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I rush out of the gym and around the corner.
There's a big black SUV with tinted windows around the corner. I
stroll past it, but the window rolls down. I find that this is Ed's
car.

"You looking for me?" he asks,leaning out
the window and grinning as I check his car out from bumper to
bumper.

"This thing looks like one of those cars
that rappers drive. Are you in the mob or something?"

He opens the door and steps out. Ed is in a
light blue patterned v-neck t-shirt, gray jeans and brown boots
that match his wide buckled belt. The gray fake rolex that he
always wears is on his wrist and his spiky brown hair is slicked
back nicely.

"I don't see what you mean. It was really
cheap though. I bought it at a police auction."

I give him a look.

"You aren't going to tell me that you bought
some gang banger's drive by vehicle, are you?"

"Ok, I won't."

Just another piece in the odd puzzle that is
Ed. He helps me get in and I give him directions to my apartment,
which is a 15 minute drive on the highway from here. We engage in
casual banter until reaching my place. I get out and rush inside to
quickly get ready. Today was one of those days that I didn't
shower, so that takes first priority. I then rush into my bedroom,
throw on the only date worthy dress that I have for a guy of Ed's
level, which happens to be a black tight thing that shows off quite
a bit more than I probably should, and put on my make up and do my
hair.

30 minutes later, I rush back out and find
that Ed is snoozing behind the wheel.

"Someone could car jack you like this," I
tell him as I get in.

He opens one eye. I note a little shock in
it that makes me feel a very nice sense of pleasure.

"No one is silly enough to jack a car like
this. You never know who the owner might be."

Ed turns the key and pulls out on to the
road. I note that he can't seem to keep his eyes off my body. I
wonder if I am that much different from the girl that he teased so
often at the gym. I suppose he never thought I would look quite
this good.

I run my hands over my hips and pull my
dress down a little over my lightly tanned, slim thighs. I am a
small girl and always have been. Ed is probably 6 foot or over and
I am about 5 foot 3. My body is slim until you get to my chest,
which nature has given me an unproportionate amount of size for my
frame. Luckily my hips are a little wide too or I'd look like your
typical plastic blonde.

"Do you like steak?" Ed asks as we turn out
of my suburb and into the next.

"Sure. Where are we eating?"

He grins and says nothing.

"What?" I ask.

"I was going to take you to a diner, but I
don't think that is what I want to do anymore."

"Oh, what do you want to do?"

I blush after asking. He gives me a look
that strips me naked. I stutter something. Men don't look at me
that way even when I am dressed up like this. The heat of those two
brown orbs of his is enough to fry planets. What have I got myself
into?

"Conversation and a good time."

Turning onto the highway, he drives for a
bit in silence.

"Where do bodybuilders usually eat?" he asks
after taking an off ramp into a richer suburb near mine.

I already know the answer. Doing Ed's
membership fees has made me well aware of where he lives.

"At home..."

We pull into his driveway. The house is
small but very tidy. I sit there as he looks over my way.

"I can really cook," he tells me, "But I
also won't make you uncomfortable. You have my word that I'll be a
gentleman."

My eyes travel to his door. This is really
too much, but I trust Ed. If he says that he'll be good then I
believe him.

"It's ok. Let's eat here," I decided.

Getting out of his SUV, we walk to the front
door and he lets me in. Inside it is comfy and well furnished. He
has a medium sized pool out back and a lot of pictures on the walls
and around the place.

"You have a nice house," I compliment.

He leads me into the kitchen and sits me
down.

"Relax and I'll get things cooking. The food
is preprepared, so it won't take long."

Ed heads over to the fridge and I watch him
pull out various labelled containers, putting them on the wide
wooden bench next to his rather expensive looking chrome steel
stove.

What to make of this situation? I feel like
I should be more concerned about what is going on. I hesitate to
admit it, but I haven't been into a man's house since my
ex-boyfriend, which was months ago in April. That's not to say I
haven't 'played' a little, but I'm no bad girl. I don't think, in
recent memory, that I have been to a man's house on the first date.
Probably, I shouldn't be doing this.

"How do you like your steak?" he asks,
pulling some meat packs out from the fridge.

"Well-done," I say, eyeing up the meat.

He gets back to cooking and I admire him at
it. There is just something really sexy about a man cooking for me.
It's weird to think that, but I shouldn't really be surprised that
a bodybuilder can cook. These guys probably think about nothing
else but food, muscle and... oh, I forgot - sex.

The thought makes me blush. He glances over
his shoulder just as I do.

"Thinking about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Being here in THAT dress."

"Not really. This is what I always wear on
dates."

Looking me over from head to toe, I get the
feeling that he is judging whether I am lying or not and finding me
quite the fibber.

"Whatever you say."

Putting a big plate of salad down on the
table, he puts a steak in front of me and a glass of red wine.

"It helps the taste a little. The meat is a
week old."

I take a sip. That meat doesn't look that
old. I think Ed might be trying to get me drunk or hide the fact
that this is probably horse meat.

We eat for a bit and chat about regular
people things. He makes no moves on me as we talk and I find
myself, oddly, wanting him to. I guess that Ed is the only one at
the gym that I am actually attracted to. That he isn't playing any
kind of games with me is frustrating because guys my age are ALL
about games. Talking like normal people - a new thing.

Finishing our meal, he shows me the backyard
and takes a seat next to the pool with me.

"You are more beautiful than I thought," he
says quietly after sipping on his beer for awhile.

"I am? Which me do you like better, the one
at work or this?"

"Both are nice. I didn't ask you out because
of your looks."

"Why did you? We've known each other for
months. I didn't think you were interested."

He shrugs.

"Took me awhile to decide I wanted to ask.
It's not every day that I go out on a date."

"Taking a girl to your house isn't a date,
Ed. You are trying to get into my pants," I accuse.

Ed leans over and runs his finger down my
thigh. I shiver in the moonlight.

"So what if I am? Isn't that what we men
do?"

"I suppose, but I'm no one's prize."

His hand runs up my inner thigh. I want to
stop him but don't. Those eyes of his have me paralyzed like a deer
in the headlights of a large black SUV, possibly a ex-gang
banger's.

"You are a prize, but I agree you are your
own woman. What would it take to make you mine?"

I grin.

"Money."

He laughs.

"I have money, but I'm not paying. What
about if I give you something better?"

"Like what?"

Ed hops down on his knees and runs the sides
of the short black dress that I am wearing up a little so that my
black silky lingerie panties are exposed slightly. His hands are
rough and hard: The type of hands that are used to lifting heavy
steel, day in and day out. One finger runs along the front,
tickling the skin under the fabric with the lightest, shortest
touch imaginable.

"What are you doing, mister? That's not a
toy that you are touching."

Ed doesn't say a thing. Those strong hands
of his pry my legs apart as his eyes stare up at me asking a
question that I'm not sure I can answer yes to just yet.

"Ed..."

His tongue running along my thigh stops me
mid-sentence. The feeling of it's wetness combined with the three
short kisses that he plants on my hairless skin make me shiver in
delight.

"Ed..."

It comes out as a moan. His lips come to the
front of my panties and he kisses my pubic area softly, working the
dress up to my hips gently with his fingers as I lean my head back
over the white plastic deck chair I am on, which is positioned just
outside his back door, looking out over the pool.

My blond hair flows down over the plastic.
His hands come up over my stomach and run over my waist slowly and
tenderly. Every now and then he will give me a little kiss on my
inner thighs as his hands shift from place to place. It sends
tingles through my entire body.

Pulling my dress even further up, I finally
lose patience with him and pull it straight up and over. I am left
sitting before him in my black pushup bra, which is pushing up
quite a lot of flesh, and slightly wet panties. He admires me for a
moment before pulling me outwards so that my womanhood is straight
out in front of him. He grabs my ankles and opens me wide with my
legs up near my sides.

"Ed... It's so embarrassing," I moan as he
stares down at my panties.

"Is it?" he murmurs in appreciation.

I groan as he licks along the base of my
underwear before viciously kissing and licking up and down my inner
thighs.

"Not there!"

His tongue is working the rear of my
panties. That hole is not clean! I feel dirty...

"Let's get these out of the way."

He grabs my underwear and pulls them off. I
squeal a little as he brings my legs back out and stares at the
pink open lips of my shaven hole.

"Don't stare so much. It's making me
self-conscious."

Ed laughs.

"It's gorgeous. You are soaked." His finger
pushing into my hole makes me cry out. "And tight."

I cry out as he quickly hammers that one
digit in and out. A filthy squelching sound flows from it. I don't
want to hear it, but he makes it louder and louder by working his
finger in faster and faster.

"No!"

My lips open and release that single
syllable as juices flow down over his t-shirt. The warmth that
swarms over me is like a million little stars bursting within my
body. They explode in one white flash of heat and I find myself
struggling to push him away as they consume my mind and blast me
into orbit to come down on the wings of a dark angel, burning and
charred.

"You came," he notes. "That was fast."

Ed stands up and looks down to his
t-shirt.

"It's dirty."

He pulls it off. I moan when I see his hard,
ripped body. His tan alone is perfect. I want him so bad.

Getting to my knees, I yank at his jeans. He
chuckles as I pull them away, wide eyed and full of lust.

"Naughty girl. Look what you did."

Something in me stops my movements. I
pause.

"What?"

He pulls it from his boxers and puts it in
front of my mouth.

"You won't be able to suck it. The thing is
way too big."

"Big?"

It's the understatement of a lifetime. The
size is so large that it would give a lifelong prostitute
pause.

"We can't put that in me."

He shakes his head.

"We can. Don't you trust me?"

I look up to him. Ed is so confident. I want
to be as confident as he is, but it's not coming. That thing will
rip me open!

"I can't. This is too large."

He pulls me up in his arms.

"Many women have said that. You will find
that it's perfectly ok."

His hands wrap me up. I moan in pleasure.
Those hard abs, solid arms, huge legs and that MONSTER pressed to
my naked front. I want him... however, he's too big.

Picking me up, he takes me inside and puts
me down on the bed. His fingers bury in me and I forget about my
concerns for a little while. I can tell that Ed is working up to
something because by the time I let go again, he has five fingers
most of the way in.

"You aren't putting that in me," I groan,
barely aware of where I am.

"Just the tip."

I cry out as he puts it in - not just the
tip but much more.

"Sooooo huge!"

My hole feels like its about to explode. The
'roundness' of it has suddenly stretched well beyond what should be
regular proportions. Even just the tip is a challenge and I feel it
immensely. It is like he is redefining all of the men that I have
slept with in my life, which is not a lot but some, and making them
all seem small by comparison.

"Ahhhhh... it's going to break!"

The man shifts in and out, a slow breath
stealing movement that leaves me panting. The shaft is thick and
like steel; the tip a deadly warhead blasting away in my body and
creating pulses of pleasure and pain. Each slow draw and long push
is exquisite. All I feel is 'open' and a sense of warm goodness
tingled with the slightest amount of good quality hurt. It's the
biggest workout that I have ever had down there. I hope he doesn't
leave me too loose for those that might come after. This stretch
might be permanent.

Working up the pace, Ed starts hammering his
point home. I feel it deep inside of me and respond by crying out
in an agonizing wail that isn't as bad as it seems. His bedroom
walls reverberate with the sound of his strong hips hammering away,
over and over again stretching, pleasuring and opening my inner
body.

"I'm going to cum," I moan.

He is stuck in status for a moment, but
cruelly works through it when the tide recedes. I nearly have
another one, but the stimulation I received earlier has done its
job. I'm finished.