Come As You Are

Prologue

There's really no love like your first. Colors are brighter, food tastes better, life is just good. And for that reason, few breakups can sting like your first. What you thought was a new normal that would last forever suddenly evaporates with the passing of a note in study hall or a girl wearing the wrong guy's jacket at the game.

Even though high school relationships are among the shallowest we'll ever have, the slap in the face that goes with that first breakup can last a lifetime. This is particularly true if the slapper enjoys it a little too much.

Enter Barbara. She had her sights set on Mark from the beginning of their senior year. Friends warned him that she was a conqueror, but he was smitten and fell right into the trap she set. They were the school's power couple all year long, and so being dumped by her the Monday after prom was a complete shock to him - one he never quite got over completely.

The truth is, the lasting sting of their breakup had less to do with Mark not being able to move on and more to do with Barbara's sadistic side. Every time Mark found happiness in the coming years, whether relational or occupational or any other "-ational," Barbara would find a way to remind him of his past, when he got dumped in front of other students and was laughed at. She's haunted him off and on for 30 years and always manages to get the upper hand no matter what.

Mark has kept a low profile the last couple years. It's not just that he wants to stay off Barbara's radar, though that's always something he considers after decades of conditioning. The more important factor is Mark's current love interest - the one he's always wanted. Leilani is a tender 20 years of age, and they've been together a little over two years. The simple algebra of the situation makes it clear why things have been kept quiet for a while.

They fell hard for one another toward the end of her senior year. Once she turned 18, Leilani moved into Mark's house and finished school from there. To celebrate her graduation and their official coming out as a couple, Mark used a portion of his savings and the two of them traveled the world for ten months. Christmas in Hawaii; backpacking in the Andes; scuba diving in Australia. They explored the world and each other, created a lifetime of memorable experiences, and made love repeatedly on six of seven continents.

Now back in the city and restarting life at home, Mark and Leilani are more devoted to one another than ever. There's nothing they wouldn't do for one another. And because of the length of their trip, Barbara has no idea Leilani even exists.

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The Situation

*ring-ring* *ring-ring*

"Hello?" Mark nearly knocked his phone off the nightstand trying to get it quickly before it awakened the pretty girl sleeping beside him.

"Mark? Hiiiii! Mark, it's Barbara, how are you?"

Shit. "Hi, Barbara, I'm fine. It's kind of late. What's up?"

"Oh, I know it is. I'd apologize, but that's kind of the point of the call. We're having a party, and you're invited!"

Groan. "A party, huh? You couldn't just use a stamp and send me something? And who's 'we'?"

"Oh my god, no, are you kidding? That would ruin the whole thing! No, my husband and I -- yes, right, he's my fourth and SO rich and handsome. Aaaaaand, he's 15 years older than me, which means... I'm a sugarbaby now, Mark! Isn't that amazing? Ok, so anyway, we're having a party as an open house for our new place we just built. It's huge and gorgeous and we want everyone to see it, so... party time!"

Mark lay there making a circular hurry-up motion silently while Barbara prattled on about her wonderful life. "It's a Come-As-You-Are party. Have you heard of it? Oh, it's so much fun. The theme is... whatever you're wearing when you get the invitation, that's how you must come dressed to the party. We want it to be a pajama party, so we're calling everyone late at night so they're all ready for bed. See? Oh Mark, I hope you can come! It's a week from Friday. And, you know... bring a guest, if you think you can find one that dresses like you do for bed. Bye!" Barbara let out a snort of derision at her challenge as she hung up.

Mark put the phone down and flopped back on the pillow, frustrated and angry beyond measure. He'd never get any sleep now; he was so riled up. He was contemplating going downstairs to find a movie on TV to take his mind off that ridiculous invitation when a little hand moved under the covers and slipped onto his bare chest over his heart.

"We should go."

Mark looked quickly over and saw both of Leilani's eyes looking at him, smiling. "You heard all that?"

Leilani rose up to lean on one elbow, her hand still guarding his pounding heart. "Of course I did. She sounds like Janice from 'Friends.' I could've heard that from the kitchen." Leilani knew all about Barbara and the history Mark had with her. There were no secrets in their house. Loving Mark meant loving all of him and helping him decide which baggage to carry and which to shed. It was a two-way street, and he had helped her shed plenty of things from her past as well.

"There's no way we're going to that. The whole thing is one big plot just to humiliate me all over again. 'I'll hold the football, Charlie Brown, and you kick it.' Hell no. I'm tired of letting her find new ways to make me look like an ass. She knows I sleep in my underwear, so this'll give her a chance to either mock me when I show up according to the party rules or else to point out that I was too chicken to be seen. It's lose-lose, and I'm sick of it."

Leilani gently caressed his throbbing chest as she lay her head on his shoulder, quietly pondering while he stewed. Occasionally she would kiss his cheek lightly and whisper "shhhh" against it. Finally, her thoughts coalesced enough that she could express them to him.

"What if we work together and make this her final defeat? She doesn't know about me. She doesn't even know I exist, let alone that I would walk barefoot across hot coals for you. If you're willing to put yourself out there a little, I think this could be a way to shut Barbara up and set down that baggage forever. Please, Daddy? Can we try?"

Mark scowled in the semi-darkness. "She just wants to embarrass me. She's been doing it most of my life. Why would I want to get any of that on you? Besides, you always sleep in the nude. I can't take you to a party naked!"

Leilani moved her head to peer at her man's face in the dim light. She finally moved her hand from his heart and started finger-stroking his pecs as she spoke soothingly as only she could. "I thought the rule was to wear what you have on when you're invited, not what you usually wear. I'm on my period tonight, Daddy. I'm wearing panties. Besides... have you seen my body? Are you ashamed of it?"

"No, I'm not."

"Damn right. And I'm not either, in case you've forgotten the south of France, and Greece, and Amsterdam and Cancun and St. Maarten and New Zealand... shall I go on?"

"But.."

"No, baby, no! No but. Are you ashamed of your body? I don't think so. You were naked in almost all those places with me. I've seen your pictures from high school and college, and you're twice the man you were then, inside and out. And on the outside, it's alllll yummy-yummy muscles. Your abs, your pecs, your quads, your glutes -- oh my god, Daddy, your glutes! Aaaaand..." Leilani reached down under the covers and cupped Mark's manhood through his underwear. "I know that you never went all the way with Barbara, so she's never seen the cannon you're packing down here, the very best muscle of all."

Mark chuckled and went to brush her hand away but thought better of it when she curled her fingers around him and squeezed. He sighed at her. "You really wanna do this, babygirl?"

"Oh my god, Daddy, more than anything! And...ooh, listen to this! I heard her bragging about having an age gap with her husband and being a baby now. Are you even kidding me? You walk in as a Daddy, looking like the hottest fuck she's never had, full of swagger and confidence? And hanging on your arm is your own babygirl with twice the age gap and looking like this, wearing next to nothing? She's done, Daddy, forever."

They lay there together silently, Leilani having finished her sales pitch and Mark pondering it point for point, weighing it against pain end embarrassment from his past. Leilani slowly kissed a circle around his pec, tasting his skin, brushing lips as soft as angel's wings across his nipple. She really wanted to do this with him - for him. But as an obedient babygirl, she would accept her Daddy's leadership, whether it was what she wanted or not.

"Fuck her."

Mark's sudden outburst shook her out of her musing. The die was cast. Leilani grinned widely in the shadows. They fell quickly into rapid, excited talk imagining the kinds of responses they would get. That led to discussing their plan, their limits, and their hopes for the party. In the blink of an eye, 30 minutes had passed and Leilani yawned widely.

"You better get some rest, babygirl. I'm gonna go watch some news to calm myself down, and then I'll come up."

Leilani grabbed him. "Hey. Nobody knows how to calm you down better than me. Just because the front door is locked doesn't mean you can't use the back. Grab that coconut oil in the drawer and fuck my ass, Daddy, please?"

Mark brightened and scrambled for the coconut oil. He quickly skimmed off his underwear and greased his throbbing pole, then turned toward his willing girl. Leilani had rolled to her stomach and had a pillow under her hips, jutting her bottom upward. She had pulled the string of her tiny thong out of her crack, ready to be loved by her Daddy.

Straddling her thighs, Mark rubbed the head of his thick cock back and forth across Leilani's little pink star while she cooed her encouragement. "Yesss, Daddy, fuck this little girl. I want all your love inside my bottom." With a grunt, Mark pushed his stiff member deep into her darkest places, then held there as he draped his chiseled body over her small form, lowering to his elbows on either side of her. While he slowly pumped his member in and out of her ass, he whispered sweet words of love and adoration into the mop of her hair. Leilani whimpered while he loved her ass and her heart at the same time and moaned with pleasure when he finally tensed and deposited his essence inside her. Soft kisses in her hair, breathless I-love-yous, and a conjoined roll to their sides, then they fell asleep curled up together with Leilani still full of Mark.

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The Party

The next ten days flew by in some respects and crawled in others. On top of the usual daily activities of work and home life, there was the exciting overtone of anticipation about the party. It sprinkled through every dinner conversation, distracted them both while doing other things. Ideas were brainstormed and plans were made. New ideas came up and plans were changed.

This went on for days and found its way into their lovemaking too. It was typical for Mark and Leilani to be intimate, in some way or another, every day at least once, sometimes twice. But the buildup to the party had their libidos on overdrive, and they were having sex two or three times every day. That is, until Thursday night.

Leilani swallowed the final gushes of Mark's sperm while she ground herself against his face, moaning with orgasmic delight around his thick organ. Sucking down the last few drops, her hips bucked hard on him until she was spent. She collapsed on him and panted for a moment, then slid off and turned around on her side to lick her slick juices from his chin and lips.

"That's it, horny boy. No more until tomorrow night."

Mark protested, "What? Come on, you know I have another load in me, maybe two. I'm still hard!"

"Nuh-uh. Keep it in there. I want you to save up for the party," she said.

"But what about the morning? How the hell am I supposed to focus on work tomorrow if I haven't fucked you? Oh god, this is gonna suck."

"All in good time, sweetie," she purred. "You know I'll never leave you hanging for long. I know how much you need it. And you know how much I love it."

"Yeah, yeah, ok. I know you're right and it's the best thing. It's just...hard."

Leilani grinned at his play on words as he pulled the sheet up to cover his crotch, hoping that out-of-sight, out-of-mind would help his raging erection subside.

"So," she said, "did we definitely decide on needy sex-starved kitty-kat for tomorrow night? We've talked through so many possibilities; I just want to make sure we're on the same page."

"Mm-hmm, I think that one'll be best. The most fun, for sure. Yep, needy kittycunt for sure."

"You got it, handsome. I can't wait! In fact, if you hadn't given me such an intense orgasm just now, there's no way I'd be able to go to sleep right now." She reached over and turned out the light, then pressed her lips hotly to Mark's mouth in a kiss to make Romeo and Juliet blush, before laying her head on his shoulder and curling her naked body up against his. "I love you, Daddy. Good night."

Since they planned to not have sex the next morning, the alarm was set for an hour later than usual. She didn't let him cum, but Leilani edged Mark manually while she washed him in the shower the next morning. She cooked breakfast while he dressed, and then edged him again while he ate, driving him crazy with lust but managing to fend off his advances and get him out the door to work.

She spent the morning working around the house, then the afternoon at a salon appointment. She got a long, luxurious wash, then soft highlights with some product to tease her hair out a little wilder and more exotic than she usually wore it. She sat in just a towel while receiving a mani/pedi. Rather than waxing, she was professionally shaven to ensure every curve and fold was baby smooth. Finally, a makeup artist gave her some gorgeous tone to her cheekbones and very overdone smoky eyes and even added some temporary color to her nipples to really draw attention to them.

Leilani greeted Mark at the door wearing her new thong and heels, looking like sex personified. He nearly stumbled from the sudden shift of blood to his cock as he took in her look. "Damn, babygirl, you've been busy today."

She spun in place, grinning. "You like? It's the most fun $600 I've ever spent." She grinned again as he quickly processed the figure and his face showed that the results were worth every dollar.

"You're perfect, even more so than usual. That Bitch is never bothering me again after tonight." The two of them had dubbed their plan for final vengeance on Barbara as Operation: That Bitch and had taken to using the mission's name as their inside joke anytime they needed to refer to her. "Oh, and I got some of the seamless, no-fly boxer briefs you told me to grab." He reached into a shopping bag and withdrew a package, which he tossed to Leilani.

"Baby, these aren't your size, they're a size too small. They're going to be super tight, and the waistband is going to sit extra low on your hips and oh my god yes I do hear what I'm saying and aren't you the cleverest, hottest boy ever!" Leilani flashed him her brightest, wickedest smile as she digested what he was implying with his purchase. He was all-in. Completely sold out to the mission, completely comfortable with not only showing off her hot body, but his own as well. Every single bit of it. "Oh Mark...oh my god, Mark! That Bitch is gonna DIE when she sees you in these!"

They still had almost two hours before they needed to leave, so they set about making final preparations. Leilani put Mark's new underwear in the washer on a short cycle, then went and prepared a light supper for them. Meanwhile, Mark took a shower, then shaved again. Once the washer finished, Leilani tossed the undies into the dryer and ran it on the highest heat setting to make the cotton shrink as much as possible, then walked into the bedroom. Mark was just finishing up some manscaping. He had shaved his balls clean and was putting the last touches on a little triangular soul patch just above the base of his shaft.

"Baby? Dinner's ready and we can eat any...ooooh." Leilani took one look at what Mark was doing and stopped mid-sentence. She watched, mesmerized, as he carefully shaped the little patch of hair. "My gosh, having it all trimmed down like that makes your cock look even bigger than usual. You need to keep that look even after tonight."

He grinned. "Think so, huh?"

"Uh-huh, totally. Can I...finish you?" Leilani walked to him, her bare breasts swaying hypnotically, stained nipples an even rosier shade of pink than normal. She reached into the nearby vanity and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. She poured a tiny amount into her palm, then grasped his semi-rigid cock and lifted it out of the way so she could apply the oil to his smooth balls. For a couple minutes, there was no sound except an occasional sigh escaping Mark's lips. He watched her lovingly, methodically work the oil into his sac. By the time she finished, he was completely hard. "Not too much, or the excess will soak into your underwear and be visible. We just want there to be a light sheen, just in case your balls get to come out tonight." She winked at him and he smiled back, then they walked together into the kitchen.

Mark could hardly control himself on the drive to the party. But he had enough good sense not to draw police attention to himself. How would they explain the way they were dressed if they were stopped for speeding? No, nothing could be allowed to jeopardize Operation: That Bitch. They turned into the new development where the party was being held and marveled at the sizes of the lots and the homes there. Once they found Barbara's new home, they drove on past to get a sense of the area before turning around to head back. While in a cul-de-sac, Lei picked up a water bottle.

"Here, baby, it's time." She opened her little hand and revealed a small blue pill, offering both it and the bottle to Mark.

"You really think I should?" He eyed the pill warily.

"Yes! Omigod, yes. I don't just want people to see how big you are, I want them to see how long you're hard for me... that your erection is constant because of how hot your little kittycunt is. Please, baby?" Mark shrugged and swallowed the pill without water, then kissed her quickly before driving back to their destination. He turned into the massive, sweeping arc drive and idled up toward the main entrance where an attendant waited to park the car.

The attendant opened the Jaguar's passenger side door for Leilani, and she stepped out looking every bit the goddess -- perfect hair and makeup, and a semi-sheer hip-length white shirt, unbuttoned and giving very clear views of what was underneath. By the time she was out of the car, Mark was at her side, the Jag purring throatily nearby. He looked magnificent in his tight boxer briefs, casual boat shoes on his feet. His muscles rippled as he moved to her, and his bulge was impressive.

They strode onto the large porch and Mark reached for the doorbell button, but Leilani stopped him. "Just a minute, let's get you juuuust right." She pulled the waist band of his shorts open and reached in to grasp his cock, positioning it to about a 45-degree angle toward his left, then releasing his shorts and stepping back to look at the gorgeous outline. "Mmm... Perfect, just like you." Her eyes sparkled with excitement as he smiled and rang the doorbell.

The door opened and they were greeted by a 30-something man in classic pinstripe pajamas and bedroom slippers - hardly the normal sleepwear for someone his age. He gave a startled look at Mark's attire, then looked at Leilani and nearly gasped aloud. He invited them inside and closed the door behind them. "Barbara!"