy?”
- “Yes!” she managed to reply. I rinsed her well and shut off the water.
- “Now, for the main dish…” I whispered in her ear and as I had her on her back, I squeezed both her breasts while kissing the back of hair neck.

Her moans got louder as I took my hand from her right breast and lowered it until I reached between her legs. I fondled her genitals and with my middle finger I started rubbing her clit doing light circular motions.

- “Do you know what I have planned for tonight?”
- “No!” she replied barely able to speak.
- “Tonight, you will be a good, obedient girl, won’t you Lizzy?” I asked steadily increasing my pace.
- “I will be Sir… Mmmmmmmmm… I… I will be…”
- “We will go to a club…”
- “AAAAAAAAAH!”
- “We will have our drinks, we will dance…” I took my left hand down and while I didn’t stop for a moment rubbing her clit with my right, I put my left middle finger inside her.
- “AAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!! MMMMMMMMMM AAAAAAAAAH!”
- “Then we’ll go to the restroom, and you’ll give me a blowjob.”
- “MMMMMMMMMM Yes! Yes!”
- “You will swallow.”
- “AAAAAAAAAAH!!!”
- “Then we will return to the dance floor as if nothing happened. And after we return home…”
- “AAAAAAAAAH w-whaa… what?”
- “I will make you lie down on your belly…”
- “AAAAAH GOD AAAAAAH AAAAAH”
- “I will spank you ass with my belt until it gets purple…”
- “AAAAAAAAAH I’M CUMMING… AAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAH” she nearly screamed. Her body arched, and then shivered as If multiple jolts of electricity passed through it. “AAAAAAAAH!!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!”
- “And then I will do what I was fantasized since I was thirteen. Tell me. Tell me what this is.”
- “You… you will fuck… you will fuck me in the ass!”
- “Do you want me to?”
- “Yes. God yes!”
- “Good girl. And from now on, every morning you will wake me with your mouth. Before you wash your mouth, before you drink your coffee, you will get your morning dose of cum.”
- “I will,” replied obediently.
- “We have to stop to buy condoms, I don’t plan to enjoy only your ass.”
- “Today… I mean… if you want… it is still safe. I… I like the feeling when they cum inside… inside my…”
- “Are you sure it’s safe?”
- “Yes, for tonight it is. And… and I’ll wash myself afterwards.”
- “Okay babe,” I replied without realizing I called her ‘babe’.
- “I liked that,” she purred.
- “What?” I asked, thinking that she told me about me cumming inside her.
- “That you called me babe.”
- “And I like calling you babe,” said lying through my teeth, not for the liking part but because I really didn’t realize that I called her so. “So, babe, do you want to have dinner before going to club? I know a very good traditional tavern in Rethymno, it has the best seafood in town.”
- “I’d like that! Now, off you got to let me finish.”
- “Yes ma’am!”

She chuckled and I got out to get ready. Nothing fancy for me, just a light T-shirt and my blue jeans. After I finished, I went to the living room to have a smoke. I’ve never been a heavy smoker, until I stopped smoking ten years ago, I never smoked more than five cigarettes a day; sometimes I went for several days without smoking even once. I zoned out, I didn’t even notice Liz getting out of the bathroom.

She asked me, “Kostas, this one or this one?” She was only with her pants and held two tank tops.
- “I need to see you wearing them.” The first was a simple semitransparent white top. The second was a black sheer top with a lace overlay and crisscross straps that beautifully highlighted her statuesque bust, and not in a subtle way. “The black one,” I replied. “Most definitely the black one!”
- “It will be the first time that I’ll wear this going out with a boy. It’s not very subtle and Tom was a jealous guy.”
- “Your ex first and foremost was a fucking moron.”
- “If I were your real girlfriend, would you allow me to wear this?”
- “Of course I would, what kind of question is this?”
- “I asked because you said sometimes you get possessive.”
- “Why would I be in a relationship with someone I didn’t trust? Marking my territory is just a way of showing that I’m in a relationship with a girl, not that she belongs to me. For fuck’s shake Liz, I don’t own my girlfriend.”
- “And how do you know? How do you know that you can trust her?”
- “I don’t, that’s exactly what trust is!”
- “Most men are not like you, Johnny boy…” said bitterly.
- “First, that’s not true. And secondly, if anyone doesn’t like the way you are, screw them. They’re not good enough for you. Don’t compromise. Promise me!”
- “Kostas…”
- “Promise me Lizzy!”
She looked me straight in the eyes. “I promise you.”
- “Attagirl! Now let’s get going.”
- “Well, going out wearing only with my pants would be a step too far even for you!”
- “Well… we could always stay in the car!”
- “No! I want to dance!” said and went inside and wore a short that barely covered her sculpted buttocks.
- “You gonna give all the guys a heart attack!”
- “Well, they can stare as much as they like.”
- “Not to mention that your ass is reserved!”
- “HAHAHAHA! It is, Sir!”
- “Good girl, now let’s get going.”

We hopped into the car and at the Knossos interchange, we took the national road towards Rethymno. It took us over an hour and a half to get there and another twenty minutes to find a parking spot for my beast of a car. I didn’t mind though, the walk along the scenic beachfront, filled with young people and tourists, had a certain charm. Not to mention how much I enjoyed the attention Liz attracted like a magnet. I’ll never cease to marvel at her. Her blonde hair and sweet, girlish face were the crowning jewels of her sculpted form. It was as though a master painter had captured the very essence of beauty and breathed life into her. Not in an exotic way, excluding her body, she wasn’t a supermodel type. Yet, she was as radiant and enchanting as any girl-next-door would ever hope to be.

We went to the little tavern I’d recommended and absolutely stuffed ourselves. What to left out? The saganaki with shrimp? The crispy fried calamari? The octopus with oregano? The tangy anchovies? The steamed mussels? The fried whitebait? The Greek salad? I couldn’t believe how much we ate. We were both so full we could barely move, like a pair of stuffed Komodo dragons. I lit a cigarette and Liz asked for one too.

- “I love how we were going to hit the clubs after this,” I said. “I think I’m really one whitebait away from having a heart attack.”
- “Oh no, mister, we’re going to hit the clubs. I don’t care if we have to walk all the way to Chania to let the food settle. Capisce?”
- “You’re a harsh mistress!”
- “Mistress? Hahahaha, I like that, Sir!” said teasingly, emphasizing the word ‘Sir’.
- “Did I say I would spank you with my belt until your buttocks become red? I meant purple!”
- “Well, you said purple the first time!”
- “Is that so?”
- “Sir, yes Sir!” said chucking.
- “Ok, let’s pay and have this walk.”
- “My treat!” she said. “Seriously Kostas, you’re paying all the time and you’re just a student, at least I have a job!”
- “Hey, you’re my guest and may I remind you that I’ve also have a part-time job!”
- “Be that as it may. Now, shut the fuck up and let me pay…Sir!”

We took a long walk along the beachfront to let our food settle. I held her hand in mine, and we strolled like a couple. You know what? I really enjoyed doing this. I knew we were walking on thin ice, but Liz said it was a risk she was willing to take. “Stop worrying, you idiot,” I scolded myself again. “Trust her, trust that she knows what she’s doing. Show her you mean it by trusting her judgment, not by preaching about trust. It’s her risk to take, not yours.”

- “A penny for your thought,” she said.
- “I’m truly enjoying our time together. I’m so glad you came to visit me, and we still have a whole month ahead of us. I genuinely want you to have the time of your life. I mean it, Lizzy!”
- “I know, babe,” she said with a smile. Oh gods, how I loved her sweet, girlish smile. She was more than just sweet; she was stunningly beautiful in a down-to-earth way, the epitome of the girl-next-door beauty queen!
- “You’re so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl I ever had, even if you’re my cousin.”
- “Rita is more beautiful, and Mary, your longtime crush, even more so.”
- “Not even in their wildest dreams. Neither one of them possesses your girlish charm, and certainly not your stunning figure!”
- “Well… thank you?” said shyly. I stopped walking and took her into my arms. We both closed our eyes are our lips met.

We made our way to the club I had been raving about, a nostalgic paradise filled with ‘70s and ‘80s dance tunes. During the winter, my university friends and I were frequent patrons, drawn by the promise of a female-dominated crowd–a refreshing change from the science faculty’s gender balance in Heraklion. Rethymno’s classics faculty was delightfully feminine, but come summer, the club transformed into a tourist magnet, attracting a sophisticated over-forty crowd who genuinely loved the classic hits. Lizzy, with her elegant ballet background, wasn’t just slim; she was a dance floor magnet, effortlessly stealing the show.

Perched on a barstool, I watched her mesmerize the crowd with her performance. Just like she did at Bahalo, it wasn’t just dancing; it was poetry in motion. She beckoned me to join her, and though I couldn’t match her skill, I’m a decent dancer in my own right. She placed her hands on my shoulders and, rising onto her tiptoes, kissed me. Our lips lingered together for a moment before she released me and continued her dance, with me following her lead, trying to keep up. That night, she put on a show that was truly unforgettable, even pulling off a moonwalk during ‘Billie Jean,’ leaving the entire dance floor spellbound.

I know we had other plans for the night, but when you witness something as captivating as Liz’s dance performance, you can’t help but get swept up in the moment. It would have been a crime to end her night early when she was so obviously enjoying herself. We had a whole month ahead of us, but this? How could anyone pass up the chance to watch Liz in her element, dancing to the best hits of the ‘70s and ‘80s?

- “’I need a drink!’ she declared, taking my hand, and guiding me back to our barstool. Again, just like we did at Bahalo, I took a seat while she leaned into me. She sipped her White Russian as I softly caressed her sides.
- “You absolutely mesmerized everyone out there, just as I knew you would. That wasn’t merely dancing; that was poetry in motion! Nothing else mattered tonight, Lizzy. You looked like you were having the time of your life, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more than to be here with you.”
- “Be that as it may, I really need to have a bathroom break, Johnny boy!” she said smiling mischievously.

She went to the restroom, and after a few minutes, I followed her. She was alone, waiting in the shared area where there were two doors: one for the ladies and one for the guys. The ladies’ restroom was empty, so we both went in. There was no way I was letting her get down on her knees in a restroom, so I closed the lid and nodded to her to sit onto it. She unbuttoned my jeans, lowered my pants, and eagerly took me into her mouth. She started blowing me and didn’t even flinch when someone tried to open the locked door. She stopped only to say that the restroom was occupied and then continued the blowjob as if nothing had happened.

I couldn’t muffle my moans and knowing that someone outside could very well be listening made the sensation even more arousing. I tried to hold back, to prolong the incredible feeling as long as I could, but I didn’t make it; it was one of those rare times when it took me less than five minutes to have an orgasm, and it was so intense that it nearly made my head spin. I grabbed her by her hair and held her still as I emptied myself deep inside her throat. Then she did something even Rita hadn’t done before. She opened her mouth and showed me my cum. She looked me straight in the eyes for a moment and then swallowed, licking her lips seductively.

A beautiful woman, somewhere in her fifties, was waiting outside. She smirked as we emerged, then chuckled and gave Liz a knowing nod, hinting that she should give her left side a quick lick. That’s when we finally spotted the sneaky drop of cum trying to make a getaway! We smiled shyly and got out giggling like children. We returned to our barstool, and we resumed seating like before the blowjob break, and sipped our drinks as if nothing happened. The woman we’d seen in the ladies’ restroom strolled by a mischievous glint in her eye. She winked at us, setting off another round of giggles. I was having the time of my life, but the best was yet to come…

8. Light My Fire
We stayed at the club till five o’ clock in the morning and before returning home, we did a slight detour to Lions Square to buy pizzas and coffees. We headed home and we sat at the kitchen table to eat our pizzas.

- “After all that food we had at the tavern, I could swear I wouldn’t need to eat until the day after tomorrow!” she said, munching on a piece of pizza.
- “Well, you were dancing all night, it's only natural you'd be hungry. Besides, it's almost 7am and we ate around 10:30pm,” I replied. “Did you have a good time, babe?"
- “Yes! Oh, Kostas, it turns out breaking up with that jerk was the best thing that could have happened to me!”
- “I told you so. I mean this; you shouldn’t lower your standards. You don’t need anyone, don’t you understand?”
- “I have to find someone like you.”
- “You will, Lizzy. There are plenty of guys like me out there, but we tend to get overlooked.”
- “That’s a bit simplistic. I mean, he has to excite you somehow, otherwise why choose him as a partner?”
- “Why do I excite you?”
- “First and foremost because you make me laugh. You’ve always known how to make me laugh. Secondly, while you might not see it yourself, you exude confidence. You always know how to move and what to say. If you don’t know something, you simply admit it and take things as they come. You’re not afraid of the unknown, but you don’t dive in blindly either. You are honest, and contrary to what you think, you are easygoing.”
- “And yet I find it extremely difficult to feel attached to anyone.”
- “I know that witnessing your father’s death scarred you for life. Give yourself a break. You were just a child, and your father gave his life to save yours from the drunk driver. You fell in love with Rita, didn’t you?”
- “I did…”
- “Then it's only a matter of finding the right one for you.”
- “The same stands for you, missy!”
- “Well, at some point you have to put your money where your mouth is.”
- “You know something? For my part, already did.”
- “How so?”
- “I told you that I don’t want you to get hurt and you told me that this was your decision to make. I trust you. If I didn’t, I would have put a stop on what is happening between us, whatever this might be.”
- “I didn’t tell you that I won’t get hurt. I told you that this is a risk I’m willing to take.”
- “Well…”
- “What I can promise you thought, is not matter what may happen, you will get no drama for me.”
- “I don’t want you to get hurt!”
- “And as I said this is mine decision to make.”
- “I know. Look Lizzy, I’m not trying to make you change your mind… I just… I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
- “If that’s the price I’d have to pay for having the time I had the last two days, I’d gladly pay it.”

I offered no response, instead, I stood up and extended my hand to her. She accepted, and I guided us to the bedroom. Our bodies drew close, and we shared an intense kiss. We undressed each other, and as she attempted to kneel, I stopped her, choosing to lower myself instead. I gazed up, noticing a hint of confusion in her eyes. Leaning in, I was enveloped by her captivating femininity, her scent intoxicating. I assisted her onto the bed, gently parting her legs. Her divine aroma filled my senses once more. I tenderly explored her with the tip of my tongue, causing Liz to let out a soft moan. I focused on her most sensitive spot, my eyes closed, having her quickening breaths and subtle movements guiding me.

I gently slid a finger inside her making her body involuntarily arch. I increased my pace, then switched to my thumb, lightly grazing her clit with my teeth. Simultaneously, I slid my index finger into her from behind, making her body arch even more. This went on for several minutes but despite her enjoyment, and judging by her body’s reactions, she didn’t seem to be even near reaching her orgasm. Rita also didn’t have and orgasm the one time I attempted to offer her pleasure this way. While she said that it wasn’t me and that she simply preferred to offer oral pleasure instead of receiving it, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was me that didn’t do it right.

- “Lizzy?” I asked tentatively. “Am I doing something wrong?”
- “Not at all babe, why do you ask?”
- “I mean… The two previous times I made you to have your orgasm quite easily. Now, while you seem to enjoy what I’m doing, I don’t feel that you are any close to having an orgasm. Rita… she didn’t like muff diving, and I can’t help but wonder if there’s something I’ m doing wrong.”
- “You're doing wonderfully, Kostas. Believe me, I'm really enjoying this. Actually, you're far better than any of my ex-boyfriends!”
- “You sure?”
- “Of course I am, silly. Didn’t I tell you that I’m a slow fuse and sometimes I don’t even manage to cum pleasuring myself? That been said, it doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy the sensation!”
- “Did it bother you that I slid my finger inside your behinds?”
- “You still have your finger inside my butt, do I seem bothered to you?” she asked me making me chuckle. “When I said you’re doing better than my exes-boyfriends, I really mean it, dumdum, I wouldn’t lie to you!”

I shifted beside her, and she turned her head to me, her eyes meeting mine. She was more beautiful than she had ever been. This moment would be forever etched into my memory–her smile, her inviting gaze, the fragrance of her hair. The radio began to play ‘Light My Fire,’ as if the universe itself winked at us. Almost instinctively, her eyes drifted shut, and she leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. When she pulled away, her eyes found mine, searching for something only they could see.

- “Kostas, make love to me. Make me yours.”

I didn’t respond, I simply guided her to lie back as we shared a fervent kiss. My fingertips softly explored the curves of her body. Leaning in, I gently caressed her with the tip of my tongue before my lips found their way to her breast. My right hand wandered down, discovering her warmth and readiness. She was eager, inviting… She was ready for me. I positioned myself above her, and she welcomed me, her legs parting to accommodate our union. Our connection was intense, and neither of us could suppress our moans of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around me, urging me closer, desiring me to go deeper. I briefly opened my eyes; hers were shut tightly, her lower lip held captive by her teeth, lost in the moment.

‘Light My Fire’ had launched into its extended solo, first the keyboard’s and then the guitar’s mournful melody intertwining with our ragged breaths and moans, forever etching itself into my memory. Even now, nearly thirty years later, whenever I hear that song, I can almost hear her moans, almost smell the fragrance of her hair, almost taste the sweetness of her lips, almost smell the scent of coffee on her breath. Little did I know that those would prove to be the happiest moments of my life. Little did I know that Liz would become the ideal against which all other women would be measured. I still yearn for those moments; our souls flying, and bodies merged under the spell of the haunting melody of Manzarek’s and Krieger’s iconic solo.

I moved slowly, wanting to prolong those moments indefinitely. You know what? Sometimes, the orgasm is just the icing on the cake; it’s the cake itself that truly matters. This wasn’t my first time with a woman, but even with Rita –with whom I was deeply in love– it had never been so peacefully intense, so fulfilling. With Rita, I had to distract myself to last, but with Lizzy, despite a sensation magnitudes more intense, I didn’t have to, I just kept the same hypnotic pace for over twenty minutes. I felt the end approaching, and there was nothing I could do to delay it. Never in my life had I felt something so powerful, so intense.

- “Lizzy… AAAAAH!!! babe… AAAAAAH!!! AAAAAH!!!”
- “Yes babe. Cum for me… MMMMMMMMMM!!! Cum for me!”

With one final thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could and held still. The intensity and duration of my climax were beyond words, my body convulsing as I poured myself into her. She smiled, gently sweeping the sweat from my forehead. No words were needed; our eyes spoke volumes in a language that transcended speech. Until the day I die, I will never forget the look in her eyes, the smile that lit up her face, and the stray blonde lock that brushed her brow. She always was the epitome of the girl-next-door beaty queen, but in that moment, she was more than just beautiful –she was otherworldly, divine, eclipsing even the legendary Helen of Troy.

- “A penny for your thought,” she teased me.
- “I might sound like someone madly in love, but I don't mind. You… you are otherworldly. You've always had that girl-next-door charm, but now? In this very moment, you're almost unreal; you're transcendent…”
- “I don't care if you aren't in love, that's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever told me.”
- “Frankly? I really don’t know if I’m out of the woods!”
- “Come on, you sons of bitches, do you want to live forever?”
- “Yeah, something along those lines.”
- “Well, at least you didn’t have to fight like a marine!”
- “Um, what?” I finally asked, pulling away from her and lying on the bed. She turned to me.
- “That was the battle cry a famous marine used in the first world war.”
- “How could you possibly know that?”
- “What can I say, I will never cease to amaze you.”
- “Lizzy… did… did you like it?” I asked, changing the subject.
- “I loved it! Do you have to ask?”
- “You… you didn’t have an orgasm.”
- “I had the cake of my life, Johnny boy, I’m not going to complain about the icing!”
- “Still…”
- “Seriously, Kostas, there's no need to worry. Today's experience was the best I've ever had. I've told you before, it takes time for me, and sometimes I can't reach orgasm even by myself.”
- “I just… I just wanted you to enjoy it as much as I did.”
- “Stop worrying, silly!”
- “Let's get some sleep now. Later on, I suggest we head to the Palace of Knossos. It's just a walk away, no driving needed.”
- “Sure, babe!”
- “Hop in!” I said, opening my arms.
- “First, let me wash myself!”
- “Do you want some company?”
- “Nope! Keep your strength, you're going to need it for later today!” she replied and went to the bathroom.

I heard the water running and after five minutes she came and lied in my arms. I leaned to her and gave her a tender kiss.

- “Sweet dreams, Lizzy!”
- “Can’t be better than reality,” said smiling.

She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. A few minutes later, I followed her. By the gods, we both slept like logs. When I finally managed to open my eyes, it was early evening; we had slept for almost ten hours. My stomach was growling, and my bladder was about to burst. I practically ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. Then, I went to the kitchen to make us some coffee and two French toasts. Finally, I went to wake her up.

- “Hey, beautiful,” I told her gently rubbing her hand.
- “Mmmmm… what time is it?”
- “Half past six at noon, we slept almost ten hours. I made coffee and French toasts for both. Come on, get up!”
- “I need to pee!”
- “Run, Forest, run!” I said teasingly and as she get out of bed I slapped her right buttock.
- “Harder daddy!” she teased and moved seductively her butt.

I gave her a second slap, and this was quite hard, not that she complained.

- “Be right back!” she said. “Don’t move!”
- “Ehm, why?”
- “Because I said so!”

She rushed to the bathroom and returned after five minutes or so. She found me still sitting on the bed and, after tying her hair in a bun, she knelt down and spread my legs. She winked and took me into her mouth. Gods, I wouldn’t have imagined that Liz would be so enthusiastic. Before me, she had never even swallowed. She was really good–to this day, I've only met two other women who were as skilled as her. However, I wasn’t in the mood for a blowjob. Slapping her butt put me in a different mindset. All I wanted was to spank her and then take her from behind. I let her continue for a few minutes, then I stopped her.

- “I told you yesterday that the first thing you do after waking up is give me a blowjob, didn’t I?”
- “You did, Sir!” replying getting immediately into the role.
- “Yet, when you went to the bathroom you washed your mouth! Haven’t I told you that the first thing you will put in your mouth is my pennis?”
- “You did, Sir!”
- “And yet it wasn’t, it was your toothbrush. What do you have to say?”
- “I have no excuse, Sir!”
- “How should I punish you, Lizzy? What would you do if you were in my shoes?”
- “Sixty with your belt, Sir. Thirty for each buttock.”
- “Stand up and sit on your four onto the bed.”

9. Black Gates Of Babylon
She stood up and obediently moved onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours and by the gods, she knew how to assume this position perfectly! I stood up and retrieved my belt from my jeans. I didn’t start with the belt right away; my experience with Rita had taught me that a little warm-up was necessary before using the big woven spoon or the belt. I began to spank her with increasing intensity on each buttock until they started to redden. She moaned with pleasure; it was clear she enjoyed the spanking.

She had never experienced the belt before, so I had to start lightly. But first, I had to ensure that Liz understood she could end this game whenever she started feeling really uncomfortable. I didn’t know then about BDSM and safewords, but I instinctively knew two things: firstly, I had to give my partner a way to signal me to stop the game, and secondly –and more importantly– to watch her carefully. Rita sometimes entered a trance-like state, and I needed to be cautious because, in that state, it was up to me to stop the game.

- “Listen, whenever you starting feeling that you can’t take any longer, please tell me to stop. Tell me ‘Kostas stop,’ ok babe?”
- “Um… okay?”
- “Lizzy, I’m serious. I know that you know it’s just a game, but I want both of us to enjoy it. Do not try to be brave, do not try to play it cool; if you start feeling that you can’t take it, please tell me to stop.”
- “Okay!”
- “I want you to count, loud and clear!”
- “If I lose it, will you have to repeat?”
- “Not with the belt, I will explain you later, okay?”
- “Yes, Sir!”
- “This is the first leg of the punishment. There will be a second leg.”
- “I disobeyed you, Sir. You do anything you seem to be fit.”
- “I will fuck you from your ass, without using lube. That will be the second punishment. It will hurt, and there is only one way for this to finish, I will cum into your ass.”
- “I deserved that, Sir.”

I struck her for the first time with the belt on her left buttock. I started lightly because I didn't know her limits. I would gradually increase my pace, while at the same time trying to gauge her reactions. It would be her first time having this kind of play, and I wanted her experience to be memorable; something beautiful and sensual, something she would want to do again in the future.

- “One!” The second strike was a little stronger. “Two. Three. AAAAH Four.” The last seemed to hurt a little more. I tried with the same force at the other buttock but then she said just “Five.” I increased gradually the force, when we got to “Ten” she started moaning, a mix of pleasure and pain. I was careful not to strike the same place twice, and having found what she really enjoyed, I continued at the same pace, using the same force. On “Sixty” I didn’t stop, I stopped somewhere after seventy when she started losing the count.

That was the reason I asked her to count the strikes; it would serve as an indication that she was starting to enter a trance-like state, so it was up to me to be careful and stop the game before risking any injury. I wanted her to enjoy this state, so I continued but gradually decreased the pace and the force of each strike. Her buttocks had turned an intense red color that would likely turn purple given time. I stopped and made her turn to me. Without saying a word, I put it in her mouth and started humping it. Her eyes were closed, and a stray strand of hair fell into her brow.

- “Turn around!” I commanded her again. I told her that I wasn’t going to use the lube, but that was just for making the mood. For starters, this would be the first time anyone had taken her from behind, and though in her state, I sincerely doubted that she would feel the usual discomfort, I didn’t want to take any risk. Furthermore, the lube made the sensation better, not only for my partners but also for me. Win-win!

I took the lube from the nightstand drawer and gently rubbed her behind. I started playing with her with my other hand and then gently slid my middle finger into her, as deep as it could go. She didn’t show any discomfort; on the contrary, she moaned with pleasure. I started making circular motions to open her, and her moans got louder. When I thought she was ready, I started rubbing myself against her. Taking it into my right hand to keep it steady, I started pushing, earning her loud moans, again a mixture of pleasure and pain. I pulled almost out and then started pushing again, this time getting a bit deeper. I repeated this thing three or four times until at last, her body yielded, allowing me to bury almost half of my length inside her.

- “Does it hurt, babe?”
- “A little… but don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
- “You like it, Lizzy?”
- “I love it. Oh, my gods… it’s… please… please don’t stop!”

I started pushing harder, her moans –a blend of pleasure and pain– growing even louder. The first time I managed to fully enter her, I paused for a few moments, savoring the sensation and the sight. Her head was bowed down, and grabbing her by the hair, I pulled her towards me. I started moving with increased intensity, each time pulling almost out and then fully entering. As the pace quickened, so did my pleasure, and my ecstatic moans joined hers. I released her hair and slapped her right buttock hard. As I predicted, it was starting to turn purple, and judging by her reaction, this time it seemed to hurt. I took the hint, so while I didn’t stop spanking her, I did it very lightly.

The track playing on the radio, just like yesterday, was a perfect fit. David Stone's haunting and mysterious melody, with its distinct Middle Eastern flair, began to fill the room. The opening notes were slow and deliberate, building a sense of anticipation. The exotic instruments created an atmosphere that was both enchanting and ominous, perfectly setting the stage for Rainbow’s masterpiece, ‘Gates of Babylon.’ I stopped moving, completely captivated, waiting for the powerful and unmistakable voice of Ronnie James Dio to join the melody.

Look away from the sea
I can take you anywhere
Spend a vision with me
A chase with the wind

- “Did your father fucked your mother like that?” I asked her unexpectedly, taking her into surprise.
- “No… No… she… she had her bended over the washing machine,” she replied as I started moving again. The pace was slow, but each time I got insider her as deep as I could.
- “Lizzy, why didn’t you leave when you caught them fucking this way?”
- “I… AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH I couldn’t… I… AAAAAAAAH… I was… I was mesmerized…” I slapped her hard. This time it was a painful moan.
- “Did you do it again, Lizzy?”
- “Yes… I… I caught them again… He… he was on his knees with her leaned her back on the wall… and he… AAAAAAAH…he was pleasuring her… and… and after she came… they reversed positions… she went down on her knees and… and she AAAAAAAH gave him head…”
- “Did he cum?” I asked her, almost nailing her, making her moan again.
- “Yes… in… in her mouth… She… AAAAAH… she swallowed.”
- “Like you do with me…”
- “Yes… AAAAH… yes…” said as I continued the slow pounding, getting as deep as I could. The sensation was beyond description.

You're riding the endless caravan
Bonded and sold as a slave
A sabre dance removing all the veils
Getting as good as you gave

- “Do you want me to tell you a secret? I have also watched Manos fuck mom in the ass.”
- “Whe… AAAAAH when? AAAAH.”
- “The same night I caught her giving him a blowjob. You see, after she swallowed, he didn’t let her stop. She continued giving him head until we got hard again… Then… AAAAAH… MMM…. Then… he made her bend over the table… He put his fingers into her mouth…”
- “AAAAAAAAH… AAAAAAAH… And? AAAAAAH…”
- “After she licked his fingers… he put her middle into her ass and started finger fucking her…”
- “AAAAAAH AAAAAAH…”
- “And then… Then he AAAAAAH… AAAAAH… rubbed his penis into her hole…”
- “AAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAH… Kostas!!! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!!!”
- “Cum for me babe… yes… cum for me… Then Manos pushed her dick fully inside her making mum scream from pain… and lust… She’s a fucking whore, just… AAAAAAH just like you… You are a whore, aren’t you, Lizzy?”
- “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAH… I am… I’ m your bitch…”
- “AAAAH then… then he started fucking her… she fucked her hard…”
- “AAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH I’m cumming!!! I’m cumming!”
- “Cum little bitch… cum for your fucker… AAAAAH!! AAAAH… He ravaged her ass for more than ten minutes… AAAAAAH AAAAAAH!!!!”

I swear to every god in every pantheon of every religion, that evening, Lizzy, who had never had an orgasm having sex, she climaxed three fucking times while having her ass fucked for the first time. Not one, not two! Three!

The power of what has been before
Rises to trap you within
A magic carpet ride a genie maybe more
A city of heavenly sin
Sleep with the devil and then you must pay

- “Then… AAAAAAAH… AAAAAH… then he held her still…AAAAAAAH!!!”
- “AAAAAAH AAAAAH AAAAH” she screamed without holding back.

Sleep with the devil, the devil will take you away

- “AAAAAAAAAH…” I screamed, and giving a final thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could and held still, emptying myself, deep inside her from behind.

Black gates of Babylon!

- “AAAAAAAAAH… I’m cumming!!! Oh, gods, I’m cumming!!!!” Liz cried out, climaxing for the third time in just a few minutes.

The devil is me
And I'm holding the key
To the gates of sweet hell
Babylon

I gave her a final slap and pulled away. Having had an unpleasant experience with Rita, I checked myself thoroughly. Fortunately, everything was fine. Liz was lying on her stomach on the bed, trying to catch her breath. “Get up,” I said to her, and she slowly rose from the bed. “Kneel down and take care of me.” I had done this before and found it exhilarating. Liz looked at me for a moment, then obediently knelt down. She took me in her mouth and did as I asked. At the time, I was only twenty-three and had plenty of stamina, it didn’t take more than a couple of minutes for me to be ready again. However, it took over fifteen minutes to finish, and as always, she swallowed everything and then cleaned me up once more.

- “Please lie on the bed, babe, I want to put some lotion on her buttocks, they starting turning into purple.”

I went to the bathroom and grabbed the moisturizing cream that I had specifically for this task. When I returned to the room, she had spread out face down. I poured some cream into my hands and, after spreading it on both of her buttocks, I began to rub it gently until her skin absorbed it, admiring my work at the same time. Her skin had taken on a beautiful purple hue, which is great if you enjoy this kind of games…

- “Does it hurt, babe?” I asked her.
- “No… it’s like my buttocks were on fire… but the lotion seems to be doing its work already!”
- “Yup, I bought this lotion specifically for these games. Actually, it was Rita who suggested to get it. In any case, for the next two or three days, it may hurt a little, so no spanking, even a light one!”
- “Being a good girl sucks big time!” she chuckled. “After… after that… oh my God, what was that? Not in a million years would I ever imagine that I could have an orgasm getting fucked in the ass, and I had three! Three!!! I have never felt such an intense climax…”
- “Yeah… It was a combination of you getting into a trance from the spanking and the story I told you. You know, that’s why I wanted you to count.”
- “To fall into a trance?”
- “To understand if you've fallen into a trance, because in that case, I need to be the one who pays attention to how far the game can go. If you're in that state, my experience has shown that you wouldn't tell me to stop even if your body had exceeded its limits, so I need to be mindful to avoid any harm! You felt in trance, you stopped counting.”
- “Kostas? You really watched your mom doing this thing with Manos?”
- “Yup.”
- “Did…”
- “Yup, same as you did,” I said, understanding what she had in mind. I sighed heavily. “Though I… I wish she hadn’t done that with someone married.”
- “Have… have you ever fantasized about that?”
- “Being the actor no, it grosses me out. Recalling the memory on the other hand, is something that I do often when jerking myself.”

To this day, though she didn’t learn the whole truth, Liz is the only one who knows that I developed a voyeuristic interest seeing my mother getting fucked by Manos. Well, if Hell exists, I’m going there anyway, so why not go as a fucking legend?

10. To Boldly Go…
We finally went to the kitchen to have our coffee and toasts. Liz felt a little discomfort sitting on the chair, but this was to be expected after all that spanking.

- “So, are we still going to Knossos?” she asked.
- “Yup, unless you don’t feel going out.”
- “No, I’m fine… no shorts though!”
- “Well, you are going to wear them anyway tomorrow. I’m planning to take us to Matala!”
- “Won’t be better to wait my buttocks to return to their normal color?”
- “Where’s the fun in that? No way! I want everyone to see that you’ve been naughty and got punished! Besides, you’re the one who said being a good girl sucks big time!”
- “Oof…” she sighed and stood up, trying to see her buttocks. “How do I look?”
- “Like the best Deep Purple cover art that never was!”
- “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
- “So, let’s get dressed, it’s getting late!”
- “I promise you; I'll rock my hottest shorts on Matala tomorrow. But for Knossos, please let me dress up a bit. I don't want to shock the ancient gods with my outfit and my purple buttocks…”
- “Zeus would approve!” I teased her. “Okay, since you were a good girl… I mean, a bad girl… you know what I mean… I’ll allow it for once!” I continued teasingly.
She chuckled and said, “Thank you, Sir, you’re most kind!” returning the tease.

I loved playing these kinds of games with Rita–at the time, I considered them just games and, knowing nothing about BDSM, couldn't imagine it as a lifestyle–and Liz seemed quite receptive, so I was curious to see how far we could take it. Rita loved obeying me, not just in sexual contexts, and Liz appeared to share that inclination. Despite the playful tone, I was fairly sure she genuinely wanted me to give her permission to wear something more than shorts to visit the Knossos Palace ruins.

- “Well, I'll let you this once since you asked so nicely for permission…”
- “I didn’t…” she began to say but then realized what she was starting to say and stopped. “Sorry, Sir.”
- “I’ll let it slip this time… Next time it will be twenty with a cable!”
- “Cable?” she asked, genuinely worried.
- “Yes, cable. So, behave yourself!”
- “I will, Sir! I promise!”
- “Good girl.”
- “Have… have you ever done this with Rita?” she asked.
- “No, you would be the first,” I replied, staring straight into her eyes. She lowered her gaze. “I said I would be your boyfriend for the whole month, didn’t I?”
- “You… you did…”
- “And I like my girlfriends to be obedient.”
- “I’m not your slave!” she replied, clearly annoyed.
- “What?” I asked, completely shocked. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded, taking her aback.
- “I mean…” she began to say, then stopped.
- “Look at me!”
- “Kostas…”
- “LOOK AT ME!” I demanded. “It’s just a fucking game! I didn’t ask you to serve me! It’s a game! When I asked you to be obedient, I meant it strictly as a sensual sex game, nothing more! For fuck’s sake… we don’t live in ancient times with masters and slaves!”

My stern tone had truly terrified her, but I was even more shocked when she said she wasn't my slave. How the hell did she get such an idea? I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I'm usually pretty calm, but this situation had me seeing red. My heart was pounding in my ears as I tried to catch my breath.

- “I'm sorry,” she said, her voice breaking. “I'm sorry, Kostas… I didn't… I didn't mean it like that…” she continued, her eyes filling with tears.
Seeing her so upset, I felt a pang of empathy. I took another deep breath to steady myself. “Come here, baby,” I said softly, opening my arms. She stood up hesitantly and came closer. I smiled at her reassuringly. “It's just a game, baby. I'm sorry too for raising my voice. Come, give me a hug.”

I stood up and opened my arms, and she nestled into them. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed. I could feel her trembling, and it became clear that she was more upset than I had realized. I held her tight, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over me. Though she's quite tall for a woman at 1.76 meters, I'm even taller at 1.92, so I leaned down to find her lips. She smiled, her face brightening as our lips met.

- “I love you, silly! I’ve known you my whole life, how could you ever possibly think that I’d ever see you just like an object?”
- “Sorry, Kostas… I… I don't know why I said that. I know you love me, and you know I love you too… We grew up together… above all you’re my buddy… I…”
- “Lizzy… seriously, if you don't like these games, I can totally live without them. What I said earlier was trying to set the mood!”
- “I… I never did that with anyone. If… if anybody else even suggested that thing, I'd go straight for their throat. With you… I don't know… it's different… It's almost natural… What… What I said… I was shocked to my core when I realized that I wanted to obey you, I wanted to do whatever you wanted. I just… I just rebelled against myself.”
- “Well, in that case… Come crawling faster! Obey your Master!” I teased her, singing a line from ‘Master of Puppets,’ earning her smile.
- “I can’t, Sir, you’re holding me tight!”
- “Do you want me to let go?”
- “Do you want me to crack your head open… Sir?”
- “That’s a rebellion!” I said, and she burst into laughter.
- “I called you ‘Sir!’”
- “My bad,” I said, chuckling. She then started singing “Avanti popolo alla riscossa, bandiera rossa, bandiera rossa!” making me burst into laughter as well.
- “Now, let's get dressed!” I said, giving her a playful slap on her left butt.
- “Aye, aye, Sir!” she replied, playfully slapping me back on my left butt.
- “And the rebellion is still going!”
- “Am I the best…worst slave, or what?”
- “By far, the best worst slave ever, baby!”

As Knossos Palace was within walking distance, we strolled over there hand-in-hand and stayed until the place closed for the day. Since we hadn't eaten anything but two French toasts, I suggested going downtown to treat ourselves to a pizza or crepes.

- “Crepe,” she replied closing the subject.
- “Okay, let’s have our crepes, and afterward, I suggest we go to ‘Hijaz.’ After ‘Avgo’, it’s my favorite place; it’s a two-story club downtown, near Eleftherias Square. Unfortunately, ‘Stroboli’ closed two years ago, so unless you want to go back to Rethymno, there will be no disco for tonight!”
- “I don't mind, let’s go to ‘Hijaz’!”

We headed downtown and, after finally finding a parking spot for my massive car, we made our way to Lions Square for crepes. It was a gorgeous summer night; the square was buzzing with young people and tourists, and the nearby shops were filled with the most delightful sounds. We decided to each get a savory crepe and share a sweet one. We sat on the bench across from Morosini's Fountain and enjoyed them in peaceful silence. The taste of the warm crepe, combined with the sounds of the city, was simply magical. Lizzy, in her red floral dress, was turning heads. I'm not the jealous type, so I just smiled at the attention she drew to herself, as if she were a magnet.

After we finished our savory crepes, we shared the sweet one. I loved the combination of banana, praline, and biscotti. My lips were stained with a kiss of praline. She chuckled and softly dabbed at the mess. I leaned in, and our lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. Her face was lit up with happiness, and she didn’t try to hide it. I softly stroked her cheek, tucking a stray blonde strand behind her ear. Her lips curved into a tender smile as she traced my cheek. I captured her hand in mine and brought it to my lips for a gentle kiss. It wasn't just her who was brimming with joy; I was too.

- “So, let’s get going!” I said, standing up. I helped her to her feet and holding hands we strolled to ‘Hijaz.’ In the winter, when all the students were around, finding an empty table was nearly impossible. But in the summer, even though Heraklion was bustling with tourists, the place wasn't as crowded. We headed to the second floor and found a table. “What do you want? Your usual?”
- “No, actually I’ll go for a beer.”
- “So, are you feeling any better?”
- “I do… I mean… Isn’t this strange? We’ve known each other for as long as we remember ourselves, and… I could never imagine that I… I…”
- “Finding yourself eager to obey?”
- “This is not me! I don’t… I don’t know how this can be!”
- “I’m not a psychologist, but I think the answer is pretty simple. This is you, but it’s a facet reserved only for men who have that ‘special something’ that triggers your longing and your eagerness for… What is the word? Not exactly obedience… something much more nuanced.”
- “Submission?” she offered.
- “Submission? That’s going too far, I think!”
- “I don’t know if it’s the right term, but it seems to fit whatever you’re describing.”
- “Do you feel this way towards me?”
- “Yes and no… I mean… when we play… my whole existence screams for obedience. But outside the bed… I really don’t think so.”
- “Well… Rita was similar… but Rita’s need went way further.”
- “What do you mean?”
- “I mean she liked to be obedient in our daily life. I don’t know, Lizzy, that thing excited me and at the same time frightened me. I mean… yes, I like power plays, but that’s a step too far, don’t you think?”
- “Each to their own, Kostas.”
- “I really don’t know. I mean, I love the… let’s say ‘submissive’ Liz,” I said, making air quotes with my hand. I paused for a moment before continuing, “But only when we are playing. Outside of that, I love the Liz I’ve known all my life even more –the dynamic, the independent, the no-nonsense Liz.”
- “Aww!”
- “So… if that really isn’t your thing… I don’t care, I simply don’t. I want you to have the time of your life.”
- “The thing is that apparently it is my thing. I don’t know how far it goes, but you know something?”
- “Come on, you sons of bitches, do you want to live forever?”
- “Exactly!”
- “Just promise me one thing. If… if anything, and I mean anything, makes you uncomfortable, just say it right away.”
- “I promise you, babe!” she said, grabbing my hands and staring directly into my eyes. “I promise you!”
- “Okay. For tomorrow evening, after we return from Matala, I have another surprise for you!”
- “Ooh! What kind of surprise?”
- “You'll have to go through the rite of passage that all self-respecting science students here undergo. I’m taking you to Azteca’s to have a 2-f Mexican plate!”
- “2-f? What’s that?”
- “It’s a rating for how fiery the plate would be. Normally spicy is 0-f. Pretty spicy is 1-f. Go crying to your mama is 2-f. There’s also a 3-f, and according to urban legends, it’s the equivalent of eating flaming napalm. To this day, I haven’t met anyone who ate a 3-f and lived to share the experience! They say the last guy who tried it is still running around the island screaming for water.”
- “Oh, and what does this ‘f’ mean?”
- “How many ‘fucks’ you are going to say after swallowing! Trust me, you’ll be cursing like a sailor and sweating like you’re in a sauna. But the worst will come later in the night, if you catch my drift… Santorini’s eruption will look cool and refreshing by comparison…”
- “What? Oh… Oooh!” she said bursting into laughter.
- “Yup… I still remember that night…”
- “This on goes on to the one I love. This one goes on to the one that ate 2-f. A painful prop to occupy his bum, this one goes on to the one I love… Fire!” she sung, making me also burst into laughter!
- “Exactly!”

We lingered at Hijaz until the early hours of the morning, enjoying the vibrant atmosphere and each other’s company. Knowing that our visit to Matala would include a tour of the Phestos Minoan Palace archaeological site, we decided to call it a night around 1 AM to ensure we could wake up early. Before heading to the car, we made a slight detour to Lions Square to grab two pizzas from ‘Everest,’ the aroma of freshly baked dough and melted cheese wafting through the air.

Since we were there and before we returned to the car, I went to a kiosk to buy a box of condoms. To be honest, I was a bit confused when the kiosk owner asked me if I wanted them flavored. What the fuck? I went to buy condoms, not bubble gum! Anyway, the truth is that curiosity got the better of me, so I bought a box with strawberry flavor and a box with cherry flavor. I paid for them, and the kiosk owner said ‘Enjoy your meal’ with a wink, making both of us burst into laughter.

Once home, we shed our clothes and settled into a cozy routine. I positioned myself at the head of the bed, propping two pillows behind my back for support. She climbed on top of me, her warm body pressing comfortably against mine. We turned on the TV, the soft glow illuminating the room, and enjoyed our pizzas and sodas in a relaxed, intimate silence. The combination of the delicious food, her comforting presence, and the quiet hum of the TV made for a perfect end to the night.

Or so I thought, because as soon as we brushed our teeth and got back into bed to sleep, Liz had different ideas. And so, we inaugurated the box of condoms we had bought, starting with the strawberry. 

11. It's All In The Technique
- “Well?”
- “It’s indeed strawberry flavored!” she replied, pausing the blowjob. “Well, since I love your taste, we won’t waste them on blowjobs!”

We didn’t!

- “I agree… Come to daddy!”
- “Kinky! Me like-y!” she teased, coming towards me and lying on her back.

I leaned over her, our lips meeting in a fiery kiss. My hands explored her body, tracing every curve from her breasts to her sides, and then between her legs. She let out a soft moan as I began to tease her clit. She was ready for me, her body responding to every touch. I positioned myself above her and slipped inside, eliciting another moan of pleasure. Just like the last time we made love, her eyes were closed, and she bit her lower lip. I started moving slowly, savoring every sensation.

Though the condom was thin, it couldn't compare to the feeling of being bare. I increased my pace, and her moans grew louder, her enjoyment evident with or without the condom.

Yesterday, she had climaxed three times in a way I never thought possible, reaching her peak while I took her from her ass. I was young and had much to learn about women, after all Liz was just the second woman I had been with. Judging from her moans, she seemed to enjoy the sensation even with the condom, but then I had an idea. I stopped and asked her to get on all fours. She complied, positioning herself sensually.

- “Please take it slow,” she pleaded, misinterpreting my intention.

Instead of replying, I grabbed her buttocks and carefully guided my penis inside her, earning first a moan and then a chuckle when she realized that I didn’t plan to have her ass. I smiled and gave her a light slap on her right buttock, which was still discolored purple. Her reaction made it clear she enjoyed it. I started moving faster, and the sensation got indeed better. Soon, my moans joined hers, and I knew I had to control myself to prolong our pleasure. Remembering that Liz enjoyed it even more when I told her stories, I tried to find something to tell. I didn’t want to repeat what I already told her about Manos and mom, and most surely, I didn’t want to mention Rita, not this time.

- “So, Lizzy, have you ever done it this way?”
- “Yes… with all my former partners with whom I had sex.”
- “What other things have you done, little bitch?” I asked, giving a harder slap on her left buttock, earning a pained moan.
- “I… I gave blowjobs to all three… and… and I let the first one cum into my mouth… but I swear to you, Sir, you’re the first one I’ve swallowed.”
- “Do you want to hear a fantasy of mine?”
- “Sure… AAAAAAH…”
- “I don’t know if I would ever do it… but I often fantasize about watching you give head to my George while I watch…”
- “What… AAAAAAAAAAH!!! What?”
- “Yeah… AAAH… Sometimes I masturbate imagining that I wake up and come to the living room…”
- “AAAAAAAH!!!”
- “And there I see George sitting on the sofa, with my bitch Lizzy…”
- “AAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAH!!!”
- “…Down on her knees, with his penis in her mouth… your mouth…”
- “AAAAAAAAH… and…?”
- “You like it, little slut?”
- “AAAAAAH… AAAAAH!” she moaned instead of replying, earning two powerful slaps on both buttocks, making her cry in a mix of pain and pleasure.
- “You didn’t reply!” I said, giving another two on each buttock.
- “Yes… I am… AAAAAAAH… I’m your slut.”

I kinda lost it, and forgetting about wanting to prolong what we were doing, I started pounding her.

- “Your head is bobbing up and down, taking his penis in your slutty mouth. He is grabbing you by your hair and each time he is pushing your head down, forcing you to take his full length.”
- “MMMMM… AAAAAH…”
- “Then I’m getting behind you and make you getting on all four. I don’t use lube, I just spit on my penis and rub it all over your ass…”
- “AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!”
- “Tell me, little whore, do you want me to fuck your ass while blowing George? Do you want to be fucked by two men at the same time?”
- “AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!”
- “Cum for me, slut… Cum for your fucker or it will be 200 with the cable!”
- “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! I… I… AAAAAAAAAAH…”
- “Without any other delay, I drive my penis into your ass…” I said to her, and at the same time, I licked my middle finger and with some difficulty, as I was pounding her, I slid it fully into her ass.
- “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… AAAAAAAAAAAAH…”
- “Then I start fucking your tight ass. Your screams are muffled because your mouth is full of George’s dick… He is mouth fucking you, while I’m fucking your ass…”
- “AAAAAAAAAAAAH… I’m cumming… AAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH I’m cumming… I’m cumming!” she screamed almost ecstatically.
- “Yes… cum for your fucker, little slut… cum… cum for me…”
- “AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAH!”

My orgasm came all of a sudden, I swear to you it came from one moment to the next. I did a final push and stayed still, emptying myself inside her, and not even the feeling of the condom could lessen the intensity of my climax. Apparently, Liz wasn’t the only one enjoying recounting sexual acts or fantasies while having sex. I gave her a final slap and carefully pulled myself out of her. I went to the bathroom to throw away the used condom and wash myself a little, and when I returned, I laid next to her, and she laid on her belly, putting her head on my chest.

- “My first orgasm doing sex normally!” she said with her face truly lit up with joy.
- “It was… oof… it was very intense! To tell you the truth, using a condom lessens the sensation, especially at the end, but it’s a necessary evil…”
- “You can do my ass!” she said without any hesitation.
- “I know, babe, but that’s not for every day… Anyway, I didn’t say that I didn’t like it, I just wish we could do it without needing a condom.”
- “Kostas… What you said, is it true? Do you have these kinds of fantasies?”
- “Yes, it’s true. I don’t know if I’m ever going to do it, assuming that my partner would like such a thing, but yes… I very much enjoy fantasizing about this. You?”
- “Well… being raped isn’t my only fantasy. I fantasized often that I’m used by two or three men at the same time!”
- “Ooh… slutty! Me like-y!”
- “Well… you’re the first I’m telling this…”
- “Another first! I’m truly flattered!”
- “It’s all in the technique!” She smiled bitterly. “Isn’t it ironic?”
- “What?”
- “Even if you are a fake boyfriend, you’re the best I’ve ever had…”

Smiling, I nodded at her. She kissed my chest, then climbed on top of me and gave me a tender kiss on the lips. After shifting around to find a comfortable position, she snuggled into my arms. I gave her a soft kiss on the hair and, gently stroking it for a moment, careful not to disturb her, I turned off the light so we could fall asleep. Judging by her breath, she drifted to sleep almost immediately, but I couldn’t. We had almost a full month ahead of us, but I knew that this would come to pass and that in the end, I would miss her big time.

With a heavy sigh, I faced the undeniable truth: I was falling hard for her. Our relationship was a forbidden dance, destined to end before it even began. Rita’s request to break up, unable to bear the strain of long-distance, had shattered my heart into pieces. Witnessing my father’s untimely death right before my eyes had scarred me deeply, making it nearly impossible to let anyone in. Yet, despite the walls I built, my heart yearned for Liz. My mind filled with her image, her face smirking, her voice challenging the universe, “Come on, you sons of bitches, do you want to live forever?”

She was willing to risk getting hurt in exchange for having the best the universe could give us during our fleeting month together. I found myself once again between a rock and a hard place. Ending it now would undoubtedly break her heart and cast a shadow over the remainder of our vacation. Yet, allowing it to continue meant that no matter how incredible the month turned out to be, we were both destined for heartbreak. What would I choose? The devil or the deep blue sea?

I remembered a story I read some years earlier, titled “The Wise Gudgeon.” It was a satirical tale about a clever fish who used his wit and intelligence to outsmart the other fish and avoid being eaten or caught by fishermen. However, in the end, the gudgeon reflected on his life, questioning whether living in constant fear and without joy was truly worth it. My mind filled again with the image of Liz saying, “Come on, you sons of bitches, do you want to live forever?” Answering myself, I drifted smiling to sleep.

I leaned over her, our lips meeting in a fiery kiss. My hands explored her body, tracing every curve from her breasts to her sides, and then between her legs. She let out a soft moan as I began to tease her clit. She was ready for me, her body responding to every touch. I positioned myself above her and slipped inside, eliciting another moan of pleasure. Just like the last time we made love, her eyes were closed, and she bit her lower lip. I started moving slowly, savoring every sensation.

- “I made us breakfast, scrambled eggs, Frensh toast, iced coffee and orange juice!”
- “You’re the best!”
- “And I still haven’t washed my teeth!” she said teasingly.

I stood up and went to the bathroom for my daily routine. When I started washing my teeth, Liz joined me into the bathroom and hugged me from behind. I stopped for a moment and smile at her through the mirror. After I finished brushing my teeth, I let her wash hers, but I was quite more active. I also stood behind her, but I grabbed both her boobs and started fondling them, while she tried at the same time not to laugh and wash her teeth. To made things worse for her, and as she wore only her panties, I slipped my hand between her legs and started rubbing her.

- “Would you let me finish?” she asked.
- “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do!” I replied teasingly, earning her laughter.
- “I mean washing my teeth!”
- “I don’t see how I'm hindering you!” I replied slipping my right’s hand middle finger inside her. She was wet like a rainforest!

That did it, I made her bend over the sink, and I got in her from behind, earning a loud moan.

- “Babe, you don’t wear condom!” she said but as I grabbed by her breasts and started moving inside her, the sensation was so strong that she nearly lost her breath.
- “I will pull out before cumming, I promise…”
- “AAAAAAH… please… be AAAAAAH careful…”
- “Wouldn’t you love to come in your pussy?”
- “AAAAAAAH AAAAAAH… we… we can’t risk getting AAAAAH pregnant.”
- “We can always go to a drug store to take the next morning pill…”
- “AAAAAAH… it… AAAAAAAH… it isn’t hundred AAAAH percent safe…”
- “Do you want to live forever, my little slut? Don’t you want your owner to fill your pushy with his cum? Yes… you heard right, my little whore, I’m your owner… I own you… Don’t I? Answer me, slut! Don’t I?”
- “AAAAAAAH yes… yes… I’m yours to do as you please… AAAAH”
- “Then I’m going to cum in your pussy. Say it, my little slut!”
- “Please… Please Sir… cum in my pussy…”
- “Beg me!”
- “AAAAAAH AAAAAAH… I’m begging you, Sir… cum in my pussy!”
- “What are you, Lizzy?”
- “AAAAAAAH… I’m your little slut… I’m your slut… I’m yours and only yours to do as you please…”

We continued like this for several minutes, and at the end I found myself pounding her so hard that she grabbed the sink with her hands to keep her balance. Of course I had no intention of finishing inside her, all this talking was just to set the mood. I wanted Liz to have an orgasm and finally, after some more minutes I got what I wanted…

- “AAAAAAAAAH… I’m cumming… AAAAAH babe… AAAAAAH Kostas… Kostaaaaaas… AAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH AAAAAAH” she nearly screamed by the intensity of her orgasm. I pounded her even harder and then I let myself having mine.
- “On your knees, slut!” I said pulling out and started stroking myself. She fell immediately on her knees and opened her mouth, and she managed to do it just in time. “AAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH” I screamed and put my penis into her mouth and without stopping to stroke it hard, I emptied for the second time myself deep into her throat. After swallowing she licked my clean and then, and only then did she stand up again.
- “Thank you, Sir!”
- “For what?” I asked, genuinely surprised. After all, between the two of us, I was the one who should have been grateful.
- “For using me for your pleasure!”

You know something? Over the years I heard this exact sentiment many times from my submissive partners. To this day, almost thirty years later, no one, and I mean absolutely no one, has been more sincere than Liz was that morning.

12. All Good Things…
Beautiful as it was, all good things come eventually to an end. We had the time of our lives, toured the whole island, visited almost everything Crete had to offer, and by the gods, we fucked like rabbits. In the end, we managed to fall for each other, though we knew our relationship was forbidden; its end was inevitable from the very beginning. Though our dynamic was never quite the same again, we parted on excellent terms, and to this day, almost thirty years later, we are still very close. We grew up, we made our families, and I am the godfather of her first daughter. Yet, one thing remained unchanged; Liz is the benchmark against which I measure all other women.

A mathematician friend once jokingly said, “We are the integral of our past moments,” his twist on “We are the sum of our past.” I prefer his version; it feels less cliché. People come and go into our lives, each leaving their unique mark. Liz… Liz made one of the most significant. Yes, it was only for a month, but it was the ride of my life. I didn’t mourn its end, and I never will. It’s my personal philosophy: Enjoy everything good that life brings for as long as it lasts. Rejoice at the end; be thankful that I was fortunate to experience it. Remember it fondly; cherish it, and make the memory everlastingly sweet, not bitter. What Liz and I shared was a beautiful summer night’s dream, but dawn came, and the dream faded into the morning light.

The same friend says, “Happiness and sorrow are local extrema.” For as long as we live, as the infinitesimal slices of time we call ‘moments’ are getting added to our life’s integral, you don’t know; you can’t know if you reached your peak or if you found your bottom of the valley. Yet, to this day, I never had a happier moment than the first time I made her mine, and after all these years there are times that I truly ache for her and our amazing time together, but most of all, for the careless days of our youth.

But then again, who doesn’t?

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