I'm sort of an ordinary guy, except I like to think I'm special where the ladies are involved. Unfortunately, my former wife, Luna, took exception to my having an affair with Betsy Steeples, whose husband was quite unhappy, also. Betsy blamed all the problems on me, and that was the end of the affair. It was also the end of my marriage. Luna got the house, which she promptly sold for the equity. I got half the furniture, which was too much for my apartment. My landlord had an apartment which he wanted to rent furnished, and he agreed to pay a nominal sum to rent my excess furniture. It was slightly better than putting the furniture in storage, and I figured the apartment residents wouldn't treat it much worse than letting it rot in a non-climate-controlled storage unit.

My apartment was diagonally across the hall, from the apartment which contained the furniture I was renting out. I noticed the door was halfway open and decided to steal a look at my investment furniture. There was a guy and a gal inside. The guy caught my eye and came over to introduce himself.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Mike O'Toole. Pleased to meet you."

I responded, "Hey! I'm Jackie McBride. Technically you're using some of my furniture."

"Oh, sorry about that. The landlord said the furniture was included."

"No problem. I'm renting the furniture to the landlord, so he could rent it to you. So, you're okay."

"Good. We're a little tight for money right now. Oh, yes, this is Elsa, my girlfriend. She's a bit shy."

Elsa had her back turned toward me. She briefly turned her head, gave a sort of crooked half smile, and went back to whatever she was doing. I invited Mike and Elsa to my place for pizza the next night.

Mike was very solicitous of Elsa, but they seemed to be mismatched personality wise. Mike seemed to be almost as outgoing as I was, while I would characterize Elsa as being painfully shy. I could tell that she was very involved with Mike, because she was constantly glancing at him. I think I made eye contact with her about three times throughout the whole evening. About a week later, they invited me to their place for a casserole that Elsa had prepared. For the next few months, we would exchange dinners two or three times a month and say hi in the hall.

I liked Mike, and even invited him over to a poker game that rotated to my house every couple of months. He seemed to get along okay with the other guys.

I was surprised when he told me that he and Elsa were new in town and hadn't made a lot of friends and would I be willing to be his best man in their small wedding, which would be very informal. It was a couple of weeks off. He told me that it would mostly be his and Elsa's families, all of whom would be coming from out of town. Then he told me that Elsa wanted to have a bachelorette party. That was a little confusing. Why did I care? He explained further that she wanted me to attend. I had never heard of guys coming to the bachelorette party, at least as part of a plan. He told me more - that I would be the entertainment. I was getting more and more confused. Finally, it became comprehensible when he further explained, "Elsa had never been with a man other than me. She wanted to experience that before we got married. So, if you agree, she'll come over to your place for her 'bachelorette party'."

I didn't know what to say. He explained further, "I'm cool with it. She's so shy that she'll probably never get another chance. She's been reading women's magazines and decided she didn't want to die not knowing what it would be like to have sex with another man, that is, a man other than myself."

"Okay," I said, "I'm game. Are both of you sure about this?"

"Absolutely. I'd feel bad about anything else. Jackie, she never asks me for anything. There is no way I could refuse her this. Most of the women I've dated, have been with countless men. I'm sure you've had similar experiences. She is literally pure as driven snow. All I can say is, please be gentle with her."

"So, what's the plan?"

Mike informed me, "She'll come over to your place around 7 Friday night. She'll bring her nightie and wants to change into it, before doing anything. I have to tell you; you may not get to see her naked. I was banging her for three or four weeks, before she would let me see her nude. Bring her back when you're finished. The time is up to you. I think she needs to be back here by 6 am to avoid any embarrassing questions from her family or mine."

Elsa was slender and had her curves in the right places; the curves just weren't voluptuous enough for her to get many second looks on the street. I consider her to be a mousy bit, partly because she was so shy. It was our third or fourth dinner, I think, before she even spoke directly to me. She had given me no indication that she had any interest in me, prurient or otherwise. Still her dark hair and dark eyes contrasted nicely with her light skin. She had a quiet womanly sexiness about her. Well, anything for my friends. I was looking forward to seeing her naked and out of control in my bed. I was confident that I would be able to accomplish both objectives.

It seemed like 7 p.m. would never come, but finally, it came and went. Around 7:15, she knocked timidly on my door. As usual, she had on dark knee-length shorts and a dark long-sleeved blouse.

"Hello, Elsa!" I greeted her warmly.

"Hi, Jackie. Thanks for doing this," she told me in her usual shy and low voice. I had never talked to her a lot. When the three of us got together, the conversation flow was mostly back and forth between me and Mike with occasional interactions between her and Mike.

"You're looking good, Elsa!" I replied.

"Can I use your bathroom to change," she asked, diffidently.

"Sure, let me check." I made one last cursory review for dirty underwear on the floor and so forth.

It took her a while to change. When she appeared, it was in a baby doll negligée. I got to see almost all of her nice legs for the first time.

I asked, "Can I get you a drink, juice, beer, wine, I've got it all."

She replied, again in a low voice, "Jackie, what I would like most right now would be a hug and a kiss."

I embraced her and kissed her on her soft, moist, slightly cool lips. She seemed to like it, so I came back and gave her some tongue. I rubbed her back and then her buttocks. "Would you like to see my bedroom?" I asked.

"Yes, please" she replied, not even looking at me.

I took her tiny hand and guided her to my bed. She sat down and then laid on her back. I joined her and stuck my tongue in her mouth again while rubbing her boobs through her negligee. Thankfully, she had removed her bra. She was kissing me back strongly, as I clasped the back of her neck with my right hand and began massaging her public area with the left. She responded by breathing deeply and kissing me harder. When I moved my left hand inside her panties, she grabbed my forearm with both hands, it wasn't clear if she wanted more or less stimulation there. After a minute or two of enjoyment, I used both hands to remove her panties while continuing to kiss her. She pulled her knees up to make it easier for me to remove her panties. When I started to remove her negligee, she whispered, "Not that." Like Mike had told me, it might be a while before I saw her nude. Nevertheless, things were going well, as we interspersed kissing with heavy breathing and a little panting, while I continued to violate her clit and the opening to her pussy. We were both breathing heavily between kisses. Suddenly, she closed her legs; her trembling told me that she had climaxed.

Now, she seemed more relaxed, but began hungrily kissing me, while I raised her negligee almost to her ching, so I would have full access to her boobs. I moved down enough to slide my arms under her thighs to massage her breasts and play with her nipples, as I began to seriously lick her clitoris. She became verbal: "Oh, Oh! Oh, Jackie!" she cried. She began hunching to increase the contact with my mouth. "Oh! Oh! That's good!" was her cry as her hips bucked and I felt her inner muscles clench and relax. She might be inexperienced, but her instincts were very good, and she seemed quite capable on the orgasmic front. I returned to a good kissing position and entered her. She was well lubricated with the combination of my saliva and her own secretions. She was ready and her pussy felt fantastic as I began to move with in and out motions. "Oh, Jackie!" she cried as she clasped me tighter and then kissed my mouth. It felt good to be thoroughly enjoying the performance of a good deed. I slowly increased my stroking and felt her hunching slightly on each stroke. This lady might be shy, but she was very good in bed. Soon, I felt her hips bucking again as she gasped in the ecstasy of orgasm. "Oh, Jackie," she cried out, "it's wonderful!"

As I began in and out stroking again, she embraced me even tighter and kissed me harder. I was thinking, she might be enjoying this even more than me. I increased the tempo of my stroking. It wasn't long before I felt the tell-tale spasms of another climax, as she shouted her pleasure, "Oh, Jackie! You're too good!"

I rolled her over and pulled her hips into the doggy style position. When I penetrated her, she cried out, "Oh!" As I began stroking her, she moaned on each thrust and gulped in air on the rebound. As I increased the tempo of my strokes, she increased the tempo of her moans and panting. Soon, she was trembling in the joy of another climax.

I pulled her negligee over her head. I was going to see her naked, three weeks early. I pushed her down into the flatiron position and entered her. It felt like her pussy was contracting around my cock, as I pounded her. "Oh, God!" she cried. "Jackie, you're the best!" I alternated supporting myself with my left hand and playing with her right nipple and rotating to the opposite side. She called out, "Oh, Jackie! You're the man!" I could tell she was enjoying feeling my cock sliding against the sides of her pussy. I certainly enjoyed it. Again, she shuddered with spasms of joy as she climaxed. I waited as long as I could before resuming the pounding. I was trying to hold back until she came again. Finally, she began to tremble, I let go and exploded inside her. "Oh, Jackie! It's too damn good!" she cried. Both our bodies were heaving as we tried to get our breaths back. I withdrew and laid beside her.

She rolled over on top of me and began kissing me. She paused kissing long enough to say, "Thank you so much, Jackie! This has been a fabulous bachelorette party." Then she began kissing me. "Jackie, I just feel wonderful. I'm so glad we got together." We both cooled off a bit. I could tell she was in the after-glow phase of lovemaking.

"Can I get you something," I asked. "Water, juice, beer,...?"

"Would it be too much trouble to make me some hot tea?"

"Are you kidding?" I asked rhetorically. "One hot tea coming up, and nineteen more, if you want."

I started to get out of bed. She looked at me with that crooked half smile. "I might want nineteen more," she told me, "but not hot tea!" This was supposed to be the shy, reserved Elsa. This lady was completely comfortable with me seeing her nude, her nipples taut, and pointing straight at me. Had she changed so much that Mike would notice?"

We lay in bed side by side sipping tea. She asked me to put my arm around her. Which I did. I couldn't believe how sexy this woman was. I could feel the first sensations of impending arousal. A cup of tea seemed to be so now, and apparently would give us the right amount of recovery time for another practice of the rituals of Venus. When we finished drinking our teas, I put the cups on the nearest nightstand and turned to face her. I thought I was warning her that I was about to kiss her, but I was wrong. She wrapped her slender arms around my neck and stuck her tongue in my mouth. There was no question of what she wanted, nor of when she wanted it.

She removed one arm from my shoulders and grasped my member. It responded positively. She brought her right leg over my lap and straddled me. She took my cock and stuck it straight into her pussy. Any deficiencies in hardness were remedied when I felt the warmth and wetness of her interior. She began thrusting forward, impaling herself on my cock. It was wonderful. It seemed like no time until I felt her body trembling and hear her singing, "Oh, Mike, you're the best."

She repeated her orgasm with even fewer introductory strokes, and the same result, "Oh Mike, I can't get enough of you and your wonderful cock!"

Her next effort was similar except it was faster, with more forceful strokes, and again she screamed her joy at climax, "Oh! Oh! Don't stop now!"

She turned toward the wall inserting me from the rear. I now watched her hips going up and down as she pounded my pubis and rubbed my member against her vaginal walls. She was hot and kept pounding faster and faster. Her body shook as she felt the exultation of another climax. I pushed forward and down into a doggy style position. I pounded her but I could feel that my control was ebbing. Finally, I could hold back no longer and began shooting streams of semen into her pussy. I felt the tremors as spasms of orgasm shook her body. I couldn't believe how good this little girl was. Both of us leaned back on the headboard, gasping for air. "Oh, Jackie," she said, and kissed me; "Oh, Elsa," I said, and kissed her.

We looked at each other and smiled our immense pleasure in what we had just done. "Jackie," she asked. "I would like for you to turn out the light and then hold me until I go to sleep."

I was beginning to understand why Mike worshipped her. I turned the light out and then lay down beside her laying my arm across her body, just below her boobs.

I woke up a little after 5:30. Her head was lying on my shoulder and her right hand was clasped around my penis. Little Jackie was almost ready to go. I looked at her and saw that beguiling, crooked smile. Seeing that I was awake, she bent over and took most of little Jackie in her mouth and sucked on him while moving her body up. Little Jackie was now fully erect and eager to get started. She pulled me up to a sitting position, while sitting her butt on my thighs. She inserted little Jackie into her slit, embraced me and began kissing me. Then she began thrusting her pelvis against me. Her pussy felt wonderful as she repeatedly slid it up and down my cock. Then her body convulsed as she came again.

She whispered to me, "I'm loving this. This is the best bachelorette party ever!" I turned her around and pulled her up into the kneeling prison guard. She leaned back and whispered to me. "Tell me the truth. Have I died and gone to heaven?" I whispered back as I continued ramming her from behind. "If that's true, I must have gone with you!" She turned her face toward me. I leaned forward and kissed her. We couldn't kiss long because we were both breathless with our efforts. Her body shuddered as she felt the ecstasy of orgasm.

I pushed forward into the doggy style position. Now she was crying out at every stroke. I loved banging her this way. She must have liked it too, because soon her body was shaking as we climaxed together, and I pumped her full of my seed. She pulled herself off my organ, and facing me, pulled me toward her for a long, deep kiss.

"I guess it's over," she told me, "I never dreamed it would be so good."

"Me, too!" I agreed and kissed her again.

"I have to get dressed," she informed me.

"I know," I told her. "This wasn't great! It was absolutely fantastic!"

"Wasn't it?" she said, as she pulled her panties on. "I should have signed up for the twenty-four-hour version."

As she put her bra on, I got out of bed, and started dressing. I was thinking we both have to be at church for her wedding at eleven.

Soon, she was ready to go, and I was ready for about a gallon of coffee. "See you at the church, Jackie. And thanks again for taking care of me!"

"My pleasure!" as she walked into the hall and closed the door.

The wedding went smoothly. Everyone was talking about how radiant the bride was. Little did they know.

We didn't talk about our party for two, until a few days later, Mike stopped me in the hall. "What did you do to my wife. The only time she stops talking is the five or six times a day she wants sex. She was never like this before."

"I don't know," I replied, "I just tried to do what you told me to do."

"No worries," he continued. "I've never seen her so happy, and I'm loving the way she is now, even more than before. I can't believe how happy we are."

So, it was a happy ending.

Except that the fat lady hadn't sung.

A few weeks later, around 9 pm on a Wednesday night, I heard a rapping on my door. There stood Elsa.

"Jackie, Mike's on an all-week business trip, and I'm lonely. Can you help me out?"

"Come on in!" I told her, "Would you like some tea?"

"Maybe later," she replied. "What I want now is your naked ass in your bed." This definitely was not the shy, little girl I had met so many months ago. I lost the race to see who could be in my bed, nude, first.

"I think you're glad to see me," she told me. "Do you know what to do with that thing sticking out from between your legs?"

"I'll try to figure it out!" I replied, pushing her down into the missionary position. I touched her to verify her wetness, and stuck my cock straight in.

"How's that," I asked.

"You did figure it out!" she exclaimed. "Now fuck me very harder and very fast."

It was like we had only had a brief intermission from that Friday night all those weeks ago.

This time it took four ejaculations, rather than three, before she would go home.

The following Saturday, Mike and I were both doing laundry.

"Hey, Jackie!"

"Hey, Mike!"

"Say, Jackie, Elsa told me about Wednesday night. I'm perfectly cool with that. Happy wife, happy life! So, you and I are cool, okay."

"Sure, Mike," I replied, "and Mike, you were right about her. I'm sure I can't take credit for a mouse turning into a tiger."

"Jackie, I loved that mouse, but I love the tiger even more!"

"Well, I'm happy for you, Mike!"

"And for yourself, I think you might be receiving a few dividends along the way, Jackie!"

"If that's what Wednesday night was, I'm all for it!"

"See you, Jackie!"

"See you, Mike!"

That's pretty much it. Time for the fat lady to sing. Our routine became that when the three of us had dinner, at either apartment, Elsa and I would go to a nearby bedroom and have some fun for thirty or forty minutes.

This continued for almost two years until I got married again. My new wife would have none of it. So, we continued the occasional dinner, without any extracurricular activities. I talked to Mike recently, and he told me that Elsa was still seeing an occasional 'friend', usually when he was out of town. He added that they were planning to get pregnant soon and she would stop all extracurricular activity once they started trying to get pregnant.