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A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday.by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories"Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!"It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends.Erica had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there, and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family or visit her own friends.The day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed tonight for our boy.The journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away.He asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way through, as I would of course be driving home.I fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd be some eye candy for the evening!I saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend. She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend, and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug, she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over.Following the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been running since primary school and who I knew still competed in triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her.She gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday gathering?Emma excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all.I spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and headed to say hello.As I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was."Hi, Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear, a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly blushing face.I smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's lovely to see you!"Molly beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman, realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest.Luckily I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she described her college course and told me about how college had been affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it?I soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I mused as we chatted.I sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist watching attractive ladies.After a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma stood in the doorway."Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!""You did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her, turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face.My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me."We don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?"I simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and heading to my rapidly growing cock.Emma leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist. Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her arse.The decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress, and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse.Emma pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again, blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before.She visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the waistband of my pants."Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance."It sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds, seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it."Should I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality of the situation.I laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to stand again, a relieved smile on her face."Are you sure you want...""Yes, definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch length.I kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation, turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy.Emma gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris, causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet.Knowing we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening invitingly."I have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd quickly pressed her hand over.The sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at me wide eyed."Ready?" I asked simply.Emma nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt. The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of being filled.As I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum.""I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!"I don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into her belly.After a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing position.Knowing we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you," before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans.Emma opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and, I assumed collect some underwear!I stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very shifty looking Emma."Wh???""Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party.The rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation with Emma for most of the rest of the evening.Eventually it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass."Sorry I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double entendre."Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled."I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave."Do you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me, using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already know."I think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take things."by MysteryTe for Literotica.

A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday.by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories"Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!"It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends.Erica had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there, and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family or visit her own friends.The day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed tonight for our boy.The journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away.He asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way through, as I would of course be driving home.I fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd be some eye candy for the evening!I saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend. She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend, and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug, she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over.Following the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been running since primary school and who I knew still competed in triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her.She gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday gathering?Emma excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all.I spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and headed to say hello.As I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was."Hi, Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear, a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly blushing face.I smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's lovely to see you!"Molly beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman, realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest.Luckily I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she described her college course and told me about how college had been affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it?I soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I mused as we chatted.I sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist watching attractive ladies.After a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma stood in the doorway."Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!""You did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her, turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face.My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me."We don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?"I simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and heading to my rapidly growing cock.Emma leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist. Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her arse.The decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress, and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse.Emma pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again, blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before.She visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the waistband of my pants."Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance."It sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds, seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it."Should I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality of the situation.I laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to stand again, a relieved smile on her face."Are you sure you want...""Yes, definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch length.I kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation, turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy.Emma gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris, causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet.Knowing we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening invitingly."I have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd quickly pressed her hand over.The sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at me wide eyed."Ready?" I asked simply.Emma nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt. The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of being filled.As I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum.""I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!"I don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into her belly.After a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing position.Knowing we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you," before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans.Emma opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and, I assumed collect some underwear!I stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very shifty looking Emma."Wh???""Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party.The rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation with Emma for most of the rest of the evening.Eventually it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass."Sorry I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double entendre."Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled."I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave."Do you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me, using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already know."I think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take things."by MysteryTe for Literotica.

Every December we go through this with Sue. Her Birthday is December 14, so she wants to commiserate with all the December birthday people who feel like they get short changed. Let's face it... their birthday gifts get wrapped in holiday paper.

A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday. by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories "Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!" It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends. [[MORE]] Erica had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there, and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family or visit her own friends. The day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed tonight for our boy. The journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away. He asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way through, as I would of course be driving home. I fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd be some eye candy for the evening! I saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend. She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend, and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug, she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over. Following the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been running since primary school and who I knew still competed in triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her. She gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday gathering? Emma excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all. I spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and headed to say hello. As I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was. "Hi, Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear, a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly blushing face. I smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's lovely to see you!" Molly beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman, realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest. Luckily I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she described her college course and told me about how college had been affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it? I soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I mused as we chatted. I sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist watching attractive ladies. After a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma stood in the doorway. "Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!" "You did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her, turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face. My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me. "We don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?" I simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and heading to my rapidly growing cock. Emma leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist. Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her arse. The decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress, and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse. Emma pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again, blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before. She visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the waistband of my pants. "Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance. "It sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds, seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it. "Should I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality of the situation. I laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to stand again, a relieved smile on her face. "Are you sure you want..." "Yes, definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch length. I kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation, turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy. Emma gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris, causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet. Knowing we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening invitingly. "I have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd quickly pressed her hand over. The sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at me wide eyed. "Ready?" I asked simply. Emma nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt. The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of being filled. As I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum." "I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!" I don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into her belly. After a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing position. Knowing we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you," before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans. Emma opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and, I assumed collect some underwear! I stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very shifty looking Emma. "Wh???" "Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party. The rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation with Emma for most of the rest of the evening. Eventually it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass. "Sorry I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double entendre. "Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled. "I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave. "Do you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me, using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already know. "I think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take things." by MysteryTe for Literotica.

A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday. by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories "Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!" It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends. [[MORE]] Erica had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there, and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family or visit her own friends. The day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed tonight for our boy. The journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away. He asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way through, as I would of course be driving home. I fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd be some eye candy for the evening! I saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend. She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend, and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug, she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over. Following the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been running since primary school and who I knew still competed in triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her. She gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday gathering? Emma excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all. I spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and headed to say hello. As I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was. "Hi, Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear, a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly blushing face. I smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's lovely to see you!" Molly beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman, realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest. Luckily I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she described her college course and told me about how college had been affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it? I soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I mused as we chatted. I sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist watching attractive ladies. After a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma stood in the doorway. "Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!" "You did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her, turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face. My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me. "We don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?" I simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and heading to my rapidly growing cock. Emma leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist. Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her arse. The decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress, and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse. Emma pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again, blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before. She visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the waistband of my pants. "Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance. "It sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds, seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it. "Should I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality of the situation. I laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to stand again, a relieved smile on her face. "Are you sure you want..." "Yes, definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch length. I kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation, turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy. Emma gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris, causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet. Knowing we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening invitingly. "I have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd quickly pressed her hand over. The sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at me wide eyed. "Ready?" I asked simply. Emma nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt. The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of being filled. As I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum." "I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!" I don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into her belly. After a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing position. Knowing we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you," before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans. Emma opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and, I assumed collect some underwear! I stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very shifty looking Emma. "Wh???" "Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party. The rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation with Emma for most of the rest of the evening. Eventually it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass. "Sorry I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double entendre. "Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled. "I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave. "Do you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me, using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already know. "I think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take things." by MysteryTe for Literotica.

A Friend Had No Idea What Her Daughter Wanted for Her Birthday. by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories "Of course! I'd love to come her 18th celebrate with you all!" It was the only response to the invitation. Emma was the daughter of teacher friend of mine, Alice, who I'd worked with a few years ago but kept in touch with after moving schools. I'd actually taught Emma in one of my first classes and as a friend of the family, had been invited to a small-ish gathering at their house for her 18th. Normally, they'd have had a bigger party, my friend had said, but with Covid still spreading, they were having a few family friends round to the garden on the Saturday evening before Emma headed out that night with her friends. [[MORE]] Erica had immediately ruled herself out. At 6 months pregnant with our second child, she had a bump as big as most at the time of birth, and was finding it very uncomfortable, so standing around in the garden for a couple of hours wasn't really an option. She didn't really know the family all that well either as I'd left the school not long after meeting Erica so she hadn't really gotten to know my friends from there, and had used my previous visits as time to spend time with her family or visit her own friends. The day of Emma's 18th arrived and Erica kissed me goodbye at the door. I wouldn't be back late but it did mean she'd have to do bath and bed tonight for our boy. The journey was about thirty five minutes, and I was greeted at the door by Alice's husband, a nice guy named Rob, who I had been running with a few times in the past before I'd met Erica and moved away. He asked how I was and Erica and our little one as I followed Rob through the house to the garden, collecting a can of lemonade on the way through, as I would of course be driving home. I fired a glance around the garden, looking for Alice or Emma, and couldn't help noticing a group of younger girls I didn't recognise near the back. They were all fairly slim and good looking, but there were a couple with their backs to me, one in a black dress and one in a flowery blue dress, whose legs held my eye for a little longer. It made sense there'd be a few of Emma's college friends there, and I was glad there'd be some eye candy for the evening! I saw Alice first, quickly moving to accept a big hug from my old friend. She looked nice, in a black top and a long khaki coloured skirt, but she'd never been someone I'd thought of as anything other than a friend, and the hug was purely warmth and friendliness. It was the first time I'd seen her since about six months before the pandemic, so there was over two years worth of hugs packed into one! After breaking the hug, she welcomed me, asked about the family, and then shouted Emma over. Following the gaze of my friend as she called her daughter, I finally recognised Emma, as the girl in the black dress with the long, toned legs turned and gave a huge smile. She rushed over and flung her arms round me in a huge hug, thanking me so much for coming. Despite being a long time family friend, I couldn't help but notice Emma had become a beautiful young lady. Her long blonde hair framed a gorgeous face and her smile was enough to light up the garden on its own. She had stayed very fit over the last couple of years. Not a surprise for a girl who had been running since primary school and who I knew still competed in triathlons. Her long legs were stunning and very toned thanks to her fitness regime, and I could only imagine she had a flat, toned stomach beneath her small, but perky looking tits. I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my eyes drift back down to her pale chest as I wished her a happy birthday and handed her a card, commenting how much she'd grown up. We both laughed that it was no wonder, given that she had been just fifteen when I'd last seen her. She gushed that she was so pleased I'd been able to come and had been worried I wouldn't be able to as she knew Erica was pregnant. I smiled and told her I wouldn't have missed it, although I could only assume she was being polite... after all what eighteen year old is really worried if a family friend almost double her age was going to be at a birthday gathering? Emma excused herself after some small talk as another young girl I didn't recognise arrived. I couldn't help but appreciate that she hadn't become the sort of girl who screams shrilly when any friend appears, and I did note she genuinely had seemed more excited to see me than this new friend. Maybe she really was glad to see me after all. I spoke to Alice a short while longer before she too went to mingle with the guests. Luckily by then I'd spotted another former colleague and headed to say hello. As I neared my old friend I felt a hand on my arm and turned to find a pretty young girl with dark hair, done up into a fancy style. She was the one in the blue dress I'd noticed earlier with Emma, and as she spoke I recognised her as another former pupil of mine, Molly, who'd been Emma's best friend through school and evidently still was. "Hi, Sir," she said, smiling and brushing her hair back behind her left ear, a glass of prosecco in hand. Again, I had to very deliberately stop myself from letting my gaze linger on her cleavage, a bit bigger than Emma's... perhaps a C. I thought, with a tiny hint of lace from her white bra just poking clear of the blue material... before I realised I had failed miserably and snapped my eyes back to her now slightly blushing face. I smiled back, a little awkwardly and with the heat rising slightly in my own cheeks as I knew I'd been caught staring at her pale, nubile little titties. "Hi, Molly. No need to call me Sir any more! How are you? It's lovely to see you!" Molly beamed at me, again touching her hair back behind her ear, before expressing her surprise that I recognised her so quickly, and then blushing a little again as I quipped that of course I could never have forgotten! I commented that she had become a lovely young woman, realising as she blushed again that my eyes had roved her whole body as I said it, lingering on her long legs and perky chest. Luckily I managed to take back control of my eyes at this point, reminding myself I'd taught Molly when she was younger, and continued the conversation without staring any further. I did, however, clock a few light touches on my arm, and a few more brushes of the hair, as she described her college course and told me about how college had been affected by the pandemic. Normally I'd be mentally reveling in these little signs, hoping they'd lead to a closer encounter, but I must be mistaken. Molly couldn't be showing any attraction. I'd taught her years before and with her slightly younger than Emma, I was even closer to double her age. It simply wasn't possible... was it? I soon moved on as Molly returned to the group of girls at the back of the garden, sitting down with Jessica, another former colleague who'd been good friends with Alice. She was quite a bit older than myself, and than Alice for that matter, and must be nearing retirement soon, I mused as we chatted. I sat with Jessica for quite a while, broken up with short trips to collect us both more soft drinks (she had driven too) and a trip to the buffet filled with party food, before enjoying a short, amusing speech by Rob about his now adult daughter. I had enjoyed watching both Emma and Molly over the course of the evening. Both had grown into very attractive young ladies and I've never been one who could resist watching attractive ladies. After a while, I excused myself to nip inside to the bathroom. Heading inside and upstairs, I relieved myself and washed my hands, turning from the sink and almost jumping out of my skin to find the door open and Emma stood in the doorway. "Jesus, Emma!" I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd locked the door!" "You did," she whispered, stepping inside and closing it again behind her, turning the lock without taking her eyes from my face. My hands paused on the towel I'd been drying my hands on. "What's...?" was all I got out before Emma interrupted me. "We don't have a lot of time," she said, stepping forwards to stand right in front of me. "I've known for years I wanted you to be my first. I've always known it was just a silly schoolgirl crush but I also know I have to take a chance." She smirked. "I also know I caught your eyes on me before. A couple of times!" Her expression changed, becoming a little more serious. "You are the right one to do it." She paused, looking into my eyes, just a few centimetres from my face. "Will you?" I simply stood for a few seconds, unable to speak, partly with shock, but also partly wrestling with myself, knowing this shouldn't be such a tempting request... the just eighteen daughter of my friend, in the bathroom of their house, with the whole family and several friends just outside, but also well aware that blood was vacating my brain and heading to my rapidly growing cock. Emma leaned in and kissed me, and all reason fled my mind. I hungrily kissed her back, her arms wrapping around my neck as mine reached her waist. Emma was wasting no time, with so many potential disasters looming if we were caught, and her tongue entered my mouth, wrestling with my own as her left arm moved down now to take my right hand and place it on her arse. The decision made and the line already crossed, I shifted my hand slightly downwards to grasp the back of her thigh below the line of her dress, and hooked the dress over it as I stroked back up to her now uncovered backside, pleasantly shocked to discover she had no knickers on as I now shifted so both hands grasped her toned arse. Emma pulled away form the kiss and grinned as I lifted me eyebrow questioningly. "Nothing to slow us down," she whispered, and I massaged the cheeks as she kissed me again. I explored her backside with my hands, reaching around the cheeks, bring my fingers closer to where her thighs must meet, and then spread her cheeks and heard the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy opening. Emma pulled away from the kiss again, blushing, before dropping to her knees in front of me and immediately unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them quickly to the floor. She paused a second at the bulge in my boxers, and I reminded myself that despite how forward and urgent she was being, she'd said she wanted me to be her first, and might not even have seen a cock in the flesh before. She visibly steeled herself, before yanking my boxers down to reveal my eight inch cock, which bounced up in front of her face as it cleared the waistband of my pants. "Oh my God," Emma whispered. "Will it even fit? I didn't think... I don't know..." She looked up at me askance. "It sounded like you're wet enough," I said simply, and she looked at my cock again, slowly reaching up to take it in her hand. I enjoyed the sensation of this young girl cautiously fondling me for a few seconds, seeming to be just trying to get used to the feel of it. "Should I...?" Emma looked up at me, a little lost, it seemed. "Do I... do I suck it?" she stammered, clearly feeling her nerves now in the reality of the situation. I laughed quietly. "Maybe another time. I think we might be a bit short of time for that!" I reached down and took Emma's hand and guided her to stand again, a relieved smile on her face. "Are you sure you want..." "Yes, definitely!" Emma responded before I finished the question. "How should we...?" she continued, her assuredness and confidence in knowing what she wanted giving way suddenly to the practicality of never having done it before and being presented with her former teacher's eight inch length. I kissed her and smiled, before silently taking control of the situation, turning her around and kissing her neck from behind. I reached down to her still uncovered arse and spread it slightly, before moving my waist forwards so my cock nestled between the cheeks. Reaching round her I dipped my left hand into the front of her dress to find her perky little tit and rock hard nipple, while my right hand dipped to her thigh and stroked upwards, quickly finding the soaked groove of her virgin pussy. Emma gasped as I finally touched her, sliding my fingers along her sopping wet valley, before lingering for a few seconds on her engorged clitoris, causing a loud squeak to escape despite her efforts to keep quiet. Knowing we didn't have forever, I released her chest and placed my hand on her back, easing her forwards. Removing my right hand from her cunt, too, I stepped back to enjoy the view as she leaned forwards to place her hands on the edge of the sink, her tiny, shaved pink pussy glistening invitingly. "I have to taste you," I whispered, dropping quickly to my knees and extending my tongue to lick slowly, lovingly upwards from her clit through the whole of her sopping wet valley. The sensation, presumably coupled with the situation, was too much for Emma and her knees buckled as she came hard, small squeaks coming form her mouth which she'd quickly pressed her hand over. The sweet taste of Emma's orgasm ran over my tongue as her knees went and I stayed knelt behind her as she shuddered to a finish, looking round at me wide eyed. "Ready?" I asked simply. Emma nodded and I helped her stand again, still bent over the sink as I guided my erection to her gleaming hole. Emma's eyes held mine as I slowly pressed myself into her, pushing the tip of my cock inside her. A couple of centimetres in I felt the resistance unique to a virgin. I drew back slightly and then pushed forward, tearing the thin barrier between Emma and her womanhood. She gasped at the sharp pain, and I felt her contract, but then she relaxed and pushed herself backwards slightly, taking the tip of my cock inside her. I pulled backward, then pressed in a again, slowly impaling her inch by inch, drawing back each time before cautiously pushing further into her eighteen year old cunt. The tight, but slick walls gripped me as they stretched around my thick length, every millimetre massaging pleasure into my erection. Emma's soft moans told me she was ok as her eyes closed in the soft pleasure of being filled. As I slowly reached about six inches, I reasoned we must be running out of time and decided it was time to speed up. I slowly pulled out and then began to thrust in and out, no longer steadily pressing forwards but sliding in and out of her tight, little pussy. Emma's moans quickened and she leaned further forwards, easing the passage of my cock to her inner passage. Soon I was fucking her fast and hard, the last couple of inches of my cock also making their way inside her as I buried myself in her cunt, right to the bottom of my shaft, the need for slow, steady progress gone inside Emma's dripping wet hole. I felt myself nearing the edge of my resistance and I whispered to her, "I'm going to cum." "I'm on the pill. Cum inside me. Please, Sir, fill me with your cum!" I don't know if saying that turned her on even more, but Emma orgasmed again as she spoke, her already tight pussy gripping my cock as I buried it deep inside her and shot load after load of hot, sticky spunk into her belly. After a few seconds of quiet, tired panting, my cock still inside Emma, I pulled backwards to reveal her perfect, pink, freshly fucked pussy, my cum dribbling out of her as she pushed herself back to a standing position. Knowing we'd pushed our luck, Emma quickly kissed my lips and said "Thank you," before rearranging her dress as I pulled up my boxers and jeans. Emma opened the door first and peered out. I thought I saw her flash a smile before she disappeared down the landing to her bedroom to clean up and, I assumed collect some underwear! I stepped cautiously out onto the landing, almost bumping into Molly as she stepped into the doorway, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there. "Oh, sorry, Sir," she muttered, before her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she realised I was leaving the bathroom after a very shifty looking Emma. "Wh???" "Maybe ask Emma," I cut her off, before leaving her, jaw still on the floor, to return to the party. The rest of the gathering went without incident. Molly was the only one who'd seen or heard anything and she was engaged in quiet conversation with Emma for most of the rest of the evening. Eventually it was time to go. I hugged Alice and shook hands with Rob, and they called Emma over to say goodbye. Molly came with her, eyes not leaving me and mouth hidden by another prosecco glass. "Sorry I haven't been able to sped much time with you," Emma said, "But I'm so glad you came tonight. You coming has really helped make it a special day." She smirked at that, knowing I would pick up on the double entendre. "Always happy come and see you, anytime Emma" I responded. "I'm glad you've had a memorable 18th birthday," I smiled. "I'll never forget it." Emma grinned. She hugged me then, and I took my leave. "Do you think she'd be willing to do some "babysitting" Erica asked me, using air commas to make clear her true meaning, as if I didn't already know. "I think there's a good chance I'll see her again soon," I replied. "And who knows... give it a while and we might have to see where we can take things." by MysteryTe for Literotica.

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माँ मरियम का जन्मोत्सव मानव मुक्ति की एक अहम् और निर्णायक घटना है। माँ मरियम के जन्मोत्सव के साथ नई सृष्टि की शुरुआत होती है। ईश्वर, जैसे आदम और हेवा को निष्कलंक बनाये थे, वैसे ही नाज़रेत की मरियम (माँ मरियम) को भी बनाये। माँ मरियम के जन्मोत्सव से जुड़ी कुछ अहम् बातों को हम जानने की कोशिश इस वीडियो में करते हैं। 1. माता-पिता - योखिम और अन्ना 2. जन्म स्थान - नाज़रेथ 3. जन्मदिन - लिखित जानकारी नहीं है। कलीसिया दिनाँक को नहीं इस महान घटना को मानती है। 4. निष्कलंक गर्भागमन - ईश्वर जैसे आदम और हेवा को निष्कलंक बनाये वैसे ही और उससे भी बढ़कर अपने पुत्र की माँ को विशेष बनाये। 5. माँ मरियम के जन्म का कारण - मानव मुक्ति के लिए ही ईश्वर माँ मरियम का निर्माण किये और उनको जन्म दिए। 6. स्वर्ग की प्रतिक्रिया - ईश्वरीय मुक्ति कार्य में माँ मरियम का जन्मोत्सव एक अहम् निर्णायक घटना है। इसलिए स्वर्ग में विशेष आनंद मनाया गया जब माँ मरियम का जन्म हुआ मानो मिशन प्रारंभ हो गया हो। 7. माँ मरियम का जन्मदिन क्यों मानते हैं और क्यों मनाना चाहिए? - क्योंकि यह हो सादारण मनुष्य का जन्मदिन नहीं, बल्कि ईश्वर की माँ और हम हर एक की माँ का जन्मोत्सव है। इनके जन्मोत्सव मानाने के द्वारा हम उनके जमोत्सव के द्वारा ईश्वर जो कार्य संपन्न किये उनके फलों को हमें देते हैं। माँ मरियम के जन्मोत्सव से जुड़ी इन बातों को और भी गहरे रूप से जानने पूआ वीडियो देखिये। Watch video: https://youtu.be/jaaqHqja9Y4 The Birthday of Mother Mary is an important and decisive event of human Salvation. The New Creation begins with the birth of Mother Mary. Just as God made Adam and Eve spotless, so did Mary (Mother Mary) of Nazareth. In this video we try to know some important aspects related to the Birth of Mother Mary. 1. Parents – Joakim and Anna 2. Birthplace - Nazareth 3. Birthday – There is no written information. The Church does not consider the date, but the great event is of so much important that it must be celebrated. 4. Immaculate Conception - Just as God made Adam and Eve spotless, in the same way, and above all, created the Mother of His Son very special. 5. The Reason for the Birth of Mother Mary - God created and gave birth to Mother Mary only for the sake of human salvation. 6. Response of Heaven at the Birth of Mother Mary - The Birth of Mother Mary is an important and decisive event in the Salvation History. So heaven rejoiced when Mother Mary was born as if the mission had begun. 7. Why is Mother Mary's birthday celebrated and why should it be celebrated? – Because it is not the Birthday of a simple human being, but the birthday of the Mother of God and the Mother of each of us. Through the celebration of Her Birthday, we are given the fruits of this great event. Watch the video to know more deeply about these things related to the Birthday of Mother Mary. वेलांकन्नी में माता मरियम के 3 दर्शन | वेलांकन्नी में माता मरियम क्यों दर्शन दी? Vailankanni Mata https://youtu.be/ftJawSKAh7Y Novena In Hindi (Playlist) - https://bit.ly/3TtEzY8 Mary in Hindi (Playlist) - https://bit.ly/3C1PYId --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/greatergloryofgod/message

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Conversation with My Mother at 3 A.M. on Her Birthday, After I Was Crying and Asking for a Sign that She was Here with MeNew Episodes Every Monday.If you'd like to read the piece instead, please visit the episode website at www.jessicakane.com.All pieces written, recorded and produced by Jessica Laurel Kane.If you'd like to hear my other podcast for kids and parents, visit www.onceuponanupset.com.

Honoring My Mom on Her Birthday

On this week's episode, Chatrice and Luis talk about one of their favorite television series: Sex and the City. Since last time, Luis visited their new therapist twice already and for Chatrice she is exploring a shared calendar with her boo. For the main topic, our hosts talk about when they were introduced to Sex and the City, their Sex and the City-esque New Years, and their favorite moments throughout the series.Time Stamps:0:19 - Hello and Welcome Back2:55 - Shout out to therapist who do their practice with equity & justice in mind11:43 - Luis finds out Chatrice's boo is an Aquarius!15:57 - Holidays We Are Celebrating: October is National Kink Month; Sweetest Day is October 16th19:23 - Main Topic: Sex and the City19:52 - Sex and the City first aired in 1998 features Carrie Bradshaw and her three friends 20:48 - Why Courting in Color is talking about Sex and the City 21:19 - What did Sex and the City mean to the hosts in 1998?23:53 - How old were the hosts when they were introduced to Sex and the City? 26:23 - Luis talking about watching Sex and the City more in grad school to learn about dating 28:04 - TBS aired syndicated episodes of Sex and the City but were the edited/censored episodes 29:11 - What was the grip of Sex and the City for people of color? 29:31 - Connecting to “Girlfriends” for Chatrice31:39 - New York is the fifth character of Sex and the City 36:07 - Chatrice and Luis celebrate New Years together Sex and the City style37:24 - Are our hosts more of a Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, or Samantha?40:14 - The queering and othering of Miranda throughout the series; the other character's access to feminity in comparison to Miranda41:52 - The Carrie Diaries on CW44:56 - The show asked big questions, as did our hosts before they started Courting in Color podcast 47:50 - A Luis Fave Scene: Samantha and “Hold My Rice Pudding” - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2u57bgUjSM48:41 - Sex and the City and communal aspect of food and strong friendships; Luis wanting that in their life50:43 - In real life, who would our hosts be friends with?52:09 - Shout out to Stanford Blatch and Anthony Marantino53:57 - Vulnerability, care, supporting each other through major life events is what the girls' friendship was about 54:56 - Favorite Scenes55:05 - Luis' Favorite Scene: Carrie Gets Ditched on Her Birthday: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofTAgvr8R4856:26 - Luis' Favorite Scene: “Maybe we can be each other's soulmates” - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ-PzM4WnAI57:25 - Luis' Favorite Quote: A Plane Ride Away - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVdYiNhOYgY1:00:28 - Chatrice's Favorite Scene/Quote: Charlotte's “My Hair Hurts” - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JVeFRRLdAc1:01:13 - Chatrice' Favorite Quote: “I'm Looking for Real Love….” - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5ax4dohrX01:02:45 - Chatrice's Favorite Scene: Charlotte Gets Engaged to Harry and Carrie Gets Broken Up via Post it - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPhCvyb5jeQ1:04:33 - More to discuss: the runner ups - characters the main 4 were in a relationship with (Samantha and Maria; Miranda and Robert)1:06:28 - End of EpisodeLinks:Sex and the City via IMDB - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0159206/Sex and the City TBS Promo (2005) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5DdhL5r-UcWebsite: courtingincolor.com / Email: CourtNColor@gmail.com / Instagram: @CourtNColorDon't forget to subscribe, rate, and review!

Matthew Berry, Field Yates and Daniel Dopp break down the first installment in the 2021 Fantasy Focus Mock Draft Series. The guys, missing Stephania due to HER BIRTHDAY (@stephania_espn), dive into first eight rounds of the mock, highlight their favorite picks and dissect some intriguing decisions from Mock Draft 1.0.

The Morning Toast with Claudia (@girlwithnojob) and Taylor Strecker (@taylorstrecker)Merch: https://shopmorningtoast.com/ The Morning Toast Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/themorningtoast Girl With No Job by Claudia Oshry: https://www.girlwithnojob.com/book Tom Brady Shares Rare Public Tribute to Ex Bridget Moynahan in Honor of Her Birthday (via E!) Inside Tarek El Moussa and Heather Rae Young's Romantic Engagement Party (via E!) Jessica Simpson says she threw her scale away, has no idea of her weight (via Page Six)  Netflix’s new ‘Play Something’ shuffle feature is here to solve your movie night indecision (via The Verge) Walmart Expands Delivery to Your Fridge (via Bloomberg) Summer House RecapYounger Recap Real Housewives of New Jersey Recap

Ep 2. Navigating Pregnancy Outside the Mainstream System, and My Water Birth StoryI'm so excited to share my own homebirth story with you exactly one year after it happened. The first words out of my mouth were, “I know you won't believe me, but that wasn't as bad as it sounded”… I promise you this isn't the unicorn of births. My story isn't special, and it is well within the realms of possibility for you too. I also forgot to mention this in the episode, I never once felt any pain in my vagina or perineum…. I swear! Isn't birth just amazing, and especially if you have no fears. In this episode I share my entire journey, from wanting a planned cesarean, to conceiving, navigating pregnancy outside of the mainstream medical system. I go on to have an amazing and quick water birth for my first birth, and I also share about my postpartum struggle, what I wish I knew, and what I wish I had done differently . Here's a snapshot of my pregnancy and homebirth journey:[03:58] Why I didn't tell a lot of people that I was planning a homebirth…[10:52] Navigating a UTI when you don't have an OBGYN…[16:47] What I did about my 2 high blood-pressure readings in pregnancy…[24:36] How I felt going into birth and how I knew I was 100% ready…[25:25] Sunday, February 9th 2020. Her Birthday…[37:31] She was born in the bathtub after 9 hours of labor… Want to be on the podcast? Click here!Pregnant and wondering how the hell you can start preparing for birth? Or want to know my secret to the way I prepared? Click here! Don't forget to rate, review, & subscribe on Apple Podcasts↓ Click below for the full transcription! ↓

This show was LIVE on Twitch January 17th 2021. We are back with more discussion!! Kelly Marie Tran! (Her Birthday is Jan 17) Martin Luther King Jr Day (Jan 18 2021) Black Influencers we love One Night in Miami Cheese Lovers Day (Jan 20) National Compliment Day (Jan 24) Shows and Films we are binging! Guests: Ren @corpusren Jen @jenerallyjen Whitney @whimsicalwhitney_ --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nomtalknetwork/support

New poems: The Second Year is About to Begin 2:36-5:17 A Poem for my Mother on Her Birthday 5:54-7:57 At Each Other's Throats 8:39-9:42 Can One Trick the Algorithm? 15:23-18:12 Social Media Gods 20:45-22:30 Is it Right? 31:03-32:04 The Annunaki Next Door Pt. I 32:59-1:01:14 Tune in next week for the continuation of The Annunaki Next Door as A'lan goes off on his journey... --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/manzoni-in-the-morning/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/manzoni-in-the-morning/support

Is Shoboy being a cheap dad? He just bought his brother balloons for his birthday AND took the ballons back just to give them to his daughter for HER BIRTHDAY two days later! C'mon bro! In "The Jealousy Trip," our caller says her boyfriend is upset that she still wears her ex's t-shirts to sleep. Shoboy pretends to be her ex, and gets her boyfriend mad jealous that she still thinks of him at night! Also, we got el reggaetonero MAS DURO on the show today...Nicky Jam! From new music to making it on the BIG SCREEN with his upcoming movies--this man is doing it all!Follow us @ShoboyShow Listen Live 6-10AM PST M-Fri on ShoboyShow.com Shoboy: @edgarisoteloBecca:  @BeccaMGuzmanEddie The Virgin: @EddieSotelo Shout out to our homies @templomusicgroup @ivan_reyes7  ft. @officially.Lo_ & @momusik247  For producing our Intro Shoboy Show Song ----------------

Is Shoboy being a cheap dad? He just bought his brother balloons for his birthday AND took the ballons back just to give them to his daughter for HER BIRTHDAY two days later! C'mon bro! In "The Jealousy Trip," our caller says her boyfriend is upset that she still wears her ex's t-shirts to sleep. Shoboy pretends to be her ex, and gets her boyfriend mad jealous that she still thinks of him at night! Also, we got el reggaetonero MAS DURO on the show today...Nicky Jam! From new music to making it on the BIG SCREEN with his upcoming movies--this man is doing it all! Follow us @ShoboyShow  Listen Live 6-10AM PST  M-Fri on ShoboyShow.com  Shoboy: @edgarisotelo Becca:  @BeccaMGuzman Eddie The Virgin: @EddieSotelo  Shout out to our homies  @templomusicgroup  @ivan_reyes7   ft. @officially.Lo_ & @momusik247   For producing our Intro Shoboy Show Song  ---------------- Learn more about your ad-choices at https://news.iheart.com/podcast-advertisers

It's Her Birthday and She'll Cry If She Wants To! Bre'nai kicks off the season two premiere reflecting on her recent birthday. She unpacks and shares the lessons she has learned on this journey to 28, and all the things she is planning to release. Keep in touch with That's Not On Brand ⤵ instagram: @thatsnotonbrand personal instagram: @stalkerbabydaddy --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thatsnotonbrand/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/thatsnotonbrand/support

SCORPIO SZN is In Full AFFECT ♏️

On Episode 21, I'm talking to Nikki Phillips (http://nikkiphillips.com) about "Like It's Her Birthday", from Good Charlotte's 2010 fifth album Cardiology. We talk about what this song is really about and discuss whether they're simply commenting or making a judgement call on the girl they're singing about, and ponder the release strategy and why this album wasn't as commercially successful as GC's prior albums. Plus, Nikki talks about getting her start in photography and moving to Los Angeles, and we reminisce about early 2000s fashion. Like what you hear? Subscribe to the show on iTunes, leave a review, and share it with a friend! To learn more about anti-semitism and sign petitions, visit https://antisemitism.carrd.co/. Sign the petition to save the USPS: https://www.change.org/p/save-the-usps To learn about Black Lives Matter and how you can help - from protests to donations to petitions - visit https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/. Follow Nikki Phillips: https://twitter.com/NikkiPhillips https://instagram.com/NikkiPhillips Follow Generation GC: https://facebook.com/generationGCpod https://twitter.com/generationGCpod https://instagram.com/generationGCpod Follow Molly Hudelson: https://twitter.com/mhudelson https://instagram.com/mhudelson --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/generationgcpod/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/generationgcpod/support

SO IN THIS EPISODE ITS CURRENTLY 94 degrees outside and we are boiling hot but andi is mad at HONDA !! But it’s HER BIRTHDAY !! So we explain what we did and how did she feel about turning the big 20!!

TO BE RESCHEDULED.....Watch this spot to see when we reschedule Marguerite Rigoglioso to speak about Uncloaking the Real Mother Mary.....INSTEAD.....HONORING ISIS on HER BIRTHDAY.   Tune in for the tribute to Isis on Her birthday.  There are no coincidences!  Isis, who passed on her attributes to Mary, the first and original Great Mother, we honor You this day! 

Today's episode is so much fun!

PREMIERED AUGUST 2018…Anchor Don't Want Us to be Great... Fonda Had to Clock in on Her Birthday... Natural Hair in the Navy... Just Say Locs! R. Kelly Ain't Really Admit Shit, But Drea Did.#BlackAugust #NationalBlackBusinessMonth #HairLossAwarenessMonth #PoorMichelle Oh! The Hypocrisy... CHECK OUT GEECHIE GURL / OKRA SOUP TRUTH...Instagram: @GeechieGurlTM / @OkraSoupTruthFollow Us On Instagram...Podcast: @QueenVibesOnlyFondie: @SouthernKinks / @KinkyKrescendoShay: @QueenAboveGround / @CatchTheezNappz

A Dedication The Goddess ISHTAR

Anchor Don't Want Us to be Great... Fonda Had to Clock in on Her Birthday... Natural Hair in the Navy... Just Say Locs! R. Kelly Ain't Really Admit Shit, But Drea Did. #BlackAugust #NationalBlackBusinessMonth #HairLossAwarenessMonth #PoorMichelle Oh! The Hypocrisy... **This Podcast Was Previously Recorded in AUGUST ... CHECK OUT GEECHIE GURL / OKRA SOUP TRUTH... Instagram: @GeechieGurlTM / @OkraSoupTruth Follow Us On Instagram... Podcast: @QueenVibesOnly Fondie: @SouthernKinks / @KinkyKrescendo Shay: @QueenAboveGround / @CatchTheezNappz

In this minisode, Hannah recaps her favorite holiday: HER BIRTHDAY. She describes her birthday OOTD, discusses the significance of card-writing, and is deeply soothed by how much better her life is now than it was this time last year! LOL!

Podcast 15 - It's Her Birthday and She Can Drink if She Wants To! What's Coming Up! Pittsburgh Brewers Guild - Pittsburgh Brewery Guide Launch (August 24th - Nova Place) Couch Brewing - Christmas in July Bingo! (July 25th - Couch Brewery) Shubrew - Magic Mushroom Rerelease (July 27th - Shubrewery) Hitchhiker Brewing - Triple Shakes (July 28th - Hitchhiker Brewing Both Locations) Dancing Gnome - Lustra Day (August 4th - Dancing Gnome Brewery) North Country Brewing - North Country Beer Fest (August 4th - North Country Brewing *Slippery Rock*) Hop Culture - Spooky Brews (October 26th - Boston Center for the Arts Cyclorama) Tickets on sale 7/31 (VIP) and 8/2 (GA) Shout out to Cary from Couch for listening to the podcast and enjoying our feedback! Sara and Nick hung out with Steve (head brewer) from Spoonwood Brewing (Pittsburgh, PA) and enjoyed Selfish Pleasure and Addict For Dramatics (Milkshake IPAs - Mocha and Vanilla respectively) We discuss coffee in beer and the wide variety of styles that can be infused with coffee. Beer #1: The Hanging Garden - Foreign Objects (7.0% IPA) Grapefruit and floral tastes make it an easy drinker for a mid tier IPA. Happy Birthday Sara! - She was mistaken for a high school student this week. Jake went to Trillium this week! He's really excited about Backlash opening soon! (We have no idea when they'll be open but they have killer beers according to Jake) Alex, Nick and Sara had a Saturday funday. They hit Dancing Gnome for Bee Balm, followed by Cinderlands (Lawrenceville, PA) and then Grist House for food and beer. Strange Roots and their sours are discussed. Alex likes their beer, but it's strange that they don't branch out more with their second location. Beer #2: Zombie Dust - 3 Floyds Brewing (6.2% Pale Ale) A very well balanced Pale Ale. Clear and malty but drinks like a west coast style ale. Jake tracked down Galactic Double Daisy Cutter in Boston which launched a conversation about Pale Ales. Shout out to Sean P. of Untappd fame for the pick up of Whole Punch: Tangerine from Hitchhiker this weekend! We hit up Cinderlands for Cosmic Cenote and it was a pickle tasting Milkshake IPA. We discuss the evolution of beer and the trends that occur including but not limited to the West Coast IPA and Milkshake IPA. Alex discusses the Hazy craze and the balance in the beer industry. We ask the important question about what is the next big trend? Hitchhiker is a great brewery and we would love for you to check them out! Great beer and great staff. Beer #3: Bee Balm - Dancing Gnome (8.5% IPA)Soft and fruity, but still hop forward... duh. Check out our follow up next week! Lots of releases and new cans incoming!

The future of women in motor sports is assured if you spend a little time, as I did, talking with Sarah Montgomery from Lafayette, Louisiana. From wizz-kid on the karting tracks at 13, she’s since become a Gulf Coast Series Champ, Porsche Club of America driving instructor, and in 2018, signed with Sick Sideways to compete in the brand new TCR Class with the Continental Tire Series driving an Audi RS3 LMS TCR Car. Oh yes, she been a Head Drum Major and student Leader of the Lafayette High School Marching Band. and soloed Carnegie Hall in New York City. Classic underachiever!! Her Birthday is May 18th so Happy 24th Birthday Sarah.

Charles Simic joins Paul Muldoon to read and discuss Sharon Olds’ poem “Her Birthday as Ashes in Seawater,” and his own poem “The Infinite.”

On This Episode 11 of "Your Program Is Your Ticket" Sensational President and Executive Director of Underscore Theatre Company, Laura Stratford, Discusses In Detail The Creative Process of Running A Busy, Hard-Working and Successful Theatre Company! And It's Her Birthday!!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ronnie Ray and Nika discuss: Working with Miley Cyrus, Wanting to act since the age of 3, Moving from Miami to New York to Hollywood, Bombing on Her Birthday in front of her Mother, His Comedy Influences, Learning her Point of View in Comedy, Being a Member of the All Black Female Group "Elite Delta Force 3", Getting Advice from People in the Business and Much More.

Keshia shares one of her favorite holidays to celebrate, HER BIRTHDAY!  Listen as Keshia laughs along with Charde, as they discuss all the personal stories, laughs, and memories that made this birthday a very special one to remember.  Keshia celebbrates her birthday the whole month so more vacation trips, late nights, hilarious stories are to come.  Do not miss why this birthday was the most amazing thus far!

Behind Every Great Man...Dedicating this Night to Mica Ertegun on Her BirthdayComing up, another show featuring the great Atlantic catalog...this week dedicated to the woman behind the man...Mica Ertegun, who celebrates her birthday this coming Tuesday. Her warmth and approval of our work to honor Ahmet and his legacy is the highest honor we can hope for....exclusively on WBKM...Burlington's Kinda Music! Take your shoes off...take your hat off...this is a special place.

Behind Every Great Man...Dedicating this Night to Mica Ertegun on Her Birthday Coming up, another show featuring the great Atlantic catalog...this week dedicated to the woman behind the man...Mica Ertegun, who celebrates her birthday this coming Tuesday. Her warmth and approval of our work to honor Ahmet and his legacy is the highest honor we can hope for....exclusively on WBKM...Burlington's Kinda Music! Take your shoes off...take your hat off...this is a special place.

Bring Forth the Nobody and Send In the Clowns: The Wild Spirit of Emily Dickinson’s Creativity and Freedom We Celebrate on Her Birthday “lest any doubt that we are glad that they are born today”   I have come to … Continue reading → The post A FLASH MOBBERY OF NOBODY SNOBBERY! first appeared on Dr. Barbara Mossberg » Poetry Slowdown.

Tue, Apr 17 2007 Mister Ron's Basement #699 GEORGE ADE is back this week, featuring three particularly funny stories that originally appeared in Cosmopolitan Magazine in 1917, then a surprise story on Friday (don't miss it)! Birthdays are a wonderful way for young lovers to express their feelings -- but what happens when the years go by? Find out in 'The Fable of Her Birthday and the Dwindling Generosity.' Time: approx five minutes The Mister Ron's Basement Full Catalog can be found at: http://ronevry.com/Mister_Rons_Full_Catalog.html The George Ade Catalog of Stories is at: http://ronevry.com/AdeCatalog.html